#itsv smut

[miguelswifey04]

do you have any noir x reader nsfw drabbles, or headcanons in general??👀

oh em gee, yes cooking it up right now 🙊🌱

noir groaned in response to your moan, feeling the intensity of your desire as you wrapped your legs around his waist. he wasted no time in removing his pants, freeing his hardened length. the air thickened with anticipation as he positioned himself at your entrance, his gaze locked with yours.

with a slow yet deliberate motion, noir began to push himself inside you, his length filling you inch by inch. the feeling of his intimate intrusion mingled with the electric tension in the air, heightening the pleasure between you. he relished in the tightness and heat of your core as he sank deeper, his groans of pleasure echoing in the room.

as he buried himself completely, he paused for a moment, allowing both of you to adjust to the intimate connection. his hands grasped your hips, his grip firm and possessive as he readied himself. with a surge of lustful determination, he began to move, his hips grinding against yours in a steady rhythm.

each powerful thrust brought waves of ecstasy, his movements growing more intense with each passing second. the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, your moans of pleasure mingling in a symphony of desire.

his lips sought out yours once again, claiming your mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as he poured his desire into every movement. the pleasure consumed both of you as he drove deep into you, his relentless pace pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

tears pricked your eyes as he rutted his hips as his cock stretched you out with each motion. it sent ripples of pleasure throughout your entire body. noir latched his lips onto your neck as he peppered wet sloppy kisses, taking in the sweet aroma of your body. “faster please…” you moaned out, your cheeks were stained with tear droplets that mixed in with your sweat.

noir’s eyes locked onto yours, his dark gaze filled with a mix of desire and concern as he noticed the tears pricking your eyes. his movements slowed for a moment, his thumb gently wiping away the stray tears from your cheeks.

“darling," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness, "are you alright? i don't want to push you too far." he caressed your cheek softly, his touch gentle and comforting, his hips instinctively rocking gently against yours to maintain a connection. his concern for your well-being overshadowed his own desires in that moment, his focus on ensuring your pleasure and comfort.

but seeing the fire in your eyes, the determination to push your boundaries even further, he couldn't resist. with a nod of understanding, he shifted his approach, his movements becoming faster and more intense. his thrusts grew harder, each one pushing you deeper into a maelstrom of pleasure.

“i’ll give you what you desire, my dear," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "hold on tight." with a surge of strength and determination, noir increased his pace, his hips meeting yours in a relentless rhythm. pleasure surged through both of your bodies, bringing you to the precipice of release. moans of pleasure filled the room as you both embraced the intensity of your connection, chasing the waves of ecstasy that threatened to consume you both. noir's movements became even more intense, his hips relentlessly pounding into you with a primal force. he reveled in the feeling of your body trembling against his, the raw passion and desire consuming both of you.

“you’re such a sweetheart, taking my cock so well.”

as the pressure built to an unbearable peak, your body quivered and shook, the intense pleasure overwhelming you. suddenly, a surge of ecstasy coursed through you, and your juices gushed onto noir’s cock and thighs, marking the climax of your pleasure.

with a groan of ecstasy, he buried himself deep inside you, riding out the throes of pleasure alongside you. the room was filled with the heady scent of sex and the sounds of your moans mingling with his growls of bliss.

but even as your bodies stilled, he continued to hold you close, his arms wrapped around you possessively. he peppered your neck and shoulders with loving kisses, his breath ragged as he whispered against your skin.

“you’re absolutely breathtaking," he whispered, his voice filled with awe and adoration. "i hope i’ve fulfilled your desires, my dear. you are truly a force to be reckoned with."

…

a/n: he’s definitely a sweetie but also rough you know 💆🏽‍♀️

[herbrattypsht]

Roomate!miguel????? coming into readers room while she’s……. Yk 👀👀👀

LEMME COOK😋

MDNI

Roomate!Miguel x Fem!Reader

Tw: masterbating, squirting, praise and degradation, a little mean miguel, munch miguel, spanking, multiple orgasms

MDNI

You’d just came from cheer practice, feeling frustrated and pent up. But why were you pent up? Because they had the boys football practice as the same time. Which meant you saw your fine ass roommate Miguel, beads of sweat dripping down his nice ass biceps and abs.

You always knew he was fine, even when you saw hime for the first time. Did you dare to say anything to him? Fuck no. Its was already a little frustrating having to hear about how good he was in bed due to the thin walls in your apartment, or when you could hear his whiny moans as he pleasured himself.

You kick off your shoes and head straight for you room, closing the door but being the needy whore you were in that moment you couldn’t give a fuck to lock the door, especially since you though Miguel would just hang out with his teammates after practice like usual.

You stripped yourself of your bra, panties and shorts. Letting out a breathy sigh as your fingers slowly but surely swirled around your puffy clit. Your free hand grabbed your pink dildo out from your nightstand drawer, sliding it through you slick folds, lubing it up with you slick. A whiny moan escaped your mouth as you pressed the toy in, your gummy walls fluttering around it, sucking it in.

You stared off with a good pace, feeling every vein and ridge of the toy, your moans got louder and needier.

‘Why did he look so good?’

All you could think about was him. Miguel. Bucking your hips up to meet your own pace as the more you thought about him the wetter you got, creamy slick dripping forming around the toy. You tried to keep your moans quiet but it felt so good. So good that you didn’t hear Miguel walking through the front door.

To be fair he couldn’t hear you either, his headphones blasting music as he made his way to your door with a bag of food. Your eyes were closed still, as he opened the door and saw the most beautiful sight ever. His cute roommate fucking herself silly.

God he was so hard now.

He knew he should’ve left while he could, he knew..but he didn’t. He slowly closed the door and walked closer, a needy groan left his mouth as he heard you moan his name.

“M-Miguel..fuck..”

“I’ll make you feel good mamas...”

He said, which made your eyes pop open so fast, but you just couldn’t stop. Your low, fucked out expression was doing things to him.

“Tell me you want this..use your words..”

“Please Miguel, M’so close..”

And that was all he needed to here as he pulled the toy out and flipped you onto your stomach, arching your back and eating you out like a starved man. It was so messy and sloppy but so fucking good as you moaned and whined into your pillow. His perfect ass lips wrapped around your clit, from the sounds he was making it sounded like he was enjoying it more than you.

It was so good but so intense. You tried to scoot away but his big hands gripped your waist and tummy and pulled you back again his mouth, his hand coming down on your ass with a hard smack. The stinging sensation making you moan.

“You wanted this so take it, I know you can, you’re the perfect little whore for me..don��t want anyone else Bebe..”

He murmured as his other hand went around to rub you clit, making your moans get louder and whinier.

“Oo shit g-gonna Mmm, gonna cum..”

And you did, as Miguel lapped up every last drop, but he didn’t stop. His mouth kept its assault on your pussy going. You tired to reach back and push him away, but to no avail. He was muchin on you like you were a home cooked meal.

“Gimme one more baby, I know you can do it pretty girl, such a pretty sloppy girl for me..”

His hand applied smacks to your ass, marveling at how it reddened. You were so close you didn’t are moaning like a bitch in heat, you could feel your second orgasm creeping up on you, as you reached back and rubbing your clit, you finally let go…squirting. The rush of liquid and the intense orgasm all together making your legs shake. After helping you through your orgasm, Miguel finally sat up, grabbing a towel with Luke warm water and began to clean you up. He then got you a glass of water and sat your tired body up, making you drink it. He then cuddled up with you and let you sleep, his large body providing heat and comfort. He later kisses your forehead, and dozed off.

Did I do good?🤷🏽‍♀️🤎

[weirdo09]

pobre bebé

a widowed! jefferson davis/morales x top!fem!black/afro latina reader fic

requested by @rashadwearsakeema

hinted sexual tension

eventual heated make out session

possible smut(if i feel like writing it)

miles is briefly mentioned

reader is of age

again possible smut

if any of these make you uncomfortable or whatever, don’t read or hate read

ever since rio died a few months ago, jefferson just felt this hole inside him, waiting to be filled. shocking that the one to fill it would be you.

it all started when jefferson decided to go to one of rio’s favorite bodega’s around the corner. there he saw you behind the counter. “hey, jeff, what brings ya here today?” you asked, he and you had talked briefly before rio’s death, she was like a sister to you. “oh, uh just to get a few things is all.” jefferson said, you nodded at him.

embarrassingly enough, jefferson had a little crush on you. scratch the little, he had a huge crush. he loved everything about you but it sometimes reminded him of rio so he got sad again.

unknowingly, you found yourself staring at the newly widowed man. you felt sympathy for him, it mustn’t have been easy losing her. your mind started to wander and by the time you came back to reality, jeff had already been to the register.

“that all for you, jeff?” you asked, he nodded pulling out his wallet before you stopped him. “don’t bother, it’s on the house.” you said, jeff chuckled. “no, i’ll pay.” he insisted. you looked into his eyes, “don’t bother, papito.” you said, jeff sighed. ‘that did not just turn me on.’ he thought as he grabbed his bags and walked bye. you smiled to yourself, ‘he’s kinda cute.’ you thought before scolding yourself.

for the next few weeks, jefferson frequently popped up in the store. after mustering up the courage, you decided to ask him out. “hey, jeff?” you asked, he turned his attention to you. “yeah, [y/n]?” he said, you sighed before saying, “how would you like to go out with me this evening?” you asked, waiting patiently for his response. the two of you sat in silence for a while before jefferson said, “sure, what time?” he asked, you smiled. “i’ll text you, be ready i’mma pick you up.” you said, he nodded. you two exchanged goodbyes. “gotta get home.” you whispered to yourself, locking up and leaving.

as soon as you got home, you put on your feelin hot playlist. the first thing you decided to focus on was the outfit.

^ this is the dress you picked out

^ alternative option if you don’t like wearing dresses

now that you have picked out an outfit, next was hair. you quite liked your natural head of curls so you decided to do a ‘fro. all that was left was makeup, you wanted to go with a natural look so you just put a nice brown lipstick on. as you finished getting ready, you checked the time. ‘6:00’ you read. you went into your messages and went to text jefferson.

convo — texting

you - hey, i’mma get you in a few, be there in 30

papi 🫶🏾 - ok, see you then

you - see you then 💕

you smiled at your phone as you headed to your car. jefferson, on the other hand, was freaking out. “goddamn… what am i doing?” he cursed to himself. miles walked into his room, “hey, dad, you look nice, goin out?” he asked, jefferson looked at his son with a smile. “yeah.” he replied, miles smiled back. “just remember, mami would want you to be happy.” he said before leaving the room.

like you said, 30 minutes later, you arrived at their apartment. after walking up the steps, you knocked on the door. “miles, get the door!” you heard jefferson shout. miles opened the door, “he’ll be out in a minute.” he said, you smiled. “miles, right? your dad talks a lot about you.” you asked, miles nodded. after a few minutes, jefferson came out to the living room. “look who it is.” you said, jefferson cheesed. “you look beautiful, jeff, wanna get out of here?” you asked, he nodded. the two of you said goodbye to miles and went on.

after dinner, you asked if he liked to come over to your place. “i’ll tell miles real quick.” jefferson said. after that, you two left the restaurant and make way to your place. when you guys got there, jefferson took a sit on your couch. “what’s bothering you, papi?” you asked him, taking a sit next to him.

“it’s just-.” he began to say before he stopped himself. jefferson lowly sniffed before continuing, “it’s my first date after rio and i know she’d love the fact that i managed to find someone after her but it feels like i’m betraying her.” jefferson said, you looked sympathetic for him. “if you wanna go home, i’ll take you, we can go slow.” you reassured, jefferson looked at you. “no, it’s fine, it just feels weird without her.” he whispered. you pulled jefferson into your lap, he looked surprised.

you stared at each other before you broke the silence. “can i kiss you, papi?” you asked. “god yes.” he replied and just like that, your lips smashed together. it felt long overdue, like this kiss was for coming. you continued to kiss while you pulled on jefferson’s tie. “take it off from me, baby.” you said, he wasted no time. he threw it on the ground and you two resumed to kissing. breaking up for air, you traveled down to his neck. you bite and suckled, jefferson moaned happily. you smirked, biting further to form a hickey. you suddenly stopped and jefferson whined. “wanna take this to the bedroom, baby?” you asked, “yes…” jefferson said, breathlessly.

SMUT ALERT ‼️ proceed with caution, this is my first time writing it

as you went to the bedroom, you laid jefferson onto of the bed. “strip for me, baby. i wanna see your body, cariño.” you whispered in his ear, he shivered. as jefferson stripped, you couldn’t help but stare. once he was fully naked, you kissed him slowly, pushing him down on the mattress. you broke apart and made your way jefferson’s body with kisses. as you made way down to his pussy, you noticed that jeff kept his legs closed. “abre tus piernas para mi, bebé.” you asked sweetly, jefferson kept them closed. “por favor?” you whispered, he opened them up. “ah, papi, look at that pretty pussy. you was tryna hide this beautiful thing from me?” you said, jefferson shook his head. “words, please.” “no..” he replied, you smirked before diving into his pussy.

jefferson moaned as your tongue made its way in his folds. his pussy tasted like pure heaven. you licked faster, the more he moaned. “don’t stop, please!” he grunted out, you smiled against his folds. he stared at you, gasping. you stopped to insert a finger into his folds, his head fell back. “you okay, papi?” you asked, pulling your pointer finger up along his folds. “yes, yes, p-put another finger in.” jefferson asked, eyes rolling. doing as he asked, you inserted another finger. “nghh..” he groaned softly, “making these pretty noises for me, god bless.” you whispered, going in and out. “ya ready for my cock, baby boy?” you asked, “y-yea.” jefferson said, breathlessly. “alrigh’, i’mma pull my fingers out, you ready?” you said, looking for consent. jefferson nodded, you pulled ‘em out slowly.

you took off your shirt and your pants. jefferson held his breathe, you kissed him hungrily. your tongue explored his mouth, he groaned softly, grinding on your cock. you took that as a sign that he wanted it. you pulled off your boxers, jefferson stared. “you ready, cariño?” you asked, jefferson nodded rapidly. you lined your tip along the entrance then slowly slide inside his folds. “you good, papi?” you asked, he nodded, lost within the feeling of your cock inside him. “you take my cock so well, cariño. your fat pussy was made for me, huh?” you praised, your cock now fully inside jeff’s pussy. “y-y-yes! move, please.” jefferson stuttered out. you looked down to jefferson’s belly, there was a large bugle outlining it.

you began to thrust into his pussy, slowly picking up the pace. “faster, f-faster..” jefferson said, breathless. his glasses fell off his face and his forehead was covered in sweat. you thrusted faster, the both of you moaned. jefferson wiggled slightly, “mhmm…” he moaned, you quickened the pace. “cum for me, baby boy, i know you’re close.” you said sweetly, jefferson shivered before finally cumming. he groaned loudly and his head fell onto the pillow below him. “you did so well for me.” you whispered, smiled at the sight in front of you. you placed a hand on jefferson’s cheek, he lend to the touch.

after a bit, you pulled out of jefferson’s food and licked up the leftover cum on his thighs. you trailed hickeys along his inner thighs, jefferson had long since knocked out. “pobre bebé..” you whispered, kissing jeffersons cheek before pulling him close to you. “buenas noches, cariño.”

translations -

papi - daddy

cariño - dear

por favor - please

pobre bebé - poor baby

buenas noches, cariño - good night, dear

[sunnymoonxx]

can you write something like hobie ‘using’ reader (consensually ofc) and degrading her? no pressure if it’s too much :) thank youuu 🩷

cold rings | hobie brown x fem!reader

pairing: hobie brown x fem!reader

summary: porn without a plot

warnings: degradation, objefixation (mentions of being used), rough sex, little praising, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it kids), oral fem receiving, oral male receiving, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, hair pulling, teasing

author's note: First thing, I'd love to thank @hanasnx for correcting me and apologise for not crediting him first. I took a big inspiration from Indy's oneshot Moth To A Flame (Hobie Brown), and I definitely recommend you check out his blog out. I adore their writing <333

I solemnly believe Hobie is a sweetheart and a sub and loves to watch you do anything to him, but since he's a punk, there's a high chance he's into BDSM. Also, he was finally confirmed to be 20, so we're the same age woohoouu. Enjoy my try for a readable smut <333

m.list

You laid in your bed, staring up at the ceiling, shivering slightly as the chilly weather crept into your room, but the warm sunset light falling into your window provided some solace. You wrapped yourself tighter in the blankets, leaning your body towards the tall figure sitting next to you.

The spikes on his bracelet met your skin, cold to the touch as he wrapped his arm around you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. You could feel his chin on the top of your head, pulling you closer to him, relaxing in his arms. He was warm, and the cold quickly left your body. You smiled, closing your eyes right before his hand slipped down your body to play with the hem of your tank top, twisting it between his fingers.

You couldn't bother to wear anything else than lavender-colored panties and a black tank top that didn't reach further than your ribs. You couldn't judge Hobie after he made fun of you for being cold. It was purely just your fault.

"Didn't Jess want us to be at the HQ by dusk?" You mumbled into Hobie's shoulder, carefully scanning his long fingers, now outlining the fabric of your panties, tickling your lower stomach.

"Prolly," he responded, you could hear him smiling while answering you. You knew Hobie for too long to know he doesn't do anything he's told to do. Unless it's you. Any words that come from your mouth, he is determined to fulfill. "Rather be with you, tho." Kissing the top of your head, his hand moved back up to sweep the hair strands falling into your eyes.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, lifting yourself on your arms to take a proper look at your companion. His legs manspreading on your bed like he owns the place, his right arm still laid out on the headboard, and a smirk on his lips. You had to hold back a smile, biting your cheek, and looking into his big brown eyes.

"Miguel will beat your ass," you uttered, sitting straight, your knees bent under you and touching his. "And mine." You added not amused by the boredom in his expression. You shared his annoyance towards the Spider Society, but you didn't want to get your ass beaten by a big-ass leader whose claws could tear anyone apart. You already tested his patience last time, and you weren't in the mood for another discussion of how useless you are.

"Babe, don't worry about it," He saw your smiley expression turn into a face of concern and decided to comfort you. He threw himself away from the board leaning towards you, grabbing your hands in his and caressing your palm with his thumb. "S'gon be okay and also, when did a little trouble scare you?" he tilted his head, awaiting your reaction.

"Never," you shook your head, adding a dramatic tone to your voice. You leaned to give Hobie a quick kiss on his lips before jumping out of the bed and walking around the room to find your suit. "But I don't wanna be sent home just because I didn't meet his stupid deadlines, Hobes." You spoke, bending down to open a box with your suit in it. Wrinkled and dirty from the last mission, you totally forgot to clean it. But this time, it was Hobie's fault after he dragged you into his place after you finished your mission to release some steam. He was partly the reason why your suit was torn up in certain places.

Hobie leaned back again against the headboard, arms behind his head as he enjoyed the view of you bending down, your panties barely covering your ass.

"I'll make you your own watch," he uttered, not taking his eyes off you as you turned around to face him, throwing your suit on the bed. "Let him kick you out, and we can visit each other any day." A smile played across his lips as he crawled to you, towering over you, and pulling you closer to him by holding your waist. You could feel his breath because of how close he was and his cold rings touching your lower back. You couldn't smile at his idea, lips forming into a light smile. You wanted to protest and say you can't afford it, but he shut you up by leaning into you, his lips meeting your ear. "I'd finally have proper time to take care of you," he whispered into your ear, his hand sliding down to grab your ass. Chills traveled down your spine as you heard his voice and the cold jewelry on his hands meeting your ass.

You couldn't help but moan at his action and be rewarded by Hobie's cocky smile and his hands traveling under your panties to hold your bare ass properly. As many times as Hobie touched you, it always felt like the first time. His long, slim fingers slid down your skin, playing with the hem of your clothes, playing with your hair, or fingering you while lying beneath him. You always ended up begging for more, and he devoured every sound you made.

Words began to form on your tongue but quickly again disappeared when Hobie attacked your neck and started leaving light kisses on your skin. You leaned into his touch, mind blank, forgetting about the suit ready on your bed, and Jess probably waiting for the both of you to show up. Now, all your thoughts were full of Hobie's lips, already on your collarbones, and his fingers still holding your ass.

"Hobie," a moan left your lips as he moved his hand up to pull away the straps of your tank top down your shoulders. He stopped all his movements, looking up at you with concern in his eyes. You bent down to give him a proper kiss, pushing him back against the mattress, your weight falling on his. Both of you let out a surprised gasp, his hands grabbing you more tightly than before.

"I'll stay," you whispered against his lips, lifting yourself to sit on your knees on his lap while he laid beneath you. You could see the sudden change in his face, a smile glowing on his lips. "But," He raised his eyebrows, confused and waiting for what you were about to say. His hands moved back to hold your ass, your already wet core so close to his reach.

"Remember last time? At the dorm?" you asked, hoping he'd remembered. But you doubted he would forget you beginning as he pounded into you against the wall and called you names, you'd be too ashamed to admit you like being called.

As expected, he tilted his head, scanning your face to find out if you were joking. When he decided you were not, he nodded his head. "Could never forget that," he joked, gripping your ass harder and pushing you against his growing crotch, gasp leaving your mouth.

You bent down, hands on his chest as you whispered against his full lips, your teeth gently tugging on his cold piercing. "I want you to do it again. Use me like you did back then." You closed your eyes as you felt his lips move against yours, his hands moving up to hold your waist.

"You sure?" he asked gently, wanting to know you're certain about your wish. You didn't waste any second and gripped his shirt, pulling yourself closer to his body. Hoping that serves as an answer.

You felt Hobie smile against you as the kiss deepened, growing more passionate and fuller of desire. You needed to feel his touch, his tongue, his fingers, his cold rings against your skin.

"Hobes, please," you whispered as his hands slipped up your tank top, caressing the skin of your underboob, teasing you. Testing how much you can take. His other hand traveled from your waist to find your hair, pulling them down so he could have more access to your neck. You let out a moan as he kept pulling your hair, holding your head thrown back. His lips attached to your neck, leaving wet trails as he moved down slowly.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice deeper and more demanding. It made your walls clench over nothing. His hand under your tank top finally moved up, your hard nipple meeting his cold rings. You gasped, closing your eyes, digging your nails into his thighs. His thumb ran over your nipple while still assaulting your neck with painfully slow kisses.

"Touch me, please." You begged between moans before you felt Hobie's lips move away from your neck and let off your hair. His brown eyes, now darker than a few minutes before, pupils dilated, stared back into yours, a smirk playing on his face.

"Barely done anything, and you're so needy already." Tilting his head, holding back a smile. His gaze fell, where your crotch met his, thoughts playing in his head.

"Pathetic," he mumbled to himself before grabbing you by the waist and throwing you under him, your back meeting your soft mattress. Hair spread on the bedsheets; legs spread for Hobie to fit in between. Your tank top slid up, exposing half of your boobs and if Hobie looked down, he could've seen the wet spot between your legs.

"You look a fucking mess." You watched him draw his fingers alongside your tank top, moving them down to meet the lace of your panties. You waited patiently for his next move, moving your hips against his hand for some friction. But he caught your action and pulled his hands away. You rolled your eyes at the frustration, pushing away the desire to finish this by yourself. But you asked for this, and Hobie always respected your wishes. No matter how twisted they were.

"Hobie, please just," Your tone was filled with annoyance, which made Hobie laugh, admiring how needy and beautiful you were for him. Lying there, leg spread out, tits out, waiting to be fucked like a whore.

"I'm gonna do what I want," he grabbed your cheeks, eyes staring into your soul. "And you will take it." His dominant voice traveled straight to your core, wanting nothing else than to be filled by him. Nodding your head, you didn't protest and let Hobie place his fingers back on your skin, teasing you for minutes before his fingers finally landed at your inner thighs. You were now sure he saw how wet you are, dripping through the panties.

"Fuck," he let out a sigh when he saw the mess you made on your underwear. "You're so predictable." His laugh filled the room followed by a gasp when his fingers touched your clothed cunt.

"D'you like it?" He raised his eyebrows, not taking his eyes off of your cunt. You nodded to answer his question, gripping the bed sheet from the frustration you felt. If Hobie won’t pleasure in the next few minutes you swear you were going to go crazy and do it yourself. Your irritation wasn’t hard to see and Hobie decide to spare you from the torture. You could barely catch him kneeling and ripping of your panties, throwing them away to the pile of clothes from earlier days. Your wet cunt now revealed to him and exposed to the chilly air in the room.

“Fuck,” he breathed out his hands spreading your legs further from each other. You lifted your head to watch him, finding him laying between your legs and taking one of his bigger rings, holding it between his thumb and his middle finger. You were confused at first as to why he took it off until you felt him slide it down your dripping clit. The coldness of the ring sent shivers down your spine and made you tremble.

“Jesus, Hobie.” You gasped, his cold ring still touching your slit. Head falling into the pillows you let yourself relax while Hobie kept working on your cunt with his ring. You could feel his breath, his lips, and his tongue so close to your soaked clit.

Hobie liked seeing you struggle under his touch, but he couldn’t feel sad for torturing you, so he quickly pressed his lips against you, drawing a moan out of you. He could drown between your legs, thighs crushing him. As if you already weren’t a mess, he added a finger, circling your wet core to coax it to loosen. “When you’re away I daydream about this.” His deep voice sent vibrations through your cunt, making you groan his name out. He took advantage of you being distracted by his words to shove his finger inside of you, your moans spreading across the room. His tongue stopped the movements on your clit, quickly being replaced by his thumb. As much as he loved tasting you and devouring your cunt, he wanted to watch you quiver underneath him. Under his fingers. So needy to be fulfilled.

Adding another finger to stretch you out, you grab his arm to stable yourself as your eye roll to the back of your head, overwhelmed by his finger pumping in and out of you. “Like it? Fucking your cunt with my fingers?” he asked, mockingly, smiling at you trembling, all because of his fingers.

“Yes, fuck.” You cried out, Hobie’s fingers speeding, curing inside of you hitting all the right stops. He was sure people outside the apartment could hear your cries, and he loved the idea of them knowing you were getting fucked and used by him. All his to take.

“So desperate,” he laughs at you, stopping his fingers but leaving them inside of you. Your head flew up, your face filled with confusion and frustration. You were so close, he could feel it, but he decided to let you cum only around his cock. He made the decisions tonight. You did as he said.

Without answering he took you by the waist and turned you around, on all fours, ass up. You tried to calm your breath and compose yourself, mad he didn’t let you cum. You felt the heat in your stomach fading away as you waited for Hobie to take you. You practically begged for him, crying for his dick to fill you up.

“Music to my ears.” He whispered into your ear, moving back behind you, admiring the view. Your ass ready to be fucked, your cunt wet, walls clenching around nothing. “All mine,” he murmured, and you could hear him playing with his belt, his pants falling to the floor.

“Yours.” You confirmed, resting your head on your hands, pleading for him to finally fuck you and use your cunt like he did many nights ago. You know he’s just toying with you, testing your patience which is about to run out. You hear his silent laugh and the next thing you know; his cock is spreading you out, deep inside of your cunt. The delicious stretch draws a moan out of you, your head covered in the pillows.

He waits for a few seconds, letting you adjust him before he starts thrusting into you, slowly starting to pick up speed. His hands on your waist, cold rings touching your skin, and his cock buried deep inside of you.

“Fuck, could do this all day.” He moans, his thrusts becoming faster and rougher. "Feels good?" he asks as he leans in to grab your hair and pull it back. "Getting fucked by me." He continues, not stopping fucking you hard, his thick cock spreading you out, tears streaming down your face from the pleasure. You couldn't even speak, as his cock kept sliding in and out of you, only focused on how good he felt inside of you.

"Like being used by me, huh." He knew you loved it. He knew how much you liked being called degradatory names, letting him spread your cunt and fuck you senseless. One of your favorite thing to do.

"Yes, Hobie," you screamed out as his cock hit your cervix hard, deeper now than ever before. His one hand still pulls your hair as his other keep your ass in place so he can pound into you like crazy. "Fucking love it when you use me like that." You let out between moans, closing your eyes,

"Fucking whore," He doesn't stop as he slides his finger under your belly to feel himself in you. The pressure of it makes your walls clench, orgasm approaching. You don't even notice his hand moves down until you feel him rubbing your sensitive clit. You were still so wet, basically dripping to the bedsheets.

"Such a good whore for taking my cock like that," he says out loud, pulling you up to press your back against his chest. His hand quickly travels up to hold your bouncing tits, playing with your nipples as he fucks into you deeper, knowing he's gonna cum soon too. "Your pussy feels so good around me." Whispering in your ear, biting into your earlobe. His cold piercing tickles your neck, making you shiver. You feel overstimulated, but it only brings you closer to your peak.

"Your fucking whore. Fuck me like your personal toy." Tears coming down from your eyes, enjoying the way Hobie fucks you like you're his personal sex toy. Like you're his possession and only he can fuck you like that.

"That's right, you're mine. Mine to take and fuck." He growls into your ear, his thrusts becoming sloppy, alerting you he's close to orgasm. And you are too, as your knees start to give up and your body weakens, under Hobie's restless cock spreading you out fast and hard.

"Fill me up, Hobie." As on command, he cums into you, filling you up with his seed. You follow him right after, falling back to your bed, letting the pleasure take over. Hobie doesn't hold you anymore and lets your knees give up on you. His cum dripping down from your cunt mixed with your own. Ass red, hair, messy, and nail marks on your hips. Marked as his. Mark as his to take.

You lay there for a few minutes, the body still trembling from the hard orgasm, until you feel Hobie fall next to you, cloth in his hands. He also looks tired, his cheeks red and eyes lighter now. You lift yourself to move closer to him, your lips meeting his.

"Thank you, Hobes." Smiling against his lips, you feel his hand move to your lower back.

"Ask more often, please. Feels fucking awesome." He jokes, now playing with your sweaty hair, which reminds him. "Look like shit, we need a shower."

[spidernoirs-cigar]

All I can think about are those nerd!Miguel drabbles which are incredibly sexy (minors DNI with link)

[miguelsslvt]

friends- chase atlantic

nerd! ex! miguel o’hara x popular! reader college au

word count: 1335

TW: mild smut under cut, overstimulation, smoking, drvg use, manipulative friends.

A/N: so basically, this is my interpretation of a scenario that happened in the nerd! miguel lore!! obviously this isn't 'canon', this is just my interpretation of the wonderful storyline by @nymphomatique !! always go check her out, her stories are honestly the best <33 hope you all enjoy and welcome to the club!!^^

'he's not good for you y/n!' 'he's a freak y/n!' 'he's such a weirdo compared to you y/n!' 'get rid of him y/n!' 'get rid of his ass y/n!'

that's all your 'friends' ever said to you about miguel o'hara. they hated your relationship with him. he was a nerd sure, but all your 'best friends' were adamant that he was no good for you. or your name, for that matter

he was a bit of an outcast and nerd, sure, he used to sit alone at lunch, he would get bullied by the football team, he never got invited to parties, and don't even get started on his glasses.

but, no matter what, you wanted him. you had a reputation of popularity and cockiness sure, but you wanted to introverted freak nonetheless. he was just so.. sweet. and no matter what, you wanted him.

eventually you listened to your friends, cutting off everything you had with miguel so you could stop hearing the constant nagging of 'when are you gonna get rid of him?'

miguel being miguel, he was heartbroken. he cried for days, while you were enjoying your free time partying or sleeping with randomers.

a few weeks swings by, and parker's usual summer party is just tonight. he has one every year, and without a doubt they're the best parties of the whole school year. you were obviously first invite, and you happily agreed. but what you didn't expect, was the conversation in chemistry class that parker and his other 'popular' football friends were saying.

'yeah i invited that o'hara kid, it's gonna be so funny!' peter said, as one of the boys joined in. 'i say we throw him into the pool!' he said, as you chimed in. 'don't be dicks you think you're all so cool and popular bullying a kid? grow up.' you snapped.

peter smirked. 'aw, is little y/n getting possessive over her little ex fuck toy? i swear if you two are gonna fuck in my bed-' 'even if we do i'm sure it'll be better then having another night with your 2 incher. at least he knows where the clit is.' you replied snarkily, the boys laughing as peter went red in the face in anger.

'you're such a slut!' he snapped, you smiled. 'yeah well at least i didn't fuck mandy simpson in the back of english lit last semester.' you said, as peter was livid. he turned around, as you and your friends laughed.

the party arrived, and you wore your favourite black tight dress. it was a spaghetti strap, paired with gold hoop earrings, a gold necklace and some black strap heels. you packed a black and gold bikini just in case the boys decided their usual 2am pool dip.

you grabbed a bottle of vodka, pouring 50% in, mixing it with some coca cola. you noticed the usual hockey boys sniffing some sort of substance you didn't really care, you then saw the pick me girls all over peter and his friends. your friends were smoking back in the garden, beside the pool. you decided to walk over to them.

'hey girl! you want a smoke?' gracie asked, as you smiled and lit a cigarette, smoking it with your friends.

'hey, is that.. o'hara?' kate said, pointing to a corner. you turned around quickly, seeing the boy you oh so fondly missed (but you would never tell anyone that).

he looked more ripped. he had been going to the gym, you noticed that when you stalked his instagram story last week. he wore a pair of black jeans, and a polo shirt that was a little too tight for him. his hair was slicked back, and his glasses were a little crooked as usual.

'what a nerd, who invited him?' grace whispered. 'i heard peter invited him just to take the piss outta him. a little far fetched if you ask me.' maddy said, as abbie chimed in. 'well after making y/n look like an absolute freak for dating him, i'm sure the nicest thing o'hara could do is at least look popular so y/n doesn't look like a complete moron.'

'say that again?' you swung your head to abbie, who immediately shut her mouth. 'you can't talk abbie. i swear you fucked hobie brown during spring break?' you replied, as your friends laughed, abbie nodding. 'i deserved that.'

a few hours rolled by, and you were.. tipsy. your friends were either dancing, drinking or making out with one of the hockey dudes. you however, was searching for miguel. and when you found him, your heart boiled.

'cmon o'hara! we so kindly invited you to our party, why don't you just take a little swim with us?!' peter said, pinning miguel up to a wall. miguel was a shaking mess. you sighed, walking up to peter. 'hands off him.' you said, sternly.

'cmon y/n, you two ain't even together anymore. let's just show this little freak what parties are really about hm?' peter replied, as you smacked him swiftly, causing peter to lose his grip on miguel.

'WHAT THE FUCK?!' he snapped. 'touch my boy again, and i'll fucking end your career. you hear me?! one snapchat story and you could lose everything parker, you hear me?! now fuck off, enjoy your little party, and leave me and MY man alone!' you yelled, as peter's friends were awe-struck. they knew you were mouthy, but jeez.

'stupid bitch!' peter yelled, before walking away. tears welled miguel's eyes, as y/n grabbed his hand, taking him into her car.

she started the car, as the two were silent on the way home. 'w..where are we going?' miguel asked. 'my dorm.' you said in reply. '..i'm not your boy y'know. not anymore.' miguel mumbled. that made you raise a brow. 'i'm sorry, what?'

'you said i was 'yours' earlier, a-and..' tears fell down miguel's face. 'i'm not. n-not adfter y-you dumped me.' he said, as you sighed.

'..you're supposed to be smart, o'hara. why the fuck can't you see why i dumped you?' you said, as miguel looked away. 'i do know. i- i know it's because your friends said so. th-they didn't want you to be unpopular and weird.' he said.

'..i'm.. fuck man.' you mumbled, sighing. 'you know me, miguel. you know i hate saying this. but.. i'm sorry.' you said, that made his heart stop. you're.. sorry?

'i do want you. i've always fucking wanted you. but my friends they.. they just- they were in my ear for so long i-' 'tell me.' he cut you off. 'what?' you asked. 'what were we? we weren't exactly together, b-but we weren't not? i.. all i know is that we weren't just friends.' miguel stated.

he had a point. technically speaking, you two were just fuck buddies. 'we.. we were just fuck buddies.' you said honestly. 'and i stopped that because of my.. stupid fucking friends.' you parked outside the dorm. 'and y'know? i don't give two shits what anyone thinks about us.' you said, looking at miguel. he wiped his tears.

'do-does that make us.. something again?' he asked. '..get out.' you stated, as you got out the car, grabbing his hand and dragging him into the dorm.

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'm..mistress p-please..' he begged, his legs shaking. you had been sucking him off for about an hour now, not stopping. it was his nth orgasm, and he couldn't feel anything.tears were streaming down his face, but you weren't done. not yet.

'let your mistress please you, yeah baby? i've been neglecting you for so long..' you cooed, stroking his cock as his eyes rolled back. you tutted. 'aww, so sensitive.. is my little dweeb tapping out before even touching mistress?' you teased, as he shook his head.

'n..no.. w-want to feel y-you mistress.. p-lease..' he whimpered, as you let go, moving to sit on his lap.

'trust me baby, we aren't stopping until i say so.'

[twiisted-king]

♢ Spider-Man Noir BF HC’S ♢

➟ Spider-Man Noir / GN!Reader 🕸️

➟ SFW / NSFW

➟ TW : 1930’s Attitudes, The Great Depression, Injuries/Blood, Sexual Content, & Smoking.

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— Let’s set one thing straight, he is husband material.

— The moment y’all start dating is when he starts thinking of marriage. Obviously he’s from the 1930’s so he probably thinks more in terms of “ I Man, I Husband “. I don’t think it’s to the point of being toxic though :)

— Peter has a gun, yes a gun, that he is not afraid to use especially when it comes to you. He’s always clutching you close to him whenever y’all go outside and keeping a close eye on the environment around him. He already lost Uncle Ben, he is NOT losing you too.

— A total gentleman : flowers, taking your coat, kissing your hand, he goes the whole nine yards.

— It’s hard for him to just be comfortable sometimes. Experience the Great Depression and being Spider-Man has left him a nervous wreck who just can’t calm down. He’s always expecting the worse. In other words, please treat this man like he’s the best thing in the whole world, he needs it.

— A music lover who would be even more smitten if you danced with him. He’ll hum to the tune and spin you around the livingroom with this big, goofy smile on his face.

— Peter runs off of coffee, cigarettes, and adrenaline. He doesn’t have the easiest line of even as a civilian and often works late into the night. He’s always exhausted when he gets home and just wants to fall into bed beside you.

— Is pretty always big spoon. It’s just easier since he’s more then a likely taller than you plus he likes taking on the protector role.

— A decent chef. He can definitely make a mean dinner and has learned a few tips/tricks from Aunt May.

— Patch up his wounds! He’s a good patient who just sits there with this glint of admiration in his eyes as you clean up any blood or stitch close a deeper cut. He’ll absolutely tease you by asking if you can “ kiss it better “.

— He writes sappy poetry. It’s mostly just for kicks and giggles though he can definitely whip out something that really touches your heart. He gets flustered if you thank him for the poetry and just hides his red face behind his hat Jotaro style.

— Peter wants to eventually move away from New York to somewhere much quieter. He wants to marry you and have a big house. If you want kids that’s more than okay with him and if you don’t he’s content on settling for a dog. He absolutely loves dogs.

♢ NSFW ♢

— While not the most experienced person sexually he still knows how to have a good time.

— Peter’s libido isn’t the highest and sex is more of a celebratory/occasional thing. You got a job promotion? Cool! Peter wants to bang you on the couch until the walls are white and the multiverse rips apart.

— I think Peter definitely gets aroused a lot he just doesn’t act on his feelings. He doesn’t exactly have time to take an hour away for some much needed love making.

— But when he does get that hour away? Oh boy howdy prepare yourself.

— I already discussed that there is more than likely a height difference and he takes that to his advantage. It’s easy to just scoop you up no matter how heavy you are and have sex with you right against the kitchen wall.

— Like he’ll rip your clothes off in the heat of the moment then promise to buy your another shirt later.

— RIDE 👏🏻 THIS 👏🏻 MAN 👏🏻 - He doesn’t mind just kicking back and letting you take control for a bit. He lets out the hottest noises and when you’re thighs are aching from bouncing on him? He just manually fucks you on his cock all while telling you about how nice you feel tensing around him.

— No surface in your place is safe. Kitchen counter, bed, couch .. you’ve been banged on all of them.

— Wants to stuff you full of as much of his cum as possible. He’ll cum into over and over again until your stomach is bloated with his release.

— He’s big! It can be an adjustment taking his dick and he’s fully aware of his size. He’s always whispering encouragements to you, telling you about how good you look taking him like this. His balls are big too lmao.

[ovaryacted]

Insoportable

Summary: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader. Miguel couldn’t stand you, the more you refused to listen to him and his orders, the closer he got to snapping. After another failed mission, he’s had enough, and takes it upon himself to put you in your place.

Warnings: 18+/MDNI. NSFW. Porn with plot. Dom/sub elements, throat/face fucking, degradation & praise, slight size kink, slight choking, rough sex, bare backing, mention of fluids.

WC: 5.2k

A/N: Took me a while to write this but I hope it’s enjoyable. Originally was an enemies to lovers plot but it’s more of a passionate stress relief type thing, I’ll do actual enemies to lovers/hate sex another time. For the record, I speak Spanish, so the Spanish you see in this piece is how I’d personally speak. Title is also in Spanish lolz. :)

You were insufferable, a nuisance every time you walked in the room or were in close proximity to Miguel. A firecracker that hated following orders or being told what to do. He didn’t even know how you managed to last this long as a spider-person or why you were chosen to become one since you behaved so recklessly. In his mind, you were a hazard to have on his elite strike force, but Jess was the one that convinced him you would be a good addition to the team. That was a few months ago, and he continues to figure out whether or not having you around was a good or bad thing. So far, it was definitely leaning towards bad.

You never listened to him, often going off on your own on missions or making small mistakes that would throw him off. It was almost as if you enjoyed seeing him upset, making it harder to tolerate you and leading to more arguments. The constant bickering and fighting was a daily occurrence, a game of pull and push to see who would make the other crack, and usually, it was you pushing Miguel to his limits.

This was how your relationship was, if he can even say you guys had one, and he still remembers how your eyes gleamed with mischief when you were introduced to the Spider Society. At first glance, he comes off as intimidating, even scary with his size and demeanor alone. But with you? It was the complete opposite, like your ego was as big as him and then some. He couldn’t understand why you didn’t take him seriously.

Of course, today was no different.

“This isn’t how we organized this!”, Miguel yelled at you from the other side of the street, climbing up one of the buildings to catch up to your rapid swinging.

Currently, you were tracking down a lizard variant that Miguel had ordered you to capture and bring back to HQ. It was intended to be a solo mission, but instead of listening to him the first time around, you brought your newest friend Hobie to keep you company. As if the brunette’s stress couldn’t get any worse, seeing you two together creating havoc across the multiverse blew his blood pressure through the roof. The second you joined his team, you and Hobie instantly clicked, becoming almost inseparable when you met each other. Two rebels, two people who hated authority were brought together by fate. If Hobie’s anarchist tendencies were bad then, they’re worse now, and it only wore poor Miguel out knowing that headache number one found its match.

The variant from Earth-374 was tracked down in the sewer system, both you and your favorite rockstar managing to slow it down and trap it in one of the underground tunnels using your webbing. In celebration, you stopped by to get hot dogs, feeling you deserved a break and cheering at a job well done. Excitedly, you reported back to Miguel of your successful capture, hoping that maybe for once, he wouldn’t look at you with such dismay. Only when it was time for him to come to retrieve the anomaly, he was dumbfounded to see traces of webbing and no lizard. It escaped right under your grasp, your clumsy mistake of not securing them properly and forgetting to set up the sensors caused this to happen. You could practically see the tick in Miguel’s jaw as he all but looked at you in vexation.

Now you were attempting to amend your mistake with Miguel and Hobie alongside you, chasing the creature down through the streets of an alternate New York City. Despite both of them being there to help you, you still managed to go off on your own.

“I almost have it! Just let me get this!”, you called back to Miguel, distancing yourself from the other two as you launched your body towards the reptile underneath you. Miguel constantly called you out on this, how you always put yourself in danger instead of actively trying to get away from it. Your spider-senses were the same as everyone else’s, yet you behaved as if you didn’t use them half of the time, enjoying the thrill of being put in such precarious situations.

Hobie followed your lead while Miguel continued to grumble under his breath. You landed on the lizard’s back, shooting your webs to cover their eyes and blind them momentarily. They thrashed around the bustling streets, scaly skin rough against your feet and sharp claws reaching out to grab you.

A backflip here, another dodge and curve of your body there, you landed on top of the lizard’s head. They snarled when you shot another array of webs at their jaw, creating a makeshift lead and pulling upwards. In the mayhem of the chase, Miguel shot his own red webbing at its feet, yanking backwards and watching the mutated reptile slam into the concrete face first. Hobie mimicked the larger man’s actions, the both of them working in tandem to bring the lizard down to the ground and secure it thoroughly. You busied yourself with webbing its mouth shut, taking extra care to ensure you wouldn’t repeat your initial mistake.

Even if this was considered a personal redemption, you didn’t have the time to recover your breath before Miguel was on you again, his tone harsh and condescending.

“Do you have any idea what the hell you just did? How many times do I have to tell you to do things the way I say?!”, Miguel spat out, scolding you as if you were a child that lacked common sense.

“We still caught them no? The damage isn’t so bad”, you said stubbornly, putting your hands on your hips and looking up at Miguel defensively. From the way the outline of the eyes on his mask curved downward, you could tell he was irked. Perhaps this was his last straw with you.

“You destroyed half of the damn city! Are you really this stupid and hasty?”, he said almost exasperatingly. No matter how hard you tried to talk to him, Miguel never listened. He always wanted things done his way, and he just couldn’t stand the fact that you never saw him through.

“I wouldn’t be this hasty if you would just get off my back! You’re always so uptight!”

“This conversation isn’t over, you hear me?”, he hovered above you, not wanting to prolong this argument any longer. Messing with the buttons on his watch and opening a portal back to H.Q., he entrapped the lizard variant and threw them through the bright colors of the interdimensional opening. He took one last glance at you before walking through, leaving you and Hobie behind as you sighed and looked down at your feet.

“I messed up, didn’t I?”, you asked Hobie, who started walking towards the portal with you close behind.

“Nah, it’s not that bad. The big man will get over it”, he said with a shrug, tone of voice slightly teasing and doing nothing to calm your nerves.

You only silently hoped that Hobie was right.

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Miguel exhaled with his fingers pressed against the bridge of his nose, breathing through his nostrils as he tried to regain some peace of mind. After today’s fiasco of a mission, he called you and Hobie back to his lab to discuss it. Whether it was just to talk or simply yell at you again for your failure, you were about to find out.

“Miguelito, you’re going to pop a vein at this rate with the way you’re stressing out,” you teased, looking over at the very agitated Spider-Man.

Oh, he hated that. He loathed how easily the nickname slipped past your lips whenever you antagonized him. You always found more ways to get under his thick skin, and this was one of the things you did from your long list that seemed to upset him the most.

“Dios dame paciencia”, Miguel muttered under his breath, huffing and puffing as he paced around.

“I lied before, he’s definitely pissed at you now”, Hobie said next to you, smugly glancing between you and your mutual boss from the corner of his eye.

“It’s not so bad, I swear”, you put your hands up in fake innocence, and Miguel just chuckled dryly under his breath.

“You’re joking right? You let the anomaly go because you weren’t paying attention, and I have to clean up after your mistakes, again”, Miguel turned his back to face you, red eyes looking at you fiercely.

“Okay, I may have done that, but we caught them right after. What’s the big deal?”, you said, shrugging, which only seemed to tick Miguel off more, feeling his shoulders tense and his left eye beginning to twitch.

“And that’s my cue to leave. Good luck, mate”, Hobie says, saluting you and leaving you to face Miguel’s wrath alone.

“What’s the big deal? You just don’t get it, do you? You’re always so careless, you never listen to me, and then you act oblivious when you mess up. How the hell are you even a spider-person?”, Miguel retorted, stepping closer to you as an act of intimidation, but it didn’t affect you much. You held your ground while he walked forward until he stood right in front of you, looking down as if you were merely a pest.

“I still do my job, don’t I? You’re stressing out over nothing, and you don’t have to be breathing down my neck all the time if you’d just let me do my own thing. The multiverse is still safe Miguelito, lighten up!”

“Stop fucking calling me that! God, you annoy the shit out of me I can’t stand you.”

“I’m aware of that, you remind me every day!”, you countered defiantly, and Miguel was on the brink of losing his last nerve.

“Coño, for once, will you just shut the fuck up!”, he yelled now, reaching an arm out to wrap his hand around your throat, holding you in place instinctively as you gasped.

He wasn’t choking you, his fingers not daring to tighten around your neck but acting as a placeholder. He bent down the slightest bit, whispering in your ear with a tone of voice that was borderline threatening.

“You’re a pain in my ass, an ungrateful brat, and I don’t know if you get on my nerves on purpose, but you’re going to learn to stop fucking with me like a plaything. ¿Entiendes?”, Miguel snarled, his lips grazing the outer shell of your ear. This you weren’t expecting, your mind short-circuiting as your breath hitched at his words.

Miguel pulled away, his hands still around your neck while he stared down at you. He was taking in your reaction, watching how your breathing increased, your eyes were filled with a curiosity he hadn’t seen from you, and he could practically feel your pulse pounding against his thumb that pressed into your skin.

He was trying to figure out the sudden change in your demeanor, half expecting you to say some sassy remark back to him, but nothing came out of your mouth. If anything, you seemed to like this.

“Ah, so that’s what it is? You’re a brat on purpose?”, he smirked then, finding your sudden silence amusing. “You think you’re hot shit, acting all defiant around me when in reality, you need to be put in your place.”

Your cheeks blushed, both confused and aroused at the sudden change in the dynamic between you two. Have you thought about Miguel like this? Sure, once or twice. But the big scary Spider-Man was a tough nut to crack, so instead, you compromised for teasing. There was no way he would act out on those very sudden desires, right? Right?

Oh how wrong you were.

“You put up a show all the time when you just want some attention. Ain’t that right, muñeca?”, Miguel said, leaning his face closer to yours so the tips of your noses barely touched. He was teasing you, playing with the idea of giving you something you didn’t even know you would crave. His grip tightened around your neck the slightest bit, bringing your attention back to him when he spoke again, “I asked you a question, answer me.”

“Y-Yes”, you stuttered, the neurons in your brain working just enough to formulate one word. At this rate, you could feel your body warming up with how Miguel spoke to you. It felt taboo to be in this situation right now, but some part of you wanted to indulge in this small fantasy.

“Hmmm, maybe I’ll remind you where you belong so you can stop acting out. You want that?”, Miguel’s voice was playful now, noticing how your blush intensified the closer he leaned down. One of his hands reached for your hip, bringing you closer to him while the other stayed on your neck, your jaw tilting up towards him. It was an invitation, a calling for a kiss, or whatever else he may have in mind.

“Fuck, yes”, you found yourself saying a bit too quickly, your brain telling you to just shut up and listen to him for once, to relieve whatever tension the both of you have developed for so long. Miguel took one last look into your eyes before he closed the distance between you two, his mouth meeting yours with force.

Your lips meddled together in a flurry of need, a mess of tongue and teeth as you both forgone all sense of professionalism. These weren’t the lovely, soft kisses one would expect from someone they’d been pining after. They were possessive and dominating. Miguel’s grip on your hip tightened, pinning you to his body as you stood chest to chest. He practically loomed over you, needing to crane your neck up to kiss him properly. You moaned when his tongue slipped between your lips, grazing the roof of your mouth and curling around your own. The hand wrapped around your neck slipped from its grasp to cradle your jaw, stroking your cheek in a way that opposed the harsh kisses he gave you.

When Miguel pulled away for a breath, your face was slightly flushed with plush lips to match. His thumb caressed your bottom lip, pressing into it and looking at you with newfound desire. He sighed when your lips closed around it, sucking it into your mouth gently and tracing the bottom of his digit with your soft tongue.

“You just need something in your mouth to be good right?”, he smirked, pressing the pad of his thumb on the middle of your tongue as you hummed against him with a nod. The red in his eyes darkened, watching you stare at him in desire. Miguel chuckled, taking his thumb out of your mouth and stepping away from you slightly with a toothy grin on his face.

“Let’s see if you can do more with your mouth than just piss me off”, he grunted, his voice dropping an octave as he pushed you down to your knees in front of him. If you thought Miguel looked big before, he looked much larger in comparison now, the shadow of his body swallowing you whole.

You looked up at him needily, your attention diverting to the bulge hidden underneath his spider suit. Mouth watering at the sight, your eyes widened when part of his suit disappeared in pixelated bits, his hard cock bouncing towards your cheek. An unintentional gasp slipped out of you, biting your bottom lip and rubbing your thighs together as your lower gut bubbled in warmth. Now you know why Miguel acted the way he did, why he was so hard to handle at times. His words and size matched the rest of him, big and intense all around.

“Don’t be scared of it”, you heard Miguel say mockingly, bringing you out of your admiring trance. You could tell despite his dominating demeanor, he wanted to be touched, his cock almost pulsing in front of you.

“Who said I was scared?”, you taunted back, grinning when you saw the same annoyed look Miguel does that seemed reserved for just you.

“You want to prove me wrong? Go ahead then”, his hand went to your hair, grabbing it in his fist as he felt you caressing his tip in light kisses. He sighed when your lips moved under the base of his shaft, kissing the prominent veins that pulsated against your warm mouth. It took everything in him not to thrust into your face, but he knew what you were doing, playing with him even when he was the one in control.

Your breath hitched again when your head was yanked back, ogling him as you saw how pent up he was, how badly he wanted you.

“Don’t fucking tease me. Now open wide baby”, he muttered, putting both of his hands on your head to get any flyaway hairs out of your face. He wanted to burn this picture into his memory, taking in the view of you having his dick down your throat for the first time.

Slowly, your lips wrapped around his member, encasing him in your hot mouth as you relaxed your jaw to take more of him. You didn’t know if you would be able to take all of him at once, but you sure as hell were gonna try. Breathing in through your nose, you moved further down, feeling more of him resting against your tongue before deciding that was enough for now.

With a gentle tug of your hair, you pulled back, moving your head over him while one of your hands went to his thighs for support. Your other hand held him at the base, jerking the rest of his cock that couldn’t fit. He groaned shamelessly, letting you have a small bit of control as your tongue traced over the underside of his length. It felt good, better than he imagined, and he couldn’t help but close his eyes to immerse himself in the pleasure.

You hollowed your cheeks out, bobbing your head harder while taking more of him into your mouth. Tasting the saltiness of his precum against your tongue, you moaned around him, his fingers tightening around your head as you kept working over him, not caring for the slight tingling in your jaw.

“Knew you were good at this”, Miguel mumbled, his fangs digging into his bottom lip as he watched you. You looked almost precious to him, your hand growing slick with saliva along with the rest of him, your lips pinker than usual. He couldn’t help himself, grabbing the top of your head and thrusting towards your face.

You choked a bit at the action, the sudden intrusion forcing him all the way down the base of your throat until he pulled his hips back. He did it again, pushing your face against his pelvis until your nose rubbed into the soft brown curls against his skin.

“See how pretty you look when your mouth is shut? Just get your throat fucked like the slut you are, taking me so well”, he lost himself to the sensation of you deep-throating him, struggling to take all of him at once. But you tried, your hands on the top of his thighs as you happily let him fuck your face.

Tears started to gather on your lash line the more forceful Miguel got, an audible gagging sound filling the room every time he plunged deeper into you. Spit was coating your chin and cheek, his balls hitting your face with every drive of his hips. Blowing someone wasn’t new to you, but the way Miguel used you to get off intensified the burning heat in your gut. Hearing the sounds he made, feeling how he throbbed and twitched in your mouth, how his thighs slightly shook the closer he got to his climax. It was arousing seeing him like this, and you enjoyed it like it were your favorite movie.

“I want to cum down your throat, you gonna let me?”, Miguel asked, sweat starting to build up on his hairline as he looked down at you. Your eyes were hazy, pupils dilated and almost lost as they met his. He could feel your harsh breathing against him, the drool pooling in your mouth, and the vibration of a pleasurable hum as you answered him with enthusiasm.

“Mierda, swallow it all for me, I don’t want you to waste a drop”, he said hastily, thrusting up into you a few more times before he shuddered with a loud grunt. Miguel’s hips stayed flush with your face, tears dropping down your cheek as you choked around him and felt him cum down your throat. You clutched his thighs, breathing shakily and trying to remain calm to the best of your ability. He felt you constricting around him, taking everything he had to give while his fingers dug into your scalp.

With ease, Miguel pulled his hips back, watching you catch your breath. You moved your head up, opening your mouth to show him how you followed his directions, no traces of his release left behind. Not a single drop was wasted. For the first time since you’ve been in the same room with him, there was a smile on his face.

“I should give you a treat for being so good to me just now”, Miguel purred at you, bringing you back onto your feet and kissing you deeply. He could taste himself against your tongue, groaning into your mouth as he chased the flavor of his release. You clung to him, gasping when you felt a claw on your back tearing at your spider suit as he slipped it down your body, leaving you bare before him.

“Fucking hell Miguel”, you whined against him, the brisk air of his lab making your nipples hard, biting your lip when a rough thumb caressed a perked nub. He was handsy and impatient, lifting you up by the bottom of your thighs and bringing you to a spare desk on the other side of the room. You sat on the cool surface, legs instantly parting for Miguel as his hips pressed against yours.

With hungry lips, they wrapped around your other nipple, sucking lavishly and humming around it as his hands explored over you. His other free hand trailed down your stomach, gracing your bare hip and reaching towards your warmth. Your hands went to his brown hair, running through the strands and arching towards his touch as a thick, calloused thumb ran circles on your clit.

“You always get this wet when you have dick down your throat?”, he chuckled, releasing your nipple to kiss your neck, nipping the soft skin while he continued his rubbing. You couldn’t even answer him, throwing your head back to grant him more skin to touch and crying out when two of Miguel’s fingers slipped inside you.

The soft squelching that filled the room was almost embarrassing, feeling your arousal drip onto his skin with every plunge of his digits. You were already so wet and pent up from the earlier usage of your throat for Miguel’s pleasure, sending you that much closer to the edge. With a flick of his wrist, his fingers curled into the soft spot inside you, your thighs twitching under him and pulling another whimper out of you.

“Please, fuck please”, you gripped onto his bicep, grinding your hips against his hand to chase your own pleasure. Miguel’s sharp eyes observed you, watching every stutter you gave him and how your eyebrows creased the closer you got to your climax. He was mesmerized by your soaked heat, knuckles deep into you and hitting every sensitive spot he could find.

“So needy, fucking into my hand like a whore. You want to cum on my fingers muñeca?”, he said against your ear, biting on the lobe as you shook underneath him and weakly nodded. His thumb came back into the mix, rubbing fast circles on your clit that made you keen. You were dripping down his wrist, your hot walls fluttering around him and your nails leaving indents in his biceps from where you held on to him.

“Cum for me so I can fill your pussy up just right”

It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, closing your eyes and mewling out Miguel’s name in the crook of his neck. He groaned at how tight you got, sucking his digits deeper into your body as you flexed around him with trembling legs. He didn’t stop moving his hand against you, making sure to milk your orgasm as much as he could. With a soft kiss to your lips, he pulled his touch away from your center, marveling at how your fluids glistened in the dim light of his lab. Staring at you lustfully, he slipped his fingers into his mouth, savoring your taste with a lewd sigh.

“I’ll get a better taste of you later, but for now let me fuck that defiant attitude out of you”, Miguel said, his hands going to your thighs and lifting them up. He put one of your legs on his shoulder, bending down closer to you as your back was resting on top of the desk. You could feel how hard he was for you again, grinding his length against your wetness, his tip bumping into your clit deliciously every time.

“Just fuck me, please Miguel”, you begged, clenching around nothing and feeling how badly you needed to be filled with something. You expected some sly comment from him, but he surprised you, positioning himself above your entrance and pushing forward.

“You’re so fucking tight. No wonder why you act the way you do”, he hissed at the way you throbbed around him. He didn’t stop moving until his body was flush with yours, reaching the deepest parts inside you and stretching you so deliciously you whined. It would be an exaggeration to say you felt him in your chest, but you swear you could.

A choked moan left your throat when he pulled his hips back to pound into you again, setting a rough pace from the start. The smell of sex started to fill the lab, Miguel’s face digging into your neck and biting the skin as he huffed under his breath. He leaned forward towards your body, your leg that he had on his shoulder bending towards your chest, making him slip deeper into you. You yelped at the action and fucked back into him, your hips meeting his with an audible slap.

Miguel was unrelenting, his hands digging into the plush skin of your thighs and hips as he looked down at where your bodies met. His pelvis rubbed into your clit with every stroke, tilting his hips the slightest bit to hit your g-spot every time he plowed into you. The annoyance he once felt towards you evaporated from his mind, now only focused on screwing you into the desk. It was a lot, he was a lot, but all you could do was be good and take what he gave you with no complaints, holding on to the edge of the desk so tightly your knuckles turned white. He was also silently thankful his lab was farther away from everything else, his ears taking in every delectable sound that came from your bruised lips unabashedly.

“You’re so loud. Do you want the entire HQ to hear how much of a slut you are? Letting your boss fuck you like this for being a brat”, he teased in your ear, feeling you clench around him as he increased the intensity of his thrusts against you. You liked the mix of his degrading and praise, common sense so far gone from your current mind that it left you stuck on cloud 9.

The sneaky hand on your hip moved down your body again, rubbing the pulsing nub as you rambled incoherently against him. He could feel you getting close, doing everything in his power to ruin you for any other person, if that were even an option. You didn’t have it in you to warn him of your impending release, your thighs shaking against his body. But he already knew, slamming harder into you to the point where the desk underneath you screeched against the floor. He was getting close too, his eyes trailing down your body and seeing the white ring at the base of his cock.

“You’re so close baby. Need you to cum around me so I can fill you up, let everyone know who’s fucking you so good”, Miguel grunted against your ear again, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders and clinging to his body. Your nails dug into his back, scratching down the firm planes of muscle and leaving angry red streaks in their wake. He shuddered at the touch, growling into your skin and biting at your shoulder.

Head thrown back in ecstasy, the tension in your gut snapped as you spasmed and wailed under him, the pleasure overwhelming you the second time around. Miguel held on to your hips to keep you from jerking against him, whispering praises into your ear and telling you how good you were, how good you felt squeezing around him. His pace grew sloppy, pumping into you a few more times before his release hit with a guttural moan. Cursing in Spanish under his breath he came inside you, filling you to the hilt with some of his seed spilling out of you.

The both of you panted against one another, Miguel’s body slowly relaxing as he placed one final kiss against the new marks he left on your neck. He lifted his head back to look at you, your eyes half-lidded and face flushed as you caught your breath. Your heart was going a mile a minute, knowing your body would feel sore, but you felt satisfied beyond measure. With a hiss and much protest, Miguel pulled his softening length out of you, watching his cum slip out of your slit and run down your thigh.

“You okay?”, he asked, his voice no longer laced with anger or irritation. You nodded, licking your lips as you tried to find words for him, but your mind was still fogged with the high you just experienced.

“You should listen to me more often you know. I don’t want you causing any more trouble”, Miguel told you, voice softer than usual as he caressed the soft skin of your quivering thigh.

“And what’s the fun in that if this happens when I piss you off?”, you told him, a dopey grin on your face as your eyes met his. The same mischievous glint he always found was there again, something he initially hated now being something he wanted to see more often.

“Then I’ll hold you to it. Don’t be surprised if I put you in your place again”

“I’m looking forward to it, Miguelito”

He found himself chuckling at that, the nickname that made the hairs at the back of his neck rise in aggravation now felt like a blanket of comfort. He knew down the line this wasn’t the end of your antics, that you would continue to get on his nerves. Only this time, he found a way to get something out of it.

Maybe just maybe, having you around wasn’t so bad after all.

©️ ovaryacted 2023

[messylustt]

v.07.10.23 day four: thigh riding ( nsfw )

spider noir brainrot

noir’s always busy. but your needy pussy is just far too wet to leave him alone. he’s a polite man, always such a gentleman to you. but as you crawl across the bed and over to where he’s seated at his desk, and the way that you eye him, tracing your finger along his collarbone, his shirt loose and lazy, his ‘respectfulness’ falters. he hates tending to you when his focus isn’t entirely on you. even if you’ve stated that you don’t mind, he wants to take care of you in a way that puts you first. it’s sweet, but right now the concept ‘sweet’ isn’t exactly radiating off him. “keep working, it’s fine.” you murmur as you straddle his thigh. “i can just use this.” then you begin to grind your hips, slowly at first. his hands fly towards your waist and you think that he’s going to stop you, but he instead begins to move you, making your pussy lips drag against his pants. he doesn’t want you doing the work. if you’re gonna use his leg to get off then he’s in the right to control your movements. your whimpers stutter. “i can just do it — ” you try, knowing he’s busy, but in response he pushes his leg higher up into your cunt making your words cut short. “you’re gonna make my pants all wet...” noir murmurs, but there’s no protest in his actions. making you rut against him quicker, his lips parting as he feels your heat rub along his thigh. though he’s a respectable man, sometimes all he wants is to see you pathetically getting off on him.

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[sugarplumz100]

ATSV characters with a short reader

ATSV (Hobie Brown, Patrick O'Hara, & Miguel O'Hara) x fem!reader

Tw: 18+, fingering, size kink, tiny hands/wrists, name calling, bj m receiving, (petite reader), and breeding kink

Hobie (⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠♪

Hobie is already very tall even to average height people.

Hobie would definitely tease you about it, call you pipsqueak and rest his arm on your head because he thinks you look adorable when you get mad.

Hobie is the kind of person to purposely hold stuff over your head so you can't reach, he'd only give it to you if you beg and/or give him a kiss.

He wants you to literally cling on to him 24/7 but won't ask because he doesn't want you to feel weird about it.

Hobie definitely gets turned on when you compare the sizes of your hands.

He won't be able to stop thinking about how much smaller your tiny hand would look on his cock.

Patrick O'Hara (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Patrick would love to see you bond with Widow (I think that's his horses name).

Patrick thinks it's so cute when you try to get on but can't because of your short stature.

Patrick will bring you to his place to look at Widow and take her out for a ride.

Patrick stands there watching you, wishing that you would ride him instead.

Patrick is a gentleman so he would get anything off of a high shelf for you.

He may or may not stand around waiting till you need him.

Patrick likes to teach you how to shoot with his gun because he gets to see how small your hands are.

He gets to move your fingers and hand to the right place.

Miguel O'Hara (⁠　⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠☞

Miguel is damn near 7ft tall so even if you aren't even short no way your gonna ever be face to face height with him.

Miguel is touch starved so when you get affectionate he gets awkward, he doesn't know how to hold you.

Miguel likes when you straddle him because he loves seeing the difference in size.

Miguel can't help but just want to stuff you full of his seed and breed you.

Miguel doesn't joke about your height often but when he does, only he is allowed to do it.

Miguel will spoil you rotten, especially with heels because he likes the thought of you trying to be taller but failing to do so.

Miguel is a busy busy busy man so he will fit you under his desk while you suck him off and struggle to fit all of it into your mouth.

Don't worry his big fingers will be toying with your tiny pussy.

[miguelswifey04]

Hey Lin!! Could you do a Noir x Fem reader where Peter gets really jealous of some other guy whos hitting on the reader at some bar, and she takes full advantage of this (Knowing how Peter gets ;p) by entertaining the other guy's flirtiness? Peter gets upset and flips out on the guy and brings you home (smut??? LOL)

Thanks for letting me request!! Love your stuff! :)

LOVE THIS CLICHE TROPE SM <33

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noir stood by your side at the bar being protective of you as you both enjoy the lively atmosphere of the bar. it’s dimly lit and everyone’s having a good time conversing with one another. peter is next to you but he isn’t displaying any type of affection that would tell others you’re taken. he doesn’t have to because he knows you’re his and he enjoys the playful banter between you and the bartender but it’s all just for fun. his eyes crinkle with amusement finding it pretty fun. he isn’t one to get really possessive or aggressive when men hit on you because you never give them that type of attention. he’s busy sipping on his egg cream and playing with his lighter when he notices a man who took the opportunity to strike up a daring conversation with you.

the man tried to impressing you with sweet words and charming gestures. for some reason, it kind of got under noir’s skin. he can’t understand why he reacted that way but he did. maybe it was the way your face lit up and you smiled prettily at that man. you, however, had another motive in mind. you wanted to see if you could awaken spider-noir’s hidden possessiveness which was buried deep and locked away—somewhere in his heart. you were curious to see how he reacts because he usually never would get mad at you or blame you for another man’s motives. knowing full well that spider-noir had a short fuse, you toyed with the other man's advances, playing along with a twinkle in your eye. your coy smile and flirtatious banter were meant to stoke the embers of jealousy within spider-noir, to elicit the reaction you yearned to see.

as the man's hand brushed yours and his words grew bolder, spider-noir’s expression darkened, his jaw clenching in a mix of irritation and protective possessiveness. he had always been one to wear his heart on his sleeve, and this situation was no exception.

tolerating no further restraint, spider-noir stepped between you and the other man, his eyes locked on you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. gone was the playful banter. in its place, a possessive hunger burned within his gaze.

“step away from them now," he growled lowly, his voice laced with a potent combination of warning and desire. the atmosphere around you shifted, tension thick in the air, as spider-noir’s protective instincts took hold.

fearless, you leaned closer to spider-noir, your lips grazing his ear as you whispered, "awww, what’s wrong baby? are you jealous, my love? does it rile you up to see me tease another man? you know i’m all yours, but sometimes it's fun to make you a little possessive."

his nostrils flared, his grip on your waist tightening possessively. “you wanna play this game? fine by me darling. we’re leaving.”admission had struck a nerve, the allure of playing with fire irresistible to both of you. in that moment, you could see a fire burning in his dark eyes, a hunger that needed to be satiated. you were excited if you were being honest. you’d finally made him jealous and you couldn’t lie to yourself—the way he reacted kind of turned you on.

without uttering another word, spider-noir clasped your hand firmly, a silent invitation for you to leave the bar. the world outside had lost its appeal, the chemistry between you and spider-noir demanding to be indulged. he took you to the car opening it for you and letting you inside without a word. at least he was being a gentleman while being pretty jealous. the whole car ride was silent and you tried to speak to him but no matter what he only gave you short one-word responses; his gaze never left the road.

the anger and jealousy fueled your passion, igniting a connection that burned hotter than ever. he unleashed his longing and possessiveness upon you as soon as you both made it back home. Spider-Noir's dark eyes bore into yours, his gaze intense as he climbed atop you with a commanding presence. the air was thick with a mix of tension, desire, and a tinge of reproach.

as he hovered above you, his voice laced with authority, he spoke with a profound seriousness, his words piercing your heart while igniting a familiar flame of arousal within you.

“you dare to tease and taunt me, my love," he murmured, his voice deep and velvety, "testing the limits of my possessiveness. remember this: you are mine, body and soul. no other man should dare to touch what is rightfully mine."

“oh am i? then, prove to me i’m yours.” you smirked while you felt his warm breathe trickle onto your face. his hands gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head, asserting his dominance as his gaze drank in your vulnerable state. spider-noir’s touch was commanding yet laced with a raw tenderness, a reminder of his undying love mixed with the lesson he intended to impart.

“you need to be reminded of your place, my darling," he continued, his lips grazing your ear, his breath sending shivers cascading down your spine. "i am the one who claims you, protects you, and lavishes you with pleasure. no one else can fulfill those desires quite like i can."

with a possessive growl, spider-noir’s lips sought out yours, capturing them in a searing kiss filled with equal parts desire and discipline. the kiss was both punishing and passionate, leaving you breathless and yearning for more.

his hands, firm and demanding, roamed your body, mapping every curve and dip, claiming territory with his touch. you squirmed beneath him, the mixture of submission and arousal driving you wild as you absorbed the lesson he was so fervently teaching.

delving into the depths of pleasure and pain, spider-noir left his mark upon your body, nipping and grazing over sensitive skin, marking you as his own. with each act of possession, his words of instruction mingled with your desire, etching themselves into the depths of your being. he ripped your clothes off of you as he pushed your head down onto the pillow while your ass was up. he ripped off your undergarments as he took you from behind. you felt him enter you with one swift motion, you welcoming in your wet entrance. you swallowed his cock so needfully and clenched every time you felt him stretch out your whole just right. he was aggressive but lovely at the same time. you hips snapped against his as he buried his fingers deep into your skin of your hips—that was definitely going to leave bruises in the morning. your cries, begs, and moans fueled his desire to make you a whimpering mess. he had a tight grip on your hair while a string of saliva cascaded down your flushed lips down to your chin. you were completely being destroyed yet you loved every second of it.

“no other man can make you feel this good, could they?” you couldn’t even respond as he gripped the back of your neck, pushing your head back down onto the pillow. he was going at full force and his thrusts were relentless. this was your punishment for entertaining that man at the bar. he could feel you close and he picked up his pace. this happened a couple times, and he wasn’t going to let you cum once but multiple times. he knew whenever he made you cum multiple times you’d be beyond overstimulated. “i know, too sensitive huh? you can take it.” you nodded and cried out for the love of god. you were too overwhelmed by the sensations that your body trembled. you lips quivered and you shut your eyes tightly as you felt your third orgasm coming in.

as the lesson reached its climax, spider-noir released his hold and gazed into your eyes, his expression softened with a mixture of reverence and affection. he had claimed you, reaffirming the depths of his love and the boundaries of his possessiveness.

in the aftermath, as your bodies heaved with shared pleasure, spider-noir held you close, the intensity of his embrace a reminder of the love that drove his actions. his voice, now gentle and tender, filled the room.

“remember, my love," he whispered, his voice a velvet caress against your ear, "you belong to me, body and soul. i am yours, just as you are mine. let this lesson we've learned bind us closer, strengthening the passionate connection that burns between us."

and in his arms, his touch a delicate mix of possessiveness and affection, you found solace and comfort, reassured that your love for each other was a force that could withstand any test, ensuring your journey continued with an unyielding hunger for each other's desires.

tags 🏷️: @kairiscorner @alliwriteistrash @refridgerators

[herbrattypsht]

And if you kick every Hispanic and black writers out this country, whose gonna write the best black/hispanic fem reader fics/smut, AOT/JJK/ITSV fans?🤨

(Oh thats not😟)

I MEAN IN THE SENSE THAT-

[killykstudio]

Melancholia

Miguel O'Hara x Cheated on!Reader

Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6;

Warnings: 18+, no minors, heavy smut, fingering , spanking , dom! Miguel, dirty talking, mention of mental illness, self loathing.

Summary: after taking care of you, Miguel decides that you deserve a punishment due to your behaviour.

Author's note: since there are a lot of Spanish sentences in this part I've put the translation near to them, so enjoy!

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"uno" Spank!

"dos" Spank!

"T-tres" Spank!

"cua-a-tro" Spank!

"c-cHinCO" Spank!

"chinco"(it's "chinco" (five))

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"m-miguel!" You moaned.

"Empecemos... De nuevo" (let's try it again). His voice was suave, sultry and deep. You whimper.

"u-uno" Spank!

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You forgot for how long he has been torturing your delicate buns. You were still wearing his short , but their legs were pulled up enough to show your skin.He made you count all the slaps he gave you in Spanish. After all you were the one to ask him to teach you the language.Every time you inevitably got the numbers pronunciation wrong ,he would start all over again. at every hit ,you rewarded him with a moan from your plumb lips, that he has bitten to the point of draining blood. His name slips from your mouth like a prayer, but with difficulty , since he has put two fingers in your mouth. You were already a mess , drooling all over the sheets and feeling your slit becoming more and more wet at every slap.

"c-cin-quen-t-ta"(fifty) Spank!

"Bien..." His finger leaves your mouth with pop. A string of saliva still connects them to your mouth. He leans back, takes off his shirt, takes both of your wrists and ties them together. Then he props your ass higher and takes off his shorts from you.

"tan mojada... Solo por esto, muñeca? (So wet... Only from this, babydoll?)

You whine at the cold air on your slit. He takes with his huge hands your peach cheeks, opening them further , a string of cum leaving your cunt.

"esto coño es solo por para mí ¿Tengo razón? (this cunt is only for me , am I right?)

"what are y-" Spank!

You gasp by the sudden sting. Your cunt clenching at nothing.

"solo español" (only Spanish) his severe voice sending shivers to your spine

"s-í" you cry out

"bueña muñeca... Mereces una recompensa" ( good "girl"... You deserve a prize)

Immediately your cunt was filled by two thick fingers.

"ah! Miguel!"

He starts pounding into you with such a fierce speed, touching all your weak spots. Your mind starts going dumb. He doesn't seem to slow down. You present him with your cutest sounds.

"Miguel!....Fuck!" Spank!

Meanwhile destroying your body with waves of pleasure he takes his shorts stained by your juice and puts them in your mouth to ease your moans.

You are drooling all over the sheets. You nails digging so hard in your palm. You can feel it , your climax approaching. It feels divin-

"que maravilla"(wonderful).your eyes widen, your cunt clenching at nothing and your body squirming in search for him. He just pulled out his finger from you , leaving you desperate for your release.

He takes of his shorts from your mouth.

"Repite después de mí" ( repeat after me)

"Mi amor" (my love)

"M-Miguel pleas- Spank!

"Se honesta, ¿lo haces a propósito? Te gusta ser azotada por mí" ( be honest, you do it on purpose? You like being spanked by me)

"repite,mi amor" ( repeat, love)

"Mmi a-amor"

"Buena" (good girl)

He flips you over your back and leans down over your slit , just his breath almost making you cum.

"te amo" ( I love you) he rolls his tongue on your clit. The feeling makes your eye roll in your back

Slap!

You gasp in pleasure and arc your back . This time he gave you a less hard slap on your slit.

"te- te amo"

He does a long lick from your hole to your pulsing clit, then he sucks on it and release it with a pop ,only to continue doing cats licks on it.

"quiero que estemos juntos..."(I want us to stay together)As he saying it you feel his breath and his tongue playing on your nerves

"q-quieRo q-u-e estEmos jUntos" at this point you are a babbling mess.

"para siempre" (for ever)

"pa-pa-para siiemp-Ah!

Three fingers slip inside your folds, the sudden stretch making you see the stars.

"deja ese pendejo y quedate conmigo te tratare como te mereces..." (Leave that bastard and stay with me ,so I can treat you the way you deserve)

His speed increases more and more with you becoming more and more near your release

"Miguel! I'm cu- "Slap!

"FUCK!" slap!

Your vision is becoming more blurred, your nerves are on fire , your body it's starting to shake-

"Acaba para mi , muñeca" (cum for me , babydoll)

you raise your head and you meet his gaze...

"Fuck!" You cum just by his expression: full of lust , red eyes , his mouth and chin dirty by your juices, his curls in disorder. Fuck he looked so pussy drunk.

He carries you through your release, sucking your sensible bud and getting his finger out to plant his hand on your bladder. This makes your flames turn into an explosion of white pleasure. You scream his name again again

"Miguel! Miguel! Migue-

"¿Sí?"

Morning light hits your eyes , making you find cover under the sheets.

As your sleepiness was leaving your body and your brain started igniting your nerves back, you realised.

It was just a wet dream!?

"everything okay y/n?" You hear Miguel's voice from another room.

What the fuck? Why did I dream something like that... I mean...no,please... I can't be this stupid... Did I fall in love with him?! Just from an act of mercy?!Oh, God! I'm completely crazy! completely gone ! Also a maniac. He would think I'm repulsive if he knew. Poor Miguel being stuck with someone like me, he would be ashamed to have someone like me to like him. I feel so sorry for him, I mean...Wait...when did I fall asleep?... everything he said meanwhile he brought me to his bed...Him teach me how to say muNeCa...was... Me dreaming or...

Fuck! You feel... sticky down there... so you bring two fingers on your covered slit and touch it to check

You are soaking wet

"¿Muñeca?"

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Author's notes: Yikes!! It was so difficult to write smut , but here we are! I think it was time for something spicy after all the drama even though it's just a dream. Anyway part 5 has been released, so go catch it! And thank you for reading!

[leisures-writes]

in which peter b. parker just loves you so much! he needs you to know, in every way, he loves you… ( alt title — escape. )

who? — yan. peter b. parker x fem! reader

general warnings! — dc written by a 17 year old! housewife-esque & pregnant reader ( 12 weeks pregnant ), yandere / obsessive behavior directed towards the reader, ( i do not condone yandere / obsessive behavior at all. ), and non canon for into the spider verse & across the spider verse! dni if uncomfortable with any themes being written or with minor writing!

nsfw warnings! — pet names, whiny / whimpery / brief sub peter parker, begging ( m. & f. ) breeding kink, hair pulling ( m. receiving ), premature ejaculation, fingering ( f. receiving ), brief finger sucking ( m. receiving ), intimate hand holding & eye contact during sex, grinding / groping, praise ( m. & f. receiving ), squirting, creampie ( f. receiving ).

note! — by clicking read more, you’re agreeing to read dc or nsfw. my tag list and requests are open or, you can enjoy my y! peter b parker x f! reader x y! miguel o’hara fic! please like, comment & reblog <3

peter couldn’t believe how pretty you are.

gazing at you, the bustle of new york seems to fit you well, bringing a glow he would see when he shuts his eyes at night.

he dreams of you, the way you glance around, the way you seem to think of everything and nothing at all, the soft smile you gifted him, the way you smell, everything.

he felt so much joy seeing you, his pretty girl, sitting in his spacious apartment, waiting for him after a hard day of work and saving people. the way you’d greet him with a slight smile and dinner sitting on the table making his heart ( and cock! ) throb. the way you bustle around in the kitchen with a swelling stomach made him feel warm and fuzzy.

the rush of doing his job or being spider man — was nothing compared to the one he knew when you looped your arms around his waist and kissed him on the cheek as he did the dishes after dinner. it certainly did not compare to the way you beckon him to follow you to the bedroom with a playful glance.

he loves you. he truly does. ( he wishes you feel the same. )

he chases after you desperately, the thumping of feet on the wood making you laugh from the bed. he kneels in front of you, caressing your calves before trailing upwards. your eyes crinkle as he pushes past the shirt ( his shirt ) that covers your stomach that swells from your child. his hands cup the bare sides as he nuzzles you.

“hello there, little one. i hope you haven’t been giving your mom a hard time today. we love you a lot but we would appreciate if you weren’t kicking her and making her sore. i–”

the way your hand strokes his hair as he rambles on about his day makes him purr, his ears heating up as he chokes.

he peers up at you as your smile turns mischievous. the look sends shivers down his spine, making him clear his throat before he slowly unfolds from the kneel. he takes in the sight in front of him. his knees ache from his brief time on the floor.

( his heart hurts even more. )

“hi.”

he awkwardly greets. he sits besides you for the briefest moments before he pulls you on top of him to place the softest kisses on your face, the odd sensation causing you to snort. you greet him back with a murmur and chase his lips. he pulls back, grasping your face with such delicacy as tears well in your eyes at being denied affection. he studies your face for the longest time, the tears that wet your lashes, the tears make your eyes shine in the dim new york glow that peers past the curtains.

he gives you the same smile he gifted you this morning as he wipes away the tears with soft fingers.

“i love you.”

the words fall and he kisses you as if you held the last breath of air he could take. the contrast of the way he holds you and the kisses makes you reel — it makes you swoon.

his hands grasp your face for a beat more before one moves to hold your back, and the other angles your face so he can slot closer to you. there’s no tongue, not yet at least, but the firm pressure speaks more than words could. so much more than anything else.

( he wants to breath you in, to remember the feel of your breath of his cheek as you kiss, to know how he feels is reciprocated. he wants you. he chokes on the words he can’t speak into air. )

he pulls away, leaving you dazed and both of your lips slightly swollen. his hand stroke a soothing back and forth on your spine over the shirt as he pets your face. the shaky exhale gifted by you makes him so hard. he nuzzles into you, both his hands moving to your hips and brings you more firmly onto his lap, onto his hard on under his sweatpants, despite your protests of being heavy, pete! under light laughter.

he chuckles, his rebuttal of spider strength brushing your neck raising the thin hair on your skin. “besides, what kinda man do you take me for, hm? don’t you remember that anniversary dinner… the one were you tied me up and you sat on my–”

he pulls away from your neck. as he speaks, he grinds into you, smiling at the gasp you let out. “the one were you sat on my face and came twice — oh, oh, fuck, baby. please, just like that.” his hands wander away from your hip, exploring your thighs and ass. he seemed to like the way you tug on his hair, his grip tightening and hip jumping once, twice!

the whine he let out must excite you too, the smell of your arousal causing his head to spin as he begs you to pull more, please, please, sweetheart! fuck! want you to pull harder! as he peppers your face and neck with kisses.

( he can’t believe you’re with him years after school. him! loser parker from high school that got shoved into lockers by flash thompson and was bullied relentlessly. and you — pretty, kissable you. you, his english partner for a month. the girl who gained his heart within weeks of knowing. )

his breathing stutters as he gropes your ass, his come ruining his sweats. he whimpers slightly at the feeling, tears building in his eyes. you croon, hands no longer pulling his hair but rather petting, the motions soothing as he catches his breath.

“i–i’m sorry! i didn’t mean–”

“you did good, pete. don’t apologize, baby. i’m sure that today was stressful for you.”

his eyes were hazy as he glances up at you, his beautiful wife straddling him. guilt floods him as he realizes you had yet to come. hands coming up to support your neck and back, he gently flips the position to where he can see you and pleasure you. his fingers slip past your damp underwear, the both of you sighing. his thumb rubs your clit with just the right pressure to have your back arching gently with the gentle pace he sets after a minute. he marvels at how wet you are, the sound of your whimpering competing with the way his fingers fuck into you.

his cock swells in his sweatpants, straining against his cooling come but he focuses on you, your pleasure.

( how he often thinks of this moment. he thinks of how the sound of new york fades when he beholds you, and the smell of you and him fills the room. the way the light that frames you as if it were drawn to you, a sculpture come to life. oh, how he knew pygmalion felt as he gazes upon you. galatea and pygmalion reborn. how he worships you, the only woman in his life. )

he feels the way you lose the tension in your body as he praises you for taking him so beautifully, making him feel so good. your desperate cries rise in pitch before you crest, riding your orgasm with him keeping the same pace till you squirm away. he lets out a huff of amusement before he pulls his fingers out, sucking on your release.

“gonna eat you out later, baby. can i–?”

a quick nod and he tugs down his sweats and rubs your clit with the weeping head of his cock, the sensitivity of your orgasm causing a whine to pull from you. he shushes you gently, a small smile on his face quelling your huffs. he slides into you, bracing himself over you when he’s fully in.

he holds eye contact with you, one hand reaching for your own, the grip tight. tight enough to where one would wince. but you didn’t make a sound, fluttering your eyelashes at him instead as he fucks you with practiced thrusts, soft whimpers and panting passing his lips. you never leave him wanting, as he sees you start to drool slightly.

“my good girl. you’re so so pretty, full of my cock. i want– want you full of me, sweetheart, fuck. want children with you, as many as you want! after this one, let’s have one more– i know you—shit! you’re squeezing me so tight.”

his praise, paired up with his cock hitting that spot made your mouth drop open with a soundless wail. you clamp down so tightly on him, forcing his hips to slow as you squirt for him. the sight of you being cockdrunk, the tears falling in your eyes, had him groaning. his hips find the tempo he lost as the warmth in his stomach seemed to crawl up his spine, removing any thoughts not pertaining to you from his brain.

his hips still, the space between your hips nonexistent as he comes deep into you. he rests his forehead against yours as he struggles to think. breathes intermingling with each other, all he can do is coo at you, hands brushing your hair, your arms soothingly. your eyes, heavy with sleep, hold emotions you’re too tired to voice. he offers a lopsided smile as he slowly pulls out, his webs finding wipes. he cleans you first, gentle as your hips jolt from the sensation, then himself. he picks you up bridal style and heads to the bathroom to properly clean the both of you.

he kisses you once more, shutting his eyes in bliss.

“love you.”

“i love you too, sweetheart.”

when those words leave his mouth, he opens his eyes. his dingy apartment ceiling greets him. he rubs his eyes, dragging a hand down his face, his boxers damp.

“another dream.”

the heavy tone echoes and brings a frown to his lips.

( if you knew what was going through his head, would you hate him? the thought of keeping you here with him is a never ending mantra that creeps into his everyday life. )

you would. the woman he dreams of holding every night never his to know. what a pair you two would make; the hero and the civilian, spider man and an average living woman. just peter b. parker and the woman he’s been stalking for years, the gap between the two and his want for you growing with every minute that ticks by.

but maybe tonight, he can make dreams a reality.

rey speaks! — he’s sooooo delulu. ( i am too. ) did ya’ll like that lil twist, hehe? or did you see it a mile away? quick question, should i keep the google doc spacing or delete it and bring the text closer?

[sabcandoit]

as you wish was an AMAZING fic!! ! i applaud to you :] for requests, i wass hoping you'd accept one where reader wears a pretty dress for Noir?? it can be either smut or fluff honestly!! or a little bit of both.

hope you have a lovely day!!

Thank you! Here it is!

DESIRE

Spiderman Noir x Fem reader

Summary: The reader "puts on a pretty dress" and they go to a party for a friend of Peter's. As the night progresses, Peter finds himself unable to keep calm around you, overcome with lust, and overall he's just really entranced by your looks <3

Warnings: Fluff! No actual smut this time, but they get close haha. Its a good mix of both of you "taking control" here and there.

A/N: Thanks for all the love on my first fic, "As You Wish"! I love making these and it's great to see so much support! Also I cant help but imagine Gregory Peck as Noir lmao. He's so handsome too. My requests are open too, so don't be shy! Enjoy!

 “It's time to leave now darling!” Peter announced from the living room. You were in the bathroom, still trying on earrings and other jewelry.  You had no need to get so dressed up to show stop Peter with your looks, it didn't take much effort. He never stopped calling you “Beautiful” or “Lovely” even when you were in the laziest outfit and hadn't put any makeup on or done your hair. Now here you were, stalled in your mirror trying to look as perfect as can be simply for the fun of it. You were going out anyway, to a birthday ball of sorts, and would have others looking at you.  

You sported a dark red evening gown with straps and a mid-length v-neck cut, just long enough to show a small amount of cleavage. The back was zippered up and it cinched in perfectly at your waist. The fabric ran smoothly down from there, the skirt long and flowy. You had done your makeup with a fine red lip and a fancy updo, swept up and braided. The shorter pieces of hair that fell out were styled in a wavy, brushed-back look and pinned up. Simple gold earrings and a thin chain gold necklace adorned your body as well as equally delicate gold bracelets. Peter got you this set which surprised you. It was expensive and dainty, not the sort of thing he would especially pick out for you, but it stood out to him as something that would look beautiful on you. You were all ready, you just needed to grab your heels, handbag, and coat.

 As you exited the room, you saw Peter, dressed in a black suit and a black bowtie. His hair was slicked back, bits of it undone and curled on his forehead. He was putting on his black trench coat in the foyer when he saw you. His lips parted for a moment as his gaze settled. “Oh…” he said with a sort of delighted inflection. You smiled, looking down as you grabbed your shoes and put them on clumsily, chuckling softly. He smiled at you too, watching. As you returned, you grabbed your red handbag and a long black trench coat that matched Peter's. “Ready to go Spiderboy?” you giggled as his loving stare never dissipated. “Oh yes.” he snapped out of it. He was flustered and you were proud of it, yet you had to act oblivious. He fixed his black gloves on, stretching his long fingers out. 

“You look beautiful.” he stepped close to you, putting a hand on your back. “Thank you,” you responded as you both walked out of the doorway, grabbing his hat before leaving. You just grinned up at him lovingly. A gentle hand led you both to the car. He opened the passenger door and stepped back, outstretching a hand, “Sit love”. You nodded your head as you stepped in. He closed the door and walked over to his side and sat down, starting the old black Ford. As he drove to the party, you both listened to the quiet radio playing through the dark night. You could cut the tension with a knife, it was so thick even though the silence between you too was welcomed and comfortable. You both stole little glances and would smile when you caught each other. 

Peter finally was the one to speak up, “Have I commented on your dress yet?” he chuckled handsomely. “It’s irresistible on you, doll.” One of his gloved hands reached out and grasped gently on your thigh. You blushed as he caressed it more, saying in a lower voice, “I may not be able to control myself.” You only blushed more. “Peter…” you sighed. “Not now, love” you spoke again. His hand didn't leave your thigh but he did shut up, tensing his other hand on the wheel. 

You both now arrived at the party. Peter stepped out of the parked car and approached your door. As he opened it and you stepped out, you smiled at him. He straightened up, slightly flushed as he put his hand on your lower back again. He couldn't help but stare down at you, your body, and the dress. The jewelry! How could he not have noticed? “I see you're wearing the gold I got you,” he whispered enticingly in your ear as you both walked into the extravagant building, red carpet to greet them and all. “Oh yes, you finally noticed!” you teased, wrapping your arm around his, lightly touching his side in the process, making him gasp. Looking down at you, he saw your eyes looking intently back at him. “Handsome,” you mumbled, looking back down as you walked. He looked in front of himself, trying to keep his composure, your compliment almost melting him right there. As the escorts opened the building doors, the party was huge and bright. People were all over drinking and talking. Of course, you were here for one of Peter’s friends. You walked more in and eventually saw some people you recognized. As you dragged Peter to talk with others, he stayed suspiciously quiet. Maybe something was wrong? Was he not feeling well?

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NOIR’S POV:

That dress. Her in it. She’s too gorgeous for her own good. These men around us, are they all looking at her? If only they knew the things I would do to them if they laid a hand on her or said something even slightly inappropriate.

 I could care less about the people we are talking to, I just want to be with her, alone. Give her all the compliments I want. Tell her all of the things I want to do to her… I can't keep up with this anymore, yet we still have to wish my friend a happy birthday. But look at her body, the dips and curves, her smile and laughter. It's enough to make a grown man crumble. And that jewelry set I gave her, it makes her look only more ravishing. How I wish I could unclasp that necklace and slip off that bracelet… kiss the places where they once were… make her blush and fluster. Ah, the things I would do for this woman.

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“Oh, well I'm not sure that's how it went!” you chuckled, conversing about memories with an old friend. “It had to be!” your friend laughed back. As you both smiled and talked more, Peter’s hand touched yours. Perhaps it was accidental? It now fully grasped yours and you could feel his intense need. Now this was not accidental. You tried to listen to your friend's stories but couldn't focus, his hand was treading down your arm and playing with your dress.

 “Darling,” he leaned down to your ear and whispered, “I'm afraid we must leave.” Your eyes widened as you looked up at him with a sort of offended look. “Peter…” you stammered, looking into his lust-filled eyes. “Peter, we can't leave yet.” “Ah, forget about that.” one of his arms was now wholly wrapped around your waist possessively as he interrupted the conversation around you. “Excuse me, but my lady and I must be going. We have somewhere to go early in the morning and you know how hard it can be when you don't have a full night’s rest.” he chuckled with his free hand in the air. 

They all bid you goodnight as Peter led the way out into the parking lot. He walked slightly in front of you, holding your hand. You stopped, saying, “Peter, that wasn't very kind to the hosts. After all, you were the one they wanted to see”. He turned around and put one hand on your hip and the other on your cheek, pulling you in. He kissed slowly and passionately like he had been waiting for this. As you parted, you stood, out of breath. “Well…” your hands now up in front of your chest. He smirked down at you. It took you a moment to let go of his gaze, you needed to show him how he couldn't affect you like that. As you left his hold, a hand of yours lingered on his coat lapel, you walked in front of him to the car. 

As you made it to your side, he came quickly behind, opening the door for you. “Oh doll, don't be mad at me.” he playfully begged as you sat in your seat. You just rolled your eyes with a silly smile. As he got into the car he looked over at you, more serious and amorous. You didn't dare look back at him, afraid you would disarm at his loving expression. A strand of hair loosened, coming down in front of your eyes. He of course couldn't leave it hanging in the way of your beautiful face, so he brought a hand up, stroking it behind your ear, making you turn to face him. You locked eyes, his with intent want and yours softening. “My love… absolutely gorgeous.” he smiled gently before departing his gaze and starting the car. As he focused on the road, he spoke out to you, “It was a good idea of yours to wear that dress. You look stunning.”. You blushed, loving the attention. Maybe you could take advantage of this? 

“Why thank you. You always look well put together in a suit.” you traveled a hand up to his neck, caressing for a moment before pulling on the bowtie and loosening it. A visible blush was creeping up his cheeks as he glanced over at you. As you completely freed the bowtie from his neck, you tossed it to the side, unbuttoning a few of the buttons on his white dress shirt. “Sweetheart,” he groaned. “What?” you teased, one of the straps holding your dress on your shoulders slipping down. He noticed this, causing him to inhale sharply. 

He couldn't continue driving. His self-control was not that strong. As he pulled over and parked, he turned over to you, took off his suit coat, and rolled up his sleeves, the top buttons all loosened. You blushed and backed up in your seat, the skirt part of your dress riding up and the neckline lowering showing more cleavage. He started taking off his gloves, pulling one finger off at a time as he looked over at you periodically, each time with intensified hunger. After he successfully got them off and threw them at the side he moved over in his seat, grabbing onto your face and giving you a fiery kiss. As you both moved your hands around each other’s bodies feverishly, you mumbled into a kiss, “We can't get much done in here, Peter.” giggling. “Nonsense.” he desperately gripped at your hips. “Allow me to demonstrate.” he chuckled attractively before feeling for your dress’ zipper and pulling it down, warm hands grazing along your back.

[blue-sadie]

Take A Breather

Miguel O'Hara x Camgirl Reader

Summary: getting a notification from his favorite adult live streamer let's him get the relaxation he needs.

Warning: office masturbation, kinda short

Miguel/3rd person pov

Miguel's mind was becoming hazey as he stared at mission report on his computer, he let out a frustrated sigh and slammed his fist against his desk hissing out at the sting of pain.

He was stressed and overworked his hasn't had a break in hours? Days? He can't really remember his been couped up in hq only taking forced breaks by his team.

I let out a groan as I rubbed my face I was pent up and didn't really have much time to myself I looked down at the ground closing my eyes trying to regain my thoughts as I took in deep breaths.

My breath hitched as a notification rang through my ears my eyes snapped to my computer screen and I slightly bit my lip my eyes sharpening as I saw it was her.

'NaughtyBunny has gone live come join her: come check out me and my new toy ;)' I swiftly moved to click on the link but I hesitated and looked around briefly and sighed once more.

A quick look won't hurt anyone I spoke internally to myself and nodded before clicking on my link I grinned as she appeared on the screen her famous bunny ears settled in her head, her make up was natural and brought out her distinctive features.

She was wearing black lacy lingerie with a silver chocker tightly around her neck I groaned out and moved one of my hands to rub my bulge through my suit I just want to tug her towards me by her chocker and make her beg for me to please her.

"I got a surprise for everyone" you sang so innocently I wonder if people are surprised what you do for work, you bent down showing off your ass to the camera as you picked up a red box.

I raised my eyebrows intrigued and watched carefully as you removed the lid grabbing the item inside and showing it to the camera my breathe quickened in anticipation.

It was a pink dildo that was almost the same size as my cock it was somewhat normal except for the little bumps that run along the side "I saw it and thought it would be a nice addition to the collection we have" you giggle turning your head to your back wall filled with 'toys'.

A few donations of 5 to 15 dollars popped up on screen of people telling you different things calling you theirs and different names I would be wrong if I said I wasn't jealous that other people got to see you like this.

You laughed at your comments replying to a few of them as you grabbed your bottle of lube drizzling it down the dildo and using both of your hands to rub it in.

I groaned out and finally released myself from my suit grabbing my cock touching it in sync with your movements "it's so big" you murmured nervously and traced one of your finger tips along the bumps.

"I don't think it will fit" you bit your lip harshly "I'll fucking make it fit" I panted to myself my eyes glued to the screen I grazed my fingers over the head of my leaking cock making a shiver run up my spine.

I watched intently as you raise yourself up and slowly sinking onto the dildo your moans and whines only fueling my desire "fuck it's huge" you cried only fitting a quarter of it inside you.

You leaned forward onto your arms and slowly raised yourself up and down on it slowly taking more each time you go down, I could see your lips quiver as you moaned and the tensing of your muscles as you moved.

I let out grunts of my own slightly tightening the hold I have of my cock imagining it was you instead "fuck fuck fuck" I growled quickly my pace as you did too.

I watched as your eyes rolled back in pleasure as you finally fit the whole thing inside you "I think I can feel my insides being rearranged" you laughed breathless and fanned your red face.

"Oh trust me mi amor I could do much worse" I growled, you slowly began to move again this time you quickened your pace as you go your moans getting louder with each bounce "shit i-i think I'm gonna cum" you squealed.

I felt myself to start to pulse "cum with me mi amor" I groaned my jerking movements fultering as I felt myself close to cumming "fuck" we both moaned in sync as we cam, my cum shooting onto my stomach.

"Well guys-" you panted hazely "I hope you- enjoyed my new toy" you smiled lazily your eyes still filled with the daze of climaxing you leaned towards the camera and knocked the live stream off, I sighed happily and quickly turned to my phone calling someone.

"Yn I need you at hq state, I have a- mission for you"