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cupcakeinat0r · 8 days

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Wanna put on bright bubble gum pink lipstick n then smother him in a billion zillion trillion gazillion kisses

(Creds to artist! @ hao0047 on insta)

(This is def prof!Mig btw)

#his glasses #his lil grey hairs #his smILE #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara fanart #miguel atsv #nerdy!Miguel #miguel x reader #miguel x you #miguel o’hara smut #atsv miguel #atsv #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara

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honehonn3honey · 5 months

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hoohoobeanie · 3 months

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new favourite image just dropped !!!

#his smile #the little fingey point at spencer #his glasses #the fact that he has a pop socket keychain #god i love him #tommy bowe #spencer #spommy #yeah im tagging this as spommy idc #smosh

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shivroy · 2 years

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the djinn!!

#art #digital art #AND #traditional art #because i did a watercolor pic then painted over it in photoshop #fanart #portrait #digital portrait #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #wwdits djinn #the djinn #djinn #i looooove him i love his looks #his glasses #his trickery #wwdits s4

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icallhimjoey · 1 year

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Joe with those glasses 😩 the whore in me came out! Anyways imagine the reader being like woah the first time she sees him with his glasses on. He’s usually in his contacts but let’s say he got tired and decided to wear his glasses for the day, and reader knew she had a sexy and handsome boyfriend but she didn’t knew how him with glasses would make him more sexier than he already is. Let’s just say Joe know the effect it has on her and well and well now the rule is that the glasses stay on during sex!

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His glasses

"Stop giving me those eyes," Joe warned after asking you a question, two jars in his hands, right in the middle of a supermarket isle. You hadn't answered but instead had perched an elbow on your shopping cart and rested your head in a hand, granting yourself a moment to stare at him as he studied the backs of two pickle jars.

It was only 10 in the morning, but you were all sorts of riled up. It was those glasses. You knew it. Joe was sexy, but Joe in his glasses? Oof. Illegal. Straight to jail. Joe wore them around the house for brief moments sometimes, but today, Joe'd decided to take them outside, past the threshold of his flat, and you couldn't believe it.

"Wait, what are you..." you'd asked him when you saw him ready to walk out with them still on.

"What? Oh. It's just easier, come on, let's go,"

Suddenly, Bedroom Joey was out in public, stood here in front of you in the middle of a supermarket, fretting over what difference two pickle brands made besides the price of them. How could Joe expect you to separate the frames from their usual surroundings and... activities?

"Which one do you think looks better?" he asked, holding both jars up to you again, like you cared at all.

You kept staring with an impossibly wide smile on your face and with thoughts far away from the conversation Joe tried to have with you.

Joe waited two more seconds for you to answer before he sighed with annoyance and removed the glasses from his face, pushing them up into his hair, making you almost whimper at the loss of them on his nose.

"No-" you whined.

"Which one?" Joe interrupted, looking at you like a disappointed schoolteacher and you were quick to grab one of the jars from his hands to place in your cart.

"Please put them back on," you were about to reach for them yourself, but Joe swatted your hands away quickly before lowering the specs back onto his face himself.

"You're ridiculous," Joe laughed, linking arms with you. And maybe you were. But had he not seen himself? Had everyone not seen Joe Quinn in glasses?

"Pub lunch?" he offered after your morning shop, and a small gasp left your lips. Joe was going to take the glasses into a pub with you? You were going to stray even further from your bedroom with Bedroom Joey? Was this man even fucking thinking straight? "Sure," you casually replied, hoping any sign of you being too into it would prompt him to leave them at home.

But he hadn't.

You were sat across from him as his eyes scanned over the menu, and your mind ran wild with the most inappropriate of fantasies. Up until this point, you'd been very above having sex in public. But now, everything was up for debate. It didn't help that Joe was wearing a fuzzy jumper too. Holy hell, what had gotten into his head this morning?

"Don't!" Joe said sternly as you used a foot under the table to press onto his seat in between his thighs, not even looking up from the menu. You only stilled for a second before carrying on, sliding down your seat slightly to be able to reach, making Joe jolt in his seat.

"Oh my God, stop," Joe laughed as he tried to keep his voice down.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom..." you said, elongating your words to really bring your point across as you moved in your seat, getting ready to get up.

"Meet me in-"

"No, you're not," Joe made big eyes at you, a smile playing at his lips, absolutely shocked at your behaviour. "We're having lunch. Sit." Joe looked at you over his glasses, and what the fuck, it just made everything so much worse.

"Meet me in 3 minutes." you finished your sentence, your face showing a weird mixture of arousal, anger and confident determination. Joe hadn't seen it from you before and watched you walk away, disappearing up a set of stairs to the toilets. He then looked around, checking to see if anyone had either seen or heard what had just transpired at his table before abandoning it completely and flying up the stairs, taking two at a time.

You stood waiting in the women's bathroom, praying that the first person to walk in after you would be Joe and not a random woman who actually had to use the facilities for what they were meant for. You sighed a breath of relief when the door opened and you saw Joe carefully peep his head around it. His beautiful head. With those beautiful glasses. Upon seeing you he scurried over and before you could even close the stall door behind you, Joe's lips were on your mouth in a heated kiss. Not wanting to break away, you fumbled your hands around until you were able to lock the door.

You used both hands to pull at Joe's collar that had now made its way out of the neckline of his jumper, pressing your lips harshly into his. Your nose pushed into his cheek, just underneath the rim of his glasses, and Joe made the grave mistake of reaching for them to get them out of the way.

"Don't you fucking dare," you panted into Joe's mouth, yours wide agape, his spread into a wicked grin that bit into his bottom lip as your hurried hands made sure he kept those specs in place.

"Yes ma'am," Joe complied, rushing to quickly unbutton his trousers with the gentlest touch he could manage. They were expensive and he wasn't going to be the one to explain to his stylist how he broke the zipper in the toilet stall of a pub. Joe breathed heavily and it fogged up his glasses a little. It made you moan at the sight.

"Thinks he can just casually walk around with them on, out and about, like it's no big deal," you had already hiked up your dress and had stuck the bottom hem of it into your cleavage so it would stay out of the way. It made Joe snicker a little.

"Resourceful," he said, shifting your panties to the side with the tip of his tongue stuck to his upper lip.

"Always," you said, sneaking your hands past the waistband of his boxer briefs, gasping at how hard he was already. "Jesus Christ, Joe," he was quite literally throbbing in your grip. "You've been groaning at me for hours," Joe reasoned, revealing he was well aware of the effect he'd been having on you all day and he didn't waste any more time, gripping one of your legs and placing your foot onto the toilet seat.

"Gross," you mustered before Joe captured your mouth in another hungry kiss, slowly tilting his hips to slide himself slide along your folds a couple of times.

"Don't think about it," he said before he let himself find your entrance, locking eyes with you and then slowly sliding in, making your jaw drop. Joe was fast to plant a palm over your opened mouth, knowing sound would escape it any second.

"So I guess I'll wear these more often," he whispered as he pressed his forehead against yours, locking his glasses in between your faces, the plastic rim of them leaving marks on the both of you and he steadily picked up his pace.

You shook your head, barely able to get the word no past your lips as you looked at him, making strong eye contact through the lenses.

"It'll be the death of me," you panted, trying your very best to keep your voice down, moans and groans held back in your throat, fighting their way out of you any chance they got.

Joe chuckled lowly, "And what a heavenly way to go.".

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5magics · 4 months

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