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rodolfoparras · 10 months

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Thinking of all the ways you can be intimate with the Spot | 18+, MINORS DNI

Content tags: use of strap ons,

Ever since the accident happened and his body changed form, Spot never thought he’d be able to be intimate with someone.

However everything changed when he met you who was rather experimental in the bedroom and never afraid to try something new.

So it was to no surprise when you came up to him one day and told him about this idea that you had.

It all started when the two of you were getting intimate. He had you bent over, fingers thrusting into your aching hole and murmuring about how he wishes he could feel like he used to before.

Ever since then you’ve been thinking about ways to make it happen and one day you came across an article stating that strap ons were a great addition to the bedroom for all parties involved, thus giving you the idea that you should try giving him a blow job while he’s wearing a strap.

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, head tilted in anticipation with a strap hanging between his legs

“You sure this will work ?” Spot asks and looks down to where you’re sitting on the floor, voice careful and unsure as he fidgets with his long lanky fingers.

You shrug in response “honestly? I don’t know but it’s worth a shot“

Despite taking a new form you can still tell by his body language that he’s nervous.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to Jonathan” you say as you squeeze his thigh in reassurance.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just that I haven’t done this in a while and it’s much different from what I’m used to, you know? “ Spot says whilst shuffling around on the covers.

You did know.

The color of the strap was a stark contrast to the color of his skin, the size wasn’t something he was used to having and on top of that he was guaranteed not to feel a thing.

You nod your head in understanding and smile up at him. “How about this; if you really want to do this we’ll give it a go and if it turns out that it’s not your thing we forget about it. You and me can order pizza watch some movie and cuddle on the couch instead yeah?”

Spot takes a moment to consider it before he nods in agreement and you see the tension leaving his body as he relaxes on the bed.

Although his body can no longer feel the way it once did, he appreciates the way you trail kisses down his chest, the way your hands gently rub circles into his thighs and the way your eyes stay glued to his face, making sure he’s alright with everything that you’re doing.

The sheer attentiveness of it all has him lolling hishead back, chest heaving as his big hand gently drags along the expanse of your back.

“Still alright?” you ask as you pause your ministrations, voice careful and gaze gauging his every reaction.

Spot nods in response ”It’s really nice “ he says, voice shaky and breaths labored as his limbs twitch from your touch “keep going please”

As you kiss and caress him, you stumble upon one of the many spots decorating his body.

“Has anyone tried touching them?” you ask, eyeing what seemed to be a bottomless pit with curiosity.

It takes him a moment to respond, brain still affected by your touch “Only by accident “ he says, voice slightly cracking as he turns to the spot that you’re eyeing.

“May I?”

“You want to touch it?” He says, voice full of wonder as he adjusts himself on top of the covers.

You nod in response, still eyeing the spot.

“Alright, go ahead “

Spot doesn’t have to tell you twice as your hands sprawl over the expanse of his thighs, curios fingers skating over spotted skin as your eyes eaglery drink in the sight of the many dots on his body.

Some are big, some are small, some edges are very frail and some are very sharp. You trace each and every one of them with your finger as you gauge his reaction. “How does that feel?”

“Ticklish” he chuckles and you can’t help but smile at his reaction.

“What if I did this?” You ask as you slowly inch your hand closer to his inner thigh, fingers experimentally tracing around the edge of a spot before sliding two fingers inside.

“Oh-oh- woah” Spot gasps in surprise and falls back onto the bed “sorry sorry so sorry”

“That's alright, maybe it’s better if you’re laying down instead” you say with a chuckle, never once stopping your caresses “does this feel okay?”

He tries to form words, tongue stumbling over syllables as he squirms.“feels - feels good uh yeah good fuck -how are you doing that” he squeaks out as he gently ruts his hips against your hand.

It’s unlike anything you’ve experienced before. You can hear the whirling sounds coming from the portal, and you can feel the way the cold air caresses your bare skin but you can’t see a single thing. So you do your best to navigate your fingers in what seemed to be an endless pit, gently moving them in a back and forth motion as you keep your eyes trained on him.

“This?” You ask as you curl your fingers experimentally.

“Fuck” he cries out before he bites down on his arm, thigh twitching under you touch.

“Still alright?” You say with a smile on your face.

“Yeah, yeah still good” he pants, nodding his head, limb still twitching under your hand.

You give a few more experimental thrusts to his hole, watching the way he gets worked up only to suddenly pull away from the spot.

Spot whimpers at the loss of contact but you’re quick to console him with a squeeze to his thigh.

“I’d like to try something. Tell me if you want me to stop” you say to him as you inch closer to the strap hanging between his legs. “And keep your eyes on me okay?”

“Yeah alright -“

You wrap your lips around the strap as you sink down on it before you plunge your fingers back inside the hole on his inner thigh, doing your best to match the pace of your mouth with the movements of your fingers.

Spot gasps in surprise at the sight, back arching off the bed and heels digging into the bedroom floor for support. “Fuck oh- fuck” he cries out, voice full of wonder as he rocks his hips against your face “it’s like- it’s like you’re actually doing it”he whines out again , hands fumbling to grasp onto something and settling for clawing at the mattress.

You continue your movements, and you even tease him by pulling out your fingers only to trace the edge of the hole before plunging them back inside of the portal.

“Oh god- “ he sobs as you continue your ministrations.

“You sound so pretty you know? Love to see what more sounds you can make while I fuck your holes” you say as you pull away from the plastic, fingers still thrusting inside his hole.

“Don’t- don’t say stuff like that” Spot whines as he buries his face in his hands but still keeping a watchful eye as you drag your tongue over the plastic.

“Why? You don’t like it?” you ask with a smile on your face, already knowing the answer to your question. “Jonathan answer me “ you say in warning as you crook your fingers.

He sobs at that, fingers digging into the hole on his face as he furiously bucks his hips against your hand.

“I do” he wails, as he continues to rock his hips . “Feels so good feels so good feels as if - as if “ he pants, unable to finish his sentence as he starts clawing at the mattress again, slowly losing control of his senses

You sink down on the plastic again as you continues crook your fingers inside the hole on his body.

His head shifts from side to side so fast he looks like a moving blur, too far gone in pleasure to be able to look at you anymore as he rocks his hips against your face, the movement so sudden it causes you to gag around the plastic.

You pull away from him with a cough and blink back in surprise as you wipe your mouth.

Spot springs up so fast he almost tumbles over in the process. “Oh god- god, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

“Yeah don’t worry about that, just a bit surprised “ you say with a soft smile on your face, swallowing down the discomfort that was making itself known at the back of your throat.

“So- sorry” Spot says again. “Here let me-“

You just shake your head before you gently push him back down on the bed and sink down on him again. Your fingers return to the spot on his body, making sure the pace of your fingers matches with the pace of your mouth to keep the illusion going.

His hand goes back to your head, gently cradling it this time as he lightly rocks his hips against your face. “This is - this is so nice - thank you so much for doing this”

It’s clear that he’s trying to restrain himself, body shaking from restraint as he shoves fingers into the hole on his face to muffle the whines and whimpers escaping him.

As much as you appreciate the gesture you don’t want him to hold back and you make it known with a tap to his thigh.

His fingers fall from his face, body going completely still as he turns to look at you instead. He must’ve thought you wanted to stop because he goes to pull away but you’re quick to put a hand on hip, halting his movements completely.

You relax your mouth around the strap, body going slack as you guide his hips against your face.

Spot gasps at your movements, lanky fingers clumsily grabbing onto your hair as he guides your head all the way down to the base. “Fuck oh fuck please -“

What started off as a controlled pace quickly turns into a feverish mess and he wails, blunt nails dragging along your neck as he slowly loses control of his senses.

As you continue to sink down on the plastic and fingering the portal on his body , you notice the holes expanding in size, and even moving around

You’re amazed, eyes wide and mouth halting its moments as your fingers trace the many shapes of the holes of his body.

All of a sudden he stops responding, body going completely still and you turn your gaze towards him.

“Jonathan? Is everything alright?” You say, worry dripping from your voice as you pull away from the strap.

He’s got his fingers shoved back into the hole on his face, an attempt at silencing the whines and whimpers escaping him that only seem to grow louder as the spots morphe and move around on his body.

“Nonono don’t stop don’t stop please please“ he urges, hand clumsily grabbing onto your hair as he shoves you back between his legs.

Now that's a reaction you’re familiar with and you quickly wrap your lips around the plastic dick as you sink down on it, fingers plunging back into his hole and continuously curling inside of it.

You see the way the spots on his body continue to shift and change, and you feel the way his fingers yank onto your hair as he frantically rocks his hips against your face.

“I think I’m-I think I’m —“ Spot mutters into the palm of his hand before he comes with a cry, back arching off the bed as the spots on his body finally stop moving.

It’s unlike anything you’ve seen before, an orgasm accommodated to his newest form and you can’t help but want to see more.

Spot flops back down onto the bed, hand thrown over his eyes as he exhales heavily

“That was- that was woah”

“Should we do that again?” You ask with a smile on your face.

#jonathan ohnn #jonathan ohnn x reader #Jonathan ohnn x male reader #jonathon ohnn x reader #jonathon ohnn x male reader #the spot #the spot x reader #the spot x male reader #across the spiderverse #verse male reader #Alec writes #I had one person excited about spot with strap ons and I was like ! I got u friend *slaps this baby on the table*#pls excuse any mistakes #I was going to post this yesterday but I had a 5 hour tattoo session and was like nvm babe

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mlmmetalhead · 10 months

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❛ you taste like heaven. ❜

❛ i need to come. please, i'll do anything. ❜

with spot plssss

Spot wriggled around the bed, messing up the sheets beneath him, shameful noises leaving his... well, where his mouth would be.

"Stop struggling like a worm... you're messing all my sheets up." you spoke, rising up from in-between his thighs before immediately digging in again.

Spot moaned, arching his back and desperately shoving his fingers into the big hole on his face, wanting to bite down so bad, but having no teeth just left him with awkwardly placed fingers, but he didn't care. His hips involuntary buckled into your face before you slammed them down on the bed.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Just lay there and be pretty, you don't get the upper hand." you groaned rather aggressively, obviously annoyed with Spot's attitude.

He moaned once again, it coming out more like a whimper. Yes, he wasn't able to cum traditionally but still, laying there for hours, feeling your tongue reaching into the depths of his new body he didn't even think of exploring and not get to cum? A pain in the ass. Literally. So, with yet another strained moan, his voice barely above a whisper, he pleaded:

"I need to come. Please., I'll do anything, y/n!"

You rose once again, your eyes boring into his deep face spot, devoid of any light. Your tongue ran around your lips before you got up, unbuckling your belt, pulling your hard-on out.

"You're lucky you taste like heaven... Spread those legs open, pretty."

#x reader #spiderverse x reader #the spot #the spot x reader #reader insert #gay #x male reader #male reader #top male reader #dom male reader #mlm #male reader insert #dom reader #top reader #the spot x male reader #🍷 mlmmetalhead

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taurder · 9 months

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(n) sfw

it doesn't matter if it is pre or after the collider incident, jonathan ohnn would always go to you to satisfy his desires. there was a big change once he become the spot, of course, but some parts of him remain the same. he was still quite talkative, rambling his thoughts out even if you were fucking him deep into the mattress.

sometimes he would said things you wouldn't get, rants about his latest scientific discoveries only slightly interrupted when your name was screamed. "right there, right– yes yes yes god this is why i always come to you– mggh! i know you'll always make me.." and so from science and space the conversation will turn to your ability to make him feel like he's melting and overwhelmed in a good way.

jonathan used to be shy when asking you to use him. he'd come to your house, mumbling about his visit and "you're probably super busy i don't think you have time for– or maybe you're not even in the mood and i'm here.. horny.. and.. and bothering you!" it'll always end up with him thanking you for letting him cum between both your stomachs. you're always amused by his ability to talk even when his eyes were all the way up in his head and his tongue became too sloppy to articulate words right.

then the incident happened. he took a long time to came back, thinking you wouldn't want him like this. and it took some adjustments, but he was still the kinky nerd who needed a good release from time to time, and you're the only one he wants, ever. he's skilled with his new powers, he showed you so one time when you were profusely thrusting into the hole of his face, suddenly feeling it was being squeeze. just when you finished he explained to you how he made a portal so if you were deep enough into his throat half of your dick was actually sliding into his ass, all at the same time.

he was less shy, more adventurous. "would you be up to an experiment? i have this theory i could feel like i'm cumming if you fuck any of my holes" and you're curious enough to indulge him. seeing him squirm and throw his head up while you rail him, holding his hips, his tighs, you love any part of his body, you always have.

"what are you doing, pretty thing?" you asked once after cumming, hearing him whimper and mumble to himself looking concentrated, only to see right after how a portal appears at his side, oozing semen into the bed. he shivers, voice crying out softly "i– i was trying to move it inside me.. to feel it everywhere" and you have to promise to fill him up again, and again, and once more. the collider didn't took away his need for your cock.

still thirsty?

#🌊 thirsty taur ❜#sub jonathan ohnn #sub spot #jonathan ohnn #jonathan ohnn x male reader #the spot x male reader #top male reader #top reader x character #gn reader #atsv x you #submisive and breedable #atsv x reader #the spot x gn reader

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intothebagelverse · 8 months

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i have covid AND strep! two whole illnesses! you know what that means

SICK SPOT HEADCANONS

when you’re sick…

The Worrier Ever. he wonders if you’re hiding symptoms so he doesn’t feel bad but ultimately listens to you.

gives you the best treatment. he took care of your chores. he already got you an appointment set up to get some medicine (whatever he couldn’t get over the counter).

deathly afraid of getting sick himself but the idea of you having to even lift a finger while sick is worse. he’ll bathe you if he has to.

those portals are the best thing on earth. one by your bed so you can pop through and get him if you need to, one that goes right to the bathroom and/or kitchen, just generally using them to make your life easier

when he’s sick

you know how men go baby mode when sick? yeah that’s him. cosmic horror to poor sickly meow meow in a single day.

please hold him but also STAY BACK HE DOESN’T WANT TO GET YOU SICK

he can’t take whag he dishes out and refuses to “inconvenience” you by “making” you take care of him…but if you’re persistent enough he’ll stop complaining and a particularly feverish johnny will hold his arms out to you. hold himb <3

#bagelposting #the spot headcanons #the spot #johnathan ohnn #atsv the spot #the spot x reader #the spot x gn reader #the spot x male reader #atsv #i actually had this in my drafts i’m better now #but ye men going baby mode applies to tboys too #missed my boyfriends (irl bf and the spot)#fever induced f/o yearning #tw illness

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screaming-cicada · 10 months

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literally fight me but the spot is so babygirl and i WILL die on his hill

i want to KISS that goofy guy and call him pretty until he melts

#nymph chirps #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #the spot x reader #the spot x male reader

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badchoicesworld · 10 months

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masc!reader and spot just throwing compliments at eachother back and forth like a tennis ball until spot finally caves and gets flustered lol. I like seeing spot happy i think he should be happy

the spot getting flustered by masc!reader

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME A WEEK TO SEE I LITERALLY JUST NEVER GOT ANY KIND OF INDICATION FOR IT ???

like i mentioned before it’s kinda difficult writing for the spot in like a way thats relevant to the plot so these are just outta context things i guess

requests are of course still open, this is first request, so very sorry if this is ass but promise im trying

ok anyway i hope this is okay in this format since you didn’t specify which is completely fine <33

TW: none pairing: the spot x masc!reader

fuckin love this image

★⋆ ⋆☆⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆☆⋆⋆★✧

if either of you had to guess who started it, you’d both be clueless .

it probably began as playful little game, throwing back and forth the exact same phrases like “nooo, you’re the best!” with more umph than the last just because that seems like a very spot thing to do

spot’s probably like “nononono, me? nononono, no. you!” while pointing back and forth at yous with his whole heart and soul (very firm four finger point)

pointing at each other accusatorially but with stupid lil grins (or spots very expressive face hole) while complimenting each other as if they're threats

he either does the "uh? talk to the hand!" thing all sassy and there's just a hole in his palm or he does the "lalalala! i cant hear you, not listening!!" thing

but the longer it went on and the quicker you ran out of oxygen from just extending the vowels, things took a personal turn like “oh, please! who’s the scientist genius here?” and spot probably is a little caught of guard to be genuinely recognised for his actual intellect but probably regains his composure pretty quickly with a silly little “oh- hey now, no fair!” then probably calls you handsome or smthn for actually looking like a person (ily strange hole man)

few more back and forth “no, you!” statements before it gets personal again, spot slaps you with a “well i’mmm not the most compassionate person in the world!” something along those lines with the most exaggerated hand gestures ever because he’s so silly

only for you to immediately counter with a once in a life time compliment that sits with him for the next decade of his life, probably something mentioning his determination, intellect, personality.. things that would typically be overlooked and all he can really do is sit and gape, before he starts to fidget with his hands a little all awkward like

hurried little “.. okay- yeah, alright, fine.. you win.” oh poor boy feels so flustered but happy deep down

looking away while tapping like the pads of his index fingers together while the rest of his fingers are intertwined, kinda like a pondering business man except he’s just a funky fella

he gets flustered, but after a bit you both die down in a kinda warm silence

some time passes where you just bask in the comfort of each others presence, but you can't help yourselves

a few more lil comments are exchanged like “smart”, “funny”, "cool", "silly"

obviously aimed at each other but it's all spot can muster now

eventually, the banter dies off for good and you're both just left feeling all sunshine and rainbows cause you got to make each other feel better

★⋆ ⋆☆⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆☆⋆⋆★✧

#across the spiderverse #the spot spiderverse #male reader #the spot x reader #the spot x male reader #the spot x y/n #headcanon #oneshot #ask #request #im so sorry this took me a whole ass week to see #fluff

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dj-spiderman · 11 months

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SPIDER-VERSE MASTERLIST

COD account: @jimmy-j-james

I’m James or DJ. This is my separate account for spiderverse writing, which will likely be overrun by Miguel (bbg).

REQUEST RULES:

REQUESTS ARE: OPEN

- female/feminine presenting DNI, this includes: she/her and she/they

- I will not write female!readers (she/her/she/they), nor purposefully write gender neutral!readers (they/them).

- I’m open to NSFW so long as the plot intrigues me or the kinks involved are something I’m comfortable with.

- I prefer non-NSFW over NSFW

- NSFW will have MDNI notice, but it’s more read at your own risk than anything.

- I will write angst (character death, fights, injuries > breakups, cheating)

- I will write gore, provided with the appropriate warnings.

- I will, obviously, write for Yandere/obsessive. (I’d prefer to write for Miguel and Lyla for these topics, but requesting anyone from my list is fine.)

- I will write polyamory, though my max will be three characters in a relationship.

ARAÑITO

- The SERIES ; Miguel O’Hara & Child!reader

MIGUEL O’HARA (SPIDER-MAN 2099)

- DOTING DADDY SPIDERS ; M!reader (NSFW)

- I ONLY NEED YOU NEAR ; M!reader (Yandere)

PETER B. PARKER (SPIDER-MAN 616)

- YOU DESERVE A BREAK ; M!reader (fluff/comfort)

PATRICK O’HARA (WEBSLINGER)

SPIDER NOIR (SPIDER-MAN 90214)

BEN REILLY (SCARLET-SPIDER)

- THE BETTER BROTHER ; Teen!reader (fluff + angst w/ comfort)

JONATHAN OHNN (THE SPOT)

LYLA (LYrate Lifeform Approximation)

- Lyla W/ M!reader Headcanons

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shockedemojiatsv · 4 months

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•◇☆ Shocked Emoji 🤯 ☆◇•

‼️ ☆ call me 🤯, or Mr Lil guy. I am a 19+ years old (dont wanna edit it everytime i have a birthday hahahdj,,,,). Agender. Pan leaning to men. I live in Willy Wonka's factory⁉️🤯. Spanish-Filipino. Grills like my life depends on it ☆

👍 ☆ 18+, male reader or gender neutral reader blog (rare fem content), maainlyy writing or drabbling 4 ATSV and ITSV, dddne, everything except for anything in "🤢" section.

🤢 ☆ fem reader, fetishizers, anything even slightly homophobic or transphobic, minors and ageless accounts, racist remarks, underage, [EXTREMELY DETAILED] gore and violence (cmon don't be edgy), anything related to p3d0ph¡ll¡a, z00ph¡ll¡a and n3cr0ph¡ll¡a, COD ☆

•◇☆Will write for:☆◇•

😍 ☆ Miguel O'Hara, Peter B Parker, SpiderNoir, Webslinger, Ben Reilly, The Spot, Doc Ock, Deadpool, Moonknight, Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Jake Lockley, certain Oscar Isaac characters, ETC. ☆

~☆{ MASTERLIST }☆~

•~~~~~~~~~•

Miguel ohara

Sweet 🔞

Worship

New Years 🔞

Miguel being dominant 🔞

•~~~~~~~~~•

Ben Reilly

Puppy 🔞

Benny, baby 🔞

•~~~~~~~~~•

Deadpool

One More, Please 🔞

•~~~~~~~~~•

Francis Mosses

молоко (milk) 🔞

Новое Mолоко (New Milk) 🔞

『《Silly Anons》』

👤 ☆ 🤓 Anon, 🐘 Anon, 🍊 Fantanon

◇☆Miscellaneous 🫨☆◇

~ 🤯 Ask

~ 🤯 Writings

~ 🤯 Random yapping

~ 🤯 Doodles

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brigoesrahhh · 10 months

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M!Reader Riding The Spot’s Face

500+ words.

Summary: The Spot sucks your dick and pulls you into his void while you ride his face. A short analysis of The Spot's glory holes.

CW: NSFW [kinda gross… some weird shit about cumming in his holes and it coming out of some strange places… but like… i think its interesting… ;)]

His enthusiasm and intensity are unmatched as he engulfs your pleasure with fervor, taking you on a mind-blowing journey beyond earthly limits.

And it's this intense, mind-blowing sensation as you feel yourself being pulled deeper into the void by his powerful suction. It's a unique and thrilling experience that you can't help but be captivated by. Sucking your cock into the depths of his face, he creates a sense of exhilaration and surrender, as if you're being consumed by an otherworldly force. The combination of pleasure and the unknown adds an element of danger and excitement to the moment, leaving you craving more.

You rocked into him harder, and he held onto your thighs for support. The rhythmic motion and firm grasp on your plush skin evoked an electrifying pleasure within, pushing you into a realm of ecstasy where time seemed to stand still.

He would whine at the feeling of all of his senses being overwhelmed by you. He would let you be as rough as you needed though, wanting you to use him for your own pleasure. As you continue to fuck his face, his submissive nature becomes more evident and he squirms a bit under your thighs, fueling your desire to push him further.

His face would tighten around your cock when he got flustered at your moaning while your dick bobbed in and out of his face. He would moan and whimper as you fucked him harder and faster.

"Fuck, Spot... wrapped so tight around my cock... shit," You mutter through your moans. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum," You say as you start to thrust harder through the narrow hole in his face.

His muffled moans only intensify your arousal, the sound vibrating against your sensitive skin. Every whimper and moan from him sends a surge of pleasure through your body, igniting a primal desire to dominate him completely. The way he eagerly takes you in, his void-for-a-mouth working tirelessly to please you, only adds fuel to the fire burning within you.

After you finish riding out your pleasure on his face, you release, cum shooting into his face and small drips spilling out of the other holes on his body.

His skin now had noticeable stains decorating him, the white flesh making it easier to see the cream-colored fluids covering him on different areas of his body.

He flushed bright pink at the sight of his leaking holes, and he was now covered in a thin layer of semen. His 'eyes' glowed with pride as he admired your fucked-out face. You were so turned on by the sight that you couldn't help but start to drip more cum into his face.

The intensity of the moment left both of you breathless, and you took a moment to catch your breath and savor the aftermath. The sight of him covered in your release only heightened the erotic atmosphere, as you both reveled in the raw passion and connection you had just experienced. As you continued to admire his body, a sense of satisfaction washed over you, knowing that you had both explored such new depths of pleasure.

A/N: this is my way of apologizing for forgetting to post /hj /nsrs 🫡

#the spot x male reader #the spot x reader #atsv #NSFVV #across the spider verse #jonathan ohnn #the spot #jonathan ohnn x reader

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miguel-owhora · 2 months

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i need someone - or even me :3 - to create a fic where the spot is a loser ! (i mean ik he's a loser but like he's super duper of a loser here) where he doesn't turn into the spot so he's just... johnathon. and yk how he looks like, right? fucking stray cat, a literal loser god i want him so ba dhsklnjndkjsfdfs

and so everyone assumes he's just.... a fucking virgin or something idk that he has no bitches no rizz no nothing !

but !!!!!! he gets bitches, the baddest bitches by being the silliest guy - he gets you.

you're way out of his fucking league, like a VS angel or something, you're just ksejfdsnfkdsfj out of this fucking world, big balls and everything, you have social skills. you can get anyone you want - and you end up with john. and everyone's just ????????????? bc HELLO how the fuck did the scrawny ass scraggly soppy ass of a man named Johnathon Ohnn bag you?????

#mr. o'whora's works !#kind of idk #johnathon ohnn x male reader #the spot x male reader #something in the way hnnnnnnnnnggggghhhhhh #watching the batman :3 #AGAIN

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spidey-x-male-reader · 11 months

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I'm finally starting to write for today. Way too late but I should be able to finish a few requests today. I currently have

14 requests for Hobie Brown

8 requests for Miguel O'Hara

1 request for the Spot

1 request for Miles Morales

1 request for Spider Noir

1 request for Jason Todd

If there's anyone else you'd like to request or you generally have ideas just do that :D (the fandoms I'm writing for are in my blog guide)

#x reader #x male reader #hobie brown x male reader #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #spider punk x male reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x male reader #the spot x reader #the spot x male reader #miles morales x reader #miles morales x male reader #spider noir x reader #spider noir x male reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd x male reader

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rodolfoparras · 8 months

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Imagine fucking the spot from every last hole of his and having your cum leak out of all his orifices 😫😫😫

Content warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, Spot X Top Male reader, sub spot, dom male reader, group sex (M/M/M/M), sensory deprivation, mild degradation, Power dynamic, non human anatomy (let’s say spot can’t feel a thing but likes to be used for sex)spot basically being a cum bucket, author does not care for grammar and spelling errors for once. Anon I know u didn’t say anything about group sex but I’ve been waiting for an opportunity like this and churned this thing out in an hour and it’s a lot so brace yourself Also pls don’t consider this a proper Drabble this is just me rambling djdjd

Spot is down on all four, blindfolded and surrounded with people he doesn’t know.

He knows that because he can feel rough hands digging into every inch of his skin. He can hear a choir of heavy grunts and gasps mingle with the sound of skin slapping together. He can almost taste the cocks thrusting into him. He can even smell the scent of sex lingering in the air.

Some would feel scared to be rendered in such vulnerable position but Spot isn’t, matter of fact he had wanted to do this.

See once you and spot started getting intimate you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to fuck all of his holes and fill them up to the brim with cum but you couldn’t do that alone of course and would need help from some people.

So one day you had suggested the idea to him and he had easily agreed to do it.

You had given him a week to prepare, a week to back out if he needed it even but he never did instead he came with you to the decided location, only dressed in a simple black blindfold.

He hadn’t gotten much instructions other than to get down on all fours and use his safe word if he needed to.

So here he is, down on all four blindfolded and surrounded with people he doesn’t know.

He knows that you’re there as well, can hear your voice. He just doesn’t know if it’s your hand on his shoulder. All he knows it’s a rather demeaning grip, uncaring if they’re being gentle with him, only meant to sturdy the person in question as they’re trusting their cock into one of his holes.

He can feel another hand on him, blunt nails sinking into the supple skin of his ass as they thrust their cock into the spot just under his buttocks.

He can also feel fingers shoved into the hole on his face while someone’s thrusting a cock into the spot on his neck.

He should feel embarrassed. These unknown people are treating him as if he were nothing but a form full of holes where you could just shove your cock into it, cum and leave it gaping for more.

But for some reason he doesn’t feel embarrassed, instead he feels rather proud with how good of a job he’s doing right now.

See the group of people will each find a hole, and fuck into it until someone cums. Once someone does, they rotate to find another hole and when they find it, they do the process all over again til they manage to reach their goal.

So far they’ve rotated rather quickly, spot’s surprised that he isn’t filled to the brim right know because he can almost taste the bucket loads of cum at the back of his throat, can feel the many cocks at the very pit of his stomach but it takes a while until squelching sounds can be heard along with the sound of something dripping to the floor.

“Oh god looks like you made a mess,” he hears you say, false concern dripping from your tone.

And that’s when he realizes. You’ve actually managed to fill him up to the brim to the point where cum is leaking out of his holes and dripping to the floor.

And Spot is slightly embarrassed, doesn’t know what to say, just stays kneeling on all four, blindfolded and surrounded in puddles of cum.

“How about you clean it up for us, yeah?” He hears you speak again. There’s an echo of agreements, even some laughter can be heard.

He quickly snaps out of his embarrassment and scurries to do as he’s told. However before he can go any further someone’s pressing a boot clad foot against his shoulder, halting him from going any further.

“Only with your face Jonathan” he hears you say again, can almost see the smile on your face in his head.

“Of course sir” is all he says in response before he lowers his head to the ground.

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Drunken Stupor

A/N: this is based off of that drunken yan gangster idea that I couldn't get out of my head. I might rewrite it or do it differently but this is 4 u my 1 gangster lovin' anon for now!

OG Yandere Gangster Drabble (nsft) w/ da Yan Gangster Ramble

TW: kidnapping, drunken yandere, noncon kissing (no nsft), threats, toxic behavior,

Puzzles, accompanied by whatever news channel you could get through. Paint-by-number pictures, and shitty DVD’s from another time. Horribly thin sheets and an aching back--- you were completely, utterly, and seemingly irrevocably, isolated. The tight handcuffs around your feet only allowed you to hop around the house, barely making it to the front door before you tripped over the rug and nosedived into the cold, black floor.

How long has it been? When was the last time you felt the spring wind on your face? You weren’t even allowed to open the windows, out of your captors fear of you screaming for help, even with him right next to you. He gave you countless things to keep yourself entertained, whether they be knitting grandma-like sweaters or taking up a different artistic hobby, anything that could keep you in one spot for long without the need to move or the option to hurt yourself.

You were tempted to scream, to throw your half-finished puzzle at the wall and destroy the nice room set up for you that once belonged to the lone bachelor-- who, was much later than usual tonight. Your throat was too sore to keep up with the screaming however, and you pushed it to the back of your mind to try again tomorrow. If he came home all of a sudden and found you screaming at the ripe hour of 11 PM, he might do more than just threaten with one of his switchblades.

You hated being around the bastard, feeling so terrified and weak like maybe today would finally be your last-- but at this point, you were going insane being by yourself for so long. Even a nice screaming match with him until your voice finally left you would more desirable than watching another 80s thriller that would haunt your dreams, alone. For someone who wasn’t home very often, he certainly had an extensive collection of old gangster movies, romcoms too even. But you couldn’t put Sixteen Candles on again without wanting to rip your eyes out-- not even one of his five million copies of The Godfather. Who needs that many copies of the same movie?

Your exhausted, beaten-down brain jolted at the sound of someone jerking at the door handle. The door practically thumped with the lock against the wall, dust raining as it was violently ripped back and forth. But then came the familiar jangle of an overloaded key ring, one you had heard most nights for what you can only assume has been the past month.

Finally, your spiked anxiety crashed when you saw those familiar, much-too-shiny-for-a-gangster-to-be-wearing black leather shoes thump inside. You peaked your head out from your sitting position near the opened bedroom door, trying to get a glimpse without getting up and alerting him of your presence. It was inevitable for him to come to you, his kidnapee, but you tried to postpone the smothering for as long as possible. Maybe now was the time to chuck that puzzle.

“You reallyyy gotta hold *hic* on mee…”

Mismatched footsteps trudged, stopping first to hit the corner of what you could only assume was the livingroom loveseat.

“Move outa ma way, couch! ..Even though you… treeat me *hic* badlyy..”

You heard the raking of fingernails on the couch cushions, the clink of a bottle rolling on the ground back and forth. You didn’t dare look back through the door crack. Maybe you should shut it? Lord knows what that would cause him to do, though.

“You still gotts’a hold on me…”

The sing-songy voice came closer, belonging to the madman you dreaded the return of. Within the crack of the door you saw a dark silhouette, the TV casting a face-shadowing glow that made you just an inch more terrified.

“Hey, baby…” He hiccuped.

“Well that’s new,” You started, looking away from him back to your puzzle. “When did I become your ‘baby’?”

He moaned thoughtfully, thinking about your rhetorical question. “After you kidnapped me, I suppose?”

Maybe it was wrong to poke the beast, especially because he smelled like dirty whiskey and had three buttons too loose on his dress shirt, showing a deep scar betwixt his faint chest hair. A vulnerable image he’d never let you witness soberly.

“Hrmmm….” He pushed his entire weight on the door, letting it creak open as he looked at you with a smile.

“I dunno…maybe.” He laughed a little, giving a small snort like a schoolboy hearing his first nasty joke.

You rolled your eyes. Damn, as if you weren’t on edge before, now you were going to have to deal with the equivalent of a murderous toddler who’s been threatening to hurt you ever since you were first brought here. Drunken fools were best left at the bar.

But your icy demeanor didn’t sway his unsettingly good mood, the gangster opening the door all the way to flop onto your (unwillingly) shared bed. He dug his face into the sheets that smelled like you, looking at the back of your head that was pressed against the edge of the mattress.

“Was thinkin’ bout’cha…” He murmurs, tugging at a strand of your hair from behind. “Couldn’t stop talkin’ to the boys, ‘bout how pretty you are..”

The short yanks at your hair to get your attention were becoming annoying, though you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of glaring face-to-face.

“Told em’ how nice you look when yer sleepin’, when ya brush ya teeth, sayin’ that they’re not allowed to have ya....”

You hummed in response, trying to bend away to get closer to your puzzle. But you could sense the bubbling in your stomach, could feel that something was coming. Whether it’d be a bunch of slobbered kisses or your early demise, you couldn’t tell.

“Oh really?” You asked, knowing he’d been adamant on not saying a word or letting make a peep about your existence in his gang-funded condo.

“Yah, I did. Don’t believe me? Said i’d cut their fingers off, like boss does when some’n fucks up. I’d slam into em, make em watch while I...”

He went quiet, and you thanked whatever made him. Whatever he said, you didn’t want to know; you’d already had enough of an unwilling look into his violent thoughts.

“Well, doesn’t matter now, right... ‘cause now I gots’ya here. Mmph,” You hear him kick his shoes off, his face coming up to bury in your hair. “Smellin’ so good, lookin’ so nice fr’ me… wanting you so bad.”

The sound of him inhaling you, his nose pressed to your neck as he shimmies his head deeper against you like a cat is uncomfortably warm. You feel two hands creep up, looking for your shoulders to push you back and make you more accessible.

The gangster wasn’t normally so affectionate, so quiet and simple when he spoke. You were waiting for it to be replaced by his normal, angrily resentful behavior, the type that’d pull you by the hair to kiss you, that’d rant about the idiots he’d had to deal with for the day at you. But maybe, just maybe, you were in the clear for now?

“You’re acting weird,” You try to jerk away. “I’m not in the mood to entertain you, okay? Just, let me do my puzzle in peace. Go take a shower or something.”

He’s quick to respond, wrapping veiny arms around your shoulders and dangerously close to your neck.

“Nuh huh, not unless yer comin’ with me, wanna show how much I loove you,” His head pops up closer to yours, the stressed crinkles under his eyes making him look older. “Cuz’ baby, you reallyy gotta hold on mee..”

“Stop stop stop.” You couldn’t take the second-hand embarassment of listening him to try to sing again, horribly off key and far too confident in each drawn out word. “What do I have to do to stop you from singing again?”

“I can’t hold it in though. Love’s too strong for you, love.” His disheveled hair, once slicked back in an oily black, now strewn about across his forehead as it nearly covers his eyebrows. He presses his forehead towards you. “Lemme kiss. Told the boys you give the best kisses, lemme prove it..”

“Prove what-- they’re not even here!” You try to go under his arm-barricade, only to be stopped as he practically puts his full weight forward, dragging him with you each time you move.

“Lovin’ you for so long, jusst a kiss, just one kith..” He reaches for your cheek with his lips, ignoring how you whip your head around in retaliation.

“No, no! You stink like a bar and ciggarettes, get off me.”

He grunts in frustration, biting down on his lower lip as his dark, full eyebrows furrow together.

“Let me kiss or i’ll.. I’ll gut you like a fish, my lovely..”

You stopped at that, looking out of the corner of your eye to his pink-tinted cheeks and strong neck that sweated at the sight of you.

He puts a ringed knuckle to your cheek, huffing as his eyes go half-lidded. His suit was all wrinkled from rolling around on the bed, dirty with the day’s work and bar-stench as he forced you back against the end of the mattress.

“C’mon, don’t make me say stuff like that just for a kiss…” He whined, scooting closer. “Maybe I’ll start singing again, y’knoww, if y’don’t come close.”

“Please just… don’t hurt me.” You mumbled, trying to avoid that blank, dark look he often held that came crawling back a moment ago. You didn’t want that sober side right now; this was somehow easier to handle, even if it meant losing your dignity.

“Don’t wanna, never will,” He hums, staring unbothered at your lips, as if he wasn’t holding you tight enough to suffocate. “S’just kiss me, need it bad..”

You looked around, as if there was anyone else looking, trying to avoid the task that made you shiver inside.

But you didn’t get a chance to reject the drunken gangster again, his wet lips coming against the side of your face. He poked the tip of his tongue out, flicking against your lip before going tongue-first into your surprised mouth.

Anytime he had tried to kiss you, to do anything overtly intimate, the most he released was the silent huffs of a man too wrapped up in himself to let you hear anything of pleasure. But now, you witnessed the lewd shlops of his lips against yours, the neediness of the back of his throat, groaning to be deeper inside of you.

One of his heavy hands cradled the back of your head, his stupor not caring (or rather, not noticing) how little you moved, how you seemed to be backing into his large palm that massaged your hair.

“Loved’ya forever, so happy you were so stupid…” He mumbles between licks to the corner of your lip, diving back into the sticky warmth of you. “What kinda… mph, idiot, doesn’t..hugh, report to the police..?”

With his arm once wrapped around you, the gangster takes your limp wrist to his collar, bringing it to hold his loose tie. He makes you drag him closer, guiding your slow and frowning lips in his one-sided makeout session.

“Not’ma fault, making your life so much better now.. N’now, you’re mine.” He grins, a stupid little grin from the alcohol and delusion swarming his head as he consumes you, fingers coming to fiddle with your cotton T-shirt as he draws lines down your chest. “My sweet sunshine, all mine, forever n’ ever.”

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