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deadbydad-writes · 4 months

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A New List Of Miguel O'Hara Stuff I Will Write!

I'm not gonna add a gif to this because that's a lot of effort.

So I am doing this thing where every week I'll make a list of stuff. It will have the old stuff from the previous lists, the ones that were already requested were taken off this list, but I added some new ones!

THINGS I WILL WRITE!

Professor Miguel O'Hara

It's Miguel's Birthday!

Ice Skater! Reader x Hockey Player! Miguel O'Hara

Boss! Miguel O'Hara

Princess! Reader x Knight Miguel O'Hara

Beauty and the Beast AU

Divorced AU

Tattoo Artist! Miguel O'Hara

Neighbor! Miguel O'Hara

Bully! Miguel O'Hara

Nerd! Miguel O'Hara

Scientist! Miguel O'Hara

Stuck in a Closet

Childhood Best Friend! Miguel O'Hara

You're his AI Assisstant

Miguel O'Hara had a nightmare about your baby (or babies you get to pick)

You keep your pregnancy a secret from him (One Night Stand)

Telling him you're pregnant

Takes care of you when you're on your period

You stop him from overworking

Babysitting Mayday together

Strangers to Lovers

Eye Contact

Jealous! Miguel O'Hara

Bartender! Miguel O'Hara or Bartender! Reader

Teacher! Reader x Single Father! Miguel O'Hara

Honeymoon Night

Ex-Boyfriend Miguel O'Hara

First Time (He takes your virginity)

Single Mother! Reader x Single Father! Miguel O'Hara

Streetracer! Miguel O'Hara

Fake! Boyfriend or Fake! Husband Miguel O'Hara

Girls Soccer Coach! Reader x Single Father! Miguel O'Hara

Black Cat! Reader x Miguel O'Hara

Miguel O'Hara meets your parents for the first time

Chef! Miguel O'Hara

Wedding Day/Wedding Night

Your Boyfriend Cheats On You and You Go To Miguels To Spend The Night

Date Night

Nurse! Reader

KINKS I WILL ADD!

Breeding Kink

Degradation Kink

Praise Kink

Pregnancy Kink

Hair Pulling Kink

Choking Kink

Daddy Kink

Mommy Kink

Lactation Kink

Biting Kink

Blood Kink

Crying Kink

OTHER STUFF I WILL ADD!

Closet Sex

Floor Sex

Shower Sex

Bathtub Sex

Hot tub Sex

Wall Sex

Desk Sex

Bedroom Sex

Office Sex

Car Sex

Pool Sex

Movie Theater Sex

Fitting Room Sex

Window Sex

Outside

Mirror Sex

Table Sex

Kitchen Sex

Couch Sex

Chair Sex

Childhood Bedroom Sex

In Front of a Fireplace Sex

Also: Please send me requests from just this list only and only to my inbox! It helps me keep track of stuff easier! I also won't write anything that has to do with body related stuff because I'm not really comfortable with writing that stuff yet.

Also another thing, because I've seen a few posts about this on here, to the people who are complaining that they don't like seeing Miguel O'Hara smut in certain tags because it's gross, don't fucking ask me to not add that tag to my posts! I will if I want to and if you don't like it, fucking block me. Thank you!

Sorry, had a shit day today and this is better than punching a hole in my wall and breaking my hand. That shit hurts.

#miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #atsv miguel #spiderman #miguel x reader #atsv

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goalcaufield · 5 years

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my love - c. hart

request: i really liked "just breathe":( exactly my kinda stuff. comforting your loves >> anything else. could you maybe do something along the lines of carter bub maybe having a really really rough game n coming back to you so sore with a migraine and his tummy's wrenching is evidently just drained in all ways ?? so you instantly help him n run him a bath but he shyly requests it in a completely pure way that you join him, just to let him lean his back on your chest sitting in between your legs and letting out little whimpers of contentment as you shampoo the poor boy's hair and soothe his back with oils, and you let him have some time to himself at the very end to get situated as you go back into the room to grab a comfy t shirt and some silky boxers for him and he mopes himself out of the bathroom but looks at you longingly with love and gratitude for understanding, and he gets all clothed and then climbs into bed and you pull the warm heavy covers over him as he cuddles his nose into your chest as you both lay on your sides, facing each other but him a bit lower so you can hold him, and the only words shared are your soft reassurances "you're okay baby. i'm here, shh shh" as you feel the material of your big t shirt of his you're wearing dampens at his tears, it shattering your heart as the lump in his throat finally gives out and the tears of not feeling good physically and emotionally fall from him. and you do nothing but hold him, massage his scalp through his damp curls and for him with your love it all seems to feel a little bit more okay again:(

note: so here’s the thing. i absolutely loved this. but i also absolutely love both carter hart and spencer knight... so i’m posting the same thing twice, but one version will be carter and one spencer:)

normally you try and make it to every one of carter’s games, however, when it’s a night like tonight and you have too much studying and homework to do, you’d much rather stay at your shared condo in the city. no matter what you always have the flyers game playing in the background even if it means you get distracted every now and then watching carter between the pipes.

when the fifth goal of the maple leafs flies by carter’s right shoulder you know it’s time to turn the game off. carter gets yanked from the net and starts to skate towards the bench, but instead of taking a seat he disappears down the tunnel. “carter,” you mumble to yourself, reaching for your phone to shoot him a text. but you’re quick to decide against it. after years of dating it’s still hard not to try and comfort him after a loss even though you know he hates any sort of pity.

the next two hours drag on. you end up getting all of your homework done and you study for all your upcoming tests, and when you hear the front door to your home open and close you’re snuggled up on the couch in one of carter’s t-shirts and a pair of his boxers.

“in here my love,” you call out and carter silently walks over plopping himself down on the couch. he lays down, his head resting on your stomach with his arms wrapped around your waist. you try to avoid the question, but you can’t help but ask it, “my love, are you okay?” without a word carter shakes his head, his fingers digging into the skin of your waist. “alright bub, what can i do for you? how can i make you feel better?”

carter hides his face in the shirt covering your body, but you cup his face in your hands and make him look at you, raising your eyebrows in question. his cheeks burn red, “can you run us a bath, love?” his raspy voice makes your heart break and you’re nodding your head in an instant.

“of course. c’mon,” you speak softly and carter slowly gets up from the couch. you grab his hand in yours and pull him to the bathroom connected to the master suite.

you grab the fluffiest towels you have and hang them up on the hook ready for when you get out. you turn the water to the bath on, making sure it’s at the right temperature before plugging up the drain and turning to spencer. he’s looking past you, almost zoned out, and he doesn’t snap out of it until you wrap your arms around his torso letting your head fall against his chest.

“i love you, carter,” you whisper. carter’s hands rest against your back and you feel him press his lips to your forehead. the two of you stay like that for a few moments until you pull away from his touch. “alright bud.”

carter shrugs off his suit jacket and lets it fall to the floor, his fingers going to work at the buttons on his dress shirt. you throw your hair up into a ponytail before pulling off your own articles of clothing, and once you’re completely stripped you get into the bath waiting for carter. he takes his time, not that you mind very much, and he eventually rests between your legs.

“love, lean back.” you wrap your arms around his abdomen and let them rest there, keeping him to your chest. “are you feeling alright, carter?”

carter shakes his head letting it fall back to rest on your chest. “my head is killing me, i feel sick to my stomach. nothing went right tonight, y/n. we were supposed to have this game in the bag. and i fucked it all-”

“shh, carter,” you cut him off, lips pressing to the back of his head. “it’s you and me right now, okay? we can talk about hockey before bed, but right now it’s you and me, you got that?”

“got it. i love you, y/n/n. thank you.” he tilts his head back kissing the underside of your jaw. you let a smile form on your face.

“i love you too, c.”

for a few moments you and spencer just sit there, blazing hot water just how he likes it nearly burning your skin, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. you knew going into this that nights like this would happen. that there would be nights carter is beside himself, nights where he wants to give up, nights he goes into a shutdown mode. and it wasn’t very often carter hart has an off game, but when he does it isn’t very pretty.

you grab the cup resting on the edge of the tub and fill it with water, pouring it over carter’s head being careful not to get it down his face. he lets out a content sigh and you smile softly, and once his hair is wet enough you grab the shampoo bottle from beside you. you squirt some onto your hand before running your fingers through carter’s hair. his eyes flutter closed at the feeling of your fingers in his curls. he lets out small whimpers every now and then, and you make sure to pay more attention to where you can tell the pain is in his head. eventually, you get through both shampooing and conditioning his hair, and you reach for the oils you keep in the bathroom for rough nights like this.

carter leans forward his elbows resting on his thighs so you can rub his back. you work at the knots in both his shoulders and under his shoulder blades. he lets out small contented sighs and you can feel him relax underneath your touch. when you’re finished you wrap your arms around his body, head resting in the middle of his back.

“i’m gonna give you a few minutes alone, is that alright with you, love?” you whisper. carter lets out a soft ‘yes’ and you kiss the skin of his back before getting out of the bath.

you wrap one of the towels around your body and walk back into your bedroom. immediately you go to grab a set of clothes for carter, which consists of a pair of boxers and gray sweats. you change into his clothes again and wait a few minutes for him to emerge from the bathroom. when he does, he has a sullen look on his face that makes your heart break all over again. however his eyes are full of love as he spots the clothes you’ve picked out for him. he quickly gets dressed.

“baby,” you breathe out. “c’mere, please.”

carter climbs into bed next to you, his arm draped across your lower back and his head pressed against your stomach. “thank you, y/n. you didn’t have to do this for me.”

you sigh, your hand going to run through his hair. “yes i did carter. i love you more than anything in this world, it’s the least i can do. you do so much for me when i have a bad day, what kind of girlfriend would i be if i didn’t reciprocate that for you?”

he shrugs against you, he’s too scared to speak in fear of starting to cry. but he does. “i feel like such a disappointment, y/n.”

“baby, no,” you cup his face in your hands making him look up at you with glossy eyes that make your heart shatter. “carter hart you are not a disappointment.”

“i lost that game for us. it was supposed to be an easy win and i blew it just like that. i let everyone down. i let coach down, i let the fans down, i let the team down, i let you down.” the words leave his mouth before he can even think about them, and before you know it the tears are streaming down his face.

“you could never disappoint me, c. you are not the only person on that team. you are not the reason behind the loss, please love, do not blame yourself.” instead of saying anything else, carter lets his tears soak through your t-shirt and the sobs wrack through his body. you know there’s nothing else you can possibly say, “baby, i’m here, alright? shh, i got you my love.”

and that’s how you spend the rest of your night, carter sobbing into your body and your fingers massaging his scalp to give him some sort of relief from all the pain, whether it’s his head or all the emotional pain. you’d do anything for him.

#carter hart #hockey #philadelphia flyers #nhl #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #nhl hockey #carter hart imagine

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goalcaufield · 5 years

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my love - s. knight

note: so i got this request for carter, but i thought it would also be fun for spence:) so i posted the carter version and here is the spencer version:))

normally you try and make it to every one of spencer’s games, however, when it’s a night like tonight and you have too much studying and homework to do, you’d much rather stay at your shared condo in sunrise. no matter what you always have the panthers game playing in the background even if it means you get distracted every now and then watching spencer between the pipes.

when the fifth goal of the maple leafs flies by spencer’s right shoulder you know it’s time to turn the game off. spencer gets yanked from the net and starts to skate towards the bench, but instead of taking a seat he disappears down the tunnel. “spence,” you mumble to yourself, reaching for your phone to shoot him a text. but you’re quick to decide against it. after years of dating it’s still hard not to try and comfort him after a loss even though you know he hates any sort of pity.

“in here my love,” you call out and spencer silently walks over plopping himself down on the couch. he lays down, his head resting on your stomach with his arms wrapped around your waist. you try to avoid the question, but you can’t help but ask it, “my love, are you okay?” without a word spencer shakes his head, his fingers digging into the skin of your waist. “alright bub, what can i do for you? how can i make you feel better?”

spencer hides his face in the shirt covering your body, but you cup his face in your hands and make him look at you, raising your eyebrows in question. his cheeks burn red, “can you run us a bath, love?” his raspy voice makes your heart break and you’re nodding your head in an instant.

“of course. c’mon,” you speak softly and spencer slowly gets up from the couch. you grab his hand in yours and pull him to the bathroom connected to the master suite.

“i love you, spencer,” you whisper. spencer’s hands rest against your back and you feel him press his lips to your forehead. the two of you stay like that for a few moments until you pull away from his touch. “alright bud.”

spencer shrugs off his suit jacket and lets it fall to the floor, his fingers going to work at the buttons on his dress shirt. you throw your hair up into a ponytail before pulling off your own articles of clothing, and once you’re completely stripped you get into the bath waiting for spencer. he takes his time, not that you mind very much, and he eventually rests between your legs.

“love, lean back.” you wrap your arms around his abdomen and let them rest there, keeping him to your chest. “are you feeling alright, spencer?”

spencer shakes his head letting it fall back to rest on your chest. “my head is killing me, i feel sick to my stomach. nothing went right tonight, y/n. we were supposed to have this game in the bag. and i fucked it all-”

“shh, spence,” you cut him off, lips pressing to the back of his head. “it’s you and me right now, okay? we can talk about hockey before bed, but right now it’s you and me, you got that?”

“got it. i love you, y/n/n. thank you.” he tilts his head back kissing the underside of your jaw. you let a smile form on your face.

“i love you too, spence.”

for a few moments you and spencer just sit there, blazing hot water just how he likes it nearly burning your skin, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. you knew going into this that nights like this would happen. that there would be nights spencer is beside himself, nights where he wants to give up, nights he goes into a shutdown mode. and it wasn’t very often spencer knight has an off game, but when he does it isn’t very pretty.

you grab the cup resting on the edge of the tub and fill it with water, pouring it over spencer’s head being careful not to get it down his face. he lets out a content sigh and you smile softly, and once his hair is wet enough you grab the shampoo bottle from beside you. you squirt some onto your hand before running your fingers through spencer’s hair. his eyes flutter closed at the feeling of your fingers in his curls. he lets out small whimpers every now and then, and you make sure to pay more attention to where you can tell the pain is in his head. eventually, you get through both shampooing and conditioning his hair, and you reach for the oils you keep in the bathroom for rough nights like this.

spencer leans forward his elbows resting on his thighs so you can rub his back. you work at the knots in both his shoulders and under his shoulder blades. he lets out small contented sighs and you can feel him relax underneath your touch. when you’re finished you wrap your arms around his body, head resting in the middle of his back.

“i’m gonna give you a few minutes alone, is that alright with you, love?” you whisper. spence lets out a soft ‘yes’ and you kiss the skin of his back before getting out of the bath.

you wrap one of the towels around your body and walk back into your bedroom. immediately you go to grab a set of clothes for spencer, which consists of a pair of boxers and gray sweats. you change into his clothes again and wait a few minutes for him to emerge from the bathroom. when he does, he has a sullen look on his face that makes your heart break all over again. however his eyes are full of love as he spots the clothes you’ve picked out for him. he quickly gets dressed.

“baby,” you breathe out. “c’mere, please.”

spencer climbs into bed next to you, his arm draped across your lower back and his head pressed against your stomach. “thank you, y/n. you didn’t have to do this for me.”

you sigh, your hand going to run through his hair. “yes i did spence. i love you more than anything in this world, it’s the least i can do. you do so much for me when i have a bad day, what kind of girlfriend would i be if i didn’t reciprocate that for you?”

he shrugs against you, he’s too scared to speak in fear of starting to cry. but he does. “i feel like such a disappointment, y/n.”

“baby, no,” you cup his face in your hands making him look up at you with glossy eyes that make your heart shatter. “spencer knight you are not a disappointment.”

“you could never disappoint me, spence. you are not the only person on that team. you are not the reason behind the loss, please love, do not blame yourself.” instead of saying anything else, spencer lets his tears soak through your t-shirt and the sobs wrack through his body. you know there’s nothing else you can possibly say, “baby, i’m here, alright? shh, i got you my love.”

and that’s how you spend the rest of your night, spencer sobbing into your body and your fingers massaging his scalp to give him some sort of relief from all the pain, whether it’s his head or all the emotional pain. you’d do anything for him.

#spencer knight #hockey #nhl #jack hughes #hockey imagine #usntdp #nhl imagine #nhl hockey

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