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died and loved

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𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎' 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

• 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 .ᐟ 𝟏𝟖+ .ᐟ

- college AU, a little stalker/hacker Mig :3, best friends to lovers, 18+, unprotected sex, manhandling, degradation, language, talks about porn, size kink

Not proof read I’m lazy rn….

Miguel had a tendency to snoop, it was just in his DNA. Especially when he realized the late night studying and friendly chats were making him see you in a different light.

He knew it could be bad and ruin your whole entire friendship with his selfish need to be more than friends but that never stopped him from catching onto things you liked.

How wasn’t he supposed to imagine ruining a pretty little thing like you? He towered over you and he knew it would be more than easy to toss you around and mold you in his hands.

He always went out of his way for you, you were his best friend after all so why wouldn’t he want to make sure you enjoyed being with him?

That smells good, next thing you know Miguel had himself a brand new cologne. He knew it was desperate to say the least, changing himself for you to see him in a different perspective.

That's why the day he came over one night and noticed your computer out on the kitchen counter he couldn’t help but take a peek. After all, you are his best friend.

He scrolled through your tabs, his expertise with computers coming in handy when the big input password button popped up on your screen while he tried to look through your history.

He watched the door to the restroom, his shoulders going stiff he heard you yell from inside “I’m gonna take a shower real quick I’ll be out in a few”

Everything was falling perfectly into place. Was this a sign that he should keep going? Gosh he knew it was wrong snooping through your history but it was served to him on a silver platter. How couldn’t he??

He replied with a yeah and went back to your computer. A smile curling on his lips as he managed to get past the password block.

A bunch of useless links, books, school, school. Ugh. He scrolled with a bored look until he saw something he didn’t expect.

Twitter? He perked up at the link name and clicked. His cheeks went red at the screen in front of him, plastered in the screen was full on porn. The video of a man twice the size of his lover, fucking her onto his bed like a mad man. It was rough, animalistic, and yet so intimate.

He scrolled through the links, another, and another. He watched hypnotized as he picked up the patterns, was it a coincidence?

You seemed to have a lot of videos with men who have obvious size differences, dark brown hair, honey tan skin, broad buff builds. All very similar to him.

The days after that night he was obsessed with seeing what other coincidences he could find. It wasn’t difficult to log into your account so why wouldn’t he just have another quick skim?

He could see your Twitter through his phone, his fingers scrolling through your saves. I love when men wear grey sweats, such sluts he read on one of your bookmarks.

The next day Miguel confidently walked into your apartment for movie night, your weekly rituals. Your mouth almost went dry when Miguel walked in with grey sweats and a tight black gym shirt on.

Your eyes darted off of him in seconds but the way your eyes widened didn’t go unnoticed by Miguel. He told himself he wanted feasible conformation, he needed undoubted proof that he wasn’t making this up.

And oh did he get proof.

He felt like this was a dream, he thought he was the one who would surprise you but oh he was wrong. You were a needy little thing and he was hypnotized. He watched you in admiration as your hands rested on his chest, riding him like a goddamn stallion.

Miguel really didn’t know how it got to this, he felt like he was in a different reality. He blinked up at you dumbly as he grounded himself back into reality, his hands touching and squeezing you just to make sure this was all real.

“Fe- feels so good” you gasped, his conformation that it was all real.

Miguel moaned in bliss as his hand slipped behind your lower back, giving him enough room to flip you onto your back. “All those videos saved on your Twitter, pft. You’ve got me now, I’ll fuck you in a head lock if you want it bunny. Jus’ like those filthy fucking videos you watch. Only difference is you won’t have to fake an orgasm” he seethed as he fucked his length deep into your tummy.

“Yes yesss yes” you hummed as he spread your legs wide, his behemoth body hovering over you felt like a shield protecting you from everything other than this moment. Neither of you had a thought other than each other, the stretch of you cunt making him dizzy and the way he broke you in had you drooling.

Your eyes were rolled back into your head as he manhandled you to your side, his hand reaching to lift your leg up to his side. The new position making you let out a pitiful whimper as he nudge at your gummy cervix.

It was so much. He was pounding you into the couch with such force that it was almost screeching across the wood floor. “I l- love it love it soo” you cooed.

“Lo sé mami, ya lo sé. Te gustan los hombres que son groseros contigo? Los hombres que te cojean sin respecto” he seethed. You nodded dumbly at his words, your cunt fluttering around him at the cruel tone he spoke in.

Miguel couldn’t believe he’s got his own little porn star now since you had all those damn videos saved, he’d make sure you deleted that damn app.

You wouldn’t need to get off on anything other than him.

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cosmicblogs · 4 days

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love love

hiii

can i request a smut where steven gets jealous of marc and he tries to be dominant with the reader but while he was being rough she calls him daddy by accident and then steven goes insane and he overstims her just to hear her say it again 😋

I yearn for Steven Grant. I know he's a FREAKK and would always be so touched starved that he takes absolutely anything you give him <3

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 • 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

- 18+, unprotected sex!, creampie, teasing, daddy kink, slight breeding kink, jealousy, pet names, soft som Steven Grant!

Sorry for not posting recently I’ve been busy with mid-terms 😔💔

Steven will and always be a jealous lover. He hates the way Marc and Jake tease him about you due to the fact that you’re usually more dominant with Steven out of all of them.

Don’t worry Steven even if you tried she’d be yellin’ my name echoed in Steven’s head, mark as an ass and Steven was dedicated to showing both of them he could make you just as messy and submissive for him as you are for them.

It didn’t come to a surprise when Steven asked if he could try being in control, you would get hints of it here and there. But today, he didn’t want you doing any of the work.

You were sprawled on your back, legs spread to his sides as Steven rubbed himself through your messy slick folds, one hand holding your leg open and the other tease fucking your folds with his cock.

“Come on lovie, look at me” he pouted mockingly as you squeezed your eyes shut and whined at the teasing. You opened your eyes to the sight of Steven’s hooded eyes watching you intensely, his body glowing in the soft light being emitted through his dim lamp.

“That’s it bunny, jus’ keep looking at me” he smiled as he slid into your slick cunt. You mewled as he buried himself deep inside you, burning each vein and curve of his cock into your memory. “Remember the code word?” Steven hummed as he leaned towards your ear, his hands now running up your thighs and massaging your hips as he fucked you slowly.

You felt like your heart was beating out of your chest at Steven’s movements, so calculated and precise. “Uh huh, cherry” you moaned proving you remembered the safe word. His pace began to pick up “good girl” he smiled as he pulled his hips back and slammed into you brutally.

Steven knocked the wind out of you with each thrust, your eyes rolling back into your skull as his thumb rubbed soft circles onto your swollen bud. Steven was a man out of control as your pretty moans grew louder and louder.

His name spilling from your lips as he fucked you like he’s been dreaming of. “You like that huh? Look at you lovie, drooling and everything” he chuckled as your back arched at his pace.

“S- st- ohhh my go- ah!” You mewled as he rubbed your sensitive clit at the perfect rhythm with his thrusts. Steven almost choked on his spit as your walls squeezed around him, the mear sight of you going dumb almost making him cum.

This was the fastest you’d came with anyone and Steven knew it. He just broke a record for the both of you.

You were clawing at Steven’s back as he drilled you onto the sheets, your vision going blurry and thoughts going blank as he sucked onto your neck.

“O- feels so go- so good daddy” you gasped as Steven’s pubic bone rubbed against your clit.

The sound that came out of Steven’s voice was filthy, a gruntled moan spilling from his lips as your voice echoed in his head. “Yeah?” He seethed as he shifted himself up and wrapped a hand around your throat “fu- yea- daddy” you mewled as Steven’s hips rammed into you harder.

Your slick as all over the sheets, bed creaking as a warning of how rough he was fucking you. The noise complaints were the least of your worries as Steven continuously knocked at the spongy spot deep inside you.

“You like daddy fucking you don’t you love” Steven moaned as you nodded dumbly. He smiled at the way you mewled at his words “yes yes yes, love you so- so fucking much” you cried.

And with that Steven’s thick white ropes of cum painted your walls as a loud moan spilled from his lips. His orgasm hitting him hard enough to have him shaking above you.

Your nails clawed down his back as he let himself spill out of your puffy cunt. The moan Steven let out was pornographic as he pulled out, his eyes watching your cunt gush his sticky cum.

“Now that’s it doll, all lush and pretty” he cooed as he leaned into your lips and gently kissed you. Both of you know this wouldn’t be the last round tonight and neither of you have anything against it.

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cosmicblogs · 5 days

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love juliet from lolipop chainsaw

#lolipop chainsaw

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cosmicblogs · 6 days

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Mirrors (Part 2)

+18 Content. Part 2 of 2, 2nd person POV.

Author: me, so-easy-to-love-me

Characters: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, female reader (no ethnicity or bodytype mentioned)

Genre: Just smut for the hell of it, some feels because Oscar Isaac

Warnings: None other than that there´s s*x ahead. Proceed with caution. Maybe that this is a kinda threesome situation Idk??

Summary: When things heat up between you and your roommate after you return home a bit tipsy, you learn that there´s more to Steven Grant than meets the eye.

Wordcount: somewhere around 2000

Disclaimers: 1. I´m by no means an expert in Marvel/Moon Knight lore. 2. My stories are always purely self indulgent. 3. I don´t proofread as efficently as I would love to. 4. Have fun :) 5. Marc turned out more dom than I originally thought but hey

I have no taglist for Oscar stans (hmu if I should start one or add you in the future) but I´ll boop @dangertoozmanykids101 for this one because she always encourages my crazy ideas. I know I came to you for another Oscar plot but woman, I am weak.

Please let me know your thoughts and don´t be afraid to comment - it´s always appreciated! If you enjoyed my work please reblog it so other people can see and enjoy it too. Kindly thank you!

Part 1 here.

Steven looked at you as if you´d just told him cows could fly. The moment was too good not to take advantage of, so you gave him a light shove and he tumbled back on the bed, landing on his back.

“Let me show you.”

In a swift move you hovered over his splayed body on all fours, pouring small kisses over his chest before your tongue traced a small circle over each dark nipple and finally up the tendons of his neck. The high-pitched noise it elicited both amused and excited you and fresh arousal surged up in the pit of your pelvis. After one deep kiss you slithered down his body, more than willing to return the favour he´d so generously granted you before.

“Wait- “ Steven looked down at you, a pleading expression on his face. “You don´t have to do this… really.” He knew that if he let go again – and it was certain that giving up control like this would have his walls crumble - would give Marc the opportunity to resurface. Marc had taken the moment away from him before; he didn’t want it to happen again. This was his time, his moment with you. Although… if Steven truthfully recollected, he did feel something, even when Marc was out here and he in there. He too, was aroused, he did experience the excitement, even if only through a distant perception.

“I know I don´t have to, but I want to. I mean, look at this glorious cock… it would be a crime not to suck it.”

Steven´s eyes went light then dark, then you heard Marc´s husky grunt.

You were startled for a split second before the forbidden sensation took over. He was so different to Steven. Cool, in control, possibly exceedingly experienced… and so breathtakingly confident. Why did it almost feel like betrayal to Steven being so turned on by that? And yet, you shot him a scolding look, all while still stroking his fat cock with a teasingly light hand.

“Come on, Marc, you´ve had your moment. Let Steven have this one. I don´t mind you guys…for the lack of a better word, sharing, but it has to be fair.”

His head dropped back and he sighed in frustration, twitching each time you twisted your fist over his spitwet mushroom head.

“Okay, uh, fine. But at least let me be part of it.”

A beat. It was clear you didn´t know what he meant.

“Let´s get the big mirror from the bathroom, place it next to the bed. So whoever´s in here-“ he sucked in a sharp breath and looked at your teasing hand – “can at least watch.”

Finding the perfect placement wasn´t hard, but the dim lighting did your endeavour no favours. Certainly for someone else to watch the show and miss nothing, the lighting had to be good, no, great. You turned on whatever source you could and eventually returned to the mattress where Marc had sat back down, now looking at you with a stern expression. He´s stroked himself all while watching you bustle about, knowing his time for departure had come. As soon as you recognised Steven´s happy smile again, you crawled back over him and continued where you´d left off before dealing with his other half.

How sweet his soft groans were, how deliciously he whipped his hips forward when he lost the hot wet sheath of your mouth, and eagerly he spread his legs so you could reach all the folds and crevices below his base, suckle his sack and dip lower over his perineum and the small, puckered hole, how he nearly whined when the tip of your tongue prodded there a bit. From time to time you glanced over to the mirror where Marc stared back, strained, temple veins bulging, and teeth digging into his lower lip. You wanted to tell him that it would be his turn again soon, and that the thought had you wetter than you could imagine. But it would be unfair towards Steven. He was your main focus now. It was what he deserved. Your lips pulled over his veiny cock one more time while you held Marc´s stare and you started sucking like your life depended on it. Marc swallowed hard and sweat started beading on his forehead, but as tempting as it was to lock eyes with him, you closed them and sucked Steven more until his lower abdomen tensed. You thought him close, but he did not allow himself to topple over into bliss.

“S -stop!” He cried out between heavy breaths, sounding almost panicked, then reached out and pulled you towards him. Once you were at level with him, his ragged breath evened out a bit and he smiled at you. “Please, I, ah, want to cum inside you.”

A little peck on his forehead and lips, and you knew it was the right decision to oblige. Straddling him had his heartrate back up and once he glided between your sopping, swollen folds and finally, home inside your aching pussy with that wanton squelching sound of wetness, you both let out a long drawn moan that transported all the longing you´d both held in all this time. Finally, he was there where he belonged, after weeks of fantasizing, buried deep to his balls, his thick length coated with more of your creamy arousal with each thrust of your hips.

What a painful pleasure to let him slide out almost fully just to sink back down, and oh, that wide stretch, it sent that same intense tingle through your whole lower body each time he impaled you anew from below. He filled you up entirely. You couldn´t have dreamed it up better than that. Hips snapped into a fast-paced rhythm while one hand held onto your thigh, and the other grabbed your breast to gently knead and roll the nipple between his fingers.

“God, you feel so good. So, so good.”

With the right tilt of your pelvis, his pubic bone hit your clit and made every little movement a step closer to heaven. Steven pushed himself up so he could hold you in his lap, wrapping both arms around you to lock you in. He searched for your hands to interlock your fingers, a blissed out expression washing over him. You smiled back at him while rocking your hips, feeling your orgasm slowly roll in when suddenly, he grabbed you, pulled you off him and flipped you around on your back. This wasn´t Steven anymore, you were sure. A deft flick of his wrist and Marc was guiding his tip to your entrance from above, thrusting up inside you with all the vigour he could muster. Both of you nearly screamed out with pleasure. The soldier was as deep as never before, his cock driving harder with every snap of his hips. He pinned your hands over your head, his mouth devouring yours with what seemed insatiable hunger. Open lips sucked hard over your jaw and neck with every intention of leaving his trace wherever they landed, assaulting your hard nipples with a shower of biting kisses. As gentle Steven was, as relentless and lewd was Marc. He thrusted hard and deep, never too busy to use his lips, tongue or teeth on any spot of skin available. If Steven was the man to make love, Marc was the man to fuck you. And you loved it.

“Turn around, baby,” he growled more a command than a request, and pinned you to the mattress with his sweaty, muscular body once you were on your stomach. “Fuck, you are wet… uh, I, ah… I want you to cum for me baby. Do you wanna cum? Huh?”

Over time, your moans had turned into helpless whimpers, and coherent words had become an close to unattainable thing to form. “Um, ah, yes… please, I wanna cum so badly...” Like you´d given him consent, his hand now slipped between your thighs while he kept pounding you from behind, his deep, guttural moans hot and feverish right next to you ear when his lips weren´t engaged sucking your neck and shoulder.

With all the expertise you assumed, he found your clit right above where his massive cock had split you and started rubbing firm circles around it. All you could do was whine louder, and spread yourself a little wider, as much as you managed underneath him. He knew exactly what he was doing, and that this was the surefire way to get you to your second climax of the night. “Does it feel good baby, yeah?” He teased, and his raspy voice dripped with cockiness. “That what you mean when you said you needed me to help you out with your pesky problem?”

Hair sticking to your flushed face and reduced to feeling not thinking, you simply nodded with a strained Uh-huh and caved in. A last thought shot through your head before you allowed him to break your dam, and that was Steven. It was so damn easy to get lost in Marc, but the mirror reminded you. You raised your head a little and smiled at his sweet face on the shiny surface. He looked happy. A last time, you winked at him, then you squeezed your eyes shut and let your high reach you. It came with a high pitched outcry that merged with Marc´s, while your squeezing walls sucked his warm musky seed into you. You collapsed together, panting, flushed and drenched. Only then you realised that Marc´s hand, the one that hadn´t stimulated you, had grabbed yours while you had fucked. You looked over at your intertwined fingers, and smiled at him tiredly. A flicker of smile came back, then he twitched one last time and his body rolled off onto his back. He reached for you and pulled you close to rest on his beating chest.

“Not great with feelings, this one.” Steven unmistakable voice softly woke you from your entrancement, and strangely enough, you let him cuddle up with you. “He bolts when things get too intense.” He was right. Marc was gone. A slight disappointment pinched your chest, but you were happy to have sweet Steven back in reality with you just as much. “You were so beautiful, I couldn’t look away.” Your body pressed close to him after he´d pulled a light blanket over you both, your head on his shoulder.

“I´m happy I know all of you now, Steven.” Doubtful you knew everything about Steven, but it was a start. At first though, you´d have to figure out how to proceed in the future. Was this a singular event? Were you friends or more? Were you dating ? And who exactly would you be seeing then? Steven? Marc? A lot was to unpack here. Best to take one step at a time.

“I´m gad this didn´t scare you off,” he cooed, fingers idly dancing over your skin.

“It didn´t. But things need to change around here.”

Steven´s content expression slid off as he looked at you, nearly shocked. You giggled.

“We´ll be needing a lot more mirrors.”

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cosmicblogs · 7 days

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i need more 😭

hhnngrf i know it's been done before already but thinking about pornstar!reader today :(

you had always been faking your moans while shooting but on the day that you were filming with pornstar!simon, the director had to stop the shoot because you just, well, you sounded different.

you don't sound the way you always do—whining, mewling, your moans reverberating from the base of your throat. you used to even croon, stuttered words slipping from your kiss-swollen lips as you sang how good everything felt.

instead all they heard from you today were the quiet rasps of your gasps, hitched breaths, and warbled whimpers that barely got picked up by the mic.

were you sick? did you need to take a break?

of course not.

you haven't felt so good in a while now, if not for ghost. his cock was big, if not short, but it filled you up so well that it rendered you speechless. he was hitting everything, stroking everywhere. ghost was the first to hold you down and fuck you deeply; the first to stuff all of his cock and make you feel every stretch, every thrust. pleasure hummed underneath your skin, spasming along your synapses until your brain was fried in your delirium.

others were able to coax your orgasm with their fingers or their tongues, sure, but ghost had been the first in a while to make you cum just with his cock.

"christ," his voice rumbles somewhere behind you. you startle, whirling to look up at him—his eyes are dark, his lips tugged up in the faintest of smiles.

he pushes your hair away from your sweaty face.

"i knew you doctored y'r voice but who knew that you sound completely different when pleasured, huh?"

he's mocking you, you know, but your eyes stray past his gaze and flit towards his groin, your throat constricting at the sinful image his cock makes underneath a skimpy towel.

god, you want more.

"aren't you just an open book?" ghost trills, giddy. you glance at him again, brows furrowed in your confusion.

he chuckles and bends forward just enough to hover his lips above your ear. then, he whispers, "meet me in my trailer in ten. i need to know what else you've been fakin'."

he kisses your cheek goodbye, leaving you to feel warmth flood into your cheeks and raze through the plane of your spine.

fuck.

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