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glossgojo · 10 months

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haven’t i given enough?

sex pollen miguel o’hara x afab reader

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cw: breeding, multiple orgasms, PAST THE POINT IT STINKS, mean dom!miguel, mating press, man-handling, use of “girl”, big dick miguel, size kink, blood, marking, squirting, come eating, dumbification, it’s filthy this is getting rated so fast

plot: miguel comes home infected with s*x pollen and p0rn with barely any plot ensues

“doll are you awake?” miguel stumbled through the front door of his shared apartment. sweat lined his forehead as he held his mask in his hand, his whole body felt hot. the spider-man raked a hand through his dark curls, his head throbbing along with other parts of him. no matter how much water he drank he felt thirsty. he needed to shower, needed to wash off whatever illness was seeping into his bones and taking rest there. ever since he left the lab he had broken into, he had felt this inky feeling take residence in his stomach and spread. he had missed the spot by a hair, only driving frustration deeper into his bones. he gripped his mask tighter as he made his way across the living room to where you most likely slept. it was late and you probably fell asleep waiting for him. besides the fact that his body was like a tightly coiled spring, there was another issue he was ignoring. it felt heavy between his legs and he knew you’d be able to help him in the morning but a cold shower would have to do.

he hopped into the shower, dealt with the ache in his bones and released the coil that felt like a permanent resident in his core. as he stepped out of the shower, toweling off his body and trying to ignore the incessant buzz in his body he noticed his issue had returned. miguel was able to satisfy you multiple times in a night but this was the first time he was hard moments after coming. was it related to the sickness? was it why he had nearly broken a lamppost on the way over after he imagined you waiting up for him to return home?

whatever it was his feet moved to their own accord to where you lay peacefully asleep in your shared bed. miguel pulled on his boxers over his now painfully hard issue and slowly crawled into bed, pulling back the covers enough to see you sleeping only in his shirt. the sight alone made him shiver, a sweat back on his brow as he forced his body to slowly move towards you and pull you as gently as he could back against him. you stirred in your sleep, ever the light sleeper and turned your face towards him. miguel could see in the pitch darkness of the room, regrettably he could make out how your lips parted and upturned at the knowledge that he was holding you.

“you’re home, hi baby.” you mumbled, the sleep subsiding in your body as you felt the hard line of his member pressed against your back. he could feel your body tensing, could hear your heart rate pick up and it took everything in him to not pull your mouth to his. he could even smell your perfect little cunt getting wet for him. you turned fully towards him, your breasts pressed against his bare chest. he pulled in a breath between his clenched teeth, his whole body sensitive to any touch from you. the throb he felt earlier was back in full force, in fact it had only gotten worse since he got closer to you. he couldn’t sleep, not when he could feel his fangs getting sharper and his hunger for you insatiable.

“migs-you are you okay?” you brushed back his hair, feeling the sweat there and placing the small delicate hand on his tensed arm. miguel couldn’t formulate a response he was staring at your soft lips and your gentle hand looking oh so small compared to his arm, and how pretty it would it look around-

a growl escaped his lips and he pulled your lips to his by the back of your neck, you were so pliable, so willing to give him anything, that you kissed back with just as much fervor as him. his fangs scraped your lips and his tongue fought to taste every inch of you, sucking the air from your lungs. finally you pulled away to breath, his lips still insistent on tasting you. he kissed your cheeks, your nose and then finally your neck, his sharp canines grazing the skin there and making you gasp. you shoved at his chest gently, and miguel pulled back to see your flushed cheeks and confused expression. you could still feel his member pressed between you two, long and thick and painfully hard.

but despite that you couldn’t understand miguel’s actions. he usually was so spent after a mission he wanted to cuddle up and sleep, at the most he’d want to wake you up with an orgasm. you switched your bedside lamp on, withdrawing from his hold and taking a look at him, trying to see if his eyes were more red than black. you didn’t see what you expected, you thought perhaps he was hungry and that’s why he was acting like this.

”migs?” you were sat up, letting the lamplight illuminate his features. his eyes were flickering between your chest, your neck and your eyes in rapid succession. his shirt was too large on you, draping on your shoulders and exposing the top of your breasts. you weren’t even sure he was listening, until he stared you in the eyes and sat up too, moving closer as he did.

”think i got infected during the mission, it’s the reason for-“ he looked down at where his hard-on created a tent in the covers. you gulped and nodded. “i tried dealing with it in the shower, but i need you.”

“i’m yours, you know that, use me.“ miguel felt like he fell in love with you all over again as he registered your words. in a fluid movement he pulled you under him, laying you flat on your back as he hovered above you. he pushed his shirt up your body, revealing a lack of underwear. no wonder he could smell your saccharine sweet musk as soon as he touched you.

“dirty fucking girl, were you waiting for me to find you like this?” miguel tutted, getting comfortable between your legs and blowing hot breath over your core. you whined at his tone, knowing you were in for a long night that would no doubt leave you sore. his eyes were a mix of red and brown, pupils blown wide from want and sweat dripping down his brow, you combed his hair out of face wanting to see your handsome boyfriend’s expression before he feasted on you.

he hummed in delight as he saw the bite mark he’d left next to your cunt, scarred and distinctly his on the soft flesh of your inner thigh. his plump lips pressed against the sensitive skin, looking at you as you gasped out, silently asking for permission for what he loved doing every so often. as if you’d ever want any other man like you needed him, miguel liked to keep your scar fresh, let it ache and sting as a reminder of who you belonged to. and you didn’t much mind the sting. you nodded, clutching his strands for something to ground you, silky smooth and soft in your hands as you felt his fangs graze your flesh. he never made the pain last long, biting into your skin quickly, not too deeply. just enough to let his bite mark pebble with fresh blood, lapping at the addictive taste of you, growling as you whined at the sting and rush of miguel fervently drinking you up. he’d told you once that no one in the world tasted as good as you, of course that didn’t just include your blood. “so sweet. me vuelves loco .” you shuddered as he hummed against your skin, still not where you needed him, his sharp jawline grazing where you were practically dripping and you tugged at his hair.

“i get it doll i get it, fucking needy huh baby? do you need my cock that bad?” he lapped up the remaining blood and kissed the raw skin, his hot breath blowing over you throbbing clit. you knew miguel, knew he wouldn’t let you get what you wanted until you begged, until you gave in. he watched your pretty little cunt glisten and clench around nothing, so desperate and wet all for him, all because of him.

“yes yes! i’ve been thinking about it all day!” you finally gave in when he blew cool air on your cunt.

“hmm, about what?” he kissed your clit as a reward, but didn’t move any further, you gasped and bucked, his hands were on his hips in a split second, holding you down. you felt like you were dripping onto your silk sheets, you supposed it didn’t matter, you’d have to change them after he was done with you.

“about your c-cock, wanted you to fuck me until i can’t walk. miss you all the time, need you inside me all the time.” you were babbling now, you meant all of it of course but you’d never admit it unless you were under your lover on the brink of tears. miguel growled at your confession, pulling you by your hips towards his face, his nose rubbing against your clit as his tongue pressed flat against your dripping folds. you whined out his name, his tongue delving into you and cleaning up the mess you’ve made of yourself. miguel was relentless in tasting you, wanted your taste imprinted in his mouth and wedged between his teeth. he’d stay here forever if he could, drawing his name from your lips and drinking in all your ichor.

“m’ close.” you were gonna come just from his tongue alone and miguel could feel his hard-on straining in his pants. he didn’t feel too far off from his own release, the grind of the bed sheet against his clothed cock combined with your pleasure was getting him so inexplicably turned on. whimpers slipped past his canines. just as you arched your back, one of his hands moved down to stroke himself and with a few pumps he was coming in his boxers as you released onto his tongue. he drank you in, fucking you through your orgasm until you were pushing at his forehead. miguel moved back and the dim light reflected over his wet chin and lips. you felt dizzy at the sight and felt like fainting when you looked past his chiseled jawline and chest to where light reflected off the cum on his stomach. you couldn’t ignore the still hard and throbbing cock that was pressed against his stomach. his eyes were narrowed and his chest heaving, he licked his lips and you couldn’t help the whine crawling up your throat. you crawled over to where he kneeled on your bed, pressing kisses to his face, his hands finding your ass and gripping tightly as you cleaned him up. you trailed kisses down his chest, down his abs to where he made a mess of himself and you licked him clean. your mouth watered as you moaned at the taste of him, moving south to press a kiss to his large tip.

“not so fast,” he you pulled away by your hair, your follicles screaming for release. loosening his grip, miguel pushed you down on the bed, crowding you against the bed frame until the top of your head bumped against it. “wanna fuck this pretty pussy, remind you who you belong to.” you nodded fervently, looping your arms around his thick neck and pulling him for a kiss. miguel huffed a laugh at your desperate actions. he was going to ruin you, make sure you couldn’t walk properly for a couple days without the reminder of him and here you were begging for a kiss. you were his sweet dumb little puppy, so willing and needy for him. he appeased you, kissing you deeply as he lined up his tip with your entrance, his slick combined with yours let him slide up and down your cunt drawing all your ichor and catching on your clit. you dug your nails into his back at the feeling and begged for him to move, to do something.

the feeling of your pretty cunt getting wetter just for him and the smell of sex in the room was enough for miguel to push into you, his fat tip bullying your hole and stretching it wide. you gasped at the intrusion, always so big and wide it never got easier when he shoved in. had miguel been a little more in control of himself he would’ve waited more than the three seconds he gave you to adjust but instead he plunged his entire length in, his tip brushing your cervix as he stretched you wide. your cunt ached from the stretch and you felt him throbbing inside you, filling you up. you twitched from the feeling and miguel growled at how tightly you were clenching him. “you’re made for me, fucking slut clenching me so hard i cant move.” he murmured into your flesh and you clenched even more at his words, your slick leaking out of your hole, the base of his shaft wet from your ichor. miguel pulled out slowly, you weren’t easing up your grip, and pushed back in. you went dumb as his cock grazed the spot that made you crazy. he came inside you with a grunt, filling you up and making you leak down your thighs and making even more a mess of himself. but almost as if it never happened he was hard again, your eyes widening at the feeling of him going limp inside you and then filling you back up. miguel didn’t mind, he’d use your sweet little cunt just like he wanted to, no matter how many times he had to.

with that he pulled back out and plunged back into you, the sound of your slick coating his cock and his sticky balls slapping against your ass filled the room. he set a brutal pace, making you scream and claw at his back. he was fucking you harder than ever before, using his strength and speed to mold your walls to his length, your cervix bruising from his pace. you felt a coil tighten in your stomach, unlike any orgasm you’d felt before and without warning you were losing control. before you could realize what was happening you were squirting down miguel’s chest. it was the hottest thing miguel had ever seen, his dick twitching inside you. “que maravilla. pretty baby, i didn’t know you could do that.”

“me neither i’ve never-ah fuck miguel,” the thought of you being driven to squirting because of him made him all the more feral, he shoved your legs over his shoulder and angled down deeper into you, his curved cock taking what was his and hitting that fleshy spot inside of you, making you forget the words that were on your tongue. your head lolled backwards, the expanse of your neck all too tempting for him to ignore. he fucked your harder watched you squirm and cry his name as his teeth graze your unmarred skin. miguel found the soft spot on your neck that made you clench around him even harder, his lips and tongue laving over it making you gasp and whimper his names. before he could warn you, he was coming inside you, plunging deep and filling you up again as his fangs bit down and drew blood from your neck. he fed from you as his cum flowed out of your tiny cunt, dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. you gasped at the feeling of him draining you of blood, the sting quickly replaced by the dizzying feel of him feeding. miguel used his toxins to quell the pain all the while releasing his load inside you. you were a complete mess, blood trickling down your inner thigh mixed with both of your releases and saliva dribbling past your lips.

after a few more seconds he unlatched from your neck, pressing a few more kisses at the sore skin before pulling out and looking at the mess he made. you were sprawled out, his come slipping out of you in spurts and you had never looked more beautiful. he quickly remedied the first issue by fingering his come back inside, not letting any go to waste, the feeling of you clenching around his finger made his cock twitch. the burn in his body has lessened but it was still there, the need to keep taking you incessant as he hardened again. you whined at the sight.

“you can take it whore.” and you would, you’d let him fuck you for the rest of your life if you didn’t have obligations and other needs. you whined at the feeling of his cock sliding against your entrance again, you were sure your cunt was bruised by how rough he was being.

“let me-“ you moved to sit up, shoving at his hard chest and making him sit. miguel watched your breasts shake as you shoved him down and straddled him, his come slipping out and onto his bare thighs.

“you’re wasting sweetheart, how many times do i have to breed you?” miguel slapped your ass in warning, growling out at a warning and you whimpered, not feeling any more in control even in this position. you slowly lined him up with your entrance and sank down, the stretch not being the issue but in this position he felt even deeper. you felt like he was poking your heart, you couldn’t bottom out, could only take what felt comfortable. you set a slow pace, your thighs burning as you moved up and down his length, the sound of your cunt milking him was obscene and made you flush even deeper. miguel felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment and the way your eyes glazed over in arousal.

“dirty fucking slut, milking me for all i have, you hear that? that’s how wet i make you, that’s my come inside you keeping you full.” he growled into your ear, guiding your hips to move as the sounds filled the room. you couldn’t ignore them, your eyes shutting in shame and miguel huffed out a laugh. you decided to take pay back as your thighs were getting sore and took all of his length, sitting down and grinding on his balls, his cock catching on your cervix and pressing against your most sensitive part. your clit ground against his hips, raw and throbbing from what it’s been through and miguel could feel it against him, could feel you dripping onto him and another whimper escaped his plush lips. you smirked at the sound, reaching up and pulling his lips to yours. he kissed you sweetly, letting you take your time as you grinded on his length. when he pulled back and saw your fucked out expression and felt you clench around him when you looked in his eyes he lost his resolve again. his hands gripped your hips as he pulled you up and down on his length, fucking up into you. you went dumb in his hold, head and eyes rolled back as you clutched his shoulders for support you were babbling and squirming in his hold, tears leaving your eyes from the sting and his rough hold. he was being so mean, so rough you couldn’t help the silent tears slipping down your face as you cried out his name.

finally he came inside, grinding you down and against him where he knew your clit was, drawing you to orgasm as well. your legs shook and you lost sensation in them as you came, leaning against his chest for support as you whined at the overwhelming feeling. “ me tratas tan bien. pretty baby, my princess, my doll.” he moved to lay down, his cock still inside you. you were like a toy, his cock and cum stuffed inside you as you rested on his chest. you brought your legs to lay fully on top of him, looping your arms around his waist as best as you could.

“love you” you murmured into his chest, you were exhausted and miguel could feel it in your voice but he didn’t know when this feeling would go away, you were the only thing making it subside.

“i love you too,” you could feel him hardening again, you knew this small reprise wouldn’t last long but your bones ached and you would revel in the rest. his large arms easily pulled you tighter against him, against the hard planes of his chest and he grunted at the feeling of your nipples grazing his skin. he could feel all of you, he could feel you clenching on him, could smell your sweet ichor and your distinct musk, he could hear your shallow breaths and reveled in the soft plush of your skin under his hold. miguel wished he could just stay here like this with you, but lately he was so busy he felt like there was never enough time.

with his cock hardening again and you catching your breath he switched your positions, you lying down and this time he flipped you onto your stomach. he pulled a pillow under your hips, elevating them as he shoved back into your fluttering hole. you were so wet and messy from his come, the room smelled of sex and you thought you would have to air out for a week for the scent to clear. it didn’t matter, you’d do it all again. miguel was slow this time as he used your body for his release, his hips slapping against your ass every now and then, when you could feel him close he picked up the pace, smacking your ass lightly as he came inside again.

“good girl, taking everything i give you huh?” you nodded fervently, he turned you over to look in your eyes, loved seeing your pupils dilated and watery with unshed tears. his thumb wiped your saliva from the corner of your mouth, prompting you to moan his name, scratchy and desperate. god how would he ever stop coming if you looked like this, all for him. miguel quickly moved your position again, man-handling you once again and you couldn’t bring yourself to care. he placed you on one of his strong thighs as he sat back against the headboard, his hardening cock nudging your own thigh. you were angled so that your legs straddled his thigh instantly coating the hard muscles and dark hair with a layer of slick. he clenched under you, drawing a gasp from your lips and he chuckled at your reaction.

miguel’s hand slowly moved down your chest to between your legs, spreading them and tracing your puffy clit with his fingers. you held onto his arm for support, in disbelief that you could possibly orgasm again. but you didn’t want to be alone, not when his 12 inch issue was back again. you reached out a shaky hand, scooped up some of the come dripping out of you and coated your own hand. miguel watched your small hand wrap around his length, groaning and throwing his head down onto your shoulder as you slowly teased the tip and moved down. his fingers lazily circled your clit, matching the rhythm you set as you traced the veins of his cock and moved your hand up and down. miguel wanted nothing more than to devour you whole, watched as your tiny hand struggled to wrap around him and still meticulously stroked him like you knew he liked. he drew his hand up to his mouth, licking clean the mess your cunt had made on his long thick fingers before plunging three of them deep inside you. you stuttered out a moan, your hand loosening it’s grip but recovered quickly as you picked up the pace. you matched how fast he was fucking you, his large arm caging you against him as you squirmed on his thigh. he plunged his fingers in and out so quickly you were sure his movement was blurring, you gasped and cried out but still you squeezed and stroked his length. you were miguel’s best girl, you took what he gave you and still gave it back, god he loved you.

miguel felt close, stroking your clit with the thumb that wasn’t inside you and watched as you squirted all over his sheets and leg. the sight made him growl, possessive to no end and he pressed a kiss to your neck as he came from your touch. he spilled all over his chest and your hand, eyes closed and groaning into your shoulder as he felt himself unravel. the itching and burning in his bones was subsiding more and more, maybe this would be the last time, he didn’t really want it to be.

“look at the mess you made, límpiala ahora.” you licked his abs clean, then your hand and miguel watched as you did it, grasping your chin and making you hold his gaze. once you were done and satisfied he pulled you up to kiss him, craning your neck to meet his lips as he tasted himself on your tongue. he slowly moved you to get on all fours, your arms and legs shaking from exhaustion and screaming for release as he moved behind you.

“gonna fuck a baby into you, make you walk around with my kid so everyone knows who you belong to.” he was rambling to himself, watching his come still drip out of you and fucking it back in with his cock. miguel fucked into you from behind, you screamed at the feeling, every new angle ripping you open and making your walls flutter. your head bumped the headboard as he pulled back and fucked into you, clapping against your cheeks and making you skid forward on your knees from the force. he was relentless, using you like the pretty cunt you were, coming into you once, twice, and the third time he thought was enough, especially since your arms had gone limp and your voice was barely above a whisper, only his name on your tongue. you were sure you were bloated from how much come he’d pumped into you now, you’d feel him inside you for days to come, feel the ache for at least a week.

maybe subconsciously that was enough for miguel because then finally, he could feel at peace. the disease or virus or whatever it had been was easing out of his body, he was carrying you to the spare bedroom and wiping you both clean. tomorrow he’d let you do whatever you want to him, let you yell at him for the legs that surely wouldn’t work and dots on you like you deserved. but right now he wanted to sleep with the feeling of you stuffed full of his come, still deeply inside you and imprinted on your walls.

#miguel o’hara smut #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel x y/n #miguel x you #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara

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spdrwdw · 4 months

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♡ Smutty Miguel HeadCanons ♡

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

I did a poll last week on what Miguel headcanons I should do next and smutty migheadcanons was the winner (I will also do headcanons for my runner-up so stay tuned!)

Miguel loves morning sex. Both of you are still sleepy and it's nice and slow. His voice is still raspy as he whispers sweet nothings to you

Whenever Miguel has had a stressful day, either at work or at HQ, he will come home to you and cuddle, groping your breasts, thighs, ass, etc., trying to get you turned on some way so he can release some tension. It usually works and can go either way: sweet, passionate lovemaking, or feral and raw sex

Miguel is aware of his brute strength, and has broken furniture from time to time, especially beds/bed frames. As to not hurt you, he will grip onto the bed frame behind you. You could he the splintering cracking of the wood, however, your mind a haze as Miguel fucks you into the mattress

While Miguel isn't a fan of quickies (he loves taking his sweet time with you and watch you come undone) he will consider it is he has a sudden mission he has to go to. He needs his fix of you any way he can

If you are a spider-person, you and Miguel have definitely done it in his office. The echoing of skin-to-skin would bounce off the walls. One time, Peter had the misfortune of walking in on you two as you did it on the platform. At least he didn't see you guys. Now Lyla has to inform you guys whenever someone is approaching the office whenever you two decide to go at it like rabbits

Public sex was something Miguel never done until you came along. The sudden thrill of the thought of being caught from behind the bushes or in the bathroom stalls brought an adrenaline rush to the both of you

Miguel LOVES when you give him a show with new lingerie that you had recently bought. Unfortunately, the lacy fabrics would be torn to shreds from his talons due to his excitement. At least it'll give you an excuse to buy more!

Miguel will eat you out like a man STARVED. He's a slobbering mess down there, all tongue and teeth. He will use his fingers from time to time when he wants you to orgasm, or if he wants to tease you

He also loves receiving blowjobs from you. He'll praise you telling you you're "such a good girl" for making him feel good

(Might make a part 2 to this! Let me know if you guys want me to ❤️)

#miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #atsv miguel #atsv #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara fanfiction #astv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel headcanons

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guildtrust · 2 years

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Spider man no way home release date

#Spider man no way home release date movie#

The film currently holds a worldwide gross of over $1.8 billion at the box office. Spider-Man: No Way Home premiered at the Fox Village Theatre in Los Angeles on December 13, 2021, and was theatrically released in the United States on. In a previous report, Marvel Studios president Kevin Feige, Marvel Studios and Sony Pictures are already actively beginning to develop their next Spider-Man film together. Available on Apple TV, STARZ, Philo, Prime Video, iTunes, Hulu. Originally scheduled for July 16, 2021, it was delayed to November 5. RELATED: Watch BTS Footage of Willem Dafoe Filming Spider-Man: No Way Home Spider-Man: No Way Home was one of the many movies disrupted by the pandemic, and its release has jumped around a fair bit. From Marvel Studios: Following the events of Avengers: Endgame, Spider. Simmons, Alfred Molina, Willem Dafoe, Jamie Foxx, Thomas Haden Church, and Rhys Ifans. 804.4M Runtime: 2h 28m Distributor: Columbia Pictures Sound Mix: Dolby. Spider-Man: No Way Home premieres March 15 on Prime Video.

#Spider man no way home release date movie#

If you’re looking to stream the movie right now, a digital copy is available to buy outright through Prime Video, Apple TV. Spider-Man: No Way Home will be released exclusively in theaters on Friday, December 17 in the US, Wednesday, December 15 in the UK, and. It also stars Zendaya, Jacob Batalon, Marisa Tomei, Jon Favreau, Tony Revolori, and Hannibal Buress ( Tag) along with Sony’s Spider-Man Universe alums Tobey Maguire, Andrew Garfield, J.K. First up, let’s get into No Way Homes video-on-demand (VOD) release. Spider-Man: No Way Home release date: December 17, 2021. It was directed by Jon Watts from a screenplay written by Chris McKenna and Erik Sommers. Spider-Man: No Way Homeis led by Tom Holland as the beloved titular wall-crawler, along with Benedict Cumberbatch’s Doctor Strange. After a stellar showing at the box office and overall critical praise of the film, however, it seems like Sony and Marvel Studios are finally ready to share a longer version of the film. It’s unclear just how much more will be added to the film, but Sony did note that plenty of deleted scenes and other footage had not made the cut of the original film, which clocked in at around 148 minutes.

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yanderestarangel · 28 days

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BOSS MIGUEL O'HARA x HOUSEKEEPER FTM! READER

smut confectionery event ┆ CUPCAKES ┆possessive sex, overstimulation , breed!kink, dub con. ˖⁺ ⊹୨ "hard!dom boss + sub!housekeeper." ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ── SMUT

˖⁺ ⊹୨ 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝔀. 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 ୧⊹ ⁺˖

𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮<3

TW: ftm reader, possessive sex, jealousy, dark decencies, v!sex, vulnerable!kink, cunnilingus, fingering creampie, power play, afab anatomy, porn plot, breed!kink, bite.

You have received an offer to work in the home of the most powerful Spider-Man in the multiverse, Miguel O'Hara in Nueva York 2099. Being Miguel's domestic servant was calm and subtle ── you had complete freedom to be at his house all day, and there were few things to take care of, just cleaning the floor, making food and leaving everything organized and dust-free.

He had some technological gadgets thrown on the floor in some places, but you didn't even touch them, orders from the man himself, even Layla, his assistant A.I. would talk to you to check your work or if you needed something... He was a boss attentive and worried, even too much. But you never thought that you would now be hunched over the dinner table wearing only the apron with nothing underneath that he told you to wear while he held your neck tightly, his eyes were feral and you could see venom dripping from his canines.

The reason for his fury? You were seen with a man from the city and what's worse, you flirted with him back ─ you never thought it was a big problem, after all, you were single and young but for Miguel you had a serious problem... You were from him.

The truth was that the futuristic Spider-Man had hired you because you could be his perfect future husband, beautiful, helpful, you took care of him and did everything he told you to do; He is was always a cold and calculating man in everything but mental insanity was increasingly present in his head after losing his family from another reality, you were his chance to be happy again with someone even if you weren't even aware of what he worked for in months.

Coming back to reality, you saw Miguel smile sadistically as he watched your breasts bounce out of the containment of the thin fabric of the lacy apron ─ he saw the way you were flushed, how your nipples were hard and your pussy was gradually lubricating itself. every time you inhaled his perfume, they were mixed with the pheromones that released from his skin because of the change in his blood.

"Did you really think you were going to flirt with someone and I wouldn't know? Are you that stupid, guapo? Don't you understand your place yet? So maybe I should teach you your role in this house and in my life." Miguel growled between clenched teeth, as he pushed you onto the table again - this time he placed you with his hips raised, giving access to your ass and pussy, he looked at the holes in your body while smiling sadistically, kneeling with his face close for your pussy.

You shivered just at the proximity of his face to your cunt, you felt O'Hara's hot breath on your skin as his hot tongue entered your hole without warning ─ it had been so long since you had sex, just with your own fingers or rub yourself against your pillow before going to sleep.

"Are you so needy? I barely touched you." Miguel taunted as he dipped two thick fingers inside your wetness, easily hitting your sweet spot as he watched you squirm with his every touch ─ the junction of fingers and tongue working together, the stress of the day seemed to vanish, replaced by pure pleasure.

Playing with you and treating you like his personal toy made him feel in control and extremely good. But the jealousy was still there, he needed more, he needed to prove that you are his boy.

"You always know how to turn me on, boy. You're so fucking beautiful." He whispered against your sensitive skin making you moan his name, perhaps a request for him to stop or continue ── regardless of what it was, he didn't care, all the blood that helped him think rationally pumped his cock.

Miguel soon removed his mouth from you, leaving a string of saliva momentarily connecting you both; his eyes glowed red, full of hunger for your flesh.

No additional warning you felt his thick hot girth enter you at once making you arch your back and try to accommodate his raw size and rhythm in your core.

"That's it, boy. Take it." Miguel's eyes were focused on his cock, seeing it slide into you smoothly. He couldn't help but groan, his hands gripping your hips tightly ─ He felt powerful, like he was in control of everything.

"Cum for me, boy. Let me feel that pretty pussy squeeze my dick while I breed you, Oh─ You will be my perfect husband, and we will have several children... You and me."

You couldn't think straight, the pain of pleasure mixed with each rough thrust he gave you making you moan like a slut in heat. The feeling of being breed by him sent sensations in your brain making you roll your eyes and salivate begging him to do that, fill you up and make you his soon ─ The words came out like sobs from your lips without shame or modesty, while at the base of his cock was a beautiful halo of semen as he held your body tightly babbling about how you It belonged to him, biting your shoulders until it marked your delicate skin.

"You are mine, you are mine, you are mine, you are mine, you are mine, you are mine, YOU'RE FUCKING MINE!" ─

Miguel cum hard inside you, holding you and watching your body shake every time you enjoyed the intense orgasm that he had given you, he soon pulls your hair forcing you to look at him.

"My dinner isn't over yet, right? I still have my dessert left."

𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂'𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮....𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼

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slushycoookie · 3 months

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Can't Sleep

Relationship: Miguel O'Hara x AFAB! Reader

Word Count: 1,643

Content: Smut (forreal this time), vaginal fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, Minors DNI!

Summary: You can't sleep and are a little horny. So you decide to bother your husband.

A/N: Took me a bit to write this one. Only because I wasn't sure how to end it lol

You couldn't sleep.

Your eyes landed on the clock for the fifth time tonight. The time never changed. It was half past 11 on a Friday night and your husband wasn't home.

Hands felt his side of the bed in longing. He was working late tonight. There were things he had to finish up. He said five hours ago. Now, you were restless and perhaps a little horny. It was your own fault. Your mind started to race as you imagined Miguel coming home to you. Wanting to release the stress Spider Society gave him. So he towered over you in bed, having his way with you by covering you with kisses and rough touches. Hearing you whine as his touch was driving you crazy. Feeling his hardened cock against your thigh. He was as desperate as you by grinding on you.

You sat up, throwing the sheets away. Your body was getting warm at your rampant thoughts. No point in sleeping now. You checked the time once more, only a minute going by. Miguel would still be up, right? The man you loved was a major workaholic. You wanted to make sure he didn't overwork himself.

That's what your goal was when you put on your pajama bottoms. Shoving your feet into your pair of Spider-Man slippers and donning a simple gray jacket. You went into the bedside drawer and pulled out the watch Miguel gave you. He said it was for emergencies, but you and him knew you were going to use it for more than that.

You portaled right outside his lab, tiptoeing through the dark to see your partner on the platform. He was watching all of the monitors in total concentration. Still alert and wide awake.

“It's late.” His voice boomed through the room. You could never not be amazed at his enhanced senses. “Why are you still here?”

Before you could speak to let him know it was you, Miguel's eye cut over and an instant shift. His face softened, delighted to see you. The look caused your heart to flip. He lowered the platform, striding over to embrace you. His musk filled your nostrils, not helping your increased arousal at all.

Miguel pulled away, gesturing towards your outfit, “What's this?”. You probably should've worn something sexier.

“I couldn't sleep. So I got up and wanted to see you.” You said while holding his hand.

He glanced down at your slippers and sucked his teeth, “Did you have to wear those?”

“Yes.” You rolled your feet in the comfortable footwear.

You did your questioning like every good partner does. Asked him how work was, if he ate dinner, and whatever errands needed to be done tomorrow. Before you did what you really wanted to do.

You were high up on the platform so you were used to heights. While Miguel finished up reports as he promised you he was almost done, you hugged him from behind. You held back in smirking at the way his back muscles tensed up. Your hands flat against his abdomen.

“What are you doing?”

“Hugging you.” You rubbed your chin against his back. “Is it distracting you?”

“No…”

You waited for Miguel to resume his duties before running your hands along his stomach. Feeling his abs made you roll your eyes back. Your hands caressed him as if trying to put his muscles to memory. One thing you knew about your husband was his erogenous zones. He loved being touched on his neck, his lower back, and around his navel. So you circled the latter slowly. Nail dragging against his suit with ease.

He let out a low sigh, his movements faltering when he swiped a monitor away. You wanted to go lower. Feel him getting hard at your little touches. You held back, planting a gentle kiss on his back. You stopped circling his navel before maneuvering to the side. You ignored the eye glance he gave you as you were in front of him now, taking an interest in his work.

“All of these reports have to be signed off?”

Your body formed goosebumps when Miguel's hand landed on your hip, the other signing off the digital documents. “Yes. My least favorite part of the job. It's so tedious.”

You hummed at the valid annoyance he gave you, backing up a little against his chest. His arousal pressed against your back. He wasn't fully hard yet but it was working.

“Do you…want me to help?” Your head tilted back to gaze at him. His reddish-brown eyes stood out from the dim light. “It's just making a signature, right?”

Miguel cleared his throat, “It's more than that. You have to read the report first to make sure it's viable and-” He stopped when your ass shifted against him, still gazing at him with wide eyes. The grip on your waist tightened. You got him right where you want him.

“And? What else?” You asked, a glint of curiosity in your voice.

He pursed his lips, “Never mind that. What are you doing now?”

“Nothing.” You batted your eyelashes. “I wanna help you finish your work faster.”

“Sure…” His tone tinted with annoyance, but his lips formed a smirk. “Since when did you care about my reports?”

“Since forever.” You shrugged it off, begging him to have you help. He obliged, allowing you to place the reports in a folder he created when he was finished. And you did. Being a good partner who’s supportive. Who occasionally rubs their ass against his cock.

He got a little rub each time you put a report in the folder. A tiny one, enough to make him pause. While his hand was still on your hip. Each time you rolled your bottom against him, the hand squeezed your flesh. He didn’t permit you to stop either. So you kept going.

The reports were soon ignored. Heavy breaths filled the room as Miguel was rolling his hips against yours. Creating a perfect rhythm as he humped against you. He bent you over against the console. You looked back to watch his face lower at seeing your bodies flush against each other. He was so attractive like that.

To your surprise, Miguel grabbed the nape of your neck, pushing you down as he rutted against you. “Help me with reports, my ass. I know what you really wanted…” You hummed at his hand squeezing your plump cheeks.

“A-And? What did I really want?”

To answer your question, he pulled off your pj bottoms, throwing them and those slippers he hated away. Your underwear was with it, leaving you bare from the waist down. His large fingers dipped down, slicking himself with your arousal. The hand gripping your neck slid down your back, under your shirt. Stroking your back as he played with your sex. Pumping two fingers in and out of you.

“Jesus…” He grunted, “All of this for me?”

You arched your back, reveling in his rough fingers handling you like it was nothing. His thumb brushed against your clit occasionally, not giving you enough stimulation you needed.

“Miguel…stop playing…”

“Shh, mi amor. Esto es reembolso para ti jugando conmigo (This is payback for you messing with me).”

You whined at the mercy of your partner and his teasing touches. You should've said you wanted to fuck outright. But he was being nice, giving more attention to your sensitive bud. His slick fingers glide along you with ease. The hand that was on your back went around to grope your breast. Pinching your nipple as he kept rubbing you. You were so close, on the brink of climaxing. But he stopped, earning a cry from you.

“No! Why did you-?”

A sharp thrust inside made you gasp. Large hands landed on your hips to pull you even closer to his body. Miguel's hard chest pressed against your back, his face buried in your head.

“Fuck.” He groaned as if he was experiencing you for the first time. Your mouth gaped as he pulled out completely before slamming himself back in. His large thighs hitting your ass repeatedly with each thrust.

This is what you wanted. What you imagined all night. To have your husband fuck you silly.

Grunts and moans filled the lab. You only hoped that no one was in HQ, or you and he would be in a rude awakening tomorrow. Miguel was a force to be reckoned with. Each powerful thrust makes you submit to him more and more. He knew what to do as he reached around to play with your clit after each thrust.

“Yeah…just like that…” You whimpered, feeling your impending release rising. You couldn't move as he had you trapped with his large body. Causing you to submit to him.

“Come on, nena. Let go for me.” Miguel grunted in your ear, not stopping his touches. Your eyes rolled back, back arched as you squeezed around his cock without warning.

Miguel stuttered, feeling your walls contort to him, not expecting you to climax so quickly. But he wasn't far behind, pounding into you to provide himself some relief. Your name came out of his lips strained as his seed filled you up inside. Tiny thrusts into you to make sure you got it all. His face nuzzled into your neck as he held you, soft kisses on your nape.

The two of you caught your breath in silence. Only the hum from his workstation filling your ears.

“Let's go home.” Another kiss to your head as he started handing you your clothes. He helped you put on your underwear and bottoms as you stumbled to his side.

“Are you sure? I thought you had more work to do.”

Miguel shook his head, pulling you to him as he created a portal back to your place. “I'll finish it later.”

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #slushycoookie writes

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qtkoshi · 11 months

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Maybe gn!Reader and Hobie adopt a kitten and the other three (Pavitr, Gwen, and Miles) come to see the kitten? Maybe a orange kitten gn!Reader wanted to name Spunk or Spike while Hobie gave them a spike collar? Would be cute lol

i luv ur brain anon

"you got....a kitten?"

- ok ok idk if this is what u meant, but u can feel free to run this with the bubblegum reader + hobie bc i think it fits alright :-) - also get a little deep with describing relationship,, but it’s necessary for the plot ! (...) - also!!! tysm for the requests; i am very excited to get into them, but will prob wait till tmrw to release bc it is my birthday today <3 much love to you all

──★ ˙ ̟ to the stars ！

general headcannons

alright first of all: hobie with a kitten? i’m in tears.

i love the hc that hobie has a soft spot for cats and the fact that y’all got one together? bye.

NAPS WITH THE KITTEN JUST NESTLED BETWEEN BOTH OF YOU

this cat is gonna be SPOILED in attention i tell u rn

hobie isn’t as obvious ab it as u, but the amount of times u see him chilling with the cat just perched on his shoulder?? (why are u taking the baby swinging across the city hobie; wait a min now–)

how u got him

imagine this: ur walking past an alley and hear this small little meow; after further investigation you find this tuft of orange fur crying outside the dumpster and

now u gotta take it in what r u talking about!!

bringing him home immediately ; hobie's spidey senses prob picked up the cat's presence before you got in the door.

'baby what's that.' 'c'mon spiderman we got saving to do'

man can't even argue with you

hobie not naming the cat himself bc he doesn’t wanna enforce socio-constructed labels on an unsuspecting creature that can’t consent

u can tho.

and while you very much want to, you tell hobie you gotta think on it for a bit – it has to fit just right!! (tbh he rlly doesn’t mind the cat being nameless, but he’s kinda whipped and will kinda go with what u want if it helps give that pretty lil smile to him again)

spider-squad finding out ab him

the besties r wrapping up something with a fight and hobie’s all k gotta leave and check on the cat and the rest are like ?????

pav absolutely floored bc how dare did u not mention this sooner hobie

'so you lot wanna come see him?' (inter-dimensional travel ensues) – also never gonna complain ab coming to hobie’s house they all think his place is dope

i’m sure we all know orange cats are fucking crazy and that does not exclude the little gremlin jumping off the walls of your flat rn

hobie ofc is smirking bc his son the cat is a little agent of chaos and he couldn’t be more proud

you, on the other hand, are just a little tired trying to get the fucker to stay still for a second so u can put on the damn flea medicine

everybody loves him are u kidding (miles a little hesitant tho, he still has beef with the last spiderman-variant cat he met :/ )

“so whats its name?” miles was watching with wary eyes as the little ball of fur darted around. with a heavy (and definitely not dramatic) sigh, you walk over to the group “still haven’t picked. we just found him yesterday.”

luv the idea of hobie looking at u anytime ur in the room (stay with me now) — can’t help it u just grab all his attention, maybe stop being so lovely idk

speaking of your relationship: he has spent years battering against everything life throws at him that having your love in the palm of his hands? something to protect not in the way he does as a hero, but in the way to cherish as a person?? give the man a break, he deserves to admire you whenever he can.

anyways hobie’s looking at you before going ‘oh yea’, just grunts and pulls out this little collar with little spikes and their matching and oh my that is so cute

says he found it in some garbage, most def made the collar with some scraps like he did his own (gotta keep it cool yk)

you giddy and putting the collar on the little heathen and just all ‘omg wait a min’

promptly lifting the cat up and “THIS IS SPIKE.”

cue golf claps from the squad with some ooo’s and aah’s

more gen headcannons

remember when hobie and the cat were swinging around the city? yea he's taking that mf everywhere. puts him in his pocket like a little surprise

hobie loves to play fight with the cat

spike is the perfect mix; got hobie’s energy and your brightness it’s a win-win

i could write more but i'll stop here for now 🕸️

⊗

#hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #spiderverse x reader #spiderpunk #hobie brown #across the spiderverse #atsv x reader #across the spiderverse x reader #spiderpunk x reader #hobart brown x reader #hobie۫ ִ✮#this was so cute hehe #thank you anon #!!!!!

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corroded-hellfire · 2 months

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Reading AYW things has me thinking about Eddie and Reader sniffing baby Eliza right after they bring her home and she’s got that fresh baby smell and Luke and Ryan are like “what are they doing?”

-cj. @cheesewritings

Just out here fueling my own baby fever. Please enjoy some lil baby Eliza 💕

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Less than a month has gone by since you’ve given birth to your and Eddie’s baby girl and yet so much has changed. Your hormones still give you mood swings from time to time. Eddie feels a bit more tired than usual between being up at odd hours of the night and trying to make sure you and Eliza are being taken care of while still keeping Ryan and Luke’s normal weekly routine going. The boys dote over their baby sister, but their sleep has definitely been impacted as well by the high-pitched wailing that comes just down the hall every night. One morning at breakfast before school, Luke fell asleep with half of his face in his bowl of Corn Flakes.

But every small discomfort is well worth it to have the most beautiful baby girl you’ve ever seen. Her eyes already threaten to be as wide and doe-like as her father’s and you know you’ll be in deep trouble then. The soft wispy baby hairs on her head are similar in color to Eddie’s and her eyebrows have the same arch as his. Eliza absolutely has your nose and lips though. Your husband swears it’s as if God copy and pasted the features right from you to your daughter. Whenever she smiles though, you see her brothers. It may still be gas for her at this age, but the smile that upturns her pretty pink mouth is the spitting image of what you see on the faces of your sons. Munson charm in full effect.

Evenings have been the most unpredictable so far. Will Eliza be awake? Asleep? Hungry? Fussy? Happy? Content? Not to mention what Eddie or the boys will be like.

Tonight is a good night, though. The boys are down the hall playing video games in Ryan’s room, and you and Eddie are cuddled up on the couch, Eliza snuggly cradled between your arms. Spider-Man is playing on the television, but you’d both forgotten about the movie the second that your daughter woke up, about fifteen minutes into the superhero flick.

“Oh, look what a big mouth you have!” you coo as your daughter releases a tiny yawn, as if she hasn’t spent most of her day sleeping. You envy the hours of rest infants need.

Eddie gazes down at her adoringly and the love shining in his eyes threatens to have your heart burst right through your ribs. It’s no secret that he’s always wanted a daughter and it’s still dizzying to think that you’re the one to give that to him.

Soft, gurgling baby noises come from the baby’s mouth as she looks back and forth from you to her father. Both you and Eddie chuckle when she lifts her small arms above her head, then on the way down stops to stick her tiny fingers in her mouth.

“God, she’s perfect,” Eddie muses, and you’re not sure if you were meant to hear it or he was just thinking aloud. Either way, he’s right. Every little thing about her has captured your heart.

Slowly, Eddie leans forward and presses his lips to her soft forehead.

“And she smells so good,” Eddie adds, making you giggle.

“I know!” you agree. “What is it about that new baby smell?”

Gently, you lift Eliza so her head is more level with yours and Eddie’s. As one, you both lean in and inhale the scent wafting off your daughter. The baby doesn’t seem to mind, but it looks like she’s trying to figure out what you’re doing by the way she keeps looking at you. And she’s not the only one.

“What are they doing?” Luke mutters to his older brother from where they stand off to the side of the hallway connecting the living room to the rest of the house.

“Smelling her,” Ryan answers with a shrug.

“Uh, why?” Luke furrows his brows as he watches the scene on the couch in confusion.

“Seeing if she needs a diaper change? I don’t know,” Ryan says.

“But they’re smiling. No one would ever smile around one of Eliza’s dirty diapers,” Luke says, having plenty of experience to back up that claim.

“Maybe they washed her hair,” Ryan offers with another shrug. “I don’t know, I guess she just smells good.”

Luke’s quiet for a moment before he tilts his head up to look at his brother.

“Do they ever smell you?”

“No,” Ryan says with a sigh, this conversation already exhausting him.

“Do they smell me when I’m not looking?” Luke asks, more rhetorical this time.

“Yes, we all do,” Ryan goads. “We’ve been meaning to talk to you about taking more baths.”

The younger Munson boy glowers at his brother and stomps past him into the living room.

“Um, does she smell?” Luke asks as he approaches the couch.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, looking up at his son with a grin. “She’s got that new baby smell. C’mere.��

He gestures for Luke to lean in and smell the top of Eliza’s head. The boy does and when he pulls back, he’s smiling.

“She kind of smells like cheese.”

The words make you giggle, and you lay your head on your husband’s shoulder as Eddie cradles Eliza against his chest.

“Ryan! She smells like cheese!”

“What?” Ryan asks as he walks over.

“Yeah, but like actual cheese. Not a Cheeto or the stuff in a can.”

Ryan frowns. “Didn’t you just eat a whole bottle of Cheez Wiz yesterday?”

“You did what?” Eddie asks, raising an eyebrow at his youngest son.

“I said it wasn’t real cheese,” Luke says to Ryan, ignoring his father completely. “Not that it wasn’t delicious. Now smell,” Luke urges him.

Ryan gives his little brother a skeptical look, but when you give him a reassuring nod, he leans in and sniffs her hair.

“It’s like…baby powder. But…I don’t know, fresher?” Ryan isn’t sure how to describe it, but he certainly doesn’t think cheese is the word he’d use.

“Do all babies have it?” Luke asks as he takes a seat next to you.

“Most do,” Eddie tells him. “You both did.”

“When did I lose it? Or do I still have it?” Luke tries to yank one of his curls straight so he can get a good whiff of it, but to no avail.

“It goes away after a few weeks or months,” Eddie says.

“What causes it?” Ryan asks.

Your husband smiles and you can tell he loves the boys asking him these questions. He’d sit here and talk to them about Eliza—or anything, really—all day.

“I don’t know, pal,” Eddie says.

“It’s like new car smell!” Luke adds.

“But better,” you say, poking his tummy in his most ticklish spot. He giggles and squirms around at your side. Once he’s calmed, Luke slumps against your arm and watches Eliza fuss a little in Eddie’s arms.

“Even when she loses that baby smell,” Luke says, poking you in the thigh with a small bony forefinger, “I hope she grows up to smell like you and not Daddy.”

Eddie’s jaw drops open as he turns his head towards Luke. You want to make some sort of witty remark, but you can’t think of any. Plus, you’re laughing way too hard to speak.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #older!eddie #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #dad!eddie #AYW #AYWS #request

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