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day seven: cumplay

pairing: joaquín torres x fem!reader

warnings: smut. friends with benefits but there’s feelings involved. jealousy, slight possessiveness. unprotected sex {you let joaquín in bare for the first time and he loses his mind lol}. dirty talk, probably over excessive use of the word baby. cum-swapping/eating. the ending on this sucks ngl.

word count: 1.5k

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The three swift knocks in quick succession to your front door make it known whose behind it. His unanswered text still flashing on your phone as if you were expected to drop everything and accomodate to him.

“Baby!” Joaquín’s voice is soothing, like aloe to a fresh burn. “C’mon, open up please!”

It makes you want to roll your eyes, considering less than twenty-four hours ago, him and his ex being too close for comfort were plasted all over your mutual friends’ socials.

“I’m busy!” Is the only excuse you can think of.

The sound of him snorting has irritation bubbling. “I’m sure whatever you’re doing can wait, c’mon I missed you.”

That’s what does it.

The door swings open, the light coming from inside your apartment causing him to blink before that swoon-worthy smile of his appears. “Hey you.”

“I’m really not in the mood tonight.”

He shrugs. “That’s okay, we can just hang out?” Those sincere brown eyes are the reason for you stepping aside and letting him in.

The two of you sit on the couch, the television playing something you’re hardly paying attention to. All you can focus on, is the simple black tee that tightens over his wide chest. The silver chain dangling from his neck taunting as you remember what it’s like to feel it between your teeth.

A warm, stroking hand to your thigh has your eyes snapping up to meet his. There’s an inquisitive look on his face, but Joaquín knows you well enough to know not to ask.

Instead, he waits patiently for you to open up, and admit what has you so distant.

“Did you have fun last night?”

“It was alright.” He turns to you, a soft smile on his face. “Would’ve been better if you were there.”

The sound you make is noncommittal. “Mm, I’m sure.”

“What does that mean?”

You move away from him. “Nothing, it doesn’t matter.”

A gentle palm cups your jaw, delicately turning you toward him. “Of course it matters,” he murmurs. “If I’ve done something to upset you, I’m sorry.”

“When we started this, we agreed not to see other people.”

His eyebrows shoot up at the accusatory tone in your voice. “And I’m not.”

“Well you sure looked cosy with Anna last night.”

And there it is — the admittance of what’s really troubling you.

Joaquín’s answering laugh has you swatting his hand away from your face. “No, no baby. ‘M sorry, c’mere.” He manages to wrap his arms around your waist as you stand to leave, pulling you down into his lap. “I didn’t mean to laugh, it’s just…”

“Just what?”

“We were drunk.” You scoff at his poor excuse but a quick pinch to your side has you keeping quiet. “It was nothing, really. I’d never do anything to jeopardise what we have, baby. I swear.”

Soft kisses are pressed into your neck, the sound of Joaquín’s steady breathing causing you to relax. “I hate you.”

He chuckles. “Okay, baby.”

You turn your head, capturing his mouth with yours as you move to straddle his waist. Joaquín’s hands travel down, getting a firm grip to your ass before squeezing it.

“Can’t believe you think I’d want anyone else.” His tongue flicks against yours. “Not when I have my baby with her perfect ass.”

The smack makes you gasp, rocking your hips against his. You pull back, reaching down to the hem of your shirt before removing it.

“Fuck,” he moans. As soon as your bare breasts are at his disposal, Joaquín is leaning down and takes one of your perky nipples into his mouth.

Your hands tangle themselves in his hair, tugging harshly when you feel his teeth graze you slightly. “Want you, ‘Quín, inside me.”

He shushes you, pulling back as he digs through his pockets but at your refusal, he seems confused. “Need to get a condom.”

“Or…” You bite your lip coyly. “We could skip it, this time ‘round?”

“Shit, baby,” he groans. “Are you sure?”

You kiss him gently. “We’re both clean and we’ve only been with each other so yeah, ‘m sure.”

The next few minutes involve the two of you getting naked, before you’re straddling him again. His fingers run along your wet folds, smearing your juices around before entering your entrance with two fingers.

“S’tight,” he groans as he feels you clench down. “Pussy’s so wet, can’t wait to feel her wrapped around my cock.”

You giggle. “Then hurry up and fuck me.”

He playfully bites at your shoulder. “So impatient.”

Once he deems you ready, he’s guiding his cock toward your cunt. Teasingly, he runs the head through your puffy lips, using your arousal for slick.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes as he pushes forward. The feeling of your cunt is snug around his bare length, and he swears he can feel you throbbing as he bottoms out.

“‘Quín,” your voice is a heady whine. “You fill me up so well, oh my god.”

You swear it’s never been this intense, the knowledge that he’s bare inside of you only serving to turn you on even more. It’s why you can’t help but start to bounce up and down on his cock, desperate in your movements.

Joaquín’s hands massage your ass, spreading your cheeks in between the searing spanks he gives. “You’re so good for me baby, fucking this cock like you own it.”

His words cause an urge of possessiveness to flow through your veins, bringing yourself down harder as you ride him.

“You like that?” He chuckles as he watches the lust blow out your pupils. “‘Cause baby, you say the words and it’s all yours,” he says heatedly. “I’m all yours.”

“You’re mine,” you whimper as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix.

“That’s right baby.” He presses his lips into yours. “‘M all yours, this cock is yours. So fuck it like you mean it.”

And you do — circling your hips with a squeal as you feel your orgasm grows. “I’m gonna come!”

With his feet firmly planted on the ground, his hands move to your hips, guiding as he starts thrusting. “Cream my cock, baby.”

It’s blinding, your release gushing around him as you succumb to the pleasure. You hear his choked swallow, feeling his hips stuttering as he feels you clench down.

“Oh fuck, baby, you gotta get off.” Joaquín cries, “I’m gonna shoot, you’ve gotta get off.”

You shake your head. “‘S okay, ‘Quín.” Your fingernails dig into his shoulders. “Don’t have t’pull out, want it in me.”

“Oh fuck, baby.” His voice is raspy, eyes clenching shut at your words. “You can’t —shit— you can’t say that to me if you don’t mean it.”

Still reeling from your orgasm, you lean down and bring him into a filthy kiss. “I mean it, honey.” He whines in response. “Want you to fill me up, want to feel your cum drip out of me.”

It’s those word that do him in, unable to stave off his own release any longer he comes with a shout of your name. “Shit, fuckin’ hell.”

You grind your hips down, milking his cock as the two of you catch your breath.

“C’mere.” Joaquín pulls you in for another heated kiss, pushing his tongue past your lips as he greets yours with a groan.

As you break apart, you feel him get a sturdy grip on your waist before manoeuvring you both on the lounge so that your back is pressed against it with him hovering on top.

Slowly, he pulls out of you, aware of your sensitivity as he looks down at where the two of you were connected. Joaquín moves down your body, an unfamiliar noise coming from the man as he watches his seed leak from your swollen cunt.

It’s not until he hears your squeal of his name does he realise he’s playing with it, using his fingers to scoop up his come. “Open your mouth, baby.”

You do, letting him feed it to you and greedily swallowing it. When he reaches down again, he brings some of it to your stomach, massaging it into your skin.

“‘Quín!”

“Shh, ‘s okay. Just wanna mark you up all nice and pretty.”

You feel him settle between your thighs, and you look down to see his curly hair for a split second before his tongue is licking you clean.

Arching up into his mouth, your hand immediately go to his hair. “Oh my god!”

He pulls back, winking at you before climbing back up your body. Tapping his finger against your bottom lip, you understand what he wants. He leans forward, and it’s only when you taste the familiar bittersweet flavour that you realise what he’s doing.

The two of you swap the mixture of your combined releases, panting into each other’s mouths at the act.

“Quín,” you pant against his lips.

He shushes you sweetly, “I know, baby.”

Then you’re kissing softly, enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies as you slowly come down from the high.

“God baby, you look so pretty like this.”

You can’t help but giggle at his gentle praise. “You’re too cute.”

“Mm, lemme enjoy my girl.” His nose brushes against yours.

“Your girl?” He hums softly at your proposal. “I like it.”

“Good.” Joaquín smiles. “‘Cause ‘m not letting you go.”

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Te Lo Ruego

miguel o’hara x fem!reader

nsfw masterlist | main masterlist

word count: 0.8k

summary: miguel is desperate for just a taste

warnings: SMUT (18+), minors DNI, miguel being a munch and pussy drunk, that’s it, it’s just him being desperate to eat you out <3 also, spanish (translation at the end)

A/N: I read two words and was inspired to write this…took me about an hour and now this is all i’m thinking about, please enjoy // as always, feedback is greatly appreciated, reblog and lmk what you think! <333

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I wanna follow more eddie writersssss will y'all reblog this if you're over 18, write for eddie munson (especially smut and dark fics 💜) and wanna be mutuals??

Thoughts on Miguel having a breeding kink??

I feel like because of him being part spider he would have moments where he needs to breed you because it’s just part of his DNA, begging and asking you if he can cum inside you.

Needy Miguel who gets taken care off because he can’t control himself <333

I actually wrote a full fic based on something similar coming out later this week! but I just had a few HCs I felt I needed to share 👀👀

Miguel O'Hara Breeding kink HCs

(AO3 Mirror), Main Masterlist

pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

summary: Breeding kink HCs + more :)

warnings: slight fdom, masturbation, breeding kink, marking, slight size kink. 18+ Minors DNI

wc: 1.6k

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Before you started dating, he hid it pretty well. 

It's not a rut per se (violent flashback to my ABO phase) but his changed DNA makes him susceptible to being more animalistic. 

Before meeting you, it was less of an issue. His instincts would be more aggressive, manifesting mostly as Spiderman. 

A little more violent, proactive, and stony-faced on the streets. Sure, his libido was higher, but he could satisfy himself fine - opting for quickies in the shower. 

When he first meets you, and you grow closer he finds them getting worse. 

Hot flushes, possessiveness, and god, he's head over heels for your scent. 

The first time you sleep together, he's more forward than he usually would be. After a date, and you look stunning, he just can't think straight. 

After a couple of beers, Miguel floats down the street next to you. You've got your hand in his, click-clacking down the sidewalk in boots and those jeans that make your ass look good. He would know, of course, he's spent the past 5 minutes staring at them. 

He's ashamed to admit it, but he can't concentrate, the story you've been telling goes straight over his head. All he can see is your bubblegum pink gloss, and that perfume you've been wearing goes straight to his cock. You're beautiful , the sweetest thing he's ever had the pleasure of taking out, and all he can think of is what you'd feel like underneath him. 

He walks you up to your apartment door. When you stop outside, he can't help but put a hand on your waist and cage you against the door. 

"You look beautiful, baby." He breathes. 

Your whole face lights up, and it's all he can do to not kiss you right there. You look up. Miguel is tall, broad and handsome. His eyes are low, dangerously raking over your face and body. 

"Do you….. do you want to come in?"

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You don't notice at first. You and Miguel have great sex: he's attentive, handsome, and he's got a pretty healthy appetite. 

He's into a lot of things you didn't think you'd like: marking you up with hickies and admiring you after. 

It's a possessiveness you're not used to, and it turns him on to no end. 

For that reason, he's very verbal; talking you through it just to see you blush. 

" Fuck, Miguel." 

He traces the fresh hickies he's made on your chest as you're splayed out below him. Obscenely, he slaps his dick against your clit, wet noises resounding through your bedroom. 

"Aren't you pretty, mi vida ?" He likes the way you writhe against him, hips flush against his and bucking up for some relief. He's been pawing at your pussy and whispering filthy shit in your ear; using his senses to chase every twitch and pulse of your body. 

"S'what happens when you walk around the house in those tiny shorts, baby. Hmm? Ass out, bending over like I can't see how wet you are. Like I can't taste it in the air." You whimper and he bucks into your hole, catching on your clit before stretching you out. He takes it slow, caging you in with his arms. 

He buries himself in you from the hilt. And he humps your clit, just the way you like it. He takes your hands and holds them above your head, picking up the pace. You writhe and strain, but he holds you still dragging his hips in and out of your sopping hole. Warm, wet, he moulds you to the shape of his cock: rhythmic pounding filling your ears. Your head lolls and he licks up your moans; angling his hips just right and deepening the kiss. 

" ¿Más duro? Harder, baby?" You whine in response, watching where you bodies meet intently. 

" Need your cum, Miguel ."

He cries out, his pace sloppier and less controlled. You wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him closer, impossibly deep. 

“Can I cum? Please, mami, can I cum?” 

Your answer comes in the form of a harsh tug at the nape of his neck, wrenching his lips onto yours. He stills, spurting hot, sticky cum; painting your walls white. 

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Ohhh and he definitely has a size kink.

He likes to knead your body with his big hands, rubbing your thighs completely absentmindedly, after finishing. 

Aftercare is important to him, often plugging you up with his cock, or toys, or pushing his cum back in with thick fingers after spilling inside you. 

He likes multiple rounds, making sure his cum takes: he wants to see you plump and round and pretty with his baby. 

Irony is, he's not even sure if he wants kids, but the idea lights him on fire - fuels countless nights with you and nights when he strokes his cock to the thought of you. 

He becomes obsessive and a slight perv; taking your panties from the laundry to wrap around his nose, to rub against his cock when he touches himself. 

When Miguel gets like this, he is shameless, overstimulating himself to chase the perfect high.

You find him, back turned in a tight little tank top, on the bed. You heard him first, of course. The rhythmic slap and groaning that creeps into the apartment. You’ve had a long day at work, body sore and aching. The only thing you want to do is kick your heels off, and collapse into bed. And you would’ve - if not for the Miguel-shaped lump perched on the edge of your mattresses. 

You lean on the doorframe, eyebrow raised. “...didn’t know it was so soon, Miguel.”

He doesn’t even glance your way, only moaning and clutching at the sheets. You walk around for a better vantage point, to look him in the eye when he finally spills into his palm. And there, you see the deep red of a pair of panties you had put in the laundry a while back.

“Can’t help it, mi sol. You know I can’t help it.” 

"Fucking perv ." You hiss. He stops, hips jerking up. You sink down to your knees, dainty hands wrapping around his cock. All he can do is watch as you rub his length, squeezing his tip so precum pours out like a leaky shampoo bottle. 

"What were you thinking of that's got you so desperate to hump your hand?" You press a sticky kiss to his balls. 

He doesn't answer at first, too lost in the back and forth of your fingers, other hand pressing the gusset of your panties against his nose. Cruelly, you stop, and he cries out as you squeeze his tip."Asked you a question, Miguel."

"Sorry, mami. C-Can't help it. Only thinking with my cock," He whines, until you start up again. Your face is right next to his length and it is all he can do not to cum all over it. "Thinking about you. Fucking you hard. Deep. Filling you up with my cum again and again-" 

"You want to fuck a baby into me?" 

He nods desperately. "Wouldn't you look so pretty? Plump and round and waddling around with all my cum? Mine, always mine," You speed up, snaking a hand downwards to put some pressure at your clit. Ever perceptive, he notices and grabs, pulling you upwards. Like paper, he rips through the stockings, biting and soothing the bites with his tongue all over your thighs. 

"You want my tongue, first? My fingers?" 

You shake your head. "N-No, Miguel. Long day jus'.... need your cum. Fill me up. Breed me."

He doesn't need to be told twice. You help him get rid of his clothes, and strip down to your bra and panties. He looks hungry, eyes raking over the peaks and troughs if your body. You know what he's like when he gets like this; little self control, reckless abandon. He'd actually fuck a baby in you if it weren't for your birth control. So when you sink down on his length, he isn't tender or sweet, like he usually his. He's an animal , fucking up into your hole and kneading the globes of your ass apart for better purchase. 

"Give it to me, mi vida ." You clench around his thick dick, the burn and stretch of him just right. "Oh fuck, just like that. M'gonna cum, baby, straight into this cunt. Gonna fuck a baby into you, okay? Dámelo, dámelo…"

He stutters, hips flush against your clit and giving you the most delicious throb at your pussy. With a cry, he cums into, deep, as promised. He wraps his fingers in yours, holding you through your own impending orgasm. You fall through the sky, together, coming down from your high. He kisses your forehead with a lazy smile. 

"Not enough, mi vida. Gotta make sure it takes." 

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LANI PLS THIS WAS SO GOOD, IM AN ABSOLUTE PUDDLE RN

A Seasoned Fighter

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Older!Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Summary: Just because the First Order dismantled, doesn’t mean the Resistance has stopped fighting for the freedom of the galaxy. You’re newly recruited and stationed at a base that’s run by the legend himself, General Poe Dameron. Based on this artwork + my shitty edits.

Warning: age gap, Poe's kinda a dick, smut - rough sex, p in v, choking, oral (m receiving), this Poe is suuuuuuper ooc.

A/N: I'M WRITING FOR POE AGAIN! YAY! Also, I might write more if people want. because i do have more ideas for this version of Poe...

Tagging: @darthdameron @abelslittlebunny

You've been with the Resistance for a short time. A little under five years. Despite the end of the First Order, that didn't mean that there weren't still people who wanted to take over the galaxy. The Resistance still remained in tact taking care of those who tried to take the First Order's place, as well as keeping the overall galaxy safe.

In the time you've been with the Resistance, you heard about the legends such as Rey Skywalker, General Finn, and General Poe Dameron. Rey and Finn were off on the other side of the galaxy, training new and upcoming Jedis. General Poe Dameron? Well, he stuck with the Resistance.

You grew up hearing stories about him. He had saved your parents, Resistance fighters as well, and if it wasn't for him, you wouldn't be here. You thought that when you'd meet him, he'd be just as witty and charming like your parents described.

Unfortunately, he was the opposite.

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Help I have a thot so rotten I need professional help.

Rhett is working and you rile him up - so.far so usual. At one point he snaps and ties you to a breeding stand and then proceed to mount you. All the while snarling how your going to be breed like an animal in heat when you act like one. No amount of pleading and begging will help you

￫ a/n: lemme fucking tell you something anon. i got this. read it. and was in shock for the next ten minutes. i love this so so so much it’s unhealthy 😵‍💫 welp! we’re going down!

￫ c/w: rhett using derogatory language towards the reader, comparing you to an animal in heat, rhett being mean and degrading to you, cnc, p in v, daddy kink, manhandling you, what’s in the ask is what you’re gonna get.

you’re both working in the barn through the afternoon, moving hay and other supplies, cleaning out the horses and keeping the rest of the livestock in check. the humid summer heat has past it’s highest point since midday, but you’re both still struggling through the heat. it’s unbearably hot inside your stuffy barn and understandably, you’re both agitated.

every so often when you pass by rhett, you squeeze at his bulging biceps or at his crotch that’s already supporting a semi from your heated touches. he lets out a low grumble the fifth time you pass him by and you mock pout at him.

“what is it, daddy?” you elongate the last part of your wording with a flirtatious touch and bat your eyelashes teasingly at him.

rhett’s jaw is set firm as he scowls at you. his eyebrows are knitted tightly together in frustration as he bites back at you. “quit it. you’re actin’ like a fuckin’ whore right now and it ain’t helping.”

“but, daddy—” you whine out again, but rhett is there to cut you off instantly.

“enough. fuckin’ help me finish this and maybe, i’ll be nice to y’ later.”

his tone is firm and unwavering, and you should know better than to push him, but you excuse the heat for your lack of better judgement.

“fuckin’ fine. i’m goin’ inside and finishing myself off, somethin’ you can’t do.”

that snaps the final cord of patience that rhett has inside of him for you. he’s quick to grab at your forearm with a bruising grip as you leave the barn. you yelp out and struggle against him as he manhandles you, pushing you closer to a corner of the barn. it overwhelms you how strong he can be. your thrashing is no use.

your eyes are wide when you see him dragging you closer to a breeding stand, yet you feel the inside of your stomach somersault at the prospect of what rhett is suggesting. you still go along with it however, pleading with desperation as he ties you to the breeding stand.

“r-rhett? what are you fuckin’ doin’?!” you land with a final thud as rhett pushes your neck down to rest on the head stand that would be used for animals. you’re bent over and on all fours, with your feet teetering and scraping along the hay covered floor. your dress is flipped over your ass and you feel rhett’s hot and calloused fingers hook inside your underwear and tear them completely from your frame.

“if you’re gon’ act like an animal in heat,” rhett’s voice behind you is an ugly snarl, his teeth biting at one another. “i’m goin’ to be breedin’ you like an animal in heat.”

you hear his belt buckle clang against itself before a harsh smack is delivered to your exposed ass and the backs of your thighs. in reaction, you let out a cry that ends with an embarrassing moan. you hate yourself for being so incredibly aroused by this, but you don’t hate yourself for playing into his fucked up little fantasy.

his hands grip tightly at the flesh of your hips as he mounts you like an animal himself. you let out another pleading moan as you feel his tip push through your folds.

“rhett! please, please—” you’re begging and pleading with him, but you don’t know what for.

another curt smack is issued to your ass as he stuffs himself full inside of you. “animals in heat don’t get a say in this, quit your whinin’ or i’ll stuff your mouth with a horse bit.”

Black Dahlias

Pairing: Ghostface!Eddie Munson x F! Reader (18+)

Contains: 18+!! Heavy, graphic smut. Rough, unprotected sex, dirty talk, oral sex (M/F receiving), praise kink, slight degradation, breeding kink if you squint, possessive!eddie, mean!eddie, slight innocence kink. Minor ghostface!steve. CANON DIVERGENT.

Trigger warnings: DUBCON, knife play, stalking, panty theft, drinking and drug consumption, emetophobia, allusions to sexual assault and child abuse, graphic depictions of murder, violence and gore. <-PLEASE HEED THESE TRIGGER WARNINGS!!!!

A/N: happy All Hallows’ Eve!! 🎃 thank you so so so much to T @hotchs-bitch for leaving me 112 comments on this Google doc despite having her own 17k word WIP. I love u.

Somebody’s watching you. 

Your eyes dart around the open courtyard, scanning the area for anything, anybody that stands out, but the unease rolling in your stomach dissipates as quickly as it arrives. 

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Dile (Cuéntale)

miguel o’hara x spiderwoman!reader

song inspo: dile by don omar + playlist

main masterlist // nsfw masterlist

word count: 4.5k

summary: Miguel gets jealous of your relationship with Peter. He’s on a mission to prove he’s better.

warnings: SMUT (18+), minors DNI, porn without much plot (I need him carnally), jealous/possessive miguel, biting kink (pretend his bites aren’t paralyzing y’all), miguel being a munch!, unprotected sex (pls be safe irl), overstimulation? (he makes you cum a lot), creampie/breeding kink, dirty talk, operating under the assumption they’re both nude under their suits, Spanish (I’ll put translations in a reblog), mutual pining/a confession!?, way too many italics bc I need to emphasize everything.

A/N: this was just supposed to be a short concept piece…and it ended up taking me three weeks to write bc I just kept adding more. anyways, felt weird to write miguel speaking spanish if the reader doesn’t understand so this is technically latina!reader (actually really happy ab it bc I always wanted to write latina!reader for myself 😊).

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