#cowboy miguel x reader

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

It wasn’t over, it still isn’t over. (Bandit cowboy! Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader) Part 2

Wake up babe, new cowboy Miguel fic just dropped! This part was heavily inspired by the notebook. Period pieces are not my strong suit so apologizes if it’s not good. Not proofread, enjoy!

(Y/N)-Your name.

Cursing, mentions/usage of alcohol, attempted robbery/theft, mentions of guns, Miguel jokes about manhandling you but nothing actually happens, mentions of sexual acts, but nothing happens.

Word Count: 2.3k

Part 1

Masterlist

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Five years.

Five years since you had last seen the cowboy who had stolen your heart.

You had graduated college and moved out of your parents home, moving a few towns over, nowhere near a big city like you lived in during your youth in the East but a lot larger than the one you had lived during the whole Miguel incident. You lived in a nice home, gotten a job as a teacher for the younger kids in town and… you were recently engaged.

Your fiancé was a nice man, sweet, understanding, kind, easy on the eyes, you liked him a lot, the only problem is, you didn’t love him. You should feel bad about getting married to a wealthy man who you didn’t even see as more than of a friend, but at the same time, your mother thought it would be best to marry you off to her friend’s son that just so happened to be inheriting his father’s liquor business when he settled down. It was a marriage of convenience if anything, at least he was polite with you despite neither you or him having any romantic feelings, if anything it made the whole thing a bit easier for you. Growing content with the fact that this would turn into your future children’s definition of love.

Five years to grow from a silly lovestruck teenager into a young woman with responsibilities and a bright future ahead of her, and you still thought about him. You can't help but frantically Miguel’s name under the obituary section of the town’s paper, unknowingly breathing a sigh of relief when his name wouldn’t appear. Although it was foolish, and despite no longer living in the same small town as your parents, you couldn’t help but feel a bit bitter at the fact he hasn’t found you yet. Was he even attempting to look for you? With a reputation like his, you’re certain you weren’t the first girl he’s charmed to get under his sheets… or in your case, jail cell. So, eventually, you stopped hoping, if he hadn’t found you during the last five years, he surely wasn’t looking. Why should you?

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“Darling.” Your fiancé, Austin, called out for you before rounding the corner that connected the living room into the kitchen. You hummed in response as you kept your eyes on the stack of papers you were currently grading for your students, a pen in your dominant hand as your free one tapped a mindless tone to help keep you concentrated. “Put the papers down and take a break will you? You’ve got all week to grade those tests.” You let out a huff and a whine as you put the pen down, he was right. Your eyes keep unfocusing and your wrist was being to grow sore, making your fiancé tsk. “I don’t understand why you don’t just quit, I make enough to support us both.”

“I should,shouldn't I…” You contimplacted with a weary chuckle, and although your tone was joking, you were seriously considering it. You adored your students with all your heart, you really did. But the school was putting so much pressure on you because they refused to hire another teacher to help lessen your workload. So you and two other teachers were juggling a handful of 300 seven year olds, it was a lot… to say the least. You picked yourself up from your seat to stretch your body out, before turning to Austin. “Now was that all you came to tell me?” You asked in a playful tone.

“No, actually… I came to ask for a favor.” He admitted, smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt. “Ya know I’ve got that… liquor convention event out of town this weekend, right?” You nodded in confirmation, “well, I was wondering if you could do me the favor of just checking in on my office while I’m gone. I’ve heard a lot about break ins and whatnot during these times, just drop by for a few minutes for the 4 days that I’ll be gone.”

You tapped the nonsensical rhythm again as you thought about it, it wasn’t too much of an ask, you’d just drop by for a few minutes a day, you shrugged. “Sure. What’s the worst that could happen?”

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Saturday afternoon, your first day off and your third alone. Grateful for the ability to sleep in and being about to eat a well rounded breakfast. After doing your usual morning routine, and having changed into one of your simpler dresses to go out and run some errands for the day.

Gone out to get groceries, send out a letter to your parents, went to the tailors to drop off some Austin’s shirts to be hemmed since you didn’t feel like sitting down all to do it yourself, even finished grading the last of the test all before noon ended. After tidying up your work from its usual spot from the kitchen table, you made yourself a quick lunch and went to read a few chapters of your book on the couch. Only to end up falling asleep, and once you woke up, you glanced at the clock-shit.

“It’s half past five?! I was supposed to go to his office an hour ago!” You yelled to no one but yourself as you quickly got up from your spot on the couch, fixing your hair quickly as you threw on your coat, and made your way back out the door.

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“I told ya boys this heist would be easy… if we leave by dusk we could hit up that train that passes by el dorado tomorrow evening…” Miguel chuckled as he tossed his now full bag of valuables to his brother, who then passed it over Peter would load it to one of their horses that they had waiting for them around the back of the building.

After that night he had escaped, it took him about a month to find his partners in crime, following their trail through stolen newspapers from random porches and the knowledge of how their usual trail was, luckily they had kept his horse safe and well taken care of too.

“One more bag then we’re as good as gone.” Miguel said with a smirk, making Gabriel Let out a laugh and a clap. Right when Miguel was going to prep the last bag, the faint noise of rushing made all three men stop in their tracks. Before he sent his younger brother a glare and he hissed in a low tone through his teeth. “Pinche cabrón- I thought you said this place would be empty all weekend.” (Fucking dumbass)

“I thought it would!” He whispered-shouted back, before they heard the door creak open.

“Fuck-okay… um, go check if it’s the sheriff.” He quietly ordered Gabriel, before turning to Peter, “Get the horses ready incase we needa’ book It.” With a nob both males did as told, as Miguel quickly went to pack the last bag.

When his younger brother entered the front room, he swore he heard him mutter the words “hello pretty lady” before the muffle sound of rustling and some high-pitched yelping, but never was a shot fired, so clearly it couldn’t have been someone to play an immediate threat. Just as he was finishing tying up the bag, Gabriel came back into the room, but not alone.

“Look at what I found, it must be his little wife.” He said almost mockingly as he hazardly pulled you into the room and pushed you into the room in front of Miguel’s feet, but with your face being tilted down as you caught yourself from falling face first onto the wooden floor.

“Careful!” You yelled as you try to collect yourself, once you get yourself to look up at the bandit you were dropped in front of, your scowl immediately turned into once of disbelief, and it seems his expression matched yours.

You both seem to have froze up in time as you both did nothing but stare at each other, Gabriel just crossed his arms and raised a brow, Peter came jogging in to inform his friends the horses are ready when he saw the odd scene, opting to keep his mouth shut.

Finally, you came back to life as you blinked, as if expecting his to disappear right before your very eyes again, and when he didn’t, you finally whispered a faint. “…Miguel?”

“…(Y/N)…” You nodded your head, despite it not being a question, and he cleared his throat, not breaking eye contact with you as he spoke his next orders to Peter and Gabriel. “Unload all that shit and put it back.”

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He had told Gabriel and Peter to go on to do the train heist without him, and that he'd meet up with them afterwards. Saying he had “unattended business to take care of”. So now here he was, in your kitchen, only being lightened up by a few candles as darkness overtook the sky. Both of you sharing drunken giggles over dinner. Miguel’s black cowboy hat that was certainly too big for you sitting on top of your head as you sip on your beer.

“That hat looks adorable on you.” Miguel chuckled, making you shake your head with a giggle, your free hand going to rest on top of the hat to help keep it stabilized.

“It’s so big!” You countered as you take the hat off and went to hand it back to Miguel, who grabs it and sets it back on his head.

“You know you shouldn’t be wearing just anyone’s hat. Ya know what they say about wearing a man’s cowboy hat.” He joked as he put down his now empty bottle, chuckling when he saw your face contour in confusion.

“What do they say?” You asked curiously, making Miguel’s smirk widen.

“Wear the hat…” he tapped the brim on the hat for emphasis, “Ride the cowboy.” He finished, making you gasp dramatically.

“Miguel! That’s inappropriate!” You pretended to be offended, but you couldn’t help but crack a smile near the end of you reprimanding him.

“Oh please, you act like you haven’t before, why not again? Unless you want me to come over then and manhandle you.” He was only joking of course, he may have been a thief and a murderer but he’d never hurt a woman, especially not you. You let out a faux gasp, playing along as your right hand goes to your chest for emphasis.

“You wouldn’t dare. I’m a married woman.” You said in a softer tone, going to sip your bottle to finish it off. You haven’t really told him you were going to be getting married soon, even though he knew you were in a relationship, he didn’t quite know how serious it was.

“Not yet.” He replied almost immediately, shaking his head as his playful tone dropped to a more serious yet still gentle tone. The soft smile stays on his lips but it didn’t meet his eyes anymore when you raised your hand to show off the silver band that decorates your ring finger, the diamond shining even only in the candlelight. It took you a moment too long to realize this.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked, the start of a giggle comes out with your words but they quickly die down in your throat as the once playful atmosphere starts to turn more serious.Miguel just shakes his head as a hand goes to rub at his chin.

“Nothing nothing… just didn’t think you’d ever get married… thought what we had was something real.” He admitted, eyes casted downwards as he goes to fidget with a bent half beer bottle cap. You let out a scoff, offended by his words.

“Don’t try and think I just forgot about you the moment my father dragged me out of that door,” your brows furrowed and your arms crossed on the wooden table as you started to chastise him, “I was stuck on you for five years Miguel. Five. Years.” You emphasized the two words with taps on the table. “Don’t get me wrong, Austin is a great guy, but it was my parents' idea for me to marry him. They thought it was a good way to get me to stop thinking about you-“ You shouldn’t be admitting that outloud but the buzz made your mind hazy.

“Do you love him?” He interrupted you, eyes burning into yours, those same intense eyes you had dreamed about as you slept, you had to look away.

“It’s not that simple Miguel-“

“But it is.” He insisted, standing up from his seat, the chair screeching as it tried not to topple over. “You either love him or you don’t.”

“I’m not doing this with you Miguel.” You shook your head as you stood as well, going to clean up the mess you two had made, trying to erase any evidence you two were there.

“Too bad, I’m not just gonna drop this and let you disappear from my life, I’m not losing you again.” He declared, you weren’t going to justify his admission with a response, but as you go to pick up a few empty bottles, they slip from your hands, cracking into hundreds of small shreds as Miguel’s hands turn you around to face him. A shocked gasp begins to leave your lips before it is quickly swallowed up by his. You know you should push him off, but you couldn’t help but melt underneath his touch.

Miguel O’Hara was a criminal, a thief of many things and no matter how much you try to stop him, he’ll always find a way to steal your heart all over again.

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[cupidssorbett]

"What a cowboy.”

Cowboy/Vaquero Miguel x Ranch-Hand? Reader.(Beautiful art above is by Katromz on tiktok and insta!)

Summary: Miguel ends up trying to befriend his longtime friend and employers niece however maybe befriend isn't quite the word.

Includes: AFAB reader but no specified pronouns/race/looks nothing, flirting/teasing, Nicerish AU Miguel, caught masturbating, Oral M & F, recieving praise, mentions of the word 'cunt/pussy', P in V, as well as not much use of name more nicknames.

P.S Vaquero and Cowboy are the same words for those who don't know, a friend requested this so I delivered! Please pardon any terribly translated Spanish I am still learning and had only few help from a friend of mine! This was a request so thank you to my friend!

Word count: 7766.(it's a long one babes.)

By cupid.

Begin.

You’d been sent out for the summer to help your uncle at his ranch, you didn’t mind too much it’d be giving you more to do than usual. He was happy to have you since most his ranch-hands called out or would be busy trying to fill in the empty spots left by others. So when he heard his favorite niece would be dropping in to help out he was more than delighted.

It was a long, long car ride to his ranch and by the time you had arrived the sun was high in the sky and it was sweltering. You hopped out of your dad’s truck with a smile on your face, your cousin’s Poppy & Nana coming to greet you with enthusiasm, quickly taking your bags. “Look at you two, it feels like it’s been forever since we’ve hung out together!” You say as you nudge Nana’s arm, she laughs a bit as the three of you trudge up the dirt driveway up to the main house.

Poppy opens the door for you as soon as you head inside you hear a squeal from your Aunt Maria, who immediately runs over to scoop you up into a hug. “Sweetheart it has been too long!” She says excitedly as she practically squeezes the air outta you. “I missed ya too aunty but please..please let me go I can’t breathe-!” You manage out as she lets you go, “Oh my! Sorry ‘bout that sugar! It’s just been so long!” She says pinching your cheek a little. “Now, Girls go show her to her room alright? Get all cozy, Jack said he wasn’t gonna have you start work till tomorrow when he can give you the lowdown of everythin’ new.” She said shooing you three up the stairs.

You followed the girls up the stairs as they talked away, you weren’t really invested in the conversation as you looked at all the old pictures that were hung up on the walls. All those old memories made you smile, you were out of it until Poppy pulled you back into reality with a tug on the arm, albeit a hard tug, “You alright there?” She asked, raising a brow at you as nana opened the door to the room, you blinked and flashed her a smile. “Yeah just got a little out of it, this heat whew it is-” “Why don’t we head to the lake!” Nana says with a bright smile as she sets your bags on your bed, cutting you off.

“Oh I don’t know what if your dad needs me here or help with anything I’m not just here to leisure about.” You say as they both sigh dramatically, “C’mon you heard mama, papa’s not gonna need you till tomorrow!” Poppy says crossing her arms, eventually you sigh giving into them and their antics. Excitedly they leave you to get ready telling you to meet them downstairs when done. Once you are ready to go with a little bag that has sunscreen and such inside you hurry downstairs the two girls waiting for you.

You can’t help but grin with their contagious smiles, “Ma! We’re heading to the lake!” Nana calls out to her, “Be safe girls! Be back by sundown too ya hear?” She calls from the kitchen and you all respond with unanimous ‘Yes ma’am!’ before hurrying out the door giggling like a bunch of school girls as you anticipate the cool water of the lake.

It was a bit of a trek until you reached it, shoving branches aside and walking through bushes hoping none of them were poison ivy or poison at all. Once nana pushed a thick willow branch aside you sighed happily, the blue water shining under the high sun. The three of you quickly hurried to the shore finding a nice spot to lay your things.

As you and nana carefully laid things out poppy quickly ditched her shorts she wore over her swimsuit bottoms and ran into the cool water with a loud cheer. She then decided to splash the two of you, causing you to get a cheeky grin. “Oh that’s how it’s gonna be huh?” You asked playfully as you ditched your own shoes and bottoms before running into the water yourself.

The cool embrace of the lake on your warm skin made you feel completely relaxed, until you remembered your motive to run in here in the first place. The time at the lake started with games and running off the rock ledge that overlooked the lake to jump in. Splashing one another or Watching as someone did something dumb for what felt like the 100th time in those hours.

By the time the sun started to settle down in the sky you were resting on your towel as the girls continued to play in the waters. Drifting off into your own daydreams, sunglasses shielding your eyes from the fleeting rays, until you were startled awake by squeal. You assumed something had happened, so you quickly sat up pushing your sunglasses to sit on your head. “What? What happened?” you asked worried, until you saw them giggling over something or more rather..someone.

You let a slight huff at the fact they had you all worried for nothing, you however curiously followed their eyes. Wondering what could’ve caused them to squeal to begin with. Down a good way from your spots on the bank was a man, a rather handsome man you had to admit. Poppy however caught your staring and with a cheeky smile sat beside you, “Ooo! Do I sense a crush perhaps?” She said with a shit eating grin.

Waving her off you stopped staring at the mystery man, “Oh please, You think everything is a crush or love related.” you said, trying to dismiss her packing your stuff away as the sun started to set. Nana was quick to hurry outta the water spotting you and your packing, quickly just tossing her stuff in her bag as you & poppy shook your heads at her mess of a bag now.

All of you hurried back dodging branches and plants until you were on an open stretch the house coming into view, “So..” you started, earning their attention again. “Who was that guy?” you asked, keeping your gaze ahead. You heard the stifled giggles and such from them before nana caught up to you, “He is papa’s right hand man, quite the looker isn’t he?” she teased with a smile. “I suppose,” you said as you walked up the porch steps hearing their squeals and giggles. “But don’t go tellin’ anyone, I barely know that man.” you said sternly pointing at the two of them and they quickly stopped their giggling nodding as you headed inside.

Heading inside your aunt had prepared some dinner for when everyone got back, and as hungry as you were you decided to go and get a shower. Not before your uncle was quick to scoop you up in a hug much to your protest before you fake made a disgusted face before he ruffled up your hair as you headed up the stairs getting a warm shower and some dryer clothes.

After dinner and what not you were sitting upstairs with Poppy & Nana and one or two of the herding dogs, flicking through movies trying to find something to watch. Seeing as none of you could agree on anything it eventually came down to just getting some sleep, the hours at the lake tiring you out and your aunt & uncle calling out a goodnight to you three had reminded you that you’d be out helping in the morning so sleep was a good option.

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The birds started chirping and the sun began to peek through the blinds, once it hit your eyes you groaned and began to open your eyes with a squint bringing a hand up to block the bright rays from practically blinding you. Sitting up blinking the sleep from your eyes you took note that it was just you and nana in the room, nana being fast asleep still.

You decided it’d be a good time to wake up and get ready so you could start helping your uncle out, you quickly brushed your hair to look less like you just got up and then you grabbed an outfit from your suitcase that would best suit the chores you’d be doing and the hot summer heat. You quickly made your way downstairs some of the dogs following you, “Mornin’ Sugar!” Aunt Maria called to her as she flipped some pancakes. “Morning Aunt Maria, Where’d poppy run off to?” you asked, snatching up a piece of bacon from the plate on the counter sharing some with the dogs.

“Oh she ran into town to fetch some more seeds for the garden, Jack told me we had extras but I know we didn’t, speakin’ of which since your most likely heading out that way mind giving those breakfast burritos on the counter the boys.” She asked using her spatula to motion to the cloth covered basket. You nodded, finishing the bacon off and grabbing the basket heading out the back door and off the porch to the main farm area and barn.

It wasn’t a long walk by any means, just one that felt long with how the sun sat so high and beating down on you, you spotted your uncle's truck out front of the barn. All the workers either sitting in the bed of the truck or leaning against it, you hurried over with a smile on your face as your uncle spotted you tipping his hat back slightly, a smile coming to his face.

“Hey there sweetheart, whatcha got?” he asked as he got up off the side of the truck walking over. “Aunty asked me to bring these breakfast burritos for you boys.” you said and they all hooted and hollered hurrying off the truck to grab one for themselves making you just laugh and shake your head. “Thank you for that darlin’ , right you all know my niece don’t you?” He asked, raising a brow as a few murmured yes’s and no’s were heard.

“Well you do now,” he said as he motioned to you, moving aside as you gave them all a wave of ‘hello’ then you spotted him, the man from the lake the other day. You didn’t realize you were staring until he made eye contact with you. A rather cheeky smile gracing his lips.

Once they were all done with their burritos the real work began. “Alright, Think you can work on feedin’ all the animals first then we can start on herdin’ the pasture ones back alright?” Your uncle asked and you nodded, “I’m on it!” you said with a smile. “How bout I send someone with ya, we’ve got a few new ones that might need some introduction, How about..Miguel!” your uncle said, clapping his hands together.

You were picking up one of the feed bags off the truck bed when a rather tall and muscular man walked up with a slight smile on his face, “Looks like I’m helpin’ you today sweetheart.” Miguel said, and oh god Miguel was the man from the lake. This realization almost had you dropping the feed bag before you quickly readjusted your hold on the bag. He only chuckled, slightly tilting his head and the brim of his hat up, giving you an even better look at his face, “Come on don’t go fallin’ for me already.' ' he teased at you.

Huffing you adjusted your grip on the bag turning on your heel with a little scoff, “You wish, I would never I barely know you.” You said as you began walking, utter bullshit, you couldn’t lie that his face, his eyes, his damn voice had you enthralled. He only let out a hearty chuckle following you carrying a bag or two of his own, “Then why not get to know me?” He suggested, shaking his head as you sped up your walking speed.

When you finally reached the animals you breathed a sigh of relief, quickly hurrying over to say ‘hello’ to all of them forgetting about Miguel following after you, he stood off to the side as he opened some of the bags watching as you excitedly said ‘hello’ to the ones you knew, all calling them by name then excitedly gasping at the ones you didn't know.

He had to admit he found it amusing, cute even at the way you greeted them all. He had to, he just had to, he cleared his throat which brought you back to your little situation causing you to huff almost and it only made him chuckle as he pushed a feed bag, ready and open your way. You grabbed the bag, opened the pen door and made your way inside without him, starting to fill up all the feeding spots walking about.

Miguel thought this would be a good time to start a conversation, “So, Why do ya keep ignoring me?” he asked and you just hummed in response, “I’m not.” You denied, “Ah-Ah just now you almost did.” He said looking at you, that stupid look on his face had you smiling slightly and rolling your eyes. Trying to look away before he caught it, but oh he caught it. “Hey! I saw that, I made a breakthrough!” He says motioning around to a nonexistent crowd almost proud of himself causing you to shake your head with a slight smile.

You two finished up the feeding chores with relative ease, the tension simply melting away as you two actually got to talking with one another actually getting to know more like he suggested, then you started saddling up some of the horses so they could head out to check for any lost or still loose cattle or sheep. You finished tightening one of the straps, patting the nose of the horse, a smile on your face when it responded with a big sloppy lick to your hand. “Alright, Are we ready to get a move on?” he asked as he took the reins from your hand. “Yep, All saddled up.” you said with a little salute.

“Thank you sugar, how bout you go feed the calves while we’re gone if you're up for it?” your uncle asked, hoping on the horse. “I can’t say no to feeding the calves,” you said with a smile. With a few waves and goodbyes you went off in search of the bottles that had the formula for the calves that were rescued and didn’t exactly take to any cow the ranch had. You grabbed the bucket of bottles and took a seat in the stable stall with one of the babies. Taking the bottle out, the little thing came running and it made you laugh.

You held the bottle up for it and at first it went well until it didn’t somehow, something had gotten on the shirt underneath your overalls and that was not sitting well on your skin with heat in the air. So you thought, hey they wouldn’t be back for maybe an hour or two at most so you unclipped the clips of your overalls and took the shirt off letting it rest on the table that had all the tools and such then you clipped your overalls back up and when right back to taking care of the calves.

To you only 30 maybe 40 minutes had gone by so you still weren’t too worried about putting that shirt back on or heading back to the house as you happily wandered the stable saying ‘hello’ to the horses that stayed behind. Blissfully unaware that Miguel had headed back to grab the hat he had forgotten, quickly making his way inside of the stable. Stopping his tracks quietly when he spotted you petting one of the horses and it seemed innocent enough until his eyes seemed to wander lower..to the point where he noticed you were not wearing a shirt under your overalls. And not wanting to make you uncomfortable or wanting to make anything else happen he just gave up grabbing his hat and left as quietly as possible.

When you had assumed they’d be coming back you went and got the shirt off the workbench and put it back on quickly as the cowboys came into view. You put on a smile and looked ahead as they made their way over and started hopping their horses all saying their ‘hellos’ and such but Miguel just completely ignored you, was he not going on about you ignoring despite barely knowing him earlier? What a hypocrite.

You just shrugged it off, what would it matter really, you said a quick ‘hello’ to your uncle as you checked the time, you had promised you’d spend the last few hours before the sun actually set at the lake with the girls and you had to depart to get ready. Simply brushing off Miguel ignoring you, you went back to the main house to change and once you were done you headed off however little did you know you’d spend your time alone at the lake..well for a little bit at least.

You relaxed on the bank for a little bit taking in the sun's rays after applying sunscreen of course, waiting thinking maybe they’d got busy or something. So you went from enjoying the water to resting on the shore to reading the book you brought until you exhaled a bit annoyed. You got up, gathered your things, slipped your shorts back on and made your way back to the main house in a slight huff.

When you opened the door your aunt seemed to pick up on your bad mood, “What’s the matter pumpkin?” she asked as she dried her hands with the towel. “The girls told me to meet them at the lake and then they just didn’t come!” you said with arm motions. She seemed to shake her head and sigh, “Well if your looking to pick a bone with them they might’ve gone down to the guest house to deliver the fruit like I asked, the one where the cowboys are stayin’.” She said, giving you a little nod. You thanked her begrudgingly before starting your way to the guest house, saying hello to the cowboys you saw as you headed by whether they were lugging hay or simply just passing by.

You got to the guest house and opened the front door, it was rather empty, and you didn’t hear any giggling, not even a hint of your cousin’s voices, you raised your brow carefully making your way down the hallway. You continued until you saw a door slightly creaked open, you neared it hoping maybe your cousin’s were just fooling around here and that you could drag them back. But that idea quickly evaporated as you neared closer you heard..grunts? At first you thought it was one of pain but when you got a view of what was behind the just barely opened door you quickly realized it was not one of pain rather of pleasure.

There Miguel laid on presumably his bed, legs spread slightly, cowboy hat resting lazily over his head, pants just barely down his thighs as his head moved up his hard erection..precum leaking from the red angry tip. You couldn’t help but stare, biting back the gasps with a hand over your mouth. His teeth sucking his bottom lip back slightly exposing his sharp canines that had you feeling some kind of way, but oh boy it just got better as soon as you mindlessly dropped your hand from your mouth he muttered out your name, “Dios... Ni siquiera sé cómo me hiciste esto..(God... I don't even know how you did this to me.)” He murmured out in Spanish as he hissed when he glided his thumb over the leaking slit.

Miguel was lost in his own thoughts, his mind flitting back to when he saw you in the stable in nothing but your shoes and overalls. He groaned out as he moved his hand up, he knew it was wrong and dirty not just for the fact that he was just getting to know you but the fact he wished it was your hands and not his then he was snapped back to reality by a noise..

You gasped and your gasp got his attention causing you to quickly hide behind the wall before he could spot you, when you heard him moving off the bed you were quick to run as quietly down the hallway. Your feet carried you quickly as you hurried out of the guest house not wanting to get caught in the slightest.

Your heart felt like it was in your ears, your cheeks felt hot, hell your whole body felt hot. You hurried quick and fast to the main house, your feet just carrying you inside as you gave a quick ‘hello’ to your Aunt before going to your room flopping onto your bed. Burying your head into your pillow and just screaming muffling it.

God..he was thinking about YOU? That had your heart feeling like it was going to burst out of your chest, you rolled onto your back as you stared at the ceiling that moment replaying in your head causing you to subconsciously rub your thighs together before you brought your hands up to smack your cheeks, mentally cursing yourself for feeling this way.

Huffing you sat up on the bed grabbing your journal you brought with you, “God..Was he really thinking about me? But why,” you murmured as you flipped out the journal trying to write it out of your mind at least so you could push it off and act as if normal. By the time you finished you were called down for dinner and you just inhaled and exhaled pushing it to the back of your mind shoving the Journal under your pillow and heading down.

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By the time dinner was done you and poppy were helping with the dishes as a few of the cowboys stopped by to drop off some stuff and there he was again, you quickly looked away as he spotted you offering you a sweet smile and tilt of his hat. You only just ignored him continuing your conversation with poppy and working on the dishes.

When you finished you quickly dried your hands not wanting to stick around for very long you couldn’t even fathom why seeing him again got you so much more worked up than it should. “I’m headin’ to bed really tired, Night everyone!” you called quickly as you hurried up the stairs to your bedroom causing Miguel and a few others to raise a brow before just brushing it off to turn to their own things.

You inhaled sharply and exhaled laying onto your bed, your hands traveling gingerly down your stomach to the hem of your pj shorts. Your fingers slipping past the hem of the shorts to your panty clad cunt, exhaling slightly as your fingers brushed over your cunt that slight pressure you added caused your body to melt slightly into your pillows. Your mind clouding with thoughts of him, before the sound of someone coming upstairs snapped you back to reality.

You quickly pulled away from your shorts and grabbed a random book from the nightstand to act as if you were reading. Poppy and Nana came bursting in with a movie for the three of you to watch and you all but sighed happily as it was something to completely take your mind off it.

The movie was put in and the lights were turned off getting all cozy in your beds and watching the movie until you all but fell asleep..

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For the next few days you did your best to keep your distance from Miguel but your hard-headedness to stay away from him only had him more intrigued and always earned a laugh from him because you always denied his questions whenever he asked one and you denied his help just to make it easier, but it seemed to fail every now and again considering your help to your uncle’s work and with him always having the cowboys with him you only ever saw him everyday..

The next morning came and you decided you’d just avoid Miguel completely and only interact if you just HAD to interact with him thinking that it would be best especially because of the way you made him feel and with the way he had you feeling even if you were just getting to know him better.

Today you dawned a nice summer dress as you were going to help your Aunt in the garden to keep a distance between you and him. You put on a sun hat and followed your Aunt out to the garden to work on the precious marigolds she had planted that were getting swallowed by the pesky weeds.

Dropping down onto your knees and getting to work right away you heard a clatter of tools causing your head to whip around to where it came from, and god fucking dammit you swore nothing was on your side this week, it was miguel, tool belt beside him and a few fence posts as he shot you an apologetic smile. “Sorry bout’ that didn’t mean to startle you act like I’m not here.” you only hummed in response, turning your attention back to the flowers.

Digging into the dirt yanking weed after weed out as the sun began to rise high into the sky above, causing you to start to sweat under the hot rays. You huffed sitting back on your heels as you dusted your hands off of dirt with the exception of some stuck under your nails. Miguel heard your little huff and his eyes happened to wander your way, gazing unapologetically up your figure, your flushed face and slightly pouted lips catching his attention.

He cleared his throat slightly, turning his attention back to the fence, “You doin’ alright Miss?” he asked, tipping his hat back slightly. You just hummed in response earning a small frown from him, “What?” you asked, raising a brow. “How come you keep ignorin’ me, I thought we were making progress?” he said as he looked at you.

“Well, You started it when you came back from the stable that day and completely ignored me.” you shot back as you crossed your arms, “I did not I was just busy,” he said more matter of factly. The way he seemed so hurt by your antics had you feeling bad almost, you eventually sighed dropping your arms to your side. “Alright fine I have been but I ain’t telling you why, BUT I will make a better effort to stop ignoring you I suppose.” You said and you watched as his face brightened slightly.

“Well I think I’d be the happiest cowboy around,” He said with that stupid smile, “You're so weird.” You stated, shaking your head and turning your attention back to the weeds. He only laughed and went right back to his job, that’s what sparked the two of you talking again, you knew deep down you weren’t gonna be able to ignore him even if you tried because that really only made things awkward so you decided it would be best to try and be his friend.

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That is how you spent some of your days, getting to know him and then spilling your feelings to your little diary and then going right back at being friendly, well one fateful day you made the mistake of leaving your diary not entirely under your pillow.

You were helping Miguel lug some hay to the truck and you exhaled, noticing the way your skin was getting a little red, “Damn, Hey Miguel could you go to my room and grab my sunscreen for me? I’ll finish loading up the hay if you do.” You said giving him a little smile and he sighed with a laugh. “Alright alright I’ll go fetch it, Where would I find it?” He asked stopping in his tracks.

“On the nightstand!” You called back as you grabbed another bale, he nodded giving you a little salute before setting off. He headed inside offering a polite ‘hello’ to your aunt before going upstairs finding your room and heading inside. Originally he was just here to grab the sunscreen and go but a little book peeking out from behind your pillow had him curious.

He stopped for a moment before he eventually caved and carefully picked it up in his hands, just a peek, it wouldn’t hurt really. Just a peek turned into reading some pages and skipping others, that was until he stumbled upon some of the more..explicit pages and they seemed to be about him. God he felt his pride swell, the way you thought about him and looked at him.

“Well damn little lady..” Miguel murmured with a slight smile on his face before he shut the journal, having now learned about your developing crush on him and the way you thought about him. He grabbed the sunscreen and headed back down and out with a curt tip of his hat.

You noticed when he was walking back he had a little beat to his steps causing you to smile and raise a brow as you took the sunscreen from him. “What’s got you so happy go lucky?” you asked as you applied some on your face and arms and he just hummed in response. “Eh no particular thing, can’t a man just be happy hm?” He teased you and you playfully swatted at his arm. Once you were all good with the sunscreen you two got back to work, all the moving and feeding and more moving of stuff had you both out till the sun was settling near the mountain tops.

“Hm, Looks like we should start headin’ back Miguel.” You said looking at the way the sun was settling, “Ah right, can’t believe the day slipped away from us that damn quick.” He said as he adjusted his hat to sit back on his head slightly, you couldn’t help but admire his features slightly before snapping yourself out of it. “Miguel, I was wondering if you, I mean if you and any of the cowboys would like to come down to the main house for a lunch of sorts,” Miguel smiled coyly at your little invitation, “Oh? You're inviting little ol’ me huh?” he said his smile went from coy to smug and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“You wish, I’m doing it as a request from my aunt.” You said lying through your teeth, no you were wholeheartedly inviting Miguel, using your aunt as an excuse so he didn’t see right through you. However that was long gone really, he already saw right through you, you and your dirty little thoughts with the way you looked at him and what he learned from your diary. He dramatically put a hand over his heart, “I am truly honored sugar,” he joked causing you to roll your eyes again starting your way back to the main house.

His smile never leaving his face,”See ya tomorrow sweetheart,” he laughed as you turned away from him quickly heading back to the main house to wash up for dinner, he knew damn well what he was going to do tomorrow to get you alone and he couldn’t wait.

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He spent his day counting down the minutes till he could meet you for lunch well you and your family really, when he saw how the time neared closer he had gone back to the guest house to freshen up opting for a nicely pressed shirt, one of his nice belts, and some jeans that he knew you thought looked damn good on him. Grabbing his hat swiftly and the sunflowers he got just for today.

Making sure he didn’t look too eager he toned down his steps and his excitement, knocking on the front door adjusting his grip on the flowers. He heard you call out ‘I got it!’ before your footsteps followed, opening the door you were the picture of summer. Wearing a nice little sundress, hair more loose and free, and a smile creeping its way onto your face. “Howdy little miss.” He said his southern drawl coming out more has he held the flowers out to you.

You accepted them gratefully, “Miguel you really didn’t have to-” “I wanted to sugar, there’s a difference.” He hummed as he walked inside with you greeting your aunt and uncle with his usual polite demeanor and then greeting your cousins with that smile of his. You couldn’t help but grin, going and finding a vase for the flowers. “He’s a real nice boy ain’t he?” your aunt asked, having noticed your grin.

Still subconsciously smiling as you filled the vase with water you shrugged, “Yeah I suppose he is.” She just laughed a bit as she brought the food and drinks to the table with you following behind her setting the beautiful sunflowers as the centerpiece. Calling everyone to the table for lunch, you settled into your seat, Miguel sitting in the seat beside you which was across from your uncle so they could continue whatever conversation they were having.

You all served yourselves and then conversations began, it felt like most lunches with the addition of Miguel, little did you know what he was planning. He knew how the herding dogs were so when your aunt went to grab the pitcher of juice he sneakily tossed a piece of food underneath the table causing all of them to make a run for the food bumping your aunt’s chair, the pitcher of juice ended up splashing all over your sundress causing you to squeal and jump up.

You quickly excused yourself to hurry up stairs to remove the splotches of color that had begun to seep into the fabric more and more. Miguel excused himself as well, saying he had a call to take and it was rather important. Your family thought nothing of it, just hoping you’d be alright. He headed up the stairs with ease as he heard the sink start to run. Inside you had grabbed a cloth and began to rub at the stains without much thought.

Then a knock sounded and you sighed thinking it was your Aunt or cousins you opened it, it was Miguel. “Ah- I’m sorry I’m tryin’ to-” Miguel cut you off, “Don’t worry sweetheart, I know how to get pesky stains out especially ones that ruin such a nice dress.” You blinked the nickname felt less innocent for some reason especially with the way he was looking at you.

You cleared your throat allowing him to come in and shut the door as he kneeled down digging through the cabinets, “Ah here we are,” He said holding some bleach, “This oughta help somewhat.” He hummed as he dabbed a cloth with some leaning forward looking at you for your permission. You nodded slowly and he brought the cloth to one of the stains, wiping gently. His touch so gentle and soft had your stomach erupting in butterflies.

You felt your arousal grow slightly from his little touches and ministrations and the way he always looked to you with those eyes as a way of asking. You couldn’t help but stare at him, analyzing his features and then a chuckle erupted from his chest causing you to snap back to the situation. “Darlin’ If you keep staring at me that way I might just have to do what your little diary says.” the mention of your diary as your cheeks flushing red and your heart speeding up more than it was before. “I beg your pardon?” was all you could manage out.

He chuckled, setting the cloth aside and moving closer, “I didn’t wanna tell you this sugar but I’ve read your little journal and all the thoughts you think bout me.” He whispered softly against your ear causing you to shudder slightly. “Miguel I can explain-” You started, “Shh, Shh no need sweetheart, I know exactly what you need.” He said softly as he leaned closer, his lips hovering just away from yours. “Question is, do you really want this?” He asked wanting to really make sure this wasn’t some wet dream or that it wasn’t you who felt this way. You swallowed hard as you exhaled shakily, nodding, “Words sugar.” He said softly against your lips. “Yes Miguel, Please.” You pleaded slightly and he chuckled, shaking his head. “Goodness little miss your going to be the death of me.” He teased before your lips met.

It started out soft and sweet then grew into something more passionate and rough as his hands rested on your hips, his thumbs tracing patterns on the cloth that covered them. You pulled away for air, your breathing coming out in small pants and huffs. “Look at you..Kiss bitten lips all needy for me.” Miguel said with a slight smug smirk, “I’m not needy.” You shot back at him with a small huff.

His hand went from your hips to your thigh working up to your panty covered clit, a gasp eliciting from your throat. “Not so needy huh?” he teases as he rubs a thumb over your covered clit groaning at the way your arousal has made your panties wet. “Not-Not needy at all,” You managed out as a whine followed your words when his hand moved away.

“Then maybe I shouldn’t,” He started before you sighed, “Please Miguel..” You murmured, earning a smile from him, “Please what?” he said, pushing you on. “I need you.” you whined out earning a satisfactory chuckle, his hands found your waist and he hoisted you up to sit on the counters of the bathroom. His lips immediately find your inner thigh, sucking marks into the soft skin.

His hands wander as you let out small gasps and cries trying to be quiet, as you beg for him, as you beg TO him. God he never really thought his little idea would work but here he was buried in between your thighs, what a dream. His lips inched closer and closer to where you wanted him, he gently pulled your panties down and off. Then he licked a slow stripe up your folds eliciting a moan from you causing you to cover your mouth.

You could practically feel the smile he had on his face, he began eating you out like you were the last meal he’d ever eat. His tongue working your leaking hole then focusing directly on your clit. Humming gently when his lips wrapped around the sensitive bud causing a guttural noise to slip past your hand. His pace is unforgivable with the way he’s eating you.

He acts like he's a starved man eating the most delicious food alive and he just can’t stop, one hand keeping your thighs apart and the other massaging the soft supple skin. The way he alternates between tongue fucking you then sucking at your clit has your head in the cloud feeling like your on cloud nine.

Without warning he shoves two fingers in causing you to gasp at the surprise feeling, his fingers working slowly but surely in a soft pace to give you time until you're practically begging for more and he gives you more. His fingers curl in the right spots as he pumps his fingers in and out of you sloppily kissing and licking at your clit.

All the stimulation has your head reeling as a knot forms in your stomach, he doesn’t stop, he makes direct eye contact with you with that smug smile on his face as the knot snaps. Your velvety walls spasming around his fingers as you orgasm, your eyes shut tight as he laps up all of it slowly letting you down from your high as you exhale sharply when he removes his fingers.

His hands come to make quick work of his belt and jeans bringing his boxers and jeans just low enough for his painfully hard cock to spring out. You can’t help but stare as he works it slightly, your mouth practically hanging open at the sight of it, precum beading at the tip as he works it slightly lining his head up with your entrance.

He looks to you for another affirmation and you nod looking up at him with those pleading eyes again and he can’t say no to you. He nudges his head in before plunging in full force eliciting a loud moan from your lips and groans from his with how tight you are around him. “God..So tight, such a good girl I swear.” he murmurs as he begins thrusting into your cunt, the praise causing your pussy to flutter around him. He acknowledged this with a little smirk.

“You like that huh? You like being my good girl,” He huffs out earning a whine from you, he lands a small slap to your ass causing a yelp to fall from your lips. “I asked you a question.” He said gruffly his change in attitude had your stomach feeling butterflies. “Yes, Yes s’good Miguel!” You cried out as his pace became relentless. His smirk remained at the way you reacted to all of this. His hands have a grip on your hips that’ll most definitely bruise without a doubt.

His face finds itself in the crevice of your neck placing soft kisses and words of praise into your ear, your mind practically melts from all of this as he fucks you with such a pace, the sound of skin slapping and your muffled whines and cries becoming evident as he continues on. Your legs come to wrap around his back slightly as he pulls his face away to watch where you two connect. “Tan condenadamente apretada, tan buena para mí.(So damn tight, so good for me.)” He managed out as your walls fluttered around him, having a vice on his cock.

“That feel good? Hm?” he asked knowing damn well your practically fucked dumb at this point, nodding your eyes fluttering open as he comes to rhythmic pace that’s hitting all the right spots for you. He continues to praise you and kiss up your neck leaving marks occasionally just because he can. With the way your walls clench around him he can tell your close, his free hand comes down to rub circles on your clit making you gasp and your head loll back onto the mirror behind you.”So damn needy for me..Taking all you can get.” he chuckled out.

“I’m not needy,” you managed out best you could as you took his hat from him, He shook his head at your hard-headedness “Eres tan terco…(You are so stubborn..)” He huffed out with a chuckle, quickly taking his hat back from you as you shot him a mischievous smile even in your mind melted state. Rolling your hips eliciting a groan from the cowboy who tossed his head back, his hat covering his face.

He hums slightly, leaning down to plant kisses on your collarbone and shoulder, “That’s how you wanna play huh?” he murmurs into your skin, his pace picking up almost knocking the air out of you, the lewd noises that spill from your lips spur him on, and that familiar knot tightens in your stomach, then the coil snaps and your cunts warm walls restrict around him and he can’t help but groan before he quickly pulls out before he can cum. Causing a small whine from you at the loss of feeling full.

“You wanna play games then we can play games sugar.” He says as he brings you off the counter onto your knees, you swallow thickly as you gently kitten lick the tip of his cock, soft and slowly. Teasing him with it, earning low groans and even slight whines from him. You don’t get very far with your tricky endeavors before he bucks his hips slightly causing you to gag around it. “Sorry bout that darlin’ just can’t help myself.” he says with a slight smile.

You start a steady pace, your hands resting on his thighs as you bob your head back and forth, your nose touching the tip of his pelvis before you pull off of him just to tease him again. He groans out before laughing slightly, his hand coming to find itself behind your head. “God you are just a little tease ain’tcha.” he says before thrusting into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly and pat his thighs. Tears welling in your eyes.

“Shh shh, it’s alright just relax.” He says softly and you try to, finding a steady breathing pace through your nose and relaxing your throat slightly. He begins face fucking your practically, drool coming to spill from the side of your mouth and nose tickling his pelvis as the hums you produced in response to his praises elicited groans and huffs from him.

His pace was rhythmic until it became erratic, his breathing becoming more uneven, “Don’t think I’m gonna last any longer.” Miguel huffs out as his pace becomes more needy. You hum around him and he groans, begging you to do that again and you oblige, humming around his length gagging slightly. The sensations send him over the edge after a few more thrusts his cum spurts down your throat causing you to swallow out of reflex, he slowly pulls out a string of spit connecting him to your kiss bitten drool covered lips. God the sight of alone could have had him going again he leaned forward wiping a thumb over your lip to wipe the drool away as you swallowed.

He planted a small kiss on your temple, “You're just perfect darlin’.” He praises making you smile slightly as he helped you stand up, a hand resting on your hips. “Maybe we should head back down, Wouldn’t want your family to worry too much.” you hummed in response, “I’m gonna change first, you go on down.” you said softly planting a kiss to his cheek as you carefully exited the bathroom to go back to the room.

Could this be the start of something real with this cowboy?

Fin.

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[daisyandtherose]

MIGUEL O'HARA 18+

Warnings: references to sexual things, age gap, boss and coworker??, He's about fourty two, no translation for Spanish to english (there's one Spanish phrase, nothing else just Miguel having dirty thoughts about you. Also more so a female character.

Miguel owns a ranch, he's an older man, he likes a younger person he employs who's around the age of his daughter(it's all legal), and he is so hot while doing it. Fr just a quick blurb

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"Shit"

Miguel hissed under his breath and quickly averted his eyes from you.

He was currently loading hay bales off of his pickup bed and into the horses pens in sweltering heat. He figured it would be a simple job, a bit annoying with the heat, definitely enough so that he would have to take off his shirt to avoid sweating through it but definitely bearable. Apparently not with you around.

Miguel glanced back over at you as you laughed at something Gabi said. He just really couldn't look away, not when you were dressed like that.

You were wearing a dainty, red bikini and sandals. Nothing more.

The bikini was one of those string ones, both the top and the bottom. Both the pieces were tied with bows like a pretty present for him, he knew that if he just walked over there and gave one simple tug to the strings he could see and touch everything-

No. That was wrong, so wrong.

You were too young, nearly half his age. He was a grown man, forty two years old.

Forty two years old and acting like a horny teenager.

You were only two years older than his own daughter. It was disgusting, perverted. He knew he was being sick.

But that didn't stop him from looking. It was constant. Everytime you walked into a room he just stared, he couldn't help it when you looked like that.

Brightening smile, soft eyes, perfect body. And when you showed it off like you were doing now? He had to take several deep breaths to contain himself.

He's embarrassed to admit that he's jerked off to you several times and they were the best times he's gotten off in a long time. He wishes he could do something, he does. He wishes you would walk up to him and just beg him to take you, to do anything because then he knows he wouldn't be able to resist you, you're always so receptive to everything he has to say, everything he has you do you do it with pleasure. If only he could pleasure you the way he wanted to.

He would be gentle, it doesn't seem like you have lots of experience so he would try to be soft. Key word: try.

Miguel likes to pride himself on his self control but when it comes to sex he knows he has zero. And he quickly learned that when it comes to you it gets even worse.

The amount of times he's let himself indulge in touching you is disappointing. Never anything too bad, just quick grabs to your hips to guide you, or a hand to your lower back to usher you somewhere, even just holding your hand to help you off a horse.

With his lack of self control he knows that he'd give in and just pound you and he knows you'd let him.

You'd let him do whatever he wants, with the way you blush at him he doesn't doubt you've had your own share of dirty thoughts about him.

From the day you met him you've had a problem looking him straight in the eye. You've also had a problem of staring at him when you thought he didn't notice. He always noticed you.

One time Miguel thinks fondly of is when he had just gotten done putting up the upgraded fences around the east side of the ranch and he went into the kitchen shirtless and sweaty from a hard day's work. He didn't realize you were even in there but sure enough when he opened the door you were pulling a homemade cake out from the fridge and looking cute while doing it.

You had your hair up and were wearing a cute dainty dress with flowers patterned into it, you looked properly overworked but seemed determined to frost this cake if it were the last thing you'd do.

You didn't turn around when he first walked in but it was obvious you'd heard him, when you placed the cake down you turned around with a smile before your mouth dropped slightly as you took in his shirtless and breathless state.

You both stood there for a beat. You were stunned at his sudden and attractive presence while he smirked silently at your expression.

"Do you have any water?" Miguel asked, trying to get you to snap out of it while also getting what he came here for.

"Um…yeah! Yeah we do" You snapped into action immediately and went to pour him a glass.

He silently watched you stumble around the kitchen in a hurry with your hands shaking slightly to get him what he needed. While you did that Miguel took a towel off of one of the shelves and started to wipe the sweat off of himself.

You turned around with the balls of water to him rubbing down his abs.

"Um…what are you doing?" You asked quietly, trying to grasp what was happening in front of you.

"I'm sticky with sweat, ¿Te parece bien?" He sounded ruder than he meant to and he saw you blush and nod your head before getting back to icing your cake.

He cussed himself out internally for putting you off so quickly, especially when he wanted the conversation to continue.

Miguel remembers how he felt then. He felt want and need. He's always hated feeling needy but he can never help it when it comes to you, it drives him crazy.

But he couldn't help but smile when the two of you made eye contact from staring at each other.

Let me know if you guys want this as a series because I'd definitely be down to write that!!

Pt.2

#miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #writing #atsv #spiderman atsv #miguel o'hara x reader #cowboy miguel ohara

[korigama]

Cowboy Miguel :)

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[kur0m1sblog]

Random question but what’s in your inbox?

Okay Soooo Here’s A List Of Characters I Have Asks For!

Miguel O’Hara: 8

Hobie Brown: 6

The Spot: 7

Thrax: 3

Miles Morales / Miles Morales 42: 11

Spider Cowboy / Web- Slinger: 2

Spider Noir: 1

Pitch Black: 1

Pavitr Prabhakar: 3

Request I have In total: 44 (i think- 🧍🏽‍♀️)

Friday, June 9

10:00pm

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[sk4rlette8008]

(me actually realising i need to start revising for a very important paper that I’m doing in 4 days and stop obsessing over old fucked up men.)

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[miguel-ohara-wifey]

I’ll find you

Chapter 1: Never love an anchor

Cowboy!Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Rating; Angst & 18+

Prompt; Running from his past, Miguel finds you once he’s as far as he can go.

Warnings; abusive husband, blood, violence, violence against women, misogyny, forced sui*ide, death, swearing, Wild West period piece, depressed reader, and guns

Word count; 4K

Your chest and shoulders were thrown onto the ground, your skin lightly bruised and cut on impact.

“Move it whore!”

One of your husbands goons screeched out against the sea of ringing in your ears from the shock. You can’t even lift yourself up with your wrists bound to one another behind your back. Dust powdered your cheek on top of your regular blush. Your bun was messily loosened as said goon picked you up by your left forearm. Placed back onto your legs, you saw the sunrise’s light falling to you along the brim of every leaf you were escorted under. 

Your heels scuffed and ripped beyond repair against this forest trial. You were almost out of breath, none of your muscles built to withstand this hike. You’ve long lost sight of your home, of the city, and of any beaten path created by civilization. Besides this likely long forgotten piece of hunting path you were dragged down. 

You huffed as the two other men your husband sent to “take care of you” walked beside you. Your heart was eerily calm in your rib cage, as you were too bound in rope escorted to your death. You know they were taking you somewhere high. Likely planning to untie you then throw you off the edge. Your husbands ruthless, cruel, and egomaniacal; but you’d also count smart among those facts. 

Your tears were sealed behind your eyes by the fact you may be getting what you deserve. You just prayed your daughter at least gets a good life, and a good escape from him. Just as the trail of thought began, the end of the one you all walked on met you. 

“Fuckin finally-“ the man furthest from you whined under his breath. Slightly letting go of the rifle in both of his hands. 

You’ve already exhausted your efforts to escape hours ago. The goon started undoing the knot keeping your wrists together. Once free of the abrasive material, a push sends you closer to the brownish golden edge. The jagged cliff was founded on a collection of boulders. Giant rocks placed on the neck connecting the ground and the height you all set yourselves on. The peach colors the sun's ascension painting among the clouds hovering it set you at ease. At the very least the view was pretty. Even as the view was punctuated by a clanking of a gun being pointed at your back.

“Get movin-“ the man aiming it commanded, the other two just caught their breath as you’d finish the job for them. 

They divided the forest from the edge, running would mean granting them a better shot. Even if that’d be a cleaner, more painless death than whatever meets you at the bottom from here. You’ll take your death in your own hands. Considering your husbands already took your life from you. You set your posture straight, feeling the ache of your bruises along your skin as you try to walk as firmly as possible. 

You scuffed your fancy black shoes further as you eat up the space between you and the edge. His aim didn't falter, it didn’t take you looking back at him to know that. Soon your leather covered toes were an inch from the very line between the ground and air. A brief peer down confirmed what you already knew. An ever stagnant wave of broken bones and a slow or quick death depending on where you land. Awaited you, inevitably bound to hug it. 

“What did I say!? Move it!” One of the men shouted impatiently. You sighed, tears sealed behind your eyes by the knowledge you probably deserve this.

“Can I have my last thoughts at least?” A half sarcastic, half genuine question. The men had a silent telepathic exchange behind you. 

“Yeah, sure.” One of them eventually answered, how considerate of them. After a sigh, you made the first prayer in what felt like a lifetime. 

It was all written for your daughter, Mona; praying to whatever could listen and would do anything. To protect your child. To at least give her an escape from her father that you didn’t possess from your husband. Concluding with an apology your daughter would never hear. Sorry for making that man her father, sorry for making her live with him. Sorry for being responsible for who he is. Once you finish. 

Suddenly your legs became ten times heavier, your spine too frail to hold the upper half of your physique.   The heart in your chest trying to stop itself so you’d collapse backwards and not forwards. A chill fishing under your flesh. 

Your mind and body were at war as you desperately tried to win over the battlefield going in every cell of your being. An invisible air pushing you off that cliff, your limbs sore from the hike. You’d just softly collapse down the cliff. Leaning yourself over the very tip, you felt nothing holding you up anymore as you fell beyond it. Gently closing your eyes as gravity took its price. All you wanted to think, see, and feel was your daughter.

The smell of her hair as you kissed her good night overcame your nose. Silkiness of her locks dancing on your fingertips as you braided her hair. How she wants to write books and be an author. You were so wrapped in that self created bubble of comfort, when you heard.

“Are you okay?”

Is when you realized you should’ve been dead by now. Opening your eyes, your gaze was meet with water color brown eyes. Framed by a cowboy hat at the top, and a bandana concealing his face from the bridge of his nose and down. His hand wasn’t dug into a divot in the rock but his skin along stuck you both to the wall. His other muscular arm lined against your back the only thing keeping you from falling back. Looking down confirmed what you were already seeing, that barrage of boulders you gazed upon when at the top. It didn’t kill your confusion and shock however. 

“What the fuck?!”

The goon overlooking you two from the height of the cliff spoke your exact thoughts. Suddenly you felt the toll of gravity all over again. You screeched as the man gripped you with both arms pushing you both up with a strength you’ve never witnessed before. You opened your eyes a split second after instinctively shutting them in fear when you felt the drop around your body again. Opening them, you were now behind the three men who came to investigate your lack of dying. Gently set down like a baby in a crib as the man whispered to you.

“Close your eyes if you don’t want to see what happens next.” His words traveled to your ears as a growl, the goons nor you had time to react. 

As the mysterious man had a talon extended from each one of his ten fingers. Leaping at them he dug each of his claws violently across their throats. Blood dressed the ground, as some of the men tried to fire their guns. But missed as he pushed them off the ledge. A hue of red ran down his wrists across his claws as the momentary fight subsided. You finally got your senses back, not sparing a moment to thank him. You ran off, not in fear of him. But for your daughter. 

You hurried towards the forest and down the familiar trail. The man must’ve turned and saw you running, chasing after you he insisted.

“Hey stop! It’s okay no ones gonna hurt you-“

“NOT ME- they have my daughter!” You explained not slowing your pace, but a rock intercepting your left foot did. You collapsed for the hundredth fucking time that day. You’re so weak standing itself is a chore, just trying to get up is a hundred different exercises. Frustration broke your tears free as you laid on the ground again, the man caught up with you predictably fast. He had a crimson button up with the sleeves rolled back behind his elbows. And ragged blue jeans, finishing his look with faded brown cowboy boots. 

He tried to help you up but you were too weak to stand on your own. You watered the dirt with your crying, attempting to howl. 

“I-I have to get to her, he’ll hurt her I can’t-“

“Hey now…”

He tenderly cut you off, draping his left fingers on your shoulder ever so carefully. Making eye contact with you again as he instructed.

“Just breathe, and explain so I can help.”

You detected a note of frustration, a habit he has controlled so he could help you. After a couple of breaths created in your lungs and disposed of from out your body. You could comprehensively explain.

“My husband paid those men to kill me, and I don’t know what he wants with our daughter but it’s bad. I have to get there….”

The statement compelled you to rise to your feet, your muscles screaming below your skin you ignored.  He stood up with you as you asked while attempting to walk. Your cheeks were caked in tears, dirt, and blush you tried to wipe off asking the man.

“Who are you?”

His immediate answer was a considering look, wondering wordlessly what to tell you. But in the end he drew the bandana off from his face. Revealing a blocky facial structure, filled with those dark almond eyes. Soft looking and beautifully toned brown skin, and nice full lips just above his chin. You just started to notice how tall he is, his shoulders alone dwarf you.  

“You can call me Miguel…” You stopped yourself from staring longer at this gorgeous man. He was now whistling with two right fingers in his mouth. The pitch summoned a horse barreling towards both of you from down the path. Once in front of you both, he single handedly. Almost effortlessly lifted you onto the horse, as he soon followed in front taking the reins. He looked back at you with his bandana masking his appearance once again. 

“Lead the way.” He huffed out from the fabric on his face. 

~~A few hours later~~ 

Miguel had hitched the horse half a block away, as the two of you snuck around back to get your daughter. Mona, you always hear her name swimming in your mind. For as long as you’ve had her, she’s mattered more to you than breathing, sleeping, eating, and living. 

Miguel used his bandana to muffle the sounds of the lock snapping under the pressure of his bare grip. You immediately push the door open, covertly moving about your own home. Evading the guards posted in the front of the house. Miguel followed your lead.

“I know an entrance to his office from here…”

He nodded wrapping the bandana around his face again, you scanned the area ahead of you before making a move. Miguel dutifully behind you all the while, certain he could tear through these guards like a hot knife through butter. But trusted your judgment and kept it low profile. Eventually you made your way to the downstairs kitchen just down the left hall from where you entered.

All the kitchen staff were off duty by this hour, once ensuring no guards would see you. You stood up from your squatting position. Opening up the two doors to the pantry, pushing aside from products and cans on the furthest left corner on the base board. You found the rusted over clicker, once you flipped the switch toward. A lever released behind it, opening the door from the outside in. Allowing the baseboard and the shelves attached to it holding all the food. Angle itself open, Miguel just kept watch as you got the entrance open. 

You whispered, “okay get in.” Miguel cautiously escorted himself inside right behind you. As you minded the shelving to not drop anything that would leave a trail. Once you both walked into the cobblestone outer skeleton of your home. You grabbed the outer doors of the cabinet and shut them. Soon following with the second door, once shit in position. You pulled down the second lever on your end, locking it. 

“It’s okay, no one can hear us in here..” you instructed, running past him up the stairs around the right corner. Miguel pursued asking “What is the plan when we find him?” You responded matter of factly “Kill him.” Miguel was shocked by your answer, you stopped dead in your tracks a couple steps above him. As the humid  air closeted by the secret entrance sewed you two together, “What? Wanted to take him out for tea?” Your sarcasm cut an annoyed grimace on his face.  

You went on your war path as the vagrant Miguel persisted in aiding you. Once the final step was in sight, struck above it was a faded brown door. You turned to Miguel as he was behind you.

“He’s probably in there, if you don’t want to help anymore. Just give me your gun.” You pointed to the silver pistol strapped to his left thigh. Miguel huffed “Well that’s awfully cynical, I followed you this far haven’t I?” You were dead set on rescuing your daughter from your insane husband. You didn’t calculate Miguel’s true intentions into this plan. For all you know he’ll expect your husband's property and money in return. 

“And why have you?” Digging each of your hands into each side of your hips. Glaring down at him with a suspicious dig into his eyes from yours. But with his  shoes rubbed against yours, standing one foot on the same step as you. Your faces now inches apart killed all your gusto.

“Because when I see someone in need, I help them. That’s what he-I do.” He whispered, the irony of utter sincerity emitting through his mask. The gaze of his eyes massages the tension from your body. You breathe out your stress, giving a trusting nod. He’s your best bet regardless, yet somehow you feel you won’t regret this “Alright.” You punctuated the interaction as you pushed open the door. 

Miguel drew his gun to be ready to fight, but you all were stood up by an empty office. All of the furniture was removed, the smell of your husband's cologne alone revealed the move was recent. 

“What?! Shit!” You relented in a panicked fury, “WHOSE THERE!?” Announced the arrival of one of his goons. A rifle in one arm as his other opened the door to the office. Without thinking Miguel pulled back the trigger to drive a bullet through his left eye. Staining the painting behind him with the insides of his eye. 

You screamed out in shock, as the collective drumming of the rest of his guards feet against the floors of your former home. Could be heard beyond the walls of the office, commanding each other to get to the noise. You promptly shut the secret door to the office. That said panic faded into an icy resolution to get out of the house. Miguel read you like a book and just ran down the steps. Knowing the guards would see the door and soon follow. The plan was to be faster, racing out through the pantry shelves door. Not caring what litters the tiles as you race through the kitchen. Miguel stopped you before going down the hallway. Rightly so because a shotgun shell fires off a piece of the wooden walls right where your head used to be. 

“I found em!” Presumably the one who fired the bullet cried out. He pushed his back against the wall at the hallways right corner, adjacent to where Miguel was doing the same. “I thought we killed that whore!” He slurs out at the other goons, swiftly making their way back downstairs to continue the fire fight. 

The minute he left his cover, Miguel’s swift trigger finger and movement secured him the first shot into the man’s stomach. As he started to tumble from the shock, dropping his firearm. Miguel landed a second bullet through his neck. Miguel grabbed your hand, and ushered you down the hall. Skipping over the man’s dead body. 

You two finally make it the mansion, luckily they didn’t think to post anyone outside. So you and Miguel book it to the opposite side of the hills resting just beyond your old property. With the vantage at the top of the curve, you spot your husband's carriage riding off along the bend of the road. You pointed and shouted, “THERE! That’s where she is! Has to be!” Miguel nodded and yelled “Alright let’s go!” Eventually making it to Miguel’s horse. Once you dug yourself around the saddle behind him, he rode off in haste towards the carriage. 

A thin cloud of dust followed where Miguel’s horse trampled the road. The wind combing through your hair as the race towards the carriage was nearing its end. You saw the beating sun glare off of the gold ornament along the edges of the box on wheels. You told Miguel, “Just force it to stop!” Miguel nodded, once the clambering of his horses' hooves met beside the smooth travel of the wheels. Miguel unsheathed his claws, and struck once removing the wheel from the circled pillar. 

The horses pushing the carriage against the elements squealed in shock. As the man driving it looked back, before Miguel could notice. You slide his shotgun strapped to the saddle. Aiming it right between where his face and right ear meet. A pull of the trigger flew his ear right off. The man fumbled backwards, gravity throwing him off the carriage. After a bump of the mechanics of the ride once it ran him over. He was buried by the brownish yellow dust of the road. Without hesitation you leapt for the driver's seat, grabbing hold of the leather lashes connected to the horses straps. 

And whipping them to halt, digging a long shallow hole in the ground as the wheels were compelled to an immediate stop. Once you caught your breath, you sighed out plummeting your back to the back of the seat. Just to grant your body a steady flow of oxygen again. The last few hours have been a living nightmare. 

And It got worse, as you saw your husband in the corner of your eye. Escorting Mona out of the carriage, forcefully folding his arm around her neck with the end of his revolver pressed through her hair. Miguel raised his own gun to meet your husband's silent threat. 

“Thomas stop!” You screeched landing back on the ground. Mona’s face was torn in terror and shock.

“Mom why is he doing this-“ Mona blubbered out in a confused puddle of sweat and tears. 

“Shut up! Be useful to me for once-“ he cut her off with a malicious and terrified wrinkle on his nose. Miguel calmly questioned your husband. 

“How is killing her going to change what we do to you?” Somewhat muffled by his bandana once again, but with the winds politely quiet enough his meaning was clear as day regardless. Thomas struggled and fumbled for a plan, he was in the middle of nowhere. Far away from his goons, held up by one person with every reason to kill him. And another based on context has no reason to stop his death. 

“One more fucking step and she gets her brains baked in the sun!” He cried out like a pig pending slaughter. You knew to tread carefully, he was stupid and weak. But not a man of empty threats, you and Miguel shared a wordless strategy. Simply to wait for the right time. For Mona’s head to slip down enough to make a shot for his head. 

Until a shot goes off for you two, and your daughter Mona collapses to the ground. Except no smoke escaped from Thomas’s pistol, a vertical rain of bullets then fired at where you and Miguel stood. You also would’ve been hit had Miguel’s reflexes not kicked in. Shoving you by the hip behind where the carriage stopped. 

He also had to hold you back from your sobbing and crying. Trying to wrestle free to make it to Mona’s body. Your screaming of her name was all you could hear. Staring at the blood caking her face as her expression was permanently ripped in a blank look of shock. White already eating away at her eyes as Thomas ran towards the gunfire. Shouting orders at his men who snuck behind you, in the ringing played by the gun shots. As every once of air leaves your body and not finding a way back in. 

You didn’t focus on anything as everything in the world froze. Your daughter laid cooked by the summer sky. Already flies arrive at their feast of her flesh and blood. Tears wash away the sweat on your face, choking your throat further by evaporating any conscious or unconscious effort to breathe. All you did was sob. Miguel for a few moments leans your face towards his shoulder. His shirt is now stained in the aroma of your crying and sweating. But he didn’t mind at all, you didn’t bother to look up at his face of pity for you. 

Miguel realized a second later he had to act alone, whistling his horse to fetch you two. Getting you in front, less likely to be hit. As he rained cover fire from behind. He whipped his horse to violently kick up the dirt beneath his hooves to go as fast as he could. You didn’t bother looking back despite your life hanging in the balance. You didn’t care to be honest. 

~~One horse ride to Miguel’s cabin~~

The blur of passing greenery and road, the gunshots firing long faded into the harmless symphony of the frogs and crickets when night covered itself above the two of you. By that time you were out of tears, whether your exhausted body was too tired to do so. Or the ducts buried behind your eyes no longer had any left to spare. Miguel was behind you, still manning the horse as a cabin constructed from blackish brown wood met you two at the end of the path.

Walled off by thick forestry and wrapped in beautiful waves of fireflies set by the soft howling of far off coyotes. His home has thick clear windows, which filled the square of land set apart from the rest of the grounds. By a somewhat worn gray wooden fence, there were some attempts at flower gardening. You can’t tell yet but the seeds have been planted, and are poking out from the surface of the earth. 

He gently pulls you off the horse after his boots meet the ground, not making you stand. He holds you with his left arm under your elbows, as his right tenderly pushes up your back. You instinctively huddle into his chest. Letting your eyes have a rest, you hear the opening of his front door. Taking off his shoes then your own, making his way up some stairs. Minding your head and feet poking out beyond his frame. 

He then takes you to a fairly empty guest room, with a nice enough bed and a small doorless, empty closet. He lays you on top of the comforters, the white quilted blanket is a comfy spot for your body. Miguel considers speaking, the silence hangs like a dead person on a noose. 

You want to help, but there’s nothing else to be done. And all you think to do is let them be. So Miguel leaves you in the cold. Not understanding how to help, not knowing if you’d want help. As such he closes the door behind him. Your eyes fall on the partially open window centered in the wall of your room in front of you. 

“Never love an anchor” was what crept through your brain, as you closed your eyes again. Gently going to sleep. 

#miguel ohara #miguel o’hara #18+ #spiderverse #slow burn fic #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #angst #tw; child death #cowboy!miguel #cowboy au #spiderverse au #I’ll find you

[kedsandtubesocks]

Hold On, Hold On

pairing: Cowboy!Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

summary: Your cowboy leaves for another bounty and you face how fragile a home can be

wc: 4.7k

warnings: 18+ only. MDNI, old west AU, semi established relationship, violence and town in peril, deep yearning, light angst but happy ending, heavy make-out session that gets a bit heated and spicy at the end

a/n: this is based off the season 3 episode ‘the pirate’ except with bandits lol, the title of this is from another neko case song of the same name (no surprise) I have a whole little collection of Cowboy Din pieces but this works as a good stand alone! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy & biggest thank you to my cowgal forever @skeletoncowboys this is for you I love ya

The wilderness calls to your bounty hunting cowboy once again.

“Don’t know how long this one is going to take. So I’m having the kid come with me.” Din tells you, his black bandana covering his face.

As much as you understand, an ache swells through your chest fast.

Would this be the last time you saw him? Saw either of your boys that have become beautiful fixtures in your life?

Something as dangerous as a storm rips through your mind. This all is temporary and you knew that.

Nothing is sure or set in stone with a man who chases after demons in the desert.

Din’s occupation as a bounty hunter meant he jumped around from town to town, never settling in a place for too long. Even with a ward in his care, you understood there was no need for him to grow roots in a particular community.

The only reason why he often brought his bounties here was because the mayor of your town was a previous member of the same bounty hunting guild Din is in. You never even knew bounty hunters held guilds. But that is the life you are wading through now.

It’s the life that’s led you to this, to seeing Din and the baby off on their journey.

You kiss the kid goodbye. His sweet pudgy cheeks puff up so warmly when he smiles at you.

“Keep an eye on your dad, little bug,” you tell the baby as you poke his sweet little nose. He giggles and it’s a sound you will treasure.

“Alright kid, let’s go.” Din croaks low as he shifts the baby up into his arms.

You haven’t been able to look Din in the eyes since he announced his departure. You don’t even know why this particular trip is affecting you so much.

“I packed a few extra slices of bread.” You explain rapidly. “And I know you’re still upset that I’m having you take one of my quilts but trust me, I’d rather you two have it-“

He cuts off your rambling quietly with the soft whisper of your name. It strikes fast like lightning shot through your spine.

Now you can’t help but turn your gaze up to him.

The whispers around this man painted him to be an omen because you could never see his eyes.

That part is true. The shadow of Din’s hat casts a deep shadow heavily blocking any chance of getting a good look at him in the eye. Then his bandana completely hides him from the nose down. At times he truly exists as a faceless phantom, a wandering ghost that has now found residence in your heart’s chambers.

But right now, this phantom stares directly at you and you can clearly see the eyes of this righteous man.

You’ve seen his face, kissed his soft lips. But his eyes…

Those rich soil eyes hold so much emotion and now hold your entire soul captive in their gaze.

You say nothing, don’t even know what to tell him.

A goodbye feels too simple. A please come home safe doesn't sound true because was this really his home?

Would this ever be his home?

And could you ever house a man as wild as a tumbleweed?

“Thank you.” Din speaks first. However, that simple thank you is all he says.

Your arms ache to embrace him. Your lips wish you were brave enough to yank the cloth across his face down to kiss him with every inch of your love.

He suddenly nods at you and you only nod back.

Without another word Din jumps onto his horse. The animal, which you believe hates you, now lets you softly pet him. You wish you could appreciate this small step but heaviness clogs your heart too much for any other emotion to pass.

The baby makes a soft whimper and both you and Din snap your attention to him. With his chubby sweet little fingers, your little bug simply waves a sad soft thing at you. He’s so smart, the kid, and you swallow back hard as you wave back. Your eyes return to Din.

The shade of his hat now has you searching harder for his eyes.

This time you can’t find them.

Nothing else is said.

Din simply kicks his heels against his horse and then begins a slow ride away.

No breeze of the wind carries them. This time it is only the stillness of the desert. For some reason, as you watch them dwindle further and further away, the stillness scares you more.

Summer beats down an unforgiving heat.

The air gets thick with the dry dust and you’re thankful for the cool nights that settle in. The early evening breeze from the open window already feels refreshing as you finish buying a few provisions from the commissary.

The clerk, an older man whose wife you are fond of, gently says your name hesitantly. His eyes are even a bit nervous and you ready yourself for whatever he asks.

“What…whatever happened to that young babe you had with you?”

You had previously been in the store many times with the baby happily cuddled in your arms. You used to cover him with a small light quilt to keep him safe from any curious eyes. You didn’t want them recognizing him if they saw the baby with your bounty hunter. But of course, the sight of you suddenly with a new babe did spark a few curious conversations.

Now your lips twitch but out of a fondness soaked in an aching sadness.

You haven't seen your boys for three months.

It’s the longest they’ve ever been gone. Not even a letter has been sent your way. But then again, you don’t take Din as one to write letters. The panic, the sleepless nights worrying if they were alright, all those emotions bleed into a numbness now. You simply wade through it all like trying to find an exit out of a sandpit slowly sinking you.

Swallowing the canyon sized lump in your throat, you simply give a brave false smile to the clerk staring so worried now.

You remember once jokingly telling him you had grown the baby in your garden. After all, you had first found the little terror eating your carrots.

“The wind swept him away from me,” you reply and you even hear the hollowness you cannot hide in your tone.

The clerk curiously frowns confused but his eyes seem to read past your brave face. He comfortingly pats your hand still on the counter and wishes you a safe walk back to your cabin.

With a grateful small grin you move to head out of the store.

Then the air bursts with a violent and loud crack.

Bandits are not a new occurrence to you or to the town. Once in a blue moon, a couple of them would arrive, make a ruckus at the saloon or unfortunately leave the town with more than they came with.

But the bandits arriving now come in a wave, like a mass of locust swarming in so fast you didn’t have time to think. And you didn’t. The explosion comes and you and the clerk give each other a petrified look before dashing outside.

Smoke rises from the edge of town and your heart sinks horrified at the chaos quickly consuming. The raiders ride in fast. The sticks of dynamite in their hand speak of a sinister threat of what was to come if anyone tries to stop them.

You move fast, trying to help your dear clerk to his house to be with his wife. You try to keep low. But when you are up against a swarm, it’s hard to outrun their staggering numbers.

Anywhere you turn the raider’s sinisters faces laugh proud and wild from on top of their horses. Some of them even chase on foot like released devils. It’s a bedlam choking your throat in panic.

Leave. You have to leave, find shelter or at least hide in your home.

Thankfully a group of you, including Mayor Karga, band together and flee fast from the town out past the outskirts. You all make camp on a secluded hillside that overlooks the town.

In the dead of night, the town illuminates a destructive crimson that has your legs wanting to give out.

“Don’t worry everyone!” Karga with his steady leveled heads guidance calls out in the night to you and the others townsfolk. “Before we evacuated I sent a telegram to my best man! He will come!”

For some reason your mind immediately flashes to Din.

You almost want to laugh. Of course your love sick heart would clutch onto the idea of him during a perilous moment of turmoil. He was a known fighter, though you had never seen him in combat. But a sharp internal voice striking as sharp as a rattlesnake tells you not to put your faith in bounty hunters.

Not even Din.

You squeeze away the tears clouding up your eyes and try to sleep alone under the desert’s ever watchful eye.

Staring up at the clear beautiful sky, you watch as the stars twinkle down below.

There were children’s tales about wishing on stars, on how seeing one fly across the sky was the reminder of how quick and fast wishes come. You remember even telling that story to your favorite little carrot stealing bug.

Emotions clog your throat even more at the thought of the baby and his father.

Something in you whispers to make a wish. That maybe at this hour of feeling so lost, a wish is all you have.

But again, wishing on stars, wishing for bounty hunters to make a miraculous return from the horizon, is for children. And you are too old to hold onto wishes when your town faces a real chaos that wishes might not be able to maybe save.

A day passes among the hills.

The next day, talk bubbles among some of the townsfolk to try and take the county back. But even you know the ammunition would not withstand the sheer force of the bandits.

And the bandits are apparently a stubborn group.

Their leader, a terrifying man with a wild beard by the name of Gorian Shard, announces with a loud voice to Karga they will never leave.

“A fair retribution for you not serving my men and then discovering your precious bounty hunter killed more of my comrades!”

Your heart again jumps at the thought of it being Din.

But your mind races to the worst possibilities. Did he encounter these raiders and not make it out alive? What about the baby?

You refuse to let yourself dwindle on those thoughts. You can’t. You have to find a way to keep moving, find a way out of this situation.

The townsfolk grow restless and worried, more so than you.

“Now everyone please, just hold on. I know help is on the way!” Karga urges, a voice of reason and faith. It settles everyone enough as another night among the wilderness arrives.

This time clouds cluster in the skies above and hide the stars. You think it’s fitting as you go to sleep with tears in your eyes.

You think of Kargas words, the idea of holding onto faith. You suppose even now a part of you still greedily clutches onto a last bit of hope that you’ll see your cowboy again.

You glance up at the cloudy sky again.

Even though there are no stars out, your heart now sends out a whisper of a wish. It’s a simple one.

What else do you have to lose making a wish now?

So you wish for safety - for you, for the town, and for your two boys that you hope more than ever are alive.

Soft low mummering wakes you up. Above stretches a soft periwinkle blue morning sky. When you rise you find so many staring down towards the town.

When you go to see what has everyone in a commotion, your breath gets snatched right out of your chest.

Din is fast on his horse.

He moves rapidly between the buildings and among the shadows that you believe you might have just imagined him.

But then, he swiftly rides out from a sharp corner and shoots three bandits down.

The towns people cry in absolute cheer but your eyes are on the cowboy moving like a phantom. It really is him.

Din.

He’s not alone though. More riders move in to take down the bandits but everyone including yourself focus on the mystery rider.

“Isn’t that the man with no eyes!? The one with the face you can’t even see?” Someone whispers.

“No…can’t be.” Another voice argues.

Karga suddenly chuckles, warm and reassured. “Trust me, my friends. That is indeed the same bounty hunter. He’s ours.”

A sharp flash of possessiveness rises.

You want to correct the Mayor and say he’s yours. That bounty hunter is your bounty hunter, the one who’s son eats from your garden, the bounty hunter who’s favorite fruit is oranges, whose face you knew and existence is now carved a deep cavern in your heart.

Din.

Your bounty hunter.

He’s a wonder to watch in action. Smooth, swift, firing with precision and maneuvering with an almost grace.

Your throat goes dry thinking of how strong this cowboy is the same one who once got flustered when he told you he can’t dance.

The bandits are effortlessly taken down by Din and the reinforcements he brought. Peace returns with the warm dawn. A beautiful relieved joy bursts through the crowd as everyone starts the descent back to the town. Your legs barely carry you but you eventually find yourself there among your town.

Rubble lines the streets. A few shops including the cantina took the worst damage. A steady rebuild is already being discussed among the townsfolk but your attention rests entirely on the black bandana wearing man.

He’s alive.

The baby sits cozy in his arms, smiling as bright as a new sun. Your mind can’t even process the thought of Din riding into battle with the kid.

Then a woman walks towards him.

Her gait is steady, confident. When she removes her hat to wipe her face, striking auburn colored hair falls from under her hat. She is lovely and it dawns on you that she was with the reinforcements.

You can’t help but admire her for being a part of the group who help liberate and retrieve your home. But when she moves closer to talk to Din, even playfully smiles at the baby, your heart starts deflating.

Soon Karga walks forward to speak to the hunters and the townspeople.

The entire time he talks you stay hidden against the shadow of a building, watching. The woman stands next to Din the entire time and grins so fondly. That look only intensifies when she goes to stare at him. Her eyes are molten and when Din turns back to her, he nods.

You hate that you cannot see his eyes.

The wilderness is not a forgiving thing. It brings in many travelers that simply come and go and it seems Din might be one of them. Because of course he would be close with another, a true cowgirl who can handle the wilderness and his ever changing lifestyle.

He never mentioned another woman in his life, but you suppose you wouldn’t either if you were in his position.

You wonder now if your existence to him was a simple way to pass the time, if you were just a quiet pit stop not ever meant to hold him for long. You try not to let these acidic jealous thoughts poison you, but it’s too late.

Before Din can turn to look towards the crowd, you turn on your heels and walk away against the shadows of the building.

You go to help the clerk, his sweet wife clean up the shop as best as you can.

“I wonder if the bounty hunter we’ve seen around here with the black bandana is handsome?” The clerk’s wife offers trying to lighten the space and her husband chuckles.

You stay quiet while your heart whispers out that yes, that bounty hunter is quite handsome.

When exhaustion mixes too dangerously with the heartbreak still brimming in your body, you decide to slip home.

You don’t even realize how long this day has been until you step out of the shop and find the sun already making her way to bed over the horizon.

It's comforting in a strange way.

The sun will rise again tomorrow, a new day, and so will you. You will move on.

You walk forward, straight out of the town and to the outskirts to where your cabin sits. You want to cry seeing your home thankfully still standing. A few animals are gone. Some crops and even stored goods from the shed have been stolen. The inside of your house is a ransacked clutter.

In the stillness, among the settled destruction, quiet tears sting your eyes.

You don’t know if it’s from the exhaustion of these past few days or the ache knowing your bounty hunter might be taken away from you by something fiercer than the wilderness.

He’s alive, your heart whispers.

You got your wish.

And that is true, but heavens above the truth hurts a violent ache.

Footsteps against the porch outside make you jump and whip around to stare from inside your house. There against your open doorway stands a beautiful shadow.

“Din…” Your voice even sounds hollow saying his name.

He pulls his mask down. His stunning handsome face stares at you wide as if you’re the phantom. Then he moves with a blinding speed you witnessed against the bandits.

In quick steps he is suddenly before you and then, you are in his arms.

He smells of gunpowder, sweat and something faintly him. It’s intoxicating and you can’t even stop yourself. Your arms wrap around him tight.

He breathes your name out and you think it might even sound like a shaken watery prayer.

“I didn’t see you among the others and I thought…I thought the worst, honey.” Din speaks with a heavy tone as thick as a torn bush.

That sweet but cursed nickname ignites a tender warmth through your body.

“I did too, about you.” You reply back small and in a waterlogged voice. “Haven’t seen you in months and I thought…”

You can’t even utter the words.

You instead simply allow yourself this moment to hold him tight.

“I know.” Din answers low. “The job took a lot longer than I thought. I’m sorry.”

“But then Karga sent me that ‘gram.” His voice steels hard.

So, it was him that Karga was speaking about.

“And I had to come back.” Din breathes out and squeezes you in his arms. His face even burrows against the top of your head and your eyes go wide.

Quietly your mind conjures up the image of the beautiful woman with the sunset colored hair and your eyes go misty.

So many emotions swirl in you that you can’t even swim against their tides to steady yourself.

A soft coo comes from the door now and instantly you and Din pull away from each other. Waddling in with wide eyes is the baby.

Without hesitation you leave Din’s arms to rush to the kid who once he sees you lights up. Then his arms reach out wide and grabby towards you. So effortlessly you scoop the little critter in your arms and pepper kisses across his face.

His sweet little coos twinkle like the sweetest wind chime.

“You came back just to eat more of my veggies didn’t you, little bug?” You laugh watery as the baby giggles so bright.

For the rest of the evening the little babe stays cozy in your arms refusing to leave even as you and Din slowly start cleaning up the cabin.

It’s a slow, quiet process.

Neither of you ask how the other is, how the other has been these missing months. The tension in the air clouds with a thickness you don’t know how to navigate.

Eventually the baby falls asleep quickly and happily snuggled in the makeshift bed.

Exhausted and in a type of trance all you can do is plop yourself on the edge of your porch. Din with his boots echoing on the wood quietly moves to sit beside you.

“Are you alright?” Din surprisingly speaks first in a comforting and low tone.

“Yeah it’s just… it’s been a long day.” It’s been a long couple of days, a couple of months and now, your ghost is materialized beside you.

“I bet.” Din comforts you so gently. “Don’t worry. We’ll get this place back to the way it was, honey.”

We will.

He included himself in those plans.

“You don’t have to stay too long,” but you reply low into the early evening air. “I understand your work keeps you busy and…”

The words become barbed and cut your throat on the way out.

“I know you had to come back because Karga sent out that distress signal. But I know this isn’t your home.”

Bounty hunters don’t stay in one place for long. He’s teaching you that.

And besides, what home could you truly give him?

The one you have now needs major repairs from the damage done by the bandits. Even before then your life compared to his is a simple mundane quietness that he might grow bored of.

Among the wilderness, the mirage is a sea of deception. It distorts the landscape before your eyes and for some reason that has you thinking of the times Din has returned to you from other jobs. You suppose that is what happened with you and Din. You wandered too deep into an unbelievable daydream and got stuck in the mirage, in the illusion of building a life with this man.

Din is still so far away, just out of your reach shimmering in the distance and untouchable.

After all, your bounty hunter is considered a ghost.

“I…” Din’s voice catches on itself and when you turn to him, the look on his face breaks your soul. His deep soil eyes are glossy, soaked with tears. His mouth opens in a sad frown.

Din swallows hard. Then his gorgeous sun kissed features frown even as confusion flickers in his gaze.

“I did come back for Karga, yes. But I came back because my home was in danger. Because you were in danger.”

His voice is clouded with conviction but running through it is an undercurrent of hurt.

Tears start to stream down your cheeks as free as rivers while you stare at him.

“You had to come home.” You croak the words out and a wild adoration resonates through your body.

Din nods firm, resolved.

You don’t know who moves first, who strikes first, but it doesn’t matter. The two of you are clutching each other and Din’s mouth kisses yours with the same wild power he shows in combat. He’s unrelenting and desperate but you suppose so are you.

The nights were long alone with your hand and simply thinking of his broad back, his beautiful thick neck, the feeling of his strong hands against you. And now, he is real solid flesh and blood beneath your fingertips. His tongue licks into your mouth trying to taste and consume everything you have. Your hands run to his hair and softly his hat falls away leaving you the bare face bounty hunter who you love entirely.

You clutch onto his shoulders and suddenly pull him close not even caring where you are.

Your back hits against the wood of the porch as Din leans down above. Din groans loud when his lips kiss your neck tasting the salt of your skin. Your eyes close in bliss.

He kisses a fiery path down your neck to your shoulders.

“Can I remove this, honey?” His voice is a debauched croak as he tugs at your garment blouse. Those deep eyes of his peer up at you beautiful fathomless abyss you want to fade into. Once you nod quickly he slips your blouse down exposing your chest to the evening air.

You wonder if a wild spirit has possessed you to let Din do this on your front porch but you embrace it. Especially when his tongue begins circling your nipple. Your mouth presses tight to and not let a whine escape you.

He suddenly kisses your breast with tenderness. He’s soft and lets his tongue trace a mindless path against your skin. It makes your body melt. Then he wraps his lips around your nipple and sucks loudly.

Your body leans up trying to get closer to him, trying to grind against any part of him, to get relief.

Din becomes a man possessed himself, licking and sucking both of your breasts until saliva coats them both

You sigh his name to the wind.

He finally draws back to stare down at you. He has never looked more beautiful. His eyes are completely blown out like a moonless night staring at you with pure devotion.

You lean up kiss him not even caring at how cold the air is against your bare chest. You need to be near him, need to consume him as much as he’s already consuming you.

Then the crunch of footsteps on the gravel approaches.

The sound galvanizes you both in a frenzy.

You rapidly yank your blouse up. Din effortlessly leans across you fast, almost covering you, as he whips to face forward. You realize it’s a type of protective move that makes your heart swell.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.” A woman’s voice arrives amused.

Now scrambling up, you gently move Din away. There standing a few feet away from the entrance to the porch is the woman with the sunset hair.

She grins a coy knowing thing and your heart drops.

You stare at her petrified. She simply grins warmer. Then she winks at you before turning her gaze to Din.

“I just wanted to let you know that myself and a few others are heading back to camp. Don’t want to keep my dear wife waiting too long after all.” She chuckles. “I’m assuming you’ll be staying here.”

Wait, wife? Confusion creeps in hearing her words.

“Yes.” Din replies with a curt nod.

“I figured.” The woman smiles and then flickers her attention back to you. With a poised warm expression she nods to you and you nod back, a bit stunned.

“Take care Din, enjoy your time back home. We’ll see you soon.” She says with a deep kindness and you don’t miss the way she phrases Din being back home.

“You as well Bo.” He bids her goodbye.

The woman, Bo, gives you a final warm grin and then walks to her horse you can spot faintly in the darkness.

“Who was that?” You have to ask.

“A good friend. She’s married to my people’s blacksmith. The two of them were the ones who rallied the reinforcements that helped me today.” Din explains simply.

Your eyes go wide. All the jealousy feels embarrassing now and you want to bring that woman back so you can both thank her and apologize.

“I’ll have to thank her and the others soon.” You mutter and Din hums a quiet agreeing noise.

“I would be honored to introduce you to them.” Din affirms.

The confusion you had quickly turns into a slight amusement tickling your lips and a small giggle even almost escapes you.

This day has been a whirlwind finally setting you down on your feet and now here you are, with your cowboy.

So you slide closer to him on the patio and curl your arms around his torso. Your body leans and curls against his back.

Closing your eyes, you burrow your face against Din’s strong solid frame. The fabric of his under shirt smells faintly of sunlight and something uniquely Din.

You kiss his back with the gentlest of pressure and Din draws your arms around him closer. He exhales a deep sigh you feel being so close against him.

A soft summer breeze of the desert breathes new life through the air.

“We’ll have to fix the fence tomorrow.” Din quietly notes and you hum in agreement.

There was much work to do. You even dread for a split moment thinking of all the work that has to be done in the heat tomorrow. But you also imagine the baby wandering around babbling so sweetly as he wears Din’s way too big hat…

And Din being by your side every step.

You squeeze him tighter, a silent apology for ever doubting this incredible force of a man.

“Welcome home.” You whisper to him.

Din’s hand squeezes yours.

“Yeah…M’home, honey.”

In your arms, you have caught a phantom of the wilderness and you plan to hold onto him as long as you can.

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No cuz old west outlaw!Miguel enemies to lovers with a member of a rival gang. You've shot him before, sure, doesn't mean he doesn't want you to ride him like a horse. He's threatened to kill you more times than you can count, doesn't mean you don't want him pounding you out in one of those old saloon rooms upstairs though. Just one night is all you two need to get each other out of your systems.

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John Wayne (Bandit cowboy! Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader) Part 1

Hiii! Inspired by the song of the same name by lady Gaga, and these two(flash warning for this one) edits of Predo Pascal(🤭) Not proofread, enjoy!

Cursing, making out, pet names, Miguel being a big ass flirt, slight nsfw but no smut. Mentions of hanging and death Lowkey highkey very cheesy and cliché but in a fun way.

(Y/N)- Your name.

Word count: 2.1k

Part 2

Masterlist

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Bandits, cowboys, shoot outs, saloon fights, all things you’ve heard rumors about the Wild West while you lived in the city. Your classmates telling you stories they’ve heard from a long distance relative or from a friend of a friend of a friend.

But as you sit down at your fathers office at his new job, you couldn’t help but think that all those stories were nothing more than that. Stories. Lame, boring, make-believe stories. Who would have know that being the sheriff’s daughter in a dum-fuck nowhere town would have been so uneventful, on an exciting day, he’d lock up a drunk. You wish your parents had just stayed on the east coast as you let out an exasperated huff, dropping your pencil on your school workbook, and you lean back in his chair, letting your eyes wander to the ceiling.

“Alright O’Hara,” The muffled sound of your father’s voice was heard from the outside of the door, followed by some clinking. Causing you to sit in the chair properly before he appeared through the door. “Ima need you to sit tight in this cell for a few days ‘til the state sheriff is able to get down here and give me your reward money.”

To your surprise, a man in cuffs came through the door first. Your eyes widened in silent curiosity as you studied the new mystery man. You've never seen him in town before, because you were certain you would have remembered a man as handsome as him.

He’s getting arrested by my father what the fuck is wrong with me?

Your father didn’t acknowledge your presence, but that didn’t stop the other man’s eyes from falling onto you immediately. The definition of tall, dark and handsome, a towering frame, tan skin, semi-permanent wrinkles in between his brows and at the end of his lips, in indication he scowls too much, and his muscles, they could easily snap you in half if he wanted to. Dark worn out blue jeans, dust brown cowboy boots, a black hat, a flannel that emphasizes his arms with ever movement and-fuck he caught you staring. Warmth flared all over your face as you finally tore your gaze from his, barely catching the small smirk and hmph he let out in amusement. How could he not? When his captor’s daughter is checking him out.

It seems your father didn’t catch your wandering eyes, but he sure as hell caught his mischievous look in his, the rage quickly filling his face as he tossed the larger man in the cell quickly after taking off his cuffs. Locking him in before pointing an accusing finger at him with his right hand, while his left gripped the iron bars tight enough for his knuckles to turn white as he spoke. “Don’t speak to my daughter, don’t look at my daughter, don’t even think about my daughter.” He hissed the threat, before turning over to face you, visibly relaxing as his tone softened. “Ima step out of the room to make a few calls. Yell if he causes you any trouble darlin’.” You nodded, your fathers eyes traveled down to your abandoned work, “And finish your school work, you’re lucky to be attending college.” He added before leaving the room, an uncomfortable silence falling on you and the unknown crook. Keeping your eyes glued to your notebook despite your mind being elsewhere.

“So.” He finally spoke after cleaning his throat, moving to lean against the iron bars of his enclosure. “What’s your name preciosa?” He asked, his head tilting and his lips twitched upwards as he watched you. (Sweetie)

“My father told you not to talk to me.” You fumbled out almost too quickly, the words coming out rushed and almost panicked much to your dismay. Your face warmed up once more as you could feel his eyes bore into you, your eyes remained downwards, your hands balled into fist on your lap as you try not to think about him watching you as if you were in a cage and not him. You were certain if you met his gaze your combust into flash hotter than the sun.

He let out an unamused laugh, shifting his head forward as three of his fingers went to grab the rim of his cowboy hat, taking it revealing his disheveled brown locks, slightly wavy from being covered.

“Does it look like I’m the type to listen to authority, sweetheart?” God the nicknames were making you weak in the knees.

“Well, no-“

“Come on gorgeous,” He cooed, “indulge me.”

You bit on your bottom lip as you mentally battled with the idea, your father probably wouldn’t like the idea, but if it’s just your name, then what’s the harm right?

With a small sigh, you finally gain the courage to meet his gaze, almost dropping it immediately when you notice the look in his eyes. It reminded you of the way your kitten looks at a loose mouse. Like he would pounce on you if he wasn't confined.

“It’s…It’s (Y/N).” You finally utter, it came out meek, soft, you hated how it almost made you sound weak. His brow raised as he brought his hand up to cup around his ear, a silent way of asking you to speak up, but you could tell by the way his smirk pulled up he definitely heard you. With a huff and an eye, you repeat your name, with more confidence this time.

He released a low whistle as his hand dropped again, “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” You weren’t sure if you wanted to giggle at the compliment or roll your eyes at the cheesiness, his accident drawing out a bit more while emphasizing beautiful both times. You went with both.

“What’s your name?”you asked, getting up from the chair you were sitting in and making your way towards the cell, not too close but close enough for him to reach for your hand and gently raise it towards his lips, placing a gentle kiss on it, it made your whole body tingle as he threw you a quick wink and a playful smirk.

“Names’ Miguel O’Hara, but you can call me Mig.”

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Your father had informed you that Miguel would be stuck with him for a few weeks, due to the state chief being preoccupied with the bounty on Jesse James’s head, they were close to changing him apparently and he had all his attention on him at the moment. When Miguel was informed he only scoffed and grumbled, seemingly moody that he wasn’t top priority. You found it funny, it’s as if he wanted a bigger prize money attached to him, coming out a few thousand short of the other man.

You would never admit it, not to your friends, not to your mother and especially not to your father, but you couldn’t help but grow a bit fond of the cowboy. It’s cliché you know, the daughter of a cop falling for the outlaw but it’s hard not too when he’s always complimenting you or calling you pet names, and he knew how to hold a good conversation.

You’ve never acted out too much with your parents before, always did good in school, never snuck out, never went out to meet boys that didn’t ask for permission beforehand. So when you caught yourself sneaking at your father’s work keys in the late hours of the night to sneak out of the house and into the station to talk to the man whose mere existence cost more then the pure-breed horse you took from the stall every night to visit, it was invigorating but also utterly terrifying in the chances of you getting caught. Despite your initial fear, it didn’t mean you didn’t start to get sloppy.

Both with sneaking out, and with the cowboy.

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A yawn escaped Miguel’s chapped lips as he lazily rubbed his face, trying to fight off sleep as he shifted around in his overly small bed, the only light source he had was the beams of pale moonlight that was seeping from his barred window. Heavy eyelids began to close when they suddenly snapped open at the familiar sound of keys jangling and the rattling of the doorknob opening.

“Took you long enough gatita, though you forgot about me.” Miguel spoke as he watched you with once tired eyes that were now filling with a different emotion as he watched you place your hand lamp on your father’s desk before you head over to him, keys in hand. Although the words seem like a joke, his tone was low and anything but humorous. (Kitten)

“Had to make sure my family was asleep.” You attempted to justify yourself as you unlock his door, not even getting a second to put the keys back in your dress pocket before Miguel grabbed you and pulled you into his room, his mouth greeting yours in a hot needy kiss. The keys drop to the wooden floor with a loud clunk as your arms instinctively wrap around his neck and your fingers tug at the small curls at the back of his neck, only causing him to let out a groan at the pleasurable pain.

You too have been at it for about a week now, ever since your father informed you that the state sheriff would finally head down to your town to take Miguel of of his hands, he would arrive tomorrow morning, meaning tonight was your last with Miguel. He would be taken back to the state capital to be hung the following week.

“Ima miss these sweet lips darlin’…” He mumbled between peppering kisses down your jawline and towards your collarbone. A whine leaving your swollen lips you felt his large hands undo the buttons that cover your chest, leaving another dark hickey on you , before stopping for a second to admire his work. Seven hickeys, one for each day.

Your hands followed his lead, going under his sleeping shirt, wandering against his toned stomach, before he quickly pulled it off, turning you both around so your back was against the wall.

“Can’t get enough of you...”

“Me either…”

“Don’t forget about me (Y/N).”

“I won’t Miguel.”

Your lips quickly reunited with his as he started to drag the cotton fabric down from around your shoulders when the sound of the door office slamming opened caused you both to jump away from each other, a startled yelp escaped from you as you go to over your exposed breast.

Your eyes quickly darted to see who had opened the door, only to felt a lump build in your throat at the sight of your seething father, red face with anger as his shoulders rise and fell rapidly with each erratic breath he took.

“I thought I told you to stay away from my daughter!” He roared as he started to near the cell, making you quickly exit it, closing the door before standing in front of it so he couldn’t get to Miguel. “And you.” His eyes dropped to meet yours, anger, disappointment, betrayal, emotions you’ve never seen him directly towards you, it only made your throat tighter and your stomach drop. “I expect better from you. Do you know how many trains and banks he’s robbed! How many people he’s killed! I don’t want anyone like that near my daughter-“

“But father, I love him!”

Love. You’ve never once said that about a man in your life, you blurted it out without so much as a second thought. But it felt right.

This only made your father scoff. Not even caring about the tears rolling down your cheeks.

“You don’t know a thing about love.” He muttered in a low tone that made a shiver run down your back, his eyes narrowing down at you before gripping your forearm as he began to drag you out of his office, despite your best attempts to pull away from him. “It doesn’t matter either way. Tomorrow he’ll be gone, and next week he’ll be dead. You’ll never see him again.” He finished as he dragged you fully out of the building and back towards home, not showing one ounce of pity despite your cries making his heart ache.

—

Once he was alone, Miguel ran a hand through his disheveled hair. He couldn’t even have one last night with you before he’d leave your life forever. A heavy sigh turning into a panic curse when he went to lean against the stall door and to find it not support his body weight as it usually would. Stumbling a bit to regain his balance, it only took him a few seconds to realize that, in your father’s angry rampage, he had forgotten to relock his cell.

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MIGUEL STORY BASED ON THIS IS COMING IN THE FUTURE

Thank you Beyoncé. I love you Beyoncé 😭😭😭

Cowboy!Miguel is brewing!

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Pt.2 of Cowboy Miguel!!!

Guys I'm gonna be honest with you. I don't know shit about ranches or cowboys so a lot of this is made up but I hope you enjoy it!! I don't need to know horses to know I wanna ride Miguel O'Hara!

Warnings: Smut, age gap kink, thigh riding, c^mming too early??, Alcohol consumption, degradation kink, thunder storms??, I don't really know what else to put here lmk if you feel like I should add something.

All Spanish in the text will be orange because I really don't feel like translating stuff. There are some Spanish words but not a lot and they're all very simple. Also some parts aren't entirely proofread.

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The next time Miguel got to hangout with you it was around two weeks later.

There was supposed to be a huge rainstorm that night that would pass through the ranch and the surrounding counties, making it so that they would have to stay indoors for most of that evening and till the next afternoon.

The ranch hands had been busy for the past couple of days trying to prepare for the damage the storm will cause. Since a majority of their money making activities were outdoor activities, the damage would have to be minimalized as much as possible.

But Miguel was prepared. He'd been working on this ranch since he was a boy and he knew how to deal with the storms that blew through the property. God he was getting old. He'd been working on this ranch for the better part of forty two years and he had no intention of quitting… Maybe you'd be there with him.

Stop it Miguel

He really had to stop thinking about you. He hasn't stopped since two weeks ago, when he saw you in that bikini. Before he just thought you were pretty, really really pretty. But he could control himself then, he only ever thought of you when you were mentioned or when you were around or when something he saw reminded him of you. Not that often.

But now he couldn't help it, anytime you were mentioned, he thought about you for the rest of the day, anytime you were around it felt as if you were around for the rest of the day. He used to be able to contain himself, thinking that maybe just maybe, and he meant this in the least shitty way possible, your body could be a downside for him (this wasn't possible and he was definitely gaslighting himself) but then he saw your body.

God it was perfect. It looked so soft and warm, subtle and clean. It looked like it tasted so good. He hasn't been able to stop thinking about it and it makes him feel like a pervert.

He tries to stop thinking about it, he really does. He works out in the middle of the night, he meditates, he does yoga, he even prays sometimes (to whom he isn't sure, he just wanted these thoughts to disappear). None of it ever worked and he'd always end up having to tug one out in the middle of the night, clean himself off and then go to bed feeling gross and only mildly satisfied.

It was exhausting. The routine took a lot out of him but he knew there was no other option. If he fired you he'd only be upset with himself for leaving you jobless and homeless and Gabi would never forgive him. That was another thing, you and his daughter were friends. Shit.

Miguel hadn't even thought of that. If he started seeing you Gabi would certainly have an opinion on it, she wouldn't just let that slide, he's her father for Christ's sake. He knew that Gabi was getting lonely but he didn't realize how lonely until you showed up and she practically latched onto you, you were good for her and he couldn't just ruin that because of his hormones. But on the other hand he felt like he was growing crazy, he saw the way you looked at him and he knew that these thoughts would never disappear with you around.

Yet he knew that if he acted on it there would be nothing but angry and upset responses. Gabi has openly spoken about how she thinks age gaps are disgusting and perverted and even though the age gap isn't the only reason he's attracted to you, he'd be lying if he said it didn't add to the attraction.

It was hard because he knew that if he acted on it you wouldn't push him away, he knew you'd give in and he knew that you'd let him do whatever he wanted.

But that was wrong.

So until you quit or Miguel loses his mind he's stuck like this. Dreaming about you but never touching and looking at you but never for too long. He wondered what he did in life to deserve this personal hell.

✿

Later in the day, around five o'clock Miguel was settling in for the day. He was dressed down in gray sweatpants and a deep blue compression shirt along with fuzzy, gray socks that had reindeer on them that Gabi had gifted him last year for Christmas.

His pantry and fridge were stocked, his flashlights had fresh batteries in them, he had books that he could read in case the power went out, and he was freshly showered in case the water stopped working somehow. Miguel had always been a preparer. Ever since he was little he would always make sure everything he needed or might need was at his disposal before starting a task. The habit stuck with him in all his years.

Outside wind was whipping. The rain was fierce and pouring down, it had been raining for about two hours and Miguel had already seen lightning and heard thunder. He wouldn't be surprised if this storm turned into a tornado, either way, he would be prepared.

Miguel was about to settle down onto his couch to watch a movie that had been on his watchlist for years when he heard rapid pounding on his door.

Miguel shot up off of his bed and went to unlock the door in a haste. He panicked, wondering if it was Gabi or his brother, maybe one of the cattle escaped and managed to grow hands and pound in his door, he wasn't sure.

But when he opened the door it wasn't his daughter, or his brother, or a horribly deformed cow with thumbs. It was you.

You were standing there shivering and soaked to the bone. You had a bundle of clothes in your hands that were also soaked along with a bottle of tequila gripped in one of your hands.

It took a moment for Miguel to recover but he quickly pulled you into the house before wrestling with the wind to shut and lock his door again. He then turned to you.

You looked incredibly embarrassed and disgruntled. Your hair was stringy and wet and looked to have soap suds in it. The clothes you were wearing were horribly mismatched and looked as if they had been thrown on in a haste. Your shoes were simple sandals that looked like they hardly ever got worn and they lacked socks underneath them despite the weather outside. Overall you looked as if you were ripped from your house and thrown over to his.

You see, along with a job at the ranch you also get a house to stay at. They weren't anything extravagant. If you wanted to start a family and have them live with you, you'd need to buy or build your own home near the property because the houses provided only had one room and a bathroom and a little kitchen for you. The houses were all relatively close but they weren't exactly next door neighbors either like a suburban town. They were all spaced out and they weren't entirely paid for either, your power and electricity bill still came out of your paycheck but you got paid enough to still decorate your house and pay for groceries all the same. It was a pretty solid deal and many of the workers appreciated it.

Miguel had a slightly bigger house than everyone else because his family owns the farm and he used to live with his daughter, so instead of the simple one bedroom one bath, he got two bedrooms two baths and a relatively spacy kitchen.

With all of the house arrangements, your house was the closest house to Miguel and vice versa. The walk from yours to his was around seven minutes, fourteen minutes back and forth, but in the rain it must have been around fifteen minutes, ten if you ran. Miguel immediately ran to get you a towel as you stumbled out an excuse for your being there with chattering teeth.

"I wouldn't have come over b-but I was in the middle of a shower when my power and water shut off, I'm so s-sorry."

Miguel didn't respond and instead was rubbing your arms down with the towel, only slightly harshly. The way an adult would rub down their restless toddler after a bath to put them in their pajamas before they bolted too quickly.

Finally he gave you the towel to dry yourself off and rushed off to get something else for you. You tried to rub down your hair as much as possible without making the soap spread when Miguel came back into the room.

"I just turned up the thermostat, I'm sorry I wasn't expecting guests so it's kinda messy-" Miguel cursed under his breath as he went to go fold up a blanket that was on the floor to put it over the back of the couch. "Is there anything I can get you? Maybe some fresh clothes, are you hungry?" Miguel fired questions at you without making eye contact with you, tidying up his living room while still talking to you.

"Um, yeah. Would you be okay if I took a shower? I was in the middle of mine and I still have soap in my hair." You made a disgusted face while running your hands through your hair and catching the soap suds in your hands. "I tried to bring over extra clothes but" you held up the wet clothes in your hands "they got wet too" you sighed, annoyed at your predicament.

Miguel nodded before smirking at you "And the tequila?" He had his hands on his hips and his head was slightly bowed as he looked at you with mischievous eyes.

"Shit yeah, I'm a little drunk right now-" Miguel laughed a full belly laugh as you groaned in embarrassment, you could feel your face flushing in embarrassment "We don't have work tomorrow and it's been a while!" You tried to defend yourself, that only made Miguel laugh more. "Why are you laughing?" Despite your embarrassment you still had a smile on your face.

Miguel calmed down with the laughing and was left with just a smile on his face before shaking his head softly "It's just funny, follow me, I'll get you some clothes" he smiled at you before leading you into a hallway. "You should've been here last week, Gabi just took all of her leftover clothes from here so you'll have to use mine" Miguel looked over his shoulder at you and saw your unsure expression. "Or! Y'know I can run your clothes through the drier but I don't think they'll be done by the time you get out of the shower so you might have to stay in the towel for a while but I can try to drive over to your house maybe but I don't know if-"

"It's okay Mr. O'Hara, I can just use your clothes if you're okay with that" you tried to reassure him despite your nerves.

Miguel made a face at that. "Oh please, call me Miguel, Mr. O'Hara makes me feel old and of course I'm okay with you using my clothes, I offered, didn't I?" He gave you a little smile to reassure you.

He opened a door at the end of the hall, it turned out to be his and as he walked into it you just stood at the doorway very awkwardly as he tried to find clothes that might fit you.

He rustled through the drawers and glanced at you a bit when he settled on a pair of pants before sighing and trying to find another one. "Hey, can you come in here? I need to see if these'll fit you"

"Oh yeah sorry" you mumbled and walked in hesitantly, stopping a few feet away from him as he continued to shuffle through things. His back muscles could be seen through his shirt and it made you want to drool, his arms flexed as he grabbed things to move around. He looked so good and you didn't know how you were gonna give his clothes back when there was bound to be a wet spot in whatever pair of bottoms he gave you. Dammit.

His room was really clean though. The walls were a dark gray and his sheets were a very clean and crisp white, despite them being so neat they also looked soft, incredibly soft. You wondered what it would be like to sleep in them, lay your head against the pillows and cuddle into the sheet, cuddle into his chest with his arm wrapped around you, his other hand petting your hair softly as he cooed how soft and beautiful your looked-

"Yeah these should work for pants" Miguel's voice brought you back to earth. He was holding up a pair of black sweatpants and comparing them to your legs. "Do you care if the shirt's baggy? Because I don't think I'll have one that can fit you" Miguel cringed at how that sounded. "I didn't mean it rudely it's just that I'm a big guy and-"

"It's okay, I understand" you giggled at his state a little, "I don't mind if it's baggy but do you think I could borrow socks? My feet are really cold"

"Oh yeah, of course. Gabi actually left a pair of these fuzzy socks last week so you're all settled, come on, I'll get you a towel for your shower" with that he led you out of the room and into the hallway where he pulled a towel out of the hallway closet.

Then Miguel showed you the bathroom, he gave you a quick explanation of how to work the shower before apologizing because he realized you knew how to work the shower since they were the same in all of the houses, he took the extra clothes you brought to throw them in the dryer, and then he left you to shower.

You sighed heavily after the door closed and stripped off your clothes. How could this be happening? How could you let this happen? It was gonna be so awkward for the rest of the night and you knew it. He was your friend's dad, your boss, and you were showering in his house and were planning on wearing his clothes to bed tonight. Not to mention that you didn't even have underwear because of course, you forgot to bring extras and the ones you were wearing were completely soaked. You figured this would be bothering you more if you were sober but luckily, or unluckily, you decided that tonight would be the perfect night to get drunk.

God you're so stupid.

How were you supposed to survive a whole night in the hottest man alive's house? You were positive you were going to go crazy, you stepped into his bedroom and then started fantasizing about all the things he would do to you. It's pathetic. Tonight was gonna be hell and you knew it. You sighed and stepped under the water to scrub out the extra soap in your hair.

As you showered Miguel was going insane.

You just showed up at his house and he was going insane. You might not have looked your best but that didn't matter. You chose to show up at his house. Okay, maybe you only showed up at his house because anyone else's house would've been a fifteen minute walk but you could've driven. So that has to mean something.

Either way, Miguel felt like you chose him and his mind was racing with that idea. Oh and you were naked in his house right now. You were washing yourself in his shower with his soap and when you were done you were gonna get into his clothes. He felt like he was on top of the world while also being terrified.

After he left you alone to shower he went to throw your clothes into the dryer while also praying they never dried so that you could stay in his clothes forever. Maybe if he hid them-

Oh my fucking god no! Get it together Miguel you can't hide the woman's clothes.

Miguel shook his head to rid the insane thoughts before deciding he needed to make some food. He silently went into his kitchen to start making food. As he was cooking the meat he decided it was too quiet so he decided to play music to fill the silence that was only being filled with the sound of the shower running.

✿

When you stepped out of the bathroom you were wearing Miguel's clothes with your wet ones wrapped up in the towel Miguel had given you to dry off with.

You padded your way to the kitchen where you heard Frank Sinatra singing 'Somethin' Stupid' on a speaker and you smelt fresh food.

"Hey, where do you want me to put these clothes?" You asked shyly, wondering if Miguel even heard you.

Miguel did seem to hear you because he turned around and his jaw that was tense fell and his mouth opened a little as he looked you up and down before swallowing and stuttering a response.

"Um..shit, let me put these on some plates and then I'll take care of it." He put the tacos he made onto paper plates and placed them on the counter before taking the bundle out of your hands and disappearing into the hallway.

You glanced around at what was happening. He made you tacos.

Holy shit, if he'd let you you'd suck him off so good.

You shook away the thought before turning off the stove that he forgot to and trying to put the cilantro, tomatoes, and extra ingredients he left out away as best as you could without getting it wrong. Finally you looked at the tequila that was opened and on the counter next to the tacos, it looked like he took some. You shrugged your shoulders and decided to take a shot before he came back.

You took a quick, small (huge), swig before scrunching up your ur face from the burning sensation. Just as you let go of the bottle on the counter Miguel walked back in.

"Okay, I made Tacos for you. I hope you don't mind all the toppings, I forgot to ask you if you like them and I had already thrown them on when I realized" Miguel cringed at the sound of his voice and how stupid he looked but you only smiled softly at him.

"I don't mind at all, thank you for making me something" the exchange was awkward, you won't lie but what else were you supposed to say.

"Yeah no problem, did you want to maybe watch a movie while we eat? I was gonna eat on the couch anyway" he asked you over his shoulder as he made his way to the couch.

"Yeah of course"

✿

The movie he had put on ended up being one that you'd seen before (it was a good movie so it didn't bother you at all) and you kept on glancing at his reactions throughout the movie. It was something you did regularly but with him you couldn't help but do it every other second. If he noticed (and you're sure he did) then he didn't say anything.

Once the movie ended you were both left with nothing else to do. It was too early to go to bed, only seven o'clock, and you both didn't want to stop spending time with each other, despite how awkward it may have been.

"Y'know I saw you take a swig of the tequila earlier, how drunk are you right now?" Miguel asked casually as he took the plates to the kitchen to clean up.

You blushed of embarrassment "not that drunk, it's mainly worn off now" you shrugged, getting up to see if you could help him in the kitchen. "I know you took some while I was showering, what's it matter?" You were slightly defensive, unsure of what he was implying.

"It doesn't matter, I was just wondering how drunk you had to be to walk in the middle of a thunderstorm" He joked lightly. As if on cue a crackle of thunder rumbled through the sky and shook the house.

"I wasn't that drunk, just tipsy enough to know I would be paranoid in the dark all alone" You shrugged, not necessarily desperate to explain your drunk mind.

"Did you still want to get drunk?"

✿

"You scared the hell out of me when I first met you!" You giggled.

It was around two hours later and you were both piss drunk on Miguel's couch with the storm still going harshly outside.

In the past two hours you learned that Miguel had a shockingly high tolerance, so much so that you two had to break into his alcohol cabinet so that he could match you. You also learned that he was a huge fan of Frank Sinatra's music and that he was shockingly willing to let people play their music on his speaker.

He was a very playful drunk and was so incredibly handsome. It was kinda frustrating because you knew that you didn't look good. Everytime you were drunk your eyes got lopsided and bloodshot and your hair somehow lost all of its volume and fell straight down. You convinced yourself it didn't matter though because you never stood a chance with Miguel. He was your boss and your friend's dad.

Miguel laughed loudly at your words "I could tell!"

"What!? No! I thought I hid it so well" You cried out and buried your head in his chest, he only laughed harder and wrapped his arm around your back.

This was definitely closer than what you should be.

Neither of you cared though and he kept you there for a good five seconds before you flipped over and had it so that your head was resting on the arm of the couch and your body was in his lap, his arm was near your head and he was brushing your hair, now dry, away from your face while his other hand rested on your knee that was on his thigh.

The laughter died down and you both stared at each other longingly and despite you both knowing it was wrong neither of you looked away.

"Y'know when I first met you I was really anxious" Miguel mumbled out, not breaking eye contact with you.

You smiled softly at that "Oh yeah? Why?" You asked in the same tone as Miguel. He sighed deeply and looked away, shaking his head lightly but not taking his hands away from you.

"Gabi was so worried about you getting here. She's always been an overplanner but she was up the walls, making sure your house was ready, having the meals planned out, everything. She even warned me to be on my best behavior" He paused to look back at you, maybe making sure you were still listening. Or maybe he just wanted to look at you. "And I know the ranch isn't the greatest so I was a little worried you'd hate it but-" he shrugged.

"I love it here" you blurted out drunkenly. He smiled at that before continuing.

"But… then I met you" His words made it seem like he had more to say about it but his tone told you that was all he had to offer. You looked at him questioningly before resting your elbows on the arm of the couch so you were close to him.

"What does that mean 'then you met me'?" You asked, on edge and curious.

"I don't know, you're just" Miguel struggled to find a way to say 'you're perfect and everything I could ever hope for in a woman' without coming off too strong. "…not judgemental" He shrugged, avoiding eye contact with you.

You thought of his answer before deciding that it was good enough, laying your head back on the arm of the couch with your eyes closed and listening to Frank Sinatra singing as Miguel raked his hands through your hair.

"Now it's your turn Missy" Miguel demanded, pushing up his knee so that it went into your back and jostled you. You smiled at that and shrugged.

"I don't know, when I met you I was…" you paused trying to figure out how to word it.

You wanted to tell him that you thought he was the hottest man you'd ever seen. That when you first saw him you had already planned out your romance's book trope along with your wedding. That when you first met him you thought that the job was just some reality T.V joke to see how you'd react in his presence.

"You were…?" Miguel implored, seemingly impatient for an answer.

"I was…shocked" you shrugged. Miguel's fingers stilled in your hair and his thumb started tapping against your knee.

It was a half assed answer. He could easily tell you were hiding something, your face was beet red and he knew it wasn't from the alcohol. Miguel should have left it there but he had to know more. He was desperate to find out how you perceived him, good or bad.

"Well what does that mean?" He asked.

You opened your eyes to look at him to find him already looking at you. You felt pressured, what the hell were you supposed to say? You knew you couldn't make something up, he would just pressure you to elaborate again. And so your drunk mind did the only thing it thought was right, it told the truth.

"Okay fine, when I first met you I thought…you were hot" you blurted out with a shrug, feeling pressured and suddenly overheated.

Miguel's eyebrows shot up and his smile faded to a surprised expression. "You what?" He asked. As much as he prayed for that to be your answer he didn't think you would actually say it.

You sat up in his lap and started trying to justify yourself. "I honestly thought you were younger! I thought you might have been Gabi's brother or something I didn't know! And you can't blame me I mean- I don't know, I'm sorry… I'm blabbering" You huffed and layed back down but this time you didn't close your eyes and Miguel's hand didn't return to your hair.

Miguel knew he should've pushed you off of him, he knew he should've been grossed out. He should've driven you home that very moment and decided that enough was enough, Hell, he shouldn't have even gotten drunk with you. But he didn't. Miguel was drunk and wound up and impatient, so impatient, he wasn't thinking and he was confused but more than anything he was horny.

He'd been horny for two weeks and the woman who got him all riled up was on his lap telling him that she thought he was attractive. Who can blame him for what he said next.

"I saw you in a bikini the other week…I haven't stopped thinking about it" He wasn't looking at you when he said it but he wished he was just to see your reaction.

"...What?" You asked, confused on where this was coming from, maybe he was going to tell you to start covering up more? You were honestly shocked he hadn't ran you out of his house already.

Very silently Miguel's hand started to roam from your knee to your waist. "I said, I saw you in a bikini the other week and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it" Miguel's hand had started creeping under the shirt he let you borrow. He cursed himself in his head for doing this but the bigger, louder part of himself was cheering it on.

God, your skin was soft, it was so warm and soft. Only a little higher and he'd be able to feel your tits, your soft, nice, warm tits. He felt like crying because of how satisfied and edged he felt at once.

You gasped quietly as you felt his hand get higher but you'd rather die before you told him to stop. As his hand wandered more you sat up in his lap and wrapped your arm closest to him around his neck, playing with the hair at the bottom of his head absentmindedly and watched his hand on your body.

Miguel took the position change in stride and wrapped his other arm around your waist tightly, never wanting to let you go.

"Why haven't you stopped thinking about it?" You asked quietly, wanting to hear him speak to you in his deep, serious voice that always left you dripping.

"Ay Cariño, you know why" he groaned as his hands found their destination and he started rubbing over your nipples teasingly. Only then did he look up at you to see your confused expression. He realized you didn't understand what he was saying and smirked at the realization that he could say anything. "I've been dreaming of this, holding you how I wanted. Bet you'd let me bend you over right now wouldn't you my love?"

"English please, I wanna know what you're saying" you whined at him.

Miguel chuckled lightly as he tugged at your nipples softly, he then brought his lips to your neck and started peppering soft kisses along there. "You looked so good, so soft. I wanted to run over there and take it off. Make you mine"

After he said that he started sucking harshly at your neck and you gasped out for him, gripping onto his hair making him groan.

"Shit, get on me baby" Miguel ordered, placing your leg on the other side of him, making you saddle him.

The moment you were situated you ground your hips down onto his making him moan softly and bury his head into your neck, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

You gasped out at the feeling. You didn't realize he was so…big. Of course you hoped he would be, in your fantasies you always imagined he would be but it was a whole other feeling to have it confirmed, to feel it against you.

The pressure was too much for him. You smelled so good and sounded so good he was ready to take you right there, he knew you'd let him, he could take you any way he'd like and you'd let him. Fuck, you'd thank him and he knew it.

"No more grinding baby, it's too much" Miguel told you, gripping onto your hips and lifting you up.

It wasn't easy, you were fighting his hold and trying to lower yourself down onto him again. It just felt too good.

"No no no, please please please" you begged him whiningly. "Feels too good, too good. Come on don't stop me please" You were begging him so softly, you were whining at him and Miguel almost let you continue.

But he wanted to love on you, he wanted to enjoy you on him. He didn't know if this would ever happen again and he would rather die than let it end so quickly.

"It's okay, I know I know" Miguel cooed softly, rubbing his thumbs on your hips soothingly as you whimpered and begged him to let you rub on him.

"Don't be mean to me, I just wanna treat you good, wanna make you feel good" you whimpered, pulling his hair roughly and making his head snap back.

He moaned out and his hips, involuntarily, rutted up against yours and he groaned from the pressure.

"There you go that's it, come on just let go, I'll make you feel so good" you cooed softly, lowering your head to pepper kisses across his jaw and his face as he was distracted his grip on your hips lessened until you were just resting on him, not moving just resting.

You were so alluring, saying whatever you wanted just so that he would cooperate and it worked. He was like putty in your hands, letting you mold him however you wanted with a smile on his face. As much as he'd like to dominate you he knew he couldn't let this moment go, it felt too good.

He was about to move you up and away from his hips again when you kissed him. It did the trick. He completely forgot about your hips and brought his hand up to your face to help guide you.

He swore he was gonna cum. You were being so responsive to him he was going to lose it. It's been so long since he's had a woman in his lap like this and especially because it was you. He knew he wasn't gonna last long, especially not if you kept on grinding your hips like you were so insistent on doing.

His hands grabbed onto your boobs underneath your shirt and once again he started playing with your nipples, it was fine until he started tugging on them. You whined in his mouth and the kiss disconnected as he smirked at your reaction.

"Come on cariño get this shirt off" he whipped your shirt off quickly and groaned as he got a look at you. "Fuck"

His hands completely covered them, swallowed them. You let his hands move them around so he could see them jiggle a little before he started tugging at your nipples again. Damn did he love doing that.

You just let him too. You didn't say anything and you didn't even move, you just smiled as he did his thing. Finally Miguel looked up at you for permission, you smiled softly and shook your head a bit before wrapping your arms around his neck.

Miguel dove in.

He started kissing and sucking, kneading and squashing them harshly, he was so content there.

But then you started grinding your hips again. Miguel hands faltered. His first instinct was to hold onto you hips and lift you off but your tits were right there. Right in front of his face, he didn't want to stop touching them and your hips felt so nice. He didn't know what to do so he moaned out in frustration.

"That's not fair, you're so unfair" he was practically whimpering now, feeling oh so pleasured but also in pain.

He wanted to taste you too, he wanted you to ride him, he wanted you bent over, he wanted you in your knees, he wanted you on your back, he wanted so many things all at once but no matter what he knew he just wanted you.

You were having the time of your life, you could feel his dick through his sweatpants and it was going right in-between your folds, it felt so good. If you moved up enough then your clit went right over his tip. He was so big too. So thick and long, you didn't know how that could ever fit inside you but you knew you'd make it.

"I'm serious stop, it's too much." Miguel sighed out, one hand now on your hip, trying to get your hips off of him while the other hand stayed over your tit, just feeling it.

"No" you moaned out, only going faster now.

Miguel's breaths were stuttering now, he was breathing fast and loud, his hips rutting up against yours "Stop, come on stop it. I don't wanna come yet" he whined, trying to push away from you while also holding you as close as possible.

"Then why are you pushing against me?" You whispered teasingly in his ear. You then tugged his head back by his hair making him moan out.

"Stop! Stop, I'm cumming! Oh fuck, shit, your so good, you're so good, so good. Fuck, it's too much" He was whimpering now, his head buried in your neck, his teeth biting down on your skin.

You only went harder and faster, trying to reach your own limit and struggling more than you hoped you'd have to.

The fabric between the two of you was wet and warm. Miguel came in his pants like a pathetic teenager as you kept on grinding on him. He was so dazed that he just looked up at you, his eyes glossed over and his lips all puffy.

Tentatively he grabbed your hips tightly, moving them so that your rubbing was more controlled. You whined softly at that and went to kiss Miguel. You went in desperately but he kissed you back calmly, trying to get you to slow down and calm down.

"No, I need to cum please" You whined desperately, sensing what he was doing. Miguel smiled at your words.

"You will babe, I just need you to calm down" His voice was gravely and controlled unlike yours, it sent heat straight to your core all over again.

You slowed down and eventually came to a stop, pouting as you looked at him. He was grinning teasingly and his hair was all ruffled. His hands were still holding your hips down and his chest was right up against yours.

"Okay Cariño, here's what we're gonna do, I'm gonna take this off" One of his hands on your hips went to tug at his shirt, you watched in a daze as he pushed you softly back and took his shirt off, revealing all of his toned muscles. You whimpered and grounded down onto his hips. He made a face of discomfort at that and blew air through his nose. "You're going to stop grinding on me" his hand returned back to your hip and his grasp became harder than before. His tone also changed, before he was soft and understanding but now he was bossy and degrading, treating you like an idiot who didn't know what they were doing. "And then, I'm gonna take these soaked pants off of you, put you on my thigh and watch you hump it like a desperate bitch, okay?" He asked you but he knew he wasn't really asking. He wanted to have you and you were more than ready to give in to him.

"Please" you whimpered, already lifting off of him to pull off your pants desperately.

He chuckled softly at your eagerness and waited for you to be done. Once the borrowed pants fell off from your ankles where they got caught, you went to lower yourself down onto his clothed thigh but then he stopped you.

"Ah ah, I've got to take off my pants still"

You swore he took extra long on purpose. He was teasing you on purpose and you knew it. Finally he dropped his wet pants onto the floor next to yours (his) leaving him in only his wettened boxers. Even though he had just come a few moments ago he was already a little hard, or maybe that was just his size, you weren't sure. Still you could tell he was a decent size soft too, you wondered what it would feel like for him to slip in soft and grow as he fucked you deep. Hopefully you'd get to find out.

Miguel finally lowered your cunt onto his bare thigh and you swore it shouldn't have felt as good as it did. His muscles were so prominent and he kept on flexing them too as you rode him. His thigh was absolutely slick with you. He felt sick in the head for enjoying this so much. He felt like an idiot for being so hooked on you, so responsive to you but he couldn't help it, you were just so good.

As you rubbed against him his hands wandered again. First, they went to your boobs, gripping them softly and petting them almost tentatively. Then, they went to your neck and his mouth followed, he peppered kissed onto the skin there as he held your upper body still for him to love on you. After your neck his hands went to your face, but he honestly couldn't spend too much time there. You kept on looking at him weird as he rubbed his thumbs over your cheek bones and rubbing his thumb over your lips, tugging on your bottom one just to watch it fall back into place.

His dick just kept on getting harder as well. Your soft moans and desperate whines fueled the burning in his stomach. The way you kept on gripping onto his chest and arms for support, sighing about how big and strong he is fueled his ego immensely. It fueled his ego so much that he felt like you deserved a reward.

One of his hands wrapped around your lower back and pulled you closer to him, helping your ruts grow faster in speed. His other hand went straight to your clit. His thumb rubbed against it harshly and you moaned out and gripped onto him harder.

You were so close now, on the edge, about to snap. "That's it girl, come on. Rub on me like a whore. So good. Need an older man, yeah? Need an old man to help you cum" Miguel egged you on, whispering dirty words in your ear trying to bring you over the edge for him.

You just held on tighter and moaned louder as he took control. The hand on your hip controlled your fast pace as the hand controlling the pressure on your clit went harder and faster.

The final straw for you was when Miguel pulled on your clit harshly, it hurt you won't lie but the pain felt so good it brought you over the edge perfectly.

You just gripped onto him tighter and moaned out for him as you rode your orgasm. Listening to Miguel's dirty words whisper in your ear, cooing to you about how good you were, for how long he'd been wanting this, about how beautiful you were. Mindless prattle about how much he wanted you to fill your ears as you held onto him.

Only a few moments after you slumped against him did he speak.

"So did you still want to take the guest bedroom or…?"

That was part two of this series, I really don't know what I'm gonna do for part three and I don't have a posting schedule bc this is all for fun so hang in there!! Thank you for all the notes on part one of this and I hope you enjoyed!

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Coming this Wednesday..

“Eres tan terco…(You are so stubborn..)” He huffed out with a chuckle, quickly taking his hat back from you as you shot him a mischievous smile. Rolling your hips eliciting a groan from the cowboy who tossed his head back his hat covering his face..

Be excited for Wednesday cherubs! Also please pardon any terribly translated Spanish I’m still learning!

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #atsv miguel #cupidssorbettlibrary #miguel ohara #miguel spiderverse #cowboy #cowboymiguel

[coryosbaby]

will you make a masterlist for all of your fics?

ITS FINALLY HERE !! Get ur vibrator & a bucket of popcorn for this wild ride 😁 It’s probably not everything but it’s most, srry :( some r drabbles, some r not

There will be more to come!

Bunny’s Masterlist ♡

Warning: contains 18+ themes

(read content warnings pls!!)

Scream (Ethan Landry, Chad Meeks Martin, Amber Freeman):

Perv! Sub! Neighbor Ethan with bimbo! Reader (smut)

Camp Counselor! Ethan Landry bending you over a picnic table and fucking you raw (smut)

Sub! Ethan and bimbo! Reader going down on each other <3 (smut)

Fucking stepbrother! Ethan Landry on a camping trip (smut)

Subby himbo Ethan (smut)

Ultraviolence- Stepbrother! Ethan Landry feat. Chad Meeks Martin (not completed yet) (mostly smut w/plot)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Sub! Chad meeks Martin only wanting to please you (smut)

Mutual masturbation with stepbrother! Ethan (smut)

Somnophilia with stepbrother! Ethan (smut)

Getting caught being with Stepbrother! Ethan Landry (angst)

Lactation kink with Ethan (smut)

Ethan marking you with his cum (smut)

Getting punished by Ethan and Chad (smut)

Service top Chad with sub! Ethan and reader (smut)

Ethan tied up and overstimulated (smut)

Knifeplay with sub! Ethan (smut)

Pegging Ethan (smut)

Chad and bimbo! Reader teaching sub! Ethan how to give head (smut)

Bimbo! Reader using a fleshlight on sub! Ethan (smut)

Sub! Ethan Headcannons (smut)

Dom! Reader with sub! Ethan and brat! Chad (smut)

Helping sub! Ethan relieve stress (smut)

Overstimulating sub! Ethan while riding him (smut)

Blowing Ethan in his knight costume (smut)

Perv! Ethan x bimbo! Reader (smut)

Somnophilia with Stalker! Ethan (smut)

Soft dom! Ethan and soft sex (smut)

Ethan with bimbo! Reader Headcannons (smut)

Chad and Ethan taking turns with sub! Reader (smut)

Sub! Ethan getting rimmed & pegged (smut)

Knifeplay with Amber Freeman (smut)

“stepbrother I’m stuck” trope with Ethan (smut)

Ethan wearing your underwear <3 (smut)

Dark! Ethan Landry Headcannons (smut)

Vampire! Ethan Landry x Werewolf! Chad Meeks Martin x reader (smut)

Outer Banks (Rafe Cameron, Pope Heyward, Barry)

Obx Porn Links

Dark! Rafe Cameron Headcannons (sfw & nsfw)

Best friend! Rafe taking your virginity (smut)

Sub! Rafe (smut)

Rafe with a crazy reader (mentions of sex)

Rafe brainrot (smut)

Stepbrother! Rafe comforting reader (hinted smut, fluff)

Barry with bimbo! Reader Headcannons (smut involved)

Gunplay with dom! Barry (smut)

Spiderman! Pope hcs (sfw & nsfw)

Barry kidnapping cameron! Reader (smut)

Dark! Rafe Headcanons (smut + sfw)

Florida Kilos— Rafe Cameron x fem! Best friend! Reader (smut w/ plot)

Part 1

Predator/pray kink with rafe (smut)

stepbro! Rafe fluff :)

Fear Street (Tommy Slater and Nick Goode)

older! Nick Goode + fucking you in his office (smut)

Kissing Tommy for the first time (no smut)

Sweet Serial Killer - Younger! Gf! Nick Goode x reader

Part 1

The Hunger Games (Finnick Odair, Coriolanus Snow, Sejanus Plinth, Reaper Ash)

fucking switch! Finnick in the arena while everyone watches (smut)

Coriolanus with a breeding kink and an escort! reader (smut)

Virgin! Coryo fucking Sejanus’ girl (smut) pt 2.

angsty reaper ash blurb (smut)

Sejanus + size kink blurb (smut)

coryo + jealous reader blurb (smut)

Cowboy! Coriolanus au (smut)

Angst + dark coryo & plinth! Reader (smut)

munch coryo x maid! Reader (smut)

virgin! Coryo blurb (smut)

Sub! Coryo fucking his way up to the top (literally) (smut) pt 2

The Last of Us (Joel Miller)

Somnophilia with dark! dbf! Joel + grinding (smut)

Avatar (Jake Sully)

size kink with Jake (smut)

House of the Dragon (Aegon Targaryen)

sub! Aegon with Aemond’s wife (smut)

Halloween Series (Corey Cunningham)

blurb of giving Corey head <3 (smut)

The Lost Boys (Star)

a cozy night with star <3 (smut)

Spider-Man (Miguel O’Hara)

Miguel taming you (smut)

American Psycho (Patrick Bateman)

Patrick x trad goth! Bimbo! Reader (smut with some complicated feelings)

Saw (Adam Stanheight, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Amanda Young)

night terrors and handjobs (smut with angst)

mark coming home to his lover (smut)

Cockwarming with Mark + a threeway with Strahm (smut)

a little psycho! Fem! Reader x Adam blurb (smut)

dom! Adam (smut)

yandere! Mark blurb (smut)

eating out dom! Amanda (smut)

Hayden Christensen (Anakin Skywalker)

spanking with modern! Punk! Anakin (smut)

Insatiable (aka, dbf! Neighbor! Anakin and his many affairs with you) — masterlist (smut with plot)

Dbf Anakin! + flashing + milkshakes = fucking (smut)

Anakin x overwhelmed reader blurb (smut)

Anakin + reader with bad memory (fluff)

Dbf! Anakin + religious reader (smut)

Queen of the Damned (Lestat De Lioncourt)

bath scene with sub! Lestat & reader (smut)

Fnaf (Mike Schmidt)

Mike nsfw headcanons (smut)

small lil Mike x succubus blurb (smut)

#bunny’s masterlist ੈ✩‧₊˚ #masterlist #outer banks #obx #scream #scream 6 #scream iv #ethan landry #Chad meeks Martin #rafe Cameron #barry (outer banks) #p. links

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

boo! surprise bitches! i'm doing kinktober this year! finally doing it! bet you didn't see that one coming, did you hehe 🕸

there is a good mix of both short and long stories coming your way throughout this (and i will also still occasionally post other fics this month that aren't related to this). also, a handful of these fics are darker in nature, thought it was fitting for halloween, so remember to read the warnings, if there's something that's not for you then please, as always, be kind to yourself and don't read the story.

masterlist | join my taglist

day one | sore

stepbro!sirius black x cheerleader!reader + dubcon massage

day two | don't smile

steve rogers + throat fucking + size kink

day three | stuffed

devil!eddie munson & angel!steve harrington + tentecles + double penetration in one hole

day four | a little fashion show

best friend!stiles stilinski + lingerie

day five | stay still

peter parker + bondage

day six | hold up, let me record this

jj maybank + tittyfucking + sextape

day seven | the palace guards

guards!poly!marauders x princess!reader + secrets relationship

day eight | it’s practically like we’re down there with them

mob boss!bucky barnes + exhibitionism

day nine | keep that pretty mouth shut

tommy shelby + keep quiet quickie

day ten | I couldn’t find it in me to wake you

poe dameron + somno thigh fucking

day eleven | I just want you a little longer all to myself

matt murdock + secret office sex

day twelve | nothing more than a toy

rafe cameron + using you like a toy to masturbate with

day thirteen | I still got a few rounds left in me

boxer!steve rogers + bathtub sex

day fourteen | open your fucking mouth

dark!wild west cowboy!joel miller + gun kink

day fifteen | tiny

miguel o'hara x fairy!reader + extreme size difference

day sixteen | the wall between us

cult member!steve harrington + fem glory hole + breeding

day seventeen | be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me

spencer reid + aftercare

day eighteen | pleasant pile of pillows

brother's best friend!james potter + pillow humping

day nineteen | ring ring

sam winchester x reader x bf!dean winchester + phone sex + cheating

day twenty | window

perv!neighbour!billy russo + voyeurism

day twenty-one | say yes

fiancé!bruce wayne + possessiveness

day twenty-two | i can think of something better than that

bucky barnes + anal

day twenty-three | double check

dark!professor!ben solo + power imbalance + manipulation

day twenty-four | maroon

vampire!remus lupin + biting + blood kink

day twenty-five | i want you

pirate captain!miguel o'hara + sex as payment

day twenty-six | teamwork

pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson) + gangbang

day twenty-seven | my little flower

din djarin + fantasy au + cockwarming

day twenty-eight | hysteria

doctor!aleksander morozova x hysteria patient!reader + historical au + fuck machine

day twenty-nine | can't fight the moonlight

werewolf!bucky barnes x gf!reader + predator/prey + monsterfucking

day thirty | magical mimic

eddie munson x witch!reader + magical mutual masturbation

day thirty-one | you can’t put it in

stepbro!peter parker + halloween pussyjob

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

#lea’s writing #kinktober 2023 #steve harrington smut #eddie munson smut #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers smut #peter parker smut #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara smut #din djarin smut #poe dameron smut #spencer reid smut #remus lupin smut #sirius black smut #james potter smut #bruce wayne smut #joel miller smut #tommy shelby smut #matt murdock smut #billy russo smut #rafe cameron smut #the darkling smut #ben solo smut #jj maybank smut #stiles stilinski smut #pietro maximoff smut #sam wilson smut #sam winchester smut #dean winchester smut