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Steven Grant- Here We Go (you)

Summary: Your POV- That weird tour guide at the museum who’s always looking at your skirts turns out to be very good with his hands.

Tomorrow: Steven’s POV- You wore his favorite skirt today. A sign that today is the day. With Jake's advice, Steven makes his move.

Contents: 🔥18+ nsfw, fingering, semi-public (~1.7k)

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Here we go again.

Steven Grant is hunched over a glass display case muttering to himself.

His blazer is askew and it’s covering a garish, oversize button-down shirt with palm trees and birds on it.

You’d recently started working at the museum gift shop. The guy who’d previously held the job had been promoted to tour guide. At first, when he’d 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. 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 he’d 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.

It’s 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.

“Hiya,” he says, the sound echoing in the deserted room. He points down. “Think they mislabeled the tools in here a bit. I’ll put it in the comment box, yeah?” He nods awkwardly, curls bouncing on his forehead, and wanders around the case toward you.

He studies you, taps his name tag.

“I remember,” you say, tapping yours in return.

“Do you know the ancient Egyptians brewed beer? Like, a crazy amount of beer. Over here.” 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 he’s doing the same thing to you.

“Well,” you say, “I should probably-“

“I think you’re so pretty,” he blurts out. His fingers worry together in front of his chest. “Gods, that was fucking stupid. I just meant, um, the beer thing and I wanted to ask you out for a drink and-“ he stops short, almost like someone called his name and he’s waiting to see if he’s hearing it again.

“Steven?” You reach out and lay a hand on his arm.

He looks down at it, eyes widening slowly. “I think I’m gonna kiss you now.”

Before you can accept, because you definitely would, he rushes forward and presses his lips to yours. It’s 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.

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 it’s shut to the public.

He smiles then kisses you again as your back awkwardly hits the wall.

“Oh, sorry, love,” he says, not letting you breathe enough to tell him it’s okay. You wrap your arms around him, your leg around him so that he can grind his length against you. “Wanted this for so long. Ages.”

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.

“I didn’t want to wait, but we thought-“

You freeze. “We?”

Steven’s mouth slows on your neck. He tilts his head back up to look at you. “I,” he says. “I thought maybe you wouldn’t understand.” He swallows nervously. “I’m not really supposed to be doin’ this.”

His breath is warm against your face. You’re reminded that this guy is, one hundred percent, a walking red flag. Just because he’s an amazing kisser and his thick, mouth-watering erection is rocking against you like he wants to make you pregnant through your clothes, doesn’t excuse the odd behavior you’ve seen.

“I don’t think there are any rules against a tour guide and a shop clerk making out, but you’re right. We shouldn’t be doing this here.” You slide your leg back down and fix your shirt.

“Hold on a tick, I didn’t say that exactly.” He braces his arms on either side of you, his gaze shifts away, then back to you. “Yeah, I know you want me. Always staring at me, aren’t you?”

Your body goes warm. Busted. “Yes, kind of.”

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 there’s something charming about it.

You moan quietly. Steven kisses you, swallowing the sound with a smile.

“Best be quiet,” he says, “don’t want anyone walking in here, seeing what a tart you are.”

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.

“You like it like this, don’t you, dirty girl,” he says in a low voice.

“Wow,” you say.

Steven’s head pops up to look at you, a slightly startled expression on his face. “Oh sorry, didn’t like me calling you that? Was advice from a… friend, maybe doesn’t work on you.”

You kiss him, cutting him off. “No, I liked it.”

He grins. “Right then.”

“Carry on.”

“Carrying on.” He starts back in, kissing at the nape of your neck, his fingers wandering between your legs. “Oh darling, you’re dripping wet. Just gonna put my fingers here. Wait, here?” He shifts his fingertips slightly, answering his own rhetorical question. “Yeah, here.”

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.

“Should I do it like this?” He says, fingers pressing in and out against your walls.

“Yeah, Steven, just like that.” You say, breathless.

“What?” He says, kissing your lips again. “Did you say something, love?”

You’re too turned on to be confused. Maybe he’d 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.

“No, no, love, look at us,” 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.

“You’re too beautiful for words,” he says. He swipes his hand over your trembling skin, bringing it up to his mouth to taste it. He groans softly. “So sweet.”

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 it’s fresh out of the wash.

You look at it. He’s not just going to walk around like that is he?

“What? S’not straight?” He looks down and adjusts it again. He smiles and runs a hand through his hair. “That was quite unexpected, but a real pleasure.”

You nod. “Yeah. Yeah, definitely.”

Steven tilts his head slightly, looks like he’s thinking, then slides a hand around your waist. “Maybe you’d like to have dinner this weekend? I’m not a great cook, but my roommates are and I’m sure they can make you whatever you like.”

Was it a good idea to go to this guy’s 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.

“Dinner sounds nice,” you say, fixing your skirt. “And I’d love to meet your roommates.”

“They’re not in,” Steven says quickly.

“Um…”

He clears his throat. “Just, don’t worry about them. They’ll make themselves scarce,” he says. “Stop it,” he whispers to himself.

You laugh awkwardly. You’d 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 wasn’t lonely in a big city like London?

He plants another quick kiss on your lips. “My dirty girl.” He walks over and unclips the velvet rope, releasing you from your privacy. “You know, that sounds a bit weird when I say it.”

“No, it doesn’t,” you say.

He turns to you. “Sorry, love, did you say something?”

The way he talked to himself was just plain weird. But he was so hot, you could forgive his oddball nature. After all, you weren’t one to judge. It’s not like he was that psycho who’d 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.

--tomorrow: Steven's POV--

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freshtoes · 7 months

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sending ur partner nudes while they’re at work, but not coz ur a slut; ur a socialist and u want them to waste company time jacking off to u

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tw: fingering, afab!reader, finger sucking

Imagine Miguel wearing rings..

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 you’ll feel that cool metal on you and the contrasting temperature feel amazing

Imagine how it feels when he’s 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 you’re too far back in distance from him, he’ll 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 he’s going to take advantage of that

Now I didn’t try to edit or reread this so if there’s mistakes, my bad fr

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freshtoes · 9 months

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𝚋𝚒𝚐₊˚⊹♡

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 cuánto más grandes son, ¿sí?"

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, cariño, 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."

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freshtoes · 9 months

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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, gabriella’s miguel lived. but right now he’s gone, and 2099 miguel has smoothly taken his place. he knows it’s wrong. he knows what he’s doing is so wrong. but he’s 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 it’s the last thing he’ll 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. “anywhere, amor.” you settle on your usual bar, unaware of how miguel doesn’t seem to recognize it, and the bartender apparently gets too close to you for comfort. neither one of you sees the murderous intent in miguel’s crimson eyes

so of course it catches you off guard, when as soon as you’re 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. “no entiendes que eres mía?”

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. you’ve lost count of how many orgasms he’s pulled from you and he hasn’t even cum yet, all you can do is cry about how good it feels, and how you can’t take it anymore, nails pressing into the corded muscle making you lightheaded. “hurts, mi- iggy please!” but you’ll wail if he shows any sign of pulling away

“ay pobrecita, le duele?” 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 doesn’t matter when he’s holding you up to use like his own little toy. “it’s okay baby i know. i know, it’s okay, he could never fuck you like this. you’re gonna take everything i give you. me oyes? you’re mine. not his. shockin’ mine.“ and you agree, unaware he’s 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

i’ll continue in just a moment, i promise. after all, we can’t leave original miggy high and dry now can we

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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 😭 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 :)

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another fluff before the like 4 smuts I’ve got lined up. for me. excuse the Google translate Spanish I wrote this whole thing in one sitting

You’ve Got Me

Hurt/comfort

Miguel/Afab! Reader(no gendered pronouns or (Y/N), reader has a uterus)

You felt stupid. You knew you shouldn’t, this was fully a roll-the-dice, cross-your-fingers-and-hope-Lady-Luck-is-on-your-side thing, but you couldn’t 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 would’ve done the same thing. It’s not your fault the guy was a pump-and-dump either, he hasn’t returned any of your messages since that night. It sucks because you really liked him, he was so sweet that whole night and it’s like the second you got out of his car, you weren’t a person anymore. You should’ve known, he wouldn’t even kiss you.

You were hurt. You felt even more hurt staring down at the positive test two weeks after. You can’t 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-I’m-gonna-chuck-this-thing-at-the-wall watch went off.

Urgent meeting with Miguel O’Hara— 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.

It’s a temporary fix; and it feels like broken glass every step.

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In any other situation you’d commend yourself on your ability to not snark at or prod Miguel, it was just too easy to do. But now you just didn’t 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 couldn’t tell, and that he didn’t ask questions that’d 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 weren’t paying attention, making him feel hot with anger behind his eyes. That’s when he jumped down from that stupid lift, sauntering up in front of you with a hard look and scowl.

“You got a good explanation for why you’re not listening right now?” He said it in a low voice, and by the jump you gave him when you heard it, you didn’t even notice him approaching. He scoffed, “No puedo más, esto es ridículo.”

That’s 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 you’d 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 didn’t have blood on them.

Worst of all, you didn’t look angry. You just looked…

Wounded.

“I—I,” you started, feeling your voice fail you as you tried to find the words, “I’m sorry— Miguel.”

“Hey, hey,” His tone was much softer now as your gaze dropped, “¿Que paso…?”

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 couldn’t even find the words to tell him.

How could you? He’s Miguel. He doesn’t do mistakes or accidents and he certainly doesn’t understand when someone else does either. He’d probably blame it on you, or tell you how stupid you are, or, or—

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.

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry,” He started, his head resting on yours, “I-I didn’t think you’d— cry—“

He felt your head shake in its spot smushed to his chest, “No, no, it’s not that.”

You sniffed hard, taking a deep breath and steadying yourself before looking up at him. His face was contorted into so much worry you’d have though your eyes were hanging out of your head.

“Then… what’s with—?”

“I-I’m pregnant,” you said, like it was the hardest words in the world to say, “And—and I’m really scared. I took all the precautions I needed to, he got me Plan B, he wore a condom, and-and they didn’t work and the guy dumped me the second he was able to, and I really liked him so it just sucks, and I’m tired, and I’m lonely, and I’m— and I’m so sick of being the only one that takes care of me, as if I don’t have enough being spiderman, and—and fighting inter-dimensional bullshit—!”

“Shhhhh, hey, hey hey,” Miguel’s voice was like a blanket as he pulled you back into him, stroking at your hair as he did, “Estarás bien, confía en mí. I’ll make sure of it.”

You looked at him in surprise, wiping your nose on your suit sleeve, “Re—really? You do that for me…?”

He nods, “This isn’t something you do alone. And it’s not your fault, these things are a two person effort after all. And that guy— él no lo vale. He’s not even the shit on your shoe from now on.”

You laughed at that, soft and pitifully, but Miguel could’ve 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 he’d be the best option for you to talk to, but emotionally you’d be better talking to a rock.

“Whatever you want to do,” he said, cupping under your face to look up at him, “I’ll help you. And I do mean whatever you decide because it’s your choice.”

You sighed deep, feeling as if the weight you’d been carrying was finally off your shoulders as you sank so far into Miguel, his hand and his arm and his chest. “Thank you, Miguel. You’re— you’re really sweet.”

He shook his head, “Well, I don’t know about…. Is there anything else you need? Anything I can do in this moment?”

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.

“Could you please… hold me? Just like this, for a little while?”

Miguel could feel himself melting at the plea you gave, how clearly starved for affection you felt and in that moment he doesn’t think he’s 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.

“I’ll hold you forever if thats what you want. Me tienes.”

#hurt/comfort #fluff #agnst #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #x reader fanfiction #afab reader #miguel o’hara x reader

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freshtoes · 9 months

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Forcing a tall sub to their knees and making fun of them for how small they are now

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freshtoes · 9 months

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Javier blurb

Fluff, gender neutral reader

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 hasn’t 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.

“When will you be back?”

They smiled at him, taking his hand in their own and squeezing softly.

“Soon enough that you won’t miss me.”

He smiled at that, leaning in to kiss their hand, resting his head against it as he hummed.

“That’s far too long. You’ll have to come back sooner than that.”

They laughed at that, widening Javier’s own smile as they slipped their hand from his grasp and leaned down to cup his face.

“As you wish.”

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.

“C’mon, now,” the two heard Arthur call from where he was keeping watch, tiredly leaning against the tree with his gun on his shoulder, “The chickens ain’t even up yet.”

#fanfic #javier escuella #javier escuella x reader #red dead redemption 2 #rdr fanfiction #gender nuetral reader #blurb

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Based off of real events. Some of them.

Miguel O’Hara/Fem! Reader/Peter B. Parker

very suggestive blurb

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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: Ngl… my friend and I both think you’re really hot.

You: Oh rlly?

Peter: Mhmmm

Peter: what’d you think about a triple date?

You: what would the three of us do on this date? I’m 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 friend… 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 y’all?

Peter: Only if we get some back.

You: It’s only fair.

You sent him your snap and he’d 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. He’s wearing a worn shirt and sunglasses on his head, his 5 o’clock 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 didn’t reach them.

They were hot. Really hot.

You held up your phone and then sent them a picture back.

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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. Peter’s arm had been thrown over the back of your seat and Miguel’s hand was at your knee as you’d laugh at Peter’s jokes, even more so at Miguel’s disgruntled reactions to his friend. Sometime between your first and second drinks, Peter’s hand was playing at your necklace and Miguel’s 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.

“Y’know,” Peter began, talking into your ear as his hand dipped from your neck to feel under the strap of your clothes, “Miguel here really liked those videos you sent us. What’d you say about it, Mig?”

Miguel grunted, not moving his face from where he was nosing at your cheek and hair, inhaling before groaning out, “Que maravilla.”

The tone of their voices sent a shiver through you, feeling as Miguel’s 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 would’ve drowned out the two of them if it wasn’t 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.

umm part 2?

#fanfic #spiderman smut #spiderman 2099 #peter b parker #miguel o'hara #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman fanfic #miguel o’hara smut #peter b parker smut

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freshtoes · 9 months

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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 omg…

Casually thinking about Miguel O'Hara working out...

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freshtoes · 10 months

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a snippet of the Bassist! Vincent fic cause it made me giggle and idk if it’s staying in or not

#fanfic #vincent sinclair smut #house of wax fanfiction

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freshtoes · 10 months

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oh the glasses one got me dizzyyy…. 🩷🩷

all my riches for her smiles

husband! miguel x wife! reader

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 life… idk what else

a/n: 2nd post i’m gagged. um hi! minors dni or i’ll sacrifice you yellowjackets style. i 🤍 miguel. this is self indulgence :) not edited / proofread

sfw

i think miguel would be like the sweetest husband ever. he’s grumpy and stuff but have u seen him with gabi? he’s a sweetheart at his core!!! he’d probably be super corny too, like, dad jokes and all. he’s an old man.

he’s rich… alchemax and all… me thinks. so he’d spoil you. your wedding would be super fancy (or casual, depends on what you wanted!) with the dress and deco of your dreams … i don’t think he would’ve cried but he def would’ve gotten emotional! maybe a small voice crack or misty eyes!

omg? he’s so a girl dad. like i’m sick ab it. he wouldn’t pressure you to have kids but if you wanted kids? he’s jumping your bones, sorry. he wouldn’t be upset if you had a boy, because he’d 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 😭

imagine how peter is w mayday and then imagine miguel and his baby LMAO. he wouldn’t be so careless (if that’s what you call it?) with his baby, like bringing them on missions and such, but he’d def bring them to the spider-society with your permission. he wouldn’t say he’s showing off his baby, but he definitely is.

produces burning temperatures from his body. you try and cuddle him and suddenly it’s like being smothered by a bear. he’s definitely the big spoon i think, but he wouldn’t mind if you climb onto him like a koala.

MUSCLES!!!!! he’s so strong uhghhhh kill me @_@. he’d be gentle with you but sometimes he accidentally manhandles you and he’s like “😶.” but it’s lowk kinda hot so? like? it’s okay baby 🤍. maybe, if you had a house, he’d have his own small gym. and yk that thing where you lay under them and they give you kisses? that with him. or he’s doing push-ups and your on his back lol

i dont think he’d 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. he’d totally bite you. not with his fangs ‘cause of the venom, but just a little nom. yk.

nsfw

… breeding kink :3. he’s not a loser, if you wouldn’t want him to come inside he wouldn’t!! but if you do?… trust he will be all over you. there’s just something about his cum oozing out of you that makes him go just a little bit feral. he’d definitely want kids me thinks, so if you’re not on birth control? hooray!!! if you are? that’s okay too!!

i think his fav position would be a mating press or cowgirl… maybe a little full nelson… bc i want him to chokehold me 😊. 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 doesn’t seriously want to hurt you. but he’d maybe be into scratching or choking! like? ok chokehold me? idk if he’d bite you, bc he wouldn’t want to like paralyze you, but if your into it he’d be willing to try.

aftercare is very very important for him. he’d do whatever your comfortable with, as long as you’re okay and comfortable afterwards! he’d draw you a bath, make sure you’re hydrated, wipe away any bodily fluids and such… he’d get you snacks if ur hungry! and of course, you get the snuggliest snuggles ever. he’ll always be sure to let you know how much he loves you!!

praise & degration, a mix of both. he’d call you his good girl, telling you how pretty you look. if you’re into it, he’d call you a slut… praise is a must for him, he’s a passionate lover— but if you weren’t into being degraded, he would never say anything mean.

this man is the #1 munch, like i’m dying UGHH. he’d enjoy getting blowjobs and stuff but he’s obsessed with eating you out 😭😭 like it’s insane. he’d kiss ur thighs while doing it and like. ngh. would make u ride his face, like, choke him out. he’d complain when u wouldn’t sit fully. that man wants u to strangle him. wouldn’t like j lick the flaps or whatever… that man knows what to do 😊

is obsessed w seeing you in ur wedding dress? like. put it in on and he’s trying his hardest to be respectful…

soft morning sex i’m SICK. he’d be so gentle… waking u up with kisses and he’d j slowly fuck you😢😢in missionary or spooning. and then he’d have that like sleepy husky voice from when u just wake up, being like, “g’morning baby <3”

he LOVES petnames me thinks… in both spanish and english. would switch to spanglish when he’s pent up. kill me ughhhh. on the recieving end… mayhaps he’d like daddy!! or sir if ur feeling crazy!! but he’d also like hearing his name, just his name, slide out of ur lips :(

obsessed with seeing you in his clothes? like, he’s 6’9, so it’s likely that ur much shorter than him. so seeing you in his clothes, practically drowning in them?… he’s 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. he’s 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 he’s fucking you like he hates you— of course, making sure your okay— and groaning in your ear as he lets out his frustration.… omg.

just a thought… but reader with glasses. god. giving him a blowjob and him cumming on ur glasses? it’s 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. hmmmm… i need him

def had sex with u at ur wedding 😭. like bro was going crazy seeing u in ur wedding dress… fucks you and recites his vows. UGH

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