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#but I wore his jacket for the longest time

sanguepisado · 3 months

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you’re so fun and you’re so smart :)

you’re such a good friend :)

i have to break your heart :/

i’ll tell you that i love you :)

then i’ll tear your world apart :/

just pretend i didn’t tear your world apart :)

#sorry for the blood on your mouth #i wish it was mine #aquele momento que você é uma sujeira e ninguém vai limpar #i didn’t get that boy to kill me #white boy of the month #but i wore his jacket for the longest time #branco doido

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sergeifyodorov · 2 months

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Seems like a good night to let you know that I loved I Wore His Jacket For The Longest Time. we need more dahlin x matthews in this world...underrated dynamic

thank u so much <3 and YESSSS we do... actually. hm.

📝

#asks #i wore his jacket for the longest time

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otabekisautistic · 10 months

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gay transmascs read “i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time” and black out and start screaming and crying

#it’s me i’m gay transmascs #idk something about that line rewired my brain chemistry #i couldn’t get the boy to kill me!!! but i wore his jacket for the longest time!!!!

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eglcntine-archived · 2 years

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ˏˋ°•⁀➷ DYNAMIC * BLACKPRINCE ‚ i couldn't get the boy to kill me ; but i wore his jacket for the longest time .

ˏˋ°•⁀➷ DYNAMIC * WOLFPRINCE ‚ and so i asked him ; ' aren't you tired of being lonely ? ' .

ˏˋ°•⁀➷ DYNAMIC * STAGPRINCE ‚ ' why do you hate me ‘ ; ‘ i don’t know ‘ .

ˏˋ°•⁀➷ DYNAMIC * MURPHAMY ‚ he looked at me and i’ve hated him for it ever since .

ˏˋ°•⁀➷ DYNAMIC * WHITEFOX ‚ i’ve got a box of keys ; you’ve got a lock .

ˏˋ°•⁀➷ DYNAMIC * TAITO ‚ together ? always & forever .

#ˏˋ°•⁀➷ DYNAMIC * BLACKPRINCE ‚ i couldn't get the boy to kill me ; but i wore his jacket for the longest time .#ˏˋ°•⁀➷ DYNAMIC * WOLFPRINCE ‚ and so i asked him ; ' aren't you tired of being lonely ? ' .#ˏˋ°•⁀➷ DYNAMIC * STAGPRINCE ‚ ' why do you hate me ‘ ; ‘ i don’t know ‘ .#ˏˋ°•⁀➷ DYNAMIC * MURPHAMY ‚ he looked at me and i’ve hated him for it ever since .#ˏˋ°•⁀➷ DYNAMIC * WHITEFOX ‚ i’ve got a box of keys ; you’ve got a lock .

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ilsanslut · 10 months

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꒷♡꒷ DOWN BOY!

♰ featuring: shidou ryusei [blue lock]

♰ note: i've been having unholy thoughts of feral/muzzled!shidou for the longest time now and was ITCHING to write this i stg that image of him in the manga in the straight jacket made ME feral. (spoilerss?????? ig???? not rlly???) but uhhh yeah, enjoy!

sypnosis: you want to try something different in the bedroom. your boyfriend is not happy about it in the slightest. wc: 4.8k content/trigger warning(s): 18+. smut. fem/fem-bodied reader. switch!reader. switch!ryusei. bondage. use of handcuffs. use of a muzzle/restraint mask. use of cock rings. implied thick/chubby!reader. SHIDOU RYUSEI HIMSELF. feral!ryusei. slight pet play(?) (idk u make him whimper for u and refer to him as a dog/mutt). degradation. orgasm denial/edging. dry orgasms. ball-sucking. unprotected sex. big dick!ryu agenda! cervix-fucking. squirting. rough sex. dacryphilia. spanking. choking. creampie/breeding. cursing. excessive mentions of drool/saliva/spitting. groping. hair pulling. ONE cock slap.꒷꒦

“Babe, is all of this really necessary?”

Ryusei sighed in a bored tone as you clicked the second pair of fuzzy handcuffs around his slender wrist. You rolled your eyes as you straddled his naked waist, trying to figure out how to cuff the other end of the fluffy device to your shared headboard. He has been asking questions like this ever since you first suggested letting you top him.

Handcuffs, babe, really?

A cock ring—what is that supposed to be for?

Is that . . . Is that a muzzle?

Despite the fact that it seemed like he was asking you a never-ending stream of questions, you knew it was just his feeble attempt to try and sway you. It wouldn’t. However, you thought it was funny because, when you first suggested it, he was ecstatic at the prospect of you on top. He was, however, immediately protesting it after noticing all of the little toys and trinkets you pulled out to use on him. A black restraint mask that was intended to cover the lower half of his face and reveal his scowling lips, as well as handcuffs, a cock ring, and other items. It was no secret that he loved touching you, biting you, breeding you, and ravishing you any chance he got, and the fact that all of the items you brought prevented him from doing as he pleased annoyed him to no end.

Whatever the case, the mere thought of you domming him was enough to make him put up with this torture.

After figuring out how to cuff the handcuff to the bed, you grabbed both of Ryusei’s wrists and gave them a few firm tugs to make sure that they wouldn’t come undone. He, on the other hand, was more focused on your attire: a set of hot pink lacy lingerie that matched his eyes and perfectly complemented your skin tone. The sight of your full breasts dangling in his face was enough to arouse him, and the feeling of your thighs pressing against his sides had his semi-hard cock already straining against the fabric of his thin boxers.

Reaching to your side, you grabbed the black muzzle/mask that resembled the one he wore while being restrained in blue lock and secured it to his face. You noticed the irritated furrow of his brow, how his fuschia hues cast themselves elsewhere, away from you, and the way the corner of his lips pulled downward in an unamused frown. You could not help but giggle at him, finding it hilarious that your boyfriend was pouting so much over the fact that he could not touch you.

Placing two fingers along the side of his jaw, you turned his head to face your own, relishing in the way he purposely forced his eyes away from you so that he didn’t have to meet your gaze. “Aww, no need to look so pouty, Ryu.” You teased, mimicking his pout with a mocking one of your own. “Is the muzzle too tight on you, doggy?”

That caught his attention. His previously bored expression abruptly changed to one of vexation as his eyes darted to yours in a ferocious glare. His teeth bared at you from the mask's tiny bars, sharp canines clenched together from his indignation. He jostled under you in an attempt to lunge for you, but the cuffs held him taut.

Had he not been restrained, you knew that it would’ve been over for you if he managed to get his hands on you. You shifted your hips back to press down against his bulge, both of your hands resting against his muscled chest as you balanced yourself on top of him. Whatever curses he had on the verge of forming on his lips had died into a strangled moan. The sensation of your clothed pussy being pressed against his sensitive shaft had him reeling almost instantly into submission, causing you to smirk in triumph. He was always so easy to control when he was horny.

“That’s what I thought, pup.” You jabbed, patting him (condescendingly) lovingly atop his head, to which he responded with a small growl.

“Don’t push it, angel.”

Grinning impishly, you planted a kiss atop his mask, right where his lips should have been. From there, you continued to leave a trail of hot, slow kisses down his jaw, neck, chest, and abs until you reached your destination. Your minxish eyes locked onto his as your digits threaded themselves into the boxer's waistband. You then gently kissed the area where his tip, which was already dripping and staining the fabric, strained against the boxers. He tossed his head back with a groan, his cock twitching before you with anticipation. As you slowly pulled his boxers down his thighs, his cock would spring free, nearly slapping against your nose as it swayed erotically against Ryusei’s pelvis.

You couldn’t help but coo, watching as he twitched pathetically in front of you, aching for your touch. “You poor, poor thing. Already so pent up, and I’ve barely started touching you yet.” He didn’t respond to you, his hips bucking towards your face as you could feel his thighs spasming beneath you. “Too bad, you won’t be able to cum until I say so~.” Reaching into your collection of trinkets, you pulled out a pink silicone cockring and pinched it between your fingertips, holding it up tauntingly for him to see while sitting between his legs.

Ryusei reacted to this by whimpering indignantly, clenching his fists in the cuffs, and shaking his head with desperation. “B-Babe, c’mon. You don’t have ta’ do all of this.” He tried to reason with you, but you weren’t budging.

“Oh, but I do, Ryu~!” As you spoke, your voice was ablaze with glee. With one hand holding the base of his cock, you forced it to rise while using the other to place the cockring on his sensitive tip and roll it down at a rather agonizingly slow pace. The feeling of the tight ring sliding down his cock caused the blonde to hiss in both discomfort and pleasure as his heels dug into the bed and his hips bucked into your touch. “Think of it as my revenge for all the times you roped me into your horny little exhibitionist habits.”

“Oh, I’ll show you ‘revenge’ you little—”

You cut him off, unamused, with a firm squeeze of your digits around the cockring, making him toss his head back and cry out—a silent reminder that you were the one in control here. His cock twitched, his blushed tip turning an even darker shade of red as he was obviously pent up beyond relief.

“F-Fuck, fuck, okay! Y-Y/N, please, just do something!” He pleaded as he writhed beneath your now delicate touch, his hips thrusting into the air dryly. “Feels like I’m bouta’ explode here…”

Since you had already planned to do so, you decided to comply with his desperate pleas. You lean toward the underside of his cock and his two hairless balls, which have started to swell with his virile seed. You parted your lips, allowing your drooling tongue to lick over the seam of those fat orbs, drowning them with your skillful muscle and affection. Wrapping your lips around one of them, you suctioned it into your mouth, sensually rolling it around your tongue with a gentle hum that shot to his cock before moving on to the next one. Ryusei hissed, panting, his heels dug into the sheets, peering down at you through his blurry vision as you pleasured his balls.

You met his gaze with a wink as you placed a kiss on either one before proceeding upwards, slobbering along the underside of his length with your pillowy orifice until you reached his destined tip. Almost immediately, your soft brims enveloped around his cock, drawing inch by inch into your accommodating throat. Ryusei, the greedy slut that he was, started to desperately hump your face in an attempt to release the pressure he was feeling, but his efforts were in vain. While he was strong, he was heavily restrained in this position, and with your body weight pressing against his hips to keep them down, there was not much he could do.

“F-Fuck, babe, I-I can’t. Ngh, p-please. Your mouth feels s’fuckin’ good . . “ He babbled, drool pooling from his whimpering brims. He looked so pretty like this, begging for more, his face flushed as fat tears pooled in the corners of his eyes—you wanted to ruin him.

“Eyes on me, Ryu.” You ordered, your thumb rolling teasingly along his sensitive tip, and he tried. He really, really tried, but he was so stimulated that he couldn’t stop them from crossing and rolling in the back of his head. “C-Caan’t~!” He whined helplessly, his hips thrusting into your touch. “Y/N, I-I’m gonna…”

“I know, baby, do it. Come undone for me…” You purred as you wrapped your lips around his tip once more, this time going so far as to take him all the way to his base in one stroke, your pretty nose pressing against his pelvis and his fine patch of blonde hair. He throbbed against your soft tongue, his balls clenching and pulsing against your chin.

“T-The ring! God. Please, Y/N. Move the ring! W-Wanna cum down your throat . . . make a pretty mess of that f-fucking gorgeous face.”

You hummed with amusement, pulling your mouth off of his cock so that you could shake your head at him. Smirking sinfully, you sat up straight and vigorously pumped his shaft, much to his dismay. “Nu-uh. You can cum just like this baby or not at all.” More tears streamed from his eyes as you grinned cruelly at him, and his brims ripped with a howl of frustration and ecstasy.

“Y-Y/N, you f-fucking bi—” Your other hand cupped his balls while your busy hand tightened the squeeze on his cock, moving more forcefully. You're practically milking him now. “Ahn, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck~!”

As his orgasm finally overcame him, he abruptly lost his voice and began to violently convulse. His hips trembled and twitched in your hands. His thighs shook against yours as his back arched upward and his fists gripped the chains of the fuzzy handcuffs. His lips were drooling with saliva as his eyes rolled into the back of his skull, and a series of whiny whimpers and moans escaped him. His body thrashed as he struggled to wriggle free of your vice grip, which was still relentlessly pumping him throughout his dry orgasm. As his release reverberated through him, you could feel his balls clench and his cock pulse in your palm, shooting fictitious ropes of cum. Funnily enough, despite his intense "cumming," he still remained rock-hard, with his cock still standing proud in your palm.

“You look so pretty like this, Ryu~” You purred, admiring his thoroughly blissed out expression. His eyes were unfocused and half-lidded, his cheeks were flushed a deep maroon, and his lips were glossy from drool and tinged red and swollen from him biting them. But when he heard your voice, he seemed to return to reality. "Y–Y/N . . . Let me the fuck out of these things now, or so help me, I will fucking murder you," he snarled, his teeth baring once again and his eyes narrowing into a furious glare as he tried to break free of his handcuffs and lunge at you.

His tone was serious, as were his words, but you knew he wouldn’t actually kill you . . . maybe.

You sighed, shaking your head a verbal rampage of swears and half-hearted threats continued to escape his lips. You raised your hand, placing a firm smack against his cock, the appendage slapping against his thigh with an audible “plap”. His body twitched once more, and he let out a mix of a snarl and a throaty groan simultaneously.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Ryu. You’re acting like some untamed mutt.” You muttered, enjoying in amusement at how his expression appeared to flare more from his outrage.

You stood on your knees between his legs, turning around so that your rear was facing him. Your thumbs hooked into the waistband of your lacey panties, sliding them down teasingly at an agonizing pace. When Ryusei saw your ample rear exposed to him, you could hear his breath catch in his throat. However, what really got his attention were the thin threads of translucent arousal that still connected your puffy folds to your panties. Of course, you would become aroused by his torment.

“Fortunately, I already possess the ideal remedy for taming feral creatures like you~.” You turned back to face him, crawling up his body until you were straddling his waist once more. Reaching for the restraint mask, you undid the buckle behind his mask, allowing it to slide away from his face and reveal the full extent of his drool-stained lips and chin. You smirked slyly as you balled up the panties in one hand and grabbed Ryusei's cheeks in the other, squeezing until his jaw finally gave way enough for you to stuff your panties into his mouth. He was glowering at you with promised malice. You were certain that if looks could kill, you would be long dead, but so be it. You leaned down and gently kissed his nose, to which he growled in response.

Returning to your original position lower on his body, you turned around so that he would be able to see your ass perfectly as you straddled his waist. Your digits took hold of his sensitive length and guided it up to your plump folds as your hips rose, before slowly and delightfully lowering yourself onto it. Both of you released guttural moans from the intrusion as Ryusei’s cock filled you inch by inch until you had finally settled on his hilt. The feeling of being filled to the brim by his cock elicited nothing but a loud, pornographic mewl of absolute ecstasy from your lips. Behind you, you could hear your partner making strangled groans, and you could feel him trembling beneath you. He was pleading with you to move, to do anything, from behind the makeshift gag. Of course, you willingly obliged because you were as desperate as he was.

You made an arch in your back and began to rock your hips back and forth and up and down along his cock, your hands on his thighs, as you began to ride him within an inch of his life. Your ass pounded rhythmically on his pelvis, the rather obscene sound reaching both of your ears as it reverberated off the bedroom walls, encouraging you to go faster and harder. When you heard Ryusei's choked and muffled groans, you couldn't help but clench tightly around his cock. His inability to do anything but watch as your ass rippled against his pelvis while pinned beneath you, along with the sensation of his cock hitting those deep sweet spots inside of you, enthralled you with euphoria. You could tell he was getting ready for another dry release because you could feel his still-sensitive cock throbbing inside of you with need and because of the way he suddenly began to thrash behind you.

“Settle down, Ryu.” You chided gently through your breathless pants and pleasured moans, slowing your pace so you could instead rock your hips along his own, grinding yourself delightfully against him. “Or else I might not let you—”

SNAP!

“. . .Cum.”

Your hips slowed to a halt, breath catching in your throat as the sound of something metallic snapping was audible. You were not a moron; you were perfectly aware of what that noise was. You slowly turned to look over your shoulder at the offender as if it were a scene from a horror film, only to find that your worst suspicions had been proven correct. Ryusei sat partially upright, one end of the fuzzy cuffs still fastened to the bed, it’s chain severed, and the other still connected to his wrist—his chest rising and falling erratically from his heavy panting. His face contorted into a mask of fury, his brows furrowing in a dark storm. His eyes were wild and alight with some kind of feral sadistic glee, blazing with an intensity that was both frightening and arousing. His lips were furrowed between a joker-like grin and a ferocious snarl as his sharp canines bared along the fabric of your panties, which were still balled in his mouth.

Oh, he was going to fuck you up.

“R-Ryusei . . .” You stuttered, your voice soft and already pleading, as though you were trying to reason with a feral beast.

His movements were nearly faster than sound, and he remained silent as his now-unbound hand grabbed the wrist that was still restrained and pulled it free with a single, powerful tug.

He was free.

Silence filled the room you two were in as neither of you uttered a word—you not daring to speak, and Ryusei was too busy savoring your fear to ruin his moment. Panic etched deep lines onto your face as your heart skipped a beat, and terror surged through your veins like ice. His cock, still nestled deep inside of you, twitched. He was getting aroused by this.

You scrambled to get off of him, like an imaginary gunshot signaling the start of the race, with every intention of running as far away from him as you could, but it was futile. You could not compare to him in terms of strength or speed. The instant you turned to flee, he was tackling you down to the mattress, causing you to scream in a combination of surprise and terror.

“Oh, nah, baby. Where you goin’?” He started after removing his panties from your mouth, placing them mockingly beside your head as he pressed his full weight into you. He had a hand placed firmly between your shoulder blades, and both of his thighs were caging your own to keep you pinned beneath him. “You don’t get to put me through all of this shit.” He paused, giving you a harsh thrust to accentuate his point, which drew a breathless gasp from you. “And think that you get to run away with your tail tucked between these pretty legs.” He snarled, leaning so close to you that you could feel his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“R-Ryu, I-I’m sorry!” You whined as you writhed beneath him, attempting to save yourself from whatever impending hell he was going to put you through.

He cackled deviously, tossing his head back in pure, unadulterated lunacy while he pulled his cock from your dripping folds. “Oh, are you?” He would inquire, a faux pout on his lips as he grabbed that stupid ring you had on his cock and pulled it free with a grunt despite the pain. “Ohh, fuck yeah. Can finally breathe.” He breathed as pre drooled from his tip.

“Y-Yes! I just wanted to have a little fun with yo—”

He interrupted you with a hard smack to your ass, causing you to sob aloud. “Fun? You call that fun, babe?” He snarled, fisting at your tresses and yanking your head back so that your ear was once again against your lips. “I’ll show you fuckin’ fun.”

You squealed as his two large, strong hands seized your hips, forcing you to rest on your knees. Before you could regain your bearings, his hand pressed against the back of your skull and pushed your face harshly into the sheets. Once in position, he pressed his hips against your own, laying his cock over your ass and thrusting languidly against your pillowy cheeks. He took two large handfuls of your rear and began groping and kneading the flesh with his hands, giving you a few heavy smacks here and there until your cheeks were turning red and you were a whimpering mess.

“Such a pretty ass here you have, baby.” As his thrusting grew faster between your cheeks, you felt the blunt head of his tip press against your puckered hole. “Maybe I’ll have fun with you here instead…”

Your breath hitched in your throat, craning your head to the side so that you could see him peering down maliciously at you from over the swell of your ass. You were no stranger to Ryusei's sex escapades, but anal was something the two of you had yet to explore because the thought of all the preparation and pain frightened you to the core. He was aware of this, which is why his grin became more deviant when your eyes met and he noticed the worried gaze.

“Ryu, n-no, I-I can’t, I’m not ready—!”

He tossed his head back with malicious laughter once more, clearly enjoying your torment as he pressed the blunt head of his cock against your puckered hole, but he never applied enough force to break the resistance.

“You’re so pretty, y’know that, princess?” One of his hands left your ass to seize your hair in a vice-like grip again, pulling you up so that your back was flush against his chest. His other hand reached for your chin, lanky digits gripping your cheeks and puckering your lips in an adorable manner. It was undeniable how his fuschia hues seemed to glow brighter with desire at the sight of your soft, glossy brims. “Makes me wanna fuck ya up even more . . “

He grumbled, his lips pressing against yours in a passionate liplock. It was clumsy, messy, and full of lewd tongue-to-tongue contact between Ryusei and you. He claimed your brims, ramming his long tongue deeper into your drooling maw as his tongue tangled with your own. He drew it out of your mouth, sharp incisors gnawing teasingly on the soft muscle while greedy brims sucked hungrily on your flesh, eager for more of your taste. It was hard to breathe. He was suffocating you, and yet you were enjoying every minute of it.

When he finally pulled away, several thin strings of drool connected your lips to his own, to which he would grin and place another sloppy smooch on your lips again. Keeping your lips puckered, he would apply more pressure to your cheeks until your pliant jaw fell slack. He pursed his own lips, drawing up saliva in his mouth, before his long tongue saliciously lulled out of his mouth, globs of drool rolling from his maw and into your own, which you would obediently swallow, having performed this action for him plenty of times before.

“Atta girl.” He chuckled, placing two firm smacks against your round cheeks, making you keen and flinch. “Such an obedient little slut, f’me.”

The hand in your hair jerked you around again, forcing you back into the sheets before you could protest as he pressed his full weight against you, hips flush against yours—the ideal position for a prone bone. Keeping you pinned beneath him, he raised his hips so that he could line himself up with your entrance before slowly, tantalizingly sinking the entirety of his length into you. The position, combined with the delectable curve of Ryusei's cock, had you gasping with delight as you felt his cock caressing the deepest parts of you.

“Hah, shit~.” He drawled into your ear as his hips suddenly slammed forward with a single, savage thrust. His glans slammed into your cervix in a single smooth thrust, digging into the squishy entrance to your womb as if trying to pry you open, his cock's curves perfectly hugged by the pleats and folds of your pussy. His pace was sloppy and uncoordinated at first—each roll of his hips was frenzied and rough, as if the only thing on his mind was punishing your poor little pussy for the torment you had inflicted on him only moments before.

Your cries and wails of pleasure echoed off your walls, and you made a mental note to make amends to your neighbors later in the week. However, you were too preoccupied with Ryusei's cock bullying into your pussy to think about anything else.

The hand that forced your head into the sheets was snaking itself around your neck, the crease of his forearm and elbow resting snugly against your windpipe as he began to squeeze. To add to his brutality, he balled the fist of the arm that held you taught and used his other crease to pull it back, effectively locking you into an unforgiving headlock that made your toes curl and your moans catch in your throat. You couldn’t breathe, but damn did it feel good.

“What was it that you called me, babe?” He snarled beneath a mix of heavy grunts and growls, his teeth scraping against the shell of your ear. “A ‘mutt’ was it? Hm?” He inquired, applying more pressure to your throat as he continued to rut relentlessly against your ass, audible claps sounding with each pound. “Well, woof, woof, bitch.”

His words made you whimper as your cheeks burned with shame. You felt a tinge of regret, but it was quickly overshadowed by the immense pleasure you felt. As his grip tightened on you, your nails bit into his forearms, scratching against his bronzed flesh. You clenched around him, your lips forming a perfect 'o' shape as black spots darted across your vision—the asphyxiation only added to your pleasure.

“S-So fuckin’ tight now.” He groaned blissfully, loosening his grip so that you wouldn’t pass out when he noticed you beginning to go limp. With your newly acquired oxygen, you gasped for air and cried out in pleasure, fat tears welling up in your eyes as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. “Gonna milk every last drop out of me, aren’t ya? Greedy slut.”

“Yes, yes! ahn~! R-Ryu, I-I’m gonna cum!!”

He chuckled as he listened to your cries, using the hand that was not around your throat to stuff two digits into the side of your mouth, pulling on your cheek to fish-hook your soft cheeks. “Yeah? Not until you bark for me, you’re not.”

“W-What . . ?”

“You heard me, bitch. Bark. You wanna cum, don’t you? Make a pretty mess of my cock, hm?”

You obviously hesitated, having never done anything like this before, but when you felt his cock angle just right to pummel into that sweet spot deep inside of you, you threw all logic and reasoning out the window. “Arf! A-Ah, fuck . . arf!" You hoped and prayed that it would be enough to please him—that it would be enough to finally let you cum.

Luckily for you, it was. Cackling cruelly, he shook your head back and forth dumbly, your tongue lulling out of your mouth to lap at his fingers. “That's it. That’s a good little pup. Go on, cum for me, doll.”

You did so gratefully; your moans mixed with babbles of useless speech along the lines of “thank you” and “m’sorry”. Your body would twitch and convulse, your mouth dropping open, as your fluids once more started to stick to his pelvis from the way she creamed around his pistoning cock. Your teary eyes could not register their surroundings, nor could your brain register Ryusei slamming his cock's head firmly against your squishy cervix, pumping you full of his seed.

“F-fuck, fuckk~.” He hissed into your ear, his arm tightening around your throat as his orgasm washed over him. “Love the way this pussy squeezes me, creamin’ all around my fat cock . .” He panted, pressing soft yet sloppy kisses against your ear and cheek.

He let you go in an instant, allowing your exhausted body to fall slack on the sheets before you, gradually regaining your bearings as you came down from your high. Ryusei rose from you, kneeling on the backs of your thighs, watching as his cock slid languidly free from your sopping cunt, slapping against your ass once free. A twisted grin spread across his face as he watched his thick cum slide out of you, the steaming milky white substance gliding over your throbbing clit and puffy folds, contrasting with your complexion in a way that was completely addicting to him—enticing even. Your soft whines would bring him back to reality.

“Ryuu . .” Your gentle voice called out to him as you peered over your shoulder. He noticed your glassy eyes and tears running down your cheeks, your puffy lips pouting, and your cute nose sniffling. “. . .You’re heavy.”

“Yeah? Y’didn’t seem ta’ have a problem with it earlier when I was tearing this sweet little ass up, pretty thing.” He remarked, placing a light love tap on your reddened ass.

"That was before the post-nut clarity hit," you said, your brow furrowed with mock irritation, squirming around as you tried to crawl out from under him. “Now get upp~! I wanna take a bath.”

“Oh?” There was something chilling behind his tone, something that stopped you in your efforts. Ryusei towered over you once more, placing both of his palms next to your head as his powerful forearms encircled you. Something heavy—phallic—pressed against you. It was undeniable. He was hard again.

“And who said I was done with you, Angel?”

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charlesslut16 · 5 months

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-New Year's kiss-

summary: you and Lando go to a party to celebrate into the new year and it ends a lot other than you had thought...

PAIRING: lando norris x fem!reader

WARNINGS: 18+, NSFW; smut, explicit sex, curse words, p in v, sub/dom, sexual tension, moaning, fingering, soft sex, making love, slight aftercare, cream pie, unprotected sex (be safe!)

note: This is the longest imagine i have ever written but I thought that it should be longer because of the new year. I hope you like this and have a great start into the new year 2024.

december masterlist ; masterlist

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The party was in full swing, the music blaring, the alcohol flowing. You were standing beside Lando, your boyfriend of three years, watching your friends dance and laugh.

He slipped his arm around your waist, his fingers trailing lightly over your hip. You glanced up at him, admiring the way his eyes sparkled in the dim light of the room.

“You look amazing tonight,” he whispered in my ear.

You felt your cheeks flush with pleasure.

“So do you,” you replied, taking in the crisp white shirt he wore, the dark slacks that hugged his hips, the black leather jacket draped over his broad shoulders. “You clean up pretty well.”

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin.

"I thought about taking you upstairs," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "To that empty room we passed earlier." He traced a finger along your lower lip, making you shiver. "I could take you there, show you a real good time before the countdown."

The thought of being alone with Lando, of him touching you the way he had in mind, made your heart race. You nodded, unable to find your voice. He smiled, his lips curving into a wicked grin.

"Good girl," he said before pulling you away from the crowd. His hand slipped beneath your black dress, finding the warmth between your thighs, and you gasped as his touch sent a wave of heat through your body.

The both of you hurried up the stairs, taking you two at a time, and when you reached the empty room, he pushed you against the wall and kissed you deeply.

His hand slid up your dress, cupping your bare ass, and then he was lifting you, your legs wrapped around his waist. You moaned into his mouth as he carried you to the bed, the rough texture of his jacket teasing your sensitive skin.

He set you down gently, his eyes burning with desire, and then he unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it carelessly aside. You watched, mesmerized, as he peeled off his jacket, revealing the smooth, muscled chest you had fantasized about all night.

He kicked off his shoes and socks, and then he was back at your side, his lips trailing down your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin.

You arched into him, wanting more of his touch, and he seemed to understand, his hands moving over your body with a familiarity that made you feel completely exposed and completely desired.

He unclasped your bra, freeing your breasts, and you gasped as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking gently. Your hips arched off the bed, and you cried out, your fingers tangled in his hair.

Time seemed to stand still as you made love, your bodies moving in perfect rhythm. Lando's hands found their way back between your legs, teasing and pleasuring you, and you could feel yourself growing closer and closer to the edge.

You could taste the sweat on his skin, and smell the intoxicating mix of his cologne and sweat, and as the final moments of the year ticked away, You felt a surge of love and desire for him that was unlike anything you had ever experienced.

Just as the clock struck twenty minutes before midnight, he slid inside of you one last time, his movements hard and urgent. You wrapped your legs tight around his waist, your nails digging into his back as you felt the most exquisite pleasure coursing through your body.

As you came together, your lips met in a passionate kiss, and you knew that at this moment, with Lando, you had found everything you had ever wanted.

When at last your breathing had slowed and your hearts had stopped racing, he pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you. You lay there for several minutes, your foreheads touching, your skin still damp with sweat.

"I love you, my love." You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "I love you too," You whispered back. "I'm so lucky to have you."

You stayed like that for a while longer, lost in the afterglow of your lovemaking, and then, reluctantly, he slid out of You. He leaned forward, his lips finding yours again, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

As your kiss deepened, you could taste the sweetness of your shared passion on his tongue, and you knew that this was only the beginning of something incredible.

"We need to get downstairs to the others, so we can celebrate toegther in the new year" he stated, his voice low and intimate.

"And we can get you your New years kiss, that you wanted since the start of the year.." you nodded happily, your heart still racing from your lovemaking. "That sounds amazing."

He helped you sit up carefully, and you looked around the room, feeling a bit disoriented. He smiled, seeing the confused look on your face.

"Don't worry, I'll help you get your bearings back," he said, sliding his hands up your thighs. He kissed you again, this time more gently, and then stood, offering you his hand. You took it, letting him pull you to your feet.

You made your way down the hall and onto the balcony where you freinds already stood, the cool night air causing goosebumps on your skin.

Lando wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, and you leaned your head against his shoulder. Below you, the city of Cloud City was ablaze with light, and the air was filled with the sounds of revelry.

As you waited for the fireworks to begin, you watched the people below, laughing and singing, their faces lit up with excitement and joy.

Suddenly the clock struck midnight and Lando pulled you into him, your lips met and you kissed. Around you, your friends wished you all a happy New Year.

Your best friend took a picture of you both and sended it to you, so you could see it when you were alone. She was your biggest support, as was Lando.

The kiss that you both shared ended and you looked into his eyes, which were filled with love for you. You both let go of each other, so Lando could pull you into his side and watch the fireworks.

"Happy New Years, my love. I hope that we will share many more." Lando whispered in your ear.

"Happy New Years, Lan. I hope that this will be just a good year, as the last one."

Below you, the city started making everything ready for the fireworks and the festive emotions. The City looked colorful and festive, just like it should.

"They're about to start," he said, nodding toward the sky. Sure enough, the first burst of light exploded above you, painting the clouds a brilliant shade of red. "Ooh," you breathed, your eyes fixed on the sky.

"That's beautiful."

Lando smiled down at you, his eyes sparkling.

"I know. Isn't it amazing?"

He leaned forward, kissing you softly before turning back to watch the fireworks. The display above you was inspiring, with each new burst of color and light seeming more beautiful than the last.

The sky seemed to dance with the colors of the rainbow, and you felt a sense of wonder and happiness wash over you. At that moment everything was perfect.

As the last of the fireworks faded away, leaving behind a trail of smoke and sparkles, Lando took your hand in his.

"Well," he said, his voice heavy with emotion.

"I think that about does it for the official celebration. But I have a feeling there's still some fun to be had inside." He winked at you, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

"I think I'm up for that," You replied, squeezing his hand. "Where do you suggest we go?" He grinned, that mischievous glint back in his eye.

"Well, there's a little private party going on in the room upstairs… if you're interested." Your heart raced at the thought of spending more time alone with him, and you could feel myself blushing.

"I think I'd like that very much," You whispered, leaning into him, the party outside fully forgotten.

He led you back inside, your fingers still entwined, and up the stairs to the room. The music was loud, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and desire.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you made your way through the crowd, the press of bodies against you adding to the sensuality of the moment.

When you reached his room, he shut the door behind you, plunging you into darkness. You felt his hands on my hips, his lips moving down your neck, and then he was kissing you, his tongue dancing with yours.

You moaned into his mouth, pressing your body against his, feeling the hardness of his erection through his pants. He was hard and thick.

He broke the kiss, breathing heavily, and then began to unbutton your blouse. His fingers were deft and gentle as they peeled the fabric away, revealing your bra.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his lips trailing down your chest. "I can't wait to see you out of this." His hands slid up your sides, cupping your breasts over the lace of your bra.

"Let me help you with that." He unclasped my bra with practiced ease, and my breasts spilled free, the cool air brushing against my nipples.

You gasped as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking gently. Your hips arched off the floor, and you cried out, your fingers tangled in his hair.

He moaned around your nipple, and then moved to the other breast, treating it to the same attention. He loved touching, licking and sucking you and on you.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as he continued to tease and pleasure you, his hands moving lower, caressing your stomach, tracing the line of your underwear.

"Lando…" You breathed, your voice husky with desire. "I want you." He smiled up at me, his eyes dark and hungry. He pulled your underwear down your legs, tossing them aside, and then lifted you into his arms.

"Well, come here, then," he growled, carrying you over to the bed.

The mattress dipped beneath your weight as he laid you down, and he followed, pressing his body against yours. His hands roamed over your skin, touching and caressing, as if he was trying to memorize every inch of you.

He kissed you again with passion, his tongue dancing with yours, and then trailed his lips down your neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin there.

You arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him, as his hands found their way beneath your shirt. He pulled it off over your head, revealing your naked body to his touch.

His fingers traced the line of your collarbone that was laced with hickeys, and then traveled lower, over your flat stomach and the curls of hair above your mound.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. He positioned himself between your legs, his erection hot and hard against your entrance.

Slowly, he guided himself inside you, filling you up completely. You gasped at the sensation, feeling him stretch you in ways you hadn't expected.

He slowly began to move, his hips thrusting against yours in a rhythmic motion that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

You wrapped your legs around him, urging him to go deeper, faster. He obliged, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he lost himself in the sensation of being joined with you.

The bed creaked beneath you, the sheets tangled around your limbs, but neither of you cared. All that mattered was the connection you shared, the fierce and consuming desire that burned between you.

As the intensity of your lovemaking built, you felt yourself begin to lose control, your body spiraling higher and higher on a wave of pleasure.

And then, with a cry that was part ecstasy and part release, you came, your body shuddering beneath him. He followed close behind, his voice raw as he called out your name.

You lay together, panting and sweaty, as your hearts raced in unison. Lando rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you.

"You're amazing," he said, brushing the hair from your forehead. "You know that, right?" You smiled up at him, feeling more connected to him than you ever had before.

"I think you're pretty amazing yourself, Lan" you whispered. He grinned happily, kissing you tenderly. "Well, I'm glad we agree on something."

He leaned down to kiss you again, his lips soft and gentle against yours. His hand trailed down your stomach, over the dip of your hip, and then lower still, cupping your ass.

He pulled you closer, pressing your hips together, and began to rock his hips against yours in a slow, rhythmic motion. You arched your back, moaning into his kiss as the feeling built between you again.

Lando broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck to my collarbone. His fingers moved between you, finding your aching center again, and began to stroke in time with his thrusts.

You gripped the sheets, digging your nails into the fabric as the pleasure coursed through you. His free hand moved up to cup your breast, teasing your nipple with his thumb.

As you lost yourself in the sensation, you felt a shiver run down your spine. It was as if your bodies were made for each other, moving in perfect harmony, each touch sending sparks of desire flying between you.

You opened your eyes, looking up at him, and saw the same intensity reflected in his gaze. He was beautiful, you realized, in a way that went beyond his physical appearance.

There was a depth to him, an understanding of the world and of people that you found both captivating and terrifying.

But at this moment, with his body joined with yours, all you could focus on was the feeling of being truly known and truly loved. You reached up, running your fingers through his hair, feeling the rough stubble against your fingertips.

He groaned, thrusting deeper, and you arched your back, meeting him stroke for stroke. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, connected in a way that defied explanation.

And then, as if a dam had broken, you felt yourself begin to lose control, your body tense and shudder with the force of your orgasm. Lando followed close behind, his eyes locked on yours as he let out a shuddering cry, spilling his release into you.

Your bodies slowly relaxed, collapsing together onto the bed, as the last waves of pleasure washed over <ou.

You pressed your cheek against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath my ear.

"Lando," you whispered, your voice still shaky with emotion. "I don't know what just happened, but I don't ever want it to stop." He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, and smiled. "Me neither, love," he said, kissing the top of your head. "Me neither."

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cupidsfaerie · 11 months

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good luck charm ✧.* | cody rhodes x reader

cody rhodes x fem! reader

summary: brock flirts with reader, leading to cody's jealousy. in the end, reader is cody's good luck charm to getting the beast down. ·˚ ༘

genre: fluff + implied smut ·˚ ༘

a/n: cody has had me in a slight chokehold lately, so here's a fic for you guys who have been in the same boat <3

mondays were always the longest day of the week. the start of a fresh new week, but also having to be at work for monday night raw was always something you had to get used to, no matter how long you had worked for wwe. you were currently in the locker room that you shared with your boyfriend, cody rhodes, as you watched him prepare to go out to the ring and cut a promo.

"how does this look, babe?" he questioned, as he finished putting on his suit jacket. you looked up at him, softly biting your lip, "so good, i feel like you know what you do to me when you look this good every week." you said, as you wrapped your arms around him. "maybe i do, i just like hearing it." he said, as he pulled you in for a kiss.

you heard a knock at the door, followed by the crew calling for cody. "you're up next cody!" you smiled softly, as you heard cody respond with, "on it!"

"duty calls. you got this, baby. i know brock keeps coming and attacking you, but i know you're strong enough to take him. i have to get ready for my match now, but i'll be keeping my eye on you." you added, kissing his cheek softly.

"thank you, babe. good luck tonight. i love you." he said, kissing you one more time. "thank you, baby. now go out there and make brock pay!" you said, chuckling.

once cody had left, you started to get changed into your attire, but still never taking your eyes off of the screen. something about your boyfriend had always put you into a trance. the suits he wore, the confidence he had when he spoke. you truly were lucky, and you knew it too. you softly gasped, as you watched the screen, seeing brock lesnar come and attack cody from behind, starting to beat him down.

you knew cody would be able to handle himself, but he was already injured. thinking quickly, you tied your boots quickly, and went out to the gorilla. fans knew you and cody were together, and everyone looked at you two as a power couple. you looked over to see triple h and stephanie mcmahon, one of the greatest wrestling power couples to exist, give you a nod of approval. once you got the approval, the sound crew knew to hit your music, as you ran out to do your best to save him.

the crowd roared at the sound of your music, yes chants flowing, and the commentators went insane. you came with no game plan, just a lot of hope. as you slid into the ring, you looked up at brock lesnar, gulping. you knew that as strong and powerful as brock was, he would not do anything to hurt you specifically. so you did what you knew would be your best option, you hit him with the best slap you possibly could.

brock's head turned at the slap, but he let it off with a laugh. "aww, what's the matter, sweetie? i attacked your boyfriend? why don't you get yourself a real man?" he said, laughing, as he started to grab you by your waist.

before brock could do anything more, you watched cody hit him from behind. you slid out of the ring, as you watched cody finish him off with a cross rhodes, before him ending him off by yelling, "don't ever touch her again!" once brock was finally laid out, cody found you and slid out of the ring, pulling you into his side. "thank you, baby. but, please be careful." he said, whispering into your ear, followed by you nodding, and following him backstage.

once you were backstage, cody pulled you into a hug. "god, i almost killed him once i saw him flirting with you, y/n." he said, followed by a slight chuckle. "i really need you to be careful, i don't want brock, or me to be the reason anything bad happens to you." he said, sighing. you smiled, and pulled him into a hug. "baby, you're forgetting that i do this for a living too. i know brock is scary, but i would do anything to make sure you're okay too. if it wasn't for the slight distraction, you might not have gotten him as good as you did." you said, as you pulled him out of the hug. he nodded, and you heard your name called before he could respond.

"y/n! your match is next." you nodded, as you saw your opponent, bayley making her way to the gorilla. cody smiled, and looked down at you. "hey, you're gonna kill it out there. you always do. thank you, for always being my good luck charm." he said, planting a kiss on your lips. "thank you baby, you're my good luck charm. every single day." you replied. "ooh! what do i get if i win tonight?" you questioned, jokingly. cody smiled, and placed your hair behind your ear, before whispering into your ear, "you'll just have to wait and see, now won't you." he said, teasingly, before running his hand up your back softly, and planting a kiss on your cheek. "make me proud, baby." he said, slapping your ass softly.

the end.

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hi everyone!! this one was so much fun to write. please let me know if you would like a part two, or leave any requests you have for me. thank you all, and let me know what you think!

#cody rhodes #wwesmut #wwe fanfiction #cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes imagine #cody rhodes fanfiction #wrestling #wwe imagine #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling imagine #wwe x reader

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sergeifyodorov · 1 year

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SO curious 2 know if the rasmus "i fucking hate him" dahlin comment in ur newest fic re: jack eichel had any real life corollary

sincerely, from not a sabres fan but might just be after ur fic!

so i WILL preface this by stating that eichel very much was a victim of circumstance -- sure, he was the second-most touted prospect in his draft class by some margin (the tier list went: mcdavid-eichel-strome and marner were seen as about the same tier) but it was made fairly clear that the sabres' management group at the time didn't want him. they wanted mcdavid and were pissed they didn't get him. can only imagine what it's like to live your nhl dream only to be immediately told you weren't wanted.

that being said, the time of his captaincy in buffalo was said to be... how do i put this. a Miserable Fucking Experience for literally everyone involved. ryan o'reilly, for example, was a sabre for three years overlapping with the start of eichel's captaincy, and during his time there almost completely lost his passion for the sport. ROR is one example, but there are multiple reports like this from sabres who were sabres for any length of time at all during the eichel days.

the sabres seem to be in a much better headspace now that he's gone -- not that they're a great team, but they seem to like each other -- so that's good! but it's still probable (although im not a sabres fan so take this all with a grain of salt) that sabres who were there during the eichel years, eg dahlin, wouldn't look fondly on the guy.

#jack eichel #asks #on the ONE hand i respect eichs for being a victim of circumstance and standing up for his bodily autonomy re the trade #on the OTHER hand he does seem like kind of a cunt. so theres that #i wore his jacket for the longest time #also i respect the sabres! go enjoy them! they're fun as hell! theyre not Good though so prepare for that

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lunarfleur · 9 months

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mickey baby can i pls have tooth rotting fluff/comfort

i feel like shit and start school tomorrow and i might cry and i'm on my period and ugh i'm nervous for school

Come Here, Mama ~ Earth 42! Miles Morales

Summary:Miles pulled you closer into him and it was like being wrapped in a blanket of love. His right hand snaked under your shirt, drawing imaginary shapes across your back. His other hand rested on your hip, his grip gentle. Slowly, silently he traced the words “I love you” across your skin. It branded you, in a way. He was yours.

Warnings:Anxiety if you squint hard enough and trouble sleeping. That’s it me thinks

A/N: I’m here for you baby :( everything will be okay <3. I basically wrote this to fit your scenario and js added in a lil sum extra to make it go smooth.

Tagging: @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @hiyaitssans @nagi3seastorm @luvjunie @milesmolasses @n1cole-ghost @conitagray @kombuuuu

This is x fem reader!

If Miles had asked, you would have just told him you weren’t feeling well. That was part of the truth. It was late and your body was tired.

Your mind, however, was wide awake. You had sent your boyfriend a text, eyes squinting at the bright screen while you typed.

Are you awake?

And you waited impatiently, staring at the ceiling for the longest minute of your life.

Yeah wassup mama

I can’t sleep

Omw

Your favorite thing about him was his patience for you. Too many nights he’s come over in the middle of the night, consoling you or calming you or just plain loving you. You’ve woken him up too many times, yet he never complains.

He was at your window 10 minutes later.

He stepped in once you unlocked it, slipping off his slides and tossing his jacket onto your desk chair. You pouted at him unintentionally. While you didn’t want to be dramatic, you were miserable. He knew it, too. All you wanted was to sleep, to be ready for the schools days to come.

Miles looked at you once, then let out a gentle laugh.

He looked good like this. His eyes were half lidded with sleep, his durag sitting over his braids. He wore an old t-shirt and old pajama pants.

“Come here, mama,” he said groggily. His hands found yours, and he led you over to your bed. Miles laid you down, pulling your blankets over your body.

“Did I wake you up?” You whispered.

“Yeah, but it’s all good.” You leaned into his touch, cuddling into his warmth.

“Sorry.” You felt bad, you really did. It always seemed like he was doing things for you, never the other way around. He was a giver, sure, but god damn would it hurt to just give him a break?

“Hey, I said it was fine, baby. Stop worrying.”

“But-”

“Don’t start, ma. It’s good. I’d rather you wake me up than be here alone an’ miserable by yourself.”

“M’kay,” you mumbled. It was the truth, you knew that. Miles never lied to you. Ever.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Now just close ya eyes.”

Miles pulled you closer into him and it was like being wrapped in a blanket of love. His right hand snaked under your shirt, drawing imaginary shapes across your back. His other hand rested on your hip, his grip gentle. Slowly, silently he traced the words “I love you” across your skin. It branded you, in a way. He was yours.

Miles kissed your head, mumbling soft and sweet nothings to you while you faded in and out of the world of dreams. They were everything to you, the best things to fall asleep to. When it was late, when your minds were half asleep he always said the sweetest things. Things like, “I’m yours,” and, “I’ve always thought you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.” They kept you grounded. He kept you grounded.

“I love you so much, mama,” you heard him whisper. “You make me so happy, baby.”

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales x you #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles morales x female reader #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles morales #miles morales #miles morales x reader #atsv #across the spider verse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman #x fem!reader

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