Just calling Mammon a king in his TSL garb
cause i love him š„ŗššš
āYknow,ā MC drawled, tilting their head a bit as their eyes scanned mammo
Mammon/Fem! Reader
Mammon NSFW blurb ā¤ļøāš„
nsfw mammon fic snippet I lost steam for come get yāall juice
Steven Grant is hunched over a glass display case muttering to himself.
His blazer is askew and itās covering a garish, oversize button-down shirt with palm trees and birds on it.
Youād recently started working at the museum gift shop. The guy whoād previously held the job had been promoted to tour guide. At first, when heād been pointed out to you, you thought he was walking around practicing his tour speeches to himself.
It had become very apparent to you, however, that Steven had a significant-sized screw loose. He was, no question, completely gorgeous. The curls of his messy hair alone made your palms sweat. But weird.Ā Deep, sexy, brown eyes. An ass that would not quit. His hands. Thighs.
Oh God, his thighs. He did this thing on his tours where heād pick the little kids up to get a better look at some of the displays and every time he squatted, you thought you were going to pass the fuck out. But there was something profoundly off about him.
Itās a quiet weekday afternoon so you stray from behind the gift shop counter, watching him mutter to himself again. He must sense you because his gaze snaps up and holds yours. He has a flash of seriousness, a downturn at the edges of his mouth that goes against his usual friendly expression. It immediately disappears and melts into a warm smile and a funny half-wave.
āHiya,ā he says, the sound echoing in the deserted room. He points down. āThink they mislabeled the tools in here a bit. Iāll put it in the comment box, yeah?ā He nods awkwardly, curls bouncing on his forehead, and wanders around the case toward you.
He studies you, taps his name tag.
āI remember,ā you say, tapping yours in return.
āDo you know the ancient Egyptians brewed beer? Like, a crazy amount of beer. Over here.ā He gestures you to the side room, a small, dark theater with seats for only eight people. A video of the Egyptian brewing process plays on a loop.
You stand next to him for a minute, watching the video. You look at him out of the corner of your eye and see heās doing the same thing to you.
āWell,ā you say, āI should probably-ā
āI think youāre so pretty,ā he blurts out. His fingers worry together in front of his chest. āGods, that was fucking stupid. I just meant, um, the beer thing and I wanted to ask you out for a drink and-ā he stops short, almost like someone called his name and heās waiting to see if heās hearing it again.
āSteven?ā You reach out and lay a hand on his arm.
He looks down at it, eyes widening slowly. āI think Iām gonna kiss you now.ā
Before you can accept, because you definitely would, he rushes forward and presses his lips to yours. Itās awkward at first, but then he relaxes his lips and covers your mouth with his. His hands settle at your waist with a deliciously firm pressure.Ā
Steven kisses you impatiently, an urgent need to suck on your lips and tongue, to mix your heat and spit in with his own and to make you just as desperate for him as he clearly is for you.
You press your body against his, feeling his hard muscles and the outline of him under his dress pants.
He moans softly and spreads his fingers over your ass, kneading you firmly before bringing one hand up to your breasts and feeling, squeezing you over your clothes.
You gasp, mouth momentarily dropped open from the sheer pleasure of those big, warm hands all over you. Steven pushes you to the far corner of the little room, taking a moment to snap the velvet rope across the door so itās shut to the public.
He smiles then kisses you again as your back awkwardly hits the wall.
āOh, sorry, love,ā he says, not letting you breathe enough to tell him itās okay. You wrap your arms around him, your leg around him so that he can grind his length against you. āWanted this for so long. Ages.ā
He kisses your cheeks, your jaw, then works his mouth along your neck. Warm, wet kisses and a flash of his tongue against your skin.
āI didnāt want to wait, but we thought-ā
You freeze. āWe?ā
Stevenās mouth slows on your neck. He tilts his head back up to look at you. āI,ā he says. āI thought maybe you wouldnāt understand.ā He swallows nervously. āIām not really supposed to be doinā this.ā
His breath is warm against your face. Youāre reminded that this guy is, one hundred percent, a walking red flag. Just because heās an amazing kisser and his thick, mouth-watering erection is rocking against you like he wants to make you pregnant through your clothes, doesnāt excuse the odd behavior youāve seen.
āI donāt think there are any rules against a tour guide and a shop clerk making out, but youāre right. We shouldnāt be doing this here.ā You slide your leg back down and fix your shirt.
āHold on a tick, I didnāt say that exactly.ā He braces his arms on either side of you, his gaze shifts away, then back to you. āYeah, I know you want me. Always staring at me, arenāt you?ā
Your body goes warm. Busted. āYes, kind of.ā
He runs his hands down your body, then back up your thighs, pushing up your skirt to run his thumbs under the edges of your underwear. Not so shy after all. Still a little weird, but thereās something charming about it.
You moan quietly. Steven kisses you, swallowing the sound with a smile.
āBest be quiet,ā he says, ādonāt want anyone walking in here, seeing what a tart you are.ā
You slap his arm playfully. He leans in and kisses you again. You can taste his desperation, his need. After devouring your mouth, he plants kisses on your face, then works his way back down your neck.
āYou like it like this, donāt you, dirty girl,ā he says in a low voice.
āWow,ā you say.
Stevenās head pops up to look at you, a slightly startled expression on his face. āOh sorry, didnāt like me calling you that? Was advice from aā¦ friend, maybe doesnāt work on you.ā
You kiss him, cutting him off. āNo, I liked it.ā
He grins. āRight then.ā
āCarry on.ā
āCarrying on.ā He starts back in, kissing at the nape of your neck, his fingers wandering between your legs. āOh darling, youāre dripping wet. Just gonna put my fingers here. Wait, here?ā He shifts his fingertips slightly, answering his own rhetorical question. āYeah, here.āĀ
After a timid start, Steven runs his fingertips over your clit and you have to bite into his shoulder, into the fabric of his jacket, to keep from filling the entire museum with your moaning.
His fingers slip back from your clit, pushing thickly straight into your soaking heat.
āShould I do it like this?ā He says, fingers pressing in and out against your walls.
āYeah, Steven, just like that.ā You say, breathless.
āWhat?ā He says, kissing your lips again. āDid you say something, love?ā
Youāre too turned on to be confused. Maybe heād heard you wrong? Whatever. You move your hips toward his fingers, helping him move in and out of you.
His eyes widen, fascinated and hot, as your hips move faster and faster, your face tense as you tighten around his fingers. Your head tips back, eyes closing.
āNo, no, love, look at us,ā he says.
You look back at him as he covers your mouth with his free hand, letting you make as much noise as you want as his fingers piston in and out of you, thumb hitting your clit as you come around him so hard your legs almost give out. You feel your wetness release down his hand and your legs, Steven moaning softly in your ear.
āYouāre too beautiful for words,ā he says. He swipes his hand over your trembling skin, bringing it up to his mouth to taste it. He groans softly. āSo sweet.ā
Exhausted, you can only blink at him as he finishes licking what he can of you off of his fingers, then takes the handkerchief out of his front jacket pocket to wipe the insides of your legs and his hand. He tucks it right back into the front pocket of his tour guide jacket like itās fresh out of the wash.
You look at it. Heās not just going to walk around like that is he?
āWhat? Sānot straight?ā He looks down and adjusts it again. He smiles and runs a hand through his hair. āThat was quite unexpected, but a real pleasure.ā
You nod. āYeah. Yeah, definitely.ā
Steven tilts his head slightly, looks like heās thinking, then slides a hand around your waist. āMaybe youād like to have dinner this weekend? Iām not a great cook, but my roommates are and Iām sure they can make you whatever you like.ā
Was it a good idea to go to this guyās apartment? He talked to himself and was kind of out of it a lot of times. But he was kind and his hopeful eyes were so endearing. And he looked at you like you were the sun itself, as if you were the only reason his eyes ever lit up.
āDinner sounds nice,ā you say, fixing your skirt. āAnd Iād love to meet your roommates.ā
āTheyāre not in,ā Steven says quickly.
āUmā¦ā
He clears his throat. āJust, donāt worry about them. Theyāll make themselves scarce,ā he says. āStop it,ā he whispers to himself.
You laugh awkwardly. Youād be texting your friends the address so they knew where you were, better safe than sorry, but you got the feeling he was harmless. A little lonely, but who wasnāt lonely in a big city like London?
He plants another quick kiss on your lips. āMy dirty girl.ā He walks over and unclips the velvet rope, releasing you from your privacy. āYou know, that sounds a bit weird when I say it.ā
āNo, it doesnāt,ā you say.
He turns to you. āSorry, love, did you say something?ā
The way he talked to himself was just plain weird. But he was so hot, you could forgive his oddball nature. After all, you werenāt one to judge. Itās not like he was that psycho whoād been in the news, running around with a white outfit and a hood, scaring everyone with his antics. Swooping down, talking about justice and the moon or whatever.
As long as Steven never got that weird, you could handle whatever he threw at you.
Just imagine the feeling of the cold silver rings pressing and rubbing against your heated skin as he runs his calloused hands along your body
The way he squeezes your hips, runs his fingers along your jaw, anything he does youāll feel that cool metal on you and the contrasting temperature feel amazing
Imagine how it feels when heās fingering you and the silver band wrapped around the base of his fingers brush and rub against your clit
The difference in temperature between your heated clit and the cold rings feel amazing on your bundle of nerves
Then after your orgasm he pulls his fingers out only to tap them against your bottom lip as a silent way to tell you to open up
As you do he gently pushes his coated fingers in to which you instinctively suck your juices and cum off of them
As your tongue swirls around his digits, it would brush against the rings which would accidentally cause you to let out a whimper
Miguel did end up giving you one of his rings when he found out how much you like them but because his fingers are much larger than yours, he bought you a plain, no pendant necklace so you can place the ring within it like a makeshift pendant and wear it everywhere
He loves fucking you with it around your neck tho, his ego shoots straight through the roof as he watches the jewelry bounce with your body as his jackhammers his cock into your aching pussy
If youāre too far back in distance from him, heāll carefully push his finger into the ring and gently yank you forward, a form of pulling you towards him but not too harshly as to hurt you
Its a shame he found out how much the rings affects you because heās going to take advantage of that
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Now I didnāt try to edit or reread this so if thereās mistakes, my bad fr
miguel o'hara x fem!reader:
cw; size difference, corruption kink, praise kink, pussy slapping
author's note: a little test for miguel so i can learn how i wanna write him so i hope you enjoy
you were playing with miguel's hand, sitting next to him on the couch. "miguel," you sighed, voice gaining his attention. "yes, mi tesoro," he mumbled from his relaxed state on the couch, a smile tugging on the corner of his lips.
"why are you so big?"
the question was innocent, miguel could tell, especially with the delicate way you were holding his hand. but something about it made his brow twitch. yeah, he knew he was bigger than you, it plagued him every fucking day when he'd have to look down at you to see that pretty face looking at him like he was everything to you. but hearing you point it out...did something to him.
"look at how much bigger your fingers are than mine!"
at that comment, his eyes lazily opened and glazed to where you were holding your hand against his, showcasing how much longer and thicker his fingers were compared to hers.
"...yeah. you're tiny, aren't you, princesa," he teases, intertwining their fingers together as he pulled her closer so that she was into his lap. "c'mere, angel, let's compare, yeah? mm, veamos cuĆ”nto mĆ”s grandes son, ĀæsĆ?"
your legs were spread wide open over miguel's thick thighs.
"how's it feel," miguel whispered into your ear, humming as you moaned his name, trying to move the arm wrapped around your waist. he knew you were oversensitive, that it was too much, but good you too it so fucking well.
"mhm, my fingers are so much bigger than yours right? ohh, i know, i knowwww," he cooed at you, only two fingers deep inside you. the mess between your pretty thighs made him throb, his length pressing into your back as he held you tightly so you couldn't squirm away from it. no, he wanted you to feel the way his fingers stroked the inside of your tight pussy, focusing on that little spot that made you keen.
"m-miguel, i-i can't!"
you wouldn't cum, saying it was too much, his fingers were too big, and other excuses but no, miguel wasn't having it. if he wanted you to ever take his cock, he'd need you to at least take his fingers. and god, did you look so good like this.
"shhh, princesa, you can do it," he encouraged, hooking his head over your shoulder too look right between your legs. "you're so wet too. such a good girl, aren't you? mm, c'mon, give it to me, i want to feel this pretty pussy clench on my thick fingers," he moaned when he saw how his hand and your thighs were glistening from your wetness.
"you wanna be able to take me, right? if you can't take my fingers, how am i gonna get inside this tiny cunt," he asked right into your ear before removing his fingers, focusing on your swollen clit instead. "here, cariƱo, lets make you cum and then try it again, okay?"
his two wet fingers swiped at your sensitive bud, a smirk finding its way onto his face when your back arched from the feeling. it was overwhelming, it was unfair, why did his fingers feel so good? you didn't think you'd be able to take the third finger inside you, but he was so determined to get it in there.
making you cum would help you relax so he could ease that third inside you, and once he did he was going to make you cream all over his thick digits. just the thought made his hips roll against you.
"m-miguel, miggy, 'm gonna cum," you whimpered, trying to move your hips away from his quick fingers, the swirling on your cunt driving you made. "nononono, give it to me, let me make you cum, you're so close, just cum," miguel cooed into your ear. "cum like the little whore you are, angel. cum for me."
he gave one, quick swat to your cunt, and that's all it took to make you break. your entire body tensed up, crying out his name as ecstasy washes over you. as your orgasm overtook you, miguel groaned, his fingers still swirling around your clit to prolonge your orgasm as you writhed and struggled against the arm around your waist.
"ohh, babyyy, you're so pretty..."
miguel held onto you tightly, letting you ride out the waves of your climax, the intensity slowly subsiding. as your body finally went lax in his arms, his hand slows to a stop.
you were absolutely adorable, he thought with a little laugh, lowering his head to your ear. miguel wanted to break you, and if he had to destroy your pussy with his fingers first before he could bully his fat, cock into you, then he'd do it over and over again.
"oh, princesa, you did so good...i think i made you relaxed enough, though. let's try again, hermosa, yeah? let's break you and this gorgeous pussy in properly."
i know you guys want more aphrodisiac but pause for just a moment and consider the possibilities with miggy n the one he replaced
for all intents and purposes, in this case, gabriellaās miguel lived. but right now heās gone, and 2099 miguel has smoothly taken his place. he knows itās wrong. he knows what heās doing is so wrong. but heās clinging onto absolutely anything that even remotely justifies his actions. and almost every night, you are his unwitting enabler. mewling quietly into the sheets about how good it feels, forcing yourself to keep it down while he fucks into you like itās the last thing heāll do
at some point though, he wants a chance to really hear you. gabriel has the kiddo for the night and miguel decides to take you out. āanywhere, amor.ā you settle on your usual bar, unaware of how miguel doesnāt seem to recognize it, and the bartender apparently gets too close to you for comfort. neither one of you sees the murderous intent in miguelās crimson eyes
so of course it catches you off guard, when as soon as youāre out of sight, his hand tangles in your hair to practically drag you around to the alleyway. his lips on your skin searing, his words coming in a low growl. āno entiendes que eres mĆa?ā
he intends to prove it to you, despite your little whimpers of reassurance, and before you know it, one thick arm is wrapped around your throat from behind while he drives his cock deep into your poor aching cunt over and over. youāve lost count of how many orgasms heās pulled from you and he hasnāt even cum yet, all you can do is cry about how good it feels, and how you canāt take it anymore, nails pressing into the corded muscle making you lightheaded. āhurts, mi- iggy please!ā but youāll wail if he shows any sign of pulling away
āay pobrecita, le duele?ā he simply angles your hips to brush that sweet spot inside you every time and his free hand drifts down from your tummy to circle your throbbing clit. you cry out, your legs give out, but it doesnāt matter when heās holding you up to use like his own little toy. āitās okay baby i know. i know, itās okay, he could never fuck you like this. youāre gonna take everything i give you. me oyes? youāre mine. not his. shockinā mine.ā and you agree, unaware heās talking about your sweet miggy, not the old friend of yours behind the bar
he needs to feel justified. he needs reassurance. and if he has to fuck you stupid to get it, then so be it
iāll continue in just a moment, i promise. after all, we canāt leave original miggy high and dry now can we
authors note: jus a lil something small to try to get back into writing after nearly a month... literally been jus like struggling to write + have no time so im sorry if this is ass š also, no i didnt edit this either
handsy men who have no shame. you could be at a family-friendly restaurant and his hands would be exploring parts of your body that would otherwise be inappropriate to touch in public, let alone a family-oriented restaurant. a large hand resting on your ass as you wait for the hostess to seat you. or better yet, could be in line waiting to grab a beverage from your local coffee shop on an early saturday morning and he'd be standing right behind you, arms around your waist, planting kisses alongside your neck. many would be bashful by the pda but you love it. you love the feeling of having all eyes on you, people whispering things about you two, the thrill of it all just invokes excitement and pleasure. at home though? he's just as touchy. your favorite is when you're cooking dinner, and he comes up behind you, chest pressed against your back and you can feel his growing bulge against the plump of your ass. brushing your teeth before bed? his hands are fondling your tits as his head rests on your shoulder. he's only ever been like this with you. there's just something so intoxicating about you that he can't keep his hands off of you :)
miguel, toji, gojo, geto, uzui, n your any of ur faves ofc :)
another fluff before the like 4 smuts Iāve got lined up. for me. excuse the Google translate Spanish I wrote this whole thing in one sitting
Youāve Got Me
Hurt/comfort
Miguel/Afab! Reader(no gendered pronouns or (Y/N), reader has a uterus)
You felt stupid. You knew you shouldnāt, this was fully a roll-the-dice, cross-your-fingers-and-hope-Lady-Luck-is-on-your-side thing, but you couldnāt help it. After all, the only real safety measure to not get pregnant is to not have sex at all.
You were lonely, sue me, was the thought. Anyone wouldāve done the same thing. Itās not your fault the guy was a pump-and-dump either, he hasnāt returned any of your messages since that night. It sucks because you really liked him, he was so sweet that whole night and itās like the second you got out of his car, you werenāt a person anymore. You shouldāve known, he wouldnāt even kiss you.
You were hurt. You felt even more hurt staring down at the positive test two weeks after. You canāt help but feel your heart in your throat when you read it.
Of course, the universe has its way of doing these funny, silly, downright infuriating things, and just at that moment, your fancy-dancy-Iām-gonna-chuck-this-thing-at-the-wall watch went off.
Urgent meeting with Miguel OāHaraā Report ASAP.
You groaned, dropping your upper body so you were slumped past your knees on the toilet. As soon as you were able, you gathered yourself up, pushing your emotions down to your feet, and walked on them as you made your way to put on your suit.
Itās a temporary fix; and it feels like broken glass every step.
āāāāāāāāāā
In any other situation youād commend yourself on your ability to not snark at or prod Miguel, it was just too easy to do. But now you just didnāt have the energy. It was gone, not even three cups of the water the HQ called coffee could bring it up, now you just jittered, trembling slightly. You hoped he was far enough away you couldnāt tell, and that he didnāt ask questions thatād bring out your wavering voice.
On the other hand, it also seemed your lack of response was making him more infuriated. Going on about this thing and that and gesturing broadly, but clearly seeing his words go in one ear and out the other. He thought you just werenāt paying attention, making him feel hot with anger behind his eyes. Thatās when he jumped down from that stupid lift, sauntering up in front of you with a hard look and scowl.
āYou got a good explanation for why youāre not listening right now?ā He said it in a low voice, and by the jump you gave him when you heard it, you didnāt even notice him approaching. He scoffed, āNo puedo mĆ”s, esto es ridĆculo.ā
Thatās when you looked up, and the look you gave him was a hard punch in the gut. Your eyes were red, glossy and all the eyelashes were stuck. Your face was wet all over, like youād been trying to wipe tears away but they would just keep coming. You were biting so hard into your lips and cheek he was surprised you didnāt have blood on them.
Worst of all, you didnāt look angry. You just lookedā¦
Wounded.
āIāI,ā you started, feeling your voice fail you as you tried to find the words, āIām sorryā Miguel.ā
āHey, hey,ā His tone was much softer now as your gaze dropped, āĀæQue pasoā¦?ā
And then the dam broke.
You were immediately shaken by a sob, a full body convulsion that sounded painful, your hands shooting up to hide your face from him. You shook your head, hard, you couldnāt even find the words to tell him.
How could you? Heās Miguel. He doesnāt do mistakes or accidents and he certainly doesnāt understand when someone else does either. Heād probably blame it on you, or tell you how stupid you are, or, orā
You felt large hands grab at your shoulders, before moving to wrap tightly around you, and before you knew it, Miguel had you enveloped in a tight hug, holding you to his chest as you shook and sobbed into him. Only then did your hands come down to grip at the back of his spider suit, not wanting to let go no matter how the delicate tech under your fingers protested it.
āHey, hey, Iām sorry,ā He started, his head resting on yours, āI-I didnāt think youādā cryāā
He felt your head shake in its spot smushed to his chest, āNo, no, itās not that.ā
You sniffed hard, taking a deep breath and steadying yourself before looking up at him. His face was contorted into so much worry youād have though your eyes were hanging out of your head.
āThenā¦ whatās withā?ā
āI-Iām pregnant,ā you said, like it was the hardest words in the world to say, āAndāand Iām really scared. I took all the precautions I needed to, he got me Plan B, he wore a condom, and-and they didnāt work and the guy dumped me the second he was able to, and I really liked him so it just sucks, and Iām tired, and Iām lonely, and Iāmā and Iām so sick of being the only one that takes care of me, as if I donāt have enough being spiderman, andāand fighting inter-dimensional bullshitā!ā
āShhhhh, hey, hey hey,ā Miguelās voice was like a blanket as he pulled you back into him, stroking at your hair as he did, āEstarĆ”s bien, confĆa en mĆ. Iāll make sure of it.ā
You looked at him in surprise, wiping your nose on your suit sleeve, āReāreally? You do that for meā¦?ā
You laughed at that, soft and pitifully, but Miguel couldāve seen heaven in it if he looked hard enough. Miguel swallowed, closing his eyes as he weighed his words in his mind. He needed to pick them carefully, he knew that, you were delicate right now and he needed to respect that, digging up all the bedside manner he could surface from when he was a genetics undergrad. Knowledge wise, at least, he knew heād be the best option for you to talk to, but emotionally youād be better talking to a rock.
āWhatever you want to do,ā he said, cupping under your face to look up at him, āIāll help you. And I do mean whatever you decide because itās your choice.ā
You sighed deep, feeling as if the weight youād been carrying was finally off your shoulders as you sank so far into Miguel, his hand and his arm and his chest. āThank you, Miguel. Youāreā youāre really sweet.ā
He shook his head, āWell, I donāt know aboutā¦. Is there anything else you need? Anything I can do in this moment?ā
You looked up at him, racking your brain for anything, anything but the thing that came to mind. When nothing popped up, you went with your impulse.
āCould you pleaseā¦ hold me? Just like this, for a little while?ā
Miguel could feel himself melting at the plea you gave, how clearly starved for affection you felt and in that moment he doesnāt think heās wanted to truly kill another man more. He would do anything to make sure you never cry or sound like that again. So he nodded.
āIāll hold you forever if thats what you want. Me tienes.ā
They were a cute couple, very sweet on each other. It was enough to make the whole camp sick. In an endearing way, of course.
It was quiet at this point in the morning, the sun hasnāt broken the soft purple of the sky and the dew made the ground cool. Javier had stopped (Y/N) where they sat atop their horse, reaching for the hand that hung at their side. They looked at him questioningly as they brought their horse to a stop. He held the hand in his own and rubbed his thumb across their knuckles. The gesture, though small, made them feel warm in their chest.
āWhen will you be back?ā
They smiled at him, taking his hand in their own and squeezing softly.
āSoon enough that you wonāt miss me.ā
He smiled at that, leaning in to kiss their hand, resting his head against it as he hummed.
āThatās far too long. Youāll have to come back sooner than that.ā
They laughed at that, widening Javierās own smile as they slipped their hand from his grasp and leaned down to cup his face.
āAs you wish.ā
They kissed him, sweet and soft. Javier had reached up to them, but stopped short when he heard a groan from over his shoulder, jolting in surprise from the quiet around them breaking.
āCāmon, now,ā the two heard Arthur call from where he was keeping watch, tiredly leaning against the tree with his gun on his shoulder, āThe chickens aināt even up yet.ā
Your phone lights up from its spot next to you on your bed, buzzing once as a notification came in.
You got a new match!
A second prompt followed.
New message from Peter B
You picked it up, opening the message, the words bringing a smirk to your face.
Peter B: Nglā¦ my friend and I both think youāre really hot.
You: Oh rlly?
Peter: Mhmmm
Peter: whatād you think about a triple date?
You: what would the three of us do on this date? Iām curious.
Peter: Drinks dinner and fun after.
Peter: All three of us.
Your eyes lit up at that. Peter was already an attractive older man but the idea of fucking him and his friendā¦ It made a pleased shiver go up your spine.
You: I like the sound of that. If I give you my snap could I get pics of yāall?
Peter: Only if we get some back.
You: Itās only fair.
You sent him your snap and heād immediately added you. When you added him back, a picture was waiting for you. You bit your lip in excitement as you opened it.
Oh, fuck.
You recognized the figure to the left. Its Peter, from Tinder, a lopsided smirk on his face as he pulls the other man into the picture. Heās wearing a worn shirt and sunglasses on his head, his 5 oāclock shadow evident. All in all he looked comforting and soft with eyes to match.
Then you saw his friend. His very handsome and very muscular friend. His hair was pushed back from his stern face, chiseled features set. His tight shirt highlighted his assets and the fact Peter had to reach up to pull him into frame meant he must have been tall. Like insanely tall. His eyes were dark but his overall demeanor didnāt reach them.
They were hot. Really hot.
You held up your phone and then sent them a picture back.
āāāāāāāāā
Some conversation and videos of you shaking ass for them later and here you were, the three of you at a nice restaurant in upper Manhattan, squeezed into a booth with you in the middle of their bodies. Peterās arm had been thrown over the back of your seat and Miguelās hand was at your knee as youād laugh at Peterās jokes, even more so at Miguelās disgruntled reactions to his friend. Sometime between your first and second drinks, Peterās hand was playing at your necklace and Miguelās was running up and down the length of your inner thigh, squeezing occasionally. Their voices had dropped, both of them coming even closer to whisper into your ear.
āYāknow,ā Peter began, talking into your ear as his hand dipped from your neck to feel under the strap of your clothes, āMiguel here really liked those videos you sent us. Whatād you say about it, Mig?ā
Miguel grunted, not moving his face from where he was nosing at your cheek and hair, inhaling before groaning out, āQue maravilla.ā
The tone of their voices sent a shiver through you, feeling as Miguelās hand squeezed possessively at the skin under your skirt. Peter dragged his own fingers down your shoulder, dipping under the hemline to press his fingers against your nipple before shifting his arm so he could grab your tit under your clothes. They were feeling you out in the open, in a tucked away booth in a quiet restaurant. You could feel your heartbeat, like thunder in your ears what wouldāve drowned out the two of them if it wasnāt for them talking into your skin. Peter whispering the dirty things they did last night while you were sending them videos, how excited they were to slut you out, all while groping you and using his cold fingers to play with your nipples. Miguel was distracted with tracing his middle finger over then length of your slit through your panties, pushing further into you as he told Peter how wet you were, and how fucking good you were gonna feel.
You'd just stand there gawking at the sight of his muscles flexing and sweat dribbling downnhisnchest and abs.... then trailing down his happy trail....
what if he notices you ogling him and he goes from just working out 100% showing off so you keep looking at him. ego boosted cocky sweaty panting Miguel omgā¦
warnings?: afab! reader, maybe ooc miguel? mentions of chubby reader once, breeding kink, mentioned daddy / sir kink, mentions of praise & degration, miguel being ravenous for reader love him!, munch miguel my favourite miguel, angry sex lol my fav, happy wife happy lifeā¦ idk what else
a/n: 2nd post iām gagged. um hi! minors dni or iāll sacrifice you yellowjackets style. i š¤ miguel. this is self indulgence :) not edited / proofread
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i think miguel would be like the sweetest husband ever. heās grumpy and stuff but have u seen him with gabi? heās a sweetheart at his core!!! heād probably be super corny too, like, dad jokes and all. heās an old man.
heās richā¦ alchemax and allā¦ me thinks. so heād spoil you. your wedding would be super fancy (or casual, depends on what you wanted!) with the dress and deco of your dreams ā¦ i donāt think he wouldāve cried but he def wouldāve gotten emotional! maybe a small voice crack or misty eyes!
omg? heās so a girl dad. like iām sick ab it. he wouldnāt pressure you to have kids but if you wanted kids? heās jumping your bones, sorry. he wouldnāt be upset if you had a boy, because heād love your kids either way, but he just loves the idea of having a baby girl. like, dressing them up and being forced to play house ?! imagine your grumpy giant of a husband playing dolls with your baby š
imagine how peter is w mayday and then imagine miguel and his baby LMAO. he wouldnāt be so careless (if thatās what you call it?) with his baby, like bringing them on missions and such, but heād def bring them to the spider-society with your permission. he wouldnāt say heās showing off his baby, but he definitely is.
produces burning temperatures from his body. you try and cuddle him and suddenly itās like being smothered by a bear. heās definitely the big spoon i think, but he wouldnāt mind if you climb onto him like a koala.
MUSCLES!!!!! heās so strong uhghhhh kill me @_@. heād be gentle with you but sometimes he accidentally manhandles you and heās like āš¶.ā but itās lowk kinda hot so? like? itās okay baby š¤. maybe, if you had a house, heād have his own small gym. and yk that thing where you lay under them and they give you kisses? that with him. or heās doing push-ups and your on his back lol
i dont think heād really care what you look like, but i can imagine miguel as having a preference for chubby people. no reason specifically, but he thinks your thighs and tummy is the most loveable thing ever. heād totally bite you. not with his fangs ācause of the venom, but just a little nom. yk.
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ā¦ breeding kink :3. heās not a loser, if you wouldnāt want him to come inside he wouldnāt!! but if you do?ā¦ trust he will be all over you. thereās just something about his cum oozing out of you that makes him go just a little bit feral. heād definitely want kids me thinks, so if youāre not on birth control? hooray!!! if you are? thatās okay too!!
i think his fav position would be a mating press or cowgirlā¦ maybe a little full nelsonā¦ bc i want him to chokehold me š. mating press so he can see the little bulge in your tummy, and the way you flush when he presses your knees to your shoulder! cowgirl so he can see the way you bounce on top of him, his hands firm on your hips.
pain play / impact play if your also into it. nothing extreme, because he doesnāt seriously want to hurt you. but heād maybe be into scratching or choking! like? ok chokehold me? idk if heād bite you, bc he wouldnāt want to like paralyze you, but if your into it heād be willing to try.
aftercare is very very important for him. heād do whatever your comfortable with, as long as youāre okay and comfortable afterwards! heād draw you a bath, make sure youāre hydrated, wipe away any bodily fluids and suchā¦ heād get you snacks if ur hungry! and of course, you get the snuggliest snuggles ever. heāll always be sure to let you know how much he loves you!!
praise & degration, a mix of both. heād call you his good girl, telling you how pretty you look. if youāre into it, heād call you a slutā¦ praise is a must for him, heās a passionate loverā but if you werenāt into being degraded, he would never say anything mean.
this man is the #1 munch, like iām dying UGHH. heād enjoy getting blowjobs and stuff but heās obsessed with eating you out šš like itās insane. heād kiss ur thighs while doing it and like. ngh. would make u ride his face, like, choke him out. heād complain when u wouldnāt sit fully. that man wants u to strangle him. wouldnāt like j lick the flaps or whateverā¦ that man knows what to do š
is obsessed w seeing you in ur wedding dress? like. put it in on and heās trying his hardest to be respectfulā¦
soft morning sex iām SICK. heād be so gentleā¦ waking u up with kisses and heād j slowly fuck youš¢š¢in missionary or spooning. and then heād have that like sleepy husky voice from when u just wake up, being like, āgāmorning baby <3ā
he LOVES petnames me thinksā¦ in both spanish and english. would switch to spanglish when heās pent up. kill me ughhhh. on the recieving endā¦ mayhaps heād like daddy!! or sir if ur feeling crazy!! but heād also like hearing his name, just his name, slide out of ur lips :(
obsessed with seeing you in his clothes? like, heās 6ā9, so itās likely that ur much shorter than him. so seeing you in his clothes, practically drowning in them?ā¦ heās bending u over the counter, fucking you in nothing but his shirt. ugh
gets horny from domestically. maybe your not doing anything special, just cooking in the kitchen or reading a book on the couch. heās so in love with you that anything you do makes him crazy.
ANGRY SEX????? yeah. not angry at you, but maybe something happened at work or at the spider society. and then heās fucking you like he hates youā of course, making sure your okayā and groaning in your ear as he lets out his frustration.ā¦ omg.
just a thoughtā¦ but reader with glasses. god. giving him a blowjob and him cumming on ur glasses? itās so gross i love it like my DREAM. or giving him a bj and he cums in ur mouth. and he does the thing where he pats ur cheek to swallow. hmmmmā¦ i need him
def had sex with u at ur wedding š. like bro was going crazy seeing u in ur wedding dressā¦ fucks you and recites his vows. UGH
pervy roommate!miguel who mumbles to himself after you ask for help to cum after your little pink vibrator died and wouldn't be recharged for an hour. the only problem? you told him you've never fingered yourself because you didn't think you're fingers would fit.
so now he's finally got two of his thick digits inside you, listening to how you try to muffle your whines and moans as your pussy gushes around his fingers. the feeling of them slowly rubbing against your walls made your hips twitch, but what really got you was the absolute filth that left his mouth.
"s'fuckin' tight, so small...jesus."
"pretty little cunt 's creaming all over my hand, baby girl, holy shit."
"god, mami, i wanna taste you so bad, es injusto."
"c'mon, lemme speed it up, you're gettin' wetter for me. shh, shh, i knowww, it's too much and too big, but it's okay. miggy's gonna make it feel real good, baby."
Rockstar! Vincent Au where much like Peter Steele he did a play girl photoshoot. Some shows later and heās at the signing table of a meet and greet after a show. Reader comes up to him and shyly asks if heād sign their magazine. He does and asks if they want a picture with him. They nod and start to pull out their camera but Vincent chuckles and shakes his head. Saying theyāll have a one-on-one photoshoot after the meet and greet and winking at them as they step out of the line, flustered.
