#miles x femboy reader

[venuscrashed]

Can you do Spiderman Miles Morales x Femboy reader?

More casual then actually focusing on the femboy part but oh well

Warnings: implied homophobia, ooc, kinda mean reader

word count: 1k

Miles and (Y/n): the duo that everyone knew about. Friends since the beginning of highschool. Everyone knew that there was something more between them, yet every time it was mentioned it was shut down by one of the two. Whether it was playful teasing or mentions of past flirting, neither boys would ever admit to it. 

Yet everyone knew not to mess with either of them, especially in front of the other. It was simply known as their high school's curse. Where if one person flirted with one of the two boys, bad luck will follow them for the rest of the school year. Despite the obviousness of it being forced, no one can prove that it was the duo doing it.

It all started with a simple bet. Two basketball players betting on who can pull more dudes. The easiest target? The femboy, of course. Each player would flirt with him endlessly. Something as simple as holding his bag to cornering him at his locker. It was all going well until it happened in front of Miles.

It was an honest mistake, really, you were walking out of your classroom when one of the players came up to you. You were on your way to your locker where you would meet Miles and then hangout after school, like you two always did. Except this time, you were intersected.

The player stood in front of you with a cheeky smile. He looked down at you, “Can I hold your bag?” Before you could answer he had already grabbed it, walking in the direction of your destination. How did he know where you were going? You have no idea.

You quickly followed him, falling behind by a step or two. “Um-Thanks. That was really thoughtful of you.”

He smiled and laughed. Looking back at his friend who was staring in anger as he walked by. “It’s no big deal!” You two have already made it to your locker. You opened it and he put your bag inside of it. “It’s what any gentleman would do.”

You gave a polite smile, which quickly faded after he got slammed into the lockers next to you. The whole hallway went silent and you stared in horror. There stood Miles above the player, looking down at him with pure disdain. 

“Well he already has a gentleman to do that for him,” Miles spat. Kicking the player out of the way before he could run. “So you and your buddy can quit the act.”

The player scurried to his feet, looking between the both of you before running away. The hallway was filled with whispers and murmur before turning back to normal. 

Miles leaned against the lockers while he watched you put on some lip gloss. His eyes lingering on your lips that turned into a smile. He watched as you looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing,” you hummed. Giggling as you grabbed your stuff and pulled his hand. “Just relishing in the fact you're jealous. That's all.”

Miles scoffed, looking down at your guys hands before looking back up. “I know what you’re doing.”

“And what am I doing?” You stared at him, a certain gleam in your eye. He was about to respond before you took off down the street. “Wait! There's a cat cafe!”

Everyday after that something bad would happen to the players. Either they would trip or mess up in a game, and some students would report seeing Miles nearby but there wasn’t any correlation…

That was the beginning, just a simple joke. It wasn’t until it was your turn did it become the curse.

You were sitting on the bleachers inside the school gym. Watching as Miles and his friend played basketball at lunch. At the same time, you were chewing gum and fixing your makeup. 

Two girls were sitting a couple rows below you. Giggling and whispering as they watched the game. It wouldn’t have mattered if it wasn’t for one of them mentioning Miles. At that, you slammed down your compact mirror which drew the attention of those two girls.

They looked up at you with a puzzled look. You just give them a smile. Once they turned around you rolled your eyes and popped your gum as loud as you could. One of the girls finally got mad and stood up. She turned around and looked you up and down.

Raising an eyebrow she asked, “What is your problem?”

“Nothing” you sang. 

“Listen. We all know you and Miles are close and all but he wouldn’t go out with a skirt wearing freak like you.” She yelled, gaining the attention of all the students around you three. Her friend whispered to her to stop it.

With a quick glance up and down her outfit, you bursted out laughing. Making the girl even more angry and the students around you confused. You fakes whipped a tear away from your eye before leaning down. “Listen. I’m not the skirt wearing freak around here when you’re here. If I wanted your opinion then I would have asked for it. You could ask him out all you want, it won’t happen though.”

Mouth wide open she looked back at him. She finally had enough when she saw the smile on his face. She grabbed her stuff and dragged her friend out of there. Groaning about your attitude or something. 

The game quickly continued but Miles didn’t care. He made his way up towards you and sat next to you. He grabbed your gatorade and took a drink of it. “That was hot,” he said in between sips. 

You raised your eyebrow at this. “Really? That was actually really mean of me…”

“Maybe,” he looked at you. “But it's still really hot. Although, don’t suggest asking me out to other people, prettyboy.”

You both laugh at these memories from time to time. Watching how all four of them still struggle everyday. Gaining more bad luck then if they were to walk under a ladder. Truly, making it the school’s curse. 

[starboye]

Kinktober Day 28

starring: magneto x male reader

request: X-Men 97 magneto and younger 18 year old bottom femboy male reader loves that magneto is so much older than him and has a daddy kink so when they're alone he catches magneto and nothing but a pair purple underwear so he starts kissing magneto licking down his muscles, magneto loves you sucking on his nipples and licking his abs body kissing down licking on his muscles drop to his knees and starts sucking magnetos big cock and balls magneto moaning and calling reader a good boy grabbing his hair starts face fucking him then magneto picks reader up and starts fucking him right there till he feels him so full of cum and then throws reader over his desk and just keeps fucking him daddy kink breeding kink and cum eating kink maybe you had Magneto's power somehow for bondage maybe readers power to make someone feel pleasure or pain how you want to do it maybe

warnings: smut, cursing, praise kink, daddy kink, face fucking, deep throating, gagging on cock, rough sex, overstimulation, cum eating, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, mentions of wanting to get pregnant, muscle worship, ball sucking, milking cock, fucked unconscious, cock worship, degradation, belly inflation

directors note: i wasn't feeling this at first but then a bitch started to lock in so i kinda really like it

you loved the relationship you had with erik or more formally known as magneto (by enimies and friends) he was older, more mature, and goddamn was he smoking hot, those muscles had you in a grip that you never wanted to escape.

and imagine your surprise when you catch him in the mansions kitchen in nothing but some tight purple underwear getting a drink of whiskey, luckily everyone else was out on some mission and the whole place was empty "well hello handsome" you say with a smirk on your face "hello dear, ah i know that smirk from a mile away, what idea do you have bubbling in that pretty head of yours" he chuckles pulling you into his arm while still taking a sip of his drink.

"well we have the whole mansion to our self so what do you want to do" you say with some lust in your eyes, hand traveling down to grope at his bulge, drawing a sly chuckle out of him "well i think i know something we could do" he kisses you and pushes you down onto your knees, you kissing and licking at his muscles and nipples as you go.

all the way until you get on your knees, you kiss at his large straining bulge before pulling the small piece of fabric down, his fat cock springing out almost hitting you in the face "this thing should be considered a weapon" you joke, erik letting a little laugh slip from his mouth "well then we should maybe put it away, right" he jokes shoving it in your mouth.

it made you gag a little but it was to good to care, the way it stretched you mouth, bruised the back of your throat, and made your jaw ached just made it even better, erik keeping your head in between his hands and moving back and forth out of your warm mouth.

"good boy, you're so beautiful on your knees for me aren't you" he praises you taking him so well "yes daddy" you say muffled by the face fucking he's giving you and before long he's cumming down your throat, whole body getting shivers as he does so, when he pulls out of your mouth he's slightly dazed by your sucking skills.

you grab his cock making him jump a little and you kiss up and down the shaft, never breaking eye contact with him for even a second as you sucked in his balls, your tongue running all around them, his hands were gripping the counter hard enough to break it and his knuckles were going white, you let his cock sit on your face, it was the length of your whole head at this point.

"fuck baby you know just how to make me crazy" he admits turning to look away from you, it's like you were burning a hole into his skull with that gaze, although erik was one of the most powerful mutants you were his one of his only weaknesses, the way you were able to bring him down to a loving and almost subby man was surprising to everyone around you.

"well i think i deserve some love to right daddy" you pout which drives him even crazier to then pick you up and bend you over the kitchen island, pulling your pants down to reveal that beautiful ass he loves so much, he gives it a few kisses before shoving his cock inside, it felt like it was filling you up so well as he fucked you.

"who's hole is this y/n" he asks riddled with kisses across your back "yours daddy" you yell out feeling his cock rearrange your guts like he always does "fill this ass all you want daddy, i wanna have all your kids until you ruin my fucking body, please i wanna be your little cum slut" you whimper matching his thrusts with you backing your ass onto him.

"good boy, good fucking boy" he grunts slamming his hips into your ass until you came all over the wooden floor with some broken moans "i want your cum daddy, i wanna pump out as many babies as you want me too, i just wanna be yours erik" you plea and beg through sobs, erik admiring how much you wanna be his bottom bitch and thinking 'to hell with it why not, if you want to have his kids he'll try his hardest to give you some'.

with a couple more thrusts he cums in you, filling you to the brim with his warm milk "mm more" you beg rutting your ass back on him, fucking hell are you trying to kill the man, he's young in his mind but damn in real life he's old and as much as he wanted to take a break after cumming two times in a row he pushed through and picked you up, taking you to your shared room and fucking you into the night, load after load going right into your hole.

after about three more loads he couldn't he couldn't do anymore thrusting and offered you just ride him instead, and how could you deny that so you rode him until he was shooting all blanks and every bit of his cum was swimming in your tummy and he was knocked out from the hours of milking his cock.

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[starryvoice]

I don't know if I should start posting about my favorite fictional people (Yes Both Male and Female) throughout the years, but I think I will now so you guys know what I really like about them

Miles 'Tails' Prower

Shadow The Hedgehog

Amy Rose (She was my kin for so long as a kid for sure I became her when I had my first crush)

Elsa (Who didn't kin for Elsa as a kid?)

Jack Frost (I was that kid that likes his looks before man)

Sans (As Much I was a big shipper of Frisk x Sans, of course I did read a few x reader about him)

Purple Guy Vincent (Not Purple Guy William XD) (Again if I was that Sans fan, I was that Vincent fan)

Golden Freddy (Weird Right?! I really love his fanfiction version so much XD)

Clear (DMMD) (This was the start of a trend of Innocent, but it is a two sides of the coin boys that I love)

Ren (DMMD) (Same Reasons as Clear)

Aoba (Oh boi I kin this man so hard as a kid man)

Rias Gremory (Bruh not as Kin, but really as a crush)

Asia Argento (Kin and Crush)

Koneko Toujou (Crush)

Gasper (The First Time I started to really like femboys)

Ciel Phantomhive (Yes Ciel, not Sebastian since I used to ship them so hard, but never got interested at Sebastian at all)

Hiroyuki Akiyama (NTY) (What can I say I love his moans voice so much)

Ryu Kurosawa (NTY) (Same reason as Hiroyuki)

Konoe (Lamento) (Heavy kinnie for this man)

Asato (Lamento) (Same reasons as Clear and Ren)

Towa (Slow Damage) (Bruh as a young adult, I kin this man hard when I played the game)

Fujieda (Slow Damage) (Well he does have the two side of the coin thing that I liked XD)

Butters (South Park) (I love the fandom version of him XD)

Kenny (South Park) (Same reason as Butters)

Tweek (South Park) (Same reason as Butters)

Craig (South Park) (Same reason as Butters)

Connor (DBH) (Bruh who would love this man)

America and England (Hetalia) (Okay I was that weird fan and shipper of both, but I love the fanfictions for the ship so hard that love them both as characters)

Deku (Come on who didn't see this coming? Two sides of the coin thing)

Miles Edgeworth (If I was a big fan of England for sure I would love this man as well)

Iruma-kun (Welcome to Demon School Iruma) (I think if I like Deku why not Iruma right?)

Goh (Heavy Kin and shipper of him and Ash)

Frick I don't want to say some of my Genshin Favs, but I really love Diluc and Tighnari so much when I was in fandom before (I was mainly a Diluc main until the end of my Genshin Days)

Catarina Claes/Bakarina (HameFura) (Bruh heavy kin and I really love her character so much man)

Cove Holden (At this point you seen this list and known that I have a type by now, Two sides of the coin thing)

Finn and Charlie (YuuriVoice) (Two Side of the Coins + they are so cute man + my newest bb bois)

[dabisbratz]

𝒟𝒪𝐿𝐿 𝒫𝒜𝑅𝒯𝒮 — satoru gojo x male reader !

femboy!reader , bottom/reader , established relationship , fingering , cismale terminology / anatomy , praise , spit / saliva , toru fantasizin 4 1k words straight , dirty - talk , slut calling , not proof - read

w.c; ~1.2k

. . . sonny says: has been a while ૮ ྀི◞͈ ˔ ◟͈ ྀིა s’is nothin special, n mkinda embarrassed t’make it my comeback post but . . . wanted t’actually post somethin. miss writin s’bad !! so hopefully some smaller drabbles/ficlets can tide y’over in this tryin time ໒꒰ྀི •̩̩̩̩＿•̩̩̩̩ ꒱ྀིა n e way, s’is from a veryvery old request, just tweaked a lil bit !! to da anon who wanted toru n his femboy boyfie. . msorry for da wait !! here it is :p

Satoru considers himself a simple man. He has simple plans, simple aspirations . . . simple goals. achievable, even, considering who he is. Though there’s nothing simple about the curl of his white eyelashes, nor the shade of his almost translucent eyes, that’s simply how he’d describe himself.

And although the rest of the world considers him anything but— an anomaly, of sorts— he still partakes in substantially simple pleasures. Ice cream, candies, chocolates, cakes. . . A night on the town, sightseeing, a good round of much needed sleep.

You.

But that’s where the lines begin to blur, because you are far from simple. Complex, layered— the man took his time to flesh out the real you. Just when he thought he’d had you figured out, there was something new he learned about you. Blamed it on his own biases, a close minded way of thinking, when he took a glance at you and assumed. But that was before, back when he was naive and stupid, when others mistook his youthful piloting for recklessness. He supposed he’d done the same, up until he met you.

Simplicity doesn’t suit you. Not your features, which curve and twist and turn, soft edges and sharp corners, pretty eyes and even prettier lips. Facial harmony that puts Satoru at ease— no, it’s you in your entirety. He felt it when he met you, he feels it now. He's sure he’ll feel it when he’s six feet underground, and all that’s left of him is an empty echo of simple assumptions and stories, a distant memory of you.

It doesn’t suit you at all. He decides you’re much too pretty. There’s an otherworldly quality in your essence that draws him in from miles away. It’s in your cadence when you speak, the sway of your shoulders when you walk, the way air flows behind you when you walk by. His pretty, pretty boy. Nothing simple about it, except maybe the way his body reacts.

Oh, well.

It’s like whiplash, when he sees you. Just when he thought he had you all figured out, here you are. He's never seen you like this before. He's seen you in all sorts of ways, sure— a cocky smirk on your lips, or perhaps a frown instead. Tears in your eyes from pain, on some occasions, pleasure. Your eyebrows pinched with confusion, or even furrowed with rage. But this… this. Is different. You, his boyfriend, in a skirt. It’s different. And he wants to touch.

𝜗𝜚

He’d start at your thighs, of course. How could he not? Patience is a virtue, one Satoru does not hold himself up to. His big, strong hands run along the expanse of your legs, groping and squeezing and holding just right. Tight enough to watch the skin bulge and spill between his fingers, for his fingertips to dig into the flesh until he knows they’ll inevitably bruise later, creeping his hands up, up, up. . .

“All this for lil’ ol’ me?” He’d say, charming as ever as he glances up at you, already knowing the answer. But he’d disregard it anyway, until his fingertips trail along the neatly sewn hem of the skirt, your skirt.

“What is this, silk? Cotton?” He’d feel blood pump through his fingers, just like he knows it’d rush through your inner thighs, spreading goosebumps along your skin as he absentmindedly rubs. Traveling further in, until your pretty cock plumps up beneath his palms, grazing his knuckles until he can feel each twitch and throb of the leaking tip. You’ve always been so eager, so sweet on him in that sense, all twitches and aches.

Thighs trembling under the weight of his palms, he’d see it all. When your cock jumps as he fans his warm breath over the fabric. when a wet, sticky patch of precum soaks through it. He’d frown when he sees shorts, built into the skirt, but it’d twitch when he remembers what’s beneath. Tugging the material down your hips, his hands pausing to squeeze and caress the soft skin of your ass, kneading until he can’t take it anymore— ripping the fabric open with his bare hands—pulling the plumpness of your ass apart until he can feel your pretty little hole winking back at him— so hungry, so desperate to be used. He’d watch.

You’d take it so well, you always do. That’s one thing he knows as a fact, because when you’re around Satoru, it seems as though none of your thoughts are coherent, and all you want to do is take it. He'd rub slow, smooth circles into the globes of your ass, looking down at the emptiness of your winking hole, shiny and inviting and clenching around nothing but air.

“So pretty,” He’d murmur, hushed and close to the warmth of your skin as he pressed his face against the backs of your thighs. His long fingers slipping dangerously close to your entrance, sliding along the puckered rim and dipping the pads of his fingertips along the opening of your pretty little hole. His fingers would feel so big, so long, when he circles them along the ring of muscle, barely breaching the tiny gape he plans to make. Slick with his spit— when did he do that?— saliva sticky and wet between each mound, glistening, he’d work a finger inside, groaning, “Only ‘Toru’s fingers can keep my greedy little hole happy, isn’t that right?”

You’d feel his teeth graze your skin, a wide smile on his face as he feels you process his words. Calling your holes his— like they belong to him and him only. It’s true, and he knows you’d nod— you’ve always been a good boy about that, even if it’s not the type of verbal confirmation he’s looking for. Still, his smile would drop as fast as it arrived, his finger pushing to the first knuckle and curling just right, punching the air from your lungs and pushing stars into your eyes as you gasp.

“Isn’t that right?” He’d repeat himself, much more firm, just to watch you struggle and squirm to find the words, to say something other than a stream of incoherent, slutty babbles for cock.

“Mhmm..!” You’d whine, lips parted as you reached back to spread yourself wide, enveloping his free hand with the warmth of your palm. You wouldn’t miss the appreciative hum you earn in response, deep and husky as his fingers slip right in, past the burning stretch of your fluttering rim, past the slippery surface of your hole as it sucked his fingers deeper and deeper into your gummy walls. “Yours, ‘Toru.. give it t’me..”

“Pretty hole on you too,” Silky and smooth, warm and wet like he’d imagined it in the late hours he’d spent fucking his fist. “You even knows what you’re beggin’ for?” He’d watch his spit gush and trickle out between his fingers with each twist and movement of the digits. “You’re gonna take it for me like a good boy, right? Keep these hips still while I fuck my pretty boy full of my fingers? Make you all whiny and needy?”

The squelch your hole, the way your body tightened as you whimpered like a slut for it. Pretty face ruined with delirious tears, pretty hole sopping and sloppy— fucked out and used from his fingers alone. Pretty skirt left in ruins, streaked in patches of your precum and drool.

Fuck.

𝜗𝜚

“You look good,” Is all he says instead, irises boring into the pleated fabric that wrinkles and rustles with every movement you make. Satoru’s cock twitches in his sweats, a deep imprint of the head straining against his thigh. His voice comes out as some sort of soft, dreamy sound, low in his throat but high in the air as you look at him, almost uncertain. “Twirl for me?”

[venuscrashed]

42 miles x femboy reader pls 🙏

this is low key kinda of bad also based of that one clip of Anthony Padilla and his girlfriend

word count: 563

warnings: ooc, soft 42!Miles

Another notification popped up on Miles' phone as he sat down on the rooftop. He had been texting you during his job as the prowler. He noticed that he never fully paid attention to his jobs anymore ever since you two had met. Of course, it’s not like he needs to since they all get done perfectly, but he can’t help but think of you. It’s quite impressive that he mastered texting and fighting at the same time, even his uncle is impressed.

Miles tapped on the notification to read your text.

OMW

Just got done shopping✧♡(◕‿◕✿)

Miles let out a chuckle with a smile on his face. He had told you to go get something nice with the money that he got. He would have gone with you but Aaron had called which forced him to miss it. He was hesitant at first to give you money, especially since you two only just started dating. Then he soon found out that you weren’t dating him for that reason, which made his stomach get butterflies, although he’ll never admit it. 

Alright hurry up pretty boy

The door behind him opened up and steps could be heard walking towards him. He relaxed into the back hug that he knew you would only give him. He grabbed onto your hand that was wrapped around him and gave it a light kiss. 

“Was that fast enough for you,” you asked while giving his cheek a quick kiss. 

“You know it isn’t,” he joked. He turned to you and saw the bags that you were holding. “What you buy?”

His heart started to flutter once the smile on your face appeared. He couldn’t help but get flustered whenever you got happy or even looked at him. You reached into one of the bags and pulled out a lip gloss tube. Or he thinks it’s lip gloss.

“Do you know what this is?”

“Some lip product.” You lightly slapped him on the arm. He laughed while you put a layer of the lip product on. He watched and admired the way your lips looked, staring at them with the desire to kiss it.

“It’s liquid lipstick.” You gave him a smile.

“Liquid? What's wrong with the other kind.” The dumbfounded expression would have made anyone laugh and laugh you did. He just gave you a clueless look as to why there are so many different types of lipsticks.

You laughed, “Nothing. The good thing about liquid lipstick is that it dries.”

He raised an eyebrow at the statement, unsure of what to make of it. “Of course it dries. It’s liquid.”

“It dries which means it kiss proof,” your hand was on the back of his head which pushed his face towards yours. You kissed him, which left him frozen. He felt you smile into the kiss and once you pulled back you could see the way his pupils had dilated. 

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

He sat there for a couple of seconds, trying to process what was happening. You were laughing but that was quickly stopped once he pulled you back in. He kissed you, making sure to taste the strawberry flavor of the lipstick. The kiss lasted until either of you could breath and even then he didn’t want to stop.

“Miles. Miles! You’re going to kill me,” you laughed

“Then I gladly die a happy man.”

[venuscrashed]

Lip gloss - 42!Miles x Femboy reader

Fem aligned DNI

Quite literally the worst hung I’ve ever written but I wanted to get something out for you guys.

“Miles!” You stormed into his room, making him jump before looking at you. You we tree smiling down at him before sitting next to him in his bed.

“Yes? Do you need something? Why are you smiling at me like that?”

You lightly laughed before fully turning to face him. Your elbow rested on your knee while your face was in your palm. “Guess what,” you said in a singsong voice.

Miles rolled his eyes before he looked at you with a smile on his face, “You learned to walk in heels higher than four inches.”

You faked gasp before hitting him with a pillow. He fell back while laughing and grabbed the pillow from you. “Im kidding. What’s up pretty boy.”

He watched as you blushed and avoided eye contact. Quickly you regained your confidence, “I got a new lip gloss. You want a taste?”

Miles stared at you before smirking. He knew you would get like this when getting something new. He always enjoyed it when you put on a fashion show or would show a different hairstyle. Never once had you worn makeup though, only flavored chapstick.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him, putting your lips together. You two started to make out and once you closed your eyes be pulled away.

You opened your eyes and say that he licked his lips while pretending to think, “Strawberry?”

“Miles-omg,” you both laughed while he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer to him.

“Want me to buy you some more. I have a couple in mind that I think you would like.”

You looked up at him in fake astonishment, “What made you look at lipglosses. Are you trying to buy stuff for your side pieces?”

He chuckled to himself before looking at you. He smirked and kissed your head only to lay back down while ignoring you. You gasped and grabbed the pillow from beneath him. He fell back and groaned.

“Go use your side pieces pillows.”

“Pretty boy I got no side pieces. I only think about you.”

He saw you scrunch up your nose in fake disgust, “So corny.”

He got up and saw you on his phone before he looked at it. You were on his bank account app looking at his money. “Hey Miles. With all this money let’s go buy me a new wardrobe.”