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runa-falls · 9 months

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size kink with miguel 👀

yes, nonnie, of course.

edit: bro, i'm sorry, this got away from me...

cw: smut (18+), size kink, somnophilia, oral (m-recieving), dry (wet?) humping, the big stretch™️, crying ;-;, finger riding, teasing/edging, free-use (miguel hehe), piv, tummy bulge, overstimulation, cockwarming, uhhh i think that's it???

miguel is so big, he could only slide against your pussy during the first few months of dating you 😵‍💫

you're barely able to take him into your mouth, let alone down your throat, but you still try your best, giving him sweet licks against the sensitive head and sucking him in with a soft moan.

he loves watching you. how everything about you is smaller -- and not because you're smaller, but bc he's just insanely big.

he needed to be the one to stop you from fucking him the first time. you were so desperate to get him inside of you, convincing him with breathy whines that you can take it, you'll be good for him + stretch out as much as he needed.

though he thoroughly prepped you, he could barely push himself into you and as soon as his tip breached your entrance, you cried out and he could barely move.

he had to grit his teeth when he felt how hot and tight you were, almost losing control when you fluttered around him from the intensity of stretch. he slowly pulled out with a heavy groan, eyes blazing red and claws ripping into the mattress next to your head.

he let you pout, whine, and beg for him to try again, but he wouldn't give in. he was too scared of hurting you.

you mewled and writhed in his arms, whining about how you crave being stretched and filled. the only way he could sate you was by plunging two fingers into your cunt, rubbing relentlessly against your g-spot until you're shaking in his hold.

of course, he makes up for his refusal to fuck you.

miguel is a sweet boyfriend: he'll let you grind your naked body over him at any time of the day until you're seeing white and cumming against him, completely soaking his sweatpants as tears spill from your eyes.

he lets you tease him as much as you want, sliding your dripping pussy over his cock until he's unbearably hard and spurting precum all over himself.

he even lets you ride his fingers, letting you take his arm away from whatever he's working on so you can comfortably roll your hips over him and grind your clit against the palm of his hand.

when he finally does fuck you, it's impossible to get him away from you (not that you mind). miguel is mesmerized by how well your smaller body can take him. how you squeeze around him so sweetly, gushing and trembling as he moves against you.

he loves seeing the outline of cock pressing against your tummy, how he can literally see himself move into you as your body struggles to make enough room. he pushes down on it and you get infinitely tighter. his scarlet eyes stares up at your euphoric expression, pretty lips shaped into an O for him as your eyes roll back with pleasure.

miguel, as spider-man, has no refractory period. usually, he'd stop after two or three rounds, but now that he's felt your molten heat over him, the way you shudder around his cock when you cum, he can't get enough.

even when you're filled to the brim with his cum, he still hard inside of you, fucking you harshly until you're dripping everything onto the sheets below you.

<cw: somnophilia>

sometimes you're so exhausted, so delirious with pleasure, that you pass out while he's still rutting into you. the first time it happened he freaked out a little, hoping he didn't push you to far. once you gave him the green light to continue, so turned on by the fact he can fuck you to sleep, he doesn't hesitate to take you all the way.

you regularly wake up with a pleasant soreness between your legs. miguel makes sure to show you extra soft loving in the mornings, cooing about how sweet and pliable you were the night before. sometimes you wake up and he's still inside of you, face cutely nuzzled against the back of your neck.

UM ANYWAY-- 🫠👀

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut

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captaincrusher · 2 years

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Computer, download file pussy.jpg to my personal database.

#Lol SORRY #EMH #Voyager #Message in a bottle #Do you think he had like a catalog of different genitalia that he browsed through like #humming thoughtfully to himself #'This one has a pleasant shape but I'm not sure about the claws'#'This shade of purple is unflattering on me'#'That looks familiar somehow...'#*looks at it from the side*#'I'm sure that I've seen something similar in a petri dish once'

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karamfilmare · 2 years

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Content: fluff/comfort, some implications of smut, but none actually happening

At first, Childe doesn't really let you get in the showers with him. He keeps most of the lights off when you're having sex with each other, and it's because he worries how you'll react to the scars he has on his body.

It's not a body image thing or insecurity about his looks, per se, and it's not even all the scars. The ones he has from fighting in the service of the Fatui aren't the ones he's worried about.

It's the ones he got as a young boy in the time he fell in the Abyss. That period of time where he had to grow up all too quickly, his childhood dreams shattered. The creatures, people, the horrors he encountered--those will never leave him. It's why he has to fight a lot, to distract himself from those times of feeling hopeless and having to fight for survival. It's much easier to fight for his own bloodlust, where he can choose to fight instead.

But the scars he obtained, while marks of survival of what he had faced, were not pleasant ones he likes to remember. They're reminders of his weakness and his naivete as a boy.

With you, he fears that you'll see them and find him repulsive. That you'll find him too broken for him. He can't lose you, not right now. He tries to not change in front of you, tries to make sure he's covered mostly around you.

So when he gets into the shower to wash himself down after a night of passion, all he looks down are the star shapes of regenerated tissue, thick gashes where jagged claws would tear into a once timid boy, long stripes of where he'd be injured before he was saved by his former master and teacher. He had come such a long way, but he still had so much room to grow.

You had entered the bathroom to drop something off because you forgot, but he was too absorbed in the reminders of a jarring past to notice your presence. So to his surprise, when he sees a hand reach out to him, he is jumpy for sure, his reflexes kicking in, only to stop himself when he realized it was just you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you... Or to disturb you, I just figured you'd be in the shower while I dropped off some extra towels and some toiletries for you, but..."

Oh, here it goes. Childe rushes to cover himself up, but he knows it's too late, you've seen his back, his chest, his abdomen. He avoids your gaze, not wanting to see the look of shock and disgust that would no doubt work up into your pretty features.

Except... It doesn't. You reach your hand back to touch his body, finally coming face to face with the marks your hands explored the night before and several nights in the past. But you don't hide or run, you know who he is. He's no saint, for sure, but he has never made a motion to hurt you, that calloused fingers of his only touching you with the utmost tenderness (except for in the bedroom, when you ask him for more).

You push him into the shower, removing your own clothes before stepping in with him, now caressing every scar as if they were cracks, and a harsh touch would break him. He makes no move to stop you, the shock of you not immediately rushing out the door not fully subsiding.

"Look, I know, they're not pretty or--"

"Hey," you cut in, leaning in closer to him. "Don't worry about a thing. You're safe with me."

You retrace the gashes, cuts, and wounds that have long since healed. You knew he was quite the fighter, never shying from a battle, but you never came to grips with what that put him through.

Leaning in closer, your lips touch a mark on his chest, the feather light touch finally allowing it to sink in for him--you're not going anywhere.

Your hands continue to roam across his body in the light, your eyes finally seeing what they had felt. You wrap your arms around him, your fingers sprawled against his back, while you press your face against his skin. Murmuring reassurances and apologies, the words strike something in his heart.

"It's ok, there's no need to worry. I haven't gotten anything more than a few scratches in my fights since... Well, a while."

Not that that eases your heart, where you're burying your face into him to hide the fact that tears threaten to spill from the corners of your eyes. You reach your arm out to turn the water on, the spray falling on both of you from either side. He sputters a bit, chuckling before he reaches out for something.

"Hey...did you forget to bring my stuff in here?"

#~) m.writes.genshin (~#Childe x reader #Tartaglia x reader

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lu-undy · 4 years

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A lil sad request: spy gets hurt on the battlefield like really hurt and he’s rushed to medic bay afterwards. And sniper not allowed to see him so he gets really worried and starts venting to demo that he might not ever see him again and he that blaming himself for lu getting injured. Only to have Interrupted by spy in cast who is very disappointed that mundy thinks he could killed so easily-

Here we go, a worried lil’ Aussie bloke :) Hope you like it!

"They've been in there for hours, can't I see him? I just want to see him!"

"Nyet."

Heavy was standing in front of the door to Medic's lab. His German friend had instructed him not to let anyone in, especially not Sniper.

"Ugh, mate, please…"

"Nyet."

Sniper sighed and his shoulders sank. Heavy stood like a wall between him and Medic's lab.

"Is there anything I can do for you to let me in?"

Heavy shook his head.

"Wanker…" Sniper turned his back and went away.

Spy had been quite severely injured right at the end of the round so respawn did not fix it. All Sniper knew about it was what he saw of the incident. Spy was escaping the enemy Soldier and wanted to jump to a lower level of the map. However, Soldier had shot a rocket, making Spy jump higher than he had anticipated and he landed unconscious right at Sniper's feet as the Administrator announced their victory.

Well, what is a victory when Spy's body was unconscious and covered in blood in Sniper's arms?

Nothing is what it was, nothing, and certainly not a victory.

Sniper went back to the base. He thought that a bit of time with his colleagues might manage to distract him from his worries about his lover. He sat on the couch in the living-room next to Demo and Soldier who were watching some American football on TV.

"Hey, lad, fancy a beer?" Demo handed him a bottle but Sniper shook his head. "Is it Spy?" Demo asked, seeing his friend's distraught blue eyes behind the aviator glasses.

"Yeah…"

"No! He missed it!" Soldier shouted at the screen and both Sniper and Demo got startled.

"C'mere, lad. You need a good chat." Demo stood up and pulled Sniper to follow him. He dragged him outside and they sat on the edge of the van, at the back, on the small step there. "So, what's wrong?"

"He's still with Medic and I'm… I'm worried, ok?"

"Yeah, I can see that. But don't you worry, I'm sure the doc' will fix him!"

"Yeah, well…"

Demo squinted at Sniper.

"The doc' always fixes us, why d'you still worry?"

"I don't know… When he crashed next to me, I - it was terrible. His face was pale, more pale than usual but he was covered in blood and worst of all, he was completely unconscious. But what scares me now is that the doc' never spends that long with anyone, even when we break our bones… I can't help thinkin' something seriously bad has happened."

Demo put a hand on Sniper's shoulder but the Aussie kept his head lowered, staring at his boots and the orange, dusty ground of the desert.

"Have you tried to ask Medic?" Demo asked.

"I tried, but Heavy's at the door and he won't let me in…"

"Ah, yeah, well… D'you want me to go and ask? Maybe he'll let me go in?"

Sniper's face brightened.

"Y-yeah, please, ask him how Spy's doing and uh, how much longer before I see him, and ask him if-"

"Wow, wow, lad, calm down, eh?" Demo chuckled. "I'll do it all. Now, you stay here and," Demo stood up. "Ye don't move, alright?"

Sniper nodded excitedly and he rested his chin on his palms, waiting for Demo to come back. The poor Aussie couldn't help taking a look at his watch every so often. He was naturally patient, but Spy had changed him a bit in that regard.

Well, Spy had changed him a lot. First, he loved him back, and that was the biggest change in Sniper's life for a few decades at least. He wasn't one to go around wooing ladies or gents. He didn't like the whole process of dating. Having ideas where to take the person, getting ready for it, preparing everything and half of the time, ending up being stood up. Nah… He didn't like it. The way Sniper usually did it was in pubs. After a couple of drinks, no one is shy anymore and sheilas are easier to get and less picky. He'd play the solitary hunter who lives in a van and boom, as easy as a headshot, he'd find himself someone to spend the night with.

But that was about it. The next morning, they would be gone and wouldn't want more of him. Hell, to be honest, neither did he. How could you want more from someone that you just know the body of?

Spy had broken that habit - or that curse. Sniper couldn't exactly recall how it happened but they got to know each other and spend more and more time with each other without it feeling like dates per se. They would show up in their Mann Co. uniforms and decide what to do on the spur of the moment. Spy showed him a few good movies, not always the kind that Sniper had expected him to like. He would reciprocate by showing him the stars at night and commenting at length on the godly night blanket under which Sniper slept.

Not anymore, eh. They had started sleeping together and as curious as it had seemed for both of them, they had started by just sleeping. Sniper found it odd that Spy wouldn't be more forward but on his side of things, Spy just wanted that: some company. Sniper eventually understood it and they spent the sweetest nights with the most pleasant of dreams. They were living the dream, sleeping in each other's arms, one spooning the other, or one using the other's shoulder as a pillow, their limbs entangled. And they would wake up to hums, kisses and happy moans.

Sniper sighed and he grinned without realising it. He was in love with the Frenchman in a way that was so different, so pure, that it almost seemed childish.

Of course, they had their needs and as such, they would indulge each other when they weren't too tired. Sniper had learnt a lot throughout the torrid nights with Spy. He had learnt about it as a general concept but also about himself. Spy showed him a lot without maybe knowing it. But now Sniper knew. He was lovable, his scars, bites and claw marks weren't a problem, his lack of Australia-shaped chest hair wasn't an issue at all and none of it made him less of a man. No, as it turned out, Spy showed extensively how much he loved them all, how he treasured every bit of his lover's body. And in his turn, Sniper had reciprocated.

"Sniper?"

Demo's voice broke Sniper's daydreaming.

"So, you saw him?"

"Nah, Heavy didn't let me in but he went to ask and Medic said you could go and see for yerself."

"Oh, I'll go then, thanks, mate."

"No problem, lad."

Sniper almost ran to Medic's quarters. Heavy had disappeared from the front door. He gave a knock and Medic answered.

"Yes, Sniper, come in."

"Hey, uh, can I see him?"

Medic nodded.

"Yes, you may. But-"

Sniper didn't wait for the end of the sentence and opened the door to the room Spy was in.

"Spook?"

Distress flashed across Sniper's face as he realised that the room was empty.

"Where is he?" He entered.

"Right behind you." The suave voice with the French accent answered and when Sniper turned and saw him, he threw himself at the injured man, squeezing him in a tight hug.

"Oh my God, you got me worried so much!"

"B-Bushman! Too strong, too strong!"

"Ah, sorry…" Sniper relaxed his hug and took a second to take in the view of Spy in his suit and - oh, a cast on his leg?

"I have to keep it for a few days." Spy said, seeing that Sniper had noticed. "But I have to go and see Medic everyday for it until I remove it."

"Oh, ok… Does it still hurt?"

"A bit, but much less than a few hours ago."

"Gosh, I missed you so much, love…"

Spy softened and let go of the crutches he was holding. They fell on the floor. He cupped Sniper's face with a tender smile.

"I can see that on your face. But did you really think something that bad had happened?"

"Yeah, I mean, you were there for hours…"

"Because I argued with Medic."

"What?"

"Can we sit down please? Resting on one leg is quite painful."

"S-sure."

They took a seat on the chairs in the room.

"Oui, I argued with him because he wanted me to stay here day and night."

"Why didn't you accept? If he thinks it's best for you then do it."

"And be nailed to this room without you for days? Non, I refused. And it took us a bit of quarrelling before we agreed on this solution." Spy pointed at the cast.

"Oh… I see."

"Demoman came and told me you were worried to the bone."

"Y-yeah, a bit." Sniper blushed and averted his gaze. Spy bent forward and took his lover's hand.

"Do you think me that weak? After all we have been through already in this God forsaken company?"

"N-no, nah, I mean…"

Medic opened the door and interrupted them.

"Now that the princess is rescued from her castle, do you mind leaving so that I can disinfect the place? Or maybe you changed your mind Spy, and you want to stay after all?" He taunted.

"My leg is in a cast, but my hands are not and I can still use a knife or a gun, Medic." Spy stood up and caught the crutches that Medic threw at him. He walked to the man in the labcoat. "If I were you, I would watch my tongue." He added threateningly.

"Uh, thanks doc'." Sniper said to ease the atmosphere.

"My absolute pleasure and delight…" Medic sarcastically added. "Always a pleasure to tend to a rotten spoilt child's wounds…"

Spy turned and was about to answer but Sniper dragged him out and in a few minutes, they were back in Spy's smoking-room.

"D'you want something? You hungry? Maybe a glass of water?"

Spy smiled.

"I may be injured but I am not crippled yet, so if I need anything, I am still capable of fetching it myself."

Sniper blushed.

"Sorry, I didn't want to offend you…"

"You didn't. Come next to me, please."

They sat side by side on the sofa.

"Please put the show that you like on TV."

"You want to watch it?" Sniper grabbed the remote and turned the TV screen on.

"Oui." Spy leaned his head on Sniper's shoulder and threw away his gloves and his balaclava.

"Thought you hated it."

"Not more than being away from you for hours." Spy's hand found Sniper's and he held it dearly. "I… I missed you too, Sniper."

Sniper's blush went to his ears and he looked down at Spy. He looked gorgeous… The Aussie wrapped his arm around him and pulled him close.

"Love you, Spook."

"So do I."

Sniper's eyes were back on the screen when he felt a peck land shyly on his cheek before Spy's head settled on his shoulder.

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy

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