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Mz. Bitch's Masterlist
Started: 2/24/24 Last updated: 11/18/24
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MARVEL
Bucky Barnes *One shots Sex Pollen My Alpha Got Nothing On You Part 2 Movie Night Please Come Back Vibranium & Stainless Steel Shy Dream Girl A little help from my friend Angry baby? Throw It in the Dishwasher Part 2 The Boss Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 I.T. Time to Heal A Very Cutesy, Very Demure Halloween Regrets & Apologies Quite a Workout Part 2 Overheard Oh Sister Let's Go Down Little Sea Storm *Series Breaking the Class Ceiling **Finished Bucky Barnes is a middle class clerk. He needs to marry well to take care of himself and his father. Y/N Y/L/N is the heir to a millionaire fortune, who is blunt, no-nonsense, flirtatious, and looking for a partner. Everyone is vying for her hand. Can Bucky ever win? Pretty Pointy Smile **Finished Bucky was born different, and has been judged for it ever since. His father has had enough and sells him to the circus. The acceptance and love of his newfound family, and the beautifully fierce ringmaster, help him realize he’s not the monster everyone else made him out to be. Sugar Mama **Finished Bucky is overworked and struggling to get by. The bills are piling up and he’s consistently in the red with no end in sight. Y/N is a billionaire’s daughter, entrepreneur and philanthropist having a hard time finding true friends or love. She has a proposition for him. Marriage of Convenience **Finished Y/N’s father is gone, and he leaves it all to her. But in 1880s Oregon, she can’t own land without a husband. Under the threat of it all being taken away by a land hungry Sheriff, what’s a girl to do with no prospects? Maybe one of the cowboys on the farm can help… The Temptation **Finished Father Barnes is devout, steadfast, and undeterred by flirtatious congregants. So why does this fallen angel tempt him so? You cannot serve two masters. Will he choose God, or his heart? Norsemen & Anglo-Saxons **Finished Princess Y/N has a secret that her parents are ashamed of. A conquering Viking chief recognizes the gift she has. Will they be able to bring peace between warring people, and maybe find love along the way? Stranded **Finished Tossed overboard and lost at sea, Bucky washes up on an uninhabited island. Injured, lost and scared, with little to no wilderness training, he fights to survive. But is he really alone? The Fuck Up **Finished Bucky fucked up. A few times. Will his best friend ever be able to forgive him?
Naughty Nanny **Finished Bucky had a lovechild from a one night stand. He barely even remembered it, and was surprised to find a baby on his doorstep 9 months later. But one look at that little girl and he knew she was his and that he’d die for her. The only problem was, he knew nothing about babies, and being an Avenger meant he couldn’t just drop everything and be a dad full time. Then he found the perfect nanny…or so he thought. Run, pretty girl, run **Finished Even with the safeguards put in place after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., the remaining Avengers find themselves on the run after the American government falls into disarray. The code word is sent, and they’re officially fugitives. Bucky makes a run for the safe house set up for emergencies like this where the Avengers are told to meet up, but on the way saves the pregnant agent turned payroll specialist that he was partnered with. Will they make it before she goes into labor? Or at all?
Pretty P.A. **Finished Y/N has been the personal assistant to the most influential and famous fashion model agency director in the industry for the past 13 years. They’ve decided to retire, and are leaving the agency in the hands of their protege and former model, Bucky Barnes. He seems plenty qualified, and Y/N is excited for a chance to work with him. Change always takes time, but the new insanely hot boss is distrustful and hesitant towards her. The Gorgon **Finished The village nearest the mountain by the sea has a generations-old tradition of offering sacrifices to the monster in the mountain to gain favor and keep its wrath away from the people. Every person starting from the age of 15 has to take a turn in making the journey up the mountain to the mouth of the cave once a year to drop off the gifts…and it’s a journey that some never come back from. Y/N took her turn when she was 15, and now the rotation has come back to her again. If the gift isn’t given by the autumn solstice, there’s no telling what harm the creature will wreak onto the people. With a seemingly insurmountable obstacle in her way, will she make it to save her and her people? Can a monster have a heart? Dreamboat **Finished Y/N, her brother Steve, and his best friend Bucky all moved out West for a new start after Y/N was almost caught up and hurt in a rival gang fight. Steve wasn’t in shape to fight in the war, but Bucky was drafted. While out West, Y/N finds herself in trouble again from the local bar owner. Steve is suddenly drafted for an experimental division of the army, but leaving Y/N alone isn’t an option. Bucky comes home needing help, and Steve comes up with a crazy compromise. Sweet Pumpkin **Finished Bucky is struggling with the dating world and knows that if he ever hopes to have a serious relationship, that he needs to get through his touch deprivation issues. It’s not that he doesn’t want to touch people, or them to touch him, but after decades of pain he doesn’t know how to accept physical intimacy from others, or how to give it himself. He hires Y/N, an intimacy coach and professional cuddler, who comes highly recommended. Will his heart be able to distinguish between a service given versus real love?
Yes Mama **Finished Bucky Barnes has made quite the name for himself in the underground mob boss world. But he’s not the boss. Just the face of the Family.
A Pirate's Life for Me **Finished Captain Bucky Barnes and his crew on the Armored Star are the most fearsome pirates in the known world. They’ve given the British fleet a run for their money as they try to free the enslaved and take from the rich, but they could have never guessed how the British empire would retaliate against them. When a new pirate ship appears and lays waste to all in its path, will Bucky and his crew be ready for the wrath of a woman scorned?
The Witch and The Doctor **Finished Bucky thought he could make a difference, getting a medical license and trying to change people’s minds. But the 1600s New World is a harsh place with cruel people. After being accused of witchcraft he makes a run for it, facing the dangers of the woods and the rumored witch that lives within them.
Peter Parker *One shots Emotional *Short Series Tasty **Finished Peter just wanted to have one night of fun. Then that night of fun almost killed him. Now it won’t stop haunting him. And he’s loving it.
*Series The Young Duke **Finished Queen Y/N is running out of time. At 35 years old she has to marry and make an heir to the throne, but all suitors so far have been unsatisfactory in one way or another. Duke Peter Parker is the young Duke of Queensland, and his family is on the brink of ruin due to his parents’ failures and famines throughout the years. He needs to find an advantageous marriage to save his family’s estate, so when an invitation from the Crown comes, he jumps at the opportunity. Will it be a match?
Steve Rogers *Oneshot Sex Pollen
*Series My Queen **Finished Steve Rogers is the newly inherited Duke of Brooklyn, struggling to fix the mistakes of his parents while enduring an overbearing, matchmaking mother. He has no intention of anything romantic in his future, but will a forced love connection with the Queen change his mind?
Fortuna Major **WIP Steve Rogers came home from World War II shell shocked and overwhelmed by the place he once called home. After losing his mother he and his injured best friend Bucky decide to find a quieter, slower way of life to heal from the war. They head out west until they hit Fortuna, California, and get jobs in the lumber industry. Steve comes across a local lodging for miners and lumber workers, and falls head over heels for the female owner who takes no man’s shit.
Stucky *Oneshot Three's Company
*Series Emerald Hallow **Finished Steve Rogers wants to move on. He wants to forget Peggy, and dive into the 21st century. But this man of the past doesn’t know how to navigate being an Alpha in a modern world of skittish Omegas. He prides himself on his self control, never wanting to harm or scare them, until something just smells too damn good. And he's not the only one who smells it...
Actors
Sebastian Stan *Series A Patient Man **Finished Sebastian swore to never fall for another co-star again. Until Y/N drops into his life.
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IF YOU KNOW ME YOU DONT [DIVERT YOUR EYES]
I love sex pollen fics. it is the most unhinged, delicious, intimate (somehow) smut to have ever graced any fandoms.
to their authors: i love you so much <3
#if you know me please ignore this#sex pollen#across the spiderverse#miguel o'hara#miguel x reader#jason todd#jason todd x reader#sirius black#sirius black x reader#peter parker#peter parker x reader
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aged up to 18+ for smut obviously okay virgin!peter parker is great, sex pollened peter parker is great, innocent peter parker is great. how great would all three be at once. so great. he's been in agony since he fell into that weird plant during the mission, now his body feels like it's on fire and everything hurts, especially his lower stomach. he doesn't realize it's because he's so painfully hard until you walk into the room and he can smell you. you're usual sweet scent is now full of pheromones that hit him way harder than they should. every breath of your scent in his lungs feels so good, but every time he leaves the burning returns full force. you run over to him, trying to help him take off his suit as he babbles incohearantly about what happened. you touch his face reassuringly, telling him you're gonna fix everything. you're gonna make it feel better, just follow your lead. he's already a little dizzy from the close proximity and how good you smell and the electric soothing feeling of your hand on his face that he agrees without a second thought. you pull his suit down, all the way down, but before he can ask what you're doing, you pull him in for a deep open kiss. he moans shamelessly into your mouth as you climb on top of him, and again when he feels you against him, how warm and wet and soft you are. he has a million questions and things he wants to say but before he can you're cooing at him so sweetly. "I'm gonna make it feel all better. you want me to make it better?" he nods vehemently, lost for words. you sush him and coo at him with gentle reassurance. you take his cock in your hand, weeping precum and pulsing and so desperate for release, and he moans shamelessly at the contact. his eyes roll back as you begin to touch him, only pumping him once or twice before you lean in close to whisper in his ear, voice low and soft. "are you ready?" he nods again, eyes half lidded and overwhelmed with lust. he's not sure what he should be ready for, he just really hopes you don't stop touching him like this. "I need to hear you say it-" "yes." he hisses out, nodding more. "I-I'm ready. please, just-" another long, shameless moan tears from his throat as you line yourself up with his entrance. his tip kisses your gummy walls, softer and warmer and wetter than he could have imagined, and you sink all the way down onto him with no hesitation. he babbles strings incoherantly through strings of moans as you ride him, burying his face in your neck. his cheeks are burning up and he's too flustered to even look at you right now, but god, you feel so good and you smell so good, he hopes you never stop. you praise him for taking you so well as he wraps his arms around you tight, sqirming under your gaze and your touch, unable to stop moaning so loud he's sure everyone else in the world can hear it. you get him to cum twice before he finally flips you over and starts rutting into you like a desperate little puppy. he was exposed to a lot of that pollen, and you know it's going to be a long night. luckily for him, you're here to help him get all of it out of his system.
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whoever came up with the sex pollen concept needs their ass ate right now
#˃ᴗ˂ rey’s rambles.#this is towards the author of than one peter parker sex pollen fic#you single handedly saved my entire existence
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I really should work on this blog but school keeps stopping me from it
#fanfic#fanfiction#kpop#smut#ambw imagines#blog post#ateez smut#books#sex pollen#peter parker fanfiction
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Hi Loves! This will be my first time EVER participating in Kinktober and honestly i'm so excited to do this🤭 Below I will be posting my lineup.
❥・All of these stories will be "Character x Reader" and I promise there won't be any use of Y/N.
❥・Female Reader or Gender Neutral Reader will be featured.
❥・ If you'd like, you can comment your choices below and I will tag you OR use this link: CLICK HERE
Logan Howlett x Reader: Knife Play (ft. Claws)
Scott Summers x Reader: Sensory Deprivation
Old Man!Logan x Fem!Reader: Pregnancy kink
Young!Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader: Face sitting
Remy Lebeau x Virgin! Reader: Praise kink
Young!Erik Lensherr x Fem!Reader: Threesome (Ft. Charles)
Hank McCoy x Fem!Reader: Cunnilingus
Wade Wilson x Reader: Dom/Sub, Lingerie
Piotr Rasputin (Colossus) x Reader: Thigh Riding
Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader: Breeding
Tony Stark x Fem!Reader: Infidelity
Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader: Breast worship, titty fucking
Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader: Period Sex
Loki x Fem! Reader: Seduction, Body Worship, Collaring
Victor Von Doom (RDJs vers.) x Reader: Corruption
Peter Parker x Reader (Andrew Garfield's vers.): Bondage
Johnny Storm x Reader: Wax play, temperature play
Reed Richards x Reader: Sex Pollen
Jason Todd x Fem!Reader: Mirror Sex
Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader: Shower sex, deep throating
Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader: bimbofication
Clark Kent x Reader: Breath play, choking
Hal Jordan x Reader: Drunk / anonymous sex
Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader: Brat Taming
Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader: BDSM, Sadism/masochism
Homelander x Reader: Somnophilia (Sleep sex)
Joel Miller x Fem!Reader: Edging, orgasm denial
Javier Peña x Fem!Reader: Lap dances, Rough sex
Jack Reacher (Alan Ritchson's vers.) x Fem! Reader: Size kink, overstimulation, creampie
Old Man! Logan x Fem! Reader: Food play (ft. Whipped Cream)
Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader: Roleplay, Hunter/Prey
#kinktober 2024#james logan howlett x reader#logan x f!reader#wolverine#remy lebeau x reader#gambit#young! charles xavier#young! erik lehnsherr#colossus#hank mccoy#xmen fanfiction#miguel o'hara#tony stark x reader#deadpool and wolverine#wade wilson x reader#steve rogers x reader#loki x reader#victor von doom#johnny storm x reader#reed richards x reader#jason todd x reader#dick grayson x reader#bruce wayne x reader#clark kent x reader#hal jordan x reader#joel miller x reader#javier pena x reader#jack reacher x reader
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sex pollen with tasm?
Interlinked
--genre + trope: sex pollen, SMUT, fluff, nsfw.
--pairing: tasm!peter parker x afab!reader
--word count: 1.5k
--warnings: SMUT, unprotected PinV (don't even think about it), multiple orgasms, creampie, kissing, mentions of being sore, fluff at the end.
--gif credits: @tvandfilm
If you could live in this moment, you would. You’re sitting on Peter’s bed, faint rhythms of his music playing in the background. Having your laptop open, you were able to look through the work you needed to finish before the day was done. Having Peter next to you puts you in a state of ease. You knew he was right next to you, you knew he was safe.
Peter’s spent the last hour or so working on new varieties of web fluid, mixing together different chemicals to see if anything would change. He already had a few things in a large beaker, swirling it around occasionally, when he mixed in a powder of some sort. The reaction caused a small ignition, causing you to look up from your spot on the mattress. “What was that,” you ask, looking for his reaction to gauge how severe this was.
He rises from his chair, “I’m not sure, but let’s open the windows.”
You climb towards the windows of his room, pulling them open to let fresh air in, and whatever was in the air, out. You weren’t aware of this yet, but your skin was absorbing the particles in the air, and every breath you took allowed the unknown reaction to enter your system. And, of course, Peter was in the direct line of the reaction, causing the particles to make their way directly onto his face, the fragments fluttering onto his cheeks.
Peter’s heightened senses caused him to feel the effects of the reaction much quicker than you. His pupils dilated, the hairs on his arms stand, and he starts to feel warm. Stepping away from the window, he looks over at you, and suddenly, he is hyperfocused on you. The smell of the perfume you applied hours ago is now flooding his nose, your heart rate has elevated, and much to your dismay, he also took note of the growing wetness in between your thighs.
You’re the first to speak up, “Pete,” your voice is shaky with concern, “What’s going on? Why do I feel weird?”
He rubs his hands along his face, trying to come up with an answer, but the growing ache in his cock cuts him short, “Bug, I–I don’t know, but I need to go.” He doesn’t know what’s happening, but his now primal urge to get to you scares him. He needed to get away from you.
His answer only made you more nervous, “Wait! Baby, don’t leave.” You reach out, grabbing his hand. The touch between you two felt like waves of pure energy, you pulled your hand back quickly, rubbing the area that just touched him, “Please, don’t leave, I’m scared and I don’t know what to do, especially not alone.”
“I’m sorry…I just–I’m so confused, I–,” he’s cut off by a kiss.
You were hungry for him, your lips devouring his. Peter didn’t seem to care, he needed this as much as you did. Craving more of his touch, your hands reach down towards the bottom of his torso. You slide your palms along the sides of his shirt, running them along the front of him, quickly undressing him in the process. As soon as you reached the top of his chest, you slipped the shirt over his head, tossing the garment over your shoulder.
He unlatches from your lips, takes a breath, and mutters the last coherent sentence said for the rest of the night, “Will you let me have you tonight?” A smirk displays itself on your lips, and an eager nod gives him all he needs at that moment.
Walking towards the bed, you stumble back blindly before the back of your knees are met with the bed, causing you to fall back onto the plush mattress. Peter stands above you, licking his lips as he places himself above you, caging you in his arms. Attacking your lips, Peter moves one of his hands to palm at the flesh of your hip, reaching underneath your underwear to make direct contact with your bare skin.
You moan into his mouth, the skin-to-skin contact igniting a wave of pleasure to flow to your core. He takes note of your increased desperation for more of his touch, moving his hand from your hip to your aching clit, making small circles on the slick skin. Arching your back into his chest, you reach your hands up to grasp at his shoulders, the sudden pleasure shocking you. Peter unlatches from your lips to look at you below him, the sight making his cock ache with need. It only takes a few more circles on your clit to make you cum, but still, you needed more.
You waste no time, pulling off every piece of clothing on your body, before you reach down towards Peter’s jeans, pushing them down as far as possible before Peter has to kick the rest of them off. There’s a silent exchange of glances before he lines up with your entrance. A quick nod signals to Peter that you’re ready.
Lifting both of your ankles to rest on his shoulders, he finally pushes inside of you. The world around you stops. For a few seconds, there is a sigh of relief, the ache you’ve been meaning to satisfy has dissipated. You thought you found the cure, but the clench of your walls snapped you out of your relief. Peter seemed to realize this too as a moan left his lips, his head dipping forward. The desperation returned, and you needed Peter to move. “Baby…pl–please. Move,” you manage to mumble.
He starts to sink into you further, stretching you out in the process. Every movement causes you to squeeze him a little tighter, and he doesn’t know how he’s going to last, especially with those whimpers leaving your mouth. He can’t stand to keep moving at this pace, every second spent not pounding you into the mattress is a second wasted. He needs you, desperately. Peter pulls almost all the way out, exerting a pathetic whine from you before he slams back into your entrance. The pressure of his cock dragging along your walls made you claw at his neck, the angle of your legs pressed against your chest making you see stars.
You’re not sure how long he’s been fucking you, but your hips have started to become sore, and the number of times you’ve come is blurring between four or five times. The effects of whatever hit you earlier are slowly wearing off, but Peter hasn’t let up. If you had to guess, you would assume that his senses and increased stamina have allowed him to feel everything you felt, but increased tenfold.
It’s gotten to the point where you know that Peter’s not even trying to make you cum again, he’s using you for his own pleasure, and that in itself is enough for you to cum again and again and again. His hips stutter and his brows furrow, you know he’s right there, he’s just about to cum, and it’s killing him. Bringing your hand up to hold his cheek, he snaps his eyes open, tears are lining his waterline. You pull his face down, connecting your lips together. The extra touch of your lips pushes him over the edge. As he finishes inside of you, he lets out a grunt into your mouth, this action alone making you moan back, the thought of him cumming inside of you lights a fire inside of you.
Your lips detach from his, taking a deep breath before you feel Peter’s fingers reach up toward your calves, slowly bringing them down onto the bed. He guides them down, knowing that the position has led to soreness in their hips. When you feel the plush blanket touch your thighs, you finally are able to come to your senses.
Peter comes down to lay next to you on his stomach, looking at your side profile. Closing your eyes, you feel the weight of exhaustion finally hit you. There’s no way you’re leaving this bed any time soon, and Peter knows that too. You don’t feel Peter’s warmth next to you anymore. Opening your eyes, you look over to where he should’ve been, then to the doorway. There he was, holding a glass of water, walking to your side, and placing it on the table next to you.
Then, falling into the bed, he remains next to you. “Whatever you did for that web fluid,” your voice cutting through the silent air, “write it down, and make sure to put it somewhere safe.”
You’re still looking up at the ceiling as Peter grabs your hand, raising it to his lips and giving you a kiss, “I will, I will. I’ll lock it up…only until you ask me to use it again.” Looking towards him, a stupid smile is firmly locked onto his lips, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
You shake your head in disbelief, “Oh, like you won’t want to use it again next week.”
“We’ll see about that, bug.”
--author's note: this is my favorite smut trope, and i'm still awful at writing it LMAOOO. also what happened to these remaining blurbs??? my incapability to write smut blurbs is insane, but anyways i hope you liked it!!! also the gif??? i'm foaming at the mouth and ripping at these iron bars...don't forget to support your writers by liking, commenting, and reblogging!! KEEP SENDING IN ASKS!!! my inbox is open my loves! ok, bye ily<3
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💋Kinktober 2024🍒
EXTREME NSFW WARNING!! MDNI!!
A/N: I am starting VERY late for this year's kinkober! But here is my 2024 masterlist this year! I can't wait to work on this big writing project! Can ya’ll also figure out what special interest I’m into again?
All fics will be posted on both Tumblr and AO3 with respective links.
Edit: Please let me know if you’d like to be in the taglist!
Buy Me A Kofi❤️️ My AO3 Acc❤️️Masterlist❤️️
Day 1 Breast Worship - Scott Summers X Reader Post|AO3
Day 2 Double Penetration - young!Charles Xavier x Reader x young!Erik Lehnsherr
Day 3 Public Sex - tasm!Peter Parker x Reader
Day 4 Sensory Deprivation - priest!Matt Murdock x Reader
Day 5 Bondage - Eddie Brock x Reader
Day 6 A/B/O Heat/Rut - Logan Howlett x Reader
Day 7 Virgin - Nightcrawler x Reader
Day 8 Cock Warming - Charles Xavier x Reader
Day 9 Praise Kink - Nightcrawler x Reader
Day 10 Overstimulation - Wade Wilson x Reader
Day 11 Knife Play - Logan Howlett x Reader
Day 12 Sex Toys - Remy LeBeau x Reader
Day 13 Aftercare - tasm!Peter Parker x Reader
Day 14 Candle-Wax Play/Temperature Play - Bobby Drake x Reader
Day 15 Glory Hole - Wade Wilson x Reader
Day 16 Cock Worship - Erik Lehnsherr x Reader
Day 17 Dom-Sub - Remy LeBeau x Reader
Day 18 Cock ring/Plugs - Nightcrawler x Reader
Day 19 Mirror Sex/Masturbation - Marc Spector x Reader x Steven Grant
Day 20 Threesome - Logan Howlett x Reader x Scott Summers
Day 21 Monsterfucking - werewolf!Steve Rogers x Reader
Day 22 Thigh Riding/Fucking - Peter Maximoff x Reader
Day 23 Breeding - Hank McCoy x Reader
Day 24 Somnophilla - Erik Lehnsherr x Reader
Day 25 Non Con/Dub Con - Victor Creed x Reader
Day 26 Pegging - Remy LeBeau x Reader was
Day 27 Hate Fucking/Angry Sex - Scott Summers X Reader
Day 28 Impact Play - Wade Wilson x Reader
Day 29 Hunter-Prey - Logan Howlett x Reader
Day 30 Sex Pollen - Peter Maximoff x Reader
Day 31 First Time - Warren Worthington III x Reader
Top Divider By @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more
Rose Divider by me :)
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Let Me Help
Summary: On a mission with Miguel to stop a variant of Doc Ock, you accidentally inhale something you shouldn’t have. You actively try to ignore these burning desires raging through you. However when Miguel notices your odd behavior, he finally confronts you. A confrontation that leads to this thing you need most: him.
Word Count: ~6.6k
Reader: Afab (no fem pronouns used)
Warnings: SMUT (sex pollen, fem!masturbation, fingering, unprotected sex, riding, oral (fem!receiving), doggy style, multiple orgasms, slight praise kink, voyeurism, cockwarming, switch!reader, switch!Miguel), smut with some feelings, unestablished relationship, mutual pining
MINORS DNI/ 18+ ONLY
The salty harbor water splashed against the algae covered docks of the warehouse district. Smog of the city filtered into the already cloudy night sky. The sea and city - cars and boat horns - clashed together in an odd cacophony. Your nose wrinkled as the sting of salt mixed with newly poured asphalt.
On top of a warehouse, you and Miguel stood side by side overlooking the massive, old and rundown, area. Another anomaly was plucked and dropped off in a universe where they shouldn’t be. The Spider-Man, Peter W. Parker, of this world was unfortunately and temporarily subdued by the anomaly, a variant of Doc Ock. Peter was completely paralyzed from his encounter and was resting back at HQ as a team tirelessly tried to work on an antidote for him.
“Be careful,” Miguel warned.
“Always am,” you smirked under your mask, before leaping off the building to search the west end of the docks.
Miguel scoffed. Yet, his eyes watched you intently as you landed on another building. You slipped inside one of the broken windows and disappeared from view.
He paused, hesitating for a second, then turned away.
Searching through your area, the anomaly wasn’t in the first building. Or the second. You hoped, sending out a small prayer to the universe he was in the last building. If not, maybe Miguel had more luck than you.
The last warehouse was filled with wrecked boats strewn up on lifts, scattered repair parts, and half broken shipping crates. Moving around, your footsteps were light, and unheard. Nothing creaked, and dust barely moved. You tried a few office doors only to find them locked, or rusted shut. Sighing, you knew of another way to enter and luckily they all lined the edge of the warehouse.
Outside once again, you carefully scaled the building approaching the first set of windows. Brown paper covered most of the dirty glass, yet one window had no covers. The paper was luckily torn back. Peering inside, it was a packed room.
A manager's office was reinvented. The desk was pushed to the far wall. Crates piled into the room, acting as other workstations. Old and battered scientific equipment, some even haphazardly thrown together, filled the desk and crates. Cracked glass - cups, beakers, and vials - were scattered about. Scraps of tarp were laid across the floor and hung from the walls as if for protection. A harsh pungent smell soon assaulted your nose. Your face scrunched up in disgust. Chemicals, any and all so it seemed, were carefully placed into rows on the floor and on top of crates. While vials lined a chipped wooden shelf, poorly screwed into the wall. Each one a different color, and labeled with a system you didn’t comprehend or care to understand.
It was crowded, an office turned into a makeshift lab.
Yet, your eyes fell back to the obvious man taking up the cramped space.
If you could call him that.
He was an experiment, a genetic splicing, gone wrong. He was a human on top while stormy blue grey tentacles were his legs. Strangely, he moved so easily. The appendages carried him with perfect posture, and also effortlessly reached for material around the homemade lab. As a tentacle slithered past your view, you quickly noted the tips had black barbs.
You carefully pushed on the window to thankfully find it unlocked. You crawled through and softly dropped in. But, he was somehow alerted to you.
He whipped around, beakers and vials with unknown liquid swayed in his hands. Massive goggles were strapped around his bulging inky black eyes. Tubes of water wrapped around the side of his neck over gills. A torn, stained lab coat hung off his bare torso. Yet, despite his somewhat menacing appearance, he cowarded at your presence. A whine, a bubbling of water, erupted from him.
You raised your hands, hoping to calm him, “Hey, hey, there’s no need to be scared. We’re just going to get you back home, okay?”
As if proving your point, he glitched. He groaned, leaning into a wooden crate. His massive eyes locked with yours. He violently shook his head. “No, I’m not going back.”
“I’m sorry, but you have to. If you don’t you’ll destroy yourself and possibly this universe.”
“No!” He immediately threw whatever vial he had in his hand.
You easily dodged it, but it splattered into the wall behind your head. A sickly sweet aroma filled your nose. You coughed, waving it away. While you were distracted, he fled. He moved with surprising agility, and squeezed through a small air vent.
“Shit.” You coughed one last time. You pressed your watch, calling Miguel. Clearing your throat, you said, “Miguel, I found him. Far west end of the docks, and he’s on the move.”
“Understood.”
You stepped forward and the world tilted. You quickly stumbled into the crates. You grunted as a dull ache rolled through you. Clenching your jaw, you shoved down the pain.
Not now. We will deal with this later.
You dove through the window to catch Doc Ock who was scrambling down an alleyway. His tentacles made a distinct ‘thwap’ as he ran away. For a moment, your vision blurred. Your grip loosened as you slid down a few inches down the brick wall. Gritting your teeth, you shook your head. Everything cleared again. Ignoring the obvious signs, you fired a web and swung down into the alley.
Miguel, however, beat you to it.
Landing in the alleyway, Miguel stood over the now unconscious Doc Ock. The red glowing webs secured around his torso and tentacles. You let out a silent thanks.
Miguel turned around, and approached you. “Are you okay?”
His voice reverberated throughout your body. Your heart leapt into your throat. You let out a shaky breath, trying to calm yourself. “Yeah, I’m good.”
His eyes trailed over you. You were breathing heavily, why? Did the two of you fight? How did this anomaly slip past you?
“Ready?” You asked, already opening up a portal.
“Yeah,” he muttered, grabbing the anomaly.
After dropping off the anomaly at HQ, you said your quickest farewells and practically ran back home to your universe, to your apartment. Your chest started to constrict horribly when Miguel was nearby. It wasn’t the giddy childhood crush you were already accustomed too, but this deep heart wrenching ache of desire.
It frightened you.
You had to get away from him.
Returning home, you found your city basking in the moonlight. Neon signs and billboards flickered in the distance. And the usual rush of cars quieted down just enough for most of the city to fall asleep. However, sleep would not come tonight for you.
You tossed and turned endlessly. Your heart raced, like a hummingbird in flight trapped in a cage. Sweat beaded over your forehead. The dull ache from before started to move farther south of your body. You groaned and arched your back.
What … what the hell is this?
You rolled over, burying your face into the pillow.
We’re fine. It’s fine. It’ll pass.
It didn’t.
The moon, with its siblings of stars, fell and the soon burning and bright sun rose over the horizon. Yet, these sensations never wavered. Dare you say, they intensified. Your sheets were kicked off the bed, pillows tossed across the floor in fits of rage, and your clothes skewed and damped with sweat.
Fuck.
Your body ached horribly.
Hot flashes surged through you in intense waves. You groaned, curling into a tight ball. However, it was the growing heat between your legs that was becoming unbearable. You unconsciously rubbed your thighs together. The minimal friction, basically nothing, caused you to moan.
“Fuck,” you whimpered.
Shower. A cold shower might help.
Dragging yourself out of bed, you shuffled into the bathroom and slammed the door behind you. You turned on the show to the coolest, and still comfortable, temperature. This should help, hopefully. Stripping out of your sweaty clothes, you hopped in. You hissed slightly. The water was a shock to your overheated, clammy skin. Pressing your palms into the shower wall, you dunked your head under the water like a poorly done baptism. You needed to cleanse yourself and your unholy thoughts.
You forced yourself to stay there. You gritted your teeth, and squeezed your eyes shut. The water pounded over you. Each drop were needles: sharp, quick, and irksome. But, standing under the water, you were still unbelievably hot, still painfully aroused.
Screw it.
One hand skimmed down your body between your legs. One swipe over your soaking folds and your knees nearly buckled. Still holding yourself up with one hand, and hunched under the running water, you slowly dipped your fingers inside yourself.
And immediately, his face appeared behind your closed eyes.
You could easily conjure up a scenario, and you happily indulged in your fantasy.
He was in the shower with you. Still bent over, his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you up. His chest pressed firmly into your back. His skin was so warm compared to the cool water. His lips brushed over the shell of your ear. His thick fingers were inside you, it was his fingers bringing you to your release.
You moaned, pumping yourself faster.
“That’s it,” his voice whispered in your ear. “Just like that.”
“Shit,” you hissed.
“Come on,” he encouraged with a light chuckle. His hand brushed up your sides to your breasts. He gently pinched and played with your nipples. “Come on, cum around my fingers.”
You curled your fingers, making your walls flatter. You whimpered. The sinfully wet sounds mixed with the water rushing over you. You were close, far closer than you expected.
His lips skimmed down your neck. “That’s it, almost there.”
You bit your lip. You quickly flipped yourself around, supporting yourself with your back to the shower wall. Your other hand played with your clit, swirling around, as your fingers worked faster. It was messy, it was desperate. A whine rumbled in the back of your throat.
“Oh, please, cum for me. You’re so close, I can feel it.” His fingers curled, beckoning you towards your end.
It built and built, then it all snapped so suddenly and forcibly. You came hard around your fingers. “Fuck,” you hissed out.
He hummed, working you through your orgasm. “There it is.”
You leaned heavily into the wall, panting and dizzy from your rapid orgasm. You closed your eyes for a second, and let the water wash everything away.
Meanwhile, a familiar looking portal opened up in your bedroom. Miguel stepped out with a tension wrought into his shoulders. His mask retracted and his crimson eyes slid over your room, your messy room. He raised an eyebrow, surveying your room. The one thing that concerned him the most was you weren’t here.
Where were you?
“Fuck.”
Miguel’s head whipped over to the closed bathroom door. He heard you so clearly. He almost moved, almost burst through the door, but he stayed rooted in place.
Why couldn’t he move? What if you were in trouble, what if -
The shower turned off. He heard you move around, and he saw your shadow flash under the door. If you were moving, then maybe nothing was wrong. Then without warning, the bathroom door swung open with a resounding bang.
Miguel flinched, startled by the sudden noise.
Water still dripped down from your hair and down your face. Hunched forward, you propped yourself up with one hand on the doorframe. Your chest heaved. You gulped down air as if you ran a marathon. You wore only a baggy shirt which clung to your still wet skin. Your eyes swiveled over, instantly clocking Miguel’s unexpected presence.
Miguel’s eyebrows furrowed. “Are you okay?”
“What are you doing here?” You asked, ignoring his initial question.
“You haven’t responded to my calls.”
You glanced over to your watch, blinking on your nightstand. “Sorry, I was busy.”
His eyes trailed over your body. Concern filled him. He repeated, “Are you okay?”
“Just dandy.”
His lips thinned. Why were you like this? So goddamn stubborn sometimes. “You don’t seem fine, especially since our mission last night.”
“I’m just tired,” you huffed. “And a little sore.”
God, even now your body was still aroused. And with Miguel being here, it was making everything so much worse. Your fantasy from only moments ago was seared heavily into your mind.
He needed to leave before you did something you regretted.
Miguel sighed, crossing his arms. “Are you sure? Did -“
“I said I’m fine.”
He rolled his eyes. “Fine, whatever.” So be it. He pressed a button on his watch, opening up a portal back to HQ. He paused. He clearly wanted to say something, but didn’t. He stepped through without uttering another word.
You wanted to call him back, you wanted to shove him onto the bed, you wanted to him and happily bounce on his -
You groaned loudly, rubbing your hands over your face.
Dear god - universe, whatever - just someone save me from myself.
You reluctantly crawled back into bed. Maybe, the shower helped. Maybe, with Miguel gone you could rest. Maybe, this was all over.
Maybe, you were just delusional.
Tonight was no better than last night. In fact, it was probably worse. Fantasies of Miguel flooded your mind, and you couldn’t satisfy yourself no matter what you did.
You will find a solution tomorrow.
There had to be one.
The next morning, before the sun properly greeted the world, you pushed yourself up and out of bed. You had an idea on where to start. Not bothering with your suit, you kept your baggy shirt and pulled on an old pair of sweatpants. You slipped on your watch and opened up a portal to HQ. You marched directly towards the area where all the anomalies were being contained. Containers lined the area as their chorus of voices begged to be released. Your eyes swiveled around, trying to locate the one anomaly who had any possible explanation to your current endeavor. But, you couldn’t find him in the sea of people. Getting frustrated, you turned your attention towards the person operating the ‘Go Home’ machine.
“Spider-Byte.”
Margo, the purple holographic girl, whirled around. She smiled only for it to falter given your appearance. You were obviously and very plainly pissed. You glared icily, unable to calm yourself. Worst of all, every time you moved, pain and pleasure rolled through you.
“Whoa, are you -“
You cut her off, “The Doc Ock, the one Miguel and I brought in yesterday, is he still here?”
“Uh.” She brought up a screen and tapped on it. “Yeah, he’s still here but not for long. I’ll have him back home in a few hours.”
“I only need a few minutes. Just point me in the direction where he is.”
Margo did so without question, she gestured down a row of anomalies. Mumbling your thanks, you spun around weaving down the aisle until you finally saw him. You stomped over and pounded on the container.
“What the hell did you do to me,” you gritted your teeth.
The man blinked owlishly. “I’m sorry - oh, oh! You! Oh, this is fantastic! I’ve been hoping to see -“
You slammed your fist again. “Answer me! What the hell did I inhale!”
He shrank, and squeaked. “Oh, uh, that’s … that’s complicated.”
“How so?” You sneered.
“Well,” he fidgeted, his tentacles squirming around. “I don’t know exactly what I gave you.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I … I was experimenting with my toxin and - and I was constantly adding new compounds to it or trying to rewrite it.”
You clicked your tongue, and raised an eyebrow.
“And well, I was trying to make it stronger, more of a deadly venom than a paralyzing agent.”
“And so you don’t know what you gave me or what was in it?”
“… no … I needed more time to study it.”
“Fantastic.”
“Well, what are your symptoms? Tell me, what are you feeling? Any discomfort? Any pain? What about hallucinations?”
He was like a giddy child.
“Oh, yeah definitely some discomforts,” you sarcastically replied. You shook your head and turned away. He shouted after you, but you simply ignored him. It took all of your strength and willpower to not break through the containment and pummel him.
Taking calming breaths, you swiftly left the area. Passing by all the anomalies, each of them shouted at you as you tried to think of a way to make this suffering end. Peter W. Parker apparently was still in the medical wing dealing with his paralysis. So, time seemed to be the only reasonable solution you could think of. And it had been a day, surely it would wear off by now.
Even if you felt worse every hour.
“(Y/N).”
A hand curled around your wrist.
A fire unfurled in the pit of your stomach by such a delicate touch. You shuddered. You kept your head trained forward, and your back to the last person you wanted to see. He couldn’t see you like this.
Not now, not after yesterday.
“What’s wrong?” Miguel asked, then took in your disgruntled appearance. “You look like …”
Horrible? Like shit?
“It’s nothing, I’m fine,” you quickly answered, tugging your wrist out of his grasp.
“Clearly,” he sarcastically replied.
You bit your tongue. Dear god, his voice. So smooth, so rich. “I’m tired, okay? So, I’m just going home.”
“Wait -“
“Good day, Miguel.” You pressed a button and stepped through the portal.
Miguel clenched his fists. He was about to chase after you when Lyla appeared saying others needed him. Begrudgingly, he left. But, this wasn’t the end for him. He will get a proper answer from you.
You sighed deeply, standing back in your room alone. You collapsed forward onto the bed. A muffled groan erupted from you.
I can get through this, I’ll be fine.
An hour passed.
An ice pack, barely cold anymore, laid across your forehead. Your pants and underwear were discarded. You constantly tugged on the collar of your shirt and fanned yourself. Your body ached. You wanted to claw at your skin, you wanted to rip your hair out, you wanted -
You wanted Miguel. God, you wanted him terribly. You wanted him to bend you over.
“Just like that,” you imagined he would coo as he slipped his cock inside of you.
You tried pleasuring yourself, but nothing helped. Nothing satiated you. This swelling sensation only became more and more intense.
You hissed and curled up onto your side. The ice pack slid off your forehead. You lazily picked it up, tossing it onto your nightstand. Your eyes blinked slowly. You stared blankly at the wall, trying to focus on something - anything. Anything but the dampness between your legs, anything but your spiraling perverted thoughts.
Move.
Do something.
Call for help.
You languidly pushed yourself up, and hunched forward. Your head fell into your hands. Your chest continued to heave and tighten. Your heart pounded and rang in your ears. “Fuck me,” you muttered under your breath.
“Only if you ask nicely,” Miguel chuckled.
You shivered.
Almost summoned by your thoughts, yellow and orange lights burst to life behind you. You twisted around. A portal opened up, and a familiar hulking figure walked through: Miguel. Seeing his face, your heart sank. You whipped back around, unable and unwilling to face him.
Why? Why the hell was he here?
He squinted, seeing your decrepit posture on the edge of your bed. “Still fine I see.”
You rolled your eyes. “What do you want? I’m trying to rest.”
Miguel shuffled over. “I came here to see why you’ve been acting weird.”
“It’s nothing.”
He sighed, a short disappointed sigh. He lowered himself onto your bed. A notable gap was between the two of you. Yet, you could feel the heat roll off of him. You unconsciously leaned slightly towards him, desperately seeking him out.
“Talk to me.”
I’m worried about you, he thought.
He hadn’t stopped worrying. You were constantly on the forefront of his mind. Most of all, he wondered why you were avoiding him. Why were you locking yourself away in your room? What happened?
You stayed silent.
Miguel gently rested his hand on your shoulder. “Look -“
You flinched. You leapt away and hastily took a few steps away from him. “Don’t touch me.”
One touch and your body nearly crumbled.
His hand fell. Shock evident on his typically stoic face. His fist clenched. Anger was now getting the better part of him. “I’m trying to help you.”
You hugged yourself, keeping your back to him. “I’m - I'm fine.”
“No, you’re not.” He stood up. “Tell me what’s wrong?”
“I’m fine,” you repeated harshly.
Miguel clicked his tongue. He had enough of your constant dismissal. He grabbed your shoulders and whirled you around to finally face him. You gasped. He stared intently down at you, dissecting and analyzing you. You were panting, your skin glistened with sweat, and notably your pupils were completely dilated.
“What -“
You jerked away from him. And you unconsciously rubbed your thighs together.
Oh. Oh.
Miguel’s cheeks darkened faintly. He placed his hands on his hips, and glanced away. He cleared his throat, “How … how long have you been like … like that?”
You crossed your arms, and sighed. There was no use hiding it anymore. “Since our encounter with Doc Ock.”
His eyes flickered up. “So, he did do something to you.”
“… yes.”
“Which was?”
“He … he threw some substance at me and I accidentally inhaled it.”
He rubbed the spot between his brows, a common place for his headaches to start. “And why did you tell me?”
You tsked and sneered, “Oh sorry, boss, I can’t come in today. I can’t focus or do anything because I am unbelievably and painfully horny.”
God, this is humiliating.
Miguel sighed deeply, dropped his shoulders. “Well, maybe Doc Ock can -“
“He can’t help. I already confronted him, he was just a mad scientist who didn’t know what he created.”
He shifted his weight side to side. “Well, have you … you know …”
You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “Miguel, we are not having this conversation.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. His eyes scanned over you again. God, he couldn’t deny that you were absolutely delectable right now. His mind ran rampant with impure thoughts. It was the way your lips parted as you breathed heavily, it was the way your body squirmed, it was the way you desperately tried to bury the noises ready to jump out, it was the way you adamantly avoided his gaze, it was the way your hardened nipples poke through your shirt, it was the way how he could smell you and your arousal.
He wasn’t blind to your beauty. He was simply ignorant to his feelings and attraction. He buried it deep within him, unwilling to acknowledge any of it. But, seeing you now, seeing the discomfort you were in, seeing you in such a needy state, he wanted to help. He took a cautious step forward, “Maybe I can help.”
You snapped your head up, staring wide eyed at him. “What?”
“I said maybe I can -“
You shook your head and backed yourself away from him until your back bumped into the wall. “No, no, what needs to happen is that you need to leave.” Swallowing down such desire, you closed your eyes and muttered, “Just go.”
“I’m not leaving.”
Fucking hell.
You shouted, “Just get the hell out of here!”
Miguel didn’t respond. Cracking open your eyes, his gaze bore directly into you. It was a searing gaze. Your knees nearly buckled under the intensity. He stepped closer.
“Please,” you whispered, practically begging. “I - I … just … just not like this, not because of my dumb mistake.”
He froze, and his eyebrows knitted together.
Your gaze dropped to the ground. You couldn’t - and wouldn’t - look at him.
He slowly continued to walk towards you. You forced down a whimper. Sandwiched between the wall and him, he gently grabbed your chin. You flinched and squeezed your eyes shut. It pained you immensely to fight so fiercely against your desires and needs. He tipped your chin up. “Look at me.”
You kept your eyes closed, and your face scrunched up.
“Por favor, cariño. Please, look at me.”
Your heart flipped at his unusually sweet tone. You opened up your eyes, and was immediately greeted by his strangely, endearing, rosy crimson eyes.
“Good,” he murmured.
Oh, fuck.
Biting down on your tongue, you forced down any noises that almost dared to crawl out. You dug your nails into your palms. You wouldn’t dare touch him because if you did you wouldn’t let go.
“If I didn’t care for you in this way, I wouldn’t be here. I would be back at HQ working on a cure, on some antidote.” His other hand reached out and rested on your hip. He drew you close, flushing you to his chest. “But, am I at HQ right now?”
You didn’t trust your voice. You simply shook your head, a small twitch.
“You’re right, I’m not. I’m right here asking - begging - to let me help you.” He bent his head down, brushing his lips over yours. “Please, I want to help … I’ve … I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Miguel.”
“Please.”
You let out a shaky breath. “I don’t … I don’t know what’ll do. I don’t know if I can control myself.”
He slowly pulled up the hem of your shirt. His hand skimmed across your lower back. He laughed once, “I can handle it. Please, let me help.”
His fingers lightly touched your skin. A groan rumbled in the back of your throat. “I don’t want you to think differently of me,” you whispered as your eyes dropped to his lips.
Your excuses were hollow now.
He moved his head, letting his lips brush over your neck. His hands snaked further up your back, and his talons gently scraped down. You moaned, arching your back into his touch. Your hands latched onto his biceps, squeezing them.
“My opinion of you won’t change,” he muttered into your neck. His leg slid between yours. Your swollen clit rubbed against his massive thigh.
“Fuck,” you hissed, clinging onto him.
“Just say yes, cariño.” He nuzzled his face into your neck. “I want to help.”
You cupped his face, looking directly into his eyes. His eyes were begging, pleading, for you. You brought him down, giving him a sweet, loving kiss. He hummed, wrapping his arms around you. However, you quickly broke the kiss before he could truly enjoy it.
Miguel didn’t understand. How would he know? He inadvertently poured gasoline over the already raging fire inside of you. Your eyes darkened. You pushed Miguel backwards until his knees hit the edge of the bed and he flopped backward. He held himself up on his forearms, stunned by your sudden change.
A smirk curled over your lips. A beast, one you had been holding back for more than a day, was finally unleashed. Locking eyes with him, you slowly stripped out of your shirt - your only article of clothing - letting it dramatically drop to the floor.
Miguel’s eyes greedily drank in your naked figure.
You crawled onto his lap, straddling him. You pushed him down so he laid flat against the bed. His hands instantly rested on your waist. You hovered over him, planting your hands on either side of his head.
He looked up at you with absolute adoration. He could not describe how thrilled he was right now.
You bent down, kissing him passionately. As you took the lead, you opened your mouth, deepening the kiss. Miguel hummed. He brought your hips down, making you grind down on him. You moaned into the kiss. Breaking apart, you muttered, “Fuck.”
You peppered kisses all over his face, and across his jaw. You desperately wanted to trail your lips all over him. It was such a ravenous feeling. You needed to mark him, to bite him, to taste him.
“Take the suit off,” you murmured, kissing the corner of his jaw.
He let out a pleased sigh. The digital suit retracted with a whirl of colors, revealing himself to you. You bit the inside of your cheek as you felt the tip of his cock brush against your inner thigh. Your lips brushed down his neck. He tilted his head, allowing you better access to do whatever you wished. Your heart soared. You slowly - teasingly so - kissed the crook of his neck. His grip on your hips tightened. Like a switch, you attacked his neck. Your teeth scraped across his sensitive skin. You nipped all along his neck needing to mark his skin. Oh, it excited you to know that these bruises would be under his suit tomorrow. Your tongue swirled over soothing any pains.
Miguel moaned.
What a beautiful sound.
Stopping your attack on his now blemished neck, your lips trailed further down his body. You kissed over his chest, occasionally biting his skin. Your eyes flickered up, seeing his head tilt back. You ran your teeth over his nipples. He groaned. You licked up his chest, tasting the saltiness of his sweat. You kissed up his jaw to his ear, and gently nibbled on his lope.
Miguel clenched his jaw. His heart flipped in his chest. He didn’t expect this, he didn’t expect to ever be here like this with you. He surely didn’t expect the control you quickly had over him.
And oh, he loved it.
Lifting yourself up, you teasingly rubbed his tip across your dripping folds. He groaned, almost whimpering.
“Fuck, Miguel,” you moaned.
At such a simple movement, you were seeing stars. You weren’t sure how long you would last. You wanted to draw this out longer, you wanted to have more fun with him, but you couldn’t.
You needed him. And you were nearly insatiable.
You slowly sank down on his cock. Miguel hissed. You placed your hands on his chest, panting. Miguel soothingly rubbed his thumbs over your hips. You moaned, feeling how he stretched and filled you. No one made you feel this full or good. As you bottomed out, you swore under your breath.
Miguel chuckled to himself.
But, his amusement was cut short when you started to move. Lust flooded back into his veins. He moaned out your name. His talons popped out and dug into your hips.
You set the pace, a nearly brutal but wondrous pace.
And Miguel thought you looked divine.
Your head tilted back to the heavens. Your lips parted as you whispered his name like a prayer. Your body arched like an angel soaring up, like a renaissance painting. Your hands traced up your hypnotic body, playing with your breasts. He wanted to draw you back down, he wanted to shower you in kisses, he wanted to flip you over and pound into you. But, this was all for you. You were the one who was affected by something strange, you were the one to take the lead. You rolled your head, glancing down at him. A soft smile tugged on your lips.
Oh, the way you looked at him, the way you bounced on his cock, the way your eyes softened with affection, he felt his heart was going to explode.
His cock twitched inside of you.
You hummed.
You rolled your hips, and he swore in Spanish. Smirking, you changed the pace. It was slow and easy - just to have your fun, no matter how short lived it might be - then flipped to hard and fast - desperate to reach your end. And your end was coming quickly.
You happily split yourself and continuously moaned out his name. “Miguel,” you moaned, dropping your hands back on his chest. “I - I won’t last much longer.”
Miguel felt your walls clench around you. He gritted his teeth, and moaned. “That’s okay, that’s okay,” he whispered.
He helped you, lifting your hips along with your movements. He slammed you back down right as he bucked his hips up, grinding you further onto him. You gasped and swore.
“Fuck, Miguel, keep doing that,” you whimpered.
He smirked, enjoying your sounds. Moving you faster, you pounded on his cock. Your nails scratched across his chest in red ribbons. The coil tightened and tightened in the pit of your stomach.
You whined.
Miguel wanted to squeeze his eyes shut and lose himself in the feeling of you. But, he also wanted to watch you come undone. So, he watched hungrily.
It was getting sloppy and erratic.
You closed your eyes. You dropped your head, tucking your chin to your chest. But, fingers gently guided your chin back up. “Eyes on me,” Miguel murmured. “Please, I want to see it.”
You melted into his touch, then he bucked his hips right as you went down. The coil snapped. Your walls clamped down around him as your orgasm crashed through you. You moaned out his name as you stared down at him with hooded eyes.
Miguel clenched his jaw. Oh, what a sight. His cock jumped.
Your movements, however, didn’t slow down. You wanted Miguel to cum, you wanted to feel it. You grabbed Miguel’s face and forced him to sit up. You kissed him heatedly as you still rode him. Miguel hummed. Your fingers threaded into his dark curls, and yanked on them.
He whined.
Your eyes sparkled. “Come on, Miguel. Cum for me.”
Miguel shivered. Your words, your body, it was so wondrous. He bucked his hips up, cumming inside of you.
Finally stopping your relentless movement, you dropped your head onto his shoulder. Both of you were gasping for air. Your eyes flickered down, seeing the mess you both created.
You shivered.
Miguel, however, surprised you. He flipped you over, landing you on your back. You gasped. Before you could do or say anything, Miguel dropped to his knees onto the floor, yanked your body down the bed, then nestled his face between your legs.
He devoured you like a starved man.
Your lips parted in a silent moan as your eyes rolled back. You arched your back, and tangled your fingers into his hair.
He wanted to taste you. God, he dreamt of this so many times. Although, he didn’t dare admit it out loud. He groaned. He lifted one of your legs, tossing it over his shoulder. His hands fiercely grabbed your thighs. His talons scraped along your inner thigh. He buried his face deeper. His nose brushed over your already sensitive clit and you cried out. He growled, the taste of you and him on his tongue was divine.
“Miguel,” you gasped.
He forcibly pulled himself away, panting. His chin and lips were covered in mixed juices. His eyes were lit with primal desires. He smirked, flashing his fangs. You scrambled up. You grabbed the back of his neck, smashing your lips to his. You easily slipped your tongue inside his mouth, swirling it around. You hummed in delight, tasting him and yourself.
You still wanted more.
Needed more.
The residual of whatever affected you still lingered.
You pulled away from him. Your combined hot breaths filled the minimal space between the two of you. With you still on the bed on your knees, you finally had some height over Miguel. You cupped his face, and tilted his chin up. His arms wrapped around your waist, pressing you into him. You smiled then brushed your thumb over his lip. Without hesitation, he parted his lips and you slipped your thumb into his mouth. His tongue ran over the pad of your thumb, and the tip of his fang grazed over it.
You shivered, causing him to smirk.
You removed your thumb. You couldn’t help yourself. You leaned down, kissing him sweetly again. It was a confession, and a thank you. He sighed into the kiss. You slowly parted, lingering for a second. It was so tender, despite the cum and saliva coating his chin and your lips. And your following words reminded Miguel how and why he got into this bizarre, surreal situation.
“I want you to fuck me from behind,” you whispered.
Miguel’s eyebrows shot up for a moment, then he chuckled. “Of course,” he purred. Whatever you wanted, he was happy to do. “Can you get on your hands and knees for me?”
You bit back a smile. Your fingers skimmed along his jaw as you backed away and got into position. Miguel watched, transfixed. His eyes trailed down. Seeing your soaking folds, he moaned softly. He can still taste you on his tongue. He licked his lips. Crawling onto the bed, he carefully grabbed your hips.
“You’re too good for me,” he confessed quietly.
You sighed under the simple praise.
He lined himself up, just teasing your entrance. You began to fist the sheets in anticipation. He leaned down. His broad chest pressed firmly into your back, and he whispered in your ear, “But now, let me be good for you.”
He easily pushed himself in.
You moaned unabashedly.
“That’s it, let me hear you,” he grunted.
This round was hot and fast. There wasn’t adoration or love this time, this was solely desires and sins. This was using each other’s bodies.
And Miguel was animalistic. God, it was utter bliss.
You grinded back, meeting his thrusts. You dropped down onto your forearms unable to support yourself fully. Your face buried into the sheets as you cried out. His cock was kissing spots you didn’t think was possible.
Miguel smiled, enjoying your muffled sounds and how you squirmed. His fingers reached around and began to play with your clit. You swore as your body shuddered. Your walls fluttered around him.
He rolled his head back at the sensation. It was as if you were made perfectly for him.
“Miguel,” you whined.
You wanted this so badly. You moved your hips feverishly in tune with his. Skin slapped together, wet noises echoed, and voices cried out. Miguel gasped. His talons buried into your hips, drawing out small specs of blood. He gritted his teeth, almost baring his fangs.
“Ay dios mío,” he grumbled.
Neither of you would last long.
You were begging under your breath. You needed it, you needed him. “Fuck, Miguel, please.”
“I know, I got you,” he groaned, pounding into you. “Let go, cum for me.”
You moaned.
With his fingers, his pace, and your already stimulated body, you came. You gushed around his cock, and slumped heavily into the bed. As your walls clamped down again, Miguel hissed as he spilled himself inside of you. He continued to gently rocked his hips as you both came back down to reality.
The air buzzed with the aftermath.
Your grip on the sheets loosened. You turned your head, glancing back at him: his chest covered in new bruises, his sweat covered forehead, and his fangs and talons were still out. You shivered at the sight. His eyes flickered over, connecting with yours. He gave you a tired smile. He bent down and kissed the spot between your shoulder blades.
You hummed softly.
Miguel rolled onto the bed. His arms wrapped around your waist as flushed your back to his chest. His now softened cock still buried inside.
“Better?” He murmured into your ear.
You nodded.
“Good,” he sighed. “Just … just stay like this with me, please.”
To be fair, you had no energy to argue or care. A day of exhaustion finally caught up to you. You relaxed into his embrace, enjoying the comfort as well as the fullness of him still inside of you. You placed a hand over top of his and intertwined your fingers with his. You squeezed his hand.
“Thank you,” you muttered.
He kissed your shoulder. “You’re welcome. Now rest, cariño, I got you.”
I always will, he thought as you drifted off in his arms completely satisfied.
#across the spiderverse#spiderverse#atsv#miguel spiderverse#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o’hara smut#miguel o’hara x afab!reader#miguel x reader#miguel x afab!reader#afab!reader#smut
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🎃Kinktober MasterList🎃
Hellooo, and welcome to my Kinktober Masterlist 2024.
I know it's been a whole ass while since I posted but I really wanted to try and actually finish these this time xx
1st October 2024 - Dean Winchester + Mirrors
5th October 2024 - Peter Parker (PS5) + Sex Pollen
8th October 2024 - Arthur Morgan + Glory Hole
12th October 2024 - Loki + Orgasm Denial
15th October 2024 - Soldier Boy/William Butcher + Threesome/Squirting
19th October 2024 - Grand Admiral Thrawn + Tit Fuck
22nd October 2024 - Obi-Wan Kenobi + Age Gap
26th October 2024 - Beau Arlen + Hate Sex
29th October 2024 - Sam Winchester + Cockwarming
30th October 2024 - Tech (Bad Batch) + Sex Tape
31st October 2024 - Beau Arlen/Dean Winchester/Soldier Boy + Breeding
#kinktober#kinktober 2024#dean winchester x reader#peter parker x reader#arthur morgan x reader#loki x reader#soldier boy x reader#billy butcher x reader#thrawn x reader#obi wan kenobi x reader#beau arlen x reader#sam winchester x reader#tech x reader#supernatural#star wars#the boys
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Welcome to crimsonbubble's kinktober 2023 masterlist!!
Starting October 1st, I will be posting an nsfw fanfiction every other day at 3pm EDT. If certain nsfw aspects are not suitable for you, please feel free to skip and/or keep scrolling.
Fandoms included are Call of Duty, Mortal Kombat, Genshin Impact, Honkai: Star Rail, Spiderverse, and Baldur's Gate 3.
More info under the cut.
♡ Oct 1. knife kink w/ valeria
cod men being munches
♡ Oct 3. blood kink w/ astarion
wriothesley + handcuffs
♡ Oct 5. voice kink w/ jingyuan
kuai liang + needy sex
♡ Oct 7. mask kink w/ ghost
kenshi + spanking
♡ Oct 9. size kink w/ arataki itto
soap + sex pollen
♡ Oct 11. double pen. w/ johnny & kenshi
rudy + soft sex
♡ Oct 13. degradation w/ sub zero (bi-han)
shadow company + bath sex
♡ Oct 15. praise kink w/ price
mk men being munches
♡ Oct 17. biting/marking w/ miguel o'hara
bi-han/kuai liang + temp play
♡ Oct 19. thigh fucking w/ peter b parker
lin kuei bros + brat taming
♡ Oct 21. thigh riding w/ horangi
kenshi/sento x reader
♡ Oct 23. mirror sex / zhongli
astarion + cum inflation
♡ Oct 25. competitions w/ johnny & kenshi
ghostface!johnny cage
♡ Oct 27. size kink w/ könig & ghost
hand kink w/ kenshi
♡ Oct 29. tit fucking w/ johnny & kenshi
face sitting w/ johnny cage
♡ Oct 31. double trouble w/ johnny cage
#kinktober 2023#kinktober#cod smut#cod x reader#cod x reader smut#genshin smut#genshin x reader#genshin x reader smut#miguel o'hara smut#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara x reader smut#spiderverse smut#spiderverse x reader#spiderverse x reader smut#peter b parker smut#peter b parker x reader#peter b parker x reader smut#mortal kombat smut#mortal kombat x reader#mortal kombat x reader smut#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jjk x reader smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader smut#hsr x reader#hsr x reader smut#hsr smut#honkai star rail smut
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MURDRTOBR !
thirty one nights of classic, horny, fun.
requests: closed + note from celeste
𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 FORMIDABLE COOL. ETHAN LANDRY OCT 01
an exclusive with the infamous ghostface killer from the recent 6th installment
manipulation, p in v, choking/breath play, mean!ethan, ghostface!ethan
other articles include ...
INTERVIEW 001 - ,, mean!hobie brown + degradation. OCT 03
INTERVIEW 002 - ,, sub!stiles stilinski + thigh riding. OCT 05
INTERVIEW 003 - ,, ethan landry + period sex. OCT 07
𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 SAW YOUR END. VOID STILES STILINSKI OCT 11
in a shocking interview, you reveal your attraction towards the nogitsune, despite all of the havoc he has inflicted on your loved ones. including the owner of the body he possesses.
fem!reader, void stiles, slight dubcon, manipulation, impact play, forced impregnation, snowballing, choking
other articles include ...
INTERVIEW 004 - ,, theo raeken + manipulation OCT 8
INTERVIEW 005 - ,, mean!rafe cameron + degradation OCT 10
INTERVIEW 006 - ,, officer! miguel o'hara + playing dangerous OCT 12
𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 YOUR HAZE. VOID STILES STILINSKI OCT 17
this week we sit down with you and are blessed with the revelation that stiles stilinski really likes your fangs and craving for human blood.
vampire!fem!reader, void stiles, heavy manipulation, oral sex (f receiving)
other articles include ...
INTERVIEW 007 - ,, ethan landry + suffocation + oral OCT 15
INTERVIEW 008 - ,, eddie munson + non con voyeurism OCT 16
INTERVIEW 009 - ,, rafe cameron/sarah cameron + stepcest OCT 18
INTERVIEW 010 - ,, ghostface! jj maybank/rafe cameron + dubcon OCT 21
𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 BUT YOU'RE NOT MINE. MIGUEL O'HARA OCT 25
in this tell all, miguel o’hara details the time he got with you. well not you you, but the you in another universe. the faces are the same, so he wonders: what else is the same?
fem!reader, dubcon + cnc, size kink, dacryphilia, oral sex (f receiving), p n v
INTERVIEW 011 - ,, robin buckley + voice kink OCT 24
INTERVIEW 012 - ,, theo raeken/stiles stilinski + voyeurism OCT 26
INTERVIEW 013 - ,, finnick odair + filming OCT 28
INTERVIEW 014 - ,, mike schmidt + filming OCT 29
INTERVIEW 015 - ,, stepsis!hazel callahan + filming + blackmail OCT 30
INTERVIEW 016 - ,, hazel callahan + corruption OCT 31
rules.
respect the authors wishes; do not request any kinks not on the list; if unsure about anything, contact me! most if not all works are dark content. minors pls dni !
characters.
Chad Meeks Martin, Charlie Walker, Corey Cunningham, Dave Lizewski, Eddie Munson, Ethan Landry, Finnick Odair, Hobie Brown, Hazel Callahan, Harry James Potter, Jackson Whittemore, Jake Seresin/Hangman, Jake Sully, JJ Maybank, Miguel O’Hara, Mike Schmidt, Namor, Peter B. Parker, Peter Parker (all), Peter Quill, Quinn Bailey, Rafe Cameron, Robin Buckley, Rodrick Heffley, Sam Carpenter, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Steve Harrington, Steven Grant, Tara Carpenter, Theo Raeken
kinks.
Age gap/age difference, Blood Play, Bukkake, Car sex, Cock ring, Cuckold, Double Penetration, Exhibitionism, Femdom, Filming, Groupsex/Gangbang, Hate Fucking, Heat, Knife play/danger kink, Mommy kink, Monster fucking (vampires, werewolves, incubus/succubus), Mutual Masturbation, Pegging, Piss/Bladder control, Public sex, Sex Pollen, Size difference, Somnophilia, Stepcest, Voyeurism
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FlightlessAngelWings Kinktober 2024 Masterlist
Header by me, Divider by @saradika-graphics
It’s that time of year again!!! Welcome to 2024’s Kinktober event masterlist!! I’m excited to share these fics with you all and I hope you enjoy them!
🔞❗️18+ only! Minors do not interact!❗️🔞
Below is all the fics posted for kinktober 2024. This year I am doing things a little differently and only doing a mini event instead of all 31 and using multiple links for each fic.
All other warnings along with the type of reader in each fic will be listed on each individual fic.
@flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog so please follow that and turn on post notifications to stay up to date on when I post!
Enjoy! 💖
❤️ = personal favorite
Javi Gutiérrez- fingering/slow and soft
Qimir- cockwarming/teasing/riding ❤️
Tasm!Peter Parker- pegging/cunnilingus/romantic sex ❤️
Ardeth Bay- praise/voice kink/squirting ❤️
Comandante Veracruz- bondage/free use
Frankie Morales- sex pollen/overstimulation ❤️
Marc Spector- anal/double penetration/toys
Javier Peña- cnc/rough sex/aftercare
Frank Castle- vampire au/biting
Santiago Garcia- exhibitionism/lap dance/stripping ❤️
#userfaw#fawktober2024#kinktober#kinktober 2024#javi gutierrez x reader#qimir x reader#loki x reader#tasm!peter parker x reader#din djarin x reader#axe woves x reader#frankie morales x reader#frank castle x reader#santiago garcia x reader#marc spector x reader#comandante veracruz x reader#javier peña x reader#cal kestis x reader#ardeth bay x reader#writers of tumblr#x reader
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Kinktober 23’ masterlist!
A/n: Heyyy…hey..how y’all doin😀 this is so on brand of me to post the masterlist 2 days before october🧍🏻♀️
1|breeding kink-steve harrington
2|Thigh riding-Natasha Romanoff
3|Shower sex-Daryl Dixon
4|Cockwarming-Spencer Reid
5|Mommy kink-Ethan Landry
6|Begging-Sam Winchester
7|Overstimulation-Robin Buckley
8|body worship-Ellie Williams
9|mirror sex-Sirius Black
10|Uniform kink-Leon Kennedy
11|Loss of virginity-Peter Parker
12|Strap-ons-Hazel Callahan
13|car sex-Billy Hargrove
14|Bondage-John B Routledge
15|mask kink-Simon ‘ghost’ Riley
16|Brat taming-Rafe Cameron
17 |praise kink-JJ Maybank
18|Degradation kink-Rafe Cameron
19|Dry humping-Tate Langdon
20|Face fucking-Rafe Cameron
21|Face sitting-Ethan Landry
22|Knife kink-Billy Loomis
23|Exhibition-JJ maybank
24|spanking-Wanda Maximoff
25|hair pulling-Spencer Reid
26|lingerie-Maddy Perez
27|Sex pollen-James Potter
28|Choking-Regulus Black
29|Orgasm control-Billy Hargrove
30|hand kink-Steve Harrington
31|Serial killer AU-Rafe Cameron
#steve harrington x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#daryl dixion x reader#spencer reid x reader#ethan landry x reader#sam winchester x reader#robin buckley x reader#sirius black x reader#leon kennedy x reader#peter parker x reader#john b x reader#billy hargove x reader#rafe cameron x reader#tate langdon x reader#jj maybank x reader#wanda maximoff x reader#regulus black x reader#james potter x reader#maddy perez x reader#billy loomis x reader#ellie williams x reader#hazel callahan x reader#x reader#smut#kinktober
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Kinkvember Masterlist
a/n: i ran into a lot of busy stuff this october so in order to get these out on a real ache i’m prepping it over october and posting throughout November 😭😭 sorry 😭😭
Day 1: Distracted Sex - tasm!peter parker x reader
Day 2: Knife Play - logan howlett x reader
Day 3: Rough - adam warlock x reader
Day 4: Double Penetration- logan howlett x reader x scott summers
Day 5: Dirty Talk - tasm!peter parker x reader
Day 6: Corset - logan howlett x reader
Day 7: Lap Dances - logan howlett x reader
Day 8: Cunnilingus - tasm!peter parker x reader
Day 9: Body Swap - tasm!peter parker x reader
Day 10: Priest Kink - nightcrawler x reader
Day 11: Formal Wear - logan howlett x reader
Day 12: Reward - adam warlock x reader
Day 13: Boot Worship - logan howlett x reader
Day 14: Spit Roasting - wade x reader x logan howlett
Day 15: Restraints (Body Swap pt 2) - tasm!peter x reader
Day 16: Pantyhose (Formal Wear pt 2) - logan howlett x reader
Day 17: Tease - tasm! peter parker x reader
Day 18: In Heat - logan howlett x reader
Day 19: Orgasm Denial - tasm!peter parker x reader
Day 20: Sex Pollen - logan howlett x reader
Day 21: Blowjobs (Cunnilingus pt 2) - tasm!peter x reader.
Day 22: Costumes - nightcrawler x reader
Day 23: Sex Work (Lap Dance pt 2) - logan howlett x reader
Day 24: Audience - logan howlett x reader ft. wade
Day 25: Sex Toys - tasm!peter parker x reader
Day 26: Praise Kink - adam warlock x reader
Day 27: Aftercare - logan howlett x reader
Day 28: Mirror Sex - adam warlock x reader
Day 29: Degradation - logan howlett x reader
Day 30: Tattoos - logan howlett x reader
#fanfiction#fanficcrow#fanficcrows kinktober 2024#logan howlett x reader#tasm!peter x reader#nightcrawler x reader#adam warlock x reader#scott summers x reader#xmen fanfiction#xmen#smut#xmen smut#marvel#fanfic#kinktober 2024
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Tom Holland Fic Reccomendations
3 Times He Wanted to Kiss You, 1 Time He Did - @peterparkerneverland
Easy to miss - @sarsmusings
When I hear her voice - @welcomethefears
You’re Dating Her? - @lousimusician
I Bet You’re Joking - @holland-dazed
I Know Who You Are - @lousimusician
Rambling - @lousimusician
Handwritten Love - @jordynlahey
Sunflower Soulmate - @negasonicteenagemess
Fall For Me - @negasonicteenagemess
The Last of The Real Ones - @negasonicteenagemess
Deep Red and Crimson - @imitationeve
Countdown - @oneshots-imagines-and-that
Who you belong to - @hollandcrush smut
Boxing Lessons - @tommyhoelland2013 smut
Faking It - @lousimusician I screamed smut
Panic Wish - @jamilelucato
Autistic!reader - @timelord-winchester-22b
Tension - @rebeccccccaaa smut
Love potion #9 - @waitimcomingtoo
Paging Dr. Parker - @asonofpeter smut
Just for tonight - @cloudybarnes
Thank god for group projects - @hannibals-favourite-meal smut
Sex pollen - @donttellpeterparker smut
Please, call me Peter - @shawnxstyles smut
#tom holland#fic rec#peter parker x reader#peter parker x you#peter parker x y/n#tom holland x reader#tom holland x y/n#tom holland x you
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