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[ravenhazes]

paring: 3. simon 'ghost' riley x male reader rating: M, MDNI cw: reader here is angerrr, lovers to strangers (?), photographic memory, reader here sucks at moving on, ghost sucks at apologising. a/n: I haven't proofread this and things mind not make sense towards the end. might take a bit bc to right this, I'm taking care of a baby chick. ~ ~ ~

You remember how it is to love him. A feeling so strong it swells your heart with affection every single time you caught his gaze on you, felt his skin under your lips, heard his voice against your ear. 

It's like a stab to the heart to find him standing before you after so long. Your chest aches at the sight, squeezing with longing and betrayal and so much love for him. 

“You're alive,” you say, your voice cracking around the words, and swallow your feelings with vengeance, “ten years.”

Ten years. Saying it out loud cements the realization that he was ripped away from you and never did anything to come back.

“I—” you shove the door to his face the moment he opens his mouth but he throws his arm against it to keep it from slamming closed. “Just hear me out!”

It's then that you notice he isn't alone. It's then that you notice his attire is not suitable as civilian wear. It's then that you realize that he is not here for you. 

Not exactly, no. 

You leave him at the door, step deep into the room and head for the last door of your corridor. 

You don't wait for anyone, but you know for a fact that he knows his way to the room with or without your aid. 

The light flickers overhead, it's a surprise it works at all. There's no window to let the air in, so you'll have to put up with the dust and stuffiness. You haven't opened the door to this room in years and it shows. 

There's a mess of documents and pictures in the middle of it all, and you're struck with the memory of you standing over it with a lighter in your hands. 

He was gone, you couldn’t continue to—

With a sigh, you move to get rid of all the rubbish you left so long ago and ignore the footsteps moving to check the room for whatever. 

Someone approaches, crouches opposite you and starts searching through the mess. 

“You were gonna get rid of these too.” Simon holds the booklet of pictures as he flips through it, running gentle fingers over the cover. It isn't even a question, he simply knows it. There's a note of sadness in his voice mixed with resignation and it makes your blood boil.

It's true then, that he doesn't care one bit about what you had together. So ready to give it up at the first sign of hardship. 

“Obviously,” you say with as much venom as you can muster, stealing the album from his hands and shoving it aside —away from his gaze. “You went MIA, then confirmed KIA soon after I started searching for you.” 

I couldn't go through with it. The only thing you did manage to do that day was throw the lighter into the bin and miss. 

Did he do it on purpose? Made them tell you he was gone so you would stop trying? Whatever his reasons, ten years with no word only to come back because he needs something...

“This all I am to you, ain't I?” you say —because despite your field of work you have never learnt to keep your mouth from running, — wave your hand at the room, and stare at him with your jaw set. 

“Look,” he starts, but you're already standing and turning away. He jolts forward and grabs you by the arm, “bloody hell, we don't have time for this.”

“Of course,” you say and watch his eyes grow wide at his own words. “no time for this.” You were a fool to think there had been anything at all.

“That's not... That's not what I—”

“I'll help you with whatever you need,” you cut him off and tag your arm free. “You know my price already.”

There's a hidden door built at the very back of the room, and despite the ten years of negligence all is frozen in the same neat and perfect condition you've left it years back. It's a disorienting contrast with the previous room. 

The change of temperature as you step through the door is refreshing, settling over your shoulders like a familiar embrace. There are cabinets lining all four walls, carrying an insane number of papers and folders and books. Despite the incredible jump technology has gone through its progress, a paper document is still chosen over a digital file. 

If they're seeking your help then hackers are of no use for them, which in turn means whatever they need has long been lost in the past. 

This room is the reason you're still alive really. You haven't touched it in years nor do you have any physical need for it, but the simple knowledge that you are in possession of it makes you invulnerable. Mind maps are crucial for organizing information, sure, but no one will find any use for this room if something happens to your brain. 

“So? Who's and which skeleton in the closet do you want me to reveal to you, so you can go and ruin their life?” You open a drawer at random, pick up the first folder your fingers touch and flip it open. Truth is you have always been quite fond of puzzles and none of these documents mean anything at all. It's just a bunch of random words written using cross writing. 

Simon had found it ridiculous to write whatever you had to say and then turn the page ninety degrees the moment you run out of space. 

But that was the beauty of it. Never mind that you only use gibberish sentences as a guide line to refresh your memory, but the puzzle that cross letters were kept your mind busy. 

You find him standing by the door when you force yourself back to the present. He hasn't said a word, nor has he dared to do anything other than close the door behind him and watch you without moving any deeper into the room. “You used to say that every time someone you hated asked for your help.”

And it's the little things he would notice and remember, that had your heart first beat a little faster back then. The way he would take it as a vantage to express himself when he struggled to process his own emotions. That he went all soft and delicate despite knowing for a fact that you weren't made of glass. All that and more, is what made you fall for him. 

Every single memory is so vivid in your mind but the betrayal and pain and anger are just as fresh in the forefront of your mind that you can't help but sneer at him. “Yes, glad to know I haven't changed at all in the past ten years.”

You're not being petty, you really are not. Because despite it all, you still love him. Just as much as you had the first time you fell for him, the first kiss you shared, the first ‘I love you’ you pressed into his skin, the first date you took him to.

The first time they told you you'd lost him forever. 

Your feelings have only grown, and the pain stabbing through your heart has only grown with them. You know that if you let yourself hope even for the shortest moment, you'll break and will never be able to piece yourself together. 

Photographic memory might be a cool power, a service demanded by the leaders controlling the world, but for you it is nothing but a spiteful curse.

~ ~ ~ please reblog, comment and/or follow if you like what I write. without feedback, I have no reason to keep this blog alive.

[ravenhazes]

seriously don’t know why i didn’t reblog this earlier ‼️🙏🏽

TF141 + Los Vaqueros with Black/Hispanic reader HC (I’m Dominican and Puerto Rican)

(This is purely self indulgent for me so fellow Hispanics/Latinx/Black people this one for us ❤️ everyone else can enjoy too ofc as I tried to make some parts broad enough but keep in mind it’s mostly for bipoc🙏🏽)

SFW and NSFW (nsfw will have - to distinguish it) This will have fluffy mushy disgusting cute relationship stuff 😦🙏🏽 (and no I’m not translating the spanish, google it ❤️🙏🏽) Long as hell btw!

Minors and Ageless accounts dni, I block immediately! Thank you for your consideration! ❤️

Cw: possessive sex, biting, scratching, leaving marks, sex toys, free use, rough sex, exhibitionism, praise, degradation, daddy kink, feminization, lemme know if I missed anything because I kind of went on and on and on!

Gaz:

- Loves Morir Soñando. I see him loving that fact that it tastes like an orange creamsicle with a splash of cinnamon. Loves how ice cold it is, and loves helping you make it. I see him as loving citrus flavored things that aren’t overpowering, and this drink is perfect! Especially on a hot summer day, immaculate.

- Loves when you kiss him on the top of his head and linger for a moment. He thinks the gesture is so sweet, and he really loves the fact you’ll just turn around and smooch him. He’ll even ask why, and you’ll just “While I was reading a book, my mind wandered and I couldn’t help but start thinking about you.” And then you list all the things you were thinking about, and he’s just all smiles. Will give you the biggest kiss of your life, still smiling so cheesily.

- Loves helping with skincare. He WILL rub you down with that good good shea butter after you shower. He does not play around. You can both be on base after a mission, and you’ll be too tired to moisturize after showering. But he refuses to let you get all dry and ashy, and WILL make sure you are moisturized. (You do the same for him every time as well. Makes his heart race, and his face feel warm because you care so much about him. Doesn’t help that you go all soft and call him sweet names. “Sweet boy, dear heart, love, mi cielo, mi rey, mi tesoro”

- Call him “Mi conejito” when you fuck him softly. It drives him wild to be called “little bunny” when you slowly drive into him. Especially when your voice is all warm, and deep from waking up. Loves when he’s on his side and you’re behind him, your arms wrapped around his chest as you mutter sweet praises in his ear.

- Drives him wild when you get possessive and fuck into him roughly while saying stuff like “Tu eres mío, muñeca. Nadie más, solamente mío.” While growling. Really grab his hips when you do this, loves the fact he can still feel your hands on him even days later. Bite his shoulder too, drives him crazy!

Soap:

- Loves white rice, habichuelas, and any carne. Especially loves concón. I see him as the type to like crunchy things, and the fact concón exist and was introduced to him by you makes him all warm inside. This man can eat and will gladly fuck up half a pot of everything. He’s the perfect person to have around when there’s too much on your plate and you can’t finish it, hand it to him! He loves concón so damn much, craves it when he’s on a long mission and can’t get his hands on some. Will text/call/spam you when he’s an hour away to start making some rice so he can have it when he gets there. Biggest smile, kiss, and hug when it’s there ready for him.

- Loves when you wrap your arms around his waist. Wether you’re in line and absentmindedly just stand behind him and wrap your arms around him. Or if you’re at home and he’s brushing his teeth, melts in your arms each time especially when you kiss his temple. If you’re taller than him, rest your chin on his shoulder and talk to him while rubbing his hips. Makes him feel like you’re an old married couple, makes him feel all domestic and warm.

- Loves watching you do your haircare routine. His fingers twitch because he wants to help and do it too, but he’s so afraid that he’ll fuck it up. Even though he knows your step by step process by heart, and recognizes the specific products you use when he’s out shopping by himself (he literally buys them in bulk, not even flinching at the cost. Loves the way your eyes widen, and you’re like “no way you did this.” His proud, smug little smile is so cute. “Knew you were running low, just wanted to make sure you’ve got enough.” Such a sap.)

- Drives him wild when you plug him up after fucking load after load into him. All while calling him feminine terms of endearment in spanish. “Que linda, eres mi princessa? So good for me, gonna make sure it takes. Si? Preciosa?” Makes his spent cock twitch and his thighs shake as his face burns. Will whimper into a kiss, and be so sweet and pliant after.

- Loves being free use for you. Will purposefully walk around in a plug and just a shirt. Knows it drives you crazy when he’s wearing one of your shirts, especially if you’re bigger than him. Something in you snaps when you see how he drowns in your shirt, even if he’s broad and muscular, your shirt is always perfectly covering his cock and ass just enough to entice you. By the end of the day you’re both speaking your respective languages, him all whiney while speaking gaelic, and you all hoarse while you speak Spanish. (Degrade him during these days, he wants to feel used. Call him every damn name in the book “whore, slut, puta, perra” everything!

Rudy:

- Loves pasteles en hoja. And yes he eats it with ketchup (argue with ya mother not me that shit slaps). He loves how similar it is to tamales but also so utterly different. Loves to watch the process and note the differences and similarities. It’s really cute how you both giggle and talk excitedly about the similarities. Loves the feeling of connection, knowing you both share being hispanic AND latino settles something inside of him (y’all know what I’m talking about. I feel so much more at ease with other hispanics and latinx, like we are brothers, ya feel me?)

- This man cannot dance, I feel like. He has rhythm don’t get me wrong, but he cannot for the life of him move. If that’s something y’all share, you tend to laugh and giggle about it. But if you can dance? Good luck trying to get his hands off of you. He literally will not be able to stop looking at you with wide enamored eyes. Loves when you dance bachata, and will literally come up to you and ask for you to dance for him.

- Loves being called “Mi vida, guapo, cariño and querido.” Call him that when you’re holding hands and he gets all soft and mushy. Loves holding hands, the feeling of your fingertips brushing his knuckles sends a zing through him. And if your spanish is a bit shoddy, he will gladly teach you it. He’s the perfect teacher as well, never gets mad at pronunciation. In fact he’ll make sure you simply learn the language first before fixing your pronunciation, since having it as a skill is more important than nitpicking the way you speak it. (He does giggle if you sound a bit too… ya know?)

- This man loves leaving marks, biting, scratching and receiving them in return. Loves pushing you down and riding you while growling out praises. “Splitting me so fucking good, tesoro. Need you like this everyday.”

- Likes to make you jealous so you’ll drag him away and fuck into him hard. If you’re at a bar, and he’s being all touchy and flirty with others? Drag him to the bathrooms and prep him with just spit and two fingers roughly, then spit on your cock and slide into him. Give him a moment to adjust, and take him. Push him up against the mirror, and make him moan so fucking loud that anyone near the outside of the bathroom is blushing. Usually you would cover his mouth, but during these moments where you don’t? It’s because you want everyone to hear that he is yours.

Ghost:

- Loves mangu. Especially Los tres golpes. The first time you made him it, he saw how hard mashing the big ass pot of mangu was and after that never let you do it 😭 While he does love how much physical effort you put into loving him and feeding him, he will always try to lessen the load. But he loves how hearty the meal is and will ask for it every now and then. (He doesn’t care about calories because this man is literally built like a fucking tank, he’ll work it off… and even if he develops a bit of chub he sees how you go wild for it and hug him more often and purposefully leave it there.)

- Thinks you are the cutest thing in your bonnet, and will literally buy you those cute expensive ass ones. When you wear one he is literally so clingy and calls you cute in 50,000 different ways. Like Soap he knows your haircare routine step by step, but unlike Soap he will gladly help you with it. And by god does he feel like a pro at detangling, washing, oiling, etc. (You catch him a couple of times reading and watching stuff to learn even more. Hell this man even learns how to give you waves or do them hard ass braiding styles 😭🙏🏽 )

- This man rarely if ever blushes, but there are moments where you catch him off guard and his ears and cheeks become the softest shade of pink. Those moments are usually when you’ve just woken up, and turn to look at him with bleary soft eyes. And when you smile at him while breathing the softest sigh of relief and contentment at seeing him, and murmur “Good morning, cariño.” It takes all his power not to hide his face behind his hands. But instead he goes pink and kisses your forehead. He truly melts in those soft sweet moments, the simp.

- Absolutely goes crazy when you continuously mutter praises to him while fucking. Even if he doesn’t understand everything you’re saying, he knows you’re being so sweet to him. “Perfecto, mi sol. Qué guapo eres, apretando tan bueno.” Makes him cum so fast when all you can growl out is his name because he feels so good around you.

- Loves when you fuck him in front of a mirror and make him repeat every praise you say. Squeezing the base of his cock to stop his orgasm if he doesn’t repeat it perfectly, or stutters. “Repite mis palabras. Tengo unos ojos bonitos.” And he moans, huffing against the glass. “T-tengo.” Squeeze. “Try again.” Always cums so hard, eyes rolling back when you growl out how perfect he is and how much you love him.

Alejandro:

- Alejandro absolutely loves tostones (twice fried and smashed plantains). He eats them like fries, loves when you give him a plate of rice, carne, avocado and tostones. Literally goes feral and asks you for tostones all the time. Loves when you make them for breakfast and fry him eggs and salami.

- This man absolutely loves the way you smell so good all the time. Loves how soft your skin is and will spend so much time just smelling you. If you are laying on the couch together with your arms wrapped around him, he’ll literally bury his nose wherever he can reach. Goes especially feral when you are fresh out of the shower, skin still warm and moisturizer applied. Will literally cuddle with you and softly sigh in content.

- Like Ghost he knows your haircare routine by heart, but unlike Ghost he actually makes your products. He will not let you use store bought products. He will spend hours making you whipped shea butter for your skin, will literally infuse coconut oil with fresh rosemary (or whatever oil you prefer, coconut just popped up in my head first). He does not play around! If he could he would buy a factory and greenhouse to grow and make everything fresh for you. A bit excessive he is, but oh so doting. (You have to reign him in, this man loves with all of his heart and soul). Also unlike Rudy he will tease the hell out of you if your spanish is shoddy, but will help you get down the accent first then teach you. Will try to hide his cringe when your accent isn’t good, but genuinely takes his time to make sure you get it right and is so so nice about it.

- Laughs if you use spanish on him, trying to be all smooth. This man will out-charm you even if you are making his eyes roll back and mouth drop open. He WILL have you blushing even as you split him open. The only way you can catch him off guard and be smoother than him is if you are spouting how devoted you are to him, worship him! “Mis pulmones, mi corazón, mi alma entera, te pertenece.” Makes him absolutely clench around you, body going taut as he cums untouched.

- To piggyback off of the previous point, tease him as you worship him. Edge him while you’re at it. Loves when you lightly caress his body, taking your time kissing and licking his chest. Eat him out slowly, jerk him and pull your hands off when he’s about to cum. Makes him so whiny when he’s tied down and unable to touch you, and has to sit there as you worship him. Devoting yourself to exploring every inch of him, muttering how he is your everything into his skin. You have managed to tease him so much that he came untouched from your words and fingers grazing his nipples. Made that man pass tf out 🙏🏽.

Price:

- Loves Sancocho. Especially when it’s Sancocho de Siete Carnes. I see him as the type of man to love stews, and when you pull out this very rare and special occasion big ass stew? Best thing in the world to him. Will literally sit there and try to eat as much as he can until he’s groaning and leaning back in his chair and unbuttoning his pants. When he’s really craving it again, he’ll buy every single thing that’s supposed to go in it (mf memorized the recipe after the first time he watched you make it) and beg you to make it again. “I bought everything love, so please, please make it again?” He doesn’t do this often because he knows it takes you a long time to prepare, wash, and cook everything. But each time he does, he very much helps you as well.

- Will always gently fix your bonnet when it’s askew while you’re sleeping because he is a very early riser. Learns how to oil your scalp so when you’re too tired and fall asleep without doing it, he does it for you and slides your bonnet on. You always give him the softest and most treasure kisses all over his face when you wake up and feel it on your head. And he just sits there, smiling all happy as his cheeks warm. Very much loves when you mutter how thankful you are, how much you appreciate him taking care of you. He loves feeling appreciated!

- Absolutely adores when you call him “Mi vida, mi alma, mi corazón.” But nothing gets him to blush harder than when you say how you can’t wait to grow old with him, how much you love the idea of being a sweet and loving old couple. How you’ll make him tea and sweetly mutter “Tú me completas, mi amor eterno.” Makes him get so excited to be with you for as long as you both live. Even if you do all that now, it’s the thought of doing it for as long as possible that makes him blush. (I should write an angst with no comfort about this because I am lowkey evil and ain’t show y’all yet) Anyway, absolutely loves when your hand is at the small of his back. Likes how it’s a subtle way to to claim him, and it grounds him whenever he’s overwhelmed. Back scratches are heaven for this man.

- Loves when he rides you so well that all you can do is swear. “C-coño, fuck. J-John!” Even if he is dripping with sweat, thighs trembling from exhaustion, he will ride you until you can’t cum anymore just to hear you babble in a mix of spanglish. Goes feral knowing he feels that good around you that you can’t speak coherently in either language.

- Will learn spanish just to hoarsely mutter it to you as you rail him. Knows it makes you fuck into him all the harder. “Estoy tan mojada pensando en ti, papí.” On the phone while you’re at the grocery store? Makes you haul ass and come back to the house bricked. He’s already prepped and lubed up, and absolutely spread open for you with a smile on his face because he knows what it does to you. Knows he’s about to get the pounding of a lifetime. Knows he’s about to be reduced to nothing but grunts and moans.

Anyways this took me five whole hours to think up 🙏🏽😭. I hope my fellow black and brown people enjoyed and I hope seeing some representation (even if it’s not perfect) brightens your day!

[ravenhazes]

please stop ignoring the fact that konig is on the opposite side of tf 141 when making fics, it is actually annoying me so much. when i mean on the opposite side i mean that konig quite literally does not know 141 — if he does they’re enemies.

141 = specgru

konig = kortac

anyways im back ‼️

[ravenhazes]

Miguel O’Hara x Spider-Man!Male Reader Pt. 2

Continuation of my previous post due to request :)

Part One | Part Two

cw: implied oral sex (r receiving), love bites, sex omg just sex, miguel gets fucked, reverse cowgirl and leapfrog positions, pet names, crying, established relationship (at the end tho)

Didn’t expect people to actually like the first part 🥹 this is for y’all

@sad-author-san @dragonspaint09

(word count: 2.6K+)

“Go lock the door.” Your voice was full of lust, a wave of arousal sweeping over you at Miguel’s whimper. You had no idea your superior could make such pretty noises. How were you just now taking notice of the pretty creature in your hospital room? Were you blind? You’d never really noticed just how alluring your boss was, face and figure, up until now. And the man touched himself to you groaning? Was this even the first time? Oh, you were gonna be up for a couple hours now.

He was extra careful during foreplay, despite your encouragement to do what he pleased, gently unraveling the wrap shirt the hospital gave you, uncovering your mouthwatering physique. Sat in your lap, his fangs gently nipped your pecs, indulging in one of his many desires that you so generously allowed as you stroked the tops of his firm thighs with your bandaged hands, groaning at the sight of his love bites. He scooted back before leaning down further, his tongue laving over the ridges of your abs, his fangs somehow even gentler as he nipped what skin he could without further irritating your still recovering ribs.

You slid a hand down Miguel's spine, hooking a finger over the waistband of his pants as he looked up at you, a shy expression on his face as a string of saliva connected between his pointed tongue and your abdomen. What a fucking tease. "I don't have any lube." Miguel whispered, a sultry look in his eyes. He was testing your patience. Testing you. He knew you could move only but so much with your injuries. You gripped the back of his hair, pressing his head closer to the large tent in your sweatpants. "You will." You said in a low tone, staring him down with a predatory gaze.

Miguel felt dizzy as he bounced in your lap, the room filled with sounds of your skin making contact followed by his whimpers and whines. His rapid inhales were quivery and heavy as he tried to hold back his cries of pleasure, fat tears dripping down his cheeks. It was far past visiting hours, and the last thing Miguel wanted was a nurse coming in and seeing the owner of the damn building riding one of their patients like his life depended on it.

He was leaned forward, his upper half propped up by his clawed hands, tearing into the hospital sheets between your brawny thighs. He rode every inch of your length, rising till the bulbous tip of your cock was left before slamming his hips back down. His hole was gobbling up every last bit of you, sinking down on every vein decorating your girth with ease, mouth ajar, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth as hoarse cries were held back.

Y/n was groaning in Miguel’s ear, a mix of pain from the movement on your recovering body and pleasure as his hole fluttered around you. Miguel grew worried at the sound of your occasional pained grunts, slowing his pace and turning his head to try and look back at you. “Are you alright?” He asked with a wary expression. You didn’t respond, opting to wrap one of your calloused hands around his hip, slamming him back down on your cock while the other muffled the shaky sob that erupted from him. “Don’t fucking stop.” You growled into Miguel’s ear, causing him to nod frantically, warm tears transferring from his flushed cheeks to your hand as he resumed his desperate pace.

Miguel’s bottom lip trembled as he moved, your cock reaching deep inside him in ways he didn’t know was possible. Every thrust rocked against his delicate prostate as his own cock hung heavy over the sheets, dripping pre onto the bedding. “M’ close, y/n, so close.” Miguel was practically sobbing as he spoke in a hoarse voice. His arms were struggling to hold himself up, his vision flickering every time the underside of your cock ground against his bundle of nerves.

“Keep going for me, mami, c’mon.” Your voice was raspy in his ear and the name slipped off your tongue so easily as your hands rubbed up his sides. Miguel let out a low sob at the label, his pace was frantic as he bounced in your lap. He had never been more thankful for his strict training regime, giving him the strength to keep moving on your cock even with the burning sensation in his thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Miguel whined hoarsely, his eyes rolling back with each drop of his hips. Your mind was battling between different desires, a part of you wanting to reach around Miguel and stroke him to finish, but another wanted to watch him unravel on your cock alone. Fuck it. You reached one of your hands forward, teasing his tip with your thumb while your other hand held his hip lightly. Miguel came undone quickly, his cum coating your fingers as he sobbed out your name, tears streaming down his pretty cheeks.

Miguel’s arms were trembling too much to hold himself up, slowly bending them and lowering his upper half down to the bed as his tears soaked into the sheets below. Your hard cock was still nestled inside him as his last few drops of release dripped onto the fabric, his hips stationary as they trembled above yours.

You weren’t done. Not yet. You gritted your teeth as you prepared to reposition, sliding the IV out of your arm before gripping Miguel’s hips as you lifted him a few inches off your cock, prompting him to whine softly. “I know, mami, I know.” You said soothingly as you bent your leg, readjusting yourself to kneel behind Miguel while propping his lower half up on his knees to properly meet his hips with yours.

The position was a bit painful on your still recovering ribs as you leaned over him, but that didn’t matter in this moment. You reached a hand back, grabbing one of your pillows. You wrapped your other arm under him, your forearm pressing into his chest as you gripped his neck, lifting him like a toy before stuffing the pillow under him and dropping him back down onto it, giving him something to muffle his sweet noises with. He was going to need it, cause you weren’t in the mood for mercy.

Miguel was bawling into the pillow as you moved, pounding into him at a brutal pace. Your eyes were raking over what you could see of his body as you leaned over him, one hand pressed into the bedding next to his head and the other gripping his hip tightly. His back arched so prettily to meet your thrusts, the muscle of his ass smushed against your pelvis every time you bottomed out and—Oh my god. Was this love? He took you so goddamn well. So perfect. You could tell this was his first time getting fucked by an actual cock. He must’ve relied on toys up until now. Did he think of you when he used those too? You wanted to ask him, but you could tell from his body’s reaction to your size that none of his little imitations could compare to you. His breathing was erratic and some of his inhales were choked off by a mix of sobs and moans.

“You’re doing so good, cariño, taking me so well.” Your voice was husky as you felt yourself steadily approaching your climax, your ears filled with the sound of Miguel’s cries in response to your words. “Can’t wait to fuck that pretty mouth of yours when I’m out of here.” Miguel nodded weakly at your words, his arms wrapped around the pillow as his head swayed in sync with each of your thrusts. You couldn’t believe the situation you were in. You would’ve been deep in denial if someone told you you’d be balls deep in your boss only eight months after being brought on the team. "Can't believe you were hiding this pretty thing from me for so long." You muttered, your words accompanied by a harsh spank against Miguel's right cheek, grinning when you heard him yelp and felt a flutter around your cock in response.

Fuck it. Miguel didn’t care anymore. If someone caught you two in the act, then so be it. He was doing a bit of everything now. Sobbing, moaning, sniveling, mewling, whimpering. He thought you’d cum not too long after him, but the rising feeling in his gut of another climax approaching him as well as your relentless pace said otherwise.

Miguel had a terrifying thought in the back of his mind that this all was just a lust on your end, only doing this for mutual pleasure, nothing more. Those fears were quickly erased however when he felt you slow your pace to a grind, the length of your member rocking against his prostate as you leaned down, pressing tender kisses against the muscles in his back. Your hand on his hip massaged circles into his soft flesh as you whispered sweet words into his ear, your cock grinding deep inside him as his eyes rolled back.

You had a strong urge to taunt him, make your little leader beg for your cock. You didn’t pick up the pace, opting to murmur against his nape, suggesting that maybe you two should leave it at this tonight, claiming that you didn’t want to overwhelm him with another orgasm. In the midst of giving your (fake) reasoning, Miguel had already reached one of his clawed hands out, gripping the wrist of your hand that rested next to his head, nearly drawing blood. He blabbered out a bunch of pleads, clearly distraught by your recommendation. “I can take it, I can take it,” his whines were cut off by a snivel, thick tears flowing down his face in desperation, “I need you, y/n, you can’t stop now. I need you to cum insi—”

You pulled back, sliding your cock out just enough for the tip to catch on his hole before slamming back inside him, resuming your merciless pace. “Fuck, you want me to fill you up, baby?” You grunted out between your thrusts. “Make me a daddy?” Miguel was delirious, couldn’t even respond as his eyes rolled back, drool leaking past his puffy lips and onto the pillow below him. You tucked your head against the curve of his nape, muttering dirty things in his ear as you pounded into him.

God, normally you didn’t like talking, but tonight you were feeling chatty. “Answer me, mami. Or do you want me to stop?” Miguel’s voice was hoarse and whiny, slurring his words as he got more and more drunk on your cock. “I wan’ it, I wan’ it.” He couldn’t hold his head up even a few inches anymore, slumping into his tear-stained pillow as he got closer and closer to his second orgasm. “You can have it, baby, it’s all yours.” You groaned into his ear, your own climax approaching. “Take everything, my first born, my last name, take it all, mami.”

Your pace stuttered as you climaxed, filling Miguel up with your seed as you bit his nape harshly. The sensations drove Miguel over the edge, staining the sheets below him for the second time tonight as he sobbed your name into the pillow. It was too much for him, falling into darkness only moments later, the sound of you clicking a few buttons on his wrist watch being his last memory before succumbing to his exhaustion.

Miguel woke up the next morning in your burly arms, his head tucked against your neck as the two of you laid on your sides, facing one another. He was sweating a bit, your body emitting heat like a furnace as he tried to recall the concluding events of the previous night. He was in a foreign room now, dressed in some of your clothing, sunlight illuminating the little signs of life around the large bedroom. Your room. Clearly well furnished as he took notice of the mini living room in one of the walls of the room.

Miguel knew you were wealthy, known for your business relations all over your Earth. He was always a bit perplexed at how little time you spent in your own dimension, always either scouring other Earths for anomalies or spending time in HQ, debriefing Miguel on your expeditions while awaiting your next assignment. Like a machine. This always irked him, nearly made him wonder if his attraction to you was just objectification. But now that he had a clear view of your rarely unmasked face, he could see that he was wrong. That the Spider-Man of this Earth was very much human.

You let out a low groan as you slowly awoke, your arms tightening around Miguel before lowering the arm that wasn't smushed under his side to rest on his waist. "The nurses are gonna be angry when they see I'm not in my room." You murmured in a husky voice, your eyes still closed. "I'll make an excuse for you, they won't argue with me." Miguel whispered back, a giddy smile spread across his face as his heart fluttered at the sound of your voice.

You could practically hear the smile in Miguel's voice, slowly opening your eyes to meet his. Miguel was a bit surprised at the satisfied look in your eyes, a bashful expression spreading on his face as his eyes darted away from yours. You squeezed an arm around his back, pulling him flush against you as your other hand squeezed the sore mound of his rear. "Don't be a prude, boss." You said in an undertone before pressing a tender kiss against his lips. Miguel accepted the kiss for a moment before quickly pulling his face back an inch from yours, a look of displeasure on his face. "C'mon, y/n, don't call me that right now." He mumbled, his eyebrows furrowed.

A small grin danced across your face as you turned, leaning your body over his as he shifted to lay flat under you, your arms bent and bordering around his head. "What would you prefer, Miguel?" You said in a low tone before you began pressing even softer kisses on his lips, his hands lifting to rest on your chest. "Mi vida?" A kiss. "Cariño?" Another one. "Or," you lowered your head enough so that your lips brushed against his when you spoke, "mami? You seemed to like that one last night." Miguel's lips pressed into a thin line at your last few words, a flush spreading across his cheeks at the memory. How fucking adorable.

"Y/n," Miguel murmured, a determination in his eyes, "what are we?" You stared down at him, thinking for a moment. "Y'know, I always knew when you were visiting me at night. I could feel you massaging lotion into my hands, or dripping antibiotics into my ear, or whispering stories about how you met Jessica. You're not very discreet." Miguel looked up at you, a vulnerable look on his face. "Why?" "I love you." Miguel blurted out a low tone, though his eyes were full of confidence. "I love you too." You replied in a softer tone, your elbows pressed into the firm mattress as your fingers ran through his hair.

Miguel looked like he could cry at the intimacy of the moment, but you beat him to it, one of your own tears dripping right below his eye before leaking down the side of his face. Miguel chuckled, reaching his hands up to hold your face. The two of you spent the morning exchanging kisses and sweet words before you both eventually had to return to HQ, returning to your room to receive a proper scolding from one of the older nurses.

Bro, I cannot put into words how badly I wanted to write miguel giving head. Imma have to save it for a part three where reader is fully recovered 😔 (obvi only if yall want it)

But yea, i hope yall enjoyed this 😆 It's like 3AM rn so I'm going to bed ✌️ feel free to let me know about any typos

[ravenhazes]

im expecting a part 2 😒

Miguel O’Hara x Spider-Man!Male Reader

You were a member of the spider society, rising quickly to be part of the small circle of Miguel’s most valued members due to your agility and strength even with your strong, tall stature. You and Miguel had a complicated relationship. At least on his end. The man was curious about your quiet nature and selfless behavior. You were a man of few words, being both a Spider-Man as well as hosting a symbiote from your world. You had a dedication to the cause that could compare with Miguel, even placing it over your physical health. Today, Miguel’s carelessness as well as your lack of self care would hit you like a truck.

cw: masturbation (male), hand obsession, size diff (mentioned), sexual tension (?), sexual implications

Please give criticism 🙏 this is my first time writing as a whole so I’m so sorry if the format is weird and/or if the summary is ass. ALSO THIS IS REALLY LONG (imo) SO I APOLOGIZE. 😭 And pls tell me if i should make a part two. (edit: okay, i calculated and its 5.2K words lmao... my bad)

You don’t remember the last time you visited HQ or even your own dimension. You’d been traveling to various earths and hunting down located anomalies per Miguel’s order.

Your physical conditions were never a worry to you while on your expeditions, simply stitching up whatever injuries you endured before carrying on. Miguel would protest to this behavior of yours, requesting that you return back to HQ for proper medical attention, but you’d quickly dismiss his precautions, having Venom keep your injuries wrapped under it’s tar-like material to avoid bursting any stitches when you were busy tackling your objectives.

You rarely fully involved Venom in your missions. It never objected to your request to remain tucked away while you worked, understanding that you preferred to rely on your own strength to take down opponents.

Miguel sent you on a new array of missions about two weeks ago. They were rather easy for someone of your skill, though it did get annoying when one enemy turned into two, then three, and so on in just one mission. These hiccups never stunted your performance, but they didn’t fail to stress Miguel out. You didn’t fully understand why the man was so anxious whenever you’d go on your missions. He never showed the same worry for the other members of the Spider Society, so what was so different about you?

Miguel had been spending most of his days in his office since you left, his earpiece being filled with the sounds of battle as you took down anomalies on the other end. You preferred not to speak, but with Miguel’s insistence, you were forced to make some noise for him every so often to ease his nerves, whether it be a grunt or a hum. Depending on your mood, some days you’d find it to be overbearing and on better ones, you’d find it to be almost comforting.

‘What is wrong with me.’ Miguel thought to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He’d been sitting in his office chair, clicking around on his keyboard as he watched your marker on the map traveling miles in minutes as you moved around a random Earth, searching for a rumored anomaly. Everything had been going well until he’d heard you breathing heavily on the other end as you stopped to rest for a moment, you raspy pants tickling his ear. He’d immediately dismissed Lyla as he felt his pants tighten at the noises you made, resting his hand over the forming tent in his suit. Fuck, he had to hear your voice. He needed to.

“Y/n? You alright?” Miguel spoke through the earpiece, trying to hide the shakiness in his voice. Y/n didn’t reply with words, opting to hum in acknowledgement. No, that wasn’t enough for Miguel. “Y/n?” Y/n groaned in annoyance at his insistence, but the noise was like heaven in Miguel’s ear. Much more than what he was requesting. “I’m fine.” Y/n replied curtly before continuing his search, his stationary marker starting to move on the map again.

Miguel’s mind was already wandering when he heard y/n groan, but hearing your voice after radio silence for days? He already had a fantasy forming in his head now. There were too many days where you’d hover over him as he briefed you on an upcoming mission, his mind muddled with ideas of you bending him over the table, ripping his suit open and just fucking him over the surface. “Y/n.” Miguel unintentionally groaned out as he pulled his pants down just enough to release his cock from its confines.

“Hm?” Y/n responded in an undertone, oblivious to the intentions behind Miguel’s voice. Miguel pressed a hand over his mouth. He didn’t mean to call your name aloud. “Y-You’re approaching the signal.” Miguel spoke quickly, his heart fluttering at his slip up. You hummed in acknowledgment, a bit confused on why he had to announce it since he equipped your wristwatch with a mini map, but you dismissed it. Miguel quickly muted his mic on the earpiece to avoid making the same mistake. He looked down at his semi, the cool air making it all the more sensitive.

He dipped one of his hands down, sliding his thumb over the slit of his cock as the other turned the volume up on his earpiece, listening to your heavy breathing as you swung through an abandoned city. “Fuck, please.” Miguel murmured under his breath, his eyes fluttering shut as he slid his hand down his length, imagining your larger, calloused hands in its place.

He had to lower the volume of his earpiece to near silence, the sound of the wind hitting your side of the mic disrupting his thoughts. Miguel lightly gripped his cock, sliding his hand back up to the tip, a bead of pre forming at the motion. Gods, he needed to just tell you, but he knew it wasn’t that simple. You were nearly ten years younger than him, being only 23 years old compared to his 30 years of age. You wouldn’t want someone as old as him, much less a man. You probably had women clinging to your arms in your world, and the thought evoked a flare of jealousy in his chest.

Fuck, what would you think of him if you saw him like this? Thrusting into his hand at just the sound of your voice and faraway fantasies.

You’d been making rounds around this damned city. The place was desolate but somehow a fellow spider managed to spot an anomaly when they accidentally entered in the wrong number in an attempt to portal to their own world. Your wristwatch was picking up on a thermal presence, yet you just couldn’t find it. ‘I swear, if it’s underground, I’m dragging Miguel here to take care of this, multiverse be damned.’ You thought to yourself as you swung between rusting skyscrapers.

Your thoughts were cut off by your watch beeping, detecting a thermal signal in close range. That’s weird. You’d already scoured this area. It must’ve moved in the time that you were on the other side of the city. Your eyes were focused on the watch too closely to notice another presence approaching your side. Another anomaly. Wonderful.

Your senses kicked off but it wasn’t as quick as this creature. You were already airborne before you were launched through the window of a skyscraper you were passing, a rib cracking under the pressure your left side endured. ‘Light work.’ You thought to yourself as you kicked up off the floor of the office level you landed in, planting your feet down before launching out the side you were thrown into. You swung your way up to the roof of the high rise, your eyes scanning the surrounding area for the anomaly.

A figure darted across the street below, prompting you to jump off. You never voiced it, but you always loved the adrenaline rush that came with hunting down anomalies. You were a bit surprised at the lack of noise on Miguel’s side of the earpiece, but the thought was quickly brushed aside as you broke your fall with your webs before running into the building the figure was seen entering, your watch guiding you along the way. You ran down multiple sets of stairs, the rapping of the creatures claws along the tiled floor guiding you along.

You shot a web at the side of the creature from the top of the stairway before it could round a corner. You yanked it towards you, disregarding the fact that your feet lost contact with the floor as the two of you met in the middle, tumbling down the stairwell with your bulky arms wrapped around the damned thing. You were able to land a few punches against the hybrid’s feathered body before you were forced to focus on its talons sinking into the muscles of your thigh. You hissed in pain, forming claws on your own hands with Venom’s help before gripping its ankle with one hand and stabbing your claws into the scaled skin above it.

The fucking thing screeched and gods was it loud, nearly forcing Venom to recede back into you before it used its other clawed foot to hit your chest, slamming your back into the stairwell. You gritted your teeth in pain, a drip of blood dripping down your mask from the cut on your brow due to the previous fall. The creature rounded the corner immediately, disappearing from your sight. ‘Of course it’s smart.’ You thought to yourself begrudgingly, your muscles a bit tense from the mission you just pursued prior to entering this world. “Miguel.” You spoke into your mic. No response. No time to wait.

You quickly got to your feet before darting around the corner, suddenly realizing the setting. Of course it lured you to a fucking subway. You were quick on your feet, jumping down to the railway platform before darting down the tunnel, your sharp ears picking up on the sound of the creature’s claws scratching against the metal of the railing as it ran from you. You’d ran so far that you made it to another underground subway stop, spotting a new creature lingering in the area.

‘Here’s the second fucker.’ You thought to yourself as Venom reformed claws around your fingers. You jumped from the railway up to the tiled floor of the platform. The creature spotted you, quickly leaping at you as you returned the gesture. You noted the difference in strength in this one compared to the first anomaly you came across, easily overpowering this one. Just when you were about to sink your claws into its neck, you were launched off to the side, slamming into a solid wall behind you. Another rib cracked at the impact. Wonderful.

The first bastard was back. The two creatures stood side by side as you used the wall as support to rise to your feet. The two freaks of nature stalked around you before launching forward.

“Venom.” You growled out. It didn’t hesitate, enveloping your body in its black tar-like body. You immediately threw the stronger one back, sending it over the platform and onto the railway as you focused your attention on the weaker anomaly.

You were able to land a multitude of hits on this one, weakening it. Just when you were about to sink your claws into its neck, the stronger one recuperated, releasing a deafening scream that incapacitated you, forcing Venom to recede back inside you. The ground shook from the scream, the beams at the subway shaking as dust fell from the ceiling.

‘Fuck, I need to focus on that one or this rusty building is going down on all three of us.’

You were alone now, the scream forcing Venom to retreat. You made circles with the creature, the weaker of the two still recovering on the floor. You made the first move, webbing the feet of the anomaly to the floor before landing a kick straight in its chest.

The creature slammed against another beam. Fuck. Bad move. The ceiling shook again, an unsettling sound of creaking above them. The building was going to collapse at this rate. You needed to keep these two down here while getting back to ground level so you wouldn’t get stuck or worse, killed under the rubble.

“Miguel.” Silence. What the fuck was he doing right now? Just when you were about to approach the now weakened anomaly, you felt the muscle in your thigh tense. You dropped one knee, accidentally slamming it against the tiled floor. You gritted your teeth, the muscle cramping from overworking yourself. Miguel had warned you, and now you were experiencing the outcome. In the midst of Venom attempting to reform around you, you were tackled from behind. The second one was back up.

You swung your now clawed fingers back, moving to plunge your hand into the chest of this anomaly. You were cut short as the other let out another ear-piercing screech, forcing Venom to retreat yet again. The entire bottom level shook now. ‘This building’s going down.’ You thought to yourself. “Miguel,” you shouted into the earpiece, “I need backup, I’m under the apartment buildi—,” your words were cut short as the infrastructure gave out, sending you into darkness.

Miguel was in the midst of cleaning himself up when he heard the low sound of a rumble on the other side of his earpiece. He immediately raised the volume on his earpiece. ‘Shit, shit shit,’ he though to himself, ‘I wasn’t paying attention.’ “Y/n, what’s your status?” Miguel quickly spoke into the mic, turning Lyla back on. Lyla’s hologram reappeared, about to crack a joke before noticing Miguel’s panicked expression as he looked at his monitors, rapidly typing on the keyboard. “Shit—Lyla, call Jess and Hobie to HQ now,” he said quickly before shouting into the earpiece, “Y/n, give me a status update!” Silence. A deadly silence that was interrupted a few minutes later by the sound of a weak wheeze. Y/n.

“Fuck, y/n, what’s your status?” Miguel spoke quickly into his earpiece as he connected the audio to a walkie-talkie. Jessica entered Miguel’s office, Hobie following a few feet behind her. You couldn’t get a word out, a piece of rubble pressing against your torso, cutting your breaths short. Another weak wheeze, this time coming from the walkie. Jessica froze at the noise before quickly swinging up to Miguel’s platform. “Who is that? Is that—Don’t tell me that’s y/n.” She said quickly. Hobie was already analyzing the holographic map on Miguel’s desk, typing the coordinates for your marker into his wristwatch before creating a portal. “Let’s go.”

You let out another weak wheeze, groaning in pain when the rubble shifted. Your right ankle was stinging, likely sprained, and your knee cap fractured from it hitting the tiled floor prior to the collapse. Your side felt wet and the rebar poking out of a chunk of concrete next to you easily explained why. The screech from the anomaly must’ve ruptured an eardrum, since you could feel the ticklish trickle of blood out of your ear. Your earpiece was knocked out, hidden somewhere in the rubble that pinned you down as you heard the distant sound of Miguel’s panicked voice coming from it. ‘Wonderful timing, boss.’ You thought to yourself as you let out a pained coughed, your throat coated in dust. Your vision started to fade in the midst of you trying to count how many fractures your ribs incurred.

The trio wasn't enough to get you out of the rubble, having to call over a dozen other spider people to aid in the search for you. The only thing keeping Miguel’s hopes up was the presence of a pulse that your wristwatch was picking up, Lyla closely monitoring it for any changes as per Miguel’s orders. He could feel his heart cracking at the edges at the sight of a few spider people gently pulling your unconscious body from the under rubble. They immediately applied pressure to your side due to a large gash from a piece of rebar as Miguel quickly opened a portal back to HQ, rushing you to the medical wing of the building.

Your eyes were hazy when you opened them, taking a few moments to adjust to the bright hospital lights, though the dizziness stayed. You reached a hand up to the nasal cannula, taking note of the tug from the IV in your arm. An IV. A cannula. Bright lights. You hated hospitals with a passion. You shot up in the bed, your body wracked with pain from both a terrible concussion as well as the broken ribs. Strong hands firmly gripped your shoulders, gently guiding you to lay back down on the bed as a soothing voice murmured to you, though you couldn't make out the words. You complied, reluctantly, though majorly because you didn't have the strength to protest.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you focused on a breathing technique to try and ease some of the pain from your array of broken and fractured ribs, though the pain was still agonizing even when you inhaled. Thank god for your pain tolerance, or this could be a lot more unbearable than it already is. You could faintly hear Miguel's unintelligible voice, but he kept a low tone to accomodate your ruptured eardrum. You felt soft fingers stroking the top of your left hand. Jess. She was on your left, Miguel on your right. You could feel a weight on your left leg. Pavitr. Gods, the boy looked up to you like you were an older brother to him. You couldn't imagine how stressed he must be to see you in this state.

You opened your eyes again after about ten minutes, slowly blinking as you let your eyes adjust to the harsh lighting above you. After you finally gained a good enough level of clarity, your sharp eyes began darting around the room, grabbing every little detail you could pick up without tilting your concussed head. You made eye contact with Jessica, who was tracing soft patterns into your forearm as she looked at you, a soft look in her eyes. She was like an older sister to you in a way, and even though you never acknowledged this, she knew.

Your eyes shifted over to Pavitr, who was sat in a chair closer to the end of the bed, practically hugging the lower half of your left leg. You had a brace around your right ankle and could feel the tight gauze wrapped around your thigh, hidden under the blankets. Your abdomen felt very snug, being tightly wrapped in gauze as well due to what you assumed was that wet feeling on your side from when you were under the rubble. The cut on your brow had a stitch and your lip was busted.

You could feel the tickle of Miguels breath against your upper arm, but you never looked over at him. His left hand was gripping your thick tricep like a lifeline while his right remained intertwined with yours. You refused to look at the man, and rightfully so. Had he been paying attention instead of getting distracted by god knows what, you wouldn't be in this uncomfortable situation. "Summary?" You asked Jessica in a raspy voice, your eyes were half-lidded as they focused on Pavitr's sleeping figure.

Miguel answered for Jessica. It ticked you off. You didn't want to hear his voice right now. "Sprained ankle, laceration in your right side, two fractured ribs, three broken, grade three concussion, gash in your right thigh, fractured knee cap, and a few cuts and bruises," Miguel replied quickly, "your lung collapsed, so you had a chest tube in but it was removed yesterday morning." You had a question on the tip of your tongue, but you knew Miguel would answer it before Jess could. "You've been out for six days." Miguel murmured, unknowingly answering said question. "We were worried sick." Bullshit. You had to resist the urge to say it aloud. This wouldn't have happened had he been paying attention and heard at least one of your three call outs.

Jess could see the anger flickering in your narrowed eyes as you focused on Pavitr again in an attempt to calm your nerves. She could feel your fingers twitching against her hand as you took quiet breaths. She was sure Miguel could feel the motions in your fingers too, since the man had his hand tightly threaded with yours. You didn’t have energy to be angry right now. You could feel a wave of exhaustion coming over you, making your eyelids heavier than they already were. You succumbed to the feeling, your eyes slowly shutting.

‘He didn’t even look at me.’ Was a repetitive thought in Miguel’s head over the next few weeks. He took notice in that behavior. How could he not? He didn’t blame you, but it didn’t stop him from feeling a flicker of jealousy when he saw you and your goddamn face on the cameras and how you looked at all the spider people who visited you with kindness. You even gave little smiles to a few with that pretty face of yours—Fuck, he needed to talk about that.

Miguel didn’t get too many chances to visit you throughout the weeks and when he did manage to, you were already asleep by the time he got there. He’d pull a chair next to your bed, staring at you in ways he didn’t could only dream of compared to when you were awake. He spend a few fours every other night just… analyzing you. Counting every vein that traveled up your forearm, staring at the thick lashes on your lower waterline, the broad chest that peeked out of your hospital shirt—Gods, how could you be equal parts pretty and handsome?

Tonight was the same routine, Miguel had snuck into the medical wing way past visiting hours, slinking into your hospital room. He stood in the doorway, listening to the quiet whistling sound your nose made when you inhaled as confirmation that you were asleep. He stepped in, sliding the door shut behind him before grabbing a chair at the entry, picking it up and gently setting it on the floor at your bedside.

He took a seat before pulling a small metal object from his pocket. A nail clipper. Miguel had noticed that your nails had gained a bit of length, not much, but enough for him to notice. Definitely not because he wanted a reason to touch your hands. He carefully sat himself on the edge of your hospital bed before gently lifting your hand that still had an IV in it.

The horny bastard nearly moaned at how heavy your hand felt in his. How were you so strong? You barely had free time to work out with how often you were hunting anomalies and there was no way chasing those guys alone would be enough, right? He carefully set your hand on his thigh, the warmth emitting from you causing a smile to spread across his face. Gods, this felt wrong.

The room was silent besides the occasional clicking noise of the nail clipper as he worked through your first hand, making sure to carefully round the edges of your nails. Your hands were so nice, saliva pooling in Miguel’s mouth that he had to swallow down as he ran the pads of his fingers over every vein that traveled up the top of your hand. His mind was wandering and god your fingers were thick. The thoughts came before he could stop them, imagining you sliding your heavy digits into his mouth, coating them in his saliva before sliding them inside him one by one—

Miguel leaned over you, gently lifting your untreated hand to rest in his before he began repeating the same ministrations he gave to the first. The closer proximity made the scent of you in his nose even stronger. Your musk was a bit of everything: comforting, arousing, warm, familiar. If he could have it as a cologne, he would. ‘Fuck, is something wrong with me?’ Miguel thought to himself as he leaned towards you, his nose inching closer to the pulse in your neck.

He couldn’t help himself, gently laying your hand back in its original position before dipping down, pressing his nose against the delicate skin of your neck. ‘Something’s wrong with me.’ He inhaled deeply, having to suppress a moan in his throat at the smell of you. He planted his hands next to your hips. Oh my god, speaking of which, your hips just seemed to move so fluidly with you when you walked. It wasn’t like you were just blatantly swaying them, but Miguel noticed the way they seemed to rise and lower in sync with your bulky thighs as you moved around his office.

‘You’re tempting me on purpose, you have to be.’ Miguel thought to himself as he indulged further, letting the tip of his cold nose press against the side of your throat as he breathed you in. ‘I’ve never acted like this about anyone in my life before. Why’re you so easy to obsess over?’ Miguel found himself watching the medical wing’s security cameras in his time, watching as you walked in the hall with Jess, using the wall as a slight support. You looked like a leviathan in the hallway, your tall, broad stature taking up a large portion of the hall and dwarfing Jessica. You had no idea how arousing just the sight of you was.

Miguel’s thoughts were cut off by the feeling of your firm, calloused hands wrapping around his waist, spreading your warmth to those areas. Miguel nearly choked on his breath, absolutely refusing to meet your gaze right now. He couldn’t look you in the eyes. God no. You just caught him in the fucking act.

Miguel kept his head tucked under your chin, a warm feeling coiling in his gut at the realization that your hands wrapped nearly entirely around his waist. How the hell was that even possible? The man was 6’9 yet you managed to make him feel small. How were you even possible? Oh my god, he couldn’t even imagine the view you’d get if you were to wrap those hands around his waist, keeping him in place as you pounded into hi—

“Miguel.”

You felt your hand twitch at the feeling of something cold brushing against your neck. A nurse? Or maybe just a nip of the cold breeze that carried throughout the wing? Nope. ‘Y/n.’ You weren’t thinking that. Why would you repeat your own name? Oh right, you aren’t alone in your body. ‘Venom?’ There was a moment of silence in your conscious. ‘That… man is here again. The human. The weird one.’ ‘Miguel?’ A beat of silence yet again. Venom didn’t like saying the man’s name, preferring to lightheartedly insult him when describing him. You’d always brushed off Venom’s insistence that Miguel had a thing for you. ‘He’s touching you. Again.’ It’s voice was a hiss. ‘What?’

You woke up before you could get a response, your eyes quickly adjusting to the dark room, Miguel’s sturdy figure illuminated by the moonlight peeking into the room. You could feel him twitch and his breath catch when you wrapped your hands around his noticeably narrow waist. Why you chose his waist, you didn’t know, the motion being almost instinctual. You could tell he didn’t want to look at you. How could he, when you just caught him practically burying his face into your neck? You had to break the silence, as much as you hated speaking.

“Miguel.”

Silence in response to your husky voice. You slid your hands up his waist, gripping the sides of his chest before pulling him away, taking note of how your thumbs pressed into the plump edges of his pecs. Miguel’s eyes were trained on your neck as his hands rested against the large muscle of your shoulders. His face was red. So red. This wasn’t Miguel. This didn’t look like the man who so easily scolded others and had a resting bitch face for hours on end. Or at least it didn’t look like it.

“Miguel.”

Your voice was a lot firmer this time, catching Miguel’s full attention as he slowly looked up at you, an innocent look in his eyes. Who was this? Surely this wasn’t the leader of the Spider Society in your hospital room. Who was this little minx that slinked into your room while you were unconscious? “Explain yourself.” You wanted to say more, but the soreness of your throat said otherwise. “I-I was cutting your nails.” Miguel’s voice was shaky. You never heard the man like this before. “And?” You asked inquisitively. He was silent, his eyes darting between each of your sharper ones. “And I was… checking your pulse…?” Miguel’s voice was nearly silent now, an obvious hesitation in his voice.

“You’re a wonderful liar, boss.” You stared him down, your piercing gaze practically demanding an answer. “I was smelling you.” He whispered it so quietly, you almost didn’t pick it up with your still recovering eardrum. “Why?” “Because… because I missed you.” Miguel’s voice was a murmur. Missed you? Why the hell did he miss you? “You wouldn’t miss me if you had been paying attention.” You had to address the elephant in the room.

“Y/n—” “No. Explain to me. Because I called out to you thrice and I got zero response.” Not now, not yet. Miguel wanted this conversation to wait till you were fully recovered. His eyes darted to the door he came in through, but you quickly caught on, sliding your hands down to his waist again and tightening your grip. Oh fuck, Miguel had to suppress a whimper at the feeling. “I-I was busy with Lyla and—” “It’s an earpiece. You would’ve heard me. Meaning you either removed it or muted it. Explain why.” “Y/n, please, you should really just—” “What were you doing that was so important?”

Miguel’s mind was reeling. A part of him wanted to run from this conversation but the other was loving the sound of your voice and the feel of your firm grip on his waist. “Y-You should just go back to be—” “Shut up.” Gods, you had an authority in your voice that silenced him immediately. The feeling of your firm finger wrapped around his waist had him tensing his arms, pleading with his body to send the rushing heat elsewhere.

“Miguel. I will tell Lyla to pull up the cameras in your office myself. Or I’ll send Venom to.”

There was no running from this. No way in hell. “I-I was touching myself.” There. It was out now. He said it. Were you happy? Who knows, cause Miguel screwed his eyes shut the moment he said it. “Touching yourself…” Your voice was lower, and had a hint of anger and confusion in it. “Yes.” Miguel practically gasped out the word, his face flaming in his embarrassment. He’d rather just tell the man then have him watch it himself on the cameras. “You expect me to believe that? That you were touching yourself? We were talking and then suddenly you went radio si—…Miguel.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. You connected the dots. Miguel wanted to crawl into a hole.

“Explain it. Now.” Miguel was quick in his response. “Y-You were breathing, and every fucking piece of audio was picked up, and-and I felt this heat in me. And then you groaned and I just—I just…” Your grip tightened around his waist again and Miguel couldn’t help it, letting out a soft whimper at your touch. “You couldn’t help yourself.” You murmured. Miguel nodded his head in shame, opening his eyes again, though they remain focused on your neck again.

“Miguel.” His eyes snapped up to yours, an unmistakable heat in your husky voice. “Go lock the door.”

Miguel stood so quickly that the chair next to your bed nearly got knocked over.

So… are we feeling a part two? 😏 or was this ass? Cause I’ll stop rn. Lmao.

[ravenhazes]

rebloging not only because im obsessed with the hannibal series but the fact of that your writing is so fucking good.

Dom male reader x will graham with breeding and exhibitionism kink. 😻😻

Also can i be "🐗" anon??

top!dom!reader x bottom!will graham (hannibal nbc)

contains: breeding kink, exhibitionism kink, lots of swearing, anal (character receiving), implied fbi teacher reader and will.

note: my first request ever, thank you! and i hope i write something you'll enjoy. feel free to ask for more, cause now you're my first anon and I'm a fan of the emoji you picked.

he had been asked to help in another outgoing case, you could tell by the amout of his classes that you had to fill in for. another good indicator of this was his mood. he'll become snappier if approached, grumpy when a conversation with another colleague would become too casual for his liking. but mostly he'd get horny. down bad looking for you in between breaks and shoving you in any room available to climb you like a tree and get you inside him horny.

maybe it was his way of letting go of all this feelings and thoughts inside his head when he was at a murder scene. when your dick was deep inside of him you could tell his mind was empty, his presence entirely here, enjoying every physical pleasure that you could provide him with.

"could you maybe get in any time today?" always desperate, like he was in a rush. you ignored his mean tone, enjoying instead of the view that came from undoing every button of his shirt. his jeans were already out of the way on the floor, poor needy thing had pushed you into one small classroom designed for fewer agents, already biting and provoking, demanding for your touch as you closed the door.

the lock didn't worked on this one, and you voiced this concern knowing well how much he liked the idea of being caught. it was obvious from other encounters and his choice of places that a part of him was thrilled every time you mentioned the sound of someone coming near the door, of another class in the next auditorium and today was no different. even as you touched and gripped at his now exposed torso his eyes wandered to the door, pupils blown and you could picture the view you two made.

clothing in the floor, teacher and special agent will graham up in the desk with you between his legs. you jerked his cock a couple times, making him whimper and frown. "just fuck me already" another demand that you intended to ignore as well but then he reached with a hand to his ass, moaning with eyes closed as he pulled a small butt plug from his hole. the sound was wet and lewd and you unconsciously pressed your thumb there, confirming what the sound made you think. "i– i already prepared everything. shit, i'm so wet you could probably shove it just like that. c'mon"

he had filled himself with as much lube as he could, putting the plug to keep himself from dripping in the corridors, at the places he probably visited to investigate the newest serial killer pattern. all while being stuffed and ready to be fucked. you guess even if he's a demanding piece of shit you have to give credit to his pretty face and initiative, and so you push your whole thumb without a warning first.

"FUCK. no, no, want you– mghh.. your cock" he really craved it, he was almost at the point you loved the most, when he starts sounding really needy. you fuck him with your finger a little more, adoring his squirming frame and already sweaty face. "your cock, your cock" he won't say please, he has already told you this before, so the whiney almost crying like tone you get from him is close enough and you pull your thumb out, watching him already hooking his feet at your back while you guide your dick right in.

And just like he said it's really not much resistance, but enough so to make him wail and moan, louder than he should given the place you're both in, but he's too far gone. as he adjusts to the fullness he goes down to properly lay in the desk, one hand taking his own member, the other grabbing an edge to keep his body from jumping away from you when you start thrusting. "fucking finally. yeah, yeah, like that, yesyes mgghh" a sudden rush of air from the top small windows is enough to make the door move slightly, sounding as if someone was gently pushing it.

will's body jerks at this, and you can clearly see how he squeezes his dick to keep himself from coming, but the movement makes his walls hug tigh your into your length, inviting you to improve your rhythm. you hold his hips, hearing the desk legs squeak against the floor from the movement that proceeds. you thrust into graham hard and fast, seeing his sweat accumulate in his forehead and even the skin in his torso glistening. his mouth is open, murmuring swears as his eyes cross out up his empty head.

this is why he needs you, to reach this state. and as your climax feels near you're reminded of the second thing he needs you for. you hit his prostate, and it's the signal he takes as to guess you're near. "inssss-ide" he whispers, slurring, as he always does at this point. he repeats the word, fearing you could ever forget what he needs to properly cum with you. even as his mind is gone his words come back suddenly, needy. "say it, 'mm-close, so close. keep it in, inside"

you're near too, and as you abuse his prostate with erratic thrusts the words he wants to hear pour out. "you want my cum inside, yes? want to get knocked out, don't you?" he keens, brows together and his right hand working again in his dick. "you think i'm reaching your womb now? i'll fill it up so much you'll be carrying more than one baby" more moans, his body tensing up and toes curling. "here it goes" is your only warning before you give a last deep shove, and even if you're enjoying to finally let go you can tell he's more thrilled.

his body seizes and he throws his head up as your hot seed fills up his insides. even if your thrusting has stopped he's tightening his ass, his dick left forgotten in his abdomen as white ropes paint his sweaty skin. "that's it, milk my cock. don't let any drop go to waste". he shudders, clearly not expecting to hear your voice again but he complies, riding his climax while getting filled. when it's too much for either of you, you pull out slowly, using your fingers to stop your seed from escaping his used hole. he hands you the butt plug and once again he's stuffed.

he doesn't say thank you, he has told you that in the past too, but he does bite into your shoulder when you help him sit down in the desk, his breathing still agitated. you don't see eye to eye as you both fix your clothing or clean the space, but there's a mutual understanding that this will keep happening, and you can't wait for the next session.

[ravenhazes]

the funny thing abt this is that the same thing happened to me, i was scrolling when i saw some account that had “20+ DNI”. they’re 14 writing smut about IRL actors that are decades older than them!?

it creeped me the fuck out like HUH

i just saw an adults dni page huh????

YEAH I’VE SEEN THEM TOO, AND IT’S MINORS WRITING SMUT.

[ravenhazes]

I cant figure out if my blogs theme should be black n white or black n red perhaps a mix of both ???

[ravenhazes]

i love your account

This jus made me so happy stop it!! 😭

[ravenhazes]

hi!!

could i request a drabble or smth with male reader and ftm dick grayson. maybe some somniphilia - like he’s coming home from a mission and reader is sleeping but dick is horny so he rides reader. or smth like that

late nights

— pairing ; trans!dick grayson x male reader

cw: somnophilia & dub-con.

you slowly opened your eyes as you felt a shift in the bed and a familiar warmth surrounding your lower half. looking down, you watch through your blurred vision as dick lowers himself onto you and he groans at the contact as he adjusts to you. he began to move his hips, each moan growing louder and louder as his grip tightens on your waist. 

he looks over at you, eyes widening immediately. “ah– fuck, i’m so sorry.. I couldn’t help– agh!” you buck your hips into him and you felt as he tightly clenched around you. “needy whore, huh? needed to use me to get off so badly,” you hissed as you grabbed ahold of his hips, changing the speed as you guided him on your cock. he let out a cry as you kept him pinned down against you, unable to shift as each movement felt like you were tearing him apart.

dick attempted to move away but your grip on his hips only tightened, “wh– i’m sorry, please sir!”

you snickered at his pleas, continuing your movements. “isn’t this what you wanted? relief?”

your painful thrusts coursed through his body as a guttural mewl escaped his mouth, but you knew he enjoyed this as the sounds of his wetness filled the air and coated your cock.

“i’m close…” he murmurs, but you slow down your pace and he whines at your sudden change of mind. you move your hips slowly, making sure he feels every inch of you. 

“you think i’ll let you off that easy? i’ll make you feel everything.”

[ravenhazes]

the urge to follow everyone who follows me back is so strong 💔

[ravenhazes]

Feral! Miguel O'Hara x Top! Male Reader

Summary: Miguel returns to his personal break room after a fight to heal, but forgets to replenish his spider DNA serum, turning him feral. since you’re a spiderman similar to him, he needs to be fucked to be stabilized.

words: 3k

warnings: breeding, wrestling, anal sex, biting, smut

A tired Miguel emerged into his personal break room as a portal from an alternate reality closed behind him. He had spent the last few hours fighting and capturing another anomaly in the wrong multiverse. Body aching from being thrown into buildings, throat parched from yelling orders along with being mentally drained from an old lady that repeatedly hit him as he tried to direct her to safety. Slumping tiredly onto his couch, groaning as he continued to sink into the comfort. He remained still, quietly waiting for his supernatural abilities to kick in and do the healing for him then realized that it was progressing much slower than usual. Soon everything began to heat up around him, pupils dilating and contracting and the suit felt more tightening.

He attempted to stand on his feet before a wave of intense pain and pleasure washed over him causing him to fall, landing on the hard floor. Claws protruding unwillingly from his fingers, muscles tense as his breathing picked up from the sudden wave of heat, fangs feeling much heavier in his mouth. Miguel felt helpless laying on the ground, gasping as it continued to ripple throughout his body after realizing too late that he forgot to intake the serum after returning.

“F-fucking shit, this c-can’t be hap-happening! Not now!” Miguel spat out through gritted teeth as he attempted to resist the sensation sweeping over him, dick growing increasingly aroused. Moaning as he began dryly humping the ground for any form of friction to ease his growing needs. He didn’t even hear any approaching footsteps until an all-too-familiar voice spoke through a door, cursing under his breath. That was the last word he said before fully succumbing to his desires, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

“What couldn’t be happening?” You asked through the door. You were with Miguel earlier, along with the other spider people, captured an anomaly stuck in the wrong dimension. The man in question had asked to see you after imprisoning the anomaly in a trap box to report on the current status of the last reality. When you came up to his office which was seemingly empty, you scanned around the room until your senses began tingling; warning that a strange presence radiated from a rather hidden door in the back. Tracking it down, you honed your hearing to any noises present coming from the door. Only to then discern it was Miguel, making questionable noises that were having an odd affect on you. A flicker of a small flame, lit within you.

“Miguel? Are you alright? I’m getting strange vibes in there. Talk to me.”

You could hear incomprehensible speech and hissing as a loud thunk crashed onto the ground, followed by a low moan. Your face slowly heats up at the possible thoughts of what may be occurring, but this wasn’t the time for your silent desires held for the man to emerge.

Hand on the knob you twisted it before speaking out, “I’m going to open the door if you don’t stop me right now!” You could hear scattering as the door opened, revealing what appears to be a softly dimmed room. Carefully stepping in, you looked around and noticed claw marks on the floor and walls, along with a table flipped over. After completing a full circle around the room, you placed your hands on your hips confused when your senses could not pick up a presence.

"What is this, hide and seek? Thought you said it was childish when I did it to you-" You were cut off as you were tackled to the ground, a strong grip on your shoulders pinning you down. Pain surged as the claws teared into your skin. Peering up at your attacker was Miguel, who looked more feral than usual as he towered over your face, angrily bearing his fangs. His head turned to the side of your neck, grazing over your veins before sinking his fangs - lapping at the blood spilling. You let out a groan, feeling your dick stirring at the action. The flame within you grew brighter, enough to light up a small campfire.

“Hey now, if you wanted to initiate something with me. This wasn’t really what I had in mind, yanno?” You quipped, attempting to push him off with your legs. Though it seemingly felt useless as he’s much stronger than you in terms of strength. Detecting resistance, he growled pushing you deeper into the ground until his body shuddered and let out a soft whine, losing power over you. Taking the opportunity, you quickly switched your positions around before exerting force to his wrists above his head, locking his legs around yours at the same time.

“It’s over Miguel, I have the high ground. So let’s start talking, yeah?” You said, taking the time to fully analyze his current state as he thrashed around, attempting to break free.

His hair was disheveled from its usual swept back appearance, brown eyes tinted with red, and lips lightly stained with blood from what would be assumed of yours. What mainly held your attention was the hard dick pressed up against your own, albeit not as hard… yet. More logs, added to the flame. Paying even more attention, Miguel had long since begun rutting on you, releasing soft whines that progressively got louder. Face flushed, his cries got louder until moved your hand down to his hips, forcing them to still.

Upset by your actions, he began squirming once again in your grasp trying to gain any friction on his straining dick. Entertained by this you let out a chuckle at his actions, “I didn’t take you for a bitch in heat Miguel. I don’t mind fucking you senseless if that’s what you want.”

For the first time, your words seemed to have been processed in his mind. Perhaps at the words “bitch” and “fucking you senseless” was all he took away. And from what you could interpret, Miguel seemed to be more compliant as he waited, staring into your eyes for your next move.

You trailed your hand from his hip across his torso, feeling the toned firm abs on your palm. Closing your eyes, you heightened your sense of what his soft skin must feel like underneath. It wasn’t your first time running your hands along his abs, as you had decided to join his customary workout session. More like you invited yourself claiming that steel-ton trucks weren’t going to be handled by just anyone. He begrudgingly sighed refusing to argue although he didn’t put up much of a fight and the next morning you stood in front of the gym, duffel bag slung across your shoulders with Miguel at your side.

The gym had been far greater than your own personal gym’s dimension, but what really made the place shine was watching a slightly sweaty Miguel performing curl ups beneath you as you held down his legs. He didn’t ask you to but rolled his eyes while hearing you proclaim that proper positioning of the feet were important to ensure a safe workout. His face was lightly scrunched as he focused on completing his sets, your eyes lingered on his chest that were more profound and round each time he came up and traveled to his torso, abs showing due to sweat clinging onto the shirt. You didn’t even realize Miguel had finished his sets and begun looking up at your face as he laid on the ground, chest heaving, trying to maintain his normal breathing.

The tension was palpable between you two, as it had been whenever you were both left alone in a room. Moving your hands from his legs, tracing at his abs but before you could slip your hands under his shirt to feel more, a stranger rudely interrupted your rather boner-inducing moment by asking to use the area if you both were done. Miguel let out an annoyed click before standing, clearing his stuff out and proceeded to the pull up bars. You stared daggers into the strangers back, gritting your teeth, before returning to completing the rest of your workout, huffing as you went along and closed your eyes embedding the view into your head; opening them at the sight of Miguel’s thrashing beneath you as your mind had carried you elsewhere away from him. Hear swarmed within your body, as much bigger logs fueled the flames.

You let out a chuckle and gripped at his suit before tearing the fabric apart on his thighs. Asking that he’d forgive you later, Miguel hissing at you before quivering, at the cold hands felt on his skin. Palming his dick on your hands, not willing to give him just what he wants so soon. Miguel let out a drawled moan as he pushed hips up, applying more pressure on his leaking dick, aching for more.

No longer able to resist your own throbbing prick, you removed your hand from his cock and went to release your own from its imprisonment, making the mistake as your grip on his wrists loosen. Miguel seized the opportunity and broke free, wrestling your own arms for control. Snarling as he pushed you back slightly which was short lived as your hand returned — after managing to pull your pants down — grabbing at his arms and flipping him around, laying flat on his stomach. You pressed the side of his head into the floor, hissing at his ear.

“Stay down like the bitch you are and take it.” you snapped shoving three of your fingers into his mouth, lining your cock at his cheeks, fucking those fat globes hidden underneath his tight suit. Tearing at the fabric, giving you more leverage to his ass. Miguel moans around your fingers, sucking and coating them in his spit as you increase the pace. “Gonna fill you up so good,” you huffed into his neck, marking the sensitive skin, “Won’t stop till you’re full of my seed, carrying my kids.” Miguel whimpered, cock twitching at the thought of being bred so thoroughly in order to carry your children inside of him.

You purred into his ear, loving the way he began losing himself more to the pleasure. “You like that? Breed you full of my kids inside your cunt, huh?” Miguel whines got louder, desperately moving his hips further against your own in response. You slipped your fingers out his mouth, rimming around his entrance before slipping inside. At first, you toyed with him, simply thrusting it in and swirling it around, but hearing his broken whimpers you curled the finger relishing at the sounds.

Miguel’s face altered between pain and pleasure as you slipped the second finger in. Stretching the ring in scissoring motions as he jerked weakly back into your fingers, cock straining against his torso, swollen tip leaking onto the floor desperately wishing for more.

You tutted at his actions, shoving his hips down on the ground — digging your nails into his side. “Last warning love, I’ll have to web you down on this floor. Is that what you want?” Miguel turned to his side, face flushed and glaring into your eyes, a low growl emitting from his throat that was cut off with a yelp as you inserted a third finger. You pump your fingers in and out of his entrance, watching as he slightly arched his back and let out small mewls of pleasure. You could feel him forcibly relaxing as you readied him for your cock.

After a few more of these ministrations, you removed your fingers from and spat at your hand, coating your erection, aligning at his puckering hole. The thought of thrusting in with the lack of decent preparation crossed your mind as it would be pleasurable, but the second Miguel was sane he’d tear you to half, refusing to allow you anywhere near him. For a while at least. Flames had turned into a roaring bonfire, slowly dissipating your desire to hold back.

Taking it slow, you eased your way in, groaning as the tight crevice swallowed you deeper. Miguel gasped at the intrusion, squirming away as you plunged deeper into his, settling fully inside him. Your senses melting at the seams as intense flames of pleasure surged throughout your body, letting out a keen growl into his ear. The unknown wave of heat continued to boil within you, huffing steams of hot air from your nostrils. Your eyes slightly tinted red peering back at his own.

“Fuck, you feel so good baby, so fucking tight for me” you growled into his ear, nuzzling your face into his neck. “So fucking tight for me, gonna make you my personal cum dump.”

Miguel whimpered, closing his eyes and buried his head into the floor while the pain of the stretch died and anticipation of getting fucked full arose. He wiggled his hips back, hoping to entice your animalistic urge that you’ve been holding back to give him adequate time to adjust. You cooed at his submission to you and rewarded him with continuous hard thrusts, shoving your cock as deep as you could, flames consuming your entire body.

Miguel’s eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out, letting out broken cries, clamping down around your cock. There was a mix of pain at the brutal thrusts as he didn’t have the best preparation, but that didn’t matter as he continued to beg, throwing his ass back to meet your pace. Garbling nonsensical strings of ‘words’ that were stuck in his throat, cries of pleasure coming up instead.

You keened as you put more pressure into the grip on his hip, releasing your hold on his wrists and rammed your cock in, molding his ass so it would remember only you and your shape. The thought reeling you deeper into the unconscious, leaving only your carnal desires to devour you whole along with dumping all your cum into the man below, belly round - full of your cum. Miguel clawed at the ground bracing himself as you continued your onslaught, drool pooling at the edge of his mouth. He could barely think straight, the only thing he can remember is sitting at his chair before a scalding heat washed over him and now he’s being fucked into oblivion until his desire to be thoroughly bred satiated.

Miguel pressed his hips back and rocked against yours, not wanting to waste any drop of cum that could fertilize his children carrying within him. Seeing Miguel so pliant to be fucked full of your cum drove you to the edge, biting his neck which left a dark mark. Though it wasn’t enough to break skin, it will warn others that the bitch was claimed and to stay away. Either way, the reaction that got out of the submissive man was a choked sob, body trembling before spurts of cum sprayed on his chest, dripping onto the floor. He collapsed underneath you, but still weakly tightened his hole around your cock, determined to milk it for all it’s worth.

Your thrusts became erratic as you neared closer and closer to eruption. Panting heavy into his ear you snarled, “Fu- fucking shit, here it comes baby. Don’t spill any of it bitch, got it?” Miguel whimpered, but obeyed as he mustered up all his remaining strength to clench his hole. Pushing your chest against his back, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you soon let out a groan, hips jerking before stilling altogether. Strings of curses leaving your mouth, swearing that for a small moment your soul ascended towards a warm comforting light.

Miguel was in a similar disheveled state as you, though slightly worse off. His face laying in a pool of his own drool, red eyes dimmed as his brown eyes returned, claws

retracting into his fingers and ass quivering to hold in your cum, slowly reaching its end.

You rolled to the side, cock still lodged in Miguel and ran your hand along his side, stopping to caress his stomach, feeling a slight bump that was undoubtedly your cum. Which was almost concerning as you had never come this much before, much less been this aggressive during sex with anyone, but you shrugged it off assuming that it was just different with Miguel, curling your arms around him. Speaking of the man, he let out a groan as he shakily turned his body to face you. Eyes piercing into your soul, face contorted in slight anger. You chuckled and ran your hand in his hair, caressing the side of his face, whipping off the drool gently.

“Welcome back my charming beast. Did your dashing prince break the curse?” You smiled, watching as Miguel huffed and rolled his eyes at you.

“It wasn’t a curse, I just lacked the necessary genes of a spider and lost control a little. It’s a side effect of sorts.”

“A little?” You eyed, glancing at the room covered in claw marks that matched the scratches on your shoulders and arms.

Miguel turned to the side, mouth creased.

“I’m sorry, this was a first for me too… I’ve never attacked someone before,” he quietly muttered under his breath. Seeing this, you huddled him close into your arms and kissed the top of his temple.

“Hey now, it’s alright. Nothing I can’t handle anyway, you forgetting that I’m Spider-Man?“ You chided, pressing your forehead against his. A small smile gracing his face as you both quietly waited to regain your strength. Falling in a trance of listening to one another's breathing, body’s conjoined as one.

“Say, when you were working on that DNA thing, was there a little bit of wolf involved?”

“No there wasn’t, stop talking. You’re ruining the moment.”

“So it’s just a cute little kink of yours to be bred by me?”

“We are NOT having this conversation.”

“My dick is literally still in you.”

Miguel grumbled and made a weak effort of pushing away from you, but you laughed it off, pulling him closer.

a/n: hey y’all, it’s a little bit late but here it is, in all it’s smutty glory. i would also like to say that my eyes have been opened to a much softer side of Miguel as a soccer mom, but because of a bastard on my tiktok fyp, there is an angst ending in my mind that could be separated from the main, if one wishes to remain in la-la-land. i might write up a lil on that world to see how it'd work, not sure when it'd drop. but because of this smut, my brain kept making different branches of miguel getting fucked and it won’t stop plaguing my mind so those are in the works, one of them including jealousy towards lego spider-man… hope y'all enjoyed this.

that being said, leon’s fic is up next to be dropped though i might be a smidge late on that. apologies. if you are interested in that, you the reader purchase an experimental drug that heals wounds made by the merchant. you give it to a wounded leon who later on notices changes in his body, specifically his chest as stains show up on his shirt... around his nipples...

[ravenhazes]

WRITELIST ! — who I write for

more will be added as time goes on

Call Of Duty

Keegan P. Russ, John Price John, "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick,  Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, König, David "Hesh" Walker, Logan Walker, Thomas A. Merrick, Alex Keller, Phillip Graves, Vladimir Makarov

The Walking Dead (haven’t seen)

Rick Grimes, Negan Smith, Daryl Dixon

Resident Evil

Luis Serra Navarro, Chris Redfield, Leon Scott Kennedy, Carlos Oliveira, Albert Wesker, Ethan Winters

Red Dead Redemption 2 (haven't finished)

Arthur Morgan, Dutch van der Linde

The Last Of Us (Game)

Joel Miller, Tommy Miller

DC universe - (games included)

Batman | Bruce Wayne, Red Hood/Arkham Knight | Jason Todd, Catwoman | Selina Kyle, The Riddler | Edward Nashton, Nightwing | Dick Grayson, Superman | Clark Kent, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Green Lantern | Hal Jordon, Aquaman | Arthur Curry, Joker | all, Harley quinn | Harleen Quinzel, Poison Ivy, John Constantine, Death Stroke | Slade Wilson

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Stephen Strange, Tony Stark, Namor, Eddie Brock/Venom, Wade Wilson, Matt Murdock

Spiderverse

Miguel O’Hara, Peter B. Parker, Spider Noir, Aaron Davis, Jeff Morales, The Spot, Hobie Brown

Avatar

Jake Sully, Neytiri, Ronal, Tonowari, Quaritch

Slashers - (shows, movies etc)

Billy Loomis, Stu Macher,

Criminal Minds - (REQUEST NOW)

Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan

just request anyone

[ravenhazes]

Making trans!price squirt at the same time that you make him admit you’re the best he’s ever had? 🙈

Trans!Captain John Price x Male Reader Warnings: Fingering, afab terms used.

You have one leg coiled around his, resting your weight half on top of him to stop his squirming as he desperately tries to buck into your fingers, the wetness audible every time you plunge them deeper inside. He’s getting close again, the walls of his cunt fluttering around your fingers.

“What do we say?” You ask, purposefully scraping your teeth against the edge of his jaw. He shakes his head, so much so that you have to back off before he headbutts you.

At his reluctance you slow your fingers, pulling them out to shallowly fuck into him, fingertips barely dipping inside. Price wraps a hand around your bicep, chest heaving as his orgasm fizzles away. “No no no,” he chants, and it has your cock throbbing, reducing such a powerful man to a pleading mess. 

“You know what you have to say John.” You push your fingers slightly further and he relents, a moan punching out of his chest at the returning sensation.

“No one can compare,” He pants out, a chorus of moans pouring from belly-deep when you reward him by plunging your fingers as deep as they can and curl them, rubbing against his sensitive spot of nerves. His grip tightens, “You’re the best I’ve ever had,” he continues, brain working overtime to ramble out anything that will keep you going.

“Yeah, is that right?” You question, wondering just how far you can get him to go.

“Yes, yes-” the schlik, schlik, schlik is back, your whole hand dripping in his arousal. “Best I’ve ever-” his orgasm hits him like a freight train, body desperately arching and almost bucking you off to chase your fingers as his cunt sucks them in. A wave of fluid gushes from around your digits, splashing up your arm and you hear the plap, plap, plap of it hitting the bed sheets. His whole body shakes, cunt clenching and unclenching like a vice until he collapses witha  shaky breath, legs twitching.

[ravenhazes]

stop why do i sound so goofy “some of the spicy”

what was i on seriously ⁉️

1 fic of the 10ft blue man?? maybe readers apart of the metkayina clan and the reader has to teach the blue man the metkayina ways then some of the spicy happens 👀

I’ve been stalking everyones page waiting for someone to put him in their asks. 👨‍🦯

⠀⠀ newcomers.

pairing. jake sully x top metkayina male reader.

author’s note. can na'vi get goosebumps

content. acquaintances to (?), neytiri is somewhere but she ain't here, handjob, blowjob, deepthroating, throat bulge, sir kink, size difference, lots of talk about spit, cut short because i got lazy.

you had been assigned by tonowari to help jake sully learn how to be metkayina.

now, at first, you would complain. but, once you got a closer look at jake, you'd quickly change your mind. your eyes drifted over his body, paying special attention to his thighs, his hips, and his arms. you could imagine yourself grabbing them, pulling him close, holding them while you fuck him.

eywa, you can't be thinking of these things.

though, you may not be the only one.

jake noticed you, in the crowd as he arrived, out of everyone, you stuck out. not because of your looks, but because of your demeanor. your gaze was piercing, your build intimidating, everything about you was assertive yet calm, something he liked.

it made him wonder how you would be like if irritated, if angry. and maybe, just maybe, he would find out soon.

you heard a familiar voice, ears twitching as the man you've been fantasizing about walks to you. he seemed to pause once he realized it was you, though recovered quickly. "where is olo'eyktan?" he would ask, bringing two of his fingers to his forehead and down, the physical gesture of 'i see you'. you'd copy this motion. "olo'eyktan will not be here to teach you. he had to attend to the tsahìk."

a nod is given, jake showing he understood.

first, you would start with breathing techniques.

"breathe deep, from here." your hand would rest just below his ribs, pressing firmly against his skin, causing goosebumps to develop along his arms. your touch was warm, warm enough to heat his entire body. "focus, jake. breathe." you interrupted his thoughts, jake immediately following your orders, as if his life depended on it. you took note of that, keeping your palm where it was.

his chest rises and falls, your eyes watching his every move. it made him feel almost, vulnerable. and fuck, he liked it.

once again, you snap him out of whatever daze he was in. "are you taking this seriously." despite your relaxed tone, the words spoken made it clear you were annoyed. and for a mere second, he considered saying no, just to see what would happen. "yes, yes, of course. i just, ..there's a lot on my mind." he looked to the ground, before two fingers pressed on his jaw, guiding him until he looked back at you. "you must focus. do not look away from me."

shit.

he'd try to focus, he would, but once your fingers started moving, he couldn't. you would attempt to teach him sign language, but all he could see was your digits. they were thick, long, and moved so confidently, skillfully.

"jake." his heart began to beat faster, eyes slowly looking into yours. his pupils had widened overtime, irises thinning. his ears were pressed against his scalp, with his jaw clenched. anyone could tell he was distracted, and you could only assume it was by one thing. you.

silence would surround you both, your fingers grabbing his chin, thumb running across his lower lip. "..is this what you want?" he nods, but you didn't seem satisfied with that. "yes.. please."

now he was on his knees, stripped naked, hand wrapped around your cock, and drooling onto it to make it slick. wet strokes are given, even wetter kisses placed on the head. though, he was hesitating to go any further. he has thought of doing this many times before, yet didn't have any experience with it. he wanted to savor it, but didn't know how to do it properly. "deeper." you mumble, hands running through his dreads, tugging them harshly to get your point across.

a moan escapes his lips, "yes sir, sorry sir." he doesn't even remember the last time he called someone that. ever since he became toruk makto, leader of the omatikaya, he's never had to, unlike his military days. but, you seemed to bring back that side of him, who would listen to every order spoken by someone who was seen as his higher-up. and similar to every other thing you do, he loved it.

his would take your tip between his lips, forcing himself down until you hit the back of his throat, making him gag. tears gather in his eyes, now pulling off to cough. "jake, you are going to hurt yourself." he gulps, confusion written all over his expression. "i, i thought that's what you wanted." you shake your head, the grip you had on his hair loosening.

"stop thinking." a shiver runs up his spine. "just open your mouth. i will do all the work." he does as told, tongue lolling out of his mouth. he listened so well, and to think he used to be the one giving demands. "good." your voice was low, and despite how he just barely heard the praise, his thighs rub together; desperate for stimulation.

you grab the back of his head, grasping onto the base of his kuru, a whimper leaving him before your dick slips between his parted lips. and jake would do nothing, merely leaving his jaw slack for you. your pace was slow, considerate, allowing him to adjust to your size piece by piece. halfway down, and droplets had collected at his eyelashes, then left streaks trailing along his cheeks once they fell. your free hand gently caresses and wipes away the dried tears on his face. it would calm him, just enough so you could reach into his throat, only gagging slightly as he takes you deep. so deep, that you could see yourself bulge from his neck. that same hand would move to touch the protrusion.

an almost gurgled sound came from him, dull nails digging into the skin of your calves, spit pooling at your balls. eventually, you let him off, his own saliva covering the lower half of his face with strings still connecting him to your cock. swallowing, jake looks to you for instruction, mouth wide open. and again, you guide him back down onto you, groaning at how his throat clenched around you every time you thrusted in, and how he nosily sucked up your pre-cum every time you pulled out. he was getting more into as time went on, actually putting in some effort instead of letting you take full control, yet his eyes crossed as if no thought passed through his brain.

you wonder, how long will it take to break him?

[ravenhazes]

so real, where is the peter recognition 💔

Everyone talks about Miguel's mantits, but no one gives Peter's mantits any attention!

Just imagine how much he would blush when you kiss his chest after a long day of being Spider-Man as he is sprawled on the bed, so tired and vulnerable. He moans so loudly when his nipple slips into your hot mouth, yet he doesn't admit he likes it. But he doesn't push you away when you lick and suck on him like your life depends on it. He buckles his chest into your face while covering his face from embarrassment. You could drive him close to orgasm just by handling his pecks in your hands, massaging his chest with your fingers and tongue.

If you'll want him to give you a titjob, Peter will blush profusely, but won't complain and takes his shirt off a little too eagerly for someone who claims to be not that much into it. As your cock glides between his pecs, the tip will occasionally hit his tongue which he so lovingly sticks out to taste your pre. After you'll come on his face, Peter will lick your come off of his face and complain about cleaning up the mess you two made. But in the aftermath, he shyly asks when is the next time you're going to do this with him again.

[ravenhazes]

I’m going feral and I haven’t even read it yet. 

behind closed doors

Pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Male Reader Summary: The team wonders if they should be worried about you and Kyle, but they don’t know what happens when the two of you are alone. Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only. Praising, lots of kissing, unprotected anal, orgasms. Tagging since it fits in with a request: @alligatorstomachacid

“Uhhh, Capt’n? Do we need tae break em’ up?” Soap questions, eyeing you and Gaz circling each other like vultures. The two of you have been sparring for a while now, exchanging blows and reprimands steadily.

Price opens his mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a hissed “Oof” after Gaz suddenly lunges, bringing his knee up and connecting with your side with enough force to make you recoil backwards.

Gaz tuts, the noise sounding disapproving to the on-lookers, “You’re still not working on that weak spot.” Already back in position he waits for your counter, a barely contained grin threatening to spread across his face. He’s toying with you, and seems to be enjoying it just a bit too much.

You huff, moving back to steady yourself. Wasting no time you surge forward and plant one hand on his chest as your leg kicks the back of his, knocking him off balance and pushing him to the ground, quickly clambering on to plant your weight on top of him and hold a wrist in each hand. “Looks like you aren’t either, Kyle.”

If he left the two of you to your own devices Price knows you’d spend hours sparring, so he intervenes. “That’s enough you two.” When you and Gaz both look up at him, one brow furrows. “I don’t need you two beating the hell out of each other.”

Reluctantly, you release Gaz and stand back up, offering him a hand. He accepts and you help pull him up, only for Soap to saddle up with a grin. “Looks like you two can get along.”

Price must hear when you open your mouth, about to tell Soap to fuck off, but with a sharp glare he stops you in your tracks. Instead, you shake your head, gathering your bag full of training supplies and slinging it over your shoulder to head towards the showers, not without sticking your middle finger up over your shoulder. 

It must work, because you hear Gaz snort with laughter, followed by a sarcastic “Tha’s not very nice,” from Soap.

* * *

“Fuck,” you groan, voice muffled as you tuck into Kyle’s neck. “You feel so good,” you sigh out, body coming to a grinding halt as you wait, letting Kyle adjust around you. He throws his head back, taking steadying breaths as he gets used to your cock stretching him out.

When he’s finally ready, he makes a noise of discontent, hand cradling the back of your neck to encourage you to come face-to-face with him. You huff a gentle laugh, kissing him on the lips, “Is this better?”

Kyle nods his head when you inch away, stomping down the whine that was bubbling as you move your head back. “Yeah, wanted to see your face.” 

A shiver rocks through his body when you trail your hands so gently across his skin. “Am I ok to move?” you question, cock begging for relief.

“Please,” Kyle begs, arms coming up to link around your neck as you slowly start rocking your hips, soft groans pouring from you both as you easily fall into a rhythm. He nudges your nose with his every time he wants a kiss, basking in the closeness, and he just about melts when one gentle hand comes up to cup his face, thumb brushing against the scar on his cheek.

“You’re taking me so well,” you purr, rolling your hips into his tight heat, hands dropping to hold onto his hips. His legs tighten around your waist, encouraging you to keep going as he rocks with you, pushing back against you so you’re intertwined, moving as one.

Moans fill the air, Kyle’s cock hard and dripping against his stomach. When you move one hand to grasp his shaft and begin stroking he gasps and arches into your touch, pleading, “Go- go faster.” 

Even if it was supposed to be slow and sensual you can’t say no to him, nodding your head. “Anything you want.” Gradually you pick up speed, the increased pace sending blooms of pleasure through your body. Kyle is close too, his toes beginning to curl behind you as with the new pace you jab, jab, jab at his prostate, the combined sensations hurtling him rapidly towards new heights.

“Oh fuck, fuck, I’m so close,” he babbles, head rolling back against the pillows as his hands grip onto your biceps. 

“Are you gonna cum for me?” You ask, Kyle vigorously nodding his head in response.

“Yes, yes, I’m gonna-” he cuts himself off with a sharp intake as your thumb brushes over his slit, his cock twitching in response before he’s moaning, cock pulsing in your hand as he shoots his orgasm over his chest, ropes splashing against the skin, his hole clenching around you in time with the ripples of pleasure spreading throughout his body.

Keeping up your thrusts you praise him through his orgasm, “That’s it, did so well for me Kyle.” His eyes are glossy, dazedly sliding shut when the overwhelming urge to kiss him wins, your mouth capturing his own.

Kyle whines when you pull away to focus on driving your hips forwards, your own orgasm creeping closer and closer, “I know, I’m close,” you plead, brain too fogged to apologise for the overstimulation you’re putting him through.

He can tell when you’re about to snap, your thrusts losing their pattern. “Inside,” he demands just in time. With a few, final jerks of your hips, you’re unloading inside, cum stuffing him full.

Your arms weaken, losing their strength as you collapse against him, Kyle whispering words you can’t hear into your temple as your heart pounds in your ears with the intensity of your orgasm. 

As the rest of your senses trickle back to you you’re aware of Kyle holding you, a hand stroking up and down your spine while the other combs through your hair. When you muster the strength to move your head he’s smiling down at you, eyes shining with adoration. You lazily smile back, pushing yourself up enough just so that you can place a chaste kiss against his lips, one that he immediately tries to continue.

“Hi,” he laughs, now that you’re finally back in the room.

“Hi,” you beam back, a warm feeling settling in your chest. With an exhausted sigh Kyle lets his head fall back against the pillows, eyes closing for a moment. “Hey,” you start, only continuing once Kyle is looking at you again, “Love you.”

It’s not the first time you’ve said it, but by Kyle’s reaction it feels as if it is. He breaks out into a wide grin, springing forward so he can rest his forehead against yours. “You soppy bastard,” he chuckles, “I love you too.”

* * *

Still shaking away the drowsiness of sleep, the noises that accompany Kyle’s movements capture your attention, your eyes turning to hungrily sweep across him as he stretches out the ache from his muscles while sitting on the edge of the bed. When he turns and catches you watching he rolls his eyes, lying back down on his stomach to hover over you and press a quick kiss to your lips before speaking. “Were you watching me?”

You shift an arm so you can slowly draw a thumb down his spine. “Mhm, how could I not?” Leaning in you capture his mouth with yours, starting a lazy kiss that lasts for a few moments before breaking apart to rest forehead against forehead. “You got me good yesterday,” you breathe, the memory of the swift knee Kyle had lodged into your side suddenly popping into your mind.

He laughs, sitting up and shuffling over until he’s straddling your hips, your hands automatically drifting down to rest on his waist. “You got your revenge,” he quips back - barely five seconds later, you had pinned him underneath you. 

The mood swiftly changes when you begin to tease your fingers across his skin, dipping down to draw them along his thighs. “I wasn’t too rough was I?” He nods his head, leaning down to peck your lips.

“Yeah, and you still have some making up to do.” His eyes shine with mischief, mouth morphing into a playful grin.

“Oh? How should I do that?” You question, fingers making their way back up his thighs and around his waist to take an ass cheek in each hand, gently kneading the skin. Kyle hums in satisfaction, only to yell in surprise when you flip the two of you over, once again pinning him under your weight. Leaning down you bring him into a hungry kiss, breaking apart to move to his jaw, his neck, and start teasing down his chest. “Will this work?”

He inhales a sharp breath, hand cupping the back of your head as you suck on his chest, “It’s a start.”