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miguel-owhora · 20 days
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idk if i said this before but I don't think we've established just how creepy spider-men can be. like, just imagine peter using his ability to crawl and stick to walls, hanging outside your bedroom window and watching you sleep, or doing the classic upside spider-man pose and hanging above you whilst you sleep.
or even miguel using his futuristic resources to stalk you, ensuring absolutely nothing wrong happens with your universe and personally hopping into it whenever an anomaly happens to slip by his watching eyes.
all im saying is that they'd be the worst stalkers in terms of how creepy and powerful they'd be — but hey, it's a good thing a majority of them have a no kill policy.
right?
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miguel-owhora · 13 days
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thinking about retired!price, so insatiable with nothing to do, fingering his cunt and grinding against pillows with your musk thick shirt pressed up against his nose. his body becomes softer with nothing to do, love handles forming and a bigger belly growing, with thighs soft and jiggly, and an ass so pretty and plush like a sweet, juicy peach.
you're still away on deployment, a couple years younger than price and still in your prime. you can't wait for the day where you finally retire, where you can spend the rest of your days with your husband.
but price can't wait—he's paranoid that someone else will get your attention and steal you away from him. someone younger, more attractive, and despite your reassurance that such thing won't happen, it eats away at him. so he does the only logical thing he can come up with.
when you come back on break, you have a hard time getting john off you. he's insatiable, his fingers running all over your body, more than happy to pull down your pants and lavish your cock in affection. he'll throw you onto bed, remind you why exactly he was captain, and milk you for all you're worth. he'll run you dry and keep on going, as if he was young again. and sure, his legs burn, exhaustion nips at him, but fuck, he'll keep on making you cum inside his pussy if it means he'll have your kids.
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miguel-owhora · 2 months
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back on my bullshit, but thinking about mreader who's so big and broad, so tall and muscular, you're an absolute tank of a unit compared to the other guys. but despite your size, you're rather friendly, if a little air-headed at time. the other guys, specifically soap, nicknames you 'Bull' and somehow manages to change your codename to that on the system. mostly bc 1. you're big, and 2., he's seen you bodyslam people before and knock down doors just like that.
anyways, timeskip bc idk, i guess you're all in the common shower just... showering or drying up. the other guys are joking around, well, gaz is egging soap to bother ghost and price is exasperated. they've seen each other's dicks far too often to not worry about covering up, and any glances are pointedly ignored. up until this moment, no one has seen your dick, as you like to take private showers. but after one too many slips into the mud, well, price haggled you into the showers.
but these are your friends, your teammates, and you're not exactly insecure - or rather self-aware around them. you don't bat an eye when you step out of the stalls, drying up your hair with your towel. and it's the only towel you have on your body, which means that the other guys have a full view to your cock and ass.
and lord do they stare, literally getting whiplash with how fast they turn to look. it seems there's another reason why you're called Bull, because jesus, you're hung like one. all soft but still thick and long, balls heavy and firm, your ass hidden in a soft layer of hair that spreads between the middle and down your thighs and all over the rest of your body, fuck.
question is, would they ride you like a bull?
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miguel-owhora · 16 days
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thinking about miguel n mreader, where you're in an established relationship. except you're a little too obsessed with your husband and, eventually, spider-man... and of course, you don't know miguel is your friendly neighborhood spider-man.
kinda.
despite himself, miguel gets a little jealous of how obsessed you become with his alter ego. you begin to grow a steady collection of fan made merchandise: little figurines, tshirts, a blanket, photos, even a couple of plushies and socks. but still, miguel stays a dutiful and loving husband, and a dutiful arachnid hero, trying not to blow his cover.
...until one day you're fucking miguel and pull out a custom-made spider-man dildo, molded off miguel's dick, and say something along the lines of "you think our friendly neighborhood spider-man can take his own cock?" and miguels flustered and hes like "i - i dont know" and you lean down and pull out, instead pressing the head of the dildo against his puckering hole, grinning down at him, and say "let's find out"
and post-sex, miguel's all like "??? how the hell did you find out im sm" and you're like "you're my husband—of course i know everything about your life, even your secrets" and miguels both a little startled and definitely turned on by his overly obsessed husband :3
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miguel-owhora · 10 days
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i lied. anyways, have this small steven drabble :3
"Slow- ah! - down!" Despite Steven's attempts at getting you to slow down, you did anything but. Your claws gripped his knees to his chest, his pretty plump pussy on full display, and fuck, what a view it was. It stretched nicely around your cock, the sweet wet squelch sound bouncing off around his room as you all but fucked into him.
Not that he was complaining, of course not your little Steven. You knew he was a little slut, you knew it when you first met him, could feel his pheromones teasing you, fucking slut. The thought alone has you growling, sharp teeth clenched and drooling down your dark lip as you quickened the pace—somehow.
It ripped a loud squeal from Steven, who thrashed and cried out as he squirted, and your hold on him tightened as you pressed him deeper against the bed and deepened your thrusts. Your cock pounded into his sloppy cunt, ou could feel his gummy walls clenching around your cock, silently begging for your knot. Steven babbled underneath your larger form, his curly hair sticking to his scalp as he cried, so flushed and sweaty; you leaned down to lick at his tears. It was salty.
He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but all that came out was a sharp moan when you sharply jabbed your cock against his sweet spot. He looked exhausted—maybe getting fucked by a werewolf was what he needed to have a good night's rest.
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miguel-owhora · 11 days
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hngfhf thinking about steven sucking your dick 😵‍💫 he'd be so flustered and shy, but my god does he have a mouth on him. slowly wiggling his hips, side to side, his pussy leaking inside his pants as he mouths away at your balls. they're heavy and firm, and his mouth waters at the musk. letting his spit dribble down your length as he presses kisses to your balls, his hand wrapped around your cock and slowly jerking it off.
maybe he'll even make eye contact as he licks a flat stripe up your length, lick away at an angry vein and wrap his mouth around your cockhead. he'll look away after that, suddenly embarrassed and aware of what he's doing—until you reach down and card your fingers through his hair. curl them and gently scratch at his scalp, mutter a "good boy" underneath your breath and fuck, it has steven squeezing his thighs and slip into subspace.
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miguel-owhora · 14 days
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yk what, price/mreader but you just like to randomly hump him. not even in a sexual way, but he can be standing, drinking some coffee or going over reports, and you'll slide up behind him and hug him. and he becomes tense—nit because he doesn't like hugging, he does, especially if they're from you, but bc he doesn't know whether or not you'll hump him. it's a 50/50 chance. everytime he's startled when you just straight up hump him, and he's exasperated but also amused.
bonus points if you do it in front of the others. you do it so often no one bats an eye, if anything, they encourage you to go harder. ooooh ykw? if it's in an open space price will either 1. shrug you off him or 2. full on just flip you over his shoulder; you'll land on your back and wheeze out a laugh, warmth spreading to your cheeks and ears, and all around your chest when price peers down at you, and fuck if he doesn't look so good.
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miguel-owhora · 10 days
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thinking about price retiring and just becoming a big ol' bimbo. he's lived a life where he's had to put others first, where relaxation was a hard thing for him to wrap his head around.
so when he meets you and gets with you, he's a bit ashamed that he finds the 'bimbo life' appealing. not having to worry about any responsibilities, getting to be all pretty, it sounds nice and you're more than happy to indulge him.
he grows softer with time, wearing pretty panties and lingerie, and sending you lewd photos whenever you're busy at work. maybe he experiments with makeup, maybe he doesn't—he's still a pretty bimbo at the end of the day. a dutiful, pretty, housewife of a bimbo.
maybe he'll wear lipstick and mascara, and welcome you home with a blowjob. fuck, maybe he lets you fuck his throat until his lip is smeared and his mascara is streaking down his face.
oooh he'd get so whiny whenever you rip his panties off him to get to his pretty hole. but at the promise of you buying new and prettier panties for him, he'll quickly forget about it—it's easy to forget when he gets cockdrunk.
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miguel-owhora · 9 days
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jgngh thinking about jake lockley with a big dick!mreader :3333 hngfh he'd be running on adrenaline, just barely getting off his moon knight duties. maybe there's a couple splotches of drying blood on him, who knows.
point is, he has you cornered when he's on his knees and mouthing at your clothed cock, fuck. he can practically feel the warmth, feel how that girthy thing throbbed and twitched to life, pressing against your pants. he'll pull it down and wrap his gloved hand—newly changed just for this moment—around your cock. he'll press a kiss to your thick cockhead, smirk and pin you with his eyes as he enveloped your cock into his mouth.
he'll go slow and sensual, slowly bobbing his head and letting his tongue do the work. lick at your salty slit, at the pre that peaked through, at the angry vein running along the vein. as he goes deeper and down to the base, he'll let his jaw go slack to fit your girth.
he's definitely the type of guy to get off to you moaning, not to the actual sound but at the fact that you're moaning because he's making you. jake'll grab his cock through his pants and strokes himself through his pants, his eyebrows will furrow.
anyways, he'll pull off with a slick sound, licking at his lower lip. he'll jerk you off, force you to make eye contact if you look away. jake'll position his head next to your cock as he pumps your cock, with a sharp smirk plastered on his face.
"c'mon, fuck my throat." jake will challenge you, arrogant and mean. "and do your worse."
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miguel-owhora · 22 days
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a little miguel drabble bc im sad n horny :((
— subbot!miguel , domtop!mreader , creampie , implied size difference , breeding kink , miguel isn't spider-man in this world , spider-man!mreader, no dialogue, not beta read hmgh, listened 2 i bet on kosingndogs on reepat so ::333333
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Miguel feels as if he's suffocating, but in the best way possible. He's been forced onto his chest, his face pressing against the mattress as his mouth hangs open with small puffs and gasps escaping his mouth. Drool leaks from the corner of his mouth, his hair is damp and sticks to his forehead and skin, sweaty. The hair on his nape curls, and his fingers are gripping the sheets of the bed.
You're slotted between his thighs, body caging him in. You have him pinned between the bed and your chest, caging him in like some poor prey, and the thought makes him groan, makes him clench around your cock and curl his toes.
You've been fucking him for God knows how long, forced your way between his legs and ate him out until he began to squirt once, and twice, and thrice - far more than he's ever had considering squirting wasn't a thing he knew he could do up until a moment ago.
Ever since you were bitten, you've been insatiable. Miguel had been bemused when you grew, all long limbs and a fast metabolism, and he had been nothing but fond for his new beanpole of a husband. But that fondness quickly changed to something more sensual when you formed muscles and your shoulders began to grow broad, when it became easier for you to manhandle him into whatever position you both wanted, when you could eat him out for hours on end until he was forced to tap out, when you could fuck his pussy and fill it up with endless amounts of cum.
"Ah- shock!" Miguel moans out when his orgasm crashes over him, makes him bite down on his pillow and curl his toes even more, eyes glazed over. His cocklet throbs and his pussy spasms around your cock. You grunt, grip his hips, and plunge your cock into his cunt, jackrabbiting into him until you're pressing your cock as deep as it can go. Your cockhead presses a sloppy kiss to his cervix, length throbbing as you cum inside of him.
You're panting, sweaty and trembling limbs, slowly grinding into his pussy; talk about insatiable. Miguel feels like jello underneath you, fucked beyond relief, content to lay there and become your living fleshlight.
Miguel whimpers, weakly curses, when not a couple minutes later your cock is back to life and you're twitching your hips. You lean down and press a silent apology to his shoulder blade in the form of a loving kiss, and Miguel accepts your apology by weakly grinding back onto your cock, wondering if this'll be the day you knock him up.
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miguel-owhora · 2 months
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back on my viking au bullshit, but im changing it so gaz is your first - and willing - wife :3 his story is that he's the son of this nobleman in this village that you raided. at first you try to get his sister, but his father - and fuck that guy btw - trades gaz for her, and you find gaz way more prettier and happily accept.
at first gaz thinks you're cruel and a brute, that you'll hurt him and shit, and, well, he's not entirely wrong. you didn't become leader by being soft and kind, and though you can be rough amd temperamental at times, you make it a point to try and listen to gaz and respect his boundaries half of the time. that, along with delivering pretty objects to him from your latest raids, earn his affection and he becomes used to being your pretty wife, and eventually becomes numb to all the violence you bring if it means to keep your people strong and wife safe.
your latest gift surprises gaz. three men, all equally pretty and part of the british army, bounded and brought to him as gifts. gaz isn't you, he doesn't like how many people at your hands, but he usually ignores it because he's not there to witness it. but this time, these men's lives depend on him, and despite him not wanting any pets (as you call them) he accepts just to spare them of their deaths. that, and, well, it gets lonely at times when you're off on a mission overseas. maybe they can keep him company...
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miguel-owhora · 2 months
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thinking about price owning a couple of toys, ones that make him shake and squirt, ones that he uses to stretch himself open and gape his pretty hole. it's all fine and dandy until you stumble upon them - and though you have an established relationship with price, he's never told you about them - and so you decide to do something about them.
when you catch price all alone, you act as you usually do: tugging him close by his waist, letting your hand splay over his tummy and prodding at the pretty stretchmarks, leaning down to kiss his jawline as he gruffs about something, probably busy with finishing up a report or something. he smells of tobacco and his cologne and his rich musk - he smells familiar.
you kiss his neck and murmur, "you didn't tell me ya had your own toys, john," in a low murmur that could pass off as a subtle growl. you smile when you feel him stiffen and tighten your hold on him.
and after some back and forth, with price getting increasingly flustered, you tell him: "how about we go back and you show off your pretty toys for me... or, i'll throw them away." and though embarrassed, price is more than willing to show them off and put on a little private show for you.
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miguel-owhora · 20 days
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i lied.
alien!mreader who's like idk fucking big as hell, n who takes turns riding n milking peter n miguel for all they're worth :333
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miguel-owhora · 9 days
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Pls sir may I have some more Steven grant smut. I’ve been starved for many days and you are the only thing keeping me going.- ♌️
i need every moon knight to follow me n get me to 1k 🙏🔥
— 18+ , subbot!steven , domtop!mreader , anal sex , implied drug use (weed :3) , established relationship , sweet sex
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Maybe it's the weed in his system, but Steven swears he can feel every atom in your body melting with his. Or maybe it's the slow but deep thrusts against his prostate that's turning his brain to mush. Either way, it's a feeling that has him relaxed against his bed, feeling gooey and warm like a chocolate chip cookie fresh out the oven.
He feels you stop, abruptly, and makes a weak sound as he blinks from his thoughts to glance up at you. You're kneeling between his thighs, hands gripping them open with your cock nestled deep inside his hole. You're watching him, and he can't help but feel small.
"Wha's 'rong?" Steven slurs out, and he sees you take a deep breath before slowly rocking your hips. One particular thrust, your thick cockhead kissing his prostate, has him moaning just a tad bit louder with an arch of his back. He feels you lean closer to him, hunched over his body, your hand sliding from his thigh and up around his waist and around his back, to hold him closer. It raises Steven's hips off the bed, and gives you the opportunity to fuck him deeper.
"Nothin'," You murmured, tilting your head to press a sweet kiss to his jaw. You nestled your nose into his collarbone and breathed him in, his musk and sweetness, and give yourself a dare of licking his throat and then pressing another kiss to it. Steven all but crumbles in your hold, and you tighten it, holding him, supporting him, as he gave little toghr jerks as his pretty cock twitched and squirted out cum. It sprayed all over his belly, and he came with a teary moan, head thrown back, his ribcage peeking through his skin.
You traced it with your other hand and resisted the urge to bite it.
"Gorgeous," You murmur instead, and holding him tighter as you fucked him through his orgasm.
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miguel-owhora · 2 months
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cod - viking au; pt1
hardcore thinking about viking!mreader fucking his pretty wife gaz hgngh the size difference goes hard. like, viking!mreader is literally a whole foot taller than gaz, and outranks him in broadness alone. he's all big, all muscles and strength, whereas gaz is all lean and lithe.
i imagine that in the beginning, you'd probably starve gaz into obedience. without access to three meals a day, as opposed to his usual meals in his former village, gaz weakened and didn't have much of a chance to fight against you in the beginning. but ever since he became more 'willing', he's been rewarded with food and gained enough fat to become healthy again.
anyways, point is, you dwarf gaz - and anyone else - and gaz is definitely into it.
im just imagining a scene where one of the other boys, one of your pets, barges into your room on accident, midway through a special bonding time with your wife. and they just... stare, mortified but also turned on.
turned on at the sight of you hunched over gaz, your big cock bullied into his tight hole, nearly tearing him in half. gaz is all moans and squeals, trembling legs lazily resting on your shoulders as you pummel into him. your balls hang heavy and fat, smacking against his ass with every thrust, and there's a sliver of annoyance when you realize you have a one-man audience.
you don't stop, but you slow down, slowly thrusting into your sobbing wife as you face your pet with a look of annoyance on their face. and it takes a moment for them to remember why they barged into the room in the first place, too distracted by the idea how much they'd gape if you were to fuck them.
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miguel-owhora · 19 days
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yk what i find attractive? the minotaur. yep, that half man/half bull guy from greek mythology 🙏
just thinking about grabbing his horns and using them as handlebars whenever you fuck his mouth, hearing him gargle around your thick length or even when you're balls deep into his hole, your cum leaking out of his pretty puffy hole! feeling both amused and in awe that such a great and infamous beast is pliant underneath you, his heavy cock uselessly hanging between his legs. :333
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