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paridolll · 28 days

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✰ gn!reader x gojo ✰ fwb!gojo, one-bed trope, sugushoko cameo, suggestive content (MDNI) ++ mildly ib this post from @/woahjo bc reading it put me in such a fwb!gojo mood it's so good TT enjoy this short lil brainrot ✰

“rock, paper, scissors—!”

shoko’s hand smacks down against her palm at the right moment, her fingers curled into the shape of her fist— the shape of a rock, technically. what follows is a split second of silence before the erupting sound of her cheers, and suguru’s subsequent groans.

“damn it,” he huffed, pouting at the shape he had put his own hand into— the shape of scissors, the pair of his index and middle fingers proving to be no match against shoko’s rock.

“looks like shoko gets the master bedroom,” satoru snickers as he watches them, playfully bumping his shoulder against your own while he spoke— something that made shoko narrow her eyes at you with a knowing glance for a moment before suguru was ushering satoru over.

“whatever, it’s your turn.”

when in doubt, a friendly game of rock, paper, scissors between 4 adult friends is the perfect way to decide who gets to sleep in which bedroom in the cabin you all rented out for the weekend. a cabin that, unlike what was mentioned in the original listing, only had three bedrooms instead of four. this meant that one of you was going to take the couch— and so far, it wasn’t gonna be shoko.

“hah!” with luck finally on his side, suguru grins triumphantly as he loudly slaps his hand over satoru’s fist, beating satoru’s own rock with his paper. satoru blinks in surprise at this, his expression falling from that signature easy grin of his to a look of genuine shock.

“can we do best two out of three?” satoru tries, but quickly raises his hands in defense when shoko clicks her tongue at him, jabbing her finger into his chest to reprimand him for trying to avoid his fate.

“it’s not over yet, you still might win this next one,” you offered, raising your own hands into position as you now stepped in front of satoru, taking suguru’s place.

satoru’s lips fell into a pout as he positioned himself, but even a child could tell he was putting on an act. satoru’s eyes meet your own, and for a short moment, you seem to forget where you two are. there’s an unmistakeable glint in those icy blue irises that makes you feel as though it was just the two of you hanging out, as if suguru and shoko weren’t both spectating your every move this very instant.

you resist the urge to glance over at them, not wanting to see what kind of look they were throwing your way. ever since you and satoru started to… mess around, there’s been this undeniable tension between the four of you. like there’s an elephant in the room that everyone knows is there but no one wants to be the first to acknowledge it.

if satoru wasn’t so good at making you feel good, you’d probably worry about the elephant more than you currently are. truth be told, it hasn’t affected any other aspect of your friendship with him or the others— besides the occasional awkward glances whenever satoru’s touch lingers on you for a moment too long —so you’re perfectly fine with what you two have going on.

after all, as long as it’s not keeping you up at night, what’s stopping you from having a little fun with one of your best friends?

you’re pulled from your thoughts when satoru gasps, his lips curling up into a relieved smile as he jabs his fingers over your hand— he did scissors, and you did paper.

(if you were any more childish, you’d have thought the implication of your fingers in between his was him making things too obvious in front of suguru and shoko. but it’s not like you’re thinking about that right now, anyway. of course you aren't.)

“oh,” you can’t really stop your voice from sounding mildly disappointed, shoulders slouching a little as you pulled your hands back and crossed your arms over your chest. “good game, i guess.”

it’s not until much later on, however, when you’re all getting ready to sleep, that satoru approaches you once more about the current bed situation.

“hey,” he whispers, though he has no real reason to— the others are still awake, just in the other room. “you didn’t really think i’d let you sleep on the couch, did you?”

you look up at him from your position on the couch— you’d just gotten comfortable against the cushions, about to pull your blanket up to your chin when he peered over from the behind the furniture. he tilts his head as he looks down at you, white tufts of hair falling over his face.

(he looks... pretty; with the moonlight shaping his features, and whatnot.)

by sheer instinct, you huff in response. “i just got comfortable.”

satoru merely grins at that— it’s not a rejection, after all. “you’ll be even more comfortable in an actual bed. come on.”

he urges you softly, tugging at the blanket draped over your waist. it truthfully didn’t take much at all for him to convince you— with a small roll of your eyes, you bit the inside of your cheeks to suppress a small smile as you got up from the couch.

you quickly learned that satoru just so happened to get the bedroom furthest down the hallway from the other two rooms. a small part of you wonders if that was a conscious decision on his end.

especially now because, after lying in silence next to each other for a only few minutes, you somehow ended up rolling on top of him— lips slotting against his as if they were made to.

it’s not like either of you planned it, but it’s also gotten increasingly harder lately to be alone around him without immediately getting the urge to jump his bones. you reckon he feels the same, if the firm way his hand slides up and down the expanse of your back before slipping underneath your shirt says anything about it.

“mmh,” he hums against your lips, his chest rising and falling at a steadily increasing pace. your legs move to straddle his waist as you make out with him, your fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt when you grip his shoulders. he kisses you the same way he always seems to— breathless, needy.

he nips at your lower lip just as you start to pull away, quietly gasping for air. your eyes are still closed, so you completely miss the way his own glaze over as he admires you above him. he could get used to this view.

“we probably shouldn’t…” you trailed off, biting your lip when your eyes fluttered open, only to find he was already staring at you.

“‘probably’?” he parrots, lips curling up into another grin when you hesitate in your response. his fingernails trace along your back, leaving goosebumps in their wake— gently coaxing the truth out of you. “is that what you want?”

“you already know what i want,” your response comes faster than you’d expected it to. it’s hard to miss the way his breath hitches, hearing the resoluteness in your tone.

slowly, he sits up, pulling you up with him until his back is leaning against the headboard. he’s quick to pull you back onto his lap, both hands now slipping underneath your shirt, his head falling forward until his lips are ghosting over your jawline.

“then tell me when to stop,” he murmurs lowly against your skin. there's a small, painless pinch on your waist; satoru presses the skin in between his fingers, struggling to hold back the steadily increasing desire he feels for you.

you sigh softly, your head tipping back slightly, exposing more of your neck to him in the process. “i don’t think i’ll want to.”

it’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s gripping the hem of your shirt, bunching up the fabric in his fists as he hastily pulls it up and over your head. the very instant your shirt is pulled off his lips are capturing yours once more, the action effectively solidifying how the rest of the evening will go:

you'll fuck your best friend again, and cross your fingers that the others don't hear you down the hallway.

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paridolll · 2 months

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‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡GODDESS [g.s x reader]

synopsis: in the ethereal world of dance, the white swan glides with grace, her every movement a poem of longing. the human prince, a star on the court, finds solace in her delicate steps, a symphony amidst the chaos of his world. their love blossoms, a forbidden dance between two realms, but as the final act approaches, will their love defy the constraints of their reality, or will they be forever trapped in the melancholy of what could have been?

╰┈➤ pairing: basketball player gojo satoru x fem!ballerina reader

⋆·˚*genre: strangers to friends to more, college au, complicated situationship

˚ ༘⋆warnings: nsfw, suggestive, smoking, self-destructive, mentions of bleeding, fluff, angst

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･updates: not sure yet

🎼playlist: ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

prologue.

i. introductions

ii. cliche

iii. que only be lee hi

iv. ocean eyes

v. love by wave2earth

vi. put your head in the game! [nsfw]

vii. the dying swan

viii. goddess

epilogue. [nsfw]

➥taglist: [OPEN]

➥comment down or send an ask!

[author’s note: was this an excuse to write a ballerina x basketball player au with gojo? yes, absolutely, definitely 😊]

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paridolll · 3 months

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Gojo Satoru Masterlist

Touch her and you'll burn Your boyfriend Gojo goes berserk after finding out that Toji kidnapped you.

You saved me After Suguru tried to kill his former girlfriend, Satoru is there to cure your depression.

She is my weakness While you are on the brink of death through Suguru's hands, Satoru realizes just how much you really mean to him.

A word of power When his wife is sent to missions over and over until it visibly gets to her, Gojo decides to do something against it.

Lies in the dark You boyfriend Gojo cheated on you with another woman, leaving you heartbroken. Did he, though?

Keep doing it Satoru loves coming to your office everyday to finally win your heart. But it seems like you're more subborn than he thinks.

Having to share a bed with Satoru Gojo at a love hotel ... no words needed.

Golden girl Satoru Gojo really hates everything about you, especially the fact that you are stronger than him. Is it even possible to get along with you, let alone like you? (Spoiler: yes)

The heart wants what it wants 18+ The farewell of your boyfriend Suguru left a wound so deep that it seems like no one is able to fix it. Is the Satoru Gojo, who's secretly in love with you, able to pick your pieces back together?

Promises you can't keep When Sukuna realizes that you did not only break your oath to wait until he returns back to you but married Gojo Satoru after 1000 years of him waiting for you, he goes insane.

Don't touch her Gojo going berserk when you get injured by a curse

Gojo eavesdropping on his wife when she's talking about him While you kept your relationship with Satoru private, you always admire him when you meet at work. However, when your students ask you about your type in men, you can't help but describe the love of your life who hears every single word

Gojo recklessly flirting with Choso's little sister at Shibuya After being set in Shibuya to distract and exhaust none other than Satoru Gojo, Choso's little sister soon learns that the rumors about his charm are true.

Gojo teasing the heck out of you after realizing you get flustered by his eyes After working with smooth operator Gojo Satoru for years, he slowly but surely began to realize what your true weakness is: his bright blue orbs. And he wouldn't be Satoru Gojo if he wouldn't use that against you...

Gojo's and (y/n)'s son wanting to marry (y/n) no words needed

Gojo going nuts when his students don't believe him that you are his wife When Satoru wears his wedding ring for the first time in front of his students, Nobara can't help but wonder who he's married to. But when Gojo confesses it's you, his students just don't believe him.

Gojo getting flustered by his sweaty wife and smacked at their training session Your beloved husband never fails to beat you without mercy when training together. But this time, something seems to catch his eye - your chance to finally hit him with your best shot.

Megumi accidentaly calling Gojo's wife "mum" no words needed

Gojo calling (y/n) a burden to keep her safe Despite the fact that Satoru Gojo was the one who lifted you up and gave you the confidence to go on your very first solo-mission, it was also him who shattered your confidence in order to keep you safe.

Gojo's wife showing her maniac side when it comes to protecting her precious students (Part 1) Despite Gojo's wife spoke vehemently against sending the first and second years on a way too difficult mission, the elders decided against her suggestion. Her calm and collected self changes drastically when she makes them regret their decicion...

Gojo's wife going berserk in order to protect her students (Part 2) Like your bad feeling already suggested, especially Toge's and Yuji's lives hang on a threat when their mission doesn't go as planned. Good for them that Gojo's wife and their teacher rushes to their side and shows everyone just how much she cares about them.

Gojo's girlfriend being there for Shoko when no one else is Shibuya brings even a strong and collected woman like Shoko down to her knees. Especially when you, the only person who seems to truly care about her, ask her about her well-being when your boyfriend just got sealed....

Gojo dressing up as Santa for his girlfriend, Megumi and Tsumiki Satoru Gojo expected a lot of things, but not his girlfriend and two rescued kids making fun of him after he put on a Santa costume only for them.

Gojo being your enemy (or lover?) Your family told you over and over, pounded it into your head since childhood: Satoru Gojo is your enemy, you are simply not allowed to feel anything but hatred towards the Gojo clan. But why do you find yourself lost in his arms each and every night, begging him to love you right?

Gojo buying (y/n) souvenirs after every mission and finding out she kept EVERYTHING Since your joyful smile is so addictive, Satoru can't help but buy you a souvenir every time he goes on a mission. After a few months, he realizes by accident that you do, in fact, keep everything he gifts you...

Geto's little sister finding out her husband got sealed by her big brother You thought you lost him forever, your big brother. Until Shibuya brings you back to reality, until your beloved husband gets sealed by none other than your dead big brother. Until you show your enemy what you're made off...

Gojo's wife supposedly getting executed by kicking ass instead When Sibuya is finally over, you find yourself facing none other than the elders who want to execute you. Little do they know you are no one to be messed with, that even without your husband by your side, you are a true threat if you want to...

Satoru Gojo purposely keeping the scar you gave him When his skin gets busted by your sheer excitement, it doesn't feel right to Satoru to use his reversed technique and simply heal.

Gojo's and (y/n)'s daughter buying a prom dress for her mum because she never had one When you told your little one about the fact that you never got to wear a prom dress, it was clear for your husband and daughter they needed to change that for your birthday.

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paridolll · 4 months

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～｡☆ FAVOURITE JJK FICS ON AO3

ft. jjk men (toji, nanami, geto, gojo, and choso)

ヾ˙❥ most of these fics are nsfw (smut, sexual content! please read the tags and the warnings inside of the story before you read!)

ヾ˙❥ click here for jjk men fic recs on tumblr!

1. heat waves (ft. choso kamo) by nagumoan

～｡☆ it's too hot to even move a single muscle of yours, so the only logical way to deal with it is... working up a sweat with your boyfriend. at least it's logical in his mind.

2. tease me (ft. gojo satoru & geto suguru) by meowandyouui

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ "𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔, 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒."

↳ in which - y/n falls in love with her bullies. geto and gojo. though she can't have both, and is torn between having to choose. ︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑

3. forget me not (ft. gojo satoru) by diorzieck

～｡☆ FORGET ME NOT DISEASE — a disease said to be a blessing. when a heart gets wounded by the one they love, their memories start to succumb.

4. fruit (ft. choso kamo) by thelovelyruin

～｡☆ he’s your ex, and he’s having a hard time moving on from you.

5. i know (ft. choso kamo) by thelovelyruin

～｡☆ choso wasn’t taking the break up well, and honestly, neither were you.

6. midnight (ft. gojo satoru) by tsunderetsukki

～｡☆ ❝ You look tired boss, let me help you out a little. Consider it an apology for making you work late ❞

╰---➤ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞-𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

7. slow bloom (ft. nanami kento) by princesspetty

8. secret slut (ft. choso kamo) by meowandyouui

9. dark eyes (ft. choso kamo) by moonc0re

10. first time (ft. choso kamo) by chososdisordkitten

11. late mornings (ft. nanami kento) by l043

～｡☆ the weekend was for rest, relaxation, amd sex.

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paridolll · 11 months

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y'all def like hobie 😭😭

lmk if i should write more for him ajabskak

#rose rambles

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paridolll · 11 months

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Forever

Miguel O'Hara x AFAB!Spiderperson/best friend!reader.

Warnings: Miguel (yes he needs his own warning), Miguel in heat, AFAB!reader, pronouns not specifically mentioned, breeding, fang/biting kink, claws (if you squint), me being shit at writing smut 🧍🏼‍♀️

You haven't seen Miguel in almost a week and finally had enough of his radio silence so you decided to use the spare key to his house and check on him yourself. As you made his way to his room, an odd smell filled the room. It was sweet, and similar to vanilla. Something about the scent made something stir deep in your core, but you ignored it and pushed the door to Miguel's room open. His room was horrible messy, clothes strewn everywhere and the smell of lust hanging thickly in the air. This was odd to you, as long as you've known him he was always high strung and almost annoyingly neat.

"Go away." He growled from under his covers, his voice strained. "Miguel? Oh my god, are you okay?? Are you hurt?" You rush over to him, hand brushing his shoulder as your eyes skate over his body, checking for injuries.

Miguel groaned in response to your touch, his body tensing up as you brushed his shoulder. He slowly pulled away from the covers, revealing red eyes and retractable talons. His chest heaved heavily, sweat coating his skin as he tried to fight the primal urge within him.

"I'm not hurt. But... I'm experiencing a heat." He muttered, his voice filled with discomfort as he sat up and clutched the blankets around his waist. "It's like a dog or a cat, I need to breed." You heaved a sigh of relief. "Can... can I help?" You say, sitting next to him on the bed. Even though he was your best friend, you couldn't leave him like this. And some part of you, buried under 5 years of friendship, wanted to know what it would be like to be filled by him.

Miguel hesitated for a moment, but then slowly nodded his head. "Please." He whispered, his voice laced with desperation as he leaned into you. "I can't take it anymore."

As he leaned into you, his scent only grew stronger, making you feel something stirring inside you. You could feel your own body growing hotter as well, the scent of his arousal filling your senses.

You reach out to touch his face, your fingers lingering along his jawline before you leaned in slowly for a kiss. The kiss started gentle, then progressed, quickly becoming needy. You swung your leg over him so you were straddling him and began kissing down his jaw, to his neck in desperation.

Miguel's chest rumbled in approval as you moved down to his neck, his breathing becoming labored as his body responded to your every touch. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, allowing you to feel his body's heat.

As you kissed and nibbled on his neck, Miguel let out low, growling moans. His hands wandered up your back before he reached to the hem of your shirt and pulled it off, revealing your muscular frame. "You're so beautiful," he muttered, his eyes glowing almost hypnotically.

You blushed furiously, but smiled up at him.

"Thanks, Miggy" You pressed a kiss to his abdomen and pulled his shirt off. "Y'know, I've dreamed of this for a while" A bright smile on your face, you continued pecking at his abs, giving him a chance to stop you if he wanted to. "Well, you should have told me sooner."

He growled playfully, his eyes still glowing with an intense heat. He pulled you closer, hungrily kissing you as his hands roamed your body. His touch was rough but gentle, as if he couldn't quite control his own body.

"Can I suck you off, Miggy?" You asked, pawing at his huge bulge as you ground your hips against the carpet desperately. You hadn't felt this aroused in a long time, but you needed to get him off first.

Miguel moaned loudly at your touch, his body shuddering with pleasure. "Please," he groaned, his body twitching in anticipation. "I need it so bad."

As you worked on pulling down his pants, his erection sprang free, twitching with need. You licked your lips, admiring the sight of him before taking him into your mouth with a moan. His taste was sweet and heady, causing you to bob your head up and down on him, taking him as deep as you could go and letting out pleasured moans before finally pulling back up.

You pushed your head down again, scratching at his thighs with your nails as you drug your mouth up and down his length. As you reached the bottom of his shaft, you dipped your tongue out to toy at his balls. Pulling back up, you moaned around him. "Tell me how good it feels baby."

Miguel gripped the sheets beneath him, his muscles tensed as he moaned loudly.

"It feels so good," he grunted, his hips bucking slightly as you worked on him.

"Your mouth is amazing, just keep going like that."

He let out another moan as you toyed with his balls before returning back to his length. The sight of you taking him in deep was too much for him. With a primal growl, he came hard, filling your mouth with his hot seed. His body was spent, and he rested there panting, his chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath.

As he came in your mouth, you jerked once, twice, a third time as you came around nothing. Slowly, you slipped up the length of his body and pressed yourself against him.

Miguel was still panting heavily as you made your way up his body, feeling your own heat and need as his body's scent continued to fill your senses. He pulled you closer to him, running his fingers through your hair before pressing his lips against yours in a heated kiss.

"God, you make me crazy." He whispered, his hand slipping down the curve of your waist even as he caught his breath. "I need more."

"Then take it baby. I'm all yours. Always have been." You whispered, rolling your hips against him as you spoke. Although it could be perceived as a heat of the moment phrase, you meant every word.

In a way, you could tell he knew it too as he let out a low growl at your words and rolled you over onto your back. His hands trailed down your body, taking in every curve and muscle he could find. His eyes glinted with a primal heat as he gazed at your body, his own body responding to your every move.

With deliberate slowness, he lowered his lips to yours, kissing you hungrily as he pressed his body against yours. He let his hands wander down to your hips before sliding them down to your core, teasing and stroking you until you were aching with need.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

"G-god! Miguel!! Need you!! All of you! Any of you! Your mouth, your fingers your c-cock!" you garbled, overwhelmed by his touch. Miguel grinned hungrily at your words before kissing you again, his tongue slipping into your mouth as his fingers trailed down to your soaked center, teasing and stroking you until you were writhing beneath him. He let out a growl before trailing kisses down your neck and chest, taking your breasts into his mouth and teasing them until your nipples were hard.

He then made his way back down to your core, kissing and nipping at your inner thighs before slipping his fingers inside you. Your body jerked in pleasure as he worked on you with his fingers, his mouth coming down to your core to tease your clit with his tongue.

"You like that?" He chuckled against you, his fingers continuing to work wonders inside of you. "Tell me how much."

"Miguel!! FUCK!! Sho goodd!" you slurred, eyes rolling back into my head as you ground your hips against his face. "Please! Let me cum!! Bite me, claw me, I'm begging!" you moaned desperately, gripping the sheets as he worked you.

Miguel growled in response, his own body straining with need as he slid his fingers in and out of you, his mouth working on your clit in an attempt to tease you to your peak. He felt his fangs lengthen, his own body in heat and desperate to claim you as his own.

With a groan, he bit down on your inner thigh, his fangs piercing your flesh as his fingers continued to work their magic.

Your body tensed up at the sensation before exploding in pleasure, your core clamping down on his fingers as you came hard.

Miguel moaned at the sight, his own release building inside of him as he pulled away from you, his body shaking with need. "God, I need you." He growled, his eyes glowing hungrily in the dim light.

"Then fuck me, baby! FUCK! All yours!!" You clawed at his shoulders, silently praying he would bite you again.

Miguel grinned hungrily at your words before rolling you over onto your stomach.

He positioned himself behind you, his hands sliding down to grasp your hips before thrusting into you with a primal growl.

He began to pound into you, his body bucking wildly as he lost control. His fangs lengthened, and he leaned down, biting into your shoulder and digging his claws into your flesh. The sensation was both painful and erotic, causing your body to convulse with pleasure.

Miguel let out a low growl, his body contracting with pleasure as he came hard inside of you. He collapsed on top of you, his body heaving with exhaustion as he panted against your skin.

"You're mine now," he muttered, his fangs lingering on your skin. "Forever."

"Always, miele. Always." You whispered, pressing delicate kisses to his heaving chest and heated skin.

Miguel wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him and nuzzling his face against your neck. The smell of his scent mixed with yours, and it filled his senses, making him feel more alive than he had in weeks.

"I love you," he whispered against your skin, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I don't think I could ever love anyone as much as I love you."

Your eyes welled with tears as you let out a choked sob. "I love you Miguel O'hara, more than life itself! Promise you'll stay with me... please?"

Miguel pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours as he wiped away your tears. "I'll never leave you," he promised, his voice filled with conviction. "I'll always be here, by your side, protecting you and loving you." He leaned in for a gentle kiss, his lips caressing yours softly before pulling back and tucking you in close to his chest. He felt so comfortable holding you like this, and he knew that he never wanted to let you go.

"I'm yours, now and always," he murmured, his eyes closing as he held you close. "Forever."

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miggy #atsv miguel #miguel smut

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paridolll · 11 months

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Marry Me.

Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader (pronouns used.)

!!THIS IS SMUT!! MINORS DNI!!

Warnings: Smut, reader is in her feels, (minor) violence, injuries, swearing, I think that's all but lmk if I missed anything!

You were up late, like always. When you heard a knock on your window, you looked over to see Spider-Punk. He was holding his side, and his mask was a little torn up.

It wasn't unfamiliar for your boyfriend, Hobie, to do this. You quickly get up to open the window and help him in. He tosses his mask to the ground and looks at you while smirking. "I swear, I'm just peachy. Don't worry bout' me!"

He says as he puts his hand up while walking around your room. You glare at him for a second since you know he's lying and then, you grab a med kit from underneath your bed and quickly open it to get some antiseptic out and a few other things. Hobie eventually gives up and walks over to sit down next to you. As he winces a little, you can't help but feel even more worried than before so, you quickly prep the materials vou got from the med kit.

"What was it this time?" You sigh, pulling his mask off and dabbing at the wounds there gently. "Just some fascist idiots cornered me while I was out patrolling. They thought it'd be fun to teach the punk hero a lesson or two."

Hobie winces slightly as you clean his wounds, but tries his best to hide the pain.

He watches you work, clearly grateful for your attention. "Thanks for taking care of me, love. You always know how to make me feel better."

He leans over and gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek before pulling back and grinning at you. "Maybe you should add 'amateur nurse' to your list of skills, eh?"

You giggle, amused by your boyfriends teasing. "Oh yeah? What are those 'other skills' you speak of?" You move to rest on his leg and pull down the top of his suit, beginning to check for other wounds.

Hobie chuckles "Oh, you know. My lover's got plenty of skills. Like, for instance, she's amazing at taking care of her punk superhero boyfriend. And let's not forget about her skills in the bedroom."

He winks at you as he watches you work on his wounds. You don't find any wounds but there are some bruises on his shoulder caused by his web-string. "Sorry, love. I fought like a bloody lunatic when those fascist pricks attacked me. Did I ever tell ya how much I love it when you treat my wounds like this?"

He lets out a soft sigh as he enjoys the feeling of your touch. "I don't know if I ever thank you enough. You're just amazing."

"You don't need to, darling. I'm content with you just loving me." You mumble into his skin, savoring the warmth he's exuding.

"You know I love you more than anything, right? You're the only one who's ever been able to put up with me and my punk persona. I never knew love so deeply until I met you. You're my everything."

He looks deeply into your eyes with sincerity radiating from his own eyes, his hand moving up to hold yours gently. I'll always be here for you, love. No matter what happens, I'll always be by your side."

"Love you, Hobie." You breathe into his lips, kissing him feverishly. Hobie returns the kiss with equal passion, his hand moving up to cup your face as he deepens the kiss. He pulls back slightly, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks.

"I love you too. More than anything or anyone. You're my world, my heart and my soul."

He leans in again, kissing you fiercely, his tongue exploring your mouth. He moves his hand down to your waist, pulling you closer to him. His body is hot against yours as he presses himself against you, his desire for you growing stronger by the second.

"God, I want you so badly right now," he murmurs against your lips. "Will you let me make love to you? Let me show you how much I need you."

"Yes! God, yes! Please, anything you want, darling! Need you!" you moan, throwing your head back at the thought.

Hobie grins wickedly at your response, his eyes darkening with desire.

He picks you up, effortlessly carrying you to the bed and laying you down gently. He quickly slips out of his suit and crawls on top of you, trailing kisses down your neck as he does. "Mmm, you have no idea how much I need you right now. You're all I can think about."

He slips his hand under your shirt, moving up to gently caress your breasts. His hand feels warm and electrifying against your skin; he leans down to kiss them as he continues to massage and tease them.

"You're so beautiful. I want you so badly right now."

"God, fucking take me! I'm yours! Your touch," you cry out as he grazes a particularly sensitive spot on your skin. "has me dying a lovely, lovely death."

"You're so damn sexy, love. Every time I'm with you, I just can't get enough." Hobie growls, his voice full of desire and need as he slides his hand down your body to caress your inner thighs.

He leans in to kiss you deeply before trailing kisses down your neck and chest.

His hands knead and massage your breasts as he sucks gently at your nipples.

The feeling is overwhelming, and you moan his name as he continues to tease you. "| want you to feel so good. Let me show you how much I love you."

As he continues to pleasure you, he slides his hand down further to tease your clit.

His ministrations are masterful, and you feel the pleasure building inside you with each passing moment. You arch your back, begging him for more as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. "C-cumming! FUCK! Hobie!" You jerk against him, and ride out your high gently.

He continues to touch you, letting you down gently. Slowly, you begin grinding against him, heat once again prickling through your bodyHobie grins, clearly pleased with himself as he watches you come down from your high. He continues to kiss you slowly as you begin grinding against him. He's hard and ready for you, and he can't wait to be inside you. "Mmm, you're insatiable, darling. I could fuck you all night long."

His lips move down to suck on your breasts again, and he reaches down to line himself up with you. He pushes inside slowly, savoring the feeling of being inside you.

He lets out a low groan as he begins to move, his hips thrusting in and out of you. The pleasure is almost too much to handle, and he knows he won't last much longer. "God, you feel so good! I never want to stop."

He continues to move inside you, his hands gripping your hips as he thrusts harder and harder. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he knows he won't be able to hold back much longer. He braces himself against you as he moves faster and faster, letting himself go completely as he reaches his own orgasm."Fuck, I love you so much!" He gasps as he continues to move inside you.

"L-love you! H-Hobie! Love yo-you!" you hiccup, cumming for the second time and grasping hard against his toned shoulders. Hobie grins, clearly pleased with himself as he feels you cumming for the second time. He continues to move inside you, letting you follow his every motion. He kisses you deeply, his hands roaming over your body as he keeps pounding into you. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he knows he won't be able to hold back much longer now.

"I'm so close! I can't hold back anymore."

His thrusts become more erratic, and he feels himself exploding inside you, his body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. "You're my world, my whole world." You sobbed against him, unable to break your hold on him. "Don't leave me. Please." You sniffle.

"Hey, hey, don't cry, darling."

Hobie says softly as he pulls you closer, holding you tightly in his arms. He kisses the top of your head gently. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be here for you, darling. I promise."

He strokes your hair soothingly, letting you cry until you feel better. He knows how much he means to you, and he'll do everything he can to make sure you're always happy and safe. "I love you. More than anything in this world. All I see is you."

"Marry me." You say, finite and set in your decision. Hobie is a little taken aback by your sudden request, but he smiles, thinking about it for a moment. He knows for sure that he loves you more than anything and there's no one else he'd rather spend the rest of his life with. "Of course, love. I would love to marry you. You're the only one for me, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

He leans in to kiss you deeply, sealing your love and commitment to each other. From now on, you know that every adventure and every moment spent together means so much more now that you're together.

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paridolll · 11 months

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currently cursing the universe that i cant draw rn bc i need to see my spiderverse oc with miguel 😭😭

#spiderverse oc #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman atsv

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