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PLS MAKE A WHOLE SERIES ABOUT PAPA MIGUEL 😭😭😭😭😭 MY BABY. *plays mitski’s i bet on loosing dogs.*
*sighs* fine ig, HERE TAKE THIS 😡🫵💖
but only bc i have daddy issues and this is therapeutic
dad!miguel for my lovely anonnie~
hope you enjoy! <3
miguel on his daughter's bday
genre - fluffy fluff fluffy
You lift your head up at the sound of the front door clicking open. Slowly lifting yourself off the bed, you move carefully not to bother the small figure next to you. You tiptoe out of the faint purple room, barely shutting the door on your way out. Standing at the top of the stairs you hear metal keys hit the key stand near the door as your husband shuts it with his foot. He balances three giant boxes with fluffy pink bows and ribbons hanging onto the pretty glittering wrapping paper. Miguel sees you staring at him and smiles goofily.
"Little help, baby?" He breathes out, motioning towards the boxes in his tired yet muscular arms. You laugh, rushing down the stairs and grabbing the top box from him. The both of you walk to the living room, plopping the boxes in front of the fireplace. He lets out a deep sigh, putting his hands on his hips and eyeing the boxes.
"Hobie should be here in a bit with the others." He adds, breathing heavily.
"Oh, the others are coming?" You ask, excited to hear your friends would be here to celebrate with your small family.
“No…I meant the other boxes." Miguel furrow his eyebrows, briefly looking up at you from his phone.
“How many more gifts are you gonna buy her, Mig? You already got her $500 worth of toys last week!" You ask, crossing your arms, sitting on the arm of the sofa.
"Ah that doesn’t matter, she’s turning 3, esto es importante!" He defends, walking over to you, taking your hands in his. You look up at him, seeing his eyes light up at the thought of her waking up to even more toys than before. He lets go of your hands, using them to hold your face as he leans down, kissing your lips, soft and slow. Your hands automatically move to rest on his waist, feeling him relax as his lips repeatedly wrap around yours. He pulls away, locking eyes with you as he brushes his thumb over your cheekbone, admiring you, and the resemblance you shared with your daughter. Everyone claimed your daughter resembled Miguel more than you, but he knew better than anyone that she had your eyes. After all, he'd gotten lost in them years ago.
The floorboards of the house quietly creaked above you. Miguel gasped, quickly wriggling out of your grasp and jogging to the bottom of the stairs. He saw his favorite girl wrapped in a bright blue blanket standing at the top of the stairs. Her hair was a dark curly mess, just like her dad's when he'd forget to style it.
"My baby! Come here, birthday girl!" Miguel squealed, making grabby hands towards her as she slowly trudged down the stairs, one at time. Once she was in arm's reach, Miguel scooped her up, wrapping the soft blanket around her, walking towards you.
"Look who's awaaaake!" He said in a sing-song tone, swaying side to side as she rubbed her eyes with a lazy smile.
“Ahhh my girl is getting so big, how old are you today, baby?!" Miguel excitedly asked, bouncing her in his arms, before giving her a sloppy kiss on the cheek. She stopped rubbing her eyes to hold out 3 fingers towards you with a big smile, her eyes puffy from sleeping in. You walk over to them, holding her small hand in yours, kissing her other cheek. Miguel watched her giggle as you planted firm, squishy kisses across her cheek and forehead.
She looks past you and sees more boxes, her eyes lighting up as she beings begging to be let down. Miguel sets her down and she immediately runs towards the boxes, slapping the top loudly, asking him to open it. He laughs, walking towards the box, crouching down to open it.
"Baby, c'mere, let's get you freshened up while papi opens your boxes okay?" You hold your hand out for your daughter to grab, and she trots back to you. She stands on the stool in the bathroom as you brush her hair into two high ponytails.
"Mama?" She asks looking at you in the mirror, rubbing soap between her palms.
"Hmm?" You respond, reaching for another hair tie on the counter.
"Can we tell daddy our secret today?" She asks whispering, with a smile as she turns the sink on to rinse the soap off.
You smirk at her in the mirror, and she giggles loudly. You hold your finger to your lips, shushing her quietly. Reaching down, you open the drawer and hand her the secret.
You both return to Miguel sitting on the living room floor with pink paper all around him, reading instructions on the doll house set he bought.
Your daughter runs over to Miguel with a familiar stick in her hand. She hands it to Miguel, who takes it without looking at it and sets it aside, too busily reading the instructions.
"You know, this is harder than it looks, these building instructions make no sen-" His eyes dart to your daughter's hands holding the stick with a plus sign. Her goofy smile turns to you, and you place a hand on your belly softly at Miguel’s shocked expression. His mouth hangs open.
"Are you—“ Was all he got to say before you nodded. He jumped up, grabbing your daughter in one arm and running to you, engulfing the two girls that made up his entire world, in his arms.
♡ uh-huh ♡
thinking about pussy drunk!miguel who agrees to everything you say as long as you keep fucking him like that<33
WARNINGS : NSFW 18+ ONLY, SPOILERS? i guess?, NO use of y/n f!reader, rough unprotected sex, riding, swearing, ooc!miguel probably, messy & lazy writing you already know:)), not proofread
a/n : it's been a LOOONG time since I wrote smut so please keep in mind that it's gonna be trash LMFAO (also i know i have a ton of requests in my inbox but i couldn't help myself with this man, this just came to me)
English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any misspells, errors or grammatically incorrect sentences.
banner credit : @cafekitsune
“Miguel, are you even listening to me?” you pout down at him, the rolling of your hips never stopping.
“Shit-not particularly no.” he hisses when he feels you squeeze around him, and you run your hands up and down his chest as you tilt your head. “Miles has a point y'know. Maybe you should hear him out.”
Miguel is so lost at the feel of your pussy that he can hardly hear anything beside the sound of skin meeting skin, and his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He can barely keep his eyes open, but he forces himself just to watch your pretty cunt swallow up his cock greedily, his mouth open and brows furrowed prettily.
“Miguel!” you whine out both in exasperation and pleasure, and he groans out your own name lowly, raising his hips to meet the rolls of your own. “Just like that, bebita, s'fucking good f'r me..”
“You're still-fuck- not listening…” you moan, grinding down at him, feeling tears gather in your eyes when you see Miguel lick the pad of his thumb, eyes hooded and so fucking dumb, just to bring his hand to your clit and rub figure eights messily.
“How can I? Pussy's squeezing me so well- mierda.. y're killin' me,” he clamps a hand on your hip to help guide you against his cock, his other messing up his hair as he runs it through his damp locks, sweat running down his eyebrow.
He lets out the prettiest moan when he looks up at you, having half the mind to bend you over and rail you till he's given you everything. You, with your perfect tits bouncing with each roll and grind of your hips, paired with that teasing smile of yours, is enough to make a grown man cry.
“Gimme a kiss,” he utters, and you grin as you lower yourself, your tits getting squished against his chest. He grabs the side of your head, your breathing mixing together as you come impossibly close. Just as your lips are about to touch, you pull back the slightest bit and his eyebrows give the slightest twitch.
“Are you gonna give Miles a chance?” he groans and pushes his head away childishly, “Can you please not talk about that kid when we're fucking? Jesus.”
You slow the rolls of your hips, before coming to a full stop, your shoulders shaking as you laugh against his neck. “I didn’t hear a no..” you raise your head to catch his gaze, to find that he’s purposefully not meeting your gaze, jaw locked stubbornly.
“No. Now can we please go back to you riding me? That’d be great.”
“Well, you’re not listening to me, so why should I?”
“Are you serious? We really gonna do this? Now?”
You shrug, clamping down on him suddenly, and he sputters, cock pulsing appreciatively. “That’s not fair.” he grits his teeth.
“What’s not fair is wanting to save your loved ones but being told no by some ridiculous universal rule that-mmf” your rambling gets cut off as Miguel kisses you hard, thrusting up at you hard. His tongue muffles your moans as he continues pistoning his cock in and out of your pussy, keeping you in place with a hand on your ass.
“You know why I can’t, bebita, don’t make me do this..” he hisses out, trying to concentrate on fucking you till you forget all about that stupid kid.
“What if- oh fffuck,” you moan, eyes rolling back as he keeps hitting that one spot deep inside your pussy, “What if it was me?” your question seems to catch him off guard as he halts all movements “What?”
Miguel knew the consequences of his actions, and he’d learned them the hard way. He wasn’t heartless, he knew what that kid was going through was hard, and it was about to become a lot worse. You asking him to put you in that situation, even if it was imaginary, made his mind short-circuit. He couldn’t lose you, ever. But he also knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. This was bigger than you and him. The whole multiverse as you know it would be at stake. But he’d find a way. He’d find a way for you. If there was a way, then maybe… he could try to hear Miles out. (he hated himself for even admitting that inside his head)
“Wouldn’t you try to save me baby?” with his concentration slipping, you got the chance to take back full control, as you started bouncing on his cock in a bruising pace, “Save this pussy?” the whimper Miguel let out was a good enough answer, but you were greedy. “Huh, baby?”
“Uh-huh, yeah.. ffuck yes, would turn the whole world upside down f’r you…. Please, Oh fuck please, just keep fuckin’ me like that…” the sounds coming out of him turned feral- and he didn’t even realize you positioned his hands over your tits, till he squeezed the supple flesh in his hands and moaned, the muscles in his arms flexing violently.
“Yeah? Not gonna let me go, baby?” you laugh giddily, leaning back to support yourself with your hands on his thick thighs, circling your hips as he’d balls deep inside you.
His hands slide around your back when he sits up suddenly, and you gasp, clawing at his shoulders for support, and he snarls “Never.”
The pace you both set has both of you panting and moaning uncontrollably, with you grinding your hips down to meet his each time he thrusts up, his fat balls slapping your ass every single time.
“Who knows,” you feel Miguel utter against your hair, “maybe I’d let the whole fuckin’ universe collapse for you, cariño..” A shiver runs down your spine and you throw your head back and moan. He chuckles breathlessly, groaning when he feels you clamp around him impossibly tight. “Shit, that’s bad, huh? Maybe I should change careers-fuck,”
“Are you gonna come, baby? Cause ‘m coming for you, gonna fill you up so well,”
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cw. suggestive, gn!reader, miguel being protective (?), ass grabbing, exhibitionism, alcohol consumption, does this count as public indecency? *not proofread, just pure brainrot
[@waltzthegenderfluidpan is at fault here /j] I wrote this in one sitting, I think im losing it
art is from yeagersatorubae on twt!!
miguel is so easily the "wear what you want, I can fight." type bf and im so here for it
he's keeping a hand on your waist, hips or ass as he walks with you
he uses his surroundings to his advantage to touch you
the view of his hands groping your ass blocked by the table
and the fact that he has you perched so prettily in his lap
he's so handsy
literally has to be touching you all the time
ex. an arm over your shoulders, waist or just resting a hand on your ass
loves to just grope and fondle your ass and thighs when you sit in his lap
literally doesn't care that each time he squeezes your thigh, his hand moves up higher
loves keeping a neutral face as if you aren't squirming in his lap
takes a swig of his drink as if he isn't torturing you with his touches
✁‧₊˚𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 (𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐩, 𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐩)
— 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧
Curious about how you would look in your own spider suit, you decided to buy one and show it off to your boyfriend. You had anticipated that Hobie would find it cute, but not in the way where he feels the urge to fuck you!
✯ Genre: Smut
✯ Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader
✯ Includes: Very vivid descriptions of sexual fantasies and acts, clothing cutting, a very horny Hobie, teasing, fucking partly clothed, praise kink, breeding kink (he does not actually want you to be pregnant, the idea just turns him on), Hobie likes to switch positions because he does not believe in consistency 🤭
EDITTED AND REUPLOADED (previously named ‘form fitting, dxck rising’)
"-And I was just thinking I really wanted to know what it feels like, so I bought it from the store and- Hobie are you even listening?"
It is clear that he is not.
Ever since you had entered the room with your new outfit, Hobie could not keep his eyes off your body. Not a single word you have rambled about entered his ears, as his head is filled with vivid fantasies of you.
He imagines your pair of lovely cherries, bared from a cut hole in your suit, mushed around and sliding his standing erection. You weeping as you bounced on his cock, pussy visible from a hole that he cut out, and tits jiggling through that skin tight suit.
(Fuck, he soon realizes, he probably obtained a suit or suit-destruction kink somehow, if that is even a thing.)
Hands in his pockets, Hobie decides that it is time to put an end to his painful strain in the pants, and stands up from the living room couch to stride towards you.
Once in front of you , he opens his mouth. Closes it again with a knowing smile. Then opens it again.
"Let's fuck."
When he is met with confused silence, Hobie smiles again and pulls your wrists gently.
"Come on." He leads you to the bedroom.
Hobie sits on the bed and drags you onto his lap.
He webs a pair of scissors and your eyes open wide in shock as he cuts around the fabric on top of your chest.
"I've been staring at your tits the whole time," he explained, "They are so pretty, couldn't take my eyes off them."
After an oval hole has been made snugly around your breasts, Hobie motions you to present your hips towards him. You nod and kneels onto the bed, jutting your hips high for the taking.
He carefully cuts a hole on top of your moist cunt, being sure not to do any damage to your soft skin.
Once it's all done, the scissors are threw away and Hobie sticks two fingers right into you.
You gasp.
"Fuck, already so tight for me are you?" He taunts.
Tears of pleasure forms in your eyes as his fingers start to move in and out immediately, not giving you any time to react.
"Mmf~” you whimper through the sheets.
You can feel yourself growing wetter as the he continue, if that is even possible.
However your fulfillness is short-lived as he suddenly withdrawn his fingers. Shocked and disappointed at the sudden emptiness, you swooshed your head back and looked at him with teary disbelief.
Hobie smirks smugly and walks backwards until he reached the couch. As he sits down, he pats his lap and motions you to go there.
You sniff again before slowly getting up.
Your stand is unsteady, and your steps are heavy as you feel like you could fall at any moment.
Hobie watches with interest as you struggled to make your way towards him. A smile, almost proud-looking, lingering on his lips.
Once you finally reached the destination, you spread your legs and slide onto his thighs.
He immediately places his hands onto your legs and you jolt at the feeling of his calloused palms.
Hobie unbuckles his jeans and slide them down to reveal his standing erection.
Using one hand to stroke your cheek, he places the other onto your hips and guides you towards him.
"Sit on it.”
You look at him unsurely, but when he motions it again, you gradually start to position your hips above his cock.
You gasp when you feel your clit touches his tip, the sensation shaking you to the core.
You let out a slow breath as you begin to slowly sink down. You feel as if your bottom will be ripped from his sheer size and you look up to him, begging for help. You can't do this just by yourself.
But Hobie seems to be oblivious of your struggles, eyes closed in ecstasy, head tilted back as ragged sighs escaped from his lips. Only when he felt your movement stop completely did he begin to slowly push you down by himself.
Once your ass is sat onto his lap, he opens his eyes.
"Hmm, so desperate for my help aren't you?" He murmured teasingly.
You whine in return. You feel so full, so completed with him thrusted all the way into you.
Hobie stands and hoists your hips up in one smooth motion and begin walking towards the bed. You let out a small scream and clings onto him desperately.
Hobie lays you gently onto the sheets before climbing on himself. Kneeled on both sides of your legs and elbows framed around your face, he begins to rut into you in a fast pace.
Your breath quickens and you hold onto his sleeves tightly.
"Gonna cum soon." he gasped, his breaths short, "Gonna cum, and put a baby into you.”
You look up to him in surprise and blushes. Hobie smiles at your reaction and strokes the edges of your face.
"You liked that didn't you?" He asks quietly, "Such a dirty girl.”
You vision drops and you scream as the both of you reached your highs.
You clench your fist into his sleeves and pull him close, feeling his heavy breaths on your neck.
Seconds later, Hobie pulls away and swings in a towel.
He daps your face and body, then does the same to his own, then the bed and couch. As Hobie threw the towel into the laundry bin you begin to sit up.
You examine yourself: Your newly-bought suit, now filthy, torn with holes, and filled with sweat and the smell of sex.
It's ruined completely.
Hobie watches your look of disappointment carefully, and pulls you into his arms.
"Don't worry, I already made a suit for you long time ago. A proper one"
You open your eyes wide and turn and look at him questioningly.
"It's a part of your birthday surprise. I thought it will be necessary for your protection in the future."
Still in a trance, you continue to stare.
"If you still want those store-bought suits though, I can get you another one of those-"
You stuff your face into his chest. Hobie smiles and hugs you close.
"I love you," you tell him quietly.
He chuckles.
"I love you too darling. Now come on, let's get you all cleaned up."
Buying a Tamogatchi for yourself and you need bakugo to watch it for you and he gets super attached to it
Omg STOP because I’m so obsessed with this idea.
Starts tweeting about his exploits with your shitty tamagotchi
New tweet from Dynamight: “Why is it always hungry?”
New tweet from Dynamight: “Why does it poop so much when I don’t even fucking feed it”
New tweet from you: “Baby you promised you were feeding him >:((”
And the internet is now obsessed with your newfound child🥺😂 fans tweet him back with hints and tips on how to look after it, or photos of their own little pets.
His sidekicks coming into his office to see him hunched in his chair with a scowl on his face, pressing away at the little buttons. The toy looks ridiculous in his massive hands but he makes absolutely no attempt to hide it as they try to ask him about patrols or their latest mission report.
It goes off in meetings and the room falls silent as Bakugou pulls it out of his slacks pocket. His PR team trying to get him to put it down and pay attention but he’s just like “yeah, yeah. Gotta feed this little shit real quick or I’ll never hear the end of it from the missus.”
And when you get home from work you lean over the couch to kiss Bakugou in greeting as you try to take your Tamogotchi out of his hands and he’s immediately holding it away from you with a pout, “We spent the day together you can’t just take him.”
“Katsuki, I bought him.”
“Oh, so you only care about him when it’s convenient for you, huh?”
And now you’re rolling your eyes as your grown boyfriend sits there clutching your tiny little Tamagotchi in his hands.
Your final straw is when he’s balls deep and the tamagotchi starts to beep, he has the audacity to pull out— his hard dick swaying as he waddles over to feed the demanding toy. Even though you’re telling him he better come back right now.
(He won’t ever admit he killed your first pet because he “forgot” to feed him.)
TWST Incorrect quotes#550 Hot as FUCK
You see Vil promote Epel's town and farm in his account when he heard how little is known about it
Yuu, smiling: You’re just adorable when you’re nice, you know that?
Vil: Well, what am I when I’m not being nice, my pretty one?
Yuu: Hot as fuck
Vil:...
-Next Class-
Yuu*With Lovesick grin and giggles face COVERED in lipstick marks*Hehe~
Vil*Sitting next to them and reapplying his new coat with a smile*
He’s Not Actually That Cool - Hobie Brown x Black!Reader
Based off of this post
Imagine Hobie, the undeniably coolest person in the Spider Society, is a virgin nerd with a big dick
Tags: Hobie is a pathetic virgin loser, 18+, a lil smut, Oral (m receiving)
"How are you even cooler under your mask?"
"I was this cool the whole time."
A scoff behind the both of them. It's you shaking your head in your mask.
Hobie smirks at you. "Something funny there, love?" You don't say anything, just pretending you don't hear him and looking away innocently.
Hobie was the reason you were a part of the Spider Society. He and Miguel had captured the anomaly in your own universe with your help, of course. You knew Hobie had immediately took a liking to you what with the way he stared at you through his mask when he first laid eyes on you, frozen in place, color palette pink.
You liked him the moment he ripped his mask off when it was all said and done. He looked real good with his wicks, his sharp facial structure, wide-set nose and even larger lips. You actually believed him when he said he was briefly a runway model, emphasis on the briefly.
He invited you to join them and pulled you into the portal before Miguel could even say anything. You two have been inseparable ever since.
As you met more people, they all told you of their opinion of the man who seemed to be your best friend. Everyone says the same thing, that he's effortlessly cool and it makes him a little obnoxious. It always made you tilt your head.
You've seen the anime action figures in his room ranging anywhere from Naruto to Tokyo Ghoul.
"Oi, don't touch my things. You're the only person I trust to let in here, don't ruin it."
He's talked your ear off about the intricate lore of FNAF (he HATES MatPat btw)
You've groaned at how many times you've heard the name 'Afton' leave his mouth.
"So the place shut down again after the victim lost their entire frontal lobe"
"And that's the bite of '83, right?"
"No, that's the bite of '87. Thought I told you about '83?"
He probably did but he talked about it so damn much that you forgot. "It's cool, I'll tell you. So the bite of '83..."
This man is a fucking nerd but the BIGGEST misconception everyone has is that he's probably great at sex.
He has a reputation of "running through" everyone who wants him at the society...and yet no one has actually done anything with him. Everyone whispers about it, but no one has ever come out and admitted to having sex with him.
He's without a doubt your closest friend, so you asked him about it while you were chilling at his, watching him strum his guitar.
"So I heard you been running through the Spider Society like a tomb raider."
He cackled, "Yeah, that's what they all believe, innit?"
"It's not true?"
He shook his head. "I haven't got bottle, luv. Don't know what the bloody hell I'm doing."
"Oh really?"
He stopped strumming to look up at you, his smirk falling upon seeing your sultry and mischievous face. He grew a bit nervous, but was more excited if anything.
"What's that look about?"
"Would you like someone to teach you?"
He dropped his pick from how badly he was shaking. Hobie gulped and slowly nodded his head. You walked over to him and slowly lifted his guitar off his body, then pushing him back into the couch and sitting on top of him.
That's how this current make-out session started with you doing most of the work, taking off yours and his clothes feverously.
Hobie just sat back and let you do whatever you wanted. He especially loved watching you strip down to your underwear, blood shooting to his dick as soon as he watched your breasts bounce out of your shirt. He watched you pull your panties off of you leaving you completely naked and him only in his boxers.
He shifted in the couch to relieve some tension. You giggled at his starstruck face.
"You good?" You asked him. He nodded. "Do you need me to pull it out for you?" He nodded again.
You laughed, but was quickly shut up by his long, curved shaft slapping back onto his stomach. His underwear did him no justice, nothing could have prepared you for this.
He shyly looked away and bit his lip, not wanting to admit that he liked the way you gazed at it. It fueled his ego, but he didn't know how to tell you without stuttering.
He was actually shaking pretty bad, and it worried you. "Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah...I just..." he gulped and looked back down, his dick jumping upon looking into your eyes. Just like his, yours were a deep brown. Your eyes were furrowed in concern, and your full lips were parted. His breathing got deeper.
"You really want to have sex? With me?"
You deadpanned him, then leaned your head down to his base. Hobie gasped when you stuck your tongue out and licked all the way to his tips. Your played with it for a couple seconds, leaving him a shuddering mess. His precum leaked from it and you licked it all up reveling in the salty taste.
"O-oh..." he moaned when you grasped it gently and began to pump. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, so glad that he didn't have to imagine it was your hand beating his dick. He humped into it a little, and he looked so sexy crunching his abs that you couldn't help but to enclose your mouth over him.
"Oh, fuck," he exclaimed. He threw his head back up and gazed upon your form. You were giving him the sloppiest top he had ever seen, (he only watched BJ and missionary porn and you were much better than those girls)
God, he couldn't wait to get you under him and hump into you like's he's thought about for so long. He's used his hand, his pillow, he even looked up how to make his own flesh light because he would never be able to hide a real one from you. It was gross but fuck, how else was he supposed to get his rocks off? If he didn't do any of those things, he would have no control around you.
"Fuck, babe. Please keep going~" Hobie was drooling - actually drooling - out the side of his mouth. He panted and clenched his hands. You had to reach out and move them to your hair.
The poor thing panicked, he had no idea what you wanted him to do. He gently pet your small afro, more concerned that he was close to cumming down your throat.
You stopped and popped him out of your mouth, laughing a little at how cute he was.
You didn't notice how stressed he looked, him sitting up a little more in the chair. "Ngh, wait, no-" he whispered.
His dick bounces with each spray of his cum with him letting out a string of moans and curses as it lands on his stomach and chest. "Ffff...uh...uck..."
"Oh, I'm so sorry," you say, watching his fucked-out face. His head bounces with each deep breath he took.
"Why...did you...stop?" he asked in between pants.
"Why did you pat my head?" you asked, standing up, begrudgingly putting your clothes back on despite the ache between your legs.
"What was I supposed to do?" Hobie stares at your ass lustfully, feeling the blood rush back into his dick from how it moved.
"You were supposed to grab my hair and choke me with your dick, baby."
He gulps not being able to take his eyes off of you. "Oh."
You turned after putting your panties back on and froze. His dick was standing straight up again, the head glistening with thick white liquid. He stared at you embarrassingly, hoping that you would just come back over and kiss it.
"You could have said something before I started putting my shit back on."
"Sorry," he said, not being able to contain his excitement when you walked back over to him. His smile went away when you instead hovered yourself over his lap. His cum was still on his stomach and his dick. "W-Wait-"
"Yeah?" You whispered sensually, grabbing him again and pulling your panties to the side to line him up with you.
"I'm still-, I still have-, Is this okay?"
"I'm on the pill."
He starts getting nervous again, but he doesn't know why.
"You scared?" She asks.
He looks at her and rests his hand on her hip. "I don't want to hurt you. Or make you uncomfortable."
You giggled again. "I promise you I'll be fine."
"But, I still got my cum on me, babe."
"I know." She leans over to his ear and licks it. He shivers. "Isn't that so nasty?"
Hobie moaned as you begin to sink yourself onto him. You moan too, Hobie splitting you like you never imagined.
"You really want to shag a virgin?" He finally asked her, his voice wavering.
She rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration. "Virginity is a social construct. Don't be ashamed. Now shut the fuck up."
Definitely making a part 2
Masterlist
Sir crocodile♡
Headcanons || Fem reader
Sfw//Nsfw
-Crocodile is to 100% a ass guy.
-He also like breasts of course. And he does not care about their size. He like big boobs but he also enjoys smaller boobs. As i said he is more the ass guy so.
-He likes short woman. He is a dominant man and he likes control. He also got a size kink.
-THICK THIGHS! THIS MAN LOVES WOMAN WITH THIGHS! He will use them as anti stress ball. If you sit next to him he will squeez your thighs. If you two have sex he will squeez them. HE LOVES IT.
-Crocodile likes it when his girl is a little naive and goofy. When she is cheerful and full of energy. Because she is the opposite of him and somehow he loves it. Crocodile will always act like he is annoyed because of that but if he is sure she don't sees his face anymore a small smile pops up on his face.
-He likes it if his girlfriend is smart. Doesn't matter if math, science, art, politics, history etc. If she have some knowledge in a topic like this he will love to talk about it with his gf. He loves to learn new things from his gf.
-Idk why but i feel like Crocodile loves woman with short hair. He likes both tho. But for some reson i have the feeling that he likes short hair. Because i have short hair and i say so. :)
-In my head this man is tolerant! He is not sexsist at all he respects woman. I mean he had so much woman in his organization. He doesn't see them as 'weaker gender'. He is also not homophobic or transphopic. (Still belive he is trans tho) i mean... Mr 2! And he does have some conection to Ivankov. Just saying.
-He doesn't care about your race!
-If his gf got mentaly illness in any way or any condition he gives his best to help her. And comfort you.
-After a long long time he started to trust his gf. He is not the one that trusts people so easily.
-He will probably call his gf Darling, Sweetheart, Love, Honey, Doll or stuff like Little one (because he is so much taller)
-He loves cuddles. After a long and stressful day he loves it to just lie in his bed with his gf and enjoy how close she is to him. He loves her touch and the way she plays with his hair or the way she just lies on his chest. He is always the big spoon.
-He likes being the domainant one in the relationship and in bed. He loves looking down to his short lover. He loves the way she looks when he fills her up. He loves it when he can press you down while he teases you rough.
-He also likes soft sex. It always depents on the mood of his lover. If she doesn't feel like it to be rough he won't. He also loved it when it's soft and calm while they hold echother very close. And he will always moan softly in her ear how much he enjoys this.
-He always listens to his gf if she uses their save word he will stop and comfort her.
-He is soft when he is alone with his girlfriend. But he can be cold and distand when others around. He will always keep an eye on you tho.
I hope you enjoyed it. My gramatics aren't the best but i tried. :) If you want more i'm here. >_<
i should fucking go to sleep but hear me out don't you guys love when Luffy just
we love his angry/serious/protective mode
he's my boyfriend y'all, just for your information🥰
MC: *holding a demon baby*
WHB Leviathan: ...
WHB Leviathan: *glares* Whose demon is that?
MC: It's not mine, geez. I was just told to babysit.
WHB Leviathan: ...
WHB Leviathan: What do you even know about taking care of children?
MC: I used to babysit my cousins when they were little.
MC: This is easy-peasy.
MC: Right, my little ball of sunshine~?
The demon baby: *giggles*
WHB Leviathan: ...
Foras: His Majesty Leviathan wishes to impregnate you.
MC: What the— WHY?!!
Foras: *clears throat* For you to not hold another baby again, which is not his.
MC: ...
MC: I'm not ready for this shit. I'm leaving.
Foras: The exits have been blocked.
MC: ...
I love it when he goes :y
part 1 (you are here!) | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5
my favourite fruit basket < 3
vox going :y
part 1 | part 2
That one scene in wan where Mori dramatically opens the doors and leaves the room. I love him.
Incredible news my annual Life Series hyperfixation is threatening to return in full force
Bad news, I have to somehow keep it down until my exams are over.
Just wanted to try and properly do some different designs for the different series, might do others at some point, who knows
Incredible news my annual Life Series hyperfixation is threatening to return in full force
Bad news, I have to somehow keep it down until my exams are over.
Just wanted to try and properly do some different designs for the different series, might do others at some point, who knows
#18 - When You See The Love of Your Life Across The Room(TM)
A little curiosity, something I noticed instantly about Shelldon when I was watching the episode of his debut, is that I couldn't help but feel something familiar in him, as someone who grew up with tmnt 2012 (in its Latin Spanish dub), I couldn't help but feel excited when I noticed that it was the same voice as mikey12, especially when I felt an enormous nostalgia in hearing him say GO NINJA GO! (it happened in the episode "follow the leader" episode 2), so I took on the task of investigating the dubbing to be sure that it was Ricardo Bautista, what surprised me even more was seeing that in his original language, Greg Copies (mikey12) also gave voice to Shelldon, this was a huge crazy coincidence for me, since as I mentioned before both played Mikey12.
I couldn't help but give myself the task of making a drawing merging Mikey12 with Shelldon, I'm so happy with the final result 🤧🧡
Back for one of my fav's b-day!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAN <3
I wanna make some babies
I wanna get it up
they didnt put us in the same game because we would be unstoppable
