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[cheonstapes]

Nothing in my mind but nerd! Miguel and titties.

I'm going back to sleep.

miguel o’hara stars in… ‘YOUR BOOBS LOOK HEAVY, LET ME HOLD ‘EM FOR YOU” ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

a/n ~ i am so downbad for nerd miguel, what the fuck. titties, titties, titties, titties, rocking everywhere! thank you nonnie!!!! love you !! creds to @nymphomatique 💗

summary; you let miguel sleep over for the first time, and it definitely won’t be the last.

wc; 1.3k+

pairings; nerd!miguel x fem!reader

cw; SMUT!!, titties, body worship basically, switch!miguel, switch!reader, reader has pierced nipples, spanking, anal play, slapping, anal fingering, breeding kink/impregnation kink, cumming in pants, cumming kinda untouched?, biting, dry humping, they’re in love idc, nawt proofread - why did this take me like a week

miguel had been such a good boy for you, making sure you passed all your exams for this semester - you decided that he deserved a little treat

you invited him over one weekend to your dorm, telling him he was allowed to sleep over

he’s never moved faster with the way he packed up his bag and ran to your dorm which is on the other side of the campus

when he got there he was all sweaty n panting heavy, it was a little pathetic how eager he was but you let him in, making sure he went a took a shower asap

to be honest, you didn’t expect it to be hard for you to keep your hands to yourself, especially when your little boytoy is walking around your dorm in that combo - grey sweats and a tight wife beater, you can even see the outline of his abs

he followed you around like a lost puppy, it was cute at least. he couldn’t go two seconds without latching onto you in some way

he was just so excited! getting to spend time with his not-yet-but-almost girlfriend, seeing you in all your natural glory. you thought you had it bad? try hiding a hard-on whilst the woman of your dreams is walking around in booty shorts and a braless cami

speaking of that, miguel could just about make out your puffy, little, nipples through the fabric of your thin shirt - hello kitty barbells piercing your nipples

fuck, he was hard. and those sweats he was wearing weren’t making it any less obvious

miguel loves your tits. period. kneading the soft flesh, sucking on then, biting them. sometimes, whenever he cums inside, he imagines them filled up with milk - he would do anything to get you knocked up

you knew how horny he was, you could be wearing a trash bag and he’d still be as smitten for you as he is every second

so you made a decision - you told him to sleep on the floor.

you almost felt bad, almost

he looked like a kicked puppy, your 6’9 almost-boyfriend pouting like a child

i mean, you gave him a pillow and a blanket at least - plus, you have heated floors. it’s not that bad

he slept right on the side of your bed, making sure to face you directly so he could watch you sleep (not in a creepy way, he just loves you T^T)

you even made sure you were hanging just a little bit over the edge of your bed, an arm hanging over the side - a silent invitation for him to hold your hand

he was sleeping fine for a good while, hands still laced tightly with yours - but he was getting restless not touching you for so long

he stood up, as quietly as his huge ass feet would let him, walking round to the other side of the bed and sliding in

it creaked loudly but you were fast asleep anyway, so he moved closer

he wrapped a beefy arm around your middle, hand coming to rest on your chest

oh. yeah, your tits.

now he was hard again

he pressed himself against you, completely spooning you, large hands sliding under your cami and groping your tits

you weren’t an idiot though, you knew this was gonna happen - having calculated every possibility before he came. you would rather die than admit you were a bit nervous about him sleeping over too

you purposely wore the cami cause you knew it would rile him up, n he always took such good care of his mommy’s pretty tits

you turned to look at him, smiling teasingly - “why’re you in my bed, hm?”

—————————————————————————————————

miguel felt like he was in deep shit, he knew how easily you could flip on him despite that pretty smile. he immediately retracted his hand, stammering as he tried to sit up. “s-sorry, i just missed you. i…i couldn’t sleep, ‘n you just look so gorgeous when you sleep and i couldn’t help myself-“ god, he always talks so much. with a tight grip on his bicep, you drag him back down to the bed, pushing him down on the plush pillows as you straddle his waist.

he was so pretty beneath you. glasses laid somewhere on the floor, curly hairs framing his face. his hands gripped your ass, whining quietly as he ground up against you. “mommy…” you placed your hands on his chest, keeping him pinned to the bed as you leaned forward. he felt like he couldn’t breathe, your tits were resting just above his face, hard nipples grazing his lips. yeah, he was definitely gonna fuck a baby into you one day.

his hands moved up to your hips, squeezing the flesh before he placed a hand on your upper back pulling you down completely. miguel’s tongue snaked out to lick at your hard nipples, the sensation of the cold barbells on his tongue making his hips jerk up against the crotch of your tight shorts. “shit...when d’you get them pierced?”

you rolled your eyes, lifting up your shirt and grabbing the back of his head - pushing his mouth to your tit, grinding salaciously against his clothed cock. “none of your fuckin’ business. if you wanna suck on my tits, then shut up and suck.” you didn’t have to tell him twice.

he sucked hard, unable to resist imagining them filled up with milk, all swollen and heavy, you round with his kid- SMACK. his head whipped to the side, lips slipping off your spit-soaked nipple as he stared up at you in shock. his cheek was stinging, but his cock was straining even harder against the fabric, twitching as his face thrummed with pain. “stop thinkin’, and suck harder. you should even be grateful i’m lettin’ you sleep here, so worship mommy’s tits like you mean it.”

miguel grasped your ass once again, large hands digging into the flesh as he caressed your soft skin through your skimpy shorts, sneakily pulling the waistband down as he ran his fingers down to your cunt. ‘course you were wet, slick staining his sweats. he collected some on his fingers, dragging it back up to your puckered hole, thrusting two wet fingers inside as other hand controls your movements.

“f-fuck, wait, you dickhead.” he continued to suckle on your breasts, flicking and teasing your nipples, tugging on the barbell’s softly as his fingers sped up. your body was quivering in pleasure, his free hand spanking your ass occasionally whenever you would pull yourself away from his mouth - massaging the reddened flesh soothingly afterwards.

his mouth and tongue were downright sinful. the sensation racking over your whole body as your orgasm steadily approached, the swirling fire in your lower belly lighting up. you weren’t the only one, though. miguel was hardly keeping himself together, thick thighs trembling as he tried to keep himself from spilling out his cum in his boxers, the tip of his cock peeking out of his waistband. all he wanted to do was see you writhe in pleasure, see that beautiful face of yours glowing in ecstasy after your release.

you would always let out this adorable, whiny moan when you were close, lips parting, small breathy pants - he knew you better than he knew himself. he was more motivated than ever, fingers moving a bruising speed, tongue relentless. he tugged on your piercing hard, a hand coming to rub your engorged clit through your thong. “m-miguelll - shit, baby - ugh.” creamy liquid coated your panties, not your cum - but his. the red tip spurting out thick loads all over his stomach, the sticky mess tangling with his happy trail ‘n pooling in his navel.

“t-thank…fuck- thank you, mommy.”

you pushed him back to the floor, curling up in the blankets - cheeks heating up as you muttered. “yeah, whatever. shut the fuck up and go to sleep.”

“goodnight, sleep well p-pretty.”

“…night, miguel.”

yeah, you were falling for him - hard.

- my titties are small but he’d hold them like they weighed the world

[angelicckisses]

SO SUBMISSIVE

contents; SMUT. sub!rafe x f!reader. p in v. cowgirl position. use of profanity. creampie. unprotected sex. titty sucking. rafes a whimpering mess. NOT PROOFREAD.

summary; when after a tiring day rafe comes home to you begging you to ride him.

A/N: this was rushed so i am so sorry if it’s ass, this is just a little fill in while i get more writing done for your guys! btw i got lazy and the summary doesn’t nott match the fucking writing cs im a dumbass who forgets what to do.

wc: 593

You were in bed, sat up against the headboard scrolling mindlessly on your phone when you heard the front door open and slam shut. You knew exactly who it was and it was no surprise when you spotted Rafe just a few seconds later standing at the door.

A tired and desperate look etched on his face as he took slow and careful steps towards you on the bed before flopping down beside you, burying his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply.

“hi baby, how was work?” you asked. He mumbled incoherently as he placed small sloppy kisses against your soft skin.

Days like this you knew he had a bad day at work. He pulled away from your neck and wrapped his hands around your waist,

carefully pulling you onto his lap as he looked up at you with

his beautiful blue eyes. You looked down at him and gently threaded your fingers through his hair, poor boy was aching for you, and you knew it. His hands wandered your body, pulling your shirt up in the process and removing it from your body.

You inhaled sharply and felt a shiver run through your body when you felt his hands run up your back, his digits fiddling with your bra before he unclasped it, expertly taking it off before carefully sitting up against the headboard while he held you in his lap.

Rafe leaned in, his gaze fixed on your hardened nipples before taking one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud and lightly sucking, pulling away with a soft pop and returning the same attention to the other one.

You moaned softly, your breathing getting heavier and your body getting warmer.

His hand remained on your waist while the other worked his belt off, once that was over with he pulled his pants down to his thighs.

You quickly removed your skirt and panties, tossing them somewhere onto the floor. You were just as desperate as he was.

“f-fuck..” he whimpered out when you finally sank down on his throbbing cock. Your tight walls sucking him in just right, his hands flew to grip onto your hips tightly, keeping you in place for a few seconds before you started to slowly rock your hips against him.

Your movements slow at first until you begin to pick up the pace. “mm—fuck, baby.” he leaned his head back against the headboard, eyes half-lidded as he watched you bounce up and down his cock expertly. His whimpers getting louder with each movement of your hips.

His hand moving to your breast, gently squeezing the flesh and running his thumb over your nipple. You had your hand on his shoulders for support as your own pleasure started to make you feel weak. He let out a needy moan, biting down on his lip at an unsuccessful attempt to quiet down.

But he just couldn’t, his moans got louder and louder the longer you went on.

“shit—I'm close, baby. d-don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

his breathing was heavy, and his hands guided your movements as his hips bucked up

into you instinctively. His grip on your waist got tighter, and his moans got louder until it all came to a stop when he filled you up with warm load, making sure you stayed in place to take it all.

You let out a soft moan once you reached your release. Slowly down your movements until you eventually came to a stop.

“So good baby, you made me feel so good..”

[locketpup]

i luv askin daddy for permission!! daddy can i haves treats? daddy can i haves kissies? dada can we snuggle? dada can i play? dada can i color you a picture?? dada can i can i!!!!

[jkvjimin]

JUNGKOOK + daisies 🌼 for @cordiallyfuturedwight 🤍

+bonus (after a 9 hours and 45 minutes flight):

[inafieldofdaisies]

Mercy for None / 광장 (2025) | Season 1, Episode 1 | So Ji-sub as Nam Gi-jun

"You didn't bring me here. I brought you here."

[cowgirlcherrie]

STARTEAM ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ volleyball! loser! ellie drabble

a/n: there is no plot for this it’s just a thought I haven’t been able to shake since seeing the amazing volleyball! ellie art by @caspervi ♡♡

volleyball! ellie art. support their work here!

update: also just realized @elliespeach has a wonderful volleyball! ellie fic and basically kickstarted the idea so support their work here too !!

content: 18+ MDNI, sexual themes, lowk saliva play if u squint bro, fem! water girl! reader

— song(s): STARTEAM by lastclass & byelilfly

Ellie was in timeout. 

Well not literally, but being benched felt like she was. Suddenly she was 5 again and her teacher was moving her card to red, for her indecent behavior. Ellie wanted to whine, she wanted to fight back – bitch and moan. She had been putting in the work! Up in the gymnasium at the crevice of the glowing somber night to practice her bumping and setting; perfecting her spikes and it seemed as if she would never get to reach tranquility. She couldn’t be an ace, she couldn’t beat her opponents. 

She was drenched in sweat head-to-toe —  the fabric of her jersey sticking to her chest like glue. Beads of fresh sweat dripped down her forehead as she licked her dehydrated lips. She needed to breathe. But Ellie didn’t know breath control. She didn’t know stopping either, her routine was damaged, she was jaded and her brain was fuzzy the plays didn’t even make sense to her. Her brain was insanely flawed.  Nothing but incoherent doodles as her coach yelled in her face to take 5. 

All she knew was routine:

Wake up at 5 am. Go for a run at 7 am. Nutritious breakfast at 9 am. Practice 10-4 pm. A quick nap and muscle soak before a game.

All her hard work burned into ashes; eventually to dust and crumbs as it became nothing but a false sense of dedication. Sleepless nights and aching muscles just to be benched. Ellie was incandescent. Her eyebrows furrowed, cheeks a pulsing red – like clown makeup from the intensity. Her blood cells flowed healthily and her heartbeat was in the root of her ears like the pulsing of the music that kept her going.  While some may say a body is a temple; her’s was a ticking time bomb ready to go off in any second. 

Ellie couldn’t keep her eyes open, the sound of sneakers against the freshly polished floors made her eardrums bleed, similar to scraping a metal ruler against a school board. 

Dropping her head as she looked down at her legs. Her thighs were drenched in sweat the shin guards cutting off any circulation, making her thighs look wonderfully plump and 10x more muscular. Ellie was becoming hyper-aware until a sudden tap on her back and a sweet toothache-inducing smell filled her nostrils. 

It was you.

The water girl, her hero. Just the right person to fix her cravings. A thin white ridged paper cup in your hand with water filled to the brim as you held it out in front of you with a gentle smile. Ellie always thought your sweetness was ravishing. She thought her teammates were undeserving of such pleasure and authenticity from you. The other girls would dim your light – and by dimming it she meant flirting with you. Calling you sweetheart and asking to take you out to dinner which was followed by your rich voice telling them, “It’s unprofessional!” but she was too bashful to admit it; she wanted to do it too. 

The word baby could not escape her lips without being immediately flustered by it, Ellie was too smitten and starstruck by you. Quiet and lightly spoken, hell she was called ‘Bitchless 7 Williams’ for a reason. Stuttering over her words, hands shakier than ever, her affection becoming aggression she wanted nothing more than to drag herself out. She wishes she could be more flirty, more outspoken; then just maybe she would have been lucky to snag you, her water girl. 

You knew she could get down, she palpably could get rough with the right motivation. It was the way her anger transcended on the court, you were sure it would manifest in other places too. But part of you loved it, it turned you on, when you were alone at night, entangled in your duvet as you wondered what she would look like calling out your name. She was a fucking loser, a pathetic whiney player that still took the fall.

Initially, you thought you were sweeter; more gentle but Ellie was more bashful than you. She wasn’t like her teammates. Ellie didn’t make eye contact with you at all or call you names. She did, however, stare at your boobs for too long through your tightly fitting workout jacket that hugged every crevice of your body just right. Giving your boobs an extra push. It was perverted, but you caught her every time. Coincidentally that’s what got you hooked on her. You weren’t going to stop her. 

Like a hound dog you could smell what she wanted, you never failed to see the drool finally dripping from her tongue that she masked by bringing up her cup with great speed as the stretchy saliva dripped down the edge of her fingers and her cup. You did notice how she would leave a sticky residue; her clear fluids all over the cup before handing it back to you. Running off right before you can get a word in.

“Hope you’re thirsty It took me hooours to pour this” you teased, holding out the cup towards Ellie with a smile. That soft grin of yours that easily made anyone swoon on you. Ellie caught herself doing it again. In a room with so many people, her team, friends, and family, she sent a quick look at your boobs before looking back at the sparkles in your eyes. Like diamonds and pearls; vibrant and warm. Lewd thoughts raced in her brain like gnats. 

She was giving you teeth, as she took her shirt up; again, to wipe her forehead clear of the everflowing liquid. 

“Oh yeah,” Ellie taunted back, with a smirk on her face. She wasn’t sure where this confidence was coming from, so she reached out to take the cup from you. Bringing the cup up to her lips as she tilted her head back, taking large gulps of the water not breaking eye contact with you. You saw the string of saliva again as she dropped the cup from her lips, taking a soft breath. 

“More . . .” Her voice was breathy as if she ran a mile. 

“More what?”

“More water…please?” Ellie pleaded, she spoke fast and in a whisper shaking the empty cup as she handed it back to you.

“Sure thing Els,” You confirmed taking the cup from her hands feeling the sudden dampness of her drool around the cup. Almost damaging to the deteriorating paper. “You got something here”

You pointed to your own chin with your pointer finger, as Ellie quickly rushed a hand up to wipe off any excess liquid with the back of her hands, fingertips covered in bandaids. 

“Sorry,” it was a quiet whisper. 

You turned to the back this time giving Ellie a full view of the way you looked in the short shorts — that were almost as tight as your top. Ellie had to look away. Almost as if she were being under surveillance, she had to behave; control her wandering eyes that betrayed her more than often.

Just as you were about to give Ellie the cup again, a shout from her coach filled the spacey gymnasium. With that simple shout, Ellie became a machine. Lifting her legs up forgetting about her water request and rushed back onto the court. If she was so lucky to have the chance, she’ll fetch the water from you later. Hopefully with a reward on her back. 

Williams! Back on the court! Let’s try it again #7 Hustle! 

[kisses4kaia]

WE NEED MORE SUB CORYO I LOVE IT SM WHATBTHENFUCK

- little treat for 1k. enjoy, my angels 🌬️.

“no, no, no, i can’t, really, i can’t,” he pleads with you, squirming sporadically under the vibrator you hold to his cock. “you can, just breathe. give me one more, yeah? you can do it, my brave, brave, boy,”

he’s hesitant to agree, but he nods with a whimper once he sees that look on your face, the one that reassures him that he’s safe and no one is trying to hurt him; even if that isn’t totally true.

consequently, proving he is the good boy you know him to be, corio lets you milk one more weak load out of his red, achy, tip, all in hopes that you would be proud of him.

and you are, but that doesn’t stop you from biting your lip and looking back up at the exhausted boy.

“you sure you can’t give me just one more? please?”

and as coriolanus bites his lip and begs for mercy he knows he will not receive, it dawns on him that he is completely, totally, and utterly, fucked.

[mask4rah]

She kissed my eyelids before she push inside 🥺

[cheonstapes]

the forbidden fit

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

miguel o’hara x reader - mature

miguel wasn’t that old, but he still thought that this was meant for younger guys — but if it made you happy…well, maybe he’d give it a shot —

it was buried at the bottom of his closet, a gift you got him for his birthday last year. he wasn’t ungrateful, no, just…hesitant. he knew how badly you wanted to see him in it, but he liked to tease you — a lot. so he waited and waited until christmas to give you what you’ve been wanting for so long.

“merry christmas, cariño.”

half asleep, you whine — shifting to face your husband, his blurry figure standing at the foot of the bed. “mm! merry chris—“ he was wearing it. the forbidden fit, that tight ass compression shirt you bought one size too small, and the grey sweats that clung to his thick thighs. no gift could compare to what you’re seeing right now — he just looked too good, wayyyy too good.

“you like?” like? no, fucking adore.

“turn around, lemme see you.”

the bagginess of the sweats weren’t a match for your man, nuh uh — everything, and i mean everything was on display. you almost regretted buying it when you thought of other people seeing him like this…almost. he was turning teasingly slow, finishing it off by stalking towards you — the muscles under his shirt straining against the fabric. “i can see why you like these so much — my dick’s practically on display, pequeño pervertido”

“you say that like it’s a bad thing, migs — you’re the one that’s hard.”

“maybe cause you’re staring at my fucking dick like it’s a piece of meat.”

“well — technically…”

you couldn’t hold back from letting out a little giggle, you knew miguel was gonna love this as much as you would — it’s no surprise he’s already leaking through the material. pulling him closer by the thin drawstrings, he lets out a breathy moan as your thumb rubs over his concealed tip — legs buckling slightly. “f-fuck, ¿qué me estás haciendo, nena?”

“we need to break these in, babe. why else do you think i bought them if you’re not cumming in ‘em?”

little minx, aren’t you.

[h34rtcake]

wip preview for ship meme 😶‍🌫️ big plans…

[selfship-dreamland]

Did this favourite character bingo but it's with my beloved crushes –w–

Your free to try it out if you want!

Characters in order (left to right)

First row

Zavok (Sonic)

Stocking Anarchy (Panty and Stocking)

Ragdoll (The Batman 2004 Series)

Vulture (The Spectacular Spider Man)

Question (Justice League Unlimited)

Second row

Paimon (Helluva Boss)

Doc Ock (Spectacular Spider Man)

Caine (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Freaky Fred (Courage The Cowardly Dog)

Mario.EXE (Mario's Madness)

Third row

Sub Zero (Mortal Kombat)

Dr Strangeglove (Moshi Monsters)

Meta Knight (Kirby)

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Fourth row

Neo Cortex (Crash Bandicoot)

Katz (Courage The Cowardly Dog)

Jafar (Disney's Aladdin)

Emperor Zurg (Buzz Lightyear of Star Command)

MX (Mario 85 and Mario's Madness)

Fifth row

NOS-4-A2 (Buzz Lightyear of Star Command)

Scarecrow (Injustice 2)

Bob Velseb (Spooky Month)

Mad Hatter (Batman: The Animated Series)

HIM (Powerpuff Girls)

[jaylaxies]

need 2 give this jake head...he looks so cocky but when im done he's going to be begging and squirming for me to let him cum in my mouth buuut if only i think he deserves to 🩷🤭 sub jakey is my favorite <3

he looks and acts like a nerd who’s innocent but when you’re both together with no one else around, his whole demeanour switches to the point you don’t even realize it’s the same sweet boy.

he loves to act tough but is he really all that? of course not, it’s all a show until you take him in your mouth and that’s all it’ll take for him to be a squirming mess, moaning and biting his lip, his eyes closing shut with how you swirl your tongue around his tip before sucking on his length, your hands massaging his balls, which only makes his head go fuzzy as he cries out your name in pleasure.

[bardic-tales]

Announcement: Bianca and Colette Are Now Sub-Facets of Our System

Hey everyone! We wanted to share an important update about our internal system and two of our key self-insert characters: Bianca Moore and Colette Vasseur.

After much reflection and growth, we’ve realized that Bianca and Colette aren’t just “characters” or side versions of ourselves. They are sub-facets. They are distinct, fully embodied people within our system who represent different emotional landscapes and creative energies.

🖤 Bianca embodies our darker, storm-wracked side. She’s fierce, volatile, and deeply connected to the parts of us shaped by trauma and survival. She helps us hold boundaries and speak hard truths when softness alone isn’t enough.

🤍 Colette reflects our softer, more peaceful core. She’s tender, introspective, and tied to our need for healing, trust, and gentle connection. Through Colette, we explore calm, emotional intimacy, and the quieter ways we relate to ourselves and to Sephiroth.

Nothing changes in our writing or how we develop these characters. Bianca’s stories remain bold and cathartic. Colette’s moments stay gentle and heart-warming. Our creative work stands on its own, separate from our system dynamics, just as it has all along.

Recognizing Bianca and Colette as sub-facets helps us honor the full spectrum of who we are: the fire and the quiet, the storm and the calm. They are essential parts of our journey, not “just” ocs or self-inserts.

Thank you for your ongoing support and respect as we continue to grow and learn. We hope this clarity helps you understand why these facets mean so much to us, while assuring you that, story-wise from us, everything you love stays exactly the same.

With all our love,

Nicole, Bianca, Colette & Sephiroth (who really didn’t want to send this, but here we are. 🔥⚔️)

[princess-0422]

[mexxs-blog]

jesus, i turn around for two minutes and the next thing i know there’s 300 of you. I love each and every one of you, thank you for sticking around!!

[my-queer-fantasy]

nsft concept: force themming

it's where i do whatever the hell i want to with your gender representation and toy with your mind and your body like i own every last inch of you. i'm gonna make you wear all the funky gender outfits you'd normally be too scared to wear yourself, praise you, and then strip them off of you later as i also strip you clean of any useless gendered expectations and norms and fuck the very concept of gender roles out of you until you're as gloriously free and magnificent as myself and see your truest and most unrestrained self in the mirror