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miguelswifey04 · 10 months

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ミ★ miguel o’hara likes you for awhile now and he can’t help himself around you. he comes to terms with his feelings for and he’ll make it known that he likes you. it is up to you if you’ll accept his feelings or reject him!

✧🜚 miguel o’hara tries to save you from you falling off a building from your demise as you were knocked unconscious by an anomaly. you quite literally pulled a gwen stacy on him.the mission goes south…will he be able to save you? it is up to you

𖨆𒊹︎ miguel o’hara is a very famous basketball player who plays for the webber’s for nueva york! you’re in a secret relationship with him as he keeps you away from the spotlight. you’re fed up with being kept as a secret so you talk to him about making the relationship exclusive. will he listen to you or not?

ఌꨄ miguel o’hara is a rich geneticist who works for alchemax and also a sugar daddy. he’s a billionaire so he’s loaded with $$$, and you’re just a broke college student desperate for money. miguel wants to spoil the perfect sugar baby as he’s very wealthy yet lonely. you come across his profile and both miguel and you click. you both decide to meet each other at a restaurant in NYC. what will happen next? will he make you his sugar baby?

☹︎㋛ miguel o’hara and you just lost your precious daughter, gabriella. miguel became cold and bitter even angrier and you became a recluse, a homebody. your marriage may be in thin ice…both of you heartbroken over the lost of your daughter. will miguel be able to open up to you or not?

🜸🜚 miguel o’hara is a famous actor where the whole world has his eyes on him. he’s an a-list celebrity and well you are an aspiring and upcoming actor. you debuted in your first ever movie with miguel o’hara. you’re his co-star. luckily to you, the movie did numbers and made you become quite famous. the lines of acting and reality blur, and you and him seem to actually fall for each other! what happens next? who makes the move first?

ミ★ hobie brown as your boyfriend! you’re the only non-spider person who knows about his secret, him being spider punk.

✫彡 pavitr prabhakar had saved you from a building collapsing on top of you and ever since then you and him have stayed connected. after awhile that friendship blossomed into a relationship where now you and him are dating.

ミ★ miles morales and you are childhood besties! you both share everything together even your silly little secrets. you both attend the same high school together, but one day you go to visit him at his dorm room. you knocked waiting for him to open up but you didn’t hear anything so you opened the door…unbeknownst to you-you find out he’s spider-man?!?! how will he react?? how will you react?!

✫彡 spider-man noir is a private investigator and well a spider-man. you’re his personal assistant who assists him in all his cases and missions during the 1930s. his goal is to fight the bad guys and the n*zis. will you get even closer to him over time or not??

ミ★ the spot had taken you hostage taking you to god knows where!? he may look like a fool but don’t underestimate him. he’s a super villain and sadistic in a way. he torments you and such. you try your best to escape him, as your mission failed. what will you do? what will he do to you? will you be able to evade him and defeat him once and for all??

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a/n: i take requests <3 much love 💗

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tuxebo · 10 months

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[ 🗯 : in this line of work, you always end up alone. ]

disclaimer: i cannot control if the characters act ooc in some responses, please rate them accordingly with the stars to prevent ooc responses as you continue.

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✧ — miles morales:

¹ VISITING YOUR FAVORITE SPIDER-MAN: (best friends to lovers + playdate energy) per your usual routine, you decide to visit your best friend and spend the day helping him fight crime on earth 1610.

² KISSES BEFORE DINNER: (uses of lipstick + mama rio almost catches you) you and miles were alone in his room, you on his lap as you peppered his face with kisses. not realizing how risky that was, mama rio snaps you out of the moment when she calls you to dinner.

³ FALLING ASLEEP ON CALL WITH YOUR IBF: (serious situationship? + long distance friendship) during a late night call, you decided to fall asleep on call together. as much as he'd rather hold you in his arms, this would do for now.

⁴ HE LEARNED TO RIDE A MOTORCYCLE: (established relationship + twin miles) you met your boyfriend through his twin. unlike you and his brother, miles was a goody-two-shoes so to impress you he decides to try something new.

✧ — miles morales (e42):

¹ PHOTO BOOTH KISSES: (fem! user + established relationship) some way, some how, you managed to get your boyfriend to go to a photo booth with you. deciding to take advantage of the situation, you pepper his face in kisses, leaving lipstick marks on his face.

✧ — miguel o'hara:

¹ YOU TEND TO GET INTO PETTY ARGUMENTS: (established relationship) you and your husband often find yourselves in petty disagreements. however, this time, he really pissed you off. your solution? taking your ring off.

² LYLA IS THE BEST WING-AI: (friends to lovers + lyla being a good wingwoman) miguel seemed to be the only one who didn't realize just how attached he was to you. in an attempt to get hq running back to normal, lyla calls you back to hq early.

✧ — hobart brown:

¹ KISSES THAT STING: (uses of lip plumper + established relationship) trying out a new plumper, you forgot to warn your boyfriend before giving him a kiss. now you have to explain why your lips sting and what the hell's a plumper.

² BIG BRO DUTIES: (platonic + siblings au) your brother has never had the best relationship with your parents and eventually he moved out as soon he could. as much as he didn't like them, he still cared deeply about you and decided it would be best to keep you safe in the form of his alter ego.

³ WORLDS APART: (platonic or romantic) hobie may not have a means to get to your world, but he'll find away if it means helping you. when he finds out miguel and the spider-society didn't send back up when you needed it, he does just that.

⁴ ANOTHER POINT FOR SPIDER-MAN: (enemies to lovers + hero!hobie x enemy!user) hobie was indifferent to the trivial crimes you committed but once he realized how desperate the police were to catch you, his interest was peaked.

✧ — gwen stacy:

¹ YOUR EARTH WAS ERASED: (best friends to lovers + comfort) you and gwen quickly became best friends after she joined the spider society. such close friend that she had the tendency to come into the room you had at HQ unannounced. one day, she barged in at the wrong time and finds you crying over the earth you lost.

² KISSES ARE ALWAYS THE SOLUTION: (established relationship) while helping gwen with her makeup, you accidentally apply too much lipstick. the only reasonable solution is kissing her so it transfers— obviously.

✧ — spider-man noir:

¹ CHESS AND EGG CREAMS: (enemies to lovers) finally, after years of searching for you, peter was able to get you to fall into a trap he crafted so carefully for you. now that you're here, why not play a little game?

² EASING A DETECTIVE OF HIS STRESS: (detective!peter x bartender!user) you couldn't help but notice that the detective that frequents your clubs has been particularly stressed lately. it wouldn't hurt to start with a drink on the house to relieve that stress.

✧ — jonathan ohnn (the spot):

¹ BEING THE SPOT HAS ITS PROS AND CONS: (established relationship) you are one of the only people who doesn't find your boyfriend's new form appalling. but that doesn't mean it's any less scare when his head pokes through holes in the walls.

✧ — benjamin reilly:

¹ WORKOUT ASSISTANCE: (established relationship + ben has such himbo energy and i live for it) it's no secret your boyfriend is a BIG fan of exercise, doing so all around your shared apartment. and the last time i checked, staring is no crime.

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jk66m · 10 months

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𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒₊˚❀₊˚.

— 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

How the men of the Spiderverse ask you to be their date for prom. Based on this request.

paring: Hobie Brown × Fem!Reader, Spider Noir (he's 19 y'all) × Fem!Reader, Miles Morales (earth 1610) × Fem!Reader

genre: Fluffy drabbles & headcanons, SFW

notes: For this headcannon I will mainly focus on teens and younger characters as they are closer to the age range for prom.

*ೃ༄ 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐢𝐫

Noir is old fashioned, so he will definitely be the type to pull out a bouquet of roses, a romantic letter, and maybe even a box of chocolate for his promposal. He will ask you directly as he thinks it shows his sincerity and love for you more (and he also thinks that it is not proper to ask someone indirectly for an event as grand as this).

"Ah thank you for escorting me home tonight Peter," you said sweetly as you walked the final steps of the staircase to your apartment complex.

Peter nodded, silently trailing behind you. It is midnight, a dangerous time for young high school girls such as yourself to roam around the streets (albeit you are eighteen and an official adult, he does not trust men).

"So, I will just go in now," you pointed towards the door, "I will see you next weekend."

"Wait," he suddenly stops you.

Peter pulls out from his coat pocket an envelope and from behind his back a bouquet of fresh red roses.

"Would you be my date?"

You gasp. "Why of course Peter!"

You jump into his strong arms and he swings you around.

Once you are put on the floor again, you peck him on the lips to which he responds passionately, gnawing your tender flesh and hands all over your body.

His touches are ticklish. Your sounds of laughter resonates through the building, and Peter chuckles along with you.

You suddenly stop, seemingly realizing something.

"Wait, how did I not notice you got a whole bouquet of roses right behind you?"

Peter looks away.

"Um... that does not matter."

♱‧₊˚ 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧

Hobie would ask you out in confidence and style. He will plan a surprise for you for his promposal, and it will be extremely prepared and ready. He is not exactly the lovey-dovey type but he has a way with words and that pulls you in.

"Oh what is this?" You asked yourself as you entered your apartment.

The space is decorated strings strings of lights in the ceilings and a path of scattered rose petals leading to the kitchen — all obviously the works of your boyfriend Hobie.

"Hmm..?”

You follow the path into the room to a wall with a blue note taped to it.

"Go to the study room," you read, "Oh," You notice something.

Below the note on the desktop you see a small box wrapped in patterned paper. You quickly open it.

In it, contains a brand new copy of the ring that you had lost on your first date with Hobie. You had told him it is an important item left by your mother, you did not expect him to actually remember it.

"Oh my god."

The heartfelt present roused your interest for what would come next, and you quickly follow the clue and goes into the study room.

You arrive in front of your office table and sees a yellow note taped to it with a red box placed beside it.

You open it, and pick up a phone decorated in stylish stickers.

Examining the work more closely, you take notice of the additional buttons and pieces cleverly induced into it, probably made for applications of sorts that normal phones could not achieve.

Chest filled with happiness, you grab the note and reads out the next clue.

"Go to the bedroom."

You do so contently.

On your bed scatters a variety of bags and boxes of snacks that you love. Against the headboards sits a cardboard sign with words written in colored marker: ___ would you go to prom with me?

A large cut-out arrow below the text points towards the balcony, and you scream as you noticed who is there.

Hobie, dressed in posh couture, stood cross-legged leaning against the railings. He has a bouquet of flowers in his hand, seemingly freshly picked.

"Since when did you get in here?"

You went to hug him, and he pulls you closer for a peck on the forehead.

"Not too long ago."

"You surprised me."

"I know."

He kisses you again on the lips this time, passionately.

"So what's the answer huh?" He murmured against you, "I prepared so much for this."

"It's a yes, obviously."

“…Hmm I want to celebrate this, with something more physical."

You give him a look, and he stares at you right back mischievously.

"Come on, is your acceptance not worth celebrating?”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬

Miles would be so adorable when asking you out, like he will be dressed up in his best shirts and kicks, and would definitely be the type to be nervously knocking on your door. He thought about asking you on text before because he knows he will probably be super nervous, but he feel like that will show that he is not sincere, so he asked you in person instead. He's awkward, but in a cute way where you just could not reject him.

Maybe he should go. Maybe he should head back, lay back onto the comfort of his bed, and just take his time to make a well-written text message to ask you out.

But he is already at the steps of your door. He has flowers and gifts. And he knows you would not be satisfied with just a text. (who would?)

He rings the bell once more.

Miles only realizes how heartdropping it is to ask someone to prom just now. His heart is thumping, his belly is flipping, and despite years of athletic building as Spider-Man, his legs felt like two wobbly sticks of clumpy jello.

The door opens. His breath stops.

"Who are you?"

A man appears in the doorway, looking at him up and down.

"Um, I am here for ___,” Miles reports.

The man nods and turns back and calls out your name.

You quickly run down the staircase and meets Miles on the steps.

"Would you like to go to prom with me?"

He hands you the flowers and the card and the chocolates.

You look at him in a daze.

"I-um of course."

You watch the edges of Miles's lips slowly grow upwards.

"Nice."

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l0sercat · 10 months

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Ok stay w me on this being spider noirs vision of black cat and your his suspect so he trys to corner you at a bar dance thingy and it’s just the reader teasing him

Ooooo I like how you think 😏 Also I don't know much about Black Cat 😅 I don't know if this is more fem or neutral so I'll tag both but please correct me!

Spider Noir x Black Cat! Reader

Spider Noir was following you the whole night. You were going everywhere it's a wonder how you can just blend in. You went into a bar so he thought it would be perfect to finally corner and catch you.

He made his way into the bar and ignored the stares he got. All he was here for was you, you were the main suspect in a crime he was solving. He needed to question you but you are really hard to catch.

He makes his way through the dancing drunks and saw you at the bar. He sits in the stool next to you and orders whiskey. You glance at him and look away and then looked again to process the fact that Spiderman is next to you. He lifted his mask to where his lips only showed and took a sip.

He glanced at your surprised face morph into a amused one. Your lips curled into a smirk and you placed your chin in your hand. Spider Noir pulls down his mask after finishing his drink and pays. He then fully turned to face you and opened his mouth to speak but you interrupted him.

"So what's a handsome man like you following around a woman like me?" You asked. He stared at you and let out an exasperated sigh. "Where were you the night of December 7 of this year?" He asked. You let out a dramatic gasp "Your not supposed to be in a woman's business y'know? It's quite rude have you never been taught manners?" You said grinning

His eye twitched in annoyance and he persisted on asking questions. But you keep on avoiding them and just flirt with him. "So for our next date how about you take me to a nice restaurant instead of this cheap place I feel like a prostitute" you lean in closer and drop your voice to a whisper "If you really want to know then come with me to my place" You winked and leaned back.

He sighed for the umpteenth time and stood up. "Well if your going to be no help-" he started. Your eyes widened slightly and cut him off and stood up as well. You leaned into his ear and whispered "If you really want to know meet me on the roof" you then exited the building.

He soon followed suit and went on the roof. He saw you there and let out a cough causing you to look at him with a smile. "How romantic of you to take me to a rooftop, what are you gonna do? Have your way with me?" You say and make your way towards him. "Look I came here for information about the murder that happened if you don't have any then we're done here" he backs up and stands straight.

"Aw come on can't we have a little fun first..." You pout and he rolls his eyes "No because I don't have time for it" "Guys are always impatient with foreplay..." You mumble "Fine if you take me on a nice dinner date or maybe even a rooftop date then I'll tell you everything you need to know" you smirk at him. He ponders for a moment and then shakes his head. "I'll take you on one date and then after it your going to tell me everything I need to know" he said glaring "Yes sir" you said and winked at him before leaping off the roof and disappearing into the night. Leaving him to question his sanity and patience.

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festering-bacteria · 1 year

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Reworked some of my redesigns, forgor to post them when I made them so here they are now :3

#art #miraculous ladybug #ml rewrite #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #cat noir #Nino lahiffe #carapace #alya cesaire #rena rouge #chloe bourgeois #queen bee ml #these are so much better than my older ones lol #ESPECIALLY Rena I hate my old Rena rouge design #I tried to have queen bee’s costume kinda mimic ladybug’s #since Chloe is a big fan of ladybug n all that #miraculous redesign

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messylustt · 7 months

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v.07.10.23 day four: thigh riding ( nsfw )

spider noir brainrot

noir’s always busy. but your needy pussy is just far too wet to leave him alone. he’s a polite man, always such a gentleman to you. but as you crawl across the bed and over to where he’s seated at his desk, and the way that you eye him, tracing your finger along his collarbone, his shirt loose and lazy, his ‘respectfulness’ falters. he hates tending to you when his focus isn’t entirely on you. even if you’ve stated that you don’t mind, he wants to take care of you in a way that puts you first. it’s sweet, but right now the concept ‘sweet’ isn’t exactly radiating off him. “keep working, it’s fine.” you murmur as you straddle his thigh. “i can just use this.” then you begin to grind your hips, slowly at first. his hands fly towards your waist and you think that he’s going to stop you, but he instead begins to move you, making your pussy lips drag against his pants. he doesn’t want you doing the work. if you’re gonna use his leg to get off then he’s in the right to control your movements. your whimpers stutter. “i can just do it — ” you try, knowing he’s busy, but in response he pushes his leg higher up into your cunt making your words cut short. “you’re gonna make my pants all wet...” noir murmurs, but there’s no protest in his actions. making you rut against him quicker, his lips parting as he feels your heat rub along his thigh. though he’s a respectable man, sometimes all he wants is to see you pathetically getting off on him.

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frickingnerd · 1 year

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dating adrien agreste

pairing: adrien agreste / chat noir x gn!reader

tags: fluff, established relationship, mentions of gabriel hating you, identity reveal, mention of jealousy, pet names

if you're dating adrien, be prepared for gabriel to absolutely hate you

since you're trying to encourage his son to do the things he enjoys and to be himself, you'll often get into arguments with gabriel

he'll probably even encourage adrien to break up with you, which leads to you and adrien only dating each other in secret

adrien is often sneaking out to visit you, more than often even as chat noir, despite you not knowing his identity by that point

oftentimes he'll detransform in a back alley and visit you as adrien, but when he doesn't have much time, he'll pay you a visit as chat noir!

sometimes he'll slip into his chat noir persona when he's visiting you as adrien, even before he reveals his identity to you

you'll probably just think he's being playful that day, until he eventually lets the cat out of the bag and reveals to you that he is chat noir

(but you really have to promise him to never tell anyone about it or ladybug is going to kill him if she finds out he told you he's chat noir–)

plagg is going to absolutely love you! he already heard so much about you from adrien and he always tries to help him out with you!

if you're dating adrien, he's going to give you some very sweet nicknames like my love, angel or beautiful

and as chat noir, he's going to call you princess or mouse

though once you know about his secret identity, he sometimes switches up the nicknames and calls you princess as adrien or my love as chat noir

you're sometimes surprised that adrien and chat noir are the same person, given how different they tend to act

adrien isn't very jealous – or at least he doesn't show it – but chat noir always steps in when he sees another boy talking to you

but both adrien and chat noir have one thing in common – they are very protective of you!

adrien has seen so much evil as chat noir, that he simply can't ignore it, even as a civilian

every time there's an akuma attack, he's making sure you are safe – whether he is adrien or chat noir at that moment!

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spider999sposts · 10 months

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Rapture — Miguel O'Hara

🕸synopsis: miguel's powers come with consequences, ones that only you can handle.

🕸warning: filthy smut. lots of biting, fangs and claws. I won't spoil more than this.

🕸tags: fem!reader × Miguel O'Hara

🕸authors note: not proof read. I wrote this at 5 am instead of going to bed.

Miguel's powers always freaked you out a little bit.

He was one of the most power—if not the most powerful of the other spidermen in the Spider-Soceity. The radioactive spider that bit him was not like the rest. Yes, he had the agility and strength of the rest, he had organic webs like some of his variants, but something you've always been curious about was his fangs and his claws.

There were jokes running around the HQ that he was bit by a radioactive cat instead, and at how animalistic he got when he was angry. And while that was true, there was a side to him no one knew about but you.

Once a month, the same occurance. You've gotten used to it, but the first time it happened, you never expected it to be this way.

You had went back to your universe earlier than usual, a little too tired to keep handling missions for the day. You had not taken a break in so long, so you thought it would be okay to log out for just a day. You sent Miguel an alert that you'll be out of the office for a day, but he did not reject nor did he accept. You weren't going to wait around so you decided against your better judgment and just went home.

The first thing you did was get into the bathtub. You needed to relax, you've been overworking yourself, fighting off anomalies in other universes, filling stacks of paper work, helping out with malfunctioning machines. You were doing so many jobs that you forgot to pass by the cafeteria sometimes. Even Miguel was telling you to not burn yourself out.

Unknown to you though, that as soon as you walked into your bathroom, your gizmo went off.

Alot.

A flood of calls and alerts and notifications. Miguel was trying to get ahold of you in any way he could. You were unaware of it, but back at HQ, stuff was getting hectic.

And not in the regular sense.

"Uh, boss, your heart rate.."

"¡Chingado!" He gripped the desk, his fangs were protruding. There was nothing that stupid vile of the Rapture drug could do now. "¿A dónde fuiste?"

[Fuck, where did you go?]

"Um, back home." LYLA mumbled, zapping infront of him. "Boss, maybe you should just—"

"Open a portal to universe 9897." He grumbled lowly. "Tell everyone I'm out of office for the day. For two days." LYLA just nodded, avoiding his gaze and opening a portal just as he demanded. It was better not to even tease him in this state.

Back in your bath, you were enjoying the relaxing music you'd put on, and taking in the smell of vanilla coming from the bath water.

Then you heard something crash into your window. Startled, you jump out of the water, the water splashed onto the ceramic as you scrambled to cover yourself with a towel. Once you had it wrapped tightly around you, you ran out, expecting some kind of villian to have broken into your home. Instead, the sight infront of you was not the one you expected.

Miguel had crashed into your balcony window, evident by the cracks and breaks on the glass. It seemed like he was launched queit powerfully into your universe by the portal, but still, it was odd how he did not compose himself like he usually did. He just let himself crash into your window. He'd let himself in as well, which was odd, since you had the balcony door locked after you'd used it to enter. What you couldn't see, were the large claw marks that slashed the lock and door handel from outside.

Moreover, Miguel -himself- was a strange sight. Chest heaving, yet he breathed slowly. His body trembled. His talons cut through the molecular fabric of his suit, and the way he held himself was odd. He stood up straight, stiff like a board. He did not speak, but you could hear a low, deep growling noise.

"Back so soon? Did something happen at—"

"Why aren't you picking up.."

You glanced at your gizmo. It was vibrating with notifications still, but now they're from LYLA. "I–I was taking a bath." You replied, hesitant. His mask evaporated from his head, revealing his face. "Did something happen, Miguel? Did you need my help? I'm sorry, I needed a break and I didn't—"

He raised his head, and that's when you realised something was very off.

Nothing was wrong with HQ. Something was wrong with Miguel.

The darkness of your living room contrasted with the light coming out from the yellow street lights. His eyes were a dark shade of crimson, a mix of emotions swirled through his irsis. Ones that you couldn't put your finger on. His eyebrows were knit tight, his jaw clenched shut.

"Miguel?"

He was holding himself together by a thread. He knew he wouldn't have to in a minute, but he did not want to scare you, or rather, he couldn't really move. The sight of you in that little towel, your wet hair. The droplets of water making their way from your neck to your collar bone, or that extremly, sweet and strong scent that he got a whiff off from the balcony. It drove him mad, it made his body heat up more than it already has.

But oh, when you moved towards him, he could feel his knees tremble. Everything in his body wanted him to pounce on you, to take you until you were a crying, trembling, babbling mess underneath his weight. His mind was telling him to be rational and wait. He did not want to force this upon you.

"Miguel, are you okay?" Your hand touched his forehead, and he let out a loud groan. That vanilla scent was making him high. He was getting drunk off of your scent alone. The buldge in his suit was becoming painfully sore. "You're burning up, you need to sit—"

"No." He rasped out, his hand wrapping tightly around your wrist. "I need you."

"Need me—"

"I need to touch you. Or I'm going to lose my mind."

"Has it been that stressful at work–"

"It is not work."

That's when you noticed it. Between his dark eyes, his long claws or his thick fangs. That look in his eyes was that of a man who was in a dire need of being touched. His life depended on it. You found yourself nodding, you've lost your words once you've taken a glimpse at his fangs. Miguel didn't wait, his arms hooked around your waist, as he pressed his entire body against yours and pushed you against your wall. You hit your head slightly, but before you could even register the pain, he was kissing you. He'd never kissed you like this before. His tounge forced itself into your mouth, and you let him, not fighting for dominance as you would sometimes. There was no point in trying to assert yourself over him in this state.

"Me estoy volviendo loco.." He mumbled, catching your lips in another kiss, breaking it just to bite on your lower lip. "We can't do this on the wall." He grumbled, sounding inconvenienced. He crashed his mouth to yours again as he led you to your bedroom door. He wrapped his hand around the handel and pushed, the door flew open, but the door handel came out in his hands. "My land lord is going to—" You were pushed onto your bed, and it was now that you realised your towel was no where to be found. You were bare naked underneath a feral, irritated, 6'9 man in heat. Miguel took off his gizmo, his entire suit dissipating as soon as he threw the watch away. It looked like that relieved his sorness a little. He got ontop of you, his hips locking yours in place, his arms on both sides of your head. His eyes glanced at your body for a moment, and an animalistic growl irrupted out of his chest. He leaned down to your neck, his fangs grazing against the space between your neck and shoulder blade. A loud squeal was the noise you made when you felt his teeth sink into the delicate skin, breaking it to the point where the puncture wounds drew blood. His tounge swished around the area multiple times, collecting any liquid that might've escaped.

"Miguel.." You whimpered. He bit into your neck, alot. Each time made you more and more lightheaded. His talons were grazing against your sides. His palms felt big, and rough against the soft skin of your tummy. He ran his hands across your sides before resting one of them on your chest, squeezing the plushy parts of you. He kneaded your breasts, before taking one of them into his mouth, sucking and lapping at your nipples like a starved animal. His eyes never left yours, that man got off just from the faces and sounds you made.

"You smell good." He moved his mouth to your other breast, "I showered with a vanilla scented—"

"That's not what I meant."

Your eyes widened at the sensation. His fingers circled your entrance. He collected the liquid on his fingers, and put them in his mouth. His eyes changed from crimson to bright red, and then back to crimson again. "You taste even better." He was getting impatient. Miguel threw your legs over her broad shoulders, and pulled you up, his nose poking against your clit. "Miguel, wait—" He was not listening. His mouth came in contact with your lips, his fangs poking your folds, his tounge licking and twirling at your bundle of nerves. "Wait, I'm going to—"

"Don't you dare." His voice was hoarse, he spoke against your thigh, sending vibrations up your legs. "Not until I say you can."

"But—"

"I've had enough of this." He doesn't let go of your legs. He falls next to you on the bed, pulling you on top of him. You're launched forward, putting both of your hands on his chest to stabilise yourself. "What...what do you want me to do?" Your head was spinning and you could not focus on anything but that burning sensation in the core of your stomach. A pit has started to form when he touched you, and now it was an ever-growing bomb about to explode.

Miguel's more playful nature shone through, as he said one word.

"Ride."

If your face was not flushed from earlier activities, it was now. Miguel always liked being the one on top, always. So why the change?

"I want to see your face." came his answer, as if he was reading your mind. "Get on with it." He slapped your thigh, and you nodded, lining yourself up with him.

It wasn't hard, he was rock solid. His tip was the same shade as his eyes.

You lowered yourself onto him, and the sound Miguel made made you unable to move. A growl so guttural, so loud, that you felt the entire bed shake. You started to move slowly, trying to push all the way in. "You're too big, Miguel, I—"

"—You'll take it, mi amor."

He pushed himself up, and you arched your back. Miguel held your arms up, surprised you so you wouldn't fall. Just the feeling of being filled up was enough to make you feel like you were going to burst. Your lips quivered as you tried saying his name. "What is it, preciosa?" He hummed, thrusting upwards. Your arms gave out, he held you. "Can't take it?"

"You—I can't—"

"You will." He kissed you, before laying back down. You realised he was being dead serious, and if you didn't do as he asked, he was going to make this so much harder on you.

You rocked your hips, and Miguel's hands instantly dug into your thighs, his talons pressing against you. The sting from their sharpness was not painful, if anything it made this all the more erotic. "Mi querida, estás haciendo el bien..." Miguel's eyes were fluttering, each time you moved, he would let out a moan or a groan, or a string of Spanish words you couldn't decipher. His hand found your rear, slapping it, telling you to go 'Faster'. You did as he asked.

That didn't seem enough.

He dropped you underneath him, holding both your hands above your head as his thrusts became faster than anything you've experienced before. He was going inhumanly fast. You grabbed onto his hair, tugging at his brown tufts. "Miguel, Please, I'm going to—" He nodded, slamming harder onto you, like your words only encouraged him. "Te aprietas, amor." He croaked out, "Quieres tener mis bebés, ¿no?"

"Miguel, I—" Your nails dug into his back, and your eyes shut tight as you reached the highest of highs.

Miguel didn't stop. He kept thrusting faster, until you felt a hot liquid fill you up. When he pulled out, you were already too exhausted to say anything, overstimulated in all the best ways.

When you looked at him, he looked a little more satisfied than he was when he came in.

Then you noticed it.

His tip was as red and angry as it was before you did any of this.

"Miguel—"

"You didn't think we were done, did you?" He purred, pulling you in again.

"But I'm—"

"I don't want to hear it."

It was going to be a long night for you.

----

What hour was it now? You could hear the birds chirping outside. You were on your fifth —No, sixth round now.

Miguel had gotten calmer after the third round, but he was just enjoying himself now. Your entire body had markings on it. There were more punctures from his fangs on your inner thigh and neck. Your nipples were sore from his sucking, and you could not for the life of you conjure up one word. He fucked all the letters out of you. You were a mumbling, tearful mess under this man. The pleasure he made you feel is one that no one could ever replicate. Not that Miguel will let them anyway.

His tounge sucked off your mixed liquids from your entrance, he'd filled you up a couple of times now. This was his method of 'cleaning' you up. But you knew him better, he loved the way you tasted.

"There.." He was out of breath, his stamina seemed to have worn out now. He moved next to you, pulling you into his chest. His hand ran through your hair, untangling it. "You took me so well." He hummed, wiping the few tear drops on your cheek. "I might've went a little overboard. Lo siento, gorgeous."

He did not sound sorry, he did not look sorry. He definitely did not regret any of this.

" 'tis okay." You replied weakly, "Are..you better?"

"Yes." He mumbled, "It's just this thing that comes to me. Rapture does nothing to stop it. I usually handel it myself, but now that I have you.." He chuckled darkly, "We can make this our little routine, every month."

"Mm'kay.."

He chuckled. "You'll get used to it." Miguel kissed the top of your head. "I'll get the bath ready for us."

"How sweet of you." You reply sarcastically.

"Watch the attitude," He grinned, that hungry look never really left his eyes. "Or I'm going to fuck that out of you."

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Just found your Noir content. Glad someone is writing for him. Noir and breeding kink? Been thinking about Noir fucking me in a mating press ever since he attacked Starlight in season 2. He can hold me down and choke me out like that any day.

MINORS DNI 18+

babe that fuckin mating press goes hard doesn’t it? goddamnnnnn. noir putting you in a mating press <333that whole thing with starlight was fuckin crazy i was clawing the walls

Rough grunts expel from BLACK NOIR’s nose with each sharp thrust, plowing into you from the angle the position provides. Folded up over yourself with no regard to your comfort, he’s got you bunched up in a way that pleases him. Heavy body leans over you, harsh hands on the backs of your thighs keeping you good and spread from him. You’ve certainly gotten more flexible since you’ve started fucking him. The edges of his armor dig into you, but you can’t even register it over the overwhelming sensation of being filled. Fat cock drives into you at a reckless pace, forcing air from your lungs as if its piston defines your diaphragm’s every move. You can barely breathe from being crushed.

There’s something different about his angle, not only is it mind-bending, tremors wracking through your body as your eyes roll so far back in your head they ache, but it’s the way he handles it. Grabbing you like he owns you, redirecting your body in any way he desires, muscling you into submitting underneath him so he can fuck your hole in peace when you squirm too much. Your cervix gets kissed by his tip occasionally, but he wants you to be still and take it. For his dick? You’ll do anything.

You let him mate with you. The way he’s fucking you reminds you of an animal. Pinning you down as if you’ll escape at your first chance, growls escaping him, possessively filling up your cunt with the wet sounds of a cock finding its home. Usually, you’re the dirty talker in the bedroom, but he’s effectively silenced you, yanking you into his bucks with his firm hold on your thighs.

It used to be difficult to tell what he’s thinking, but he can’t be more clear now. The stutter in his hips is a dead giveaway to his impending load, and usually this would be the point in which he’d pull out and fist his cock to cum on you. Stomach, face, ass, he loved to paint you. Instead, he’s keeping it in, not only that but he’s still moving. Like he wants to fuck a baby in you.

“Noir— Noir!” you scold, but he continues. Swollen cock bullying your insides as it twitches with need to cum. “Don’t you— don’t you dare—“ you’re able to get the words out, concentrating hard on forming a sentence when your brain is so empty. The idea of him cumming in you is appealing, but you don’t know how Supes work. You’ve never had that conversation with him. What if he’s not sterile?

Lips slot against your ear, and if you weren’t mistaken, you could’ve sworn they form and mouth the word “baby.”

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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to celebrate this blog's monthsary, i have a lil gift for y'all :D hoping y'all love it, and hoping i'll see you guys more on my blog! cheers (✿◕‿◕✿)

celebrating your monthsary with them

miles morales 1610

oh, to say he'd been anxious for this day was an understatement; he was both happy, excited, nervous, kinda sick in his stomach as he realizes it's been around 30 whole days since you agreed to be with him. 30 whole days. usually, from what he's heard and seen, not a lot of high school romances go on after 14 days, 21 if they really wanted to push it--and to see that you still loved him the same way he loved you, even as he constantly falls for you more and more everyday... man, oh man, do you put butterflies in his stomach.

he went all out this time and stayed up the whole night painting something for you. i like to think miles hasn't traditionally painted on canvas and with paintbrushes for a hot minute, so he kinda was stumped when he realized that he would have to refresh himself on how to do it; but it was for you, so of course, he'd make it perfect and made it scream: 'i'm in love with you, please, never forget that my love for you is here. it'll only get better from here on out as long as i'm with you'.

when he handed the painting to you, he looked disheveled and tired, but he smiled widely as he handed it to you. he used graffiti on some parts because he knows how passionate you are about it just as he is--that's another reason he wanted to be with you in the first place, you understood him and love him and his passions as well. he painted all your favorite things on it, scenes of his favorite memories with you, as if the photos themselves were placed on the painting... he thought of you the whole time he made this.

"happy monthsary, love. sorry, i know i sound so corny right now... but i just really, really love you and... and i wanna keep loving you, every day, week, month, year--every lifetime after this."

miles morales 42

like his counterpart, he would have been a little skeptical at how long you've been with him--how come you haven't gotten tired of being with the same boy every day? how do you still find room in your heart to think of him as someone special? how come you still light up his world every single time he looks at you, sees you smile, and feels you hold on to him? ...you've got him questioning how long he can keep being in this paradise with you and being so damn smitten with you in every way possible.

he hasn't felt such a warm and meaningful connection with someone he truly adores for the longest time–and he wants to let you know you are the most important person in his life apart from his mom and uncle aaron.

i think he'd take you out on a date, and that'd be a total shocker to you since usually, miles hates going out when it's not discussed between you two in advanced; but this time is different, this time marks the beginning of a new month for you two, a new beginning in your relationship as you continue to be with him despite how difficult he can get.

he shows up at your doorstep with lilacs wrapped in a pretty bouquet, and looking at you with such soft eyes and an adoring smile on his face, he mutters a thank you for being with him for this long; for remaining humble and kind towards him even if he can be a handful all the time.

"happy monthsary, mi cielo. i might sound like a total dork right now, but... i love you. and i keep finding myself falling for you over and over and over again whenever i see you, hear you, and feel you close to me. i promise, i will never make you feel lonely or sad, so long as you'll let me. because... i really love you."

gwen stacy

you have given gwen so much relief over the time that you were there for her before you two got together, and albeit she was extremely nervous and anxious about being your girlfriend and opening her heart up again to someone near and dear to her heart, she truly cherishes you and is beyond grateful that you never changed her or forced her to bury that fear just to feel like everything's okay.

she will admit that she often feels scared and that breaking up would be good for the both of you, but she also feels like she wouldn't be the same without you. you've changed her life for the better in so many ways, she doesn't really wanna leave you, instead, she wants to protect you and make sure you're safe–but actually, you end up doing that for her, too.

she's eternally grateful for you since, in your own ordinary, little ways–without even knowing it sometimes–you save gwen time and time again from her own insecurities and self-doubt; and as you stay with her for a whole month, never once neglecting her or her needs, she feels more reassured that you do love her, that she is doing okay, and that you wouldn't just leave her out of the blue.

she'd show her appreciation by sitting with you under the stars in a spot in the park or by a more secluded area only you two know about and just... admire you as you're admiring the stars, and eventually her when you feel her gaze on you.

"i don't know what i did to deserve you coming into my life, i know i messed up a lot in the past, but... maybe the universe is kinder to me this time. maybe i can love without having to think anything bad'll happen, and... i always want that person to receive all my love to be you, and only you."

pavitr prabhakar

he'd actually keep count of all the days you two have been together; like, every day you are with him is never erased from his mind. i think pav would have amazing memory, and actually, there's never a day that went by for the past month that didn't have you two in it. be it the good and the bad, the calm and the chaotic, you two are always together, and he can recall each and every thing, great and small, that made him feel happy with you.

though he says being spider man is easy for him, loving you is much easier. it comes to him like how breathing comes to him, it feels natural, not forced, and like it was always meant to happen for him to feel like he's really living, that he's alive.

your love gives him more of a reason to keep trying as spider man as pavitr, even though you had only been with him for a month, he can picture living every day for the rest of his life with you. i think what he'd do to express that would be through him whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he holds you close as you two are bonding at his place or yours--just in each others' company.

"i can't believe i'm literally the coolest guy in all of mumbattan, but i'm dating the one person who makes me feel like all of this is worthwhile; that it all means something to be... me, and it's to be with you. thank you, love, for being my purpose. you'll always be my purpose every day."

hobie brown

now hobie doesn't like labels, but... he is quite a sentimental guy, believe it or not. when he realized today was the exact day you two agreed to be reciprocate each others' feelings, he felt a little tingly about it, a little warm, a little fuzzy, a little... well, a whole lot actually, a whole lot brighter about what's to come in the future.

hobie wants you to know, even though he tries to express it so many times over the 30-ish days you two have been together, that he loves you not only for how you look, how you smile, how you fight, how you speak, how you laugh, how you do everything... but also how you've grown on him, how you've practically become his everything.

he's a very chill and low-key guy, but he really wants you to know that even without a label, you're not just "somebody" to him. so, he's been collecting small mementos of scraps from battles, sanded them down, and polished them to look prettier and... made you a promise bracelet.

"now, i know i said i don't believe in consistency, but you're the sole exception, love. this bracelet i made for you, it... it means more than what words will allow. it'll hold all the promises i've ever made you and will continue to make, and every time i'll see it on you, you'd best believe i'll make them all come true. such as this one i'm about to make right now: to love you forever and ever, in an inconsistently consistent way, just the way you love it."

miguel o'hara

he didn't realize it had been a whole month since he admitted to you that you've been the only one he's loved for the longest time. it actually scares him a little, how no universe has collapsed ever since you agreed to date him, almost as if... this was supposed to happen; he was allowed to love you.

the thought of you loving him also scares him a bit, knowing that he can be scary and intimidating a lot of the time, he hopes you never felt the urge to hide from him or leave him be; he hates to admit this, but he can't be himself when you're not around. you have provided him with so much relief from all the pain and sorrow he's experienced for the longest time, and to lose you would... it would be like losing everything he's worked so hard to keep.

your love is worthwhile to him, a warm, nurturing, humble kind of love that he is scared to lose. you try to reassure him all the time that he deserves it, and he still struggles to believe you, but seeing as how you've kept loving him for a whole month and never left him once... he wants to thank you for it.

he doesn't exactly have a fancy gesture for it, other than create a whole ass ring for you that acts like his watch. he wants you to know that with this ring, he is just one call away. he wishes he gave this to you the moment you said yes to him, but better late than never, no? he can feel himself crumbling as he fumbles over his words, just kinda hoping that... you'll kiss him to shut him up and spare him from the embarrassment.

"um... sorry that i... i never really gave this to you before, b-but i'm here to give it now. it's a ring i made, it works like the watch, but it's way more compact, and, uh... you can call me on it anytime if you need me. i'm just one call away, if you need anything... i'll be here waiting for you. waiting for you to, to... to call me because... i want you to need me to help you, because... because i truly love you and would dedicate my everything to you."

spider noir

he'd wake up at the crack of dawn to prepare you a whole day of pampering and affection, because he's also kept the details of this day down to the last letter in the front of his mind, every day.

peter is very intricate about how he wants everything you experience today to have at least some semblance of how he feels about you. he never thought you'd stay with him for this long, he's dreamed of loving you for a lifetime, and now... maybe it'll come true, he can show you all the love he's held back for so long in fear you'd leave him not long after he confessed to you.

he'd buy you flowers of all kinds, he'd open doors for you, pull back your chair when you're going to sit, and... just do all sorts of little gestures of love for you to make sure you're not only happy, comfortable, and safe--but that you feel that what he does for you is a choice for him; a choice for him that he will always choose because he wants you.

he'd try his hardest with aunt may to cook you up a wonderful candlelit dinner, and when aunt may leaves you two alone to talk and reminisce such happy memories and a successful relationship so far... he realizes just how much of a little boy he feels when he looks into your eyes; a full-on blush coming on form the tips of his ears down to where his collarbone starts and a goofy grin plastered on his face as he tries to tell you all that he's longed to tell you.

"...thank you, my dearest, for... for bearing with me. it's no easy task to love a man when his name is peter benjamin parker, trust me, i'm very aware of how hard it is. i hope you... i hope you know just how much i adore you, every single day, you are all that fills my mind. i want to give you the happiest life, the best kind of life i can offer you as your lover. so please... if you'll have me for many more months, years, even... i'll show you just how much love a man like me can carry for the most perfect person in the world, who's sitting across me right now and watching me blush as red as a tomato and grin like the happiest guy in the world, which i am right now."

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DON'T COME FREE

leon kennedy x f!reader word count; 1,760 warnings; suggestive ending, set in a brothel, reader is a sex worker, leon is kind of an idiot! summary; everything about this was a bad idea. leon disobeying orders, leon walking into a brothel, leon following a woman up to her bedroom...

1946

“You look like you shouldn’t be here, stranger.”

Leon turned towards the staircase where a woman leaned with her back against the railing, cigarette clutched between her middle and forefinger. She wore a tight-fitted black dress, the silky material parted on her upper thigh, the straps slipping from her shoulders down to her elbows. Leon circled his hand around the watch on his opposite wrist, peering around the empty foyer for anyone else who may be listening.

“S’ just me, honey,” she said behind her cigarette, prying it away from her mouth, blowing her smoke. “All the other girls are working.”

Leon let his gaze settle back on the woman on the staircase and she blinked at him, an arm crossed just below her breasts, her opposite elbow resting against it. She rolled her cigarette between her knuckles, waiting for his response.

He cleared his throat, “technically, miss, I shouldn’t be here.” She raised her eyebrows at this, taking a long drag of her cigarette as he continued. “I’m looking for… someone.”

The woman hummed against her cigarette, glimpsing at the handsome agent as he cautiously approached. She looked him up and down— from his slicked back dark blonde hair, to the brow dipped over his sharp stare, down to the maroon tie tucked neatly into the gray vest worn over his broad chest. Her eyes lowered to the rolled sleeves of his white collared shirt, to the forearms where veins were practically bulging from.

He was definitely the kind of stranger they didn’t get very often here at the whorehouse and she knew it was wrong to gawk but fuck, he was the most gorgeous man she’d sworn she’d ever seen.

Her gaze dared to venture lower to his belt where a bulky, golden badge rested on his hip— shit. He really shouldn’t be here.

“That someone sure seems like they’re in a lot of trouble,” she said, rolling her cigarette between her fingers again. “For someone like you to wander in here without any sort of warrant.”

Leon glanced around the foyer again, ensuring nobody was eavesdropping in on the conversation. Fuck, he knew this wasn’t a good idea, going against orders. But he had a lead on the fucking guy, he saw him walk in here with his own eyes. He’d be crazy to let such a lead go to waste, absolutely insane.

Banging could be heard in the room just in front of him and a woman’s name echoed behind the closed door, the woman on the stairs stiffened. Leon glanced between her and the door as she nodded towards the badge on his hip.

“Might wanna put that away, officer,” she advised. “Carol’s a drunk with a loud mouth.”

Leon peered down at the badge and cursed beneath his breath as he hastily tore it off his belt, tucking it in his back pocket just as the door swung open. A thin, pale-skinned woman stumbled in, a bottle of whiskey in one hand, a shot glass in the other. The woman, who Leon could only assume was Carol, looked between him and the woman on the stairs, hiccuping.

“The fuck are you still doing down here?” Carol slurred, waving her whiskey bottle towards the stairs. “You don’t talk in my foyer, you go to your room, fuck, and bring me my goddamn money.”

Warmth pooled in Leon’s cheeks at Carol’s drunken words and he looked to the woman on the staircase as she took another drag of her cigarette.

“Careful Carol,” she said, gesturing for Leon to come closer. “Talk like that in front of paying customers and ratings will start going down.”

Carol grumbled and hiccuped again, waving the two of them off as Leon warily made his way up the steps, trailing just behind the woman. Her hips swayed as she walked and Leon mumbled a string of curses beneath his breath as he tore his stare away to instead look at her feet.

Leon followed her down the hall, past many rooms with many sounds thundering each’s four walls, many noises he really shouldn’t be listening to. Finally, she stopped at the last door on the left, twisting the doorknob and gesturing for him to follow her inside. He drew a deep breath into his chest— this was not how he imagined this going.

Leon turned to close the door behind him and when he faced her again, she was sitting on the bed, one leg crossed over the other, the slit in her black dress falling further away from her skin. She leaned forward with one elbow against her exposed thigh, cigarette between her lips.

“So… this someone,” she spoke as smoke rolled from her lips. “Think they’ve been here?”

Leon cleared his throat and stood a little taller, dipping his chin in a nod. “Seen him walk in here with my own two eyes,” he replied. “Name’s Walter Hachett. Ring any bells?”

She pressed her lips together and casted her eyes towards the ceiling, as if deep in thought. After a pause, she shook her head. “Hardly any of the men tell us their names here, honey. Gonna have to describe him for me,” she replied, blinking up at him.

“Around six foot, brown eyes, brown hair…” Leon trailed off, scoffing at his own vague description. “He has this… this slit through his left brow…”

The woman wrinkled her brow, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth. This didn’t go unnoticed and Leon stepped forward, “sounding familiar now?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Think that’s the guy that paid extra to have a threesome with me and Deb the other day,” she scowled at the memory. “Real dick.”

“The other day wouldn’t have happened to be this last Thursday, would it?” Leon pressed, his heart thudding against his chest. Finally, information he could work with. She nodded in reply but her entire demeanor seemed to shift, her playful manner from before replaced with distaste.

“Yeah,” she answered quietly, reaching over to stub her cigarette on the ashtray on the nightstand. “Guess that’s your guy, huh?”

Leon’s spark of joy already seemed to dull at the sight of her so deflated, although he wasn’t sure why he cared so much. What she did for work was still illegal and despite giving him the information he’d been searching for, it didn’t change that. But Leon looked at her now and couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. Whatever memory the mention of his guy brought up, it couldn’t have been any good.

“Did he do something to you?” Leon asked and she glanced up at him, her scowl twitching, just a little bit. “I mean, something… something that’s not…”

“It doesn’t matter,” she replied, uncrossing her legs to instead cross the opposite one over the other. “You’re gonna arrest him, right?”

The lump in Leon’s throat visibly bobbed as he swallowed— he didn’t quite think he’d make it this far, if he was perfectly honest. He glanced towards the window of the bedroom, at the moon peeking just above the top of the thin, white curtains.

“Well, uh… I could, but I need more information to go off on before I can really make an arrest,” he stammered and she leaned back on her elbows, rolling her neck. “You’re a bit green, aren’t you, officer?” She asked through a smirk, her head lolled to the side as she gazed to where he still awkwardly stood. Leon’s lips opened and closed, a light pink flush across his cheeks. She chuckled, “you’re adorable. Too cute for a place like this.”

Leon blinked as she sighed, pushing herself back up into a sitting position. “Anyways, what’s in it for me if you’re gonna use me as an informant?” She questioned. “I don’t come free.”

Leon swallowed the bulge in his throat, willing his gaze to stay focused on her face. He didn’t realize how difficult it would be to talk to such a pretty woman, how hard it would be to stay focused when said woman wore a dress like that. Leon usually prided himself as being a gentleman— what was it about this girl that made him want to revolt so badly?

“I’ve got money,” he stammered, reaching for his wallet tucked away in his trouser pockets. The woman’s features softened and her bottom lip rolled into a pout, making Leon half his actions altogether. “That’s it, officer?” She asked and Leon watched, feeling a spark ignite at the pit of his belly when she uncrossed her legs, unable to tear his gaze away as she slowly spread her thighs further apart.

“You could have a taste, you know,” she purred, her dress rising further up her thighs as she bared herself to the attractive officer. Leon’s breath hitched and he shivered when his stare met her arousal, the folds of her pussy glistening as it gazed back at him, the physical embodiment of a bad idea. “Could be a treat for the both of us.”

Leon choked back a groan as his erection grew in his pants, straining against the material until it was almost painful. He should’ve known better than to fall for the siren song of a woman like her but fuck, there was something about her he felt so drawn to. Maybe that was just his raging hard-on talking for him, and he cursed, frustrated with the position he’d put himself in.

He really shouldn’t be here.

“I…” he trailed off, drawing in a deep breath to keep his composure, willing himself to look away before he made a decision that would more than likely come back to bite him in the ass later. Not in the position he was in, anyways. “…I can’t.”

The woman sighed, closing her legs and pushing herself up from the mattress to saunter his way. Leon stiffened as she approached— just the smell of her was driving him insane. What was this woman doing to him?

“Four dollars,” she whispered near the shell of his ear, and he cocked an eyebrow at her. “Four?” He repeated and she smiled as she leaned back, eyes surging into his.

“Two for Carol, one for me, and another for my information. I never said I was cheap, officer.”

Leon cursed beneath his breath as he fished for his wallet, counting out the money.

He was never coming back here again.

Her smile widened as he pressed the dollars into her palm, spun around, and walked straight out of her bedroom.

She had a feeling she’d be seeing him again.

a/n; i'm gonna be so fr right now, i hate this one LMFAOO it didn't turn out quite the way i wanted it to and i almost scrapped it entirely but you guys are getting it anyways 😘

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ghost-ferry · 3 months

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This is part 1 of the #6characterschallenge it was definitely fun the second part has more characters I would never of drawn before

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jk66m · 10 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟑 𝐖'𝐬 & 𝟏 𝐇 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐢𝐫˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

(𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬)

𝐇𝐨𝐰 (𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭?)

This man knows exactly what you need and how to give it to you. If your need comfort - vanilla sex with lots of praises, if you are extremely horny - some degradation and rough sex. He would not overdo it, so the concept is comfortable for you.

"Fuck. It's okay sweetheart, don't cry," He ushered.

Tears of pleasure streaked down the frames of your face as Peter thrusted into you — this time softer, with more care.

"You're doing so well, just a few more rounds and we can rest, hmm?"

𝐖𝐡𝐲 (𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧?)

There is nothing really specific that turns him on as everything about you is a possible factor for him to feel horny. However, if he were to choose, your eagerness for him is definitely a big one for him, especially if you plead or whine for him to fuck you this man just can't help himself). If you try to dress up for him (especially anything involving lace), expect this man's mouth to be dry and him to be stuttering.

"I-I," Peter recomposes himself, "You didn't tell me today is special."

You slowly step over to him, all the while swing your hips in your baby pink two-piece.

You had prepared for tonight to surprise him, and by the way his pants seem to have tightened, it worked.

His breathing became harsh as you came closer.

Peter's eyes glazed over the lace covering your body, and the curves below it — his orbs fiery in lust and passion.

"I know," you whispered, " wanted to surprise you.”

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

Although he prefers the bed as he believes that it is proper etiquette (and that you will have a better experience there), he can do it absolutely anywhere if he feels like it. However, he does not prefer public sex and does not like it when you are exposed in where you shouldn't be. If you really want to do it like that though, he will try for you.

"Peter," You gasped, "We are on a piano, we can't do it here."

"Why not?" He teased, "I don't see anybody around."

He bends down to your ears, "What? Afraid I am going to fuck you too hard it's going to break?"

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 (𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬?)

Noir enjoys positions that are somewhat intimate, so that if feels more like making love than pure fucking. His favorite is probably missionary as he could see your expressions up close. Contrastingly though, Noir can sometimes forget his traditional opinions on sex and just want to fuck you dirty. During those times, doggy style is his favorite.

"Fuck," Peter gasps.

He has you under him, legs up on the shoulder as he thrusted in you deep repeatedly — deep enough to cry for.

In a matter of seconds, this man had shifted his position so his hip is no longer behind yours and his demeanor has changed from downright dirty to adoring.

You are confused by this suddenly alter in his attitudes, but you made no thought of it as the rhythmic pleasure made it impossible to do so.

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