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pairing: jensen ackles x male reader

request: Could i request a Jensen Ackles x Male Reader; Where the reader is the personal assistant of Jensen, and for the past few weeks, Jensen has been more angry and gets pissed off easily. When reader overhears Jensen talking about maybe finding a new assistant, he realizes that his job is at stake and doesn't want to be away from his crush, so he decides to please Jensen in anyway possible. For weeks reader works overtime to do anything for Jensen, without any change, but one night, while picking up a half-drunk Jensen, he gets to know that Jensen is going through a divorce and needs someone to meet his bedroom needs. Reader jumps at the opportunity, and "sacrifices" himself to be Jensens personal whore.

warnings: SMUT, rough sex, degradtion, face slapping, cum denial, choking if you squint, kinda cheating, breeding, unprotected sex, daddy kink, pet names, bondage if you kinda look really hard, and something else

words: 1.9k

working for mr.ackles was no easy task, between his random rage outbursts, the overwhelming work, and the back aching overtime you were doing for him it was all to much but you stuck through the job if it meant that you got to see that fine ass man every day, you'd do anything for him, waiting hands and knees for his every order like a good boy.

if we're being real sometimes you'd stay up at night fucking yourself with a dildo imagining it was jensen fucking you with his thick cock as you moaned out his name but every morning you woke up to the same reality, and it was even more nerve racking when you over heard mr.ackles talking about firing you because you had been slacking off.

so the only logical thing you could do is start working overtime hoping that would be enough, night after night you stayed after hours helping him do work and try to take some of the stress off him but that was barely working so you had to find another way to keep your job and the lord must have heard your prayers.

the night you were working and getting stuff organized for mr.ackle you got a call from the local bar saying jensen said to call you since he got to drunk to drive home, you immediately hopped in your car and drove to the bar hoping he was okay, you pull up to the bar to see jensen sitting on the curb.

"mr.ackles are you okay" you ask lifting him up "yeah im... im fine" he slurs his words a bit due to the alcohol but you nonetheless get him in the car and soon begin driving "why didn't you call your wife sir" you question glancing at him to make sure he's okay "fuck that bitch" he curses "what do you mean" you ask with eyebrows furrowed "we're going through a tough situation right now it's nothing" he says.

you wanted to be civil about it but on the inside you were dancing with joy that that bitch- i mean his wife wasn't doing so well in the relationship "and i haven't been able to get off in weeks" jensen admits in his drunken state not even realizing what he said which gives you an idea.

"well if you ever need anything i'm here for you" you softly say moving your hand to rub jensens thigh, you see a slight tent rise in his pants "mmm y/n" jensen strains, feeling your hand rub on his thigh is the most contact he's gotten from someone in weeks "yes mr.ackles" you innocently say as if you didn't plan this all in a matter of seconds "fuck" jensen mutters under his breath trying to resist the urges too have your hand wrapped around his dick.

"oh my god are you okay mr.ackles" you ask faking any concern and pulling the car over to the curb before turning attention to him "will you..." he says but is to embarrassed to get the words out so he just moves your hand closer to the tent in his pants "oh no mr.ackles i couldn't do that" you keep up your innocent facade to reel jensen in further.

"cut the shit, i see the way you look at me during work and i know you've jerked off to the thought to me fucking you open every night, and shut up with the mr.ackles shit and call me jensen now are you gonna ride my dick or not" jensen snaps at you making you almost whimper at his agression "yes sir" you say stripping down to nothing, jenson taking off his pants and underwear along with his shirt.

you straddle his lap, and take his dick into your hand, stroking it slowly as you hold eye contact with him "yeah baby just like that" jensen breaths before pulling you into messily make out, his breath reeked of booze but you pushed through, fueled with the thought of finally being able to ride your boss.

"now ride me like the good little slut you are" jensen smirks as you shakily lift over him "c'mon you gotta have lube in here somewhere" he says rummaging through you car before finding a half empty bottle of lube in your glove box "half empty, you must get fucked a lot" jensen says before putting some on his fingers and smearing it on his dick and then on your hole and throwing the bottle in the backseat.

you lower yourself onto his dick slowly making jensen more and more frustrated "come on slut i dont got all night" he says grabbing your waist to push you all the way down on his cock, you moan out loudly "now doesn't that feel so much better, my dick all nuzzled in your hole" he says, his voice slick with cockiness, you look down to see the outline of his dick in your stomach making you whimper at the sight.

"yeah that's me in you, gonna ruin you from the inside and out" jensen says with a sick smile as he poke at the bulge and begin lifting and dropping you on his length over and over "jen- fuck... jensen" you whine "what" he asks, his attention set on the way you take his cock "slow down please" you ask throwing your head back.

"come on i thought this was your fantasy, to be getting your ass split by your bosses dick, you can take it" jensen says not stopping his motion into you "it's to big" you whimper feeling it spread and hit parts of you your dildo couldn't even get "well then do it for the sake of your job, if you can ride me till i cum then you keep your job, if you don't you're fired and you don't get to taste this sweet dick ever again" jensen smirked st your now scared expression.

he was putting your job on the line, but i mean you asked for this when you made advances towards him so now you have to get him to cum to keep this job and your boss "y-yes sir" you stutter lifting yourself off his cock and lowering onto him, his hands still holding your hips for support "mhm just like that, fuck yourself on daddys dick" jensen groans.

"you take me better than my wife ever did, that whiny bitch could barely take the tip but you... you can take all of me with no problem" he says thrusting upward into you a little "thank you daddy" you whine, feeling your knees go weak as you continue riding, you move you hand to your aching dick and start jerking off.

"ah ah who said you could jerk off" jensen tuts holding your hands behind your back with his own and slapping your ass "but i need to cum" you beg "looks like im gonna have to punish your slutty ass" jensen says and you feel your heart drop to your stomach knowing he wasn't gonna be light.

jensen wraps his hand around your throat and forces you too look at him while his other hand holds your hands in place before he begins thrusting up into you, the plaps filling the car as the windows become foggy from the sweat in the car, you moan out into the car as jensen assaults your hole brutally "daddy" you moan out at every drop.

"yeah you love the way i fuck you right, wanna feel this dick every day" jensen spits out roughly as his eyes fill with lust and hunger, you nod at his question "mhm" you whimper lowly tightening your hole around him "want my kids deep in your stomach huh" jensen asks "wanna make me a new daddy, walk around my house filled and good" and you moan at the mere thought of you getting fucked by him every day.

"yes daddy please fill me up with your cum, i want you in me all the time" you moan "im gonna fucking ruin your ass and make it all sloppy so no other guy can fuck you" jensen says through gritted teeth, and just right there you cum all over his chest, you look down at him with fear written in your eyes "please daddy im so so sorry i didn't mean to cum" you try to apologize but its to late "cumming when i didn't say you could, not only are you a whore but you're a disobedient whore" jensen says with a smirk.

jensen moves his hand from your throat and your head drops as his hand moves to slap your ass "count how many times i slap your ass okay" jensen says and you nod without a single thought in your mind from being fucked dumb, one slap on your ass "one" you weakly say and another "two and another "three" and another till you couldn't even remember what number you were on "which one was that y/n" jensen asks still fucking into your sloppy hole "five" you answer "wrong answer" he says and you could feel him go harder.

"so fucking dumb all over my dick, not a single thought behind those eyes you just wanna please me" jensen says noticing you almost faint "hey stay with awake we're not done yet" jensen says slapping you and grabbing you by the chin to lift your head, you couldn't even make out what was happening, everything was molding together and words were just sound in the back of your mind.

jensen had been abusing your hole for about an hour now and you were just praying that he'd cum and give you some rest, your eyes were rolling to the back of your head as he fucked you up, you tried to speak but the words would just be babbles "speak clearly for me baby" jensen would taunt watching you get dumber and dumber.

"you want daddy to cum in you, fill you up with his big dick" jensen asks in a teasing voice, you nod desperately at the question "okay then" jensen says taking his other hands from around your wrists and moving it to hold you waist still, he fucks up into you roughly making you see stars at this point, you couldn't even make out what was real or just apart of your imagination.

but that didn't matter as you felt the sweet feeling of relief wash over you as jensen came in you, you could feel your stomach getting more full as his cumm filled you "yeah take it take it all" jensen grunts still fucking you to ride out his high and push his cum further in you "does this mean i keep my job daddy" you ask weakly "yeah i gotta keep you around for this good hole" jensen mutters lifting you off his messy dick, the cum dripping from your loose hole.

jensen put you in the backseat and get in the drivers seat and drove you to the office because he didn't know where you lived and when he tried to ask you you'd reply with some unknown whines, you woke up to the sight of jensen working at his desk and you were in his over sized clothes "go home and wash up then come right back" jensen demanded like he didn't fuck you unconscious last night, but trust after that day you were his cum dump, he dumped load after load into you, and when he was mad you knew you were gonna get some good dick that day.

taglist: @mailmango @spermeboy @ghostking4m @gayaristocrat

sonnycampbellsmith

Pairing: Clark Kent x Male Reader

Synopsis: Staying a week at the Kent Farm creates a very sexually frustrated Clark

Tags: cute, fluff, smút with plot, smitten Clark, obsessive Clark, clingy Clark, horny Clark, Top Clark, Bottom Reader, semi-public sex, car sex

Reader is Zatanna’s brother. Backwards sentences used as spellcasting. No use of Y/N.

Continuation of this fic

Author’s note at the end :)

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“You’re teasing me.”

sonnycampbellsmith

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Male Reader

Synopsis: Sharon tells you that Steve has a crush on you, you don’t believe her

Tags: fluff, cute, romance, pining Steve, yearning Steve, smitten Steve, nervous Steve, art teacher Steve, librarian reader, Steve wears glasses

Reader is Sharon Carter’s brother. Reader is a Librarian. No use of Y/N.

Normal Human AU. Art Teacher Steve Rogers AU.

Author’s note at the end :)

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“Hello, Mr Librarian.”

randomfanboi

Masseur

Paul Lahote x Male Reader (Smut)

Summary: Everyone knows about Paul’s anger issues. But when his anger lets him lash out at his wolf pack and cause several fights. Emily proposes to Sam that a massage might be a good idea, since there was one not too far. Paul is irritated by the whole thing but Sam forces him to go. Paul is annoyed when he shows up to the place but when he lays eyes on his masseur, his now imprint, things take a turn for the best.

Author: This is also my first Paul Lahote smut! And you know, Paul is so angry in the movie I think he deserves a massage… especially by me. But enjoy!

Warnings: Smut, Blowjob, anal sex, 18+

callsign-maverick

Paul Lahote x reader. Paul is getting better at controlling his anger but the reader is not helping since he decided a great way to deal with the stupid little fight they had would be to be a brat and act flirty and touchy with another person just to get on Paul's nerves, extra brat points if it is one of the cullens who the reader gets along with

— mine to handle

pairing: paul lahote | male! reader

warnings: mdni, bottom reader, brat taming, jealous paul, reader get's on paul's nerves, semi public (they're in a forest), rough sex, throat grabbing

(y/n) had always known exactly how to press Paul’s buttons. Not just gently press, slam them like he was trying to detonate something.

It started with a petty argument. Something about Paul being too controlling. About him always watching (y/n) when he talked to someone else. About the way he growled under his breath whenever someone dared to get too close.

watchinglee2

Tuesday Flex - Copper Barnes x Male Reader

Plot: You catch the eye of shirtless muscle hunk Copper Barnes flexing his huge bicep in the bar and end up bent over in his upstairs apartment, getting passionately fucked senseless by his thick cock all night long.

Warnings: smut

Word Count: 1.58k

Tuesday Flex

You step into the dimly lit bar, the kind of neighborhood spot where the neon signs buzz softly and the air hangs heavy with the scent of craft beer and aged wood. It’s a Tuesday evening, quiet enough that the handful of patrons stand out. Your eyes immediately lock onto him—Copper Barnes, the guy who’s been the talk of the local scene for weeks. Shirtless, his muscular torso glistening under the warm lights, he stands at the center of attention near a glowing turquoise table. His right arm is flexed high, bicep bulging like a sculpted peak, veins tracing paths over the taut skin. A confident, wide smile splits his face, showing perfect white teeth, and his brown hair falls just right over his forehead. Dark chest hair dusts his pecs, trailing down in a tempting line over his abs to disappear into the waistband of his jeans, held up by a worn brown belt.

The background fades—the laughing older woman with gray hair, the older man in a cardigan, the guy in camouflage—all of it blurs as Copper’s blue eyes scan the room and land on you. He holds the flex a second longer, as if putting on a show just for the new arrival. Your pulse quickens. You’ve seen photos online, but nothing prepares you for the real thing: the way his broad shoulders taper to a narrow waist, the subtle sheen of sweat on his skin from whatever workout or dare brought him here shirtless.

You approach the table, ordering a drink to steady your nerves. Copper lowers his arm but doesn’t cover up. Instead, he turns toward you, his jeans riding low enough to hint at the V-lines framing his hips. “Hey, stranger,” he says, voice smooth and warm like aged whiskey. “New around here? Name’s Copper. And yeah, before you ask—the shirt came off for charity. Senior discount promo or some shit.” He laughs, gesturing to the sign on the table about Tuesdays for seniors, but his eyes linger on you, appreciative, curious.

You introduce yourself, and the conversation flows easy. He’s charming, quick with jokes about the bar’s quirky crowd. Up close, his body is even more intoxicating—the defined ridges of his abs contracting as he shifts, the way his nipples harden slightly in the cool air, the musky scent of his skin mixed with faint cologne. Your gaze drifts despite yourself, and he notices, his smile turning knowing. “Like what you see?” he murmurs, voice dropping lower. No shame, just bold invitation.

Before long, the bar starts to empty. The others filter out, leaving just the two of you and the bartender who seems content to ignore the tension crackling between you. Copper leans in, his bare chest brushing your arm accidentally-on-purpose. “My place is upstairs. Quiet. Private. You game?”

You are.

The stairs to his apartment above the bar are narrow, forcing your bodies close. His hand grazes your lower back, sending sparks through you. The door clicks shut behind you, and suddenly his mouth is on yours—hungry, demanding. Copper tastes like mint and beer, his lips full and insistent as his tongue sweeps in. You kiss back fiercely, hands exploring the expanse of his chest, thumbs circling his nipples until they pebble under your touch. He groans into your mouth, deep and masculine, the sound vibrating through his pecs.

“Fuck, you feel good already,” he mutters, pulling back just enough to tug your shirt over your head. His hands are large, calloused from whatever manual work keeps him in this shape, roaming over your torso with possessive hunger. He backs you toward the bed—a simple king in the loft-style space with exposed brick walls and low lighting. You tumble onto it together, his weight pressing you down deliciously. At 6’2” and built like a Greek statue, Copper dominates without effort, but there’s playfulness in how he pins your wrists above your head with one hand, the other tracing down your body.

“You’ve been staring since you walked in,” he teases, lips brushing your neck, sucking a mark just below your ear. “Bet you’ve been thinking about this.” His free hand dips lower, palming the growing bulge in your pants. You arch into him, gasping as he squeezes just right. His own erection strains against his jeans, thick and insistent against your thigh.

You nod, words failing as he releases your wrists to kiss his way down your chest. His mouth is hot, tongue flicking over your nipples, teeth grazing lightly. Lower still, he nips at your stomach, hands working open your belt and zipper with practiced ease. Your cock springs free, hard and leaking, and Copper’s eyes darken with lust. “Nice,” he praises, wrapping a strong hand around the base. He strokes slowly at first, thumb swirling over the head to spread the precum, then leans in to taste.

The wet heat of his mouth envelops you, and you moan loudly, fingers threading through his soft brown hair. Copper bobs his head with enthusiasm, hollowing his cheeks, taking you deeper until his nose brushes your pubes. His free hand cups your balls, rolling them gently, while the other grips your hip to hold you steady. The sight of this muscular hunk—still shirtless, jeans unbuttoned but not off—sucking you off is almost too much. His bicep flexes as he works you, the same one from the bar, now dedicated to your pleasure.

You pull him up before you lose it, craving more. Copper grins, lips shiny, and sheds his jeans in one fluid motion. His cock is impressive—thick, veined, curving slightly upward, at least eight inches with a heavy set of balls beneath. A trimmed patch of dark hair frames it perfectly. “Your turn,” he says, voice husky.

You push him onto his back, straddling his thighs. Your hands map every inch: squeezing his pecs, tracing the happy trail down to grip his shaft. He throbs in your fist as you stroke him, leaning down to lick a stripe from base to tip. Copper’s head falls back, a low rumble escaping his throat. “Yeah, just like that… fuck, your mouth is perfect.”

You suck him eagerly, savoring the salty taste, the way he fills your mouth. His hips buck gently, controlled, one hand guiding your head while the other roams your back. The muscles in his abs clench visibly with each swirl of your tongue. After minutes of this mutual worship, he flips you over again, manhandling you with effortless strength that makes your cock twitch.

“Lube and condoms in the drawer,” he says, reaching over. Prepared, he slicks his fingers and teases your entrance, circling before pressing one in. You moan at the stretch, pushing back. He’s patient but hungry, adding a second finger, scissoring and curling until he hits that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes. “So tight… gonna feel amazing around me.”

When you’re ready, trembling with need, Copper positions himself between your legs. He hooks one of your thighs over his arm, lifting it high, exposing you completely. The head of his cock nudges your hole, then pushes in slowly. The burn is exquisite, stretching you wide as he sinks deeper. Inch by inch, until his hips meet your ass, buried to the hilt. You both groan—his deep and guttural, yours breathless.

“God, you take me so well,” he praises, holding still for a moment to let you adjust. Then he starts moving, slow rolls of his hips building to powerful thrusts. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, mixed with your moans and his grunts. Copper’s body is a machine above you: sweat-slicked chest heaving, abs contracting, arms flexing as he braces himself. You reach up, pinching his nipples, running hands over his hairy pecs, feeling the power in every movement.

He angles deeper, hitting your prostate with every stroke. Pleasure coils tight in your core. “Harder,” you beg, and he delivers, pounding into you with raw intensity. The bed creaks under you. His free hand wraps around your cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. “Come for me,” he growls, blue eyes locked on yours, that charming smile replaced by pure lust.

You shatter first, crying out as orgasm rips through you, painting your stomach and his fist with thick ropes. Your hole clenches around him, and Copper follows with a shout, burying himself deep as he fills the condom, hips stuttering through the aftershocks.

You collapse together, breathing ragged. Copper pulls out carefully, disposing of the condom before pulling you into his arms. His body is warm, solid, the perfect pillow as he traces lazy patterns on your back. “That was incredible,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Stay the night?”

The night is far from over. After a short rest, you explore more—showering together where water cascades over his sculpted form, your hands soaping every ridge and valley. He drops to his knees under the spray, sucking you again until your legs shake. Back in bed, roles reverse; you top him this time, his powerful legs wrapped around your waist as you thrust into his tight heat. Copper’s moans are unrestrained, his hand flying over his own cock as you nail his prostate. The flex of his body beneath you, muscles straining, is hypnotic.

Hours pass in a haze of touches, kisses, and climaxes. By morning, tangled in sheets, you know this is more than a one-night thing. Copper Barnes, the shirtless bar charmer with the killer smile and godlike body, has you hooked.

carnalcrows

A QUIET PLACE TO ROT

pairing: homelander x male reader

synopsis: Homelander shows up at your window covered in the blood of his latest massacre. Somehow, you don't scream. You just tell him to get in the tub. You’re the only person who treats him like a disaster instead of a god, and tonight, he’s desperate to be handled, degraded, and put in his place.

content warnings: 18+, smut, bottom male reader, sub!Homelander (subtop), power imbalance, psychological instability, blood and gore (non-sexual), degradation/praise, hair pulling, rough sex, bathtub sex, wet and messy (water/spit), ripping clothes, crying during sex, creampie.

word count: 1.5k words

freaky-enhamadswriter

✿ ◉ ◉ ◉ Thigh-High Tension

Pairing: Yeonjun x Male!Reader (M/n)

Genre: BL, Romance, Slow-Burn, NSFW

Themes: Jealousy, Teasing, Desire, Slow-Burn Intimacy, Aftercare

Synopsis: M/n has always felt insecure about his thighs, but Yeonjun, his possessive and adoring fiancé, is obsessed with every inch of him. A night out with friends turns into teasing glances, subtle touches, and private tension that slowly builds. By the time they get home, the slow burning desire erupts into a night of passionate exploration, where M/n learns just how much Yeonjun worships him and his body.

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 • 668

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

The humid summer night clung to M/n as he followed Mia through the crowded backyard, the smell of drinks, perfume, and sweat thick in the air. Music pulsed from every corner, laughter and chatter blending into a cacophony that made his chest tight.

“Earth to M/n!” Mia’s voice cut through the haze, waving a hand in front of his face. “Focus!”

M/n blinked, shaking his head. “Sorry… just… thinking.”

His eyes drifted to Yeonjun, standing across the yard with some friends. The familiar warmth in his fiancé’s gaze calmed him, but a pang twisted inside his chest when M/n noticed another guy leaning a little too close to Yeonjun. He seemed drunk, confident, too close, and M/n’s eyes caught the subtle curve of the guy’s thighs. A jolt of jealousy and desire made his stomach flutter.

Yeonjun noticed the tension immediately. He excused himself from the group, glancing at M/n with that protective, possessive look that always made M/n’s pulse spike. As he approached, M/n felt his nerves unwind slightly under Yeonjun’s reassuring hand on his lower back.

“You okay?” Yeonjun murmured, thumb brushing M/n’s hip.

“Yeah… I just…” M/n trailed off, his eyes flicking toward the drunk guy again.

Yeonjun’s smirk was soft, confident. “Relax. You’re with me. Nobody else matters.” He leaned in for a quick kiss, small, teasing, and M/n shivered from the warmth of his lips.

The group eventually split up to mingle with different friends. M/n lingered, glancing toward Yeonjun, who was keeping an eye on the guy from before. The tension between them was palpable every glance, every subtle brush of Yeonjun’s hand on M/n’s thigh made him squirm with anticipation.

Mia nudged him. “Stop staring, or you’re going to combust,” she whispered, grinning. “Go do something!”

M/n shook his head, biting his lip, aware of Yeonjun’s gaze from across the yard. Yeonjun caught him looking and raised an eyebrow, his smirk promising that he knew exactly how M/n was feeling.

Eventually, they made their way out quietly, the night air cooling M/n’s flushed skin. In the car, Yeonjun’s hand slid onto M/n’s thigh, fingers tracing subtle, teasing circles. M/n shifted, heat pooling low in his body, cock already pressing against the zipper of his jeans.

“You like that?” Yeonjun whispered, brushing lips along his ear. The touch made M/n gasp, knees weakening.

By the time they reached home, M/n was trembling. Yeonjun wasted no time pressing him against the car, capturing his lips in a deep, hungry kiss. They moved inside, shedding layers of clothing in heated, trembling bursts of need. Yeonjun’s hands explored, cupping M/n’s ass, stroking him with precise, worshipful care.

On the bed, Yeonjun positioned himself carefully, sliding inside slowly, letting M/n adjust to the delicious stretch. Gasps, moans, and low groans filled the room as Yeonjun moved with deliberate rhythm. Every touch was worshipful his hands kneading M/n’s thighs, cupping his chest, tracing every sensitive spot.

The pace remained slow, teasing, allowing the tension to coil higher. Yeonjun whispered words of praise, stroked M/n’s length, and kept his movements patient, drawing out every gasp and shiver. M/n’s hands tangled in Yeonjun’s hair, his body reacting instinctively to every press and stroke. The dual sensations the closeness, the warmth, the attention made his arousal peak, building, stretching, until he could barely think.

Finally, when the tension became unbearable, Yeonjun’s thrusts grew firmer, hips meeting in a precise, passionate rhythm. Every inch was worshiped, M/n’s thighs clenched instinctively, cock throbbing, and he arched, crying out as Yeonjun’s hot climax followed, spilling deep and perfectly timed to match M/n’s release. The room echoed with their combined pleasure, sweat slick bodies entwined, hearts pounding in sync.

Afterward, Yeonjun cradled M/n in his arms, pressing soft kisses to his forehead, stroking hair and shoulders gently. “You’re mine,” he murmured, voice rough with tenderness. “Always.” M/n rested against him, trembling, sated, cherished, and fully seen the jealousy, anxiety, and tension of the night now a distant memory in the warmth of their intimacy.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @w2hoonki

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍.

Requested by anonymous here

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Why do I lowkey feel like I did better on the male ver than the female... OH WELL!

apieceofcheezzeecake

YOU, THAT I WORSHIP

PAIRING: Yoon Keeho x Male Reader

RATING: 18 and up

WARNING: implicit sexual cotent, intense intimacy, religious imagery, and mature tone.

WORD COUNT: 818

Keeho doesn’t ask permission when he pulls you closer.

Not because he assumes—but because he already knows. You’re standing there, eyes dark, mouth parted like you’ve been holding back a confession too long. The space between you is thin as a lie, charged with the low hum of a distant city and the scent of ozone from a storm that hasn’t broken yet. The air is heavy, clinging to your skin like a promise.

“If this ruins me,” he says quietly, fingers hooking into your belt like an oath, the cool metal of his buckle a stark contrast to the heat of his knuckles, “don’t stop me.”

star-suh

Whispered Secrets

Jackson Wang x Male Reader

cw: jackson is 45 and has a son called luke, blackmailing, cheating, revenge sex, daddy kink, use of the f slur, bullying.

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yn was laying in bed late at night, scrolling through grindr on his phone, the light emanating of it making his face glow in the dark bedroom. he was twenty three now, out of that hell of a high school, but the anger was still there sometimes. he swiped right on a profile that made his cock twitch, the guy was thirty five, built like a god, a faceless shirtless mirror pic in the gym showing off his defined abs and that sexy v-line visible through his low slung sweatpants.

his name is jackson, bio said “looking for some secret fun, no strings attached, love a tight hole that can take it rough”. “secret fun" yn murmured, that told him everything he needed to know.

they matched fast. jackson messaged first. " hey cutie. that ass in your pic looks like it needs a good pounding”. yn bit his lip and chuckled, then typed back, “yeah? you think you can handle me old man?”. the chat quickly become full of horny words and dick pics. jackson sent a thick veiny cock shot that made yn’s mouth water, it was laying on a table, fully rock hard, so veiny and thick and a pretty pink tip.

cosmicck-deactivated20240622

Hey! Could I request a Miguel o’hara x Spidey!Male!reader with prompt 25? Tysm !! <33

★miguel o'hara x male reader(nsfw).

★genre: smut

★warning(s): balcony/window sex, a lil public, i may or may not have made reader cum webs, miguel is in heat/mating season, miguel got a big ass window in his house(apartment more or less), miguel smells like cherries and vanilla and you can't tell me otherwise, sniffing, marking, he licks you(i wrote it kinda grossly)

★if you want to skip slow burn smut starts at paragraph, 15

★a/n: i had no idea how i would include spidey reader so i just made bro squirt webs also its not summer its actually the beginning of autum🤓

you knew something was off with miguel in the first place, at the meetings he seemed out of breath, as if he was pausing between sentences just to breath.

he seemed to space out a lot and he looked hot? as in sweaty as hell, like he was forced to be outside in the hot weather though it was the beginning of autum. what the hell was up with him today?

the two of you were close. close enough for you to have a key where he lived. all you wanted to do was check up on him, just a little worried.

"miguel?" you called him, a little quiet as you saw no one when you entered. you guessed he was just in his room, and a small peak wouldn't hurt, the two of you were friends after all.

all the lights seemed to be off except a small portion of light leaving one of his doors as it was cracked open. still, it was just a small peak, to see if he was okay right? right. a little cautious you slowly open the door, the source of light was a small lamp as it didn't shine as much light as you thought it did.

the more you entered the more a smell got stronger. it was his usual smell of cherries and vanilla but it was way stronger, as in you had to cover your nose a slight bit trying tk get used to it.

well, if miguels smell was here then he must be somewhere in his room. and there he was, in the corner of his room next to his bed in a pile of clothes. but they didn't look like his clothes no, they looked like yours? the hell was he doing with your clothing? and fuck how did he even get that many.

"miguel.." now you were all the more worried now, weirded out could be a good term too. he looked hunched over and he was breathing heavily and it seemed like he was..purring? you couldn't even tell much.

he obviously knew you were there, but would he even explain what was going on with him? but no, he didn't. in the blink of an eye he had pounced on you holding you down onto the floor,

hitting your head in the process. his talon like finger nails poked out of his finger tips, one of them grazing your wrist a drip of blood flowing down, the tiniest drop plopping on the ground.

you quickly wriggled out of his grip but only for a quick moment you back up below the big window in his room. the dumbest decision you could've ever made in your entire years of living. the door was right fucking there and you mentally cursed yourself for it.

it probably wouldn't work out but now your chances of leaving were at zero percent because he didn't look like he was going to let you go.

his face was similar to when you saw him chasing miles, his teeth were sharper and his eyes were tinted a red and he was somewhat on all fours, like an animal.

he got closer to you, his body was pressed up against yours and his nails nade an uncomfortable screeching noise on the window as he caged you in.

but it was oddly sensual, you could feel his hips rub against yours his own hardened length rubbing against yours that was in the middle of ending up the same.

his breath was hot against your neck and he was sniffing your nape and collar bone area deeply switching different sides as if he was looking for something.

"wait.." you lift your arms trying to push him off and failing a whole lot as he just moved himself closer. "quit it." you said clearer trying to wriggle away just a little more.

nothing would work anyway as he kept the sniffing up, his hips rutting a little quicker when he finally stopped sniffing at one spot a few seconds later you feel something wet slide against that spot,

an uncomfortable shiver sound slipping through your teeth. there was so much saliva you could feel it running down a little stopping at the collar of your shirt.

his teeth grazed against your skin, bracing yourself for whats about to happen he bit down his teeth piercing your skin his mouth leaving as quick as it came but it felt so slow you could feel every prick from when he bit down to when his teeth slithered out.

"more.." his voice was almost growling as he picked you up flipping you over right where the window was your palms stopping yourself from hurting yourself on the window.

you couldn't do this, the thought of someone seeing the two in the window was wrong but fuck it felt so exciting just to be seen in such a lewd way.

miguel had already shuffled his pants off throwing them somewhere else and ripped yours off instead. you whimpered and whined feeling his dick raw rubbing against your ass. you knew you wanted this, your own dick became hard a few moments ater he bit you and you gladly excepted this.

finally, he started to enter but it wasn't gentle by any means necessary. his two thumbs spread your ass your hole on full view to him as he had roughly thrust into you, already going at a fast pace his hips taking no break or slowing down.

you made a few breathy moans, them morphing into low and high pitched moans as your fingers tried to grab onto something but you were getting fucked onto a surface you couldn't grab on,

and your legs were giving out already you felt like you could barely stand to keep yourself up anymore you resorted to making your fingers stick to the clear solid.

on each thrust it was the closer you felt to cumming he was that fucking good and he wasn't even in the right mind set right now. his talons kept retracting and un-retracting as if he really tried not to hurt you as much as it felt he did.

your vision of some of the people who walked by below became blurred with welling tears and simply because you were getting more tired and your brain felt like mush.

as you felt like slipping away miguel leaned forward his body pressing up closer to your back his thrusts getting sloppy as he gave you another bite mark on the back of your neck kissing over it a little sweetly you could say it was kind of cute.

at one particular thrust the feeling you had finally got released as cum shot out from you, the webby type liquid landing on the window a bit dripping down your own cock. miguel took his own last moments before you felt a warm feeling fill your back side feeling like it was going through your body.

god dammit you were screwed.

tf was i on when i first started writing this oh well i just went on with it bro😭😭 @gaybitchfx @esthxio @reallyromealone / @rome-alone @secretivemessenger @vyloy @bloodyfennec @lostsomewhereinthegarden

its only 1am but im finna put on some type of asmr and take my ass to BED

inkykodo

STRESS RELIEF

Warning: Sub!bottom reader!, Dom!top Miguel, Rough play, Breeding kink miguel!, Voyeurism, use of pet names (Good boy etc.), office sex, oral sex, gagging and unprotected sex

This Smut is intended for amab readers, fem aligned readers dni

(This is my first smut fic i ever wrote so im sorry if its a bit rough or amateur i thought i just might try doing this 😭, i also added a bit of fluff in the end lol)

Miguel stops abruptly as he opens a drawer and takes out lube you stare at it as he squeezes some on his hand "wait- why do you have lube in your office?" you pant as you ask Miguel "Its better to be ready and not need it or need it and not be ready" Miguel says panting as he rubs some of the lube on his dripping dick. an idea flashes through your mind as you push him down his office chair. "its my turn to take the wheel" you say as you get on his lap and line his dick on your hole. you slowly lower yourself down halfway and you stop. His impressive size was appalling; it already felts so good half-way in you. savoring the sensation you try to prepare yourself for his girth. Miguel seems annoyed as you suddenly stop moving. he grabs your slutty waist and rams you down his fat cock. you let out a lewd moan as it crushes your prostate. you gasp as you try to collect your thoughts from the sudden sensation burning your mind. Miguel pants and squeezes your ass as he begins to thrust on your fat piece of cake. he growls and squeezes down not letting you go anywhere but deeper down on his cock. he watches you bounce up and down while you make noises of pleasure making him smile proudly. "yeah.. thats right be a good boy and take my cock like a slut." Miguel pushes you down deeper as his cock directly presses on your g spot. "Miguel... please..." you beg miguel as he stops and just keeps his cock in you. its throbbing and twitching like crazy. "Not yet Cariño... i wanna see you ride me." Miguel Sneers as you squeeze down on him. As you start riding in your own pace Miguel leans back and puts his hands on the back of his head enjoying the view before him. the more you ride his cock them more it seems to grow inside of you. As you moved yourself up and won on him you began to drool. the wet slicking of his dick on your ass felt so good; everytime it hits your prostate you were sure too see a glimpse of heaven. "You look so good in this position Cariño" Miguel reaches down and feels your hips and thighs as you ride him. saddling up to make yourself feel secure as he guides along your waist as he watches you ride.

After hours of nonstop fucking, (y/n) could only focus on the pleasure he was receiving. His mind could only focus on the man who gave him ecstasy. His voice was starting to hurt from shouting Miguel's name. "Too..ah..much" (y/n) whimpers begging for release. "Hush cariño... im almost there..." Miguel's rough voice drowned out y/n's moans. (y/n) practically lost count of how many times he came. "I can't..." (y/n) moans out.. "yes you can, baby.." Miguel's thrusts were getting rougher and faster. the wet slapping of skin crashing against each other echoes through the office. "do it for me cariño... Just one more" That was a lie. Miguel didn't plan on stopping not until the sun was rising. After one final deep thrust he finally released his final load "Agh...! Cariño im cumming!" Miguel buckles his hip as he grabs your ass and pushes it deep inside you as he came. "Miguel- youre filling me up!" (y/n) yells in surprise as miguel shoots his load deep within (y/n)'s gut. "Fuck im gonna give you my babies" Miguel keeps on going; shooting his load deeper into you it felt like a bump was appearing on your tummy as he does so. Miguel snuggles his lips on your neck as he finally lets his cock slip out of your gaping hole. your shaking legs finally give out as his seed slowly drips onto hour thigh "That was alot..." (y/n) says breathlessly. "Apologies, cariño... i got carried away." Miguel's voice seems to be at ease; somewhat satisfied i guess he had some stress relief. miguel picks you up and cleans after you. he takes you to his apartment since he ripped apart your clothes and gave you some of his clothes. "Thank you Miguel..." You thank him as you grab his clothes. as you put it on his clothes seem too big for you; the sleeves of his shirt droops below your elbow which exposes your neck and his baggy pants that looks like a pajama. "(y/n) you look so cute...) Miguel stares you down with admiration as he grabs you by the waist and outs you down in bed. "Can we cuddle? i feel tired after what we did at your office" (y/n) says sheepishly as he grabs Miguel's arms around his waist and presses against him. "Sure Thing cariño" Miguel kisses you around the nape of your neck as both of you drift to sleep.

dorkfilmz

𝐏𝐀𝐘𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 — miguel o’hara

synp — finding other ways to pay your landlord when you don’t have enough money for rent

warnings — masc reader, landlord Miguel, praise (like a lot), rimming, oral, fingering, anal sex, unprotected sex, pet names (good boy, cariño, pretty boy), virgin reader, creampie, overstim | wc - 2.8k

a word from ken — random layout change | @kazushawty | the ending was kinda rushed, im stressed rn, sorry

The sounds of bullets releasing and muffled speech filled your ears as your friends and teammates talked over each other. You narrowed your eyes and put all your focus on the screen. “There’s 3 on me,” you inform the group.

nouearth

baby-sitting for miguel o'hara.

miguel o'hara x m!reader headcanons.

warnings: smut, perverted!miguel, stalker!miguel, top!miguel, bottom!male reader, small!male reader, weak!male reader, sir!kink, thoughts of sex, masturbation, fingering, spying, kinda dubcon (?), heavily focused on sweat and smelly musk (hehe).

notes: say hi to my first miguel story! i couldn't stop thinking about him ever since I rewatched the movie, tbh.

—at first, miguel was rather reluctant to hire you for babysitting.

—your experience was almost non-existent, if it hadn’t been for that one time you babysat your nephew… eight years ago. of course, you left that part of information out.

—but miguel deemed you trustworthy, concluded that so even before he ran a background check on you.

—and so far, he seemed correct.

—on the first day, he was just as nervous as you were, leaving his precious and sacred gift to the world with a complete stranger—it was frightening and if he had the choice, he wouldn’t have done this.

—he would tell you about the cameras installed throughout the house—mostly for the safety of gabriella’s, but your well-being was also a considerate factor in this choice.

—you were small, and if miguel said that you looked weak, you’d probably say a questionable thank you considering how quietly submissive you were towards him.

—later that first night, miguel knew he made the right choice in picking you (out of a measly three candidates, but still).

—you managed to get gabriella to sleep by her bedtime, one routine that miguel still hadn’t figured out yet.

—but to be fair, babies woke up and slept according to their own terms, so did they really have a bedtime other than day, afternoon, and night?

—like the first night of many, you bid him goodbye after being paid.

—goodnight, sir! i’m pretty much free all summer until my semester starts, so if you need me on stand by or something… go crazy!

—all right, I’ll keep that in mind.

—and… thank you.

—something ignited in him when you guys spoke. it must’ve been… what, your fourth interaction together?

oddlyshapedvase

NSFW Spiderman 2099 x Male Reader - People Pleaser

Asks and Suggestions are open and encouraged!

Warnings: Dubcon, slight breeding kink, envenomation, implied kidnapping???, office sex, bad Spanish.

You tried your best to get along with everyone in the Spider Society, Miguel O’Hara included, but he was a tough nut to crack. His sarcastic quips and deadpanned eyes always bore into your soul harder than his talons ever could, so eventually you started to avoid him. Unfortunately, Miguel noticed, and he was not happy about it.

When you first joined the Spider Society, you were as wide-eyed as a dumb little puppy, Miguel hated and envied that about you. You made him feel things that he didn’t want to be feeling, he didn’t even have the time to like you, so he did everything in his power to make sure you didn’t like him. And it worked, no matter how hard you tried with Miguel he always iced you out, and finally, Miguel got what he tried so hard for. For you to leave him alone.

What Miguel didn’t expect, however, was to regret that decision. Suddenly he missed you bringing him coffee, offering to eat lunch with him, and even talking his ear off about the stupidest little things. ‘It’s for the best.’ He told himself, but the days became even more haggard for him, becoming even worse when he saw that you were doing fine, better than before, even. It seems like not needing to deal with Miguel’s endless tasks and rude quips had taken a weight off your shoulders, and you weren’t looking back. So he decided to force you back into his little circle, and that may just be a circle of hell. His new excuse to spend time with you was work, and lots of it.

“Ngghhhhhhh~” You groaned, slamming your head on the cafeteria table. “I haven’t been home in over a week! A week!” You vented to Hobie about your recent struggles with Miguel, him barely showing any interest while you practically turned to jelly in front of him.

“Good job fighting the system, ‘n goin’ against the bossman! Oh roight, you aren’t doin’ anythung ‘bout it.” He just focused on eating his lunch while you were grieving the loss of your social life.

“I’m going to die. I swear Hobie if Miguel doesn’t kill me I will! He even took away my watch! He’s seriously out to get me!” You whisper-scream at him wide-eyed, glancing around the room to make sure no one listening in on your one-sided conversation.

“(Name)?” Hobie says, looking up for the first time since you sat down, but he wasn’t looking at you, he was looking right behind you. You can feel your asscheeks sweating in your spandex suit, shivers running up and down your spine as you fearfully turn your head. Ice fills your veins when you see who’s behind you, heart malfunctioning in the process.

“M-miguel? Uhh, ha, w-what are you doing here?” You laugh sheepishly and stare at him, your nervous eyes as wide as saucers. A mantra of ‘shit, shit, shit, shit, shit-‘ goes through your head as you wait for him to respond. Or drop dead. Or until you drop dead and no longer have to deal with the humiliation.

“Grabbing lunch. And what would you be doing here? Not talking about me behind my back, cierto?” His arms are folded, flexed, and large, it only makes him look even more intimidating. Seeing you so blatantly upset with him only proves to sour his mood further, mostly upset with himself, but he can take it out on you all the same.

“Uhh, I-I…” Stuttering as you speak, you try to make up a lie, but Miguel clearly isn’t having it.

“If you have enough time to slack off then surely you can finish cataloging and organizing the new canon events. Sí?” You knew that Miguel wasn’t asking a question, he was making a statement, and who were you to refuse?

“Yeah, of course…” You look down and clean up your lunch, quickly leaving so you don’t have to keep squirming under Miguel’s gaze.

“He thinks you ‘ate him, bossman.” Hobie says to Miguel after you leave.

“At least he knows it.” Miguel claps back, but that’s not how he feels at all. Miguel scowls and goes back to his office, not bothering to pick up anything to eat, his appetite being hungry for something else.

He sighs and thinks to himself about how easily Hobie caught on, likely others as well, so why not you? You were plenty smart, surely you would figure out his feelings for you… maybe even reciprocating them. Getting back to work is a difficult task, his mind keeps wandering to you. Your whines sounded delicious, the way your plush lips pout makes you look downright edible. His cock stiffens under his suit, and he sighs, you were certainly going to be the death of him.

He glares at his yellow screens, trying to calm his stirring length with more work until you walk into the room. You, the object of all his desires and frustrations came at such a bad time, and the way Miguel looked at you made you nervous. He looked enraged, and you weren’t sure if the red in his eyes was him or the lighting, and honestly, you didn’t want to get close enough to find out.

You swallow the lump building in your throat as you speak, trying not to stutter. “I brought the, reports. I finished them…” It’s like you’re a deer staring into headlights, and your legs are about as strong as a newborn fawn. You wait for a few seconds while Miguel looks down at you, his expression doesn’t soften, and his voice is rough and low when he speaks.

“…Alright. Bring them here.” He would usually just use his webs to snatch it from your hand, and you felt nervous being so close to him. You wait a bit for him to lower his platform, but when he doesn’t, you simply web up there and hope he doesn’t snap at you. You hand him the file, flinching when your fingers touch, his hands felt hot. “Thanks. Stay here.” Those words make your ears perk up, Miguel doesn’t usually thank you, so it was a nice sentiment. Perhaps he felt bad for the way he’s been acting? Miguel is pretty callous, so it wouldn’t be the most outlandish thing to assume that he didn’t have anything against you in particular. Hearing a slight grumble from him you pay more attention, watching him anxiously.

He’s leaning back in his chair, flipping through the pages, clearly agitated with something, but he didn’t speak up about it. Your eyes scan his work area, eventually falling back onto him, and what you see makes you hold your breath. A conspicuous bulge in his suit, right where his dick would be. He was big, and that made your cock stir in your suit, your face going red while you hope he doesn’t notice. But he does. His erection only grows when he catches the faintest whiff of your arousal, he’s so on edge now that he can smell the tiniest pinprick of precum building up on your dick.

“Uh, I think that I might have some more paperwork to do, I’ll uh, I’ll go now…” You try to scurry off but your body is quickly pulled back with your arms forced to your sides. You shiver and let out a small, strangled moan as your legs rub together, stimulating your hard heat. “M-miguel?” You try to make eye contact with him, but all you see is red staring back at you. That wasn’t a good sign.

“What.” He spits out. “Could you possibly want now?” Another rhetorical question. You hated those. When you feel the heat of his bulge grinding against your ass you tense up, breathless and unbearably hot, your suit sticking to your dick uncomfortably as it gets wetter and wetter. The fact that you’re sitting on Miguel’s lap isn’t helping, his strong muscles clinging to your body, wrapping around you. It’s all too good to pass up.

“N-nothing…” You’re barely able to respond, practically drooling in anticipation. You can feel his claws digging into your hips, the nails making holes in your suit and breaking skin, squeezing your flesh even tighter when you squirm against his dick.

“Chico bueno…” His husky voice goes straight to your aching cock, his hands holding you to his body, grinding on your ass while you whimper and try not to moan. Your arms are pinned to your sides, so you rub your legs together in hopes of finding some relief, but you’re quickly stopped. “And who said you could do that?” You cry out when his teeth sink into your neck, the wound is deep, and you can feel blood running down your shoulder and collarbone. “No te preocupes, it’s not enough to paralyze you. Just slow you down, Cariño.” His voice sounds so different from usual, it’s so sensual like it’s dripping with honey.

You haven’t been paralyzed, but you certainly don’t have enough strength to go against him. But it’s not all bad, you let out a pornographic moan as he aggressively jerks off your dick. Tears fall from your eyes as he digs the tip of his sharp nail into the tip of your dick, smearing precum all over it, thumbing at your sensitive veins until you cum into his hand, coating it in a white layer of your shameful arousal. “M-miguel…” You cry out as he strokes your dick again, intent on getting it hard once more.

“Shhh… Cariño, relájate para mí, eres un good boy.” Your arms have since been released, but they simply claw at Miguel’s thighs while his cum-covered hand rubs your dick to full mast. Mindlessly you buck and whine into his hand, crying out when he takes his hand away.

“Ah, don’t stop, Miguel, p-please.” You shift your head to look into his eyes, they’re red and filled with lust, he doesn’t even bother to say anything before shoving his lips onto yours. He eats up your muffled moans, biting harshly into your lip, forcing your mouth open so he can wiggle his tongue in right next to yours. His tongue dances with yours in a warm, wet tango of passion, biting and chewing at your lips until you flinch from the pain, sucking at the blood. Your eyes shoot open in surprise when you feel his fingers entering your twitching hole, using your own cum as lube. You manage to break away from the kiss for a split second, trying to talk to him.

“Miguel! W-wait! We can’t do th-“ Your words are cut off by a loud sensual moan and toe curling pleasure. One of his hands is fucking your insides, pressing into your prostate and scissoring your hole, his thick fingers filling you up perfectly. His other hand is fisting your cock, his big hand wraps around it all the way, it’s so tight and wet, his hands feel so rough from scars and calluses, you cum on the spot. “M-miguel!” You scream his name as the knot in your stomach snaps, even more cum splattering his hand as he finger fucks you through your orgasm.

Your head is leaning against his shoulder, your chest heaving as you take heavy breaths, reeling from your intense orgasms. Your hole clenches around his fingers as he pulls them out, twitching around the cold air, begging for more. You curl into his touch, his wet hands rubbing your hips as he bites and nips at your neck and chin, blushing from all the attention.

You feel his hot breath on your neck traveling up to your ear, his words dripping with need. “Prepare yourself mi cariño… after your incessant teasing I don’t intend on being gentle.” You? Teasing him? Was attempting to socialize with him considered teasing? Your mind wanders, so you don’t notice Miguel’s groan when he finally releases his cock from his suit, the pixels breaking away revealing his needy length. He wraps his cum-drenched hand around it, breathing heavily as he lubes up his dick for your tiny hole.

You yelp when you feel the head of his dick stretching open your hole, relentlessly pushing past your fleshy ring and grazing your prostate as he pushes himself into you. “M-miguel! Wait, no! Y-you’re too, big…” You say between gasps and heaving sobs, clenching around his length, inside’s pulsating. You let out a choked moan as Miguel bottoms out, it feels like your organs are being moved around to accommodate his immense girth, you can’t help but tighten around him as the tip prods the bottom of what you think is your stomach.

“Para! cariño, stop tightening around me, you’re going to cut my dick off dammit.” You hear him hiss through clenched teeth, rubbing your thighs to get you to relax around him. You try to calm your breathing and sobs, eventually getting used to his huge cock inside of you, but not for long. You’ve been the object of Miguel’s desires for so long, and now he finally had you, moaning and split open on his cock, so receptive to the pleasures he gives you. “Good boy, just relax…” He mutters just barely under a whisper, and he puts his hands on either one of your thighs, starting to lift you off his cock.

You writhe as he pulls out, like he’s pulling your organs out along with his cock, only to let out a scream when he thrusts his entire length back inside of you. The slap of your skin stinging as your cries resume, bullying your insides at a brutal pace, your tongue falls out of your mouth, dribbling saliva on your chin as tears coat your pink cheeks. “M-miguel, sl-slower~” You whine, but he doesn’t seem to care, if anything, just making sure each thrust is more intense than the last.

“Sit still cariño~” He growls out, his grip on your thighs tightening, his sharp nails digging into your skin until your hot blood runs down your thighs, dripping onto him. You’re sure it’s going to bruise as well, but you no longer have the strength to make out words as he slams your colon, scraping the round of your prostate with each thrust. You can feel his cock twitching and pulsing inside of you, his veins practically bursting as he nears his peak.

“I’m going to pump you full of my cum cariño~ You’d better not spill a single drop.” He bites at your neck ferociously, you can feel a heat filling your veins as he latches onto you, suspecting that he’s envenomating you even more, this time it’s enough to paralyze you. More heat fills you, this time in your stomach, Miguel burying his entire length in you while he empties his cum inside of you. You let out a small, gurgling moan as you cum, the heat and arousal pushing you over the edge, toes curling and eyes rolling back from the pleasure.

A thin, clear liquid squirts out of your dick, soaking your legs and tummy. You just lay there, paralyzed and impaled on Miguel’s cock, covered in your own fluids, uncontrollably twitching on top of him. Miguel rubs your damp stomach and strokes your cheek, planting kisses on your nose and lips. “Te amo, cariño, maybe a little too much. Just sleep, I’ll take care of you properly (Name)…”

sexy-sweet-potato-deactivated20

Could you write something with hate sex between Miguel and another spider reader? Reader is good at their job but constantly argues with Miguel so he decided to shut them up

AhhahahahMiguel is so based like I can imagine him and a stubborn but smart reader butting heads all the time- like the only time they get along is when they’re having sex, and even then it’s a competition- soooooo I felt like writing some like, mutual pining or crush situation or whatever, so I changed the base plot a little, to make it a liiiiitttle funnier.

NSFW Spiderman 2099 x Male Reader - I Love Hate You

Asks and Suggestions are open and encouraged!

Warnings: envenomation, hate sex, competitive sex???, Miguel and Reader are dumbasses, use of the word Pussy for Male Readers booty-hole<3.

You and Miguel were constantly butting heads. Whether it was task management, canon event cataloging and prevention, or just random opinions, you both always had to fight with the other. You both came up with the bright idea to fight physically, but it went on for hours with neither of you coming out on top, and a destroyed training room. So verbal abuse it was.

spicyspiders

Hiii! Do you think you could write a dom Miguel o’Hara x male reader smut where Miguel breads the reader??

Miguel has been so busy with the spider society him and the reader haven’t gotten any alone time. Reader becomes needy and Miguel realizes he also needs some release ;) thank you!!

~ voyager 🌙

I went in a different direction with the story, but it still has the aspect of Miguel being really busy and the reader being desperate. Hope you still like it!

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