#🕷️—responds

[ghostin-g]

bro i HATETHE PEOPLEATMY JOB 👹👹👹👹👹👹

the disrespect is disrespecting

sigh anyways

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3 days late.. ANYWHO

HELPPP i hope ure doing good.. im actually not working yet but i do plan on working soon!!

the disrespect is disrespecting chat 😔😔 HRU 🦅 ANON

[puckinghischier]

My midterm is tomorrow morning and i’m trying to study ughhh

My mind keeps drifting to how Quinn would be SO GOOD and quietly caring for you while you spiral and study and UGH

a girl can dream 😖😖

good luck today!! you’ve got this, i know you do.

quinn would absolutely be there to help you study and bringing you water, silently dropping off snacks, and ensuring you go to bed at a proper time to get enough sleep. “baby, c’mon, you’ve done enough for today. come to bed with me, let’s go relax.”

[rui-ayaki-lower5]

thank you for the hug🫂🫂🫂🫂

Spider-Mod: you're welcome! Hope you feel less stressed soon!

[nrc-confessions]

SEBEKS GRSNDOA IS NOT HOR!!!! U SGUYS HAVE NDO TASTE

Wedd mod is the prretriesr greend haire huy at nrc🫶

-🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️!!!!

sebeks grandpa ishot and bennet is the prettiest boy ever those aren’t contradictory statements

[spiderwarden]

WOOOH WRITING IS GONNA HAPPEN TONIGHT

[wandaslovey]

honestly guys…. i think i need to marry cynthia-16

just sayin

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woah that escalated quickly

[spideyyygotmotionn]

PETER PARKER - the mask stays on.

Synopsis 🕸️ you always dreamed of doing it with spider man, this was like a birthday wish come true.

Contains 🕸️ nsfw!, 18+, spiderman fan!reader, smut, piv, mask stays on, afab, bday sex, a lot of plot sorry, established relationship, secret relationship, horrible roleplay, pet names, praise, oral sex (m!receiving), no protection (wrap it before u tap it irl), reader doesn’t know spider-man’s identity, oblivious!reader, parker is a people pleaser for you only

word count 🕷️: 4K

you had a secret.

a secret that you’ve managed to keep all to yourself for as long as you could remember. you had a tiny crush on spiderman. “tiny” is a understatement. okay a big crush whatever you want to say. you couldn’t help it, he just looked so good? sure you weren’t sure of the face card situation but the energy? no one understands it like you do. he’s so mysterious yet kind and cocky all at once but not too much to the point where it’s a turn off. he’s so cute. imagine how horrified you were when word got out that you liked spider-man.

you wanted to kill Laura. she teased you about it a little too loudly during homeroom and word got out fast. “really? spiderman? sure he’s cool, but you got all this in front of you babe.” flash laughs while gesturing to himself as if he was somehow magically a choice in your eyes. Peter rolled his eyes at flash’s weak attempts to flirt with you. you couldn’t even bring yourself to reply as you scoffed at him and turned to Laura. ‘see what you did.’ your face read while she mouthed a ‘sorry!’ in silence. all of you somehow missed a blushing peter parker as ned jolted out of his seat to slap him.

“anyway, this is so not the 18th birthday i wanted to experience. my senior year, freshly 18, and my celebrity crush is the biggest topic of conversation. yayyy.” you sarcastically cheered clearly bothered by everyone knowing.

“well it’s not so bad. it’s just a celebrity crush. at least your real crush isn’t taking it to heart.” Laura smiled sympathetically. you didn’t miss her head gesture towards Parker who was actually your boyfriend. it was a bit of a complicated situation you felt guilty yourself for keeping another huge secret from your best friend. Peter Parker was your boyfriend but no one knew.

“so.. spiderman?” parker questioned with a shit eating grin on his face. you groaned in desperation as you plopped yourself face first down on your bed. “oh c’mon it’s not the worst thing in the world. it’s kinda cute.” peter laughed as he caressed your hair, an attempt to comfort you. “not cute. it’s embarrassing.” you sighed rolling over to face him. peter couldn’t help but feel the tiniest amount of guilt for knowing why he found it cute.

you kept staring into your handsome boyfriends innocent eyes and your biggest dream crossed your mind. would it be shameful to ask? you would assume yes but it is your birthday after all…

“Happy birthday sweetheart.” Peter kissed you gently on the lips. a small innocent kiss which lasted around 3 seconds max.

“it is my birthday…”

“it is.”

“can i ask you something?” your cheeks were burning. you didn’t even want to imagine how foolish you must look in Peter’s eyes. face blushing furiously as your curious eyes scanned his face looking for any type of expression.

“go ahead love, you can ask me anything.” he smiled unsure of where you were going with this but still curious nonetheless.

“can we have sex—withyoudressedupasspiderman?” you rambled so quickly trying your best to not melt away. you’ve never felt your body so hot before you felt as if this was nearly the end.

“okay.” without a second thought peter responded. honestly ever since he’s heard that you liked spiderman it’s all he’s been thinking of. he felt like a pervert but i guess that can be applied to both you. okay wasn’t the answer you were expecting but you never felt such joy.

“REALLY? you’re not messing with me right?? because if you are-“ your defensive words quickly got cut off by a kiss. one that wasn’t as soft as the first one, this one was more harsh with a hint of desperation behind it.

“no. not messing with you at all. i’ll be right back.” your boyfriend hurried off leaving you confused. you sat on your bed all alone with a small pout on your face due to the lack of explanation that came from him.

—★

after nearly an hour you finally heard your doorbell ring. you jumped outta bed and went to go open the door. before fully opening it you looked through the peep hole as you usually did. there stood your slightly less handsome boyfriend. yes, less handsome because he left you alone for almost an entire hour on your birthday. you opened the door to give him a piece of your mind only to stay silent.

all your anger washed away as he stood at your door with a spider-man suit in his hands. you were not expecting that… you pulled him by his shirt inside and slammed the door shut not wanting to waste anymore time. you rushed into your bedroom holding his hand not slowing down your pace for anything.

“where’d you get that?!” you asked shocked by how realistic the suit looked. your boyfriend smiled sheepishly as he tried to come up with some sort of explanation but none were good enough and luckily fell on deaf ears. you were so excited his words didn’t register inside your head. it’s like everything was going in one ear and out the other.

Peter wasn’t an idiot (most of the time), he knew this was risky. the suit he brought was an old one that he had from awhile back. it wasn’t his most recent suit but you being the fangirl you are still recognized it as one of spider-man’s iconic suits. your personal favorite as well. you stared in awe at the material as you ran your hands over it admiring every stitch. it was how you perfectly envisioned it to look and feel. buttery smooth and vibrant.

Peters shaky hands took the suit from your grasp before you can get any ideas. you glanced up at him almost confused as to why he took it away. “I should put it on right?” he asks examining your face. he wasn’t sure what exactly you were thinking about at the moment but the silver lining of excitement crossing your eyes told him everything he needed to know.

“yes!” you nodded frantically. a bit too excited for your own liking. you were so excited you couldn’t even remind yourself to play it cool. this was everything you ever dreamed of. you couldn’t take your eyes off of him as you took in everything. from his hair, brown nervous eyes, his shaky breathing, toned body, built arms, and abs. your eyes crossing over every inch of skin he was exposing to you.

you felt your body shiver as he put on the mask. you could feel every single small hair on your arms rise up as your heart beat got louder. goosebumps. a rush of butterflies in your stomach. it felt so real. more real than you could even imagine. your heart itself could’ve froze if it wasn’t for how rapidly it was pounding in your chest.

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“are.. are you okay?” spiderman called to you as he laid you gently on your bed. it was his idea to role play a scenario of him rescuing you and you ‘returning the favor’ in your own way.

you almost forgot your own line as you got lost staring into the white eyes of the mask. your stare was so strong it was as if you were trying to look for his brown eyes under the mask.

“no. i think i need some more help.” you pleaded forcing yourself to sit up on your knees, snapping out of your previous thoughts. you raised your hand to lay on his neck pulling him down closer to you. you could hear his breath hitch under the mask.

“are you hurt?” he asks shyly. he never would’ve imagined finding himself in this situation fake or not. he was thankful for the mask that was hiding his blush due to the perfect view he had of your breasts. he could see the dark blue lace of your bra peeking out of your black tank top.

“yes. i feel a lot of pain… here.” you looked at him with innocent eyes as you used your free hand to guide his hand to your right breasts. he had to bite down a groan of his own.

“well-well that’s just not good is it?” he asked breathlessly grabbing your breast harshly as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. “m-mm” you shook your head in agreement.

you felt yourself growing shy by the second when he pushed down both your bra and top exposing your breast to the suddenly cold air. you weren’t sure if the air was actually cold or if it was because your body was so hot. even his suit felt cold against your body, highlighting every inch of heat your body had to offer. despite his fingers being fully covered he can feel the heat radiating from your body through the material. he’s never felt you this warm before it flattered him.

“don’t worry angel, i’ll make you feel better.” he mumbled in your ear. he only lifted his mask halfway up to expose his mouth. you opened your mouth to say something but your thoughts were shut down as he took your breast into his mouth. you couldn’t hold back your moan as he flicked his tongue around your nipple while he used his other hand to massage the other. this felt like too much teasing for your own liking at the moment.

you reached back to unclip your bra and slip off your shirt completely. he stared in awe, sure it wasn’t the first time he saw them but it was the first time Spiderman had the luxury of seeing them firsthand. you scrambled out of your soft cotton gray sweatpants exposing your lace red thong. Peter almost had the wind knocked out of him by the sight. he knew you liked Spiderman but the fact that you wore both his colors as well? it was like a wet dream come true for him.

“y’know it is my birthday… but i don’t mind treating you.” you playfully giggled as you planted yourself on your knees in front of him. Peter was thankful you were still somewhat away from him so you couldn’t hear him gulp. ‘i am not worthy’ he silently thought to himself before pulling his mask back down and pulling down the zipper of his suit. (we’re imagining okay. EVERYTHING STAYS ON IDC)

you’ve seen his member before but it felt so different this time. you kept having to remind yourself this wasn’t Spiderman but nothing ever felt so real before. it’s like your own boyfriend perfectly captured him in this suit. his build was always amazing and you admired it all the time but damn.. this suit works wonders for him doesn’t it? maybe he should be spiderman.

Peter couldn’t help but shrink a little, despite towering over you he felt like you were the one looking down on him. your eyes were so intimidating, it turned him on especially when he couldn’t read your emotions. “oh fuck—feels so good.” he groans when your warm mouth consumes him full. he’ll never get used to that, the way your mouth is perfectly shaped for his dick. you take him in with ease as you bob your head up and down. “your boyfriend’s real lucky. lucky to have this mouth all to himself.” he says somewhat jokingly. he knows how lucky he is to have you.

man he was so cute. you could almost feel your lips curve up into a smile at his praise. he might be dressed as spiderman but that was still your peter parker under there. your sweet loving peter parker. peter always had to fight back the urge not to buck his hips into your throat rapidly. he was well trained, keeping his hands to himself, arms behind his back, groaning sweetly as he throws his head up in bliss. “fuck, so good for spiderman huh?” he didn’t miss the way your moan caused a vibration around the base of his cock.

he swears he could’ve came right there and then when he looked down and saw your pretty mouth make a ‘pop’ sound with giving his head one last suck. the almost invisible string of saliva connecting your lips to the the tip of his pink head. you knew exactly what he was looking at, it’s what he always stares in awe at after you give his reward. you smiled sweetly at him, placing a soft kiss on his tip teasingly.

“you’ll kill me.” he groans. you didn’t even get a chance to stand up on your own as he pulled you up as if you weighed nothing. he planted you on the bed right where he wanted you with your legs spread wide for him, knees bent, feet on the edge of the bed as you laid on your back.

you propped yourself up on your elbows before trying to rise up your hips. “wait- what are you doing?” peter questioned pushing your hips back down with his hands. shit. he was strong. he didn’t even realize how much accidental strength he used when securing your hips back in place. you didn’t dare complain, you found it hot. “don’t you want them off?” you asked with genuine curiosity. was he really planning on not taking them off?

“no… red’s my favorite color.” liar. he lied, it’s not. hell he doesn’t even have a favorite color but after seeing you in red he’s convinced it is. he’s always liked the colors red and blue but now? he loves it. he has more reason to love those colors even more now. he let go of the pressure on your hips and rubbed the spots with his thumbs. it was almost as if he was saying sorry with the gesture, he sure does hope that doesn’t bruise in the morning.

his dick was still left wet and sloppy from the wetness of your mouth. it was coated in a mix of liquids that involved your saliva and his pre-cum. god he loved using your fluids as lube. he pulled your panties to the side, taking a moment to admire the view of you like this. some hair slightly in your face, your pleading eyes filled with anticipation, breasts perky and exposed. normally he’d kiss your entire body starting at your neck going down to the entrance of your cunt. that wasn’t really possible with the mask on so he settled for taking in the view for now.

he teasingly slapped his cock against your pussy making your hips jump at the sudden action. he took this as a sign to keep on hand on your hip in order to make sure you don’t move without permission. he loves to tease. man you thought it was bad when he was just peter parker, it was way worse as spiderman. he would slide himself up and down against your folds. teasingly pushing in the tip of his cock just to take it back out and rub it against your folds once against. you’d whimper at the lost of contact each time.

“peter-“ your voice was cut off by a harsh thrust that left your jaw dropped.

“name’s spiderman.” he reminded you as he filled you up to the brim, only staying there for a second before pulling all the way out and slamming himself back in without warning. he loved the way it brought tears to your eyes.

“oh- fuck!” you screamed as you arched your back involuntarily. he started out with a slow pace but harsh thrusts that made you throw your head back. you wanted to raise your hips but couldn’t as he held them down for you.

“mmmph- feels so good spiderman.” you moaned as he picked up the slack. he loved how your slick covered his cock completely. it left a white creamy ring around the base of his cock that he took the opportunity of admiring it every time he pulled out. he could feel your walls clench around him each time he pulled out as if your pussy was begging him not to leave you.

“so fucking wet for spiderman aren’t you?” he roughly spoke slamming your hips down to meet his cock half way. “yesyes mhm just for spidey.” you absently sobbed as you begin to feel loss in the bliss. your tear filled eyes desperately tried to cling onto the face of the mask. you wanted to remember this moment forever. the one of the friendly neighborhood spider-man pummeling into you as he praised you for being so good to him.

“pussy’s so good for me. taking me so well princess. almost as if you were made to take care of this cock for the rest of your life.” he mumbled under his mask but you still understood every word he said. peter only ever spoke this filthy to you in bed. it was hard to imagine this was the sweet boy you met at school who would stutter over his own words around you at times.

“mhmm. sososogood.” you couldn’t even form an opinion or respond in coherent sentences as you felt every inch of him burry itself into you. you felt your tummy twist on the inside as your climax started to catch up to you. Peter knew you were getting close as your walls suffocated him. closing down on him as your pussy clenched around him. your slick was covered all over him and it began to leak out of you.

he only wondered how you would react if he admitted that he was still holding back. holding back was so painful for him, he questioned if he should allow himself to finally let go. would it be selfish or would you enjoy it as much as him?

“need more please.” you cried, wrapping your legs around his waist. you needed help reaching your high. this sign couldn’t get anymore clear, he finally let go of the deathly grasp he had on your hips. he exchanged it with wrapping one arm underneath your waist holding you up with his pure strength. the other hand of his held your head up to meet his. you loved the mask but you missed his lips. you weakly went to lift up half the mask to expose his pink lips. the ones you familiarized yourself with well enough.

you wasted no time capturing his lips with your own as you held onto his suit with your hands. your kiss was interrupted with your scream as he pummeled himself up into you with no mercy. “oh fuck!fuck-ohmy-feels so gooddd.” you swear you lost all feeling in your body you were amazed at how he was able to keep you up with his strength alone. you threw your head back in pure ecstasy as his lips wrapped around your neck. you felt an incredible amount of sensation that was unmatched. it was like nothing you ever felt before.

you could feel his wet kisses all over you neck, the harsh grasp he had on your waist, one hand still holding tightly to the back of your hair, his hips clashing with your skin, every inch of him being pummeled straight into you, you could feel the tip of his cock slamming itself against your cervix at the end of every thrust. that sweet spot that made your head dizzy and your eyes blur. you never looked more beautiful to Peter as he took note of your facial expression. lips parted as you moaned, eyes closed, tear stained cheeks, and a blush that was spread from your cheeks to your nose.

you felt your body tremble as your orgasm hit. you also felt his cum shoot into your pussy as the amount of liquid in your body began to slip out. you felt the liquid trail down on your inner thighs. your whole body gave out on you as you collapsed against his body. you couldn’t even remember what happened next. the last thing you saw was black as your eyes finally closed one last time. the last thing you felt were the soft cushions of your bed as your body was gently placed down.

after cleaning you up Peter finally took off the mask and suit while you rested sound asleep. he hopes you didn’t put two and two together and he kept you distracted enough. he wanted to do nothing else but lay in bed with you and enjoy the comfort of your body heat a little longer. of course before he could get the chance his phone alerted him a message. it was that time again, to go off and be spiderman for the world once more. he sat next to your bed watching you sleep for a bit longer. you were cuddled up in your blankets and you seemed at peace. he wondered what you were dreaming about.

“happy birthday.” he kissed your forehead and left, feeling bad he couldn’t stay any longer.

—★

the next day at school your legs were as sore as a motherfucker hell. you settled with wearing some low rise sweats and a white t shirt that ended right below your belly button. you decided to sit next to your boyfriend for once at homeroom. the two of you were early so you planted a kiss on his lips before anyone else can get there.

“hey babe, i missed you last night.” you pouted, taking advantage of the empty classroom and sitting on his lap at his desk.

“i’m really sorry i had to go. i missed you too.” he was genuine with his apology. he always was, he hated having to leave you at night especially after intimate moments. he never wanted you to get the impression that he was just sticking around for sex.

you didn’t bother responding. you were still so sleepy from last night you just wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your head into his chest.

“you still tired?” he asks rubbing your back. “mhm” you whined not wanting to get up but knowing you should because anyone can walk in at any moment. you soon jumped out of his lap at the sound of the door creaking open. ugh, it was just flash. you rolled your eyes at the sight of the geek.

“wassup pretty lady. ew- what are you doing next to that thing?” he emphasizes his disgust by making gagging noises at peter.

“certainly not sitting next to you. that’s what.” you replied while putting your hands on your hips. your hips were within eye level of Peter which is when he noticed the light purple bruises sitting right above the hem of your sweatpants.

“whatever your loss babe lemme just tell you-“ flash continued his rambling as he sat down and didn’t bother to look at the two of you any longer.

the sight of your bruises made peter sit up straight as he grabbed your waist to pull you in closer. you felt your cheeks heat up when he pulled the band of your sweatpants down to look at the bruise. he couldn’t really give two shits about what flash was rambling about. his thumb rubbed the bruise as he continued to examine them on both sides. you felt yourself blush furiously at his lack of attention to anything else around the two of you.

“peter.” you scolded quietly, pushing his hands away from your hips. he looked at you with genuine confusion before looking around to notice people were starting to come in. you took back your seat next to him, the blush never leaving your face. you knew he felt bad but you loved the bruises.

“stop worrying, i think you should actually leave more.” you whispered in his ear, now it was his turn to blush.

[spiderwarden]

"Gizrel." She parrots, unable to help the flare on her tongue while she tests it out, ensuring that she would remember so she can curse him properly. Then once she is satisfied with herself, she turns and to meet her eye while accepting another parcel of the now softened meat. "Uk orn' peri'sol a'ussta rah - he will die by my hand, Karlach. That I promise." She puts it in her mouth and still feels her features nearly sour with the taste, her brow lowering with the press of her lips together and near crunch of her eyes shut. She exhales and pushes past the wretched taste before the Drow straightens with the swallow and then presents a smile to the Tiefling. A broad grin to try and coax some enthusiasm out of the other, regardless of the choices that were made before their arrival to the hells - she missed Karlach. In whatever context that would mean, between the easy going laugh she had and the way she managed to strongly carry all of her woes and still managed to smile. Still managed to keep her rage contained only for her enemies, while enjoying the touch of grass beneath her fingertips. Beautiful, absolutely exquisite.

Even if the feeling was not mutual in that regard, in the way that Minthara had felt it for Karlach. Minthara throws another piece of food into her mouth and she's still chewing when Karlach falls silent, looking away briefly to survey their surroundings before the Tiefling speaks and draws her attention back to her. The sentiment in itself was unexpected, though not uncharacteristic of Karlach, and so Minthara tilts her head .

First her brow pinches, lips pressing and this time not because of the fare shared between them, as if confused by said sentiment, as if it was ill placed in a manner that may have been insulting on her character. Then she relaxes before finally addressing the words the Tiefling spoke with the straighten of her posture, "You speak as if I am performing a great act of kindness for you, as if I would rather be anywhere else but by your side, Karlach." She plays with the last bit of meat before putting it in her mouth. "You may thank me, but you may as well be thanking me for the fact that our blades are sharp, or the fire is hot."

"I am here, with you" her tone softens, "-fighting by your side enacting the greatest of all vengeance in your name, and that is enough for me to be content." She holds her eye while her smile turns equally gentle before she then points at the jerky still in the Tiefilng's hand and speaks again. "Now go back to chewing, I am famished, and I cannot eat this..." A small search for the right word "-drivel, on my own, and quickly, these hellspawn are eager to die."

Tiefling teeth made short work of the jerky they'd swiped, though Karlach would not admit how old and stale it was in comparison to the ration packs she'd been sent when she had been Zariel's favourite. Though the paltry offerings hadn't been much in the way of deliciousness, the meat did not need sharp teeth to get through. It was no melt-in-the-mouth rothé steak, or anything else anyone could consider truly palatable back on the material plane. For someone who loved good food as much as the drow did, it would depressing enough to send her running for the hills. Or it would, had her oath not leant towards Karlach's freedom from the unreliability of the engine, and her possibly returning home. Gods, she wished that she could've stayed. Followed Shadowheart as she performed her clerical duties like a loyal guard dog, teeth bared for those with ill-intent and the eventual settle down they had talked about tangled together in the afterglow of lovemaking.

Chance would be a fine thing. Karlach felt that unfamiliar burn of heartache twist like a blade in the ribs. She should've known better, but one pretty smile was worth a million when it made her stomach do backflips. Karlach took a bite of the jerky, and chewed, hard enough that her teeth ground and her jaw ached. Minthara would read anything other than struggling through the hells, if she made that tighten of her jaw obvious.

"It'll be a treat, then," she said, her words muffled by the fact that she was still chewing. "Something to look forward to." She pulled out the second piece of meat and offered it to her. It seemed to be helping, though she dare not bring up why she was doing it. Or at all, really. Perhaps, in time, Minthara would get used to the food, but only that would truly tell. Time. They did not have enough of it, if blood were anything to go by. Already, Karlach herself was threatening to age further than her own parents had. That, was a sad thing indeed.

She was glad of the conversational shift to Zariel, and war-steadied eyes shifted to the clatter of battle behind them. Though it seemed distant, with how travel worked in Avernus it could be a mile away or a mere handful of minutes. No way of knowing, really.

"I think she reckoned I was here with my tail between my legs, ready to beg for forgiveness." The barbarian scoffed, and took her own bite of the food. "At least until we started taking out her nearest and dearest. One way to cut down her Achilles heel, would be to go for her generals. First port of call? Gizrel. While he looks big and intimating, he is incredibly slow. Weakest of them."

There was a pause, then. And it was not an uncomfortable one, as far as silences went.

"Hey, I gotta thank you. For coming with me. I don't think I would've survived this alone."

[laaailuh]

"He got a whole fan club."🕸️🕷️

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Pairing: e!42 morales x black!reader

Warnings: light swearing

Summary: You attended Miles's basketball game and caught sight of some girls cheering for him to an extensive amount.

a/n: had to repost this due to some problems with the text

 you coming to my game?

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Im already here

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I thought you had a lash appointment?

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I can always get them done another time

 ㅤplus I wanna see you play baby

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you get to watch me dunk on these broke ass niggas then💯💪🏿

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ok pal!

Miles💕 disliked your message

“Number 16 is so good, like he really going all out f’me” Armani said, biting the tip of her index finger.

You scrunched your face, “Bitch you’re so delusional, he don't even know you.”

“Then explain why he always lookin’ back at me when he makes a shot?”

“You know the scoreboard is above us right? he just looking at the points girl.”

She kissed her teeth, “Just cause you got a nigga, don't mean you can ruin my fantasy bruh.”

Miles then made a three-pointer which caused everybody in the stands, including you, to get on their feet and cheer loudly. The score was now 65-50 with Brooklyn Visions Academy leading the game at fifteen points.

“Ask Miles to put me on 16, help a sista out.”

“Why don't you just get his insta after the game?”

Armani widened her eyes at your response, “Are you crazy? I aint that bold to be going up to him like that.”

In the last couple of seconds of the third quarter, one of his teammate's shots bounced off the rim which resulted in Miles acting quickly and getting the rebound instead. Another loud and favorable reaction from the crowd erupted in the gym.

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“GO MILES!”

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“NUMBER 42 IS THE BEST PLAYA OUT THERE!”

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“42 HAS MY HEART!”

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“THATS MY MAN!”

You heard a couple of female voices yelling from behind you and decided to look back at the commotion. There was one girl holding up a sign that said “IN MILES WE TRUST” and others just screaming out his name.

You knew he was a well-known person in the school but didn't realize how much of the girls liked him.

“Damn, he got a whole fan club up in here.” Armani said as she laughed.

You turned back around to face the game, “The fuck, where these hoes even come from?”

“You gonna say something to them?”

“Nah.”

You weren't as fazed or threatened because you knew that Miles’s was yours. They weren't the ones that got to wear matching pj’s or watch poetic justice with him constantly. You got to share those moments with him, so what was there to be jealous of?

After their winning game of 103-92, Miles came up to you when everyone was leaving the stands.

“Te gusta el show que te hago mami?” (You like the show I put on for you mami?)

“It was ight.” You responded, obviously joking. 

He smirked and then tried to kiss you.

You pulled away “Nigga you’re dripping with sweat right now.”

“Shit, my bad.”

[fairlyang]

Miss me🕷️

w/c: 734

tags: 18+ smut. so horny for ur bf, voice kink, masturbating, light teasing, phone sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation

a/n: maybe a part 2 where its phone sex again but w mig initiating it.... maybe

imagine getting horny while on the phone with your bf miguel after not being able to see each other for a few weeks…

you couldn't help but get horny when just listening to his voice as he was talking about who knows what happened in the lab with whoever he was with. your brain couldn't even comprehend anything he was saying, just focus on how pretty his voice was.

you'd just let out little "uh huh"s and "right.." so he knew you were on the other end. meanwhile you bit your lip and let a hand fall between your thighs. 

you slid your hand under your shorts and immediately started to rub your clit as he rambled on. your eyes rolled back with the instant pleasure from your fingers, miguel still talking in your ear. "mhm then what happened?" you asked, already breathless. 

he continued on and you were in the clear so you kept going. 

his tone changed to frustration and it was just the motivation to move your fingers faster. you really couldn't help being hopelessly and utterly in love with everything about him, his voice especially. 

his voice was the only one that drove you madly insane and had the ability to have you how you were now, desperate and insatiable. his voice was not only good for giving you orgasms but amongst other things like helping you sleep. which was the whole point of this call, to help you sleep but your brain had other ideas.

you felt your wetness seep through the fabric of your panties and you slowly pulled them to the side, spreading your legs and just dipping a finger between your folds. immediately drenched. 

you only prayed he couldn't hear it but that was an impossible ask given how wet his voice makes you.

he stopped talking and it was just utter silence. 

you stopped for a second just to check if he hung up but noticing he didn't, you kept going slowly. somehow even that just felt loud so you went even slower. 

suddenly you hear him chuckle and you realize the jig was up.

"did you miss me that bad baby?" he murmured, making you whimper and just nod your head as if he were there.

"use your words my love." he purrs and you sink into your pillow.

you started rubbing your clit and let little moans leave your lips before you respond, "fuck yes I-I missed you so bad-" you whimpered again making him awe.

"my poor baby.. getting so needy just hearing me talk huh?" he coos softly earning himself more pretty moans from you.

"pobrecita.." he whispers and you felt your wetness drip down. (poor girl)

you closed your eyes and went faster not being capable of responding. meanwhile his breath was becoming heavy and you could hear wet noises from his end too. 

"también te extraño nena.. ni te lo imaginas." he moans out making you cry out. (i miss you too baby… you cant even imagine.)

you thrusted your hips up and went as fast as you could. you were already feeling close and you needed that release.

"doing so good for me nena.. don't fucking stop." he murmurs and the noises on his end become louder as well.

"need you so bad baby." you whimpered, making him groan.

"i know baby, i know. just a little while longer and you won't have to use your own fingers." he says and chuckles.

"need all of you. miss your mouth on me… your hands touching, groping me…" you murmur and grind your hips up desperately. 

"yeah baby? miss me kissing your neck while i squeeze your perfect fucking tits?" he murmurs then moans at the same time as you.

"y-yes- fuck-" you let out, subconsciously squeezing your legs together and feeling that coil in your stomach about to burst. 

"baby im gonna-" you start then stop, letting out a gasp as he moans into your ear, "good girl baby, cum for me.. just like that.." 

you cried out as your orgasm hit you hard and he groaned along with you, his own hitting him at the same time with his load landing on his stomach. your legs shook, your heart was racing, and you could barely hold the phone to your ear. he then started whispering sweet things in your ear and you finally ended up falling asleep.

part two

[mooooonnnzz]

don’t text and swing! // miles morales x reader

miles loves texting and he loves you, what could go wrong?

cute lil miles texting headcanons

sum short n simple

readers gender not rlly specified

ooc miles?? idfk how he would text so i tried my best 😭

requests r open!!

miles says mentirosa that jus means liar

⊱ ────── {⋅. ✯ .⋅} ────── ⊰

🕷️ You’re never guaranteed a full on conversation with Miles because most the time he leaves you on open. He doesn’t do it on purpose, really. He just so happens to be a very busy man so trying to talk to him when he isn’t saving New York is pretty difficult.

9:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: Hey did u still one of my jackets

9:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: *steal idk how i got still

9:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: Anyways I cant find it anywhere and ik u have something to with it

10:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: I know ur not ignoring me rn…

10:01 pm [ you ]: oh wow of course im the first person you blame

10:01 pm [ you ]: also i dont have it ☝️

10:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: Who else would take my jackets??

10:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: This also isn’t the first time my jackets OR hoodies have gone missing

10:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: And somehow they always end up in your room

10:03 pm [ miles <3 ]: Suspicious right…🤨

10:06 pm [ you ]: oh shit by some magical force

10:06 pm [ you ]: your jacket managed to teleport to my bed!!

10:07 pm [ you ]: and somehow…IT FLEW ON ME?? AND NOW IM WEARING IT?

10:07 pm [ you ]: this is actually crazy…

10:15 pm [ you ]: wait miles where did you go

10:25 pm [ you ]: are you mad?

10:30 pm [ you ]: no way ur mad

10:40 pm [ you ]: MILES

10:42 pm [ you ]: HELLO

10:43 pm [ you ]: MILESSSS

10:56 pm [ you ]: oh wait mb you’re probably busy saving somebody

10:56 pm [ you ]: got a lil crazy there

10:57 pm [ you ]: ignore all that

1:00 am [ miles <3 ]: I KNEW IT

1:00 am [ miles <3 ]: It’s okay i like you a little deranged 😩

1:03 am [ you ]: why are you texting me at one in the morning

1:04 am [ miles <3 ]: Why are you replying?

1:05 am [ you ]: have you been fighting since 10?

1:12 am [ miles <3 ]: I’ve been studying! 🤓

1:12 am [ you ]: LIAR i know what you are…

🕷️ You text him while he’s in the middle of fighting? You bet he’s going to respond. While giving himself a reasonable distance away from the villian, he holds out his pointer finger and says; “Hold on, let me respond to them real quick…” While they’re throwing punches at Miles, he’s dodging all of them while texting you back. Though, he’s text aren’t legible. At least he thinks they are! All Miles wants to do is talk to you, even if you don’t understand half the things he’s typing. Texting him while he’s swinging has the same effect. He has dropped his phone multiple times and he’s always caught it before it could land on the street, though when his webs come in contact with his screen it registers as someone typing so without even knowing he’s spamming you a whole bunch of jumbled letters.

3:45 pm [ you ]: hey miles can i come over for dinner

3:45 pm [ you ]: im craving ur moms food 😍

3:46 pm [ miles <3 ]: oys of cours

3:48 pm [ you ]: did u just have a stroke

3:53 pm [ miles <3 ]: noi busy

3:53 pm [ you ]: if you’re busy why r u texting me 😭

3:53 pm [ you ]: go back to fighting or wtv ur doing

3:56 pm [ miles <3 ]: i wMt to talk toyj

3:58 pm [ you ]: u can talk to me later miles

3:58 pm [ you ]: im not going away

4:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: hatr

5:46 pm [ miles <3 ]: HEYYY

5:46 pm [ you ]: HII are you not busy anymore

5:47 pm [ miles <3 ]: Yeah

5:48 pm [ miles <3 ]: How’s your day been?

5:49 pm [ you ]: it’s been ehhhhh

5:49 pm [ you ]: i’ve been missing you 😔

5:51 pm [ miles <3 ]: ooajbdko092828900

5:51 pm [ miles <3 ]: 08:$jjaoppapp

5:52 pm [ miles <3 ]: !!!!!

5:54 pm [ you ]: what

6:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: I DROPPED MY PHONE

6:01 pm [ miles <3 ]: ANYWAYS back to what you were saying

6:02 pm [ miles <3]: I’ve been missing you too

6:04 pm [ you ]: youre no better than those people who text and drive 😐

6:05 pm [ you ]: don’t text and swing miles

🕷️ He loves sending you videos of him showing off in his suit. He did a cool trick midair? He’s going to prop up his phone somewhere and start recording, once he perfects the move and edits out any unneeded footage and he sends them to you. He’s all giddy when he does, in his head he’s like, “Will that impress them?” “Do they think that’s cool?” “They’re going to love this!”

11:00 am [ miles <3 ]: (1 attachment video)

11:00 am [ miles <3 ]: What do you think??

11:00 am [ miles <3 ]: Pretty cool right

11:03 am [ you ]: (1 attachment photo)

11:04 am [ you ]: LOOK AT THE FACE YOU MADE WHWN YOU JUMPEDD AHHHHH 💀

11:04 am [ you ]: this is going to be my new lock screen

11:05 am [ miles <3 ]: 😐

11:06 am [ miles <3 ]: Are you going to ignore the cool spin i did?

11:07 am [ you ]: oh sorey

11:08 am [ you ]: THAT WAS A REALLY SICK SPIN

11:09 am [ miles <3 ]: Mentirosa 😒

🕷️ Miles also sends you photos. It ranges from him swinging in midair or him relaxing on top of a building with his lunch in hand. He loves to keep you updated on his life. You’re the only one in this universe that knows his secret, so he texts or shows you everything he comes across as SpiderMan.

3:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: (1 attachment photo)

3:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: Look how pretty the view is from up here

3:00 pm [ you ]: oooh that’s actually so pretty

3:01 pm [ you ]: who knew new york could actually look nice for once?

3:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: I’m going to take you here one day for lunch

6:54 pm [ miles <3 ]: (1 attachment photo)

6:54 pm [ miles <3 ]: You should put this as your lock screen

6:55 pm [ you ]: it’s just you doing the peace sign while swinging

6:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: You said that like it’s a bad thing

6:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: It’s a nice photo :(

6:58 pm [ you ]: look i set it as my lock screen

6:58 pm [ you ]: (1 screenshot)

6:59 pm [ you ]: everyones gonna see that i know spiderman

6:59 pm [ miles <3 ]: YES GOOD

🕷️ He texts you nonsense sometimes. You could be chilling, watching something to pass the time and he will text you something so utterly stupid you would have to take a moment to process it.

10:00 am [ miles <3]: (1 attachment photo)

10:00 am [ you ]: u just sent an empty plate of food?

10:00 am [ miles <3 ]: Yeah cuz I ate 😜

10:01 am [ miles <3 ]: Like literally

10:03 am [ you ]: enough.

fanks to everyone who sent in requests IM WIRITN G THEM RN ✍️

[ghostin-g]

i'm curious . Who are your bias in your ults?

Ohh boy

nwjns ;; ot5

txt ;; ot6 (ODI.)

enhypen ;; ot7 (are we seeing th epattern..)

aespa ;; ningselle but i love my ot4 🤞

zb1 ;; matthew, jiwoong n taerae!

[ghettogirly]

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐂:

⇨ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄!

-> synopsis: to which you’re his bestfriend’s lover, but that doesn’t stop him from getting what he wants.

[🕷️] warnings: mature themes, mentions of alcohol, mature language, sex, fingering, kissing, infidelity, Armando is a shit friend!

Authors note: First time writing smut in a long time. Bear with it. Let me know if you guys want a Part Two!

Minors DNI.

The mini tavern was bustling with energy as people chattered away, drinks and drinks flooding the tables. People felt free the more alcohol they took, letting the drug overpower their body as their conscious state slowly fades into a drunken mess. The shouts would the house, the rough echoing of the footsteps along the wooden floor were the main sounds of the room due to the groups high excitement.

However, one man was not in the same mood as the others. Focused on something else.

Armando’s deep, brown eyes were in a trance as you walked across the room, glistening in mesmerisation as you began to sit down next to your boyfriend. He could tell you wasn’t happy, the spark in your eyes being no more from the start of the relationship where he first was introduced to you. Your lack of interest in your boyfriend’s conversation with another man. Initially, you both didn’t really talk. He just nodded to you and then whisked your boyfriend away for a “private conversation”. You hoped for more of a reaction from your lovers best friend, disappointed by the plain, uninterested response from him.

You came to the conclusion that he didn’t like you. But, that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

He loathed your boyfriend, believing he didn’t deserve to be with someone like you. You were innocent, loving and was worth way more than someone who constantly disrespected you. On his mind 24 hours a day, obsessive thought clouded his mind. He couldn’t fathom how amazing you were as a person.

Unfortunately, you didn’t see it yourself.

Snapping back into the room, Armando notices you sitting there alone. Sick and tired of your boyfriend’s mistreatment, he decides to walk over to you and sit by your side.

“Where did he go?” Armando asks while taking a sip of his drink, preparing to be slightly amused by whatever excuse you’re going to use for his disappearance. However, something is different. You look at him with a lack of love in your eyes, your face clearly tired as you succumb to your emotions of disappointment. “I don’t even know.” Y/N exhales.

Silence fills the moment between you two for a minute before the male opens his mouth, “Why are you still with him?”

This clearly catches the girl off guard, shocked by the lack of loyalty from the leader who preaches devotion to his followers and workers. Nevertheless, Y/N responds to him. “I don’t know anymore.”

Armando scoffs, rolling his eyes at your answer. However, an expression of pity seems to cascade down his face. “I could be better than him mi cariña.”

Y/N looks up at him in shock, the man you thought who hated you just confessed his longing of wanting to replace your lover. The male stood up, casting a shadow over you as he blocked out the dim, warm light illuminating from the lantern which hung off the ceiling. He held out his hand,

“Come.”

[🕷️]

The red, velvet sheets comforted you as you slightly exhaled at the little touches of his lips that littered all over your body, they savoured every crevice of your smooth skin, holding you close, not wanting to let you go. Your back slightly arched at the feeling of his hand helping his lips explore your body, the cold touch contrasting with the warm sensation that was now growing in your body making the tiny hairs on your body stand up.

He watches your reaction, captivated by the way your body responds to him. He dips his head and takes your right nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before biting down on it softly causing you to gasp at the feeling. “You like that?”

“Mhm..”

He continues to tease and caress your breasts, alternating between rough and gentle touches to gauge which one you prefer. He moves his hand slowly down to the waistband of your pants, before slowly stopping and looking into your lustful eyes. “Am i allowed?” He asks, his smooth mexican accent filled with desire.

“Please do..” you whisper to him, biting your lip in eagerness as you want him to please you more. He wastes no time. His hands move lower and lower before slipping underneath your panties, slowly sliding them off you and throwing them onto the floor. Finding your clit, he starts rubbing it gently, increasing his pressure as he feels it pulsating at his touch. “Fuck..”

His hand moves faster and faster as he feels you getting wetter, his own desire growing stronger by the second. Leaning in, he kisses you fiercely his tongue invading your mouth as you moan into it, running your hands slowly through his hair.

He slips one finger in. Then two.

You gasp at the bold move, moaning slightly as he stretches you out. The warmth in you increases as you become closer and closer to the edge. He begins to move his fingers in and out, you justices coating his tan, slim fingers as they hit that special spot inside of you repeatedly that has you squirming underneath him.

“F-fuck, i’m so close.” “Oh my god!” Your endless babbling at the pleasure brings music to his ears, smiling down at you as you come close to your orgasm. “That’s it baby..”

The male then goes straight back down to your neck, sucking on your delicate skin to create purple and red marks while he continues to finger you. This causes you to see stars, that being the final straw which causes you to cum all over his fingers, your juices dripping down them as your toes curl. “Fucking hell..”

“This night isn’t over yet.”

Oh shit.

[rui-ayaki-lower5]

thanks for the kitty🥺💖💖

Spider Mod: your welcome larz ^_^ also you cam msg me back if ya want ya know

[moonhoures]

Focus

🕷️ kinktober — day 25: sex tape / filming 🕸️

pairing: san (ateez) + reader (afab/fem)

genre: non-idol!au, smut, fluff

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, protected sex, vaginal penetration, filming / sex tape, praise

word count: ~1.1k

synopsis: you’re a little nervous to film yourself having sex with your bf, but he helps you feel at ease. you realize that you might actually like this more than you think.

posted: october 28, 2023

00:00:00

Second by second, the filming time went up the longer your boyfriend’s phone recorded. From the bed, you watched him walk back from the desk he had propped the device on, facing it towards the bed across from it. Before he joined you, he lifted your chin up and placed a kiss upon your lips, forming a smile on them as he did so.

“Are you nervous?” he asked you as he crawled on top of you. Even if you didn’t respond, he would know the answer. Your eyes were fixated on the camera, a hint of apprehension in them. In an attempt to quell your nerves, he caressed your cheek with his fingertips.

“A little,” you admitted, “I’m just super aware of the fact that the camera is on us.”

“Well, that’s the point,” he teased you, “But it’s okay, once we get started, you’ll forget it’s even there.”

You gulped as he leaned down to kiss your cheek, then your jaw and neck. Your eyes flitted back to peer at the camera, the screen showing a perfect view of the bed. Your pensive stare bounced back to you as San’s face disappeared in your neck where he left steamy kisses. He’s right, you thought. I just won’t look at it, and then it won’t feel so weird. I’ll forget it’s even there.

You decided to let your body do what it does best and go with the flow. You followed San’s lead, letting him guide you through the process of sex like he so often did. He got you both down to your underwear, and just as you were resuming the position for missionary, he changed the plan.

“Let’s get you on your stomach, babe,” he patted your thigh, grabbing a pillow and folding it before placing it under your navel as you laid back down onto the sheets. Your face was now in clear view of the camera, but you quickly averted your eyes. You focused on the sheets in front of you and the feeling of whatever San was doing behind you.

You felt his hands first, skimming over your waist and hips before gripping and kneading the flesh of your ass. Then, you felt his lips pressing kisses along your spine. The familiar sensation of his lips lingered all over your body until they met the cotton fabric of your panties. His fingers hooked into them, coaxing you to lift your hips so that he could easily pull them down your legs and discard them.

“You have the best ass in the entire world, you know that?” to further prove his point, he landed a hearty smack on one of your cheeks. He let out a satisfied “ooh” at the sight of the recoil, and his grip tightened on your behind. You chuckled nervously, hiding your face in the fluffy blanket below you, “Ah, don’t be shy, baby.”

For a moment you felt nothing after that while he busied himself putting on a condom. But once he was ready, he parted your knees to make room for himself. He kneeled behind you, close enough for him to enter you when he was ready. He prepped himself with a sensible amount of lube and then he was asking if you were ready. You hesitated before you nodded.

“We can shut it off whenever you want. Don’t feel pressured,” he whispered in your ear, certain that the phone wouldn’t pick it up from this far back.

“I’m ready,” you repeated with more confidence. Your eyes darted to the phone set up, screen facing you with the tiny, red, blinking light flashing in the corner to remind you that it was, in fact, recording.

San didn’t waste a moment, leaning back to watch himself feed his thick cock into your wet cunt. He hissed through clenched teeth, and then he was slowly rocking his hips into yours. You groaned into the blanket underneath you as he bottomed inside you, his balls grazing your leaking folds. As his desire to make you both cum grew more urgent, his movements became quicker and deeper. The wet, pornographic sounds of your union filled the room to be undoubtedly immortalized in the video that was currently recording.

You looked up for only a moment, getting a not-so-clear glimpse of San pounding you into the mattress from behind. And you had to admit . . . it was hot—hotter than you could imagine. You looked just like the girls in all the Twitter videos you watched when San wasn’t home and you were horny and in need of some motivation. You looked sexy, and your boyfriend looked even sexier. His dark fringe fell onto his forehead and sweat started to form in his hairline from the exertion he was displaying. He ardently bucked his pelvis into you with his rough grip on your waist, dull fingernails digging into your skin.

“Doing so good, baby. Taking me so well,” he praised you, kissing your exposed shoulder. He added in a whisper, “You alright?”

“Uh huh,” you nodded, leaning up a little and arching your back a bit more. You knew he liked when you did that. He said it looked sexy and spurred him on in the moment, and boy was that right. He dug his knees deeper into the mattress below you, thrusting a little faster.

Your insides pulsed around his dick as it pumped in and out of you. Short breaths panted out of your open mouth. Your eyelids grew heavy. A dazed smile found a home on your lips. San could tell you were getting closer to climaxing from the death grip your hands had on the sheets. His arm scooped you up around your neck, gently lifting your upper body up as his bicep and forearm caged you against his chest.

“Gonna watch yourself fall apart?” he asked you, his own eyes already trained on the camera ahead before your eyes met them, “Because I am. I’m gonna come back to this video over and over again when I’m away from you. And I’ll always think about how good you feel right now.”

“San,” you whined, eyes closing for only a moment as you felt your insides shudder. But just as quickly as they closed, they were opening again. And the sight of your boyfriend’s lust-fueled gaze watching himself fuck you was enough to have you spasming in his grip as you came. The orgasm was so intense that you went limp in his embrace at some point during it; you didn’t even feel San cum after you.

“We’re definitely doing this again.”

You didn’t realize you had spoken out loud until your boyfriend chuckled, “Oh yeah.”

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[spiderwarden]

TWO WEEKS? FRIENDS I DONT KNOW IF I CAN WAIT TWO WEEKS!!!