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remuslupinslittleslut · 3 months

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No, like this

Anon asked: I need more of the teach me dynamic like that was so hot. The way Remus helped Sirius ate you out using his hair holy fuck that was hot. maybe it’s like Remus gets jealous cause it’s close to the full moon so he shows the boys how to properly fuck a girl and it’s super rough maybe and then James and Sirius are just there jerking off like super turned on by the scene cause wow Remus is really good at making reader be loud.

And YES! I love this dynamic and this ask was so very lovely and gave me so much inspiration THANK YOU BABE <333

Here's a very jelly remus, pre full moon, showing his friends how to fuck his girl hot damn

Masterlist. (Teach us part one. And part two. Though it can easily be read on it's own, just the same dynamics <3)

“No, you’re doing it all wrong,” Remus growled.

You were laid out on your back, James on top of you, hips moving against yours at a steady rhythm. It was good, really good. But the full moon was getting closer, and Remus was aggravated, jealous and very territorial of you.

James whined at the harsh words, and you kissed his nose telling him, “You’re doing well darling, keep going.”

He did, though not quite as confidently as before. His head came down to rest in the crook of your neck, and you felt his cheeks were heated from embarrassment. You and Remus had taught both James and Sirius a lot since your first night together, and they’d both made great progress, all the while Remus was perfectly okay with sharing you – as you also did share him with his friends.

James had just started to get it right with each thrust again – making you moan and whine, telling him what a good boy he was being – when Remus interrupted yet again.

“No, move,” he said, standing up and pushing James off of you, making all three of you gasp (Sirius wouldn’t miss this show for anything in the world), “let me show you how to fuck her properly.”

It was, to put it plainly, rude. You would have to talk to Remus about it later, that he can’t act that way with your littles, but he was so sexy, towering above you, hands tugging at his buckle, trying to free himself for you. You knew what was to come would be life changing-ly amazing, and you did not want to get in the way of Moony when he was tearing at the seams of Remus like this.

Remus was finally naked, standing next to the bed, where James still lay, “I said move.” James did, shying away, trudging toward Sirius’ bed.

“Arms above your head, darling,” he said, steadying his body above yours. You did as you were told, knowing not to argue at this moment. “See, you’ve gotta tell a slut what to do, she’s too dumb to think on her own.” This wasn’t really true – though you loved letting go of all your common sense to let Remus take full control, so you did.

He didn’t give any warning before he pushed himself into you, widening your tight little hole, taking your body from you. “Little sluts like this don’t need to be warmed up, she can take it, right love?” You nodded, knowing you hadn’t been given permission to speak.

His hips snapped against yours at a brutal pace, it almost hurt, you knew it would later, but the way the head of him pushed against your walls felt too good. While he was fucking you, he kept narrating the whole thing, “yeah, that’s right, touch your little cocks to my girl, hear that? My girl. You’ve gotta move faster, harder, like this.”

It was so hot, having your life fucked out of you by your boyfriend while your other two partners watched, touching themselves. You could finally show them the Remus you knew, the Remus who could make sure you didn’t walk straight for days – he’d been so nice and soft since you invited James and Sirius, but now he was back, with his back-arching, toe-curling, orgasm-giving sex.

You hadn’t been quiet for a while, and when your orgasm washed over you, the sounds coming from somewhere deep in your throat only got louder. “There you go, see this, this’s how you make a girl come.”

Pulling out of you, Remus kissed you once, deep and hard and dirty, before he flipped you over, pulling on your hips to make your ass stick out. Leaning down over you, he kissed down the back of your neck, biting and pulling at the skin, hard teeth scratching soft skin. “You ready, little one?” He asked, almost softly, and when you nodded your head he pulled back and pushed in, in one sweeping motion. The angle from this position was even better and you felt your eyes roll back as you dropped your head against the pillow, feeling another orgasm come creeping.

Holding himself up with one hand on the headboard, the other kept a tight hold on your hair. “Now this is how you fuck a girl real good, she won’t be able to think straight when I’m done with her, shame you’ll never be this good,” the cockiness could be heard in Remus’ voice as his hips kept pushing against yours, your ass shaking with every thrust. “Go on then, come, all over your hands from watching my girl take my cock, go ahead… You too, princess, go ahead, let go f’me…”

Somewhere in the back of your mind you registered some grunting from the other bed, though most of your senses were filled with Remus, the wet sound of him thrusting in and out of you, the smell of him on the pillow, of both of your juices mixing somewhere further down on the bed, the taste of him left on your tongue, the sight of a veiny arm holding him up, the feeling of him all over you, against your back, the hands in your hair, his cock inside you, pulsating and ejaculating, filling you up with white, hot spurts of cum, the feeling of it running out of you, the wet patch on the bed between your legs.

And then… nothing.

When you woke up, it was to a hot, wet rag on your face. “Hi, love,” Remus said, kissing your forehead, hand holding your cheek still. “Welcome back, you went out for a bit, but don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of you now, okay baby?”

Smiling, you reached your hands up – not a small feat, considering your arms felt like boiled spaghetti – and took a hold of his face to pull him back down to you, pressing your lips against his.

“And now this is how you perform proper aftercare, don’t ever skip that,” he said, a pointed look directed at his friends, who he was about to treat with some of the same love that you’d received.

Tagged: @remussbitch

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suguruplsr · 4 months

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Can we please get a Suguru × overworked Waitress reader? It can be fluff, maybe light angst from the reader, I'm all for the spice/smut as well 🩵🩵🩵

(btw you're one of my favorite writers on here, pls never stop🩷)

Let Me Do It

,, x fem! reader , fluff + light angst + suggestive ending? <3

note: ty nonnie, that makes me so happy to hear. i try my best babes <333

divider @/chachachannah

Friday, 9:05 PM • [suguru] to [you]: u off right abt now? picking u up today.

Friday, 9:10 PM • [you] to [suguru]: mhm, getting my things. i’ll bring u that frappe you like <3

you smile at the incoming message of suguru letting you know he’s on his way, thanking you for the drink. you double check your things, putting them next to each other before walking out of the break room.

the usually bustling cafe was hushed, the lo-fi music in the background playing more clearly without voices over it. the few coworkers leaving gave you their goodbyes as you head to the kitchen, starting on the mocha frappe suguru would regularly ask for in the drive-thru. humming the tune of the song in your earbud, you consider grabbing an extra drink or making a bag of food for yourself.

unfortunately, while in a time limit and a body that desperately needs to lay down, your indecisive mind convinces you to grab a donut, and quickly fry a medium sized pack of fries. an odd choice sure. but you recently got off your period, let a girl live.

your phone buzzes in your back pocket as you pack up the food items. with a small pep in your step, you head to the break room, catching your manager. “[name]! just the one i was looking for— i just wanted to thank you for taking extra hours this week, i was hoping if you could do it again next? you’ll be compensated greatly.” she smiles as if she couldn’t see the visible signs of tiredness upon your face.

your stomach turns disgustingly from the sight of her uncanny expression. you’re finally about to experience your two days off on the weekend, after multiple tiring days that rank from you waking up at dawn, working morning to night. “uh, im not entirely sure. i’ll call you before monday.” you don’t have the heart to tell her no, even if you know you’re teetering on the line of total exhaustion. you manager grins, clapping her hands together, “thank you so much! i’ll be waiting for that call. have a good day [name]!” you mutter a ‘you too’ as she disappears to her office, dread filling your body.

you know, once you try saying no, she’s gonna tell all the things as last time. about how business is harder after she fired some workers, or how much she could really use your help. all the same manipulation that makes your weak heart endure work tirelessly.

you shake your head, remembering that suguru was probably outside by now, considering the periodic buzz of your phone, and settling your things in your large work bag. which was basically a big purse, it’s been pretty helpful since you started bringing bags of food home. deciding that you don’t want a mocha mess in your purse, you carry the drink to the black BMW just outside of the establishment.

you see suguru leaning on the vehicle, his expression softening once he sees you, his arms opening invitingly, “hey baby.” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around you when you move eagerly into his hold, just needing to feel him. and his warm embrace quells all of the distress in you. you let out a deep sigh, body melting like jelly and turning your head to kiss his throat. “hi..” you whisper, “hi.” suguru smiles, looking down at you.

but your stomach turns when his lips form into a frown, eyebrows furrowed, “get in the car f’me.” he speaks in a hushed tone, kissing your forehead and walking with you to the passenger door, opening it for you. you get settled into the car once he closes the door, smelling the aroma of roses coming from the rose thorn air freshener hanging on the rear view mirror.

suguru turns his head to you after slowing down at the red light, just a few blocks away from home. you’re laid back with your eyes closed. and his eyes find the places on your body that signify your terrible exhaustion. like the eye bags you hate so much. hair more unkempt than how you like it, mainly because you’ve kept it in one style most of the week. or how you haven’t had time to wear any of the pieces of jewelry you love so much.

he can’t help but feel discomfort tingle in him as he thinks about the off handed comments you’ve mentioned about your manager for the past few weeks. all mostly with a roll of your eyes, or a sorry smile because of the extra hours you put in. it all makes suguru consider grabbing that phone of yours and giving her a piece of his mind.

but the small sounds of your snores bring an unconscious smile to his face, pressing on the gas.

you awake to your head hitting one of the uncomfortable pillows on your couch, body secured in suguru’s hold as he lays you on the couch. “hm?” you groan, blinking your eyes in confusion as suguru smiles down at you, “gonna go get your stuff from the car, i made dinner earlier, it’s on the stove.” your hearts warms from his words, a dreamy sigh barely leaving your lips as he parts from you with one of his forehead kisses, your favorite.

once he’s slipping out the front door, you stretch with a yawn, smelling a lingering scent of one of the many incense he owns, mixed with the smell of your favorite food. as you’re fixing your plates, you hear the front door close, footsteps moving throughout the house before heading towards you, and the sound of your lover slurping his drink begins to get loud. seconds later, arms wrap around you, a half empty drink in his hand, “have i ever told you how much i love you?” suguru kisses your neck, a strong whiff of mocha within his breath.

you cringe with a giggle hidden in your voice, “mmm, i dunno. i’m sure you love that frappe. considering it’s gone after..how long? three minutes?” you chuckle, putting down the utensil used to set the food on the plates, and laying your head onto his shoulder while he begins to pepper kisses around your face. “s’too good baby. but go sit down, let me finish this for you. bag’s in the room..” suguru gives you a firm little squeeze on your waist, taking away the plate in your hand and stepping back to let you escape his hold.

you allow him to take control, raising a brow at his catering. “is something wrong?” you question with a tilt of your head watching as he moves swiftly around the kitchen. you only gain his silence for a few moments, admiring the black graphic tee that his muscles would flex through every now and then, long hair swaying. you love seeing that slightly annoyed expression of his whenever his bang gets in his way. and you know it won’t be long until he’s asking you to trim it for him.

“well.. you seem more tired recently. and of course, i love seeing you work hard. but i just don’t want you touching a single thing when you’re home, you do too much at work already. just let me make your life a bit easier baby..” suguru sighs, eyes holding his grimace. bothered from the mere thought of you overworking yourself, just saying it is hard enough for him. as he goes to grab some silverware, facing you, he’s greeted with the sight of you silently crying, hurriedly wiping your eyes as he quickly moves over to you.

“s-sorry. you just —“ you hiccup, trying to gulp down the heavy feeling in your throat as suguru pulls you into a heartfelt hug that only makes you break down more, wrapping your arms right around his neck. “you don’t have to talk.” his whispers, “but i want you to know how much i appreciate you, i really needed this.” you mumble, sighing in content as he lifts you up, meeting your gaze with a boyish smile, despite your wet crying face, and pecking your lips.

“yea?”

“yeah..”

“wanna tell me about it?”

“not yet.. in the morning.”

suguru hums in acknowledgement, walking towards your bedroom door as you hold his face dearly, kissing around his lips before giving him a long deep kiss. “god.. you don’t know how much i love you..” and he huffs against your lips, rolling his eyes with a grin that sticks to his face, cheeks hurting. “i’m pretty sure you can show me another time. all about you t’night baby..”

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dazednmatthews · 11 days

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the ending is the same every damn time ~m. sturniolo x reader

exbf!boxer!matt x reader

based on this ask and post by @dominicfikue it was literally just tew good not to write yall. all creds for the idea and inspo to them <333

“everybody’s wants to know,

how it felt to hear you scream

they know you walk like you’re a god

they can’t believe i made you weak.”

the air was thick with the smell of sweat and cigarettes. the volume was on level a thousand, voices clashing in their efforts to be heard. the sound of men yelling followed wherever y/n went, possibly the worst noise there ever was.

she stood towards the back of the room, tight skirt riding up her thighs slightly. she gripped her purse tightly, making sure to keep aware of all the men coming and going around her. she hated this fucking place and she hated that she was here. it never stopped her though.

he was next, the very reason she would ever be in a place like this. she wasn’t supposed to be there; swore she was done entertaining this fucked-up, no-win cycle they’d found themselves in. yet, despite herself, she could never ignore the chance to see him. he’d always had a way of getting her to do the unthinkable.

the crowd ramps up the volume as she looks up and sees him, matt, enter the ring. it’s a shitty, smaller than normal caged in ring, sat on a lifted stage. he’s shirtless, black shorts slung low on this hips, hands wrapped. his tattoos are highlighted by the top-bright over head lights, his entire body coated in a deep yellow. it’s something out of a wet dream, the way he stands there, cocky smirk adorning his full lips.

y/n catches a glimpse of the silver chain she gifted him on their year anniversary, sitting prettily against his collarbones. it makes her pinch her eyes closed. attention whore, she thinks, shaking her head.

when she opens her eyes again, matt’s staring right at her, despite the distance she was from him. it’s like he could pick her out from the crowd immediately; like his eyes could find her anywhere.

his right eyebrow is raised, questioning her. she doesn’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction, just standing in the same place, forced bored look painted on her features. what she’d never admit though, is that her heart is beating out of her chest and there’s a warmth pooling in her stomach. ‘cause fuck, he looked good.

his smirk widens as he chuckles to himself. matt shakes his head, sliding his eyes from his opponent back to her. he nods at her, and that she does react to. she rolls her eyes, making a ‘shooing’ motion, as if to hurry him.

he laughs louder that time, to which the man in front of him bristles at. there are words exchanged between them briefly, before the whistle is blown and it’s time for the show.

thing about matt and y/n, is that they both have an insatiable need for each other’s attention. they performed for each other, addicted to the other’s fateful gaze. y/n showing up here, out of the blue, in the shortest skirt she owned and the tightest top she could find was her way of forcing matt to see her. the way matt was fighting tonight, showboating and landing particularly harsh jabs to the stomach of his opponent was his way of making sure she knew that he was still as mesmerizing as he’s always been.

the way he moved around the ring was hypnotic. the way he deflected hits and hurled them back ten times faster, made her knees feel like jelly. he was a hurricane; all consuming and unavoidable, commanding the space in a way that no would in the world could compete with.

y/n leaves her place leaned up against a balance beam, slinking further into the crowd. his plan had obviously worked, her need to be front and center driving her closer. she slips through the crowd seamlessly, drunk and distracted men too fussed with the view to stop a pretty girl moving around them. there’s women there too, eyes trained on matt hungrily. they hung on to his every move, whispering between themselves.

“he’s so fucking hot,” a blonde says, fanning herself. “i would give anything for him to fuck my brains out.”

her friend nods in agreement. “he could definitely throw me around.” she sighs. “whoever he’s going home to is so fucking lucky.”

she can’t help but smirk to herself, continuing her path. when she was just a couple people back from the area surrounding the cage, matt delivers an especially heinous punch, that leaves the man in front of him reeling. he’s knocked back, disoriented. when a couple seconds pass, matt cocks his head.

“had enough yet?” he taunts, circling the space leisurely, like a vulture. his steps are slow and menacing, sweat glistening in the light. y/n swears she almost passes out with the rush of need that takes over her body.

“fucking pretty boys,” the man in front of him spits, wiping the blood from his mouth. “can’t wait to rearrange that face.”

matt snorts, cracking his neck. “time’s ticking then, sweetheart.” y/n can practically see the steam coming from the man’s ears at the name.

when he lunges again he manages to send a punch straight to matt’s face, followed by one to his gut. it has y/n wincing and turning her head. this was the part she couldn’t stand; watching matt get hurt. despite how many times during their relationship he reminded her it was inevitable, it never made it any easier to see.

but unfortunately for the man, who was feeling proud after that, matt simply spits to the side, and in the span of seconds, sends a deadly combo to him, the sickening crack! of a bone echoing around them. he doesn’t stop, jab after jab connecting.

one last punch and the man is out cold, falling to matt’s feet with a loud thump. the ref counts down, and when there’s no movement, they declare matt the winner.

it’s electric, the way matt looks at her, flashing her a million dollar grin. he takes the cash, and of course, sends the audience a bow, which they go crazy for. y/n shakes her head with a smile, just knowing he got off on it.

only thing is, she can’t judge him too hard. cause the way he looks in that ring and the way winning made him light up, she got off on it too.

“stop moving,” y/n grumbles from atop her bathroom counter, cotton swab in hand. matt’s palms are laying flat against her thighs, squeezing the flesh tightly when she applies the disinfectant to his eyebrow.

“it fuckin’ hurts,” he says, blowing a breath out. she can’t help but roll her eyes at the irony. he’s dressed in the loose fitting sweatpants she loves a little too much now, black tank top hugging his frame.

“aren’t you supposed to be mr. tough guy? suck it up.” he swats at her thigh and she laughs, applying the bandaid.

it always ended up like this. matt finding his way to her after a fight. they’d been broken up the longest they ever had, a whopping six months, but it never stopped the inevitable. together or not, they would find each other anywhere. they were magnets, pulling towards each other but pushing away when they got too close. it was exhausting really, how bad they seemed to need one another but could never make it last.

when she’s finished fixing him up, y/n drops the trash into the garbage below her, leaning back against her mirror. matt’s eyes are more pupil than iris, dark and enthralling.

y/n raises her hand, gently swiping her thumb against his cut lip. “you’ve got to stop showing up here, matt.”

his stare doesn’t let up. “stop letting me in.”

there’s endless meaning under the statement. she hates that he’s right. because as many times as she tells him not to come, she’s always opening the door, to both her apartment and her heart, which isn’t good for either of them.

matt leans forward, angling his head to find her neck. his lips ghost underneath the shell of her ear, breath fanning the skin.

“we’re broken up for a reason.”

“which is?” his hands are wandering, making the warmth in her stomach spread. one of them is lodged in between her thighs now, the other gripping right below her chest.

y/n’s breathing is a lot heavier than before. “because you’re an inconsiderate dick that can’t communicate.”

matt trails his nose across her jawline. “mmm.” he hums, leaving an open mouth kiss on the base of her throat. “and you’re a neurotic bitch that doesn’t trust me.”

the words sound honey sweet falling from his lips and y/n can feel her resolve crumbling. if she was being honest with herself, it was paper thin to begin with. it always was with him.

“right,” she says, snaking her hand up and gripping the hair at the nape of his neck roughly. she yanks his head back, looking him directly in the eye. “call me a neurotic bitch for caring.”

it’s wicked, the way they get off on fake-hating each other. there’s fire building where matt’s hand is inching closer and closer to her center, fingers grazing her underwear.

“i know you care,” he purrs, the hand that was on her chest coming up to grip her jaw tightly. “you’re so good to me, baby.”

matt’s hand leaves between her legs, pressing flat against her back and pushing forward. she wraps her legs around his waist. they’re chest to chest now, breath mingling.

y/n looks at him through her lashes, pressing her heels into his back. she rakes her nails down his chest, feeling him shiver under touch. she can feel him through his sweats, hard and unrelenting. there’s a storm behind his eyes, basically begging her to close the distance. it makes her feel like a god, the way she has him hanging on to every move she makes. matt, this powerful and intimidating presence of a man, just a puddle underneath her fingertips.

“yeah,” she says, kissing the corner of his mouth. “and you don’t fucking deserve it.”

she unhooks her legs and hops off the counter, pushing him back before opening her bathroom door. matt curses under his breath, following her helplessly.

she may be a great actress, but her skin is vibrating with need for him. her pulse feels one beat away from a heart attack and there’s a layer of sweating coating her head to toe. her desire is burning her core from the inside out, begging to be touched by him.

“no way you’re walking away from me right now,” matt whines, standing at the entrance of her en-suite, watching her open her closet.

she does it to torture him, undressing sinfully slow. she’s in nothing but her bra and underwear, his favorite dark blue set, when she stands in front of him.

“nothing to walk away from, matt.” y/n shrugs. “you made sure of that.”

a muscle in his jaw ticks. “you broke up with me, y/n.”

“which time?” salt in the wound.

when she turns from him, he grabs her arm, pulling her towards his body. “fuck this. i miss you.”

her eye roll is immediate. “you always miss me, matt.” his hands are gripping her ass desperately.

“exactly,” he snaps the band of her underwear. “it’s been six months, baby. when are you gonna stop torturing me?”

“hmm,” she thinks, looping her arms around his neck. “how about never?”

much to matt’s distaste, she steps away from him again. y/n ignores every nerve ending in her body, screaming to walk back over there and fuck him senseless. if she was one thing, especially when it came to her ex-boyfriend, it was prideful.

she’s sliding her shorts up her legs when he asks it. the most left-field, unexpected thing possible. “do you still love me?”

she pauses, turning to him with a blank look on her face. there’s a panicked feeling funneling through her veins. tension she can deal with. their on-again-off-again, ‘who’s gonna fold first’ game was fine. feelings were too much. “what?”

“you heard me.”

“what does it matter?” she sighs, avoiding his eyes.

he’s everywhere, all at once. in front of her, hands in her hair, searching for her eyes. “cause i do.” his voice feels far away as she forces herself to disconnect. matt makes her look at him. “never stopped.”

it’s too much, entirely too much. but matt knows her, knows how to bring her back. his lips are on hers before she can answer. he’s kissing her like a man starved, both hands cupping her jaw. it’s like everything in her collapses, the way she melts into him.

it’s teeth and tongues and fervor. matt’s swallowing her whole, sucking every single lie she wants to say right out of her throat. it’s a fucked-up sort of peace offering; he’s telling her she won.

y/n knows she’s done for. she’s falling head first into the trap all over again. she can’t bring herself to care.

when they pull apart, she’s breathless. “you’re a bastard.”

it doesn’t deter him. “be my girlfriend again.”

she shakes her head. matt kisses from her lips to her collarbones, sucking the skin harshly. he’d always been keen on marking her. made him feel otherworldly, knowing only he could do it.

“come back to me,” he whispers, nipping at her throat. she can’t help the moan that escapes. “i need you back, sweetheart.”

“matt,” she warns, or pleads, she’s not really sure. “don’t say shit you don’t mean.”

“i’m serious.” he says instantly, stopping his movements and connecting their eyes again. his tone goes soft. “i want it for life this time.”

that sends her reeling more than any touch ever could. she’s searching his eyes for that arrogant, playful look he always has. when she doesn’t find it, she feels her heart constrict. she knows it’s futile, denying him. she realizes she doesn’t want to.

“last chance, matt.” she says. he nods. “i won’t do this if nothing changes.”

“everything’s changed.” the smile, the one he wears exclusively for her, the one that makes his eyes light up is on his face, and she thinks he’s never looked sexier than in that moment.

“okay.” she says simply, because there’s nothing else she has to say. because matt knows what’s on the line, and he doesn’t want to fuck it up.

when they kiss this time, it’s different than any other night he’s found himself at her apartment. it’s a promise. one that y/n has to let herself believe is true.

it’s strange, the love they share. the red hot, brutal depth of it. it’s unexplainable and unforgiving. something only them will ever know.

just how they like it.

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luveline · 9 months

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Hii I adore your writing and am in desperate need of more single dad Spencer <333

many thanks, Anon in love :)

tysm!!

Spencer named his daughter Amanda because it means worthy of love. He told Emily he wanted there to be no confusion, that Amanda was loved from the very second she was born. You've been hopeless since you found out.

"Amy, please stop," Spencer says, looking down between the picnic table and the white and red tablecloths, where Amanda sits in the grass beneath tying his shoelaces together.

"Don't know what you're saying," Amy mumbles, frustrated as her fingers get caught in another knot.

Spencer gives you a look you're all too thrilled to receive, like Amanda's cuteness has something to do with you. "Can you make her stop?" he asks.

"I don't want to," you say, not whining but maybe close, "she's so sweet, who am I to stop her?"

"You know, I'll fall if I stand up. She wants to see me in pain. Amy, you're exhibiting signs of a budding psychopath." He smiles at her lovingly. "I'm gonna fall when I stand up!"

"You won't!"

"I will! I will, and then Y/N's gonna be embarrassed to be seen with me, and you're gonna have a dad covered in bruises." Spencer pouts at her. You love how he winds her up, how he talks to her like she's a little grown up and the charming way she responds, big words in little tones.

"You're beautiful no matter what, dad," Amy says.

It's too practised to be natural. Spencer must say it to Amy often for her to know it off by heart. You swoon like a cheap tent in a hurricane, casting your gaze around Rossi's huge garden for saving. Everyone has purposefully left you to suffer here in paradise, uncaring when Spencer torments you with all his loveliness.

His daughter is worse, climbing up onto the bench between you and Spencer before widening her eyes at you. She looks sort of like Spencer but perhaps more like her mother. Whoever that is must be pretty, and good at giving puppy dog eyes.

"Do you want something?" you ask her, attempting to sound like JJ does when she talks to her. You're wobbly but getting there, evidenced by the honey-thick smile you've earned.

"Can I sit on your lap?" she asks.

You open your arms obediently. She's slight like her dad and doesn't feel like she weighs much as she sits on your thighs, her face smushed into your cardigan.

"Is everything okay?" you ask, bringing your hand up behind her back automatically. You're not sure if you should be hugging her but Spencer doesn't protest.

"Can I asked you something?"

"Sure, you can ask me." You turn your head to expose your ear.

Amy grins and leans up, whispering, "Can we go get– can we get jelly, please? Pink jelly."

"Does Uncle Rossi have jelly?" Spencer asks.

"Yeah, daddy, I saw it in the kitchen."

"I can't come, I'll fall. Will you take her, please?" Spencer asks with a frown. "It's a lot of knots."

"Yeah, I can take her. I don't mind. Come on, honey, let's go look."

Amy jumps down off of your lap but waits for you, holding out her hand. You take it and she leads you past your coworkers crowding a hot grill to Rossi's patio doors. It's cooler inside, and you've no need for your sunglasses. You put them on the table next to covered bowls of pasta and salad, poking at lids and tin foil curiously. "Which one did you see the jelly in?"

"I don't think there's jelly. I want to ask you a secret question."

You look down at Any with wide eyes. "What question is that, honey?"

"Are you and my dad in love?"

You laugh sudden enough to make you cough, looking down at Spencer's little girl totally speechless. Smarts are genetic for sure. She asks huge questions.

"Why do you think that?" you ask, trying for gentle and sounding strangled.

"Because you're really nice to dad and he told me that you're pretty and funny and you'd definitely play Cracker Cards with me."

"He said that?"

"Yes!" she says, looking up at you with a smile. "Are you going to get married?"

You rub your face. Ten minutes later and you're carrying Amy on your hip as she carries a big bowl of pasta, a metal fork in her hands. Spencer has opted to take his shoes off completely and untie the knots, but he seems to have made little progress. "That's not jelly," he says.

"We couldn't find it."

"Are you okay?" Spencer asks, abandoning his shoes to put his hand behind your arm and shoulder.

"I'm okay. Are you okay, Amy?" you ask.

Amy stabs a piece of pasta with her fork with a big smile on her little face. "I think I said the wrong thing, dad."

"What did you say?" he asks, looking between you both in concern. "I'm sorry, we're working on context clues."

"It's okay. It wasn't wrong, it's just, I wasn't expecting it," you say.

"Well, what did she say?"

You shrug, "It wasn't really–"

"I asked her if she'd want marry you, dad, and about the photo of you at the christmas party. It was nice!" Amy insists.

Spencer flushes with a bright red blush instantaneously. It's shocking how fast his cheeks blossom considering the sun's been out for hours now. He laughs nervously. "I see."

"Amy!" Hotch calls. "Sweetheart, do you want a hotdog?"

Amy pushes the bowl of cold pasta you'd made her onto Spencer's lap. "Yes, please," she says, hopping off of the bench.

You and Spencer meet eyes and swiftly look away. There's something between you both, longing and long looks, too much affection, excuses to be near one another. You really do like him, and maybe he likes you, but you aren't ready to deal with it now.

"Do you want to go get a hotdog too?" Spencer asks.

"Yep." You jump up. "Good idea."

Maybe you can confess your feelings at the next family barbecue. (Probably not.)

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tojisun · 11 months

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you on my lips

avatar!jake sully x fem human!reader

!! smut - minors dni; size kink; fingering; thigh fucking (central ‘plot’ point); hinted age gap; so much petnames; no actual penetration sorry about that teehee // 2.7k words

: a1 jake is making ‘notha appearance because i luv him so much; i genuinely forgot that avatars cant breathe human air or smthn so i may have fucked up the setting so ignore that; just jake being so in love with you n fucking ur thighs <333 hope u guys would like this!!; title is from taco truck - lana

jake presses your bare legs together, watching the way your plush flesh dimple at his touch, before folding them to your front, quiet hums of praises rolling off his lips when you follow his lead, your tensed legs turning into jelly – so malleable to his touch.

you press your face on the inside of your arm, avoiding his eyes, feeling shy at how easily he could manhandle you. you feel so exposed like this; so vulnerable in his arms. he is so much bigger than you now, so much stronger. there is a pooling desire expanding in the pit of your stomach at the realization, overwhelming all of your senses, because you love this.

you love the feeling of being helpless in his arms; the feeling of having someone be in control of yourself – your desires, your pleasure, your body.

a quiet whimper makes it past your lips and it is too humiliating to acknowledge because jake has yet to even do anything but here you are, a weeping wreck of crazed arousal. you are sure that with his new heightened senses, he could probably smell the want rolling off of you.

you hear jake click his tongue. “don’t hide from me, sweetheart.”

you shake your head, your breath hitching when jake presses close, his pelvis rutting against your ass. even through your lace panties and jake’s loincloth, you can already feel his erect cock, hard and heavy and long. you bite off a pleading sigh that threatens to spill from your lips, still feeling shy at having your body contorted to jake’s command.

you jump when a resounding smack lands on the back of your thigh, your skin stinging from the sudden slap.

“jake!” you cry, looking at him with a pout and a feeble glare.

jake just grins at you anyway. “finally looking at me?” he rubs at your stinging skin, offering comfort.

you sniff, wanting to look away again just to spite him, but jake looks so beautiful, you are sure that not even eywa can force you to look away from him.

he is tall and blue and distinctly not a human, but god you can still see the man you’ve loved in this new body he is gifted with. the same smirk, the same lilting voice teasing you without any rest, the same curious eyes.

“what’s got you so distracted, kid?” he asks, his palms kneading the back of your thighs, flicking his gaze between your supple skin and your glinting eyes, looking so enamoured with your smaller being.

“you,” you whisper, blinking at him. “always you.”

your quiet admission has him inhaling sharply, his teasing touches pausing like he didn’t expect your honesty.

“yeah?” he murmurs, his gaze focusing on you, pools of amber shining with untapped ferocity.

you nod, beginning to fidget with your shirt, feeling breathless at the sinking notion that this na’vi warrior before you has successfully caught his prey.

slowly, like he doesn’t want to spook you, jake’s hands trail lower down the back of your thighs, his thicker and longer fingers teasing the hems of your panties. you bite your bottom lip, anticipation coursing through you, holding your breath when he finally tugs them down, letting them pool around your squeezed thighs.

you whimper as the cool air hits your damp pussy, your tender skin is so sensitive that you can already feel yourself twitching, your clit slowly hardening. jake’s eyes immediately fall to your cunt, amber pupils dilating in hunger, spelling danger.

delicious danger.

“you smell so good, baby,” jake murmurs, his voice is quiet and rumbling, almost like he is afraid of breaking the mood that is building between you two.

you choke on your whine but jake doesn’t seem to notice, still enraptured by your cunt; you watch the way his ears flatten onto his skull, his tail thrashing behind him in excitement. you are glad that you have this effect on jake, but you are feeling so desperate. so needy.

you need him, anything he has to give – his touch, his love.

“jake, please,” you say, your cheeks burning when he flicks his eyes back to you.

“shit, yeah,” he replies in a rush, hiking your panties higher from your thighs, to your legs, until he is throwing them somewhere behind him. “need me bad, don’t you, baby?”

you nod, not knowing what else to say, not truly trusting yourself with any more words, afraid that if you were to open your mouth you would just end up whining for his cock.

jake presses your legs close and folds them to your chest again. one of his hands reaches out to cup your face, rubbing soothing nothings along your cheek, before he is bending down to kiss you.

the kiss is messy, filthy, jake’s wider tongue is forced into your mouth and you moan, not used to the feeling. he lets go of your cheek, warm palm tickling your neck before drifting into the space between you two, teasing touches making you tremble, before he’s finally reached your pussy.

the first touch of his fingers has you keening, the sound reverberating in the kiss and being engulfed whole by jake. you turn your head away, the kiss breaking, as you struggle to breathe properly amidst jake’s teasing touches on your hardened clit.

“shh,” jake whispers, nosing along your neck. “i’ve barely touched you but look at you squirming.” a satisfied growl ripples from his throat, the sound causing goosebumps to rise along your skin.

“god i missed this – missed you,” he murmurs, two of his fingers playing with your folds, pushing them apart before another finally presses in, sinking knuckle deep.

you choke at how further he can reach into you, your lungs constricting at the feeling. it’s foreign. different. but it’s so damn good.

jake crooks his finger, pressing along your walls, before he’s pulling out and thrusting in again.

“jake,” you sigh. “missed you too.” you are elated at finally being touched but you also know it is not enough.

you feel his grin on your neck before he’s pulling up to look at you fully. “you’re so beautiful, kid.”

you couldn’t even reply before jake’s adding another finger, the stretch making you gasp, your body jolting in surprise. his fingers aren’t just long, they’re also thicker now, and two of jake’s na’vi fingers easily feel like three.

you keen, your body trembling at the edging pleasure – they feel too much and not enough at the same time.

“shit, baby, you just clamped down on me.” he chuckles amidst his fingers curling in your pussy, gliding along your walls with familiarity. “what’d i give to feel this around my cock right now.”

the reminder of jake’s cock has you keening; want and need thrumming along your veins.

“want that!” you sob, your voice barely even louder than the wet sounds of jake bullying his fingers in your tiny pussy.

jake clicks his tongue, shaking his head, some of his braids falling from his hair tie to frame the sharp edges of his face. “we can’t, baby girl. no proper lube – you’ll get hurt.” a whine rumbles from his throat like the thought alone hurts him. “don’t want t’hurt you, baby. never.”

you sniffle, nodding even amidst the disappointment coursing through you. “s’okay,” you say. “love you.”

jake smiles, his hand pausing, ripping a disgruntled groan from you, but his ears flick in attention and his tail sways happily anyway. “i love you too.”

you reach a hand to wrap around jake’s wrist, seeing how little you could cover with your palm, before you flick your eyes at him. “more, jake, please. ‘m close.”

jake’s nose twitches, his head dipping to the side in thought. you almost groan and punch him, impatience slowly overpowering the remaining echoes of pleasure thrumming in you, but jake is already moving before you could. wordlessly, he pulls his fingers from your wet cunt and immediately begins to rip his loincloth from his hips.

you know he’s big but nothing could still prepare you for jake’s fully-hard cock, your gasp being engulfed by the low moan that reverberated from the base of his throat. you watch as he continues to touch himself, your chest burning when you realized that he’s using the same hand that had been fucking you.

the sight of jake’s eyes furrowed close, his face warping in pleasure as he continues to fuck his fist, has you clenching on nothing. the reminder angers you, seeing jake being unfair – you haven’t even cum.

“jake, me too. i wanna feel good too,” you say, sounding petulant even to your own ears.

jake flicks his eyes to you, his smirk looking more like a snarl. “of course, sweetheart.” he grabs your legs again, pushing them back to your chest, exposing your cunt to him.

“can’t believe i can’t fuck this pretty thing,” he says, swiping a finger along your wet folds.

you hiss at the unexpected touch, glaring at him only for your heart to stutter and excitement to bloom right from the pit of your stomach when you see jake lining himself up between your thighs.

oh.

“oh,” you repeat out loud, your eyes going wide, your lungs going breathless as a hammering desire flooded over you completely.

jake hums, looking so animalistic in his excitement as his heated gaze rove over your body before climbing up to meet your eyes. “ain’t this perfect, kid?”

you nod, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. jake watches, enthralled, when you let go of your spit-slicked lip.

“very,” you murmur, and you watch as jake trembles at hearing your breathy whimper.

look at what you do to him.

you watch with bated breath as jake lines himself between your legs. the tremors overtaking your body are just faint but you know he can see just how much you are anticipating this.

there is something so intimately different with getting your thighs fucked. it feels unusual, odd, but the weight of jake’s cock sliding along your thighs and rutting just above your hardened nub feels too good. it’s a different type of pleasure, a different type of intimacy, but you react just as blissed out as though jake’s burying his cock in your cunt.

you hiccup, knowing jake could feel the thrum of your arousal, feeding off of it as he continues to hump his cock between your thighs, running the underside of it along your wet folds.

“jesus, kid,” he groans, his wide hands wrapped around your soft thighs, careful not to squeeze too hard even when he is overwhelmed with pleasure. “how could y’r thighs feel so good ‘round me?”

he grinds his cock along your folds again as he says this, bumping the head of his cock onto your nub, the muted pleasure making your back arch. jake pulls out only to repeat the slide, purposefully hitting your sensitive clit to coax muffled gasps out of you.

“look at me,” he murmurs, reverence tinging his voice. “c’mon, kid. need t’see y’r pretty eyes.”

you blink up at him, trying to focus your gaze past your wet-clamped lashes to look at jake’s bigger body. he looks so good while he’s in the throes of pleasure: his lips are pulled in a snarl, his teeth gritted together to contain his growls.

jake’s muscles ripple as he hoists your legs up, exerting effort to push them together after feeling the way you’ve turned putty in his hold, grunting in appreciation when he drives his cock along the meat of your thighs again.

“there she is.” jake grins when your eyes finally focus on him. “y’should see how y’look, baby. so fucking beautiful. tiny. you could ruin me, y’know that kid?”

you nod, your voice busy with whispered moans, feeling the ache of having been edged for so long slowly engulf you.

“jake,” you sob, stretching your arms out to hold onto his wrists. “need more.”

jake curses, his stuttering thrusts returning with vigour.

“i know baby,” he replies, folding himself over you to plant kisses along your throat. “jus’ gon come on these pretty thighs then i’ll take care of you, yeah?”

he sinks his teeth on the supple of your skin, tearing a startled moan out of you. a particularly rough thrust drags his cock along your cunt again, the wetness of your folds making for a smoother glide. and the sounds, god, it’s all so filthy.

jake detaches his teeth from your neck, running his tongue over the sensitive skin, enjoying just how deep the indents are. you tremble, feeling so lightheaded from the way jake is using you.

because that’s just it, isn’t it?

your body, all of it, is for jake’s pleasure.

“jake!” you squeal, as if the knowledge of being his to use heightened the muted bliss centred on your wet folds.

“i know, yawne, i know.” his words are murmured on your skin, the na’vi endearment making you jolt.

yawne. yawne.

“your yawne,” you declare, your quiet voice gathering strength for this.

you feel jake’s lips smile from where they are pressed on your skin. “yeah, sweetheart. my yawne. mine.”

he pulls himself up, kissing your shoulders, your knees, then your legs as he does so. you two are quiet as he begins to thrust harder, resounding thwap-thwap-thwaps echoing in the space between you two. your hushed whimpers are almost drowned out by jake’s low moans; his warm hands still gripping the flesh of your thighs.

you reach a hand down to play with your clit, chasing a semblance of jake’s intense pleasure. you are quiet as you do so, but jake’s eyes still snap open, his intense gaze turning to watch you.

allured by his unwavering attention, you flick your nub with your fingers as though putting on a show for him. your chest heaves every time jake’s cockhead bumps with your hand, and he groans at the new feeling, his erratic thrusts turning faster, shorter, choppier.

“‘m close, sweetheart,” jake utters, his voice ringing loud and startling you.

you peer at him through your lashes. “cum on me, please.”

you didn’t expect your words to finally push him into his orgasm but you watch as jake curses, his body freezing, his back bending forward, before spurts of cum spray between your thighs and to your stomach.

“fuuuck, sweetheart,” jake moans, his eyes shut close to savour his orgasm.

you watch as he heaves, breathy moans falling from his lips, before his eyes blink open; his pupils are blown wide, the ambers of his irises having turned into thin rings. you see the way his eyes are unseeing, still dazed out because of his orgasm.

you giggle despite your delirium, dismissing him to swipe your fingers from your clit to your belly. jake turns, watching you dip your fingers to the splash of cum pooled on your stomach, his eyes dilated in interest when you pull your hand up to spread your fingers apart. his ears flick, ashamed at seeing his seed web around your fingers.

“jesus, kid,” he says, shaking his head, sounding so winded amidst his disbelief.

you grin at him as you wipe your hand on your shirt. “my turn, jake.”

jake returns your grin, his body going straight and his tail whipping in excitement. “of course, yawne,” he coos. “i didn’t forget.”

jake pulls his cock out, tiny shivers wracking his body at the overstimulation, before he inches away from you. you watch with bated breath as he bends down, pulling your legs apart as he does so, and dips his head low.

he runs his tongue along his teeth, slowly and deliberately. your lips part for a gasp, excitement thrumming in your veins when you realized what jake’s planning to do.

jake chuckles, shaking his head. “my smart yawne. be careful of my tswin, okay?”

you can only manage a nod, your voice fraying along with your mind.

“good girl.” then, jake descends on you, his promise ringing in your head.

tagging as requested: @whats-belay <3

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h0rnyauth0r · 2 years

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having no thoughts, head empty, just thinking about ghost fucking you while you have your radio tuned into graves’ station, who has a thing for you <333

if you’re not at least 16 pls dni, idc if you read but i don’t want you interacting!

tws: choking, outdoor sex, technically phone sex i suppose?, unprotected sex, cumming inside, reader has a vagina and is called a girl

the tension between the two of you had snapped like a rubberband. so quickly, and yet at the same time agonizingly slow. while everyone else spends their time worrying about the mission at hand and killing the bastard, ghost has his hand grasping onto your throat in a deathgrip as his hips slam into your ass.

he has you bent over on a slab of concrete out in the open, radio pressed and against your mouth as you let out struggled gasps and moans. he’s smirking underneath his mask as your walls clench around his cock, knowing that graves is likely fuming in jealousy.

his little crush on you was embarrassing, and hearing you cream on his enemy’s dick makes it worse. that sends ghost into a frenzy as his hand on your throat moves down to your clit, rubbing fast and hard circles into it.

he notices that you’re stifling noises the slightest bit, anger bubbling up as he stops moving. “go on then, scream. make him know who fucks you this good.” he growls out, thrusting particularly hard against you.

you feel so close to cumming, but it all crashes down when his fingers leave your throbbing bud. you cry out in annoyance. “p-please!” you feel tears welling up in your eyes.

“please what? what should i do? go on.” he says smugly, moving his hips the slightest amount in an attempt to tease you.

you clench your eyes shut, “fuck me. god, ghost. i want you to make me cum on your cock.” you feel your face heat up knowing that there’s more than just a few men who can hear you.

“good girl.” he whispers in your ear, quickly returning to his previous movements. this time, however, he pushes you deeper into the concrete and his fingers abuse at your clit harder than before.

your orgasm approaches rather quickly, loud moans and occasional screeches of pleasure escaping your sore throat as he fucks into you so good.

you feel his hand that grasps onto the radio also grab at your throat, squeezing and pulling your head back for his eyes to meet yours. his eyes bore into yours, and you fight the urge to close your eyes to look away from him.

he knows he’s ruining you when your eyes roll back and your pussy clenches around him tightly and you gasp out his codename with nails digging into the concrete.

your orgasm feels euphoric as he keeps rubbing your clit well past the end, his choking making the pleasure almost dizzying as you forget where you are and what’s happening.

your walls keep spasming around him as his thrust become sloppier, indication that he’s going to cum soon. in this moment, you want his cum inside of you so badly that it’s making you drool.

he almost cums just from the lewd sight, tits out and bouncing and your eyes watery as you stare at him like you’re about to pass out. he allows his fingers to squeeze a bit harder, an odd choking and moaning sound struggling to escape your throat.

he lets out what sounds like a mix of a grunt and a groan as you feel his cum fill your pussy up, and the feeling alone makes you cum for the second time against him.

his thrusts slowly stop and he releases your throat, noticing how hot you look with his fingerprints bruising your neck. he doesn’t pull out for a minute as he catches his breath but once he does the radio picks up with sound.

“ghost, you’re a dead man.” it’s graves talking, and he simply shuts the radio off.

your legs feel like jelly in the moment as you turn around and sit on the rough concrete, having your pants as a blanket so your ass doesn’t rub on it. you look at the large man in front of you, watching as he tucks his cock away into his pants.

he looks back up at you and moves closer to you, ducking down to your height and staring into your eyes. “you’re okay?” he asks gruffly.

you nod slowly, grabbing onto your panties and sliding them onto your sore body. “that was interesting.” is all you say, feeling him lift you and help you put on your gear.

after you’re dressed, you get ready to head back to where everyone else is but he grabs onto your wrist and stops you. “wait.” he says to you quietly, the sound of fabric moving filling your ears..

you turn towards him and feel his lips on yours, kissing you roughly as his hands dig into your hips. after he pulls away from you, he pushes his mask back down and smacks your ass roughly.

“be careful. we have a lot ahead of us, yeah?”

it’s not much, but it makes you smile. he doesn’t need to say he cares about you, but he shows it in such an obvious manner.

***

note: i haven’t written smut in a while so i’m sorry if it’s not good <3 thanks for reading!

#cod #call of duty smut #ghost smut #cod smut #smut #ghost x reader #ghost x reader smut #x reader #female reader #fanfic #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley

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cutielights · 8 months

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hi jelly!!

i’m so sorry i’m requesting so much. i love your writing though!

could you do some comfort w/ donnie? like reader had a difficult day at school and needs some love?

ty and drink some water<33

also, congrats on 1000 likes 🙌

-🚗

TYSM! Absolutely do NOT apologise! As my first emoji anon seeing your requests genuinely makes my day <3 I’ve figured out who you are, notifs snitching on people

Tw: none

Comfort: Donnie Edition

I had a better gif but it didn’t load in properly >:[

Turtle Einstein

hey

Hello.

r u 3?

Yes.

can I come ovr?

*over

To the lair?

yeah

Why?

had a stressful day stop interrogating me :(

You’re on your way here already aren’t you?

no??? wdym

You were in fact, on your way there already

He welcomed you in, and got back to work, not really feeling the need to get up

Looking up briefly after he realised you haven’t said anything yet

“Your quiet.”

“Mhm”

“…w h y ?”

“No reason.”

“You said you had a stressful day?”

“Mhm.”

“Do you maybe, perhaps, if you feel like it, want to talk about it? Maybe?”

Idk about you but that would just fill me with joy,

He’d actually separate himself from the desk for once

Sitting on his bed together <333

He’d let you hug him

Pulls out the weighted blanket for the both of you <333

He’d help you with the school work if that’s what’s stressing you out

However if it’s friends stressing you out, he’d just invite you to the lair more often

Or sneak into your school and hang out with you

Movie night together

Him actually saying I love you

🚗ANON IM SOSOSO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG WITH THIS??? AHHH SORRY! I HOPE ITS COMFORTING ENOUGH FOR YOU <33

Annnnd now I’m going to sleep it’s midnight

#rottmnt hc #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt #rottmnt x you #x reader #head canon #rise donnie x reader #comfort #comfort x reader #rise donnie #rottmnt donnie #donnie hamato #rise donnie x you #donnie headcanons #donnie Hamato x You

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natspookie · 10 months

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Nat x spidey-powers!reader (romantic or platonic up to you)

Got a couple ideas involving reader who is pretty happy just being a hero around NYC instead of an avenger going on big missions:

* Reader botches a stealthy takedown of some robbers in NYC. Gets a little roughed up (minor bruises and scrapes). Then asks Nat for lessons in "how to stealth"

* 4 times reader fails to sneak up on Nat. And the 1 time they succeed.

* Reader getting in over their head with something big happening in NYC and calls Nat for backup

Love your work! No worries if you don't vibe with any of these ideas. I just saw that you were looking for more. Thank you so much for sharing what you write:)

a/n, whennnn i tell you i grinned ear to ear at having a request heheeheh, thank you anon<333

i hope you don’t mind i mixed these requests a bit and write it in fem!reader ? if you want a gender neutral one lmk!!!

★ summary : 4 times reader fails to sneak up on natasha and the one time she does

you tried to sneak up on natasha by tiptoeing your way through the compound. you smiled seeing natasha’s back faced to you in the middle of the kitchen, making her famous peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“i heard you tiptoe from the entrance” you could hear her smirking “nattie!” you groaned, making your footsteps known and louder now. “try harder” she handed you a sandwich.

natasha is seated in the middle of your shared apartment with a glass of wine in her hand when she was flipping through the tv channels. you open the balcony door a little, squeezing through, when you hear natasha

“i heard your webs get tangled in the tree, dekta” “nattttt” you whined, sitting on her lap as you tucked your face into her neck. “try quieter” she mumbled with a laugh

“third time’s a charm” you mumbled trying to use your spidey senses to hear natasha walk through the hallway. you heard her pause before entering the library of the compound, where you were. you held your breath but she opened the door, clearly unsurprised you were hear.

“i heard you hold your breath” “natasha! why can’t you stop being a super spy for a second! i have the super senses” you whined “what’s the fun in that, spidey?” she laughed, shaking her head

you had come home too late when you tiptoed into you and natasha’s shared room, taking your mask off, wincing at the nasty scratch on your forehead.

“dekta?” natasha sat up with a frown, turning the lamp on “sorry nat, these guys were kinda tough” you laughed as you peeled the suit off “ow ow ow” you said as natasha tried to help “sorry” she muttered

you watched as natasha got out her first aid kid “take a shower will ya? i’ll clean it up after” you nodded, tiredly.

when you got out of the shower, natasha had laid out her pajamas for you.

you walked out of the bathroom ready to hear a handful from natasha. she patted your side of the bed and so you sat there. natasha disinfected the wounds carefully as you bit your lip. “dekta you need to be more careful, i’m serious. look at this…” she pointed to the open wound on your leg “this could get infected”

“i really tried to he careful nat” you said, teary eyed “you can always call me if you need backup okay?” she cupped your face, carefully leaning against your forehead as you nodded.

natasha sighs from the balcony of your shared apartment, watching the sunset. she wished you came back from all your ‘good neighborhood friend’ work. she mostly wished you didn’t forget it was your 1 year anniversary.

she twirled her hair around, leaning her head at the palm of her hand in hopes of catching a glimpse of you swinging through the city. just when she lost all hope, a loud squeal left her mouth as you swooped her body securely and swung through the city.

“Y/N DON’T DROP ME!” she squeezed her eyes shut as you swung through the city that never sleeps. “shh, you’ll be fine nattie, i’ve got you” you squeezed her thrice before landing on top of a building overlooking the brookyln bridge with spiderwebs saying ‘i love you’.

“i thought you forgot” natasha looked at the bridge in awe before turning around to see all her favorite food on a picnic blanket. “i should be hurt but i’ll let you go this once” you winked

“happy anniversary, my spider” natasha placed herself on your lap “happy anniversary nattie, i finally snuck up on you” “don’t gloat” she nudged your shoulder

#natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha romonova #spider verse

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Hi I just wanted to say I love ur sm and I'm so glad to have found ur blog <333

It so hard to find a someone to write form tdlosk<3 (the author reader)

I had a cute though if it the came in my mind when reading the P2(?) Of it, Reader friend to show his approval of reader and saiki when he released his newest chapter in some of panel in the background there is this couple who is closely looks like reader and saiki or if there scene where there is desserts the most will stand out is a coffee jelly w Reader fav dessert and along with words of "coffee jelly and f/d are the finest together" (f/d = favorite dessert)

Sorry if I talked ur ear off I just wanted to rent this thought of mine ^^

Have a good day!

AWW YOUR SO SWEEEEEET!! TYSM DARLING <33 I agree I don’t see very many!!

AHHH THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA!! That’s absolutely adorable I starting smiling so hard while typing this‼️💖

…………………..♡♡♡……………….

When you were reading your friend’s latest chapter you saw he drew a couple in that background resembled your appearance and had two thingys sticking out a guy’s head and glasses

you instantly knew it was you two!! (Especially with saiki’s limiters LOL)

freaking out, you and immediately ran to Saiki to show him 😭💓💓

he probably already noticed if he read the book before you

”KUSUO LOOK!! Looklooklook!- my author friend put us in the latest chapter!!!”

”yeah, I know I saw, he put us in the manga :)”

”that’s so ADORABLE 💞💞”

”I’m so happy! I’ve gotta thank him!”

you called your friend and barely gave him a chance to speak as you bursted with appreciation over the phone

he tells you he thought you and Saiki were a cute couple from when you introduced them to each other

so he got the spontaneous idea to put you two in his book!!

he explained that although it looked like you were just standing there with hearts over your heads (<3) you two were coming back from a dessert date!!

In a flash there was a smile on your face as you ran over to Kusuo once again to relay the message

he was rather fond of it considering that means he was eating coffee jelly 😎

”dang now he wants some..”

there was another scene where the main character passed a bakery and the items on sale in the window were coffee jelly and f/d!!!

the poster even read “coffee jelly and f/d are the finest together!~”

AWWWW SO CUTE!!

your shaking Kusuo and jumping up and down as you tell him about it!

he just sits there and lest it all happen with a faint smile 💖

he’s happy too of course

but your (literally) jumping with joy

often times after your friend finishes a chapter

you know how authors do that thing where they would put little doodles or facts at the end?

yeah he puts little chibi sketches of you and Kusuo doing cute couple stuff

one chapter will be chibi’s of you two holding hands

The next is you two on a date eating coffee jelly and f/d

it absolutely warms your heart 😭💝💝

you rant to Kusuo, your friends, your family, your author friend- EVERYBODY each time he does it

its so sweet of him!!

one time you put a detailed sketch of your author friend at the end of your chapter and he appreciated it so much!!

now it’s sorta just a back and forth thing between you two :3

This was such an adorable concept 😊💖

🏌️‍♀️

:3 (LOL)

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dancing with our hands tied (part ii)

jamie tartt x female reader // nsfw 18+ // enemies to lovers // fwb

masterlist // read on ao3

summary: the aftermath where some more impulse decisions are made

word count: 3.9k

once again shout out to bestie @whimsical-roasting for Understanding Jamie Tartt on a visceral level. i owe you everything !!! my muse fr and fav writing partner <333

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You barely paid attention to what happened during the match, but Laney squealed and gushed about some of the great plays, so you at least knew she had a good time.

The entire match you found yourself staring off into space, your mind replaying the events of the last hour. His mouth hot along your neck. His hands holding you tight against him as he pounded into you. You would come back to yourself only to realize you were staring down at Jamie. He played really well; you could tell by his cocky attitude and high spirits whenever he cheered with his fellow teammates.

You refused to unpack why you were thinking about him so much, or why he was playing particularly well today. It took every ounce of self restraint not to think about the moments preceding the match, but it was hard when you still felt the phantom grip of his fingers on your hips. The ache between your legs had yet to subside.

You walked back into the training facility with Laney, headed for the locker rooms since you promised your friend that she’d be able to meet everyone after the match.

You were not looking forward to inevitably running into Jamie.

Before the events of this afternoon, you had a dread when it came to interacting with him, knowing you had to be on the top of your comeback game. After the events of this afternoon, you wondered if you would ever be able to verbally spar with him again. Not after knowing how he feels. How he sounds when he’s coming undone.

You were irreversibly fucked.

Despite wanting to run in the opposite direction of the locker room, you walked in with your head held as high as you could muster. You saw Jamie right away, your eyes scanning quickly over his sweaty, fatigued form. Despite the muddy patches on his kit, he was glowing. A little part of you relished in the fact that he played so well after your impulsive hatesex.

Getting the attention of the team, you introduced Laney to the boys.

“She’s a big Richmond fan, so I wanted to give her a chance to say hello to you all,” you explained, nudging her to talk.

She stumbled through a greeting with an air of partial shyness, but the boys were happy from their win, which broke the ice easily as she went around to chat with some of the players. You followed her around, taking a backseat to the conversation so she could enjoy her moment with the guys. Every bone in your body was telling you to look at Jamie.

But you refused to glance over in the direction of Jamie’s locker, even though you could feel his eyes burning a hole into the back of your head.

When you finally chanced a look in his direction, he was staring directly at you, just as you suspected. You ended up tripping on air as you hastily looked away, clearly an aftershock from the events preceding the game. You hoped no one noticed your shaky legs causing you problems, but Sam spoke up jovially.

“Woah, jelly legs today, y/n?” he joked as he passed by.

Your eyes involuntarily looked over at Jamie again, only to catch him smirking at the interaction. You clenched your teeth together, but told Sam that you were doing all right, just feeling clumsy.

After a couple more minutes, Laney bounded over to tell you she made plans to get drinks with some of the guys, and asked if you wanted to come along. While it all sounded fun and you always enjoyed going out for drinks with the players, you just wanted to head home and unpack everything that had happened today. When you told her you might just go home, she seemed sad but also not too sad to be going out with a bunch of fit footballers on her own.

You headed back to the physio office to grab your stuff and finally took off the doomed Tartt jersey. As you packed your bag to go home, Zach, the new team nutritionist, walked in.

You greeted him as you finished up, and he smiled over at you.

“Hey, I saw you trip earlier, you okay?” he asked as he also collected his items to go home. “You headed out? Me too, let me walk you to your car.”

“Okay,” you smiled brightly at him.

Zach had only been working at the dog track since the beginning of the season, but he was friendly, fit, and it was always nice when there was a cute new guy to have a work crush on. You shared an office with a few of the other med staffers, so you often got lunch together and chatted with him frequently. Sometimes he flirted with you, and you were left wondering if he would ever ask you out.

You grabbed your bag and headed out of the office, with Zach closing the door behind you. You quietly chatted with him about the game as you walked through the facility.

As you turned the corner toward the exit, you almost ran right into Jamie, which had you once again tripping on air. Both Zach and Jamie reached out to catch you, but you righted yourself on your own. You couldn’t help your eyes going wide as you looked between the two of them, a nervous laugh escaping your lips.

Once you were standing tall again, your eyes met Jamie’s and it felt like he was trying to tell you a million things with his eyes. You couldn’t read any of it, but maybe you just didn’t want to. The intensity of his stare had you looking away to avoid dissecting your emotions in the middle of the Richmond FC hallways.

“So gravity’s not your friend today, huh?” Zach tried to lighten the mood.

You let out a flustered giggle as you shook your head, feeling shy about acting flirtatiously with Zach in front of a man you fucked not even a few hours ago.

Jamie had a hardened gaze when you looked back at him. He rubbed at his chin, still standing in front of you and Zach. The awkwardness in the air was stifling.

Suddenly, Jamie pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, and held it out to you. You hesitated before accepting it with a questioning look, and opened it to see an address scrawled across in scratchy uppercase letters. You crumpled the piece of paper into your fist and glared at him.

He looked at you innocently, so you smiled sweetly at Zach before yanking Jamie aside.

“What the fuck is this?” you whispered.

“Thought you might want it,” he said with a cheeky grin. Like he knew everything in the world.

You glared at him. “Nothing’s happening again, I already told you that.”

“Sure, okay. When you come to your senses,” he took the piece of paper out of your hands and flattened it back out before placing it in your hand again. “You know where to find me.”

Before you could say anything else, he left without so much as goodbye. You let out a humorless laugh at his behavior.

Zach walked over to you, suddenly reminding you that you weren’t alone.

“What was that about?” he asked you.

“Don’t worry about it,” you replied. “Just Jamie being Jamie.”

It was vague because you didn’t really know what to say, but Zach nodded like he understood. It was a bit quieter as you finished the walk to the car park, but it was early enough in the night that you sorta hoped Zach might ask you out for a bite to eat.

Ask me out! you want to yell at him. Ask me out so I don’t go home and freak out about the fact that I had sex with the price prick of all pricks.

You felt guilty for even thinking of using him as a distraction, but sex with Jamie was also just a distraction from the truth. School and then work had taken up so much of your time; you hadn’t been in an actual relationship in years, just bouncing from one hook-up to the next. You were tired of it. You wanted to find your person. To have someone be there. To finally stop going on stupid dating apps and getting set up on blind dates. Zach was nice. Why couldn’t he just ask you out?

He didn’t. Clearly the interaction with Jamie ruined whatever vibe you had going on earlier, and Zach bid you goodbye, telling you he’d see you at work tomorrow.

You got into your car feeling a bit bummed out. While you hadn’t been getting major signals from Zach, you still flirted a decent amount with each other and were hoping that maybe he’d finally ask you out. Were you not putting off the right vibes?

You were halfway home, flipping through radio stations when you caught a glance at the piece of paper Jamie had given you. You pursed your lips, tapping your fingers against the steering wheel while you contemplated.

Inside, you fought a war with yourself. On one hand, it had been a while since you’d had sex, and now a fit footballer was offering himself up on a silver platter. On the other hand, Jamie would be so fucking smug if you showed up, and he was a fit footballer whose actions were unpredictable. Could your pride, and your emotions, take the hit?

You found your answer as you plugged the address into your navigation app and headed over to his place. You refused to think about the consequences, refused to have any thoughts in your head.

The nerves didn’t hit you until you were standing on Jamie’s front steps, ringing the doorbell. Were you insane? The door opened not even a minute later.

“Look who decided to show up.”

Despite his cocky words, his face told you he was in fact surprised that you decided to come over. His eyes are shiny in the night time light as they peered into your own.

You took a step through his doorway, ignoring your shaky hands.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” you said, grabbing his face with both hands and bringing his lips to yours.

He let out a near whimper when your lips touched. You hated how he made you feel like everything was falling into place. You heard the door shut behind you as he grabbed onto your waist, drawing you closer to him.

It only took a few seconds before you both were panting and breathless against each other. You gripped his shirt, trying to bring him impossibly closer, while his hands roamed your torso, sliding beneath your shirt.

You were the first to slide your tongue into the other’s mouth, earning a surprised little ‘mhmp!’ from Jamie. But he was quick to recover, sucking on yours as his fingers rubbed circles against your sides where your shirt had ridden up.

It’s like your hands had a mind of their own, traveling up over his shirt to his sculpted shoulders and down his arms to squeeze his bicep. You reveled in the way he flexed under you, so reactive to your touch. Further pressing yourself against him, you brought your arms to settle around his neck, nails lightly scratching his nape.

Jamie groaned as you slid your hands through his hair, tugging at the strands. He slowly started moving backward toward the staircase, but you hardly noticed while his lips traced a hot path down your jawline and neck. Your skin was alight with the fire everywhere he touched.

Once you got to the stairs, in the hastiness of each other, you almost tripped again. You were starting to get tired of this sudden clumsiness, even more so when you heard him chuckle. He didn’t even try to hide how amused he was. God, the asshole sounded so smug but you didn’t miss the hoarseness in his voice. You weren’t the only one so affected.

He spun you around and sat you on the stairs, unzipping your jeans with one hand while supporting himself with the other.

You weren’t sure what he was doing, but once he had better access to your underwear, you wondered if he was going to just fuck you on his stairs. You found the urgency of his actions turned you on immensely.

He met your lips with his own as his fingers pressed against your clit over the fabric. He swallowed up the moan you let out at the contact. The feeling of his two fingers rubbing circles over the evergrowing wet patch on your underwear felt sensational. You felt even more aroused as you thought of the mental image of yourself, helpless under him as he rubbed and kissed you. Your obvious growing arousal gave away how eager you were for his touch, and you realized didn’t mind if he knew it.

But the hard stairs beneath you were digging into your back, stealing your focus from him all over you.

You broke the kiss for a moment, opening your eyes to see Jamie gazing intently at you. Your breaths came out in heavy pants as you stared back. You pressed a hand to his cheek, endearingly.

“I love the enthusiasm,” you said, gesturing to his hand in your pants, “But this is kinda uncomfy. Happen to have a bed somewhere?”

Jamie blinked at you for a moment before seeming to shake himself out of his reverie and withdrawing his hand. He nodded, standing up and pulling you up with him.

Suddenly you were swooped into his arms, as he climbed the stairs. You couldn’t help the laugh you let out at the romantic gesture.

You let out another laugh upon entering his room. You hadn’t really noticed much of the decor downstairs, instead being solely focused on kissing the daylights out of Jamie Tartt. But now that you glanced around his bedroom, you noticed little pieces of him.

A big full length mirror next to the closet. Some trophies on his dresser. A large painting that looked abstract but you knew if you asked him about it, he would wax poetic about the artistry.

His bed was covered in slate gray sheets, a dozen plush pillows and a dark duvet. And the thing that stood out most? The leopard print headboard.

Jamie noticed you observing his room, bringing your eyes back to him.

“Good’n proper, innit?” he asked, looking proud of his interior design.

You let out an incredulous giggle, before he pulled you over to the bed, and pressed you into the sheets.

Your clothes were off in record time and Jamie Tartt was suddenly between your legs. He peppered kisses to the inside of your thighs, taking his time to savor every inch of skin.

Finally his tongue met your folds, and you nearly melted into a puddle on the mattress. You tugged at his hair as he lapped at your clit. He kept a slow pace and you ran your hands gingerly through his hair.

Slowly, he inserted a finger, then two, making you moan at the sensation. His mouth never let up, and he draped one arm over your torso to keep you from rising off the mattress. His breath was hot against you as he sucked and licked at your core. You were so wet.

“Are you trying to ruin all other men for me?” you muttered between breaths.

His chuckle sent vibrations through you, and you whined in response. He knew exactly what he was doing and it showed.

He hooked his fingers inside you to find just the right spot and it wasn’t even a few more moments before you came with a loud whine.

You just laid there for a moment, catching your breath and learning to function again without his mouth all over you. You looked over to see him slowly taking off his jeans and shirt, his eyes never leaving yours.

You couldn’t help but stare back, watching his movements meticulously. He chuckled at you in that cocky way of his and you realized how heavily you were thirsting over him. You were shamelessly eye-fucking him.

You went to look away before he took his dick out, turning over onto your stomach as a distraction. You weren’t sure you’d ever recover from this if you saw Jamie in all his naked glory.

You felt the bed shift as he joined you, his weight settling over top of your body. He brushed your hair across your shoulder before peppering kisses across your neck. His hair tickled your face.

His hands roamed all over, tracing a trail of heat from your shoulders, down your spine, to your ass which he squeezed tenderly before smacking it.

You didn’t even try to muffle the moan that left your mouth.

Jamie chuckled. “Don’t reckon I’ll get tired of that anytime soon.”

“Just fuck me, please,” you whined in response, pushing your ass up against him.

That was all it took for him to finally slide inside you, causing you both to groan simultaneously. He kept himself propped up above you as he thrusted into you. You clenched your hands into the sheets.

Everything was overwhelming. How was it possible that sex with Jamie felt even better the second time?

Was it the fact that you both had more privacy? The freedom to make as much noise without the fear of someone walking in? Or was it the fact that his body felt hot and perfect against you? Like you’d been walking around searching for a missing puzzle piece, and he fit impeccably.

You were surrounded by Jamie. You could hear his staggered breaths against your ear as you clenched around him. His arms propped around your head so that when your breathy moans left your lips, they flowed across his wrists before disappearing into the air around you.

“Jamie,” you panted, “I need more.”

He paused for a moment, midthrust, and you wondered if you’d said the wrong thing. Suddenly, he pulled out completely and flipped you over, so you were looking directly into his eyes. It took everything in you not to let your eyes drift down to the rest of his body. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see he was just as sculpted as you expected. Hard muscles mized with soft skin. You wondered once again how the hell you wound up fucking him not once, but twice.

His eyes were unreadable, and the only sound was your breaths mixing in the space between you. Slowly, he leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, your jaw, your earlobe. The warm softness of his lips made you squirm underneath him. He took his time, which was oddly affectionate. The words that came out of his mouth next were decidedly less so.

“Yeah?” he whispered into your ear. “Need me to fuck you harder?”

White heat ran through your veins. You nodded frantically, biting your lip to hold back a moan.

He slid his dick back into you, holding eye contact as he did so.

“I want you to see who’s fucking you good.”

He picked back up in speed, and you were close, so close. Your whines filled the room with desperation. That’s what it was. Desperation. You were desperate. Desperate to stay like this, to feel him deep and to have him so fixated on you. But you were also desperate to find a release. The pit building in your stomach was making your mind hazy. The sounds coming from your mouth were more broken as you fought to keep your eyes from rolling back. But the way Jamie groaned, cooing dirty little phrases at you, you knew this was a losing battle.

“That’s it, take it all- fuck,” he groaned not slowing down in the slightest.

You closed your eyes as you got close to your climax. Your hands held onto his hips as he pushed your knees up closer to your chest to get that much deeper.

“Open your eyes, love,” he said.

You did as he said, not realizing the intensity of the request until you were coming undone while staring into his blue eyes. Your brows furrowed and your mouth fell open, a silent moan caught in your throat as he took you in. You were speechless as you both came down from your high and he finally slid out and your legs relaxed. He ended up laying half on top of you, but you were too spent to say anything.

The weight of him was heavy but comforting. Once the high of your orgasm subsided, you once again started overthinking everything. You couldn’t stop your head from spinning with too many thoughts.

I’m in such deep shit, you thought.

Jamie rolled off of you and rummaged around in the bedside table. He rolled back over to you with some tissues, wiping off your legs with a careful touch.

The action was incredibly intimate and you hadn’t expected him to help you clean up. The next words out of his mouth were even more unexpected.

“Do you want to stay?”

You caught a glance at the clock on his dresser, telling you it wasn’t even midnight.

You didn’t want to unpack why his offer touches you so deeply. But as much as you want to stay, you know you really shouldn’t. You’ve read too much into things in the past and you didn’t want to repeat the same mistakes. Especially with someone you saw at work on a near daily basis. It was time to get back to reality.

So you said, “No, that’s okay, I’m gonna head home,” even though it made your heart ache in a weird way.

He didn’t say anything for a moment. Then he nodded, and sent a crooked smile your way.

“You sure you can even walk?” he asked.

Your legs did feel like jelly but you refused to show weakness. You got up and shimmied into your jeans, pulling your top on after.

You looked back at him, to see he was lounged across his bed butt-naked. You finally let your eyes linger on him the way you wanted, and he definitely noticed. You looked away.

“I’m just fine, thanks.” You replied stiffly.

He rolled his eyes, telling you he’d at least walk you down. You expected him to get dressed but he just put on his shirt and followed you back downstairs.

“Well if you ever get lonely, my door is always open,” he said.

Despite having fucked him twice in less than 12 hours, you let your cold exterior slide back into place, narrowing your eyes at him.

“In your dreams, Tartt.”

You exited through the door and walked down his front path, refusing to turn around as he sang out a good night. But you couldn’t stop the ghost of a smile from gracing your face.

Leaving was harder than it should be.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt x ofc #jamie tartt smut #ted lasso fic #my works #dwoht fic

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