#third day of wearing the same sweatpants
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wrong room - Matt Sturniolo
summary: you recently met nick through social media, he invites you over to his house for the night. while walking to the bathroom you accidentally enter the wrong room, walking in on matt masturbating.
contains: smut, caught masturbating, soft!dom matt, swearing, light choking.
a/n: this fic will contain different pov's between yours and matts, but it will have a little text so you will known when.
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i met nick just the other month at taras party, we instantly clicked resulting in him inviting me round today. i've been hanging out with him around his house his whole day with one of his triplet brothers, chris, i think.
(y/n's pov)
i lean against nicks countertop as he has a poor attempt to cook, "nick- nick no!" i laugh, grabbing the bag of flour as he repeatedly hits it with his elbow while mixing the dough.
"oh god, my fault" he says with a a grin as chris walks over, he spanks the cookie dough which is inside the mixing bowl, earning a slap from nick.
"okay- i'll give it a go." i decide to finally step up, nick steps out of the way as i look into the bowl, its somehow completely unmixed even after hes mixed for a solid 5 minutes.
i look over my shoulder, my eyebrows knit in confusion as i lock eyes with nick, "i'm actually not sure how i managed that."
"its okay baking isn't for everyone." i tease, he scoffs as chris laughs, "how do you mix for 20 minutes and all the ingredients look the exact same as when we put them in the bowl." chris says,
nick mocks him with a finger in the air and a nerdy tone, chris punches his shoulder.
i step away, "do you guys have a bathroom?" i ask, "nah we shit in the woods." chris says.
"yeah, we use the bark off the trees to wipe then bury it with our hands." nick adds on, unlocking the backdoor and opening it for me.
i go to walk out slowly, chris grabs my shoulder and spins me around, "down the hallway, and the last door on the left."
"oh-" i say with a loud laugh as i walk down the hall, i hear the metal of the bowl collide with the wooden floor from behind me "shit!" nick says.
i get to the end of the corridor and look to my right, the door is shut. i grip the handle and open it,
my eyes widen as i instantly grow hot, the third triplet, matt, is laying across the bed. hes wearing a green shirt and a necklace hangs loosely around his neck. his sweatpants are tugged down to his mid thighs as he's repeatedly running his hand up and down his length with his head thrown back.
(matts pov)
"fuck- fuck fuck-" strings of whimpers exit my mouth as slick noises fill the room, i brush my fingers over my sensitive tip before continuing to run my hand up and down my cock, the cold metal of my rings dragging against the veins.
"oh my god 'm- please please-" i whine, squeezing my eyes shut as i throw my head back against my headboard. my ears ring,
i dont even register the click of the door opening until i hear a feminine gasp "shit-" i hear.
my eyes spring open as i abruptly stop all hand movements, she stares at me in shock. her face is white and her mouth is open, after a few seconds she scrambles out of the room with several 'sorry's'
i sigh as my cheeks grow red, i didn't even cover myself. my hand is still wrapped around my length.
i stand up out of bed, my legs weak. i'm still hard but i've completely lost my train of thought, too embarrassed to think about finishing now. i hear the bathroom door slam shut, meaning that this girl has now found the bathroom.
i pull up my sweatpants, grabbing hand sanitiser off my bedside table and clean up my hands before pulling up my sweatpants.
"matt!!" i hear nick call from the kitchen. i open the door of my bedroom before making my way up the corridor.
(y/n's pov)
i unlock the door to the bathroom before walking back up towards the kitchen, the 3 triplets are there.
"we got the cookies in the oven but it turned to fucking liquid as soon as we put 'em in." chris says, pulling out the chair to the dining table and flopping down on it,
"this is matt, i don't think you've met him yet." nick says, matt and i lock eyes and he sticks his hand out for a hand shake.
i hesitate before shaking his hand, "formal ass greeting" nick says, elbowing matt and sitting down at the table, "sorry- 'm matt" matt says, running a hand through his hair "no worries, im y/n!" i say chirpily
all four of us gather at the table, matt is directly opposite me and i can feel his eyes lying on me, we keep making eye contact as chris and nick speak with each other about god knows, hes painfully attractive i have to admit, his tatoos, rings, awkward persona.
"its almost midnight, do you wanna start headed to bed?" nick asks me, i nod before walking off with nick towards his room.
"are you okay?" nick asks me as soon as the door shuts, "no- no i'm fine."
"is it matt?" nick laughs slightly as he pulls on a crewneck sweater and leaps into his bed. "yeah- no- i mean it's just i've met him before..?" i lie through my teeth, nick nods suspicously.
"well i'm tired as shit so i'm gonna cut it" nick says, "cut it?" i laugh, laying down beside nick.
"go to sleep? cut it....?" he smiles with a shrug.
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nicks fast asleep, i just now remember the fact the cookies have been in the oven for over 35 minutes. i jump up, speed-walking out of the room and into the kitchen. i take out the metal tray, the 'cookies' are just lumps of charcoal now.
with a groan i exit the kitchen, i can see through the crack in his bedroom door that matt's still awake.
i don't know what posseses me but i knock softly on the door, "come in." i hear.
i open the door, matts shirtless in bed, still wearing those sweatpants from earlier.
(matt's pov)
my eyes widen as i see her walk into the room, "hi, uh- i just wanted to apologise for earlier." she says, i stand up out of bed to get closer to her, she shuts the door behind her. she’s only wearing a loose and long shirt which looks like a dress on her, with panties, which show every time she lifts up her arms.
"i should've knocked." she continues, i smile and shake my head.
"no i totally get it, honest mistake" i reply, "wasn't the best way to meet you so i'm sorry about that." she laughs slightly.
"its all okay," i say, "so you're not mad at me?" she asks shyly. "i would never be mad about that?" i sigh, pulling her into a hug.
theres a thick tension in the air, i don't know where it's come from but i know we are both feeling it.
she looks up at me, my arms are still loosely wrapped around her back.
she grabs my jaw before colliding our lips together, her lips are soft, i hesitate before kissing her back, my hand lacing into her hair.
i guide her back, she falls backwards onto my matress as our lips stay joined, our tongues now fighting for dominance.
her hands reach down and start tugging down my waistband. i pull away for a second, “are you sure?” i ask her, she nods frantically “please- yes.”
“arms up.” i say, she puts her arms above her head as i reach down, pulling off her loose tshirt. my eyes fall to her tits as my cheeks flush, she squirms on the matress impatiently.
i tug off her panties, discarding them somewhere across my room. she’s fully bare infront of me, her top teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
i lean over her to reach my bedside table, fiddling around in the drawer for a condom, “i’m on the pill,” she says grabbing my wrist and pulling me away
“oh shit okay!” i say, sounding a little too excited. she laughs slightly.
“you gotta be really, fucking, quiet.” i stare into her eyes, “nick is through that fucking wall and chris is the other side, if you get too loud i’ll stop mhm?”
she nods frantically “yes- yeah okay”
i line myself up with her, my hand travels down to grip her waist and i hold her hand with my free hand.
i push inside of her, instantly feeling her grip around me. i immediately worry, there’s not a single chance i’m lasting past a minute with her being this tight.
she lets out a delicate moan, holding herself back as she presses her lips together. i give her a minute to adjust before thrusting out to my tip, then pressing deeper inside of her.
with each thrust i pick up my pace as i stay concentrated on the wall, trying not to instantly cum.
she throws her head back, arching her back off my bed as every so often she lets out a shaky deep breath. i take the hand that’s on her waist and press down on her lower abdomen, seeing how far i can push her before she makes a noise.
i stop holding her hand with my other hand, and start tracing figure 8’s on her clit.
she finally breaks, letting on a desperate moan which seemed to come out louder than expected. i quicken my movements before slamming a hand over her pretty mouth. i hear a muffled ‘close’ and i continue to toy with her clit, keeping a hand plastered on her mouth.
she clenches around me, a whimper falls from my mouth as i feel her release, screaming my name.
i take my hand off her clit and place a hand on her throat, pressing lightly as she comes down from her high.
i pull out of her, finishing in my hand.
i flip down next to her, pulling her ontop of me and rubbing her back soothingly as i attempt to catch my breath. “matt..” i hear her say quietly,
“mhmm?” i reply, “can you walk me back to nicks room.” she says, sitting up on my thighs and reaching for her shirt.
“yeah, of course.” i say with a smile.
she crawls off of me to retrieve her underwear, which landed on my computer keyboard.
i sit up, pulling on my sweatpants and a soft shirt before grabbing her hand.
i creak open my bedroom door, she follows close behind me. i open the door to nicks room where he’s spread out on his bed, fast asleep. i pull down the covers and sweep her off her feet.
i lay her down on the bed, adjusting her head on the pillow before pulling up the duvet, i press my lips to her forehead before leaving the room.
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(y/n’s pov)
9:38am
i wake up to the sun blaring on my face, i roll over, my legs still hurting from last night. i sit up, “nick” i tap him, he shoots up in bed.
“jesus!” i laugh, “how the fuck did you get up that fast- were you awake??”
nick erupts into laughter, “you scared me that’s all!” he says, i scoff before standing up out of bed, nick follows behind me as i open the door to his room.
i walk into the kitchen where chris and matt already are, leaning on the kitchen counter.
“good morning!” i say, matt shoots me a stupid smile “guess what.” chris says blankly, my heart drops, did he hear matt and i last night?
“what.” i instantly reply, looking over at matt who looks equally as nervous as me.
he walks over to the stovetop where the tray of ‘cookies were’ he picks them up and walks over to nick, matt and i.
“oh yeah- you dumbfucks left ‘em in the oven so i took them out.”
“what. the. FUCK is that” nick laughs, backing away from the burnt excuses of cookies.
“are they edible still?” chris genuinely asks, looking over at me for an awnser.
“chris what do you think.”
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give you a show | LN4
summary: when your roommates that good looking it's hard not to stare
pairings: roommate!lando norris x fem!reader
an: not posted in a little (sorry) but i actually have a lot in my drafts but i’m grouping them together so i need to finish them all off before i post them :)
word count: 800
warnings: none i don’t think
feedback and reblogs appreciated !!
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You hadn't been roommates with Lando very long, only a few weeks, and each day you couldn't tell whether you were regretting it or enjoying it more each day. Today included both.
You opened the door to your apartment only an hour later than you left after picking up a few things you needed. You quickly took your shoes off by the door and headed further inside, announcing a quick, "I'm home," as you led your jacket down on the top of a chair, a bad habit both you and Lando formed, but it was just easier.
"Kitchen," a reply came from your left.
You headed towards the kitchen door, briefly pausing as you stepped inside before recomposing yourself and carrying on. You sat on a bar stool seat in the corner of the room, Lando in perfect view, before unconsciously taking your phone out.
You weren't focused on it at all, not when Lando was standing there, looking like that. His body was faced sideways away from you and his hair was sticking up in all sorts of directions, but he still pulled it off well. Grey sweatpants hung off his hips very lowly and he wasn't wearing a shirt at all. He was either chopping some food or mixing something - you weren't sure, you weren't focused on what he was doing anyway.
A few minutes pass, he's moved around a bit but always returning to the same place no matter what he's doing. You weren't really sure what he was doing but you weren't complaining. The more he seemed to stand there, the more his arms seemed to flex too. You were loving it, completely unaware of how obvious you were, or what you were meant be to doing, you couldn't think straight anyway.
You were too concentrated on him and his arms that you didn't hear him call your name the first time - or the second. It was only the third time he said it that it knocked you out of your daze. Your eyes met his face again, tracing over every detail. Luckily he wasn't looking at you, you thought, he was still focused on whatever he was doing.
"You've been watching that for an awful long time," he spoke, a smirk taking over his features. He was right, you realised. Looking at the phone, you noticed you'd opened tiktok and had just been letting the same video play on loop since you sat down.
You stutter for a moment, thinking of an excuse. "I was reading the comments." You said, lying through your teeth way too obviously.
His smirk never faltered, instead just grew, "took you a while to tell me that. Don't worry, I don't mind when you stare."
You didn't really know how to answer that so you just stayed quiet, your eyes still trained on his face as he turned around and stepped much closer to you.
He was right in front of you now, the only thing separating you was the marble of the kitchen bar worktop.
"What? You think I didn't notice? I cut up way more salad than I'd need in a week, waiting for you to notice." He grinned, putting his arms on the counter and moving his face down to the same height as yours and ever so slightly closer.
"So you were giving me a show?" You reply before you have any time to think about it. You watch as he falters at your response, giving yourself a little ego boost. You cock your head to the side, almost as if you're challenging him for a reply.
He quickly gains his compose back, brushing off the slight embarrassment of you getting him flustered - it isn't the first time but it's the most obvious.
"Well, when there's a pretty girl in front of you, always." He whispers as though it's obvious, in an attempt to again fluster you more than how you flustered him.
"So you think I'm pretty?" You try to hide your grin but fail miserably. Lando also fails to hide his when he sees yours.
"Very much so," he smiles back, moving a hand up to brush some hair off of your face. "Now," he says, slapping his hands down on the counter and flexing slightly, "what kind of roommate would I be if I didn't give you a full show? Anything else you'd like to watch me do?" he says, almost playful, almost serious, liking the idea of being ogled at by you quite nice.
"Well there's a watermelon in the fridge," you tease, tracing your hand down the prominent veins in his arm.
He smirks, watching your hand in motion, "perfect." He doesn't move though, he stays there, absorbed in the way your hand touches his arm.
"Get to it!" you joke, watching as he moves instantly towards the fridge.
In his rush, he doesn't forget to turn back and give you a cheeky wink, followed by a "yes, ma'am."
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Tease- Matt Sturniolo
☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★
Paring- Matt Sturniolo and Y/n
Description- y/n teases Matt all day until he decides to do something about it.
Warnings- Teasing, Dom! Matt, orgasm denial, p in v, cursing, smut, fingering.
NOT PROOF READ!
Today was one of those days when you just felt bored as hell. You were sitting next to your boyfriend Matt, who’s gaze was currently on the movie playing in front of you.
You were scrolling on your TikTok, until you came across a video.
It was one of those “got my nails done” TikTok's, where the girl was showing her nails on her boyfriend's sweatpants. Suddenly, an idea popped into your head.
“Hey Matt, there’s this TikTok I’ve been wanting to film with you.” He looked at you. “Yeah, sure babe,” he said a little confused.
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Matt could feel his cock twitch with every move the back of your hand made against him.
And of course, he just had to wear grey sweatpants. He could feel his breathing increasing, he wished he could just flip you over fuck you senseless.
You, on the other hand, were enjoying this. You could see him holding back, his face red, the bulge in his pants.
You smirked with satisfaction as you finished the video. “Thanks babe,” you said as you kissed his cheek. Then you walked off.
Matt groaned with frustration as he went to the bathroom, to take care of his “problem.”
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Later, you decided to clean up the kitchen, but with a twist. Matt was sitting at the island table, watching you wash dishes.
Here’s the thing: You were only in a T-shirt, and you weren’t wearing anything under it except for your white lace panties, which were Matt’s favorite.
Once you were done with the dishes, you grabbed the broom and started sweeping the floor. You moved yourself and the gunk right into Matt’s view.
Once you collected all the dirt and dust, you bent yourself down to sweep all the stuff.
Matt’s eyes widened as he saw you. Your ass was on display, and you were wearing his favorite lace panties. He knew you had to be doing this on purpose.
He felt his dick stiffen as he kept watching you. He slowly started palming himself, earning a small groan.
“Matt? Are you okay?” He slowly opened his eyes to see you staring back at him. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
You gave him an innocent look, and then went ahead to put the dishes away.
When you opened the cupboard, you stood on your tiptoes to put the plates away, making your T-shirt rise. Once again, your ass was on display.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” Matt mumbled as he got up.
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“Matt there’s popsicles!” you yelled from the kitchen. He was in the living room watching a movie. “Do you want one?” You heard the TV stop playing, and footsteps coming towards the kitchen.
“Sure babe.” He grabbed one from the box and opened it. You did the same. You sat across from him and opened yours.
At first, you swirled your tongue around the top of the popsicle, then you put the whole thing into your mouth, sucking it in up and down motions.
You were looking directly into his eyes while you did this.
Matt was going crazy. This was the third time today that you had teased him. And he couldn’t take it anymore. “Damn it y/n.”
He took the popsicle out of your hand and threw it away, then he picked you up and threw you over his shoulders. He stormed up to his room and slammed the door shut.
He threw you on the bed, and practically ripped your panties off. Your thighs were drenched with your juices. “Such a slut,” he mumbled. “Look at you, so wet.”
He then pinned you to the bed and whispered in your ear. “You're going to be punished for what you did to me. Teasing me and then acting like nothing happened?”
He kissed you roughly and left marks on your neck, making you moan. “F-Fuck Matt. I need you.”
Matt smirked in satisfaction. “Arms up,” he commanded. You lifted your arms, and he removed your tank top, revealing your hardened nipples.
He took one into his mouth, while one of his hands made it to the other.
You moaned, enjoying the feeling of Matt sucking and nibbling your sensitive breast. “Mmm- fuck- s'good,” you moaned.
Matt detached himself, and slid 2 fingers into you, causing you to let out a whimper. “M-Matt.” He started to pump his fingers in and out of you, making you tremble with pleasure.
“Fuck- more, please, more.” He suddenly curled his fingers, hitting a spot, that made stars burst into your vision.
He repeatedly hit that spot, over and over, making your body tremble more.
You let another loud moan as you clenched around his fingers. “You like it when I hit you there, hmm?” Matt whispered into your ear.
You nodded your head. “I want you to answer me Princess.” Tears brimmed in your eyes as you felt yourself get closer and closer.
“Fuck Matt. Yes! I l-like it! Mmm- right there!” You felt the knot in your stomach getting close to breaking.
“Mmm- Fuck I’m gonna cum-” Matt suddenly removed his fingers, your high immediately going back low. “W-what?”
Matt smirked at you as he removed his sweatpants. “You're not going to cum just yet.”
He pulled his boxers down, revealing his hard length. You could see the veins pulsing, and the flushed tip already leaking pre-cum.
You felt yourself getting wetter at the thought of him pounding his cock into your pussy.
He stroked himself a few times, then aligned himself with your aching hole, slowly pushing forward.
You let out a whimper, and he let out a groan, as he kept pushing himself in, until the both of you were connected.
“Fuck, such a tight little pussy,” he groaned. He then slowly started thrusting himself in and out of you, until he found a good, quick pace. “Fuck fuck fuck,” you moaned, arching your back.
He somehow pushed your body to the side, allowing his cock to reach deeper inside you.
He repeatedly hit your g-spot, fucking you dumb. “Oh my god, Matt, right there.” You let out more breathy, frequent moans as you felt your high returning.
“Mmm- Matt, I’m gonna- shit- I-I'm gonna cum,” you moaned, the familiar feeling of a knot in your stomach returning.
He grunted then said, “You're not going to cum until I say so.” Your eyes shot open. “Consider it as a punishment.”
“You’ll be able to cum if you beg like a good girl.” You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten, begging to be undone.
“Fuck Matt, please please, let me cum.” You could feel tears slipping down your cheeks. “Matt, please.”
“Cum,” He commanded. You instantly let yourself release all over his cock, a long moan following. After a few more thrusts, Matt also followed you.
He pulled out, collapsing right next to you, his breathing heavy. “Fuck. Are you alright baby?” he asked, planting a kiss on your forehead. You nodded, breathless. “Yeah, I'm fine.”
He let out a low chuckle. “Next time, try not to tease me so much.”
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Hard Reset III
Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader
Warnings: 18+ / Smut
Description: This fic covers the week 4 loss to the Titans.
Time/Place: Sunday, Oct. 1, 2023 / Cincinnati, Ohio
A/N: This is the third fic in the Hard Reset series. It's also a shameless sex-fest. I promise there will be more actual plot (and sex!) in the next fic.
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Sunday, 10/1/23 (after the week 4 loss to the Titans)
You check your watch as you pace around the kitchen, your mind grasping at what to say to Joe when he gets home. You roll your shoulders to relieve some tension as you think back to the game.
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The 27-3 loss to the Titans felt like a huge step back after the Monday Night Football win against the Rams. The entire game was a disappointment to put it mildly. Every single phase -- offense, defense, special teams, play calling -- was lackluster as hell. The only positive was Joe's calf injury didn't seem to get re-tweaked, but you never know how it will react from one day to the next. Joe had once again requested you and his parents not greet him if the Bengals lost, so y'all were already in the car heading for the exit when the clock ticked down to 0:00. You beat the team charter flight back by a couple hours, and Joe's parents decided to head home since they knew he wouldn't want company.
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The sound of the garage door opening pulls you back to the present, your pulse picking up when Joe walks in and locks eyes with you. "Hey," you greet, quickly walking forward to give him a hug. "Hey," he mutters, dropping his bag before wrapping his arms around you. "Sorry you traveled all that way just to see a shitshow," he continues, giving you a look that's half grin/half grimace when you pull back and look up at his face.
"It wasn't a shit …"
"Yes it was," he interrupts, heaving a tired sigh. "Don't sugar-coat it."
"Yes, sir," you mumble. "How do you feel?"
He runs a hand through his hair before answering. "Physically, not too bad. Mentally, like total shit."
You swallow hard and give a quick nod, a little disconcerted that he seems to be looking right through you; before you can think of something to say he speaks up again.
"Listen, Sam's gonna pick me up in a few minutes. We're having a team meeting at his house tonight."
"The whole team?" you ask.
"No, just the Captains and a few other guys." He picks his bag up and heads for the stairs before continuing. "We've gotta figure some shit out, make sure we're on the same page then put it to bed." He pauses halfway up the stairs and finally makes good eye contact with you. "The entire season is on the line; somebody has to light a fire under our asses and …"
"You're just the man to do it," you interject, giving him what you hope looks like an encouraging smile.
"Exactly," he states, before disappearing upstairs.
He reappears a few minutes later wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, quickly checking his phone when it chimes with a new text. "Sam's here," he says, dropping a kiss on your forehead before heading for the door. "I may be late getting home. Don't wait up."
Your eyebrows head for your hairline as he breezes out the door. "Love you, too," you grumble under your breath after the door closes behind him. You try not to take his abrupt departure personally, but you're feeling a little sorry for yourself when the door slings open and he walks back in. "Did you forget something?" you ask.
"Yeah," he answers, striding up to you. He leans down and gives you a lingering kiss before pulling back. "Love you," he states. "Love you, too," you answer, giving him a big grin as he hurries back out the door. "Telepathic ass," you chuckle once he's gone. "I swear that man can read my mind."
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A couple hours later you wake up abruptly and sit straight up in bed, your heart pounding for several seconds until you realize the noise that woke you is just Joe in the bathroom brushing his teeth. He eventually walks into the bedroom giving you a sheepish grin when he sees you. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up," he mutters, crawling into bed and basically faceplanting into his pillow.
"It's okay," you soothe, turning onto your side to face him; you run your fingernails up and down his bare back, smiling at his muffled groans. "That feels good," he mumbles into his pillow, a shiver running down his spine when you slide your hand into his hair to lightly scratch his scalp.
"Did y'all figure some things out?" you ask, admiring his tall frame which is clad only in a pair of black boxer briefs.
"Mmm-hmm. Mainly that I sucked today and we won't win shit until I get better."
"The whole team sucked today, not just you."
"Thanks for admitting I sucked."
You roll your eyes and give his ample ass a loud smack before rubbing it.
"Don't get me started," he warns.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning I know where this is headed, but I don't feel like having sex tonight."
You withdraw your hand and scoot away from him. "Sorry," you whisper. "I just thought … nevermind."
"Listen," he sighs, flopping over onto his back to stare at the ceiling. "I don't want pity sex, and there's no way you're turned on after how awful I played today."
You narrow your eyes at the slight slur in his speech. "Have you been drinking?"
"A little."
"Then I won't tear your ass up about projecting until you sober up."
"What do you mean projecting?"
"You know exactly what I mean." You take a deep breath before continuing. "We've had this conversation before."
"Refresh my memory."
"Should probably wait until tomorrow. I'm in no mood to sugar-coat it tonight."
"Fuck sugar-coating," he snorts, "tell me what you're thinking."
"Fine." You push up into a sitting position and look down at him, the hallway light providing just enough illumination to make out his petulant expression. "When you lose a game you get really down on yourself, and you project that feeling onto me. But -- like I've said several times before -- the way I feel about you is not determined by whether or not you win fucking football games, okay? If you lose every single game for the rest of your NFL career, I'll still want you more than anything. Why is that so hard to understand?"
"I just …"
"I'm not finished," you interrupt. "I'm starting to think you're the one who doesn't want sex after the team loses, which is fine, but you need to quit blaming it on me." You slide out of bed as you finish your mini tirade. "I'm not sleepy anymore," you state as you head for the door. "I'm gonna go get some work done."
You walk down the hallway to your office, shutting the door behind you before dropping into your desk chair with an annoyed sigh; you click your desk lamp on and run a hand through your hair. "Way to overreact, dumbass," you grumble under your breath, immediately feeling guilty. "You know he always needs extra affirmation after a loss and instead you chewed him out. Better go apologize."
You stand up and head for the door, stopping in your tracks when you hear a soft knock. "Come in," you call, biting your lip as he walks into the room. "I'm sorry," you blurt before he can say anything, quickly closing the distance to wrap your arms around him. "I overreacted."
He returns your hug for several heartbeats before leaning back to lock eyes with you. "You don't need to apologize. I need to stop being an insecure brat every time I lose a damn game."
"You don't really think I lose attraction to you after a loss, right? I used to think you were just teasing, but I seriously can't tell anymore."
He shrugs his broad shoulders, the action causing his forehead curls to bounce. "I'm mostly teasing, but I've been feeling pretty bad about myself lately so I guess I've been fishing for compliments more than usual." He gives you a sheepish smile. "And I was def hoping to have sex tonight. I guess I laid the pity party on a little too thick, though."
"So -- to be clear -- when you said you didn't feel like having pity sex …"
"I really meant I wanted you to seduce me. To show me you still want me even though I played like shit."
"Okay, that's good to know. I mean, that's what I normally do when you get in this mood, but it's starting to feel like I might be boundary stomping."
"You're not boundary stomping." He slides his hands down your back and cups your ass before easily lifting you up, smiling when you wrap your legs around his waist. "If I really didn't want sex I'd let you know, but don't count on that happening anytime soon," he states, punctuating his words with a throaty chuckle that sets off a steady throb of arousal in all the right places.
He walks to your desk chair and drops into it with you straddling his lap, his lips immediately on your neck after he pulls your t-shirt off and drops it on the floor. You lean your head to the side to give him better access, moaning at the feel of his mouth on your neck and his hands on your breasts, his agile fingers teasing you with barely-there touches before pinching and tugging your sensitive nipples just hard enough to make you gasp his name. "You like that?" he whispers against your ear, his hot breath causing a gush of wetness in your core. "Yeah," you whimper, grinding your crotch against his obvious erection as he continues to tease you.
He eventually drops a hand down and rubs your clit through your panties before slipping his fingers inside to play with your wet folds, his deep voice in your ear sending shock waves of pleasure down your spine as he slides a long finger inside you, adding a second finger when you beg for more. "So wet for me," he growls, making a feral noise deep in his throat when you start riding his fingers, slow at first then faster, your breathless whimpers leveling up to louder moans when he latches his pretty lips onto a nipple, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucks on the hardened peak.
"Don't stop!" you urge, biting your lip when he pulls off one nipple and moves to the other, giving it a gentle nip with his teeth before sucking it into his hot mouth. "I'm so close," you whine as he grinds his thumb against your clit while pumping his fingers inside you, a steady stream of whimpers spilling from your lips as your climax hits. You bury your face in his fragrant neck and gasp for breath, feeling lightheaded by the intensity of the orgasm, existing in a state of total bliss for several minutes until your dainty desk chair gives an ominous-sounding creak.
"Uh-oh," you pant, leaning back to lock eyes with him. "I think both of us in this chair is too much."
The chair makes another, even louder creak and Joe raises his eyebrows. "Why do you have such a flimsy-ass desk chair?"
"Because it's cute and comfy. Plus it's perfectly fine when it's just me sitting in it."
"You calling me fat?" he asks playfully, sticking his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout.
"No, you goober," you giggle, easing yourself off of his lap to settle on your knees on the floor between his manspread thighs. "You're tall and muscular and big," you state. "Deliciously big," you continue, ghosting your fingers over his impressive erection while licking your lips. "Let's lose these," you whisper, pulling his undies off and tossing them to the side.
You take your time enjoying the view before dropping open-mouthed kisses up the long length of his thick thighs, his soft, blonde leg hair tickling your lips as you work your way up to his crotch; he sucks your essence off of his fingers as he watches you through heavy-lidded eyes, the look on his face making you want to do deliciously naughty things to him.
"You're gorgeous," you whisper, sliding your hands over his abs, smiling when his muscles tighten under your touch. The heat radiating off of his big, hard body makes you more than a little lightheaded, and his scent -- a purely masculine musk -- literally makes your mouth water. You decide to let him know. "You make my mouth water," you groan, continuing to drop kisses near, but not quite on, his hard cock.
"No I don't," he scoffs, color rushing into his cheeks at the compliment.
It always amazes you when he gets shy about his good looks; in his mind he's still a nerdy guy, and he's not quite comfortable with the fact that he grew up to be a total sex god. You give him a sultry grin as you double down.
"You 100 percent make my mouth water. Want me to show you?"
He studies your face for a bit before responding. "Yeah … show me."
"Okay." You take your time gathering the excess saliva on your tongue before opening your mouth, letting the spit drizzle down on his shaft while holding eye contact with him. "So fucking hot," he hisses, his cock twitching as you lean down and flatten your tongue against it, licking base to tip before lapping at the precum on the plump, velvety head. The sensual, uniquely masculine taste has another flood of saliva pouring into your mouth; you lean back and lock eyes with him as you gather the moisture again, this time spitting it in your hand before wrapping your fist around his thick shaft, jacking him with smooth, steady strokes for a minute before dropping your head back down to tease him with your lips and tongue, slowly replacing your hand with your mouth as you take him deep, your gag reflex firing a few times before you hit just the right angle to deep throat him.
He buries his hands in your hair as you pleasure him, the words of praise spilling from his lips interspersed with soft grunts and groans that go straight to your core. Tears roll down your cheeks, and he brushes them away then lifts his fingers to his mouth, licking the salty liquid before hissing in pleasure as you lightly scratch your fingernails over his balls.
"Shit, babe, hold up a sec," he grits out. "I don't wanna cum yet." You pull off of his erection with an audible pop, wiping a hand over the spit and precum coating your chin while panting to catch your breath. "Just let me know what you need," you offer, your pulse picking up at the feral look on his face. He loudly sucks his plump bottom lip into his mouth, the action and noise so suggestive that you feel your core throbbing in unison with your racing heartbeat.
"I need to taste you," he purrs, his voice husky with desire. "Then I need to fuck you."
The throbbing in your core escalates, and you cup a hand over your soaked panties to try and ease the almost-painful ache; his gaze flicks down to your crotch before returning to your face, the carnal promise in his smile making your pleasure points hum with anticipation.
"How sturdy is your desk?" he asks, eyeing it as if sizing it up for a naughty, vigorous romp.
"Not sturdy," you mutter, gasping in surprise when he quickly stands up and reaches down, wrapping his hands around your waist and picking you up before striding for the door; you wrap your legs around him and bury your face in his neck as he walks to the bedroom.
He sits you on the edge of the bed and slides your panties off in one smooth motion, dropping to his knees on the floor between your spread thighs; you lean back on your elbows and watch as he lowers his head and flutters his tongue over your clit before plunging his tongue inside you, the noise you make causing him to lock eyes with you as he repeats the action. "I'm gonna cum in ten seconds if you keep that up," you whimper, biting your lip when he lifts your legs over his broad shoulders. "Then let's slow it down," he purrs against your most sensitive flesh, the vibrations from his deep voice causing a shiver of pleasure to shoot through you. "I'm gonna take my time," he continues, dropping delicate kisses and licks on your aching folds while avoiding your clit.
After what seems like an eternity on the edge, you decide to take matters into your own hands; you slide a hand in his messy curls and give a tug, using the leverage to grind your pussy against his face in a way you know he loves. "You drive me fucking crazy," he growls once you let him come up for air, his eyes dark with lust when he raises his head to look at you. "I'm seriously about to cum," he grits out, his breath catching in his throat when you quickly lift your legs off of his shoulders and slide off the bed, straddling him and reaching a hand down to line his cock up with your slick entrance before taking him balls deep.
He makes a noise that's half groan/half growl and 100% primal when your core clenches his thick length; you dig your fingers into his muscular shoulders and start riding him hard, whimpering on every down stroke at the feel of him bottoming out. He leans you back until your back is pressed against the edge of the bed, the new angle causing him to hit your sweet spot on every stroke. "Just like that!" you pant, moaning when he drops a hand down to tease your clit. "Fuck, baby," he hisses as his climax hits, the hot spurts coating your core as he pinches your clit with just the right amount of pressure to pull your trigger.
The sound of your mutual heavy breathing is the only noise you hear for several minutes; when you finally open your eyes and look at him, you have to smile at how totally fucked out he looks. "I think I passed out for a sec," you pant. "Me too," he chuckles.
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Thirty minutes later -- after a shared shower where both of you laughingly complained about your shaky legs -- y'all are lying in bed, trading yawns and agreeing to sleep late the next morning.
You're just on the edge of sleep when he speaks up. "Babe? You still awake?"
"Yeah."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
The silence stretches out for a minute before he speaks up again. "It's kind of stupid, I guess. Maybe I'll keep it to myself."
"What is it?" you ask, sitting up so you can look down at him.
He scrunches his perfect nose up. "We have two games left before the bye week."
"Yeah, Cardinals and Seahawks."
"If I play really awful like I did today, and we lose both of those games, will you still secretly marry me during the bye?"
You give a snort of laughter before you realize he's not laughing with you. "Are you serious?"
"A little, yeah."
You take a deep breath before responding. "Remember that convo we had earlier tonight when I said if you lose every single game for the rest of your NFL career, I'll still want you more than anything?"
"Yes, ma'am," he mumbles.
"Well, let me drive that point home a little harder." You brush his curls off of his forehead and give him a smile before continuing. "If you play like total dogshit in both games, throw twenty picks, lose fifty to nothing, and cut a huge fart in the post-game pressers, I'll still want you more than anything. I can't wait to secretly -- and eventually not-so-secretly -- marry you. Does that answer your question?"
"Yeah," he laughs along with you for a minute before quieting down. "Sorry I'm being such a needy baby lately."
"You're being human instead of a robot," you soothe, leaning down to press a kiss on his lips. "It's a nice change," you say cheekily, giggling when he flips you over and lands a loud smack on your ass. "Don't get me started," you echo his words from earlier.
He rolls you back over and pushes up on an elbow, looking down at you in the dim lighting. "Meaning?"
"Meaning I know where this is headed," you purr, licking your lips just before his mouth captures yours.
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Love Across Dimensions
Miguel O'Hara x Reader s/o
TW: ANGST, LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP, READER IS MID 20S, MIGUEL'S IN HIS EARLY 30S, FLUFF. MINORS DNI AS THIS WORK IS CONNECTED TO ONE OF MY NSFW BLURBS.
Synopsis: You're from a different dimension than him. You didn't ask to fall in love with the protector of the multiverse, and it sure as hell isn't easy being in a long distance relationship with him. But what you have is special, and that's always worth waiting for. The Nicholas Sparks movie Dear John inspired this a little. (The moon quote 😫🫶🏾)
A/N: spinoff of my phone sex blurb, Long Distance. Here's some more insights into y'all's relationship. This one is mostly SFW, maybe a NSFW version coming soon? Headcanons/outline ish? Idk what it is but here you go. NSFW PART 2
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- He walks through his portal at HQ with your lip gloss shiny all over his neck and doesn't think to wipe it off. Clearly he's not a makeup expert and forgets that this stuff smears easily. Hobie and Pav snicker together, " well, wonder where he's been." (They already know)
"Shut it, you two!"
"Sureee, boss."
-You have him get you a trinket from every dimension, it's not up for debate. It's always a snow globe or a postcard. Your fridge and your shelf space are both running out of room by now to store them. The postcards are filled with sweet handwritten words from Miguel, telling you about his day and the location they're from.
-He won't take you across dimensions with him. He crafted you your own version of a gizmo to call him and summon Lyla whenever you need her, but you don't have the ability to travel across dimensions yet. Even Miguel can't bring himself to break his own rules, despite how much he wishes he could just bring you here and keep you here himself. The threat of canon disruption looms over his head. Losing Gabi destroyed him. A piece of his heart never recovered. Losing you could be the straw that breaks him. Not to mention, he can't protect you at all times if he took you along on his missions. He takes comfort in knowing you're tucked in, safe at home watching your favorite movies or with your best friends at a new restaurant getting drinks.
-You always save songs that you think he'd like and have all the reels you want to show him saved in a folder called "Memes for Miggy ❤️." His playlist on your Spotify is just titled "🖤" because you don't want anyone to know it's just songs for you two.
-You hardly see him. Dating someone like him is not for the weak. You can usually count on seeing him maybe once a month if you're lucky. And he'll usually stay for the weekend. And it's always the best weekend of your life.
-It took a while for him to get there, but he's super romantic/poetic when he's in love. He reassures you as you two stand outside one night, his arms wrapped around you from behind, resting his chin on your head.
"If you ever miss me, just look at the sky. It's my anchor to you. Know that when you look up at it, that I'm somewhere in it, not far away. The colors of the sky, the position of the stars, the shadow of the moon and the rays of the sun are the same in every universe, including this one where we end up together."
-His favorite gift from you is a bottle of your perfume. He'll take a sniff every now and then and close his eyes and imagine you're next to him. You do the same with his cologne. He's left a ton of hoodies and sweatpants at your house. You wear them to bed every night and give them a spritz whenever you feel like his scent is wearing off.
-The first night after he leaves is the hardest. But the night after that hurts a little less. As does the night after that, and after that, and so on. The stab wound of his departure healing itself as it has dozens of times before by now. Your heart steadily molds back to its original shape in your chest, no longer shattered. You immerse yourself in your work and your friends, trying to go out every now and then, imagining he's right there with you. Because even though he's light years away, he still is.
-But sometimes , the ache of his absence hits you like a wave crashing against a cliff it threatens to erode. When you accidentally play that song that you two belted in the car together, or when you see the carmelicious fudge ice cream in your freezer that you haven't touched since the last time you two ate it together, sharing the carton. It hurts when you realize you're spending another Christmas Eve without him, leaving you with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk that you have to enjoy all by yourself, staring at his stocking you bought and stuffed for him hanging untouched over your fireplace. Hearing your niece and nephew buzzing about their Valentine's cards they get to hand out at school, knowing that the one you bought for Miguel will stay forgotten in the grocery bag in your closet. Tiny needles that pierce you. A jarring reminder that your heart is split in two across a vast continuum of time and space, with Miguel holding the other half on the opposite side.
-You cry, a lot. And little do you know, he does too. The last time after you guys got home from a few days at a little beach house in San Diego, you just sobbed and sobbed into his arms while he held you in your pajamas as you slowly walked him to your apartment door. His expression was sorrowful as he tried to brush your tears away, lip trembling as he tried to ward off his own tears that threatened to release, a tight knot causing his voice to choke in his throat.
"I'll back for you. I promise, baby. Think of me, okay? Use your watch to call me whenever you want."
You look up at him, mucus running down your nose and your eyes puffy and red, but you don't care. You bathe in the ruby ocean of his eyes for one more moment, windows to his precious soul that now inevitably belongs to you. You touch his cheeks, the smooth pattern of his skin imprinting itself in your palms, his warmth transferring onto you a final time before your body eventually forgets.
He walks forward across the threshold with a deep breath as he lets go of your hand at last, slowly closing the door behind him. The door barely clicks before he's ripping it back open, pulling you back into his arms as you wail and sob some more while he just rocks you gently in his embrace, his face buried in your neck.
Trying to tattoo the scent and feel of your body into his memory one more time. As though the very essence of you were all the rations he'd need to hold him off until that moment when he could feast on your beautiful smile once again. He tries not to think about how this could be the last time. The reality of the dangers of the job he signed up for are a painful reminder. Being Spider-Man is a sacrifice.
He finally closes the door behind him, and walks slowly through the orange glowing tunnel, tears leaking down his face, gasping as though the wind got knocked out of him. He hates saying goodbye, praying and pleading to whatever deity is out there that it wouldn't be the last time he did.
Why did the universe plant you so far away from him? Why did the love of his life exist on a plane of existence separate from his? The laws of time, space, and the formidable, neverending, infinite weight of the multiverse barring you two from each other.
But you're his true love. Of course he'd find his way back to you. In any universe.
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📂 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐦í𝐚
Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader
𝐀𝐎3 | 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k
𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: kissing, SMUT, PIV sex, unprotected sex, pregnancy sex, nipple play, cum play. MINORS DNI🔞🔞
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You’re not the only one experiencing cravings during your pregnancy.
It was the first time Miguel came home to see you in a summer dress during your third trimester. You would usually wear sweatpants paired with a tank top or a t-shirt that would always be too big for you, in an attempt to hide your growing belly.
But now Miguel could see every curve and crevice of you. The dress reached upto your knees with the thin cotton adorned with floral prints, hugged the shape of your body. But the real charm was the ribbon that was added around the waist that accentuated your blossoming bump.
He watched as you bent over the counter top, the fabric tightened as you stretched further and struggled to reach the edge with the wet cloth to wipe down the surface. You huffed while resting your palm on your stomach, a thin film of sweat coated your face, making you glow under the warm kitchen lighting.
After a moment, Miguel finally drew himself closer to you, his hands gently gliding over the soft fabric of your dress as he placed them on your waist. You hummed inquisitively, acknowledging his presence. The faint smell of disinfectant and soap lingered from your skin as your eye bore up onto his.
“¿Qué pasa, amor?” It was easy for him to get lost in the sweetness of your voice, especially hearing you talk in Spanish. Even hearing you curse angrily, the feistiness with the edge you’d carry in your tone was still attractive. He could already see you after giving birth to his child, after hours of labor and pain and you’d still mumble soft words of affection to your baby’s ear that cradled in your arms.
“Your dress.” He simply replied back, his hand trailing up to reach the spaghetti straps that rested on your shoulder, looping his finger beneath the string.
“You like it? I thought I’d treat myself to one of the dresses from the maternity clothes section today.” You seemed unaware on how radiant you looked right now, especially with your bare arms catching a kiss of the setting sun.
“It’s phenomenal on you.” he murmured, his lips grazing your ear with his soft exhales ghosting over your soft neck. He knew by the shift in your gaze, his compliment didn’t reach you completely. He turned you around so you finally faced him, his hands on your belly.
The impending arrival of your child has brought with it subtle signs of motherhood and visible changes in your body. The stretch marks that accommodated the growing belly, the ever-present sheens of sweat and the swelling of your feet that made it hard to walk sometimes - these were all part of your everyday reality until the big day arrived.
Although you were both amazed by the life growing within you, you couldn’t help but feel unattractive which Miguel wasn’t surprised by. You were never obsessed with your appearance but these changes were bound to make you feel a little more self-conscious. However, the dress you were wearing was a hopeful sign.
Miguel found the connection you shared more profound now more than ever and he continued to remind you that you were carrying his child which made you more beautiful to him as well as the journey you were sharing.
He hooked his finger under the strap again, this time dragging it down your shoulders until the top of the dress hung loosely over your breast and did the same on the other side.
“Miguel…” you breathed but it sounded distant and it didn't fully register in his mind. His focus was solely on the straps that fell completely off both arms, the dress slipped off the top now exposing your breasts. Watching them grow along with your belly made Miguel’s libido flare.
Carefully, he cupped his hand over one, grazing his thumb over the hardened nipple. He knew you were more sensitive now so he handled your chest with care. The barest touch would have you whimpering. He heard your groans as he kept fondling with your breast, a sharp exhale leaving your lips.
Gentle.
He watched your dress loosely cling over your swollen stomach. He knew it wasn’t going to fall to the floor so he tugged the fabric and pulled it over your head before he lifted your bare body on the countertop.
“¡Ay Miguel! Not here. I just cleaned the counter.” You scolded lightly, but the grip you had on his biceps contradicted your protest. You wanted it as much as he did.
“I’ll clean up the mess after. Just let me have you now.” He was already tugging your undies, feeling the pool of your arousal staining the fabric.
“You’re unbelievably needy, you know that?” You watched him as he kneeled down to reach your cunt, your belly now blocking your view.
“I don’t see you complaining, querida.” He purposely breathed heavily over your clenching cunt, making sure you felt the hot air from his mouth in an attempt to tease you. Your hand feebly reached around to his hair, running your fingers over his locks in a silent plea to continue. Your other hand leaned against the counter behind you.
His tongue ran over your folds before reaching your swollen clit. He attached his mouth and started sucking on the sensitive bud, keeping a firm grip on your thighs. You tasted different now compared to when he ate you out before he knocked you up. Slightly sweeter than before. He could feel you tugging on his lock and attempting to pull him in closer to your cunt. But he was more firm and he wanted to take his time with you.
As he pulled away, a few strings of saliva were connected from your fold to his lips that he quickly wiped away. His cock was painfully hard behind his digital suit and he was sure you already noticed.
With a few taps on his watch, his suit disengaged, each pixel fizzled out in cobweb shapes.
Both your elbows rested on the counter as you locked your gaze onto him. He loomed over you, hands on the counter and leaning in before his lips found yours. The kiss was soft and sweet but carried a depth of emotions. He felt your swollen belly press against his torso as he leaned in closer, deepening the kiss. Breaking away from your lips, his gaze fixated on you as he brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear.
So soft.
He held onto your waist and pulled you in until his cock was inches from your cunt. Pre-cum was already leaking from the tip and twitching in anticipation. Slowly, he pushed himself in and felt your walls caress each inch of him. You were already throwing your head back, one hand gripping onto his arm to steady yourself.
He could feel every pulse from his cock rubbing against your silky walls and flesh, squeezing him just right. Your body swayed helplessly over the countertop, taking in every thrust from his hips. He groaned as he was lost in a haze, completely aroused by how your wet cunt was pulling him back in greedily with each withdrawal.
Finally with his peak crawling up to him, he made sure he reached in deep, but not too much that he’ll hurt you. He felt a sudden rush from his cock as his seeds spilled inside of your swollen womb, reaching every crevice and coating your walls.
With a shaky breath, he pulled out of your dripping hole. As expected, his seeds didn’t stick, instead leaked out of your folds, spilling onto the counter. The post-nut clarity he was experiencing nearly made him forget his promise of cleaning up his mess.
“See why it wasn’t a good idea fucking me on the counter.” You quipped, smearing your fingers over his cum that continued to spill from your folds. Miguel groaned, his senses were coming back to him now and he could feel the newfound frustration settling in.
“Cállate.” He mumbled while grabbing the wet wipes from the shelf. “You’re lucky I had to be gentle with you, amor” he lowered himself and kissed your thigh before cleaning up the surface.
“Next time, we’ll stick to the bed.”
#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o’hara smut#miguel o’hara x y/n#miguel o’hara x you#spiderman atsv#spiderman across the spiderverse#spiderman 2099 x you#spiderman 2099 x reader#spiderman 2099 spiderverse#miguel spiderman#spiderman 2099#miguel o’hara spiderverse#miguel o’hara#miguel ohara x reader#miguel o’hara fanfiction#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o’hara atsv#miguel o’hara across the spider verse#miguel o’hara fic#♦︎— spicy#★— ayrus writes
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a brief history of Navarre - x.r.
Xaden Riorson x marked!partner!reader (gn)
Midterm week at Basgiath has you wanting to pull an all-nighter to study, but Xaden won’t let you. requested as part of my Valentine’s day celly 💕 (gonna be posting these well into March, oops)
words: 745
🏷: no book spoilers and no triggers, just X taking care of his partner. established relationship between reader and Xaden. the reader wears one of Xaden’s shirts, but there is no description of how it fits on them (we bigger / taller girls are tired of reading that [character]’s clothes are soo oversized and long on us!) shoutout to the people who put a full timeline of the continent’s history online bc I was too lazy to find it all in my copy lol
“I’m calling it a night,” Xaden announces, closing his textbook. “Gonna go shower.”
You hum in acknowledgement, pen between your teeth as you read the same page for the fifth time tonight, still trying to cram six hundred years of history into your brain. You’ve been sitting on his floor for hours, and the lines of text are starting to blur together, words starting to look misspelled and foreign, losing their meaning with repetition.
You spent too much time reviewing the first fifty decades. You still have nearly another hundred years to cover, from 530 to present.
It has not escaped your notice that the book reduces the Tyrrish revolution to an afterthought, at the end of the text. The belittling words they’d chosen to describe your parents’ valiant effort had nearly been enough for Xaden to light the entire volume on fire, but he’d settled for ripping that page out of his copy and letting Sgaeyl torch it.
You’d left it in yours as a reminder that these people are not on your side, nor will they ever be.
The running water stops, Xaden stepping back into the room a moment later. “You’re still studying?” He asks, rubbing at his hair with a towel. “You must be really into that book if you aren’t checking me out right now. I’m literally dripping.”
He’s a little offended that you don’t even look up as you answer.
“This is important, Xay. It’s a third of our final grade.”
He dries his hands on his pants, taking the book from your hands easily -- your grip on it has loosened with your exhaustion.
You protest, but he shushes you. “Why did Poromiel not unite with Navarre after the great war?”
It takes you a moment to respond, pushing through the sleepy fog to find the answer. “Religious differences”, you reply tiredly. “And their king did not want to share his throne with Navarre’s.”
“Good. When was the second Cygni Incursion?”
“328.”
“And the second Krovlan uprising?”
“434.”
He shuts the book, gathering your notes into a neat stack. “You know this stuff, darling. You’re going to pass this exam with flying colors and set the curve for the whole class, but only if you get some sleep.”
Materials now confiscated, you have nowhere to look except up at him, and your resolve immediately starts to crumble.
He’s ready for bed, dressed only in a pair of black sweatpants that drape across his hips and cover the muscle of his legs, but every other inch of skin is exposed; the relic swirling up his muscled arm, the definition of his chest and stomach, the broad expanse of his shoulders…
You’re too tired to jump his bones right now, but it would be nice to stop, to cuddle up with him, to fall asleep in his arms. Your schedules are packed with classes, studying, training, his wingleader duties, and your responsibility for the younger marked ones. It’s been nearly a week since you’ve been able to hold him for more than five minutes. His skin is always so warm against yours, and his mattress is certainly more comfortable than the hardwood floor…
You hesitate, still eyeing the book in his hands. “I don’t know…”
“Yes, you do. C’mere.”
You sigh, letting him pull you up from the floor. Your muscles sing in relief as you stand, your back aching from being hunched over for hours. You relax into him, resting your eyes for a minute.
“Go brush your teeth,” he encourages.
You don’t want to move from his arms, but three years of dating the boy has taught you that he won’t yield on matters of your health. You sigh, heading to the bathroom.
When you get back, he’s packing everything into your bag for tomorrow — or today, rather. You’d started studying after dinner, and now it’s well after midnight.
He helps you out of the day-old clothes and into one of his shirts and a clean pair of underwear -- you keep a few days of necessities here for moments like these.
You curl into his side, pulling the blankets overtop of you, and the swirling thoughts are replaced with the easy contentment that comes with being held by your partner.
“You’re going to do great,” he whispers, smoothing a hand over your back. “Just get some rest, okay?”
You don’t respond, already lulled to sleep by the steadiness of his heartbeat and the warmth of his arms around you.
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Idk if I’m doing this right but can u do a Chad Meeks Martin smut where she’s dating either Ethan or wes but her and chad have a secret enemies with benefits and she goes underwear shopping and Chad is there and there’s loads of flirting and stuff
I LOVED THIS REQUEST
little secret
MINORS DNI
Pairing: (Chad Meeks-Martin x Fem!Reader)
Content Includes: (Smut, cheating, slight voyeurism)
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Chad and Y/N’s relationship was…interesting to say the least. He had met her through Ethan, his roommate, and the moment he connected eyes with her all he wanted to do was rip off her clothes. His wish came true that night they met, and once he got a taste of her, he couldn’t get enough. There was one slight problem, she was dating Ethan. Neither of them were necessarily proud of what their little secret was, and it caused tension between the two around the others. To the others, they looked at their relationship full of hate. Oh how they were wrong.
Chad was having a bad day. It was Saturday, a guy like Chad was supposed to be having a good day full of drinking and hanging out with his friends. But, here he sat, alone in his kitchen. Ethan had left a few hours ago, with her, to go shopping. They invited Chad, well, Ethan invited Chad, but Chad didn’t want to be a third wheel once again. He also didn’t wanna have to stare at Y/N’s ass be groped by Ethan all day.
He groaned, once checking his phone again for any new messages. He pressed on Snapchat, instantly going to his private album. He scrolled through the photos of Y/N, her bare body starting to arouse Chad. He reached into his sweatpants, starting to stroke himself. He softly whined, and his thumb accidently swiped on the screen, pulling up the map. He immediately stopped stroking as he saw Ethan and Y/N’s bitmoji pop up right next to each other.
“Fuck me,” he groaned, taking his hand out of his pants.
He was starting to get heated, and he huffed as he shot Ethan a text.
Chad
Changed my mind omw
2:36 pm
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Ethan waved at Chad from a little table in the food court. Chad nodded as he walked over, dapping Ethan up.
“I’m glad you changed your mind.” Ethan said smiling, offering Chad some of his fries. Chad only smiled, taking a fry.
“Where’s Y/N?” Chad asked.
“She’s um-looking for underwear,” Ethan quickly said, coughing.
Chad laughed, but his cheeks grew warm. “Didn't wanna help her?” He asked teasingly. Ethan shook his head rapidly. Chad knew that the two had never slept together, so Ethan’s shyness was expected.
Ethan’s phone buzzed, and he flipped his phone over, face going pale as he read the message. “Shit,” He cursed, immediately standing to grab his stuff.
“What’s wrong?”
“I-I forgot I work a shift at three, shit. Can you-“ Ethan stammered, shortly being interrupted by Chad.
“I’ll drive Y/N home.” Chad assured him.
Ethan let out a relief of sigh, and quickly thanked Chad before leaving. Chad was suddenly thanking himself for coming here.
He looked around awkwardly for Y/N in the lingerie store. It was mostly full of women, some dragging their poor boyfriends along behind them. Chad’s eyes stopped on a mannequin, which was clad in a black lace set. The bra had a little pink rose on the center gore, and it had two black bows on the straps. The lace was see through, and Chad imagined Y/N wearing it, being able to see her nipples.
His eyes wandered down to the panties, which also had a pink rose on it. The panties were connected to a garter, which connected to thigh highs. Chad drooled at the set, only picturing Y/N wearing it.
“Can I help you, sir?” He heard a woman ask. He immediately spun around to the voice, embarrassed. He sighed as he saw Y/N.
“Yes actually, I was thinking about getting this for a special lady.” He joked, slightly smirking.
She snorted. “As if you have a special lady.”
Chad smiled seductively, checking their surroundings to make sure no one was in the same area as them, before grabbing at her hips. “I think I do,” he whispered, his head tilting.
Her eyes widened. “Chad, Ethan-“
“He left. Had a shift.” He interrupted. She let out a sigh of relief, and she pushed him away. Chad peeked at her shopping basket, looking at the sets of lingerie she threw in. “Can I see you wear them?”
“No, I told you yesterday.” She said sternly.
Chad remembered. The night before Y/N had called him, and she told him that their little ‘friends with benefits’ was over.
“I know you told me yesterday, but you see, I didn’t agree to it.” Chad sarcastically said.
She rolled her eyes at him, walking to the next section. Chad quickly grabbed the black set before following her.
“It’s not up to you, I can’t keep doing this to Ethan.” She told him, looking through pairs of thongs.
“Let me change your mind.”
“No.” She spat, grabbing the set out of his hands. She walked into the fitting room. Chad wanted to follow her in but didn’t want to seem like a creep, so he waited.
He scrolled aimlessly on his phone, watching a girl leave the fitting room. He heard shuffling, and a loud sigh. “Chad?” Y/N shouted from her room.
“Hm?”
“Can you,” another sigh. “Can you help me?”
He chuckled before standing up and knocking on her door. She opened it a tad, letting him in. “Alright babe, I’m here to assist-“
Chad’s mouth, figuratively speaking, was on the ground. She was wearing the set he had admired previously, but the garter was clipped on. His eyes immediately went to her breasts, and he practically drooled at the sight.
“Can you help me with the garter?” She asked, huffing as she tried to clip it on.
He nodded quickly, his hands instantly reaching to her thighs. He stuck his tongue out as he focused on clipping it on, but failed to do so. She let out a groan and slumped in the chair. Her hips slid towards his face, and her legs spread open. Chad’s eyes flicked up in between, and he felt himself get hard again.
“So, I know you said things were over, but, your vagina is quite literally in my face.” Chad said, looking up at her. She let out a slight laugh.
“What’re you gonna do about it?”
Oh.
Now that set off Chad.
His eyes turned dark, and he grabbed at her waist, causing her to yelp. He shushed her by smashing his lips on hers, and he practically ripped the panties off. She gasped at the cold air, and Chad grinded his hips into hers.
He picked her up in his arms, holding her ass with his hands.
“Chad-We can’t, We can’t do this here. Someone will hear,” she whispered, panting.
He only kissed her neck sloppily, and slowly pulled down his sweats and boxers. “Then I guess you’re gonna have to keep your mouth shut.”
Chad shoved his dick inside of her, instantly moaning at her warm feeling. He rocked his hips up into hers, and he squeezed her ass. Her hand flew to cover over her mouth, muffling her moans.
He thrusted his hips into her at a quick pace, burying his face into the crook of her neck.
“Fuck you always hug me so tight,” he whimpered.
She only moaned in response, wrapping her legs around his wait. His chest bounced as he moved, and he started to play with her tits. At this point, they were shameless, moaning and whining each other’s name, having no care in the world to who heard them.
“Chad,” she said, breathlessly.
He looked at her, still sliding his dick in and out of her smoothly.
“I’m gonna cum,”
Chad only chucked dryly, his ego boosted. “Already baby? What, poor thing isn’t used to this kind of treatment from her sweet boyfriend?” Chad mocked.
“Don’t talk about him while you’re- Ah! Fuck, while you’re inside me,” she protested.
“I bet he wishes he could fuck you like this. Hell, fuck you at all!” She started clenching around him even harder. “I bet he thinks about you when he touches himself, huh?” He whispered, teasingly.
Her eyes started to water at the spot the tip of his dick hit perfectly, repeatedly.
“I bet you think about my cock when you two make out. Do you baby? Do you think of your little secret’s cock?”
She nodded rapidly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he continued to pound into her.
“Are you gonna let me cum inside you baby? Like the good girl you are?” He whispered, his mouth pressed up to her ear. Again, she nodded desperately.
He grunted, rolling his hips into her a few more times before cumming inside of her, her finishing along with him. Chad looked down in between them as sweat dripped down his forehead. He half-smirked at the sight of his white liquid spilling onto the pair of panties. It was alright though, he had planned to buy them for her anyways.
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VALENTINE’S DAY.
pairing: modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader.
summary: on valentine's day everything seems to have a discount for couples, so why not pretend to be one to save some money and have fun?
content warnings: fake dating trope, hurt/comfort, pining, some mildly suggestive content, confessions.
note: hello, lovely reader ! i just want to say a few things before you start reading. this was one of my first ever works here on this app but in a different blog way back when i used to write for the marauders. this was actually a request sent to me from a prompt list i can’t find anymore, and it was about sirius black. i edited it the best i could, so you’re probably still going to see some very poor grammar and it’s because i’d just started writing in english and because of that it is completely normal for me to still have problems writing in a language that isn’t mine. i really hope you enjoy! reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated.
“YOU SHOULD COME WITH US.” your friend maris says, applying lipstick in front of her mirror.
“and be the third wheel?” you ask from your spot on her bed, flipping through the pages of a magazine. “it’s bad enough you are dating my brother.” sighing, you toss the magazine having lost all your attention. “besides, i’m sure aegon and aemond are on their way.”
at the sound of their names, cregan’s head appears in the door. “you didn’t hear?”
“what?” you roll your eyes.
“aegon has a date.” the couple says, looking at each other, and then you.
“he what? fucking traitor.” you get up, going for your phone. “didn’t even have the decency to tell me. but he’s go—aemond is calling me… i swear to the seven if he’s going to cancel our plans i’m goin’ to kill myself.”
cregan laughs, calling you a dramatic as he walks away.
“you heard?”
aemond laughs. “yea’, i played matchmaker.”
“aemond?!”
“stop being so dramatic, i’m on my way.”
“and who the fuck is his date?” you ask again.
you hear him sigh, but you really want to know who’s this girl your friend is ditching you for. “just a friend.” his answer doesn’t make you feel better at all. it’s silly but this tradition of the three of you eating junk food and watching slasher movies has been going on for three years. it all started the valentine’s day your useless ex-boyfriend dumped you and both of them cancelled their dates to stay with you. you never really thought this day would come.
“it’s okay, just one more reason to be mad about.” you collapse on the couch, going immediately for the remote to search for a movie. “you bringing the food, right?”
“about that…” you sigh, ready to be stood up. “maybe we should go out.”
“what?”
“just make sure to be ready by the time i get there.”
then the call cuts out.
maris and cregan look puzzled at you, asking what’s going on without actually asking. you shrug and that is the only answer you give them, because you really don’t know what his plans are.
and not even five minutes have passed when aemond is knocking on the door.
an expression of pure terror crosses your face and before cregan opens the door, you run to maris’ bedroom.
“what’s going on?” she asks, her dress half buttoned.
“aemond said something about going out,” you explain while going through her clothes. “and m’not going out in sweatpants.”
you find a red skirt that goes with one of your tops and with a little help from your raven-haired friend you have as a roommate, ten minutes later, with an “are you done?” coming from the living room, you are ready to go to wherever your friend is taking you.
aemond is chatting with cregan, neither of them aware of your presence, so you take the time to look at him… like really look at him.
he’s wearing his leather jacket, the one he got during sixth year at boarding school and hasn't taken off since then, the same one you used to see girls wearing all around campus when he was with them. never the same girl twice. aemond is dressed entirely in black and you can see his chest peeking out from his button down.
aemond catches you staring and looks at you with a raised eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips, only to show you what’s behind his back; a bouquet of roses. it’s part of the tradition but it still makes your heart beat faster. you accept it with a smile, smelling them and leaving the bouquet on the table.
you pout, crossing your arms. “are you going to tell me what you have planned?”
“nope, let’s go.” aemond grabs your arm, dragging you out of there.
“no, seriously, he’s kidnapping me and you’re not doing anything.” you protest, looking back at your brother who just laughs, waving you goodbye. “i’m telling mom and dad!”
the door closes behind you and you let him walk you out of the building.
“aaand?” you ask once more, walking down the street, your arm around his.
you see couples everywhere, a few of them with flowers and balloons, holding hands, radiating love. and a part of you wishes for something like that. maybe not the balloons and a lot less cheesy, but the commitment, the tender love, someone with whom you can share your thoughts with, your nights, your future. you want to feel the passion, the need to have someone kissing every part of you, worshiping your body, sleepless night with bodies intertwined. you don’t want a one-night thing; you want it all.
“there’s a restaurant with discount for couples and is giving dessert for free.” his lilac eye looks straight into yours, a lopsided smile on his face. “and i was thinking about eating there, then bring dessert home and watch texas chain saw massacre on your couch.”
“that sounds like a great idea.” you smile, walking beside him a little more excited than before.
“you know we’ll have to pretend to be a couple, right?” he stops walking.
you roll your eyes. “know your limits.”
“i’m serious!”
“i know you've been dying to kiss me since forever, but that’s only going to happen in your dreams.”
he brings a hand to his chest, feigning sadness. “you are cruel.”
you slap his arm, pushing him aside. “fine, but keep your hands to yourself. i’m not one of your groupies.”
“you could be.”
“in your dreams.” he just laughs, walking by your side.
neither of you spoke again, but every time his arm grazed against yours a cold shiver ran down your spine. and that is something you haven’t felt since seventh year, when you walked in on aemond having sex with a girl and couldn’t look him in the eyes for weeks. you weren’t exactly quiet, dropping the books was what gave you away, and the girl was focused on something else, that being her body being pushed against the bed, so the only one who saw you was him. you’d think he would stop, maybe feel embarrassed, right? that is not aemond targaryen. he just kept doing it, eye focused on yours, on the way you held your breath when he moved his pelvis a certain way making her cry out. you were frozen in place, your eyes going from the spot where their bodies met to his eyes, and it was only when he moaned something that sounded a lot like your name, you got out of there.
you couldn’t look at him, opting instead on avoiding him and all the questions from your friends. eventually, what you saw was left in the past, even though he tried to talk about it you didn’t give him the chance. you couldn’t. even if a part of you wanted to know what he was going to say, even if you spent the rest of the year dreaming about it, wishing to be one of those girls. even if you still want to be one of those girls.
“oh gods.” you say, stopping in front of a sushi restaurant full of valentine’s day decorations.
the host greets you and aemond immediately gets into character, hand going to your lower back, right where your top meets the skirt, leaving a few centimeters of bare skin. your whole body reacts at that and it’s like touching the sun.
the whole place is full of heart-shaped balloons hanging from the ceiling, the tables have red tablecloths with red roses in vases, and each one of them is named after a romcom.
“your table.” the host smiles, stepping aside.
“no strings attached? really?” you could cry at how cheesy, awkward and stupid everything is.
“i wanted that one with matthew mcconaughey because it is your favorite, love. but it was already taken.” he seems genuinely sad and you smile, fixing the collar of his button down.
“it’s okay, aem.” you kiss his cheek. “thank you.” you give the man standing in front of you a smile and sit in the booth. it’s discrete and you are grateful for that, not wanting to pretend the whole time you are going to be there, afraid of arousing suspicion.
“your waiter is going to be here any minute. if you’ll excuse me.” the host walks away and you can finally breathe normally.
aemond sits beside you and when you make eye contact, it’s impossible not to laugh.
“i can’t believe we are doing this.” you hide behind your hands, making him laugh even more.
“i knew you’ll like it.” aemond winks at you. “no, but really, i can’t believe how they do this.”
“and how people like it.” you pretend to throw up, and he laughs again. “but at the same time it’s kind of cute?”
“are you serious?”
“it’s cute to see couples enjoying this day, going to restaurants like this and enjoy each other’s company.” you shrug, playing with the rose petals, avoiding eye contact.
“you want that?” he asks, moving closer, creating a bubble around the two of you.
“yeah.” this time you look up, meeting his eye looking intently at you. “i’ve wanted it for a long time, but i think i’m not made for that.”
aemond must see the sadness on your face, because he places his hand on top of yours. you smile, feeling the sudden urgency to run your fingers through his hair.
“i know the right guy for you is out there, maybe you just need to pay more attention.”
“you think so?” you lean towards him, whispering.
“maybe what you’re looking for is… right in front of you.”
you smell the cigarettes and peppermint on his breath and are almost able to see and count all the freckles on his face, you just need to move a little closer to know if his lips are as soft as they seem.
“aemond targaryen?”
a third voice startles both of you, and just like that the moment has passed.
a blonde girl stands in front of the table and by the pad and pencil in her hands you know she’s the waiter. she has green eyes and a bright smile addressed to aemond.
“do you—you known each other?” you ask when a minute has passed and none of them has said a word.
“um, yeah.” aemond moves away from you, hands resting on his thighs.
“i think the word known falls short.” the girl giggles and you want to throw up.
“i thought you were off tonight.” it’s like you are invisible for him right now.
in any other circumstance you wouldn’t care, but not today. not right now, not after what almost happened a moment ago, because you’re a hundred percent sure that if this girl hadn’t shown up you two would be doing a totally different thing.
“i didn’t know you were in a relationship.” her green eyes look at you. “i mean, if i’d known i wouldn’t have gone to your apartment yesterday.” there’s poison in her words, she’s doing it on purpose to hurt you, and succeeding.
you chuckle, closing your eyes. why does it hurt?
aemond says something and you immediately let your guard down, allowing you to believe, and wish, and dream about things that most likely aren’t going to happen. ever.
you thought the little crush you used to have on your brother’s best friend had vanished, but one night with him was enough to know that aemond targaryen still has power over you. that’s why you are never alone with him; you don’t trust yourself.
you never made a big deal about it until that incident in seventh year. that was the moment everything changed. but you were able to get over it, or so you thought.
“it’s okay.” you smile, trying not to look at aemond at all. “we’re just pretending, aemond wanted to get the discount.”
she giggles again. “couples only, sorry.” she doesn’t look sorry at all. “i’ll give you time to look at the menu.” with a flirty little smile, she disappears.
“why did you do that?” aemond asks, touching your arm for a second before you move away. you don’t want him to think something’s wrong, but it’s a little hard for you to pretend you’re not hurt.
“did what?” you play dumb, pretending to look at the menu.
“why did you tell her we’re not together?”
you frown. “’cause we’re not? and you had sex with her yesterday, if we’re going to pretend at least let me have some dignity.”
“you are getting it all wrong.” he huffs, running his hands through his hair. “if you let me explain—”
“you have nothing to explain, aemond.” you say, looking at him and trying to swallow the urge to scream. “i know how you are, we’re friends, remember?”
“but—”
“you know what? i think i would rather order something from mcdonald’s and call it a night.” smiling, you touch his hand trying to make it look like everything’s okay and you don’t want to jump in front of the blonde girl and scratch her face. “you are more than welcome to join.”
you don’t give him time to say something else, standing and walking out of the restaurant in less than a minute. not bothering to look back to know if he’s following, all you want to do is choke on ice cream and watch a movie, the thing you should be doing tonight in the first place.
the night is cold, but it helps to clear your mind.
you’re not even a block away, when his voice makes you stop in your tracks. “i like you.”
you’re surprised by his confession, even a little flame of hope taking place in your heart.
“tonight was supposed to be fun.” aemond sighs, and you know he’s scratching his neck, something he usually does when he’s nervous. “but i messed everything up.”
you stopped breathing after his first confession, but you still can’t turn around because you’re a coward, not sure what to do with a confession you have been dying to hear for so many years.
“i didn’t have sex with her.” you hear his footsteps and, in a second, he’s in front of you, his fingers lifting your chin up, lilac eye locked fixed on your face. “and haven’t had any in a very long time.”
“what?” you can’t hide the surprise in your voice.
he chuckles. “i know i haven’t been good at showing it, but i’ve had a crush on you since forever.”
“stop messing with me, aemond.” you don’t want to believe him, you really want to walk past him and forget this night happened at all. but the part inside of you that still wants this to be real, won’t let you.
“m’not!” both his hands are now on each side of your face, the only thing you can see is his good eye, his lips, the longing on his face. “i’ve wanted to tell you for a very long time… seventh year, to be exact.”
your eyes open a lot more at that. “are you—”
“yes.” he chuckles, his cheeks a soft pink. “it was stupid, but i thought you would take the hint. after all, i moaned your name on purpose.”
“shut up!” your face is burning, you don’t even need a mirror to know you’re blushing hard. “you were having sex with another girl, aemond.”
“but i was thinking of you.”
“that does not make me feel better, y’know.” you step away from him, taking some distance.
“i know, i’m an idiot.”
you silently agree, not jnderstand anything, tonight has been a blurry, a lot of things happening in so little time. old feelings resurfacing, jealousy, heartbreak, happiness.
“but i like you too, idiot.”
his face lights up. “i knew.”
“you—what?” you frown, heart about to get out of your chest.
“i had a feeling.” he shrugs, slowly getting closer to you again, making sure you are not running away this time.
“are you serious?”
“i think i just buried ‘em because was sure nothing was ever going to happen. you were, well, you. and i was not willing to suffer because of those feelings.” your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers interlocking in his soft hair.
“i always thought you deserved much better. and i was a total coward, too afraid of not being what you expected.” he smiles, his hands going to your waist and caressing your soft and delicate skin, still burning for his touch. “and i kept denying it and denying it. denying that my heart beats faster every time you walk into a room, that i want to kiss you every time you laugh, every time you make fun of cregan, or cry watching animal planet, or talk about what you like and don’t like. that the only thing i’ve wanted for years has been to hold you in my arms and touch every part of your body, to make you feel what i feel. to show you what love really means, to show you things you haven’t experienced before. and just… to be by your side.”
all you feel is him, his calloused hands creating patterns on your bare skin, his peppermint breath, his warm, rich, woody scent engulfing you. and for the first time in years, you let those feelings rise to the surface. you let yourself burn for aemond targaryen.
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Hi! Could I maybe request a one-shot about about an autistic reader who’s been asked out as a joke a lot, so when Terzo genuinely asks they assume he’s doing it to be a jerk?
Hopefully you enjoy this one…apologies if anything isn’t exactly correct! -Death
Terzo Asking Out Autistic GN!Reader
You had heard quite a lot about the infamous third Emeritus son. He was charming, kind, flirtatious…some less kind words as well.
Though you weren’t bothered much by the rumours about people the other siblings wanted to date. At this point you pretty much decided you didn’t need romance due to how that often panned out in the past.
People thought it was funny to bet their friends to ask out the “weird kid”. Standing you up on dates all because it was a cruel joke to them. To them you couldn’t possibly feel anything.
Not since an asshole of a teacher outed you as being autistic. Stereotypes defining you to your peers despite it being a spectrum. The higher functioning end of the spectrum was where you were classified, though you did have some sensory issues surrounding the fluorescent lights in the classrooms and certain textures.
A substitute had outed your condition, asking in a very fake whisper about it. Which started the mockery and years of teasing. Years of your emotions being played with until you just gave up on the idea of anyone seriously asking you out.
Even after joining the ministry, romance wasn’t something you actively sought out. Fearing the same fate as in your younger years.
Though your eye was drawn to Terzo Emeritus.
The anti pope was flamboyant, charming, charismatic and…very attractive. Half the congregation was attracted to them. Wanting nothing more than to win his eye. To be his.
You kept to the background. There was always a chance you would simply get hurt again by an uncaring soul. Working quietly in the library among the shelves.
Not noticing the curious eyes following you in the hallways, the longing glances after you as you exited black mass. One green, one white eye filled with the desire to find you and talk to you. Terzo determined to get to know the stunning sibling which he never saw much of.
Which lead to them appearing in the library one day, paintless. Wearing nothing but a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a tight tank top carrying a stack of books. Placing them on your desk carefully and offering a gentle smile.
“Excuse me, sibling. Would you mind helping me put these away?”
You blinked a few times at the request but nodded, grabbing an empty cart. Not recognizing the man before you right away.
“Sure, split the pile in half so we don’t lose any.”
You instructed calmly, watching him move the books carefully. Grabbing a few cards you had made to help you find certain sections that were harder to distinguish. The man getting behind the cart to push it as you began walking.
The conversation between you both was mostly about the choices of books the man brought you. Though when you finally looked at his face you took note of the mismatched eyes.
Mid-rant about one of your special interests no less.
“O-Oh my Satan, I am so sorry Papa-!”
Terzo just smiled warmly at you as they shook their head to stop the apologies. Continuing to walk to the nest section.
“No need for apologies…I quite enjoy how much knowledge you have on the subject. I would love to hear more over dinner sometime soon.”
That particular phrase made you freeze in place, heart racing as you processed the request. The library suddenly felt far too small as you backed away. Terzo taking notice of your reaction and growing concerned.
“Sib-“
“I-I’m sorry Papa…but I just can’t do this again.”
You explained shakily before running from him. The satanic anti pope calling after you with wide eyes. Not that you bothered responding as you rushed away in tears of frustrated disbelief.
He would never seriously ask you out. No one would. No matter how kind or attentive he seemed listening to you before…
No one seriously asked you out.
After a few hours of hiding alone in your room, getting your emotions back under control, and wallowing in self pity you finally decided to walk through the gardens to clear your head. Going to a spot Primo showed you for when the world seemed like far too much.
An isolated fountain in a lonely corner. The sound of the water trickling down the intricate artwork calming your mind during smaller moments of overwhelming circumstances.
Though you froze seeing Terzo sitting there; painted up and staring into the water. Perking up once he saw you.
“There you are…I’ve been looking for you.”
They frowned as they noticed your red eyes, reaching out to offer a hug.
“Sit, tell me what or who has made you cry…”
You sniffled softly, debating taking the offer.
“Would you even care…? Is this all some trick just so you can hurt me too?”
His face softened as he pulled you into a tight hug, holding you to his chest. Their hand softly rubbing up and down your back with a tender whisper.
“I don’t care if you are different than other people…I know the pain of being mocked and ridiculed for something you cannot help. I would never toy with your heart like that…”
The sincere words made quiet sobs escape you as you hid in his chest. Their arms wrapped tightly around you as he offered the comfort you never thought you’d get.
It was no shock that you decided to go out with him after all.
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Written by Death.
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Big Spoon || Cole Caufield
Summary: Four times Cole was the big spoon and one time he was the small spoon.
Word Count: 1,840
Warnings: none (please let me know if you find any that i should add)
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a/n: this is gender neutral. hope you enjoy this! feedback is appreciated
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You and Cole had been friends for a few years and had been pining over each other. You met through some mutual friends and had formed a friend group with them and Cole. About once a month, your friend group would plan movie nights at someone’s place and this month, that someone was you.
You had planned everything thinking you were accommodating for everyone’s schedules, but the only person who could make it to the movie night was Cole. You didn’t mind that and neither did Cole, you two were extremely close and hung out with each other whenever you could.
You enjoyed the movie night, maybe a little too much as it was well past midnight and too late for Cole to go back to his place, so you offered to let him stay the night. You gave him a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt to wear, which he graciously accepted. After he changed, you watched him rearrange some throw pillows on one of your couches, creating a make-shift bed.
“What are you doing?” you asked, a confused expression on your face.
“Going to sleep.” Cole answered in a matter of fact way.
“Oh no, if you’re gonna sleep on one of my couches, then so am I.” You gathered two of your throw pillows and started to do the same thing as Cole did, but on the neighbouring couch.
“This is your place. Sleep in your bed.” Cole argued.
“I don’t want you sleeping on the couch by yourself.” You argued back. You knew neither one of you would get anywhere bickering like this, so you came up with a solution that hopefully Cole would agree to. “We’re grown adults, let’s both sleep in my bed, alright?”
“Okay.” He quietly said. “As long as it doesn’t bother you.”
“Cole, I wouldn’t have offered it if I wasn’t okay with it.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” He laughed softly. “I’ll, uh, let you get changed.”
Once you got changed into your pyjamas, you brought Cole into your room and you both awkwardly made your way into your bed. You both laid down, Cole facing you and you facing away from him, lost in thought. Taking a deep breath, you prepared for yourself to talk to Cole about what was on your mind.
“Hey Cole?” He hummed in response. “Can I talk to you about something?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“So,” you paused, not completely sure how to continue. “I have this friend who, uh, well, they like their friend who they’ve known for a few years and, well,” you did your best to try and hide the fact that you were talking about yourself. “they don’t exactly know how to tell their friend that.”
“Okay, um, I think they just need to sit their friend down all tell straight up them how they feel.”
“The thing is, they don’t want to just tell their friend what they feel because they’re afraid their friend doesn’t like them back.” He chuckled, catching on to what you were trying to say.
“I think their friend likes them back.” You turned to face him, confused at what he was admitting.
“Wait, what do you mean?”
“I understand what you’re doing.” Cole explained. “And I like you too.”
After some confessions and forehead kisses, you laid down facing away from Cole again, but this time with a slight smile on your face, your back pressed up against his front, and his arms around you. Unbeknownst to you and Cole, this was all due to your friends purposely being busy so that you two could possibly confess your shared feeling towards each other.
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On your one year anniversary, Cole asked if you wanted to move in with him and you happily accepted the offer. The first few months were amazing, but one day in your third month of living with Cole, you both were having a terrible day, Cole upset with how his practice went and you upset with the amount of work you were given, and you were both snapping at each other.
By the end of the day, you and Cole couldn’t stand to face each other, but neither one of you wanted to sleep on the couch, so you built a wall out of pillows in the middle of the bed. You faced away from Cole, eyes wide open, reminiscent of the first night you shared a bed with Cole. You hated being separated from him, even if you were mad at each other for snapping at one another. Right as you were about to turn around to destroy the pillow wall, you felt the pressure of the pillows be replaced by Cole’s body pressed up against your back and his arms wrapped around your waist.
“I thought-” you started.
“Shhhh…” Cole cut you off. “I love you too much to not hug you.”
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The day after yours and Cole’s not so great day, you had to actually do the crazy amount of work that you were being given. You had been doing your work throughout the entire day, only taking breaks to eat food, make coffee, and go to the washroom. Cole had a home game that night, which you desperately wanted to go to, but you had to do more work, so you decided to put on his game and sit on one of your couches while doing your work.
Throughout the first period, you continued to get no work done. Instead, your eyes were glued to the tv screen. You had gotten a bit of work done during the first intermission, but once the second period came back on, your attention had gone back to the game. Deciding to focus on your work, you lowered the tv’s volume took a large sip of your coffee you were drinking.
Despite the amount of caffeine you had consumed, you found your eyelids getting heavy and you were finding it harder to do your work. You set your laptop aside on the couch you were sitting on, placed a pillow behind your head, and wrapped yourself in a blanket. Okay, maybe you had overworked yourself, a five minute break couldn’t do you any harm.
After the game, Cole entered your home, expecting you to be sitting on the couch and waiting for him like you normally do when you don’t go to home games. Instead, he found you fast asleep in your make-shift bed. Your exhaustion caught up to you and you had missed the rest of the second period and the entire third period. Cole chuckled lightly as he made his way over to you. He closed your laptop and placed it on the coffee table.
Kissing you softly on the forehead in attempt to wake you up, he mumbled against your skin “Hi, I’m home.” Your stirred against his touch, not completely wanting to wake up. Upon noticing that Cole was the one waking you up, your eyes widened, remembering that you missed most of the game.
“I’m sorry,” you admitted. “I didn’t go to your game and then I missed most of it because I fell asleep and I didn’t even get all my work done and-”
“Don’t worry about it. You’re exhausted.” Cole helped you to your feet and brought you to your shared bed. He fished out your pyjamas and gave them to you, motioning for you to change. Once changed, you got into bed, Cole following you. After laying down, Cole pressed his front against your back and placed his arms around your body.
“Cole, I really am sorry about-”
“Don’t.” Cole cut you off a second time. “There’s plenty of other games you can go to.” He kissed the back of your head. “Goodnight, I love you.”
“I love you too Cole.”
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The night before Cole leaves for away games were always difficult. The day before the most recent away game stretch wasn’t as difficult as usual; you and Cole spent the entire day, minus his practice, together at your shared place. Normally, it was you who had a difficult time towards the end of the day about him leaving, but this time, it was Cole.
You usually made sure that Cole got to bed early, so he wasn’t tired the morning he had to travel, but you found yourself laying awake and facing the wall at one in the morning with a wide-awake Cole behind you, facing your backside, blabbering on about anything that his mind could think of.
“Cole, honey,” you started. “I love listening to you talk, but please stop talking.”
“Okay, I’ll stop talking.” He agreed to part of what you said, however, instead of talking, he wrapped his arms around you and began kissing your cheek that was facing the ceiling.
“That’s not what I meant! You need to sleep!”
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The next home game you went to ended not so greatly. The Habs lost terribly and Cole didn’t score or assist a single goal. The commute back to your shared place was silent. You could tell Cole was having an argument with himself in his head and you needed to assure him that the loss wasn’t his fault, but you also wanted to give him space to feel the emotions he was feeling.
Once you got to your place, you and Cole did your typical routine after coming home from a game, but this time, there was barely any conversation. The two of you got into bed, you facing Cole and Cole facing away from you. This wasn’t usual and you knew you had to say something.
“Cole, I-” you started before being cut off by Cole.
“I played so badly today.” He stated. “If I didn’t play so terribly, we would’ve-”
“Cole.” It was your turn to cut him off. “That’s not true.”
“But-”
“Just listen to me, alright?” Cole said nothing in response, prompting you to continue. “You weren’t the only player on the ice. How could it be entirely your fault if there was an entire team who played tonight?” You scooted forward so that you could press up against Cole’s back. Wrapping your arms around Cole, you softly pressed your lips against his head. “It was one bad game. You guys will figure out what went wrong and play better in the next game.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” You could tell Cole didn’t entirely believe you, but he understood what you said, so that was a start. After a comfortable silence, Cole spoke up again. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For making me feel better. I normally would’ve just moped around and felt bad about myself.”
“Of course Cole.” You kissed him on the back of his head again. “And no need to thank me. I’m your partner, that’s my job.”
“I know, but I still want to thank you.” You smiled at his words, knowing that he truly appreciated you. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You closed your eyes and fell asleep, feeling Cole’s abdomen rising and falling against your arms as he gently breathed.
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THIS ISNT A FINISHED STORY !! I JUST NEED OPINIONS.
hey y’all, it’s been a MINUTEEEEE since i’ve written anything omg. please read this and let me know if you think i should continue to write this story. it’ll be like two maybe three parts? idk just lmk what you think :)
there is nothing too crazy in this so far (no smut or anything yet. so i guess trigger warning swears?)
bully shikamaru who is so viciously mean to you :(
he makes fun of your glasses and outfit choices. you look homeless.. why are you wearing sweatpants to school? baggy clothes that make you look.. poor?
you’re disgusting in every way, him and his friends are sick of seeing you to the point where even bullying you becomes old.
you’re an absolute nobody.
and that changes come third year of high school.
you never tried with looking good in school because.. what’s the point? it’s a place to come and learn, to prepare for the big world.
but then you think about how you’re sick of being treated the way you do. being talked about behind your back. being beat up for the sole fact of your looks.
so when you decide to shop for new clothes, try new skin care and makeup, a new hairstyle, you see the difference in yourself. the confident oozing from your eyes. your posture straightening out.
you look good.. better than the popular girls that hang around shikamaru and his friends.
first day of school arrives and it’s finally time to make some friends, enjoy high school like every other normal kid teenager.
when you walk in people are staring and whispering.
“is that a new girl?”
“who is that?”
“dude she’s so hot!”
the chattering amongst everyone doesn’t go unnoticed. it’s overwhelming with how much positive attention you’re getting considering how much negative attention you used to get.
and then you walk past shikamaru and the rest of his shitty group of friends.
they all turn around and stare at you. it’s like you’re in a movie and this is your big corny slow motion scene. you walk forward without sparing them a glance. flipping your hair over your shoulder and turning the music in your headphones up.
from the corner of your eye you can see naruto and kiba gawking at you, the popular girls glaring at you, and shikamaru eyeing you with the same bored expression on his face he always has.
you smile to yourself as you walk into class, taking a seat at the back corner and glancing out the window. first day of your third year of high school and so far it’s already been a success.
the home room teacher comes in introduces himself, opting his students to say their name and an interesting fact about themselves. when it’s your turn you stand and place a piece of hair behind your ear. “hi i’m y/n y/l/n.. and uh an interesting fact about myself is i enjoy reading manga.” you bow and sit down. everyone’s eyes still on you as they yet again whisper amongst themselves.
“that’s y/n??”
“she looks so different.”
“what happened to her over summer break?”
lunch period comes around before you know it and you’re debating on leaving school to get lunch or hiding somewhere.
but it’s a new school year right? you should try new things and stop hiding from everyone.
walking out of the school entrance you spot shikamaru and his friends sitting in the parking lot, talking amongst themselves about who knows what.
you only hope they don’t notice you as you scurry by and try to leave.
to your dismay they do see you and sai calls you over. “hey you! get over here.”
fuck. here we go again.
you walk over with your head held high. “is there something that you need?”
“what? you think you’re all high and mighty now because you got ‘prettier?’” the most popular girl in school speaks. ino. you hate this bitch. “you don’t even look that good. all you did was take your glasses off and put on sluttier clothes.”
“are you done yet? lunch period’s only an hour and i gotta get something to eat.” you pass a glance at each of them, who are completely dumbfounded by your change of character.
once no one says anything you make your way out of the parking lot, walking to a near cafe up the road.
(btw this isn’t the end of the first chapter this is only half lol)
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Grey sweatpants
(first post pls lmk if u like)
SMUT WITH PLOT UNDERCUT
We were stuck , Clay forgot his clothes and we were already and hour thirty into the ride, due to both of us stressing about meeting Clays family for the first time introducing ourselves as a couple, but since we were too worried about having to see his mother after lying to her about being just friends.
Our only hope had to be going to the store but why would a shop for the necessities have dress pants or even sweats.
‘They are all only grey’ Clay complained
‘Well i’m happy with that’ i commented standing next to him smirking.
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‘Clay!’ His mother exclaims and i get a similar greeting as Clay
‘Sorry about his pants Clay decided to forget his bag full of them at home.’ I tell her so i’m sure she understands why he won’t be wearing something smart but he never does so there’s no surprise.
‘Don’t be silly, we are just happy to see you both.’ She smiles
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‘I’m guessing you guys are going to sleep in Clays old bedroom?’ She asked cheerfully
‘I mean if it’s not a problem.’ i question
‘I’m perfectly fine with you joining me there might be enough space..’ Clay laughs i want to aswell because we have a house together and sleep in the same bed everyday.
As we got up to his room we both settled Clay changed from his ‘fanciest’ grey sweatpants to more comfy ones he bought
i was sat on his childhood bed staring at this man in awe because his comfy sweatpants were just as hot as his fancy ones
i then realised in that same moment that i wanted him.
he saw me staring and came closer to the edge of the small bed to give me a kiss as he hunched over i pulled his shirts neck and he deepens the kiss and starts to fight his tongue into my mouth, i don’t fight it instead i let him in just like i spread my legs to let him kneel his leg between my legs a perfect fit.
as i pay more attention to his lips and tongue he then presses his leg in between my legs up to my heat
i moan into his mouth and try to pull away to clench my teeth but he moves into my space to place his forehead on mine and whispers
“if you want this i need to prep you baby.”
i moaned at his words feeling helpless there was no way i would say no but it was awkward in his childhood bed
“please do” is all i exhale after he gets the clear he spurs so eager to get inside of me but remembers how much it would hurt straight away
he undoes my fly and buttons off my jeans and leaves my panties on so he can kneel down on the floor in between my legs and kiss my thighs
i respond to his touch by bucking my hips and moaning and i try to get him to hurry up because we both want this as bad as each other
“i know baby” he says whilst kissing my thighs and gripping my ass
he taps my hips not get me to lift up and i do and he pulls my panties down so now below the waist i’m naked with my legs spread in front of him
i must have thought he would go crazy and start eating my out straight away but he teases his hands close to my heat breathing on it and leaving hickeys on my thighs
a needy look into his eyes and my noises got him to start his hot tongue laps my heat as he takes his hand and rubs my clit
it doesn’t last long until he pushes me up the bed and flips my on my stomach ass up so he can finger me
i moan as he stretches me out with his thick finger which he curls and it makes me clench around him and he adds another finger and then scissors my opening to stretch me out enough for his dick
there’s no need for lube since i’m so wet for him but he takes his fingers out and gets me to hold three in my mouth shallow but just enough to collect spit so i know the third will hopefully be the last stretch so i can take his cock
he removes his fingers from my mouth and i whine i wouldn’t mind having his fingers in my mouth all day
“another time baby i promise” he says low just enough for me to hear and i smile to myself
he brings his fingers back to my entrance and adds the two back and the third threateningly close, i know i have to prepare for it so i relax and let him work me
i muffle a moan into the pillows as the third finger enters and he grabs my arched lower back and pounds his fingers in and curls then and i cress over
“please don’t stop i’m so close” i stutter through a moan and heavy breathing he only laughs because he knows only he can do this to me
my lower stomach pulls tight and my whole body threatens to curl in on myself but i let him guide me through my orgasm as i keep moaning and whining into the pillows as i nearly drool whilst he overstimulates me
“are you okay?” he asked as he flips me around to my back as he searches my flushed face
“so good” it takes me a while to get my breath back but i can’t wait to get him inside me when i see his half hard cock outline in his sweatpants so i bend my knees to get him closer and kiss him
he fights for dominance in my mouth which i let him take as he starts to move his sweatpants down just mid thigh but he then pulls out of the kiss to grope my tits realising he hasn’t got them out because we cannot have sex till my tits are out
i help him take my shirt and bra off and he immediately pushes forward to my boobs and toys my nipples with his teeth i squeeze my eyes shut but quickly open them as he slightly bites down only to get my attention
i look down to see him staring at me and i shoot him daggers
he kisses my boobs and sits up getting his cock out and pumping himself glancing at his cock and at my face
i’m in a trance watching him take care of me
he lifts my thigh up and keeps his cock close to my entrance and looks at my face searching i nod at him and he pushes his cock in me i scrabble to cover my mouth whilst i moan and he just stares down at me like he doesn’t care about his whole family hearing me
he keeps hold on my thigh to get a better angle of my entrance as he keeps thrusting into me at a relentless pace and perfect rhythm just to keep my whole body bouncing and the bed creaks every move he makes
i clench around him feeling my stomach tighten for the second time tonight and i tap his wrist and moan to let him know because i don’t know if i can even form a sentence without moaning
he must get the memo because he pounds into me and with his other hand rubs my clit to get me closer
my orgasm comes quick and i squeeze my eyes shut as my back arches and my stomach tightens and my toes curl as i release on his cock
he groans as i cum on him and he breaths heavy and i know he is going to cum too which he does and gives me a few more thrusts then watches himself pull out
he then lifts my waist to watch our cum spill out of my entrance
“i should’ve know i think it’s a kink” i told him as he stares at me and gets up and leaves to room
i sigh and go onto my phone.
when he comes back he has a towel water bottle and snacks perfect.
i grab the water bottle and sit up as he works on my pussy and cleaning it up
i chug most of the bottle and he puts on my pyjamas and pulls up his sweats.
i have to look away so we don’t have to go for round two, i’m too tired for that
speaking of tired i fall asleep straight away in a bed that is perfect for me probably too small for clay
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I am OBSESSED with Spider-Man Suguru …. YOUR MIND
he's such an ominous figure when he's got the mask on but turns into a nerdy grump when he takes it off. kinda wanna see him in thick-rimmed glasses and sweatpants, lazing around and recuperating from his latest mission. sleep deprived and a little weary, the languid motion of him tossing and turning in a creaky bed made up of duvets and pillows he's stacked strategically, covers pulled over the bird nest atop his head. doesn't want to think about detangling on his off day.
but you like the suit. always had. in another life, you see him crouched on a rooftop, silhouette highlighted by a neon sign, rain pelting against him. how menacing. suguru's got angst brooding within him. withholding the chance to move on, or rather he doesn't intend to. so what if he's become obsessive, talking to screens and dreaming about you. modeling his holographic companions after your figure, your face, your voice. spent forever getting it just right. coding a line or two or a hundred and changing the input repeatedly. the first draft appears before him then. not too nice, not too mean. perfection glowing before him with the same smile you wear, flittering over his shoulder, snuggled up to his cheek, fitting in the crook of his palm as you give him updates on everything. "they're having a sale at the supermarket," says virtual assistant you, and he actually does make a trip there. buying himself a nice box of stock for dinner before he realizes that it's the first time he's actually made himself a meal. a year late but still, it's better than takeout or vending machine natto.
although, he would still prefer a tangible, physical you that isn't made up of glitching pixels. to caress skin and flesh, kiss the very breath from you and feel it graze his own lips. puffing out gasping cries and guttural moans, exhaling his name in exaltation, he'll swallow them up.
he's had a bad day. you can tell because he's abandoned the hot meal and even hotter shower for this. storming towards you with heavy steps and his heavy breaths puffing through his mask. why should you fear spiderman. hero, and saviour of the world. that he's been teasing you, taunting you. so what if he's got your wrists tied up around a tangle of webs. only after he's pulled from you a scream and the third orgasm of that night do you wonder.
spandex serves its purpose when it's hugging muscled arms so strong, bending and straining tight as he cages in, looms above you, his weight steady you can't help but to surrender to how good the pressure feels. the tilt of his head is condescending, enough to show you he isn't impressed, "you made a mess," suguru doesn't even try to be sympathetic. merely stating it as if it was all your fault for squirting all over his oh-so-precious suit. you'd question him on the occasion at hand, he'd been the one who wanted you to come undone on his dick.
legs locked tight behind him, his cock slides in just that bit further, deeper. a surprised squeal slipping past your lips. "easy now," you used to tease whenever he's gotten too eager, too hungry. but you're at a loss for words when the roles are reversed here. especially when the sharp point of his fangs skim over a patch of skin he's come to know as one of your most sensitive spots. right where it won't hurt you too much, he determines where they should sink in and leave behind no more than two perfectly formed puncture wounds, no bruising, no blood. well, maybe just a little, the iron tang he laps at is addictive. is alive.
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fucking your neighbour (18+) - sub!aki x reader
PAIRING. sub!aki x afab!reader
LENGTH. 2.3k words
CONTENT. 18+. neighbour!au. dom!reader x sub!aki. aki w/ praise kink. lots of moaning. aki touching himself for you. your titties get a bit abused. fingering. unprotected sex. riding aki.
SYNOPSIS. aki complains about you making too much noise, but you hear him moaning your name one night. you go up his door to give him the best fuck of his life.
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You hear an impatient knock outside your flat. Through the peephole, you are both relieved and worried to see the same tall figure you’ve been getting a little too familiar with lately. You open the door and let out an awkward smile.
“Hello, Aki…”
“Good evening. This is the third time I’m asking you to make less noise.” the guy says dryly.
Aki moved in the vacant room next door a few weeks ago. Your first time meeting was a lot more amiable. He was quiet, but not unfriendly. Quite the good-looker, too. Seeing him taking in his boxes, all sweaty and out of breath under the summer sun, it did a number on you. You offered him a glass of water, which he politely gulped down. However, as the days went by, or the nights more exactly, you’ve come to realise that the walls are quite thin. The first time he visited to ask you to make less noise, he acknowledged how improper it was to knock on someone’s door in the middle of the night. Unfortunately it was not the last time he had to do that.
He's at your door in his sleepwear – an oversized shirt and sweatpants – a conservative outfit, but through which a satisfying silhouette can still be drawn out under all the fabric. He stares at you irritated with tired eyes. Poor man just wants to sleep.
After his last warning, you are quiet as a mouse, barely going around. Each time you have to get up at night, you tiptoe and cruise in slow-motion. It probably makes you look unbelievably stupid, but at least your hot neighbour is no longer complaining.
You never bump into him again, and the only clue that shows he is still well and alive is the laundry he hangs out on his balcony. It varies from sober t-shirts to white button-ups. Probably works in an office. But, shameful as it is, what catches your eye most today, are his underwear. He owns several pairs of black boxers he thoughtlessly cycles through. How boring. Nonetheless, you can’t help but wonder how he’d look, wearing nothing but that, how fitting they’d be, how his bulge would look in them. Before the picture of your fantasy can even turn into focus, Aki himself steps out on the balcony for his morning smoke. You freeze, deer caught in the headlights. But, Aki is even more taken aback than you.
“Morning;” he mutters. He likely feels awkward facing you after all that complaining. Seeing how quiet you’ve been, he can tell you’ve been trying hard not to disturb him. “Mh. Do you mind?” pointing at his cigarette, still nested in the corner of his mouth. “Oh, go ahead…” your cheeks burning up. You can’t believe just a second ago you were thinking a bit too hard about what he looked like in the underwear, floating proud in the wind like a raised flag. You want to crawl back inside but don’t want to strike it as him scaring you off either, so you just keep stretching, in the awkward silence. As absurd as it feels, you feel like he’s occasionally catching glimpses of you, picking up anything about you, your profile, your silhouette. He finally finishes his smoke after what felt like ages, bids you goodbye and goes back in.
That night, you go to bed early. Aki being all you can think about, you're hoping to move on to something else by knocking yourself dead asleep. However, getting in bed early does not mean being able to fall asleep early. You toss and turn before resolving to stare at your ceiling and face how awkward things were this morning on the balcony. If you hadn’t woken him up so many times, he’d be a lot friendlier. Maybe you could've asked him out then. Frustrated at the papery walls, you silently kick your sheets.
Once you’ve settled down, your mind drifts to smaller details of the interaction. The boxers. The cigarette hanging on his lip. His discrete gaze.
Dammit. What a sexy motherfucker.
You drag your hand to your chest, and imagine it’s Aki palming it, with the same hand that lights up his lighter. Your feet curl up. Your other hand finds its way to your thigh. He’d look so pretty beneath you, breathless, his stern gaze melted with lust. The thought makes you let out a soft exhale. You imagine how dishevelled he would be as you suck him off slowly and teasingly. More low hums come out your mouth. But you stop dead in your tracks when you hear something.
A sigh. No. A murmur.
You listen closely.
It’s a moan.
It’s a moan that takes your breath away. In the stillness, you hear more of it come out. Fapping sounds. Your mind goes blank. Good lord, it’s Aki. Judging by the sound and the speed, he’s jerking himself. You’re embarrassingly relieved he’s doing it alone. Muttered words travel through the wall. He’s holding his voice back as much as he can. You can only discern a string of “Fuck” escaping through his teeth.
You become worried about how even the quietest sounds can be heard next door, and understand Aki’s nightly complaints a lot better. Everything sounds like it’s in the same room. However, your worries are flood out by his low voice. The sound is hotter than you’d like to admit, and lewd images fuel your mind. You can see him: sat on his couch, hands in his pants, stroking his length, eyelashes fluttering, mouth twisted.
You gulp down harshly. Before you even realise it, your underwear is soaking wet.
You don’t move, too afraid he’d hear you too. Perhaps he already has.
However, through the mutters, you make out something that shocks you even more than the whole ordeal already does. You hear your name. Slip out his mouth.
Is he insane, you ask yourself. Your brain is fried. You slide on your slippers and make way to his door. Two clear knocks. “It’s me.” you call out. There’s a long silence. You can’t hear a thing. He is taking a while to get the door. You’re starting to panic, regretting knocking on his door for no reason. Maybe he was just thinking about someone with the same name? Maybe I’m thinking too highly of myself? What if he ignores me at his doo-
Before your last thought even finishes, the door is whipped open. Aki’s in his work clothes. Shirt buttoned up, pants straight. He looks like he literally just came home. But his shirt is freshly wrinkled, tucked in his pants in a rush. Cheeks rosy, skin dewy, his breath is short and panting. He doesn’t say anything. His steel blue eyes flicker with fear, guilt. And excitement. The silence answers enough of your questions.
You snap. You slowly press your hands into his chest, pushing him back into his home, and he lets you do. The door cleanly closes behind you. And you’re suddenly in a dark room.
“Did you call my name on purpose, knowing I might hear you?” you ask sternly as you drag your fingers across his chest.
He inhales sharply, and says almost in a whisper, “There was a chance you wouldn’t hear me. Another chance you’d do, but ignore me.” You step closer. “And another that’d you’d react to me calling your name.”
You laugh softly, “And you were the one complaining about me making noise?” You can hear him smile, relieved.
His fingers brush your arms, sending shivers down your spine, and admits, “When I heard you…”
“That got you hard? Mmh?” you caress just as gently his linen pants. You can feel him brick hard. “Did you know I was imagining all sorts of things with you ?” you tease. You can draw out his shocked expression in the night.
He pauses before asking, “What did you think about ?”
“Well, first… I thought about how you’d look like in your tight little boxers.” fingers undoing his silky button up, wrists grazing his nipples. The discarded shirt reveals a smooth chest. You can see it puff up with each inhale. It’s cute how hard he’s trying to control his breath, erratic before everything happening before his eyes. You caress his arms, tracing every line and definition, fingertip like a water drop trickling down his skin. His lips flatten, forbidding him from making any ungracious grunts. His eyes are locked on you, but you can feel them haze as you touch him. You play with the hem of his pants and catch sight of the boxers’ width band peaking through. You grin. His stomach rises up and down. His expression is expectant, he can’t wait for you to take them off. But instead, he’s suddenly deprived of your touch. You walk to his couch, plop yourself onto it, “Keep doing what you were doing before I came in.”
Aki is planted where he is. “Be good, and touch yourself.” you order. He gulps, and undoes his pants, dropping to pool around his ankles. You’re relishing in the sight. He looks even better than what you’ve imagined. He leaves his pants on the floor and rests on a chair. You have VIP full front view. Your intense stare only makes his cock harder. He rubs his clothed bulge as if it could release some tension. His hand finally dives in his boxer and gives his shaft a few pump. He seems incredibly sensitive, having to touch himself again before you. He inhales sharply as his strokes become more consistent. His cock is pulled out for more freedom. Your eyes can’t help but glimmer at the sight. It’s girthy, and just the right size. You're salivating. His face distorts as he rubs his angry red tip in his palm. Oh, how you’ve dreamt to see him finally break his permanent neutral expression. You simply cross your legs, lean back into the leather couch, and enjoy the show. Your panties are dripping wet at this point, if you were to stand up, it just might leak down your thighs.
“You are so handsome,” you praise, “so sexy, so good, so precious.” His eyebrows knit closer together at your words. His mouth hangs sluttily. He lasts a lot longer than you expect, and finally cums in his hand, not without a few quiet moans.
He’s knocked out from his climax. You walk over to him. You clean him up, straddle him, careful not to hurt him, and nest your ass on his welcoming lap. He cradles you in his arm before kissing you feverishly. Mouth open, lips glistening, tongue sliding.
“You’re a great kisser”, you manage to say between two kisses.
“Not as good as you”, he lets out quickly before taking you in again. You bite his lower lip and pull. He moans deliciously. You’re having the time of your life. And so is he. “I've liked you since the glass of water” he tells whilst still devouring your lips.
“Wait, really?” you pull away. He looks like he can't hear anything, wanting to kiss you again, but comes back to his senses.
“Yes, and I'd go crazy when you'd open the door in those shorts” he says as he plays with the hem of them.
“What, you perv'! Did you knock on my door in the middle of the night just for that?” you hit his chest jokingly.
"No, you really were making a ruckus. Were you rearranging your furniture every night ?" The both of you laugh.
You recompose yourself as you lift up your shirt and uncover your chest, “I also thought of you fondling my tits”. He’s almost drooling. He blows on your chest. The cold air makes you wince. His hands hovers them, feathering your erect nipples. Soon, he’s kneading your boobs harshly, his long fingers sinking into the softness. You buck back your hips into him and hold onto him tighter. His mouth latches onto them. He sucks, bites, licks, and sucks them more. You can’t believe your tits are getting violated by your neighbour. You add a “Finger me, too.” to his task list. He doesn’t miss a beat and snakes his hand down your belly to your thigh before coming back to your pussy. You can feel him smiling against your breast as his fingers are immediately coated in your arousal. You tell him how you want to be touched: one finger in whilst the hand slams against your clit. He promptly gets the memo and starts fucking your walls exactly how you like it. Your moans are already slipping out. His mouth and hands all work hard to please you. You bury your face in his hair. It smells like shampoo. You rejoice. He even smells nice. You’re starting to feel your high coming. Walls tightening, heart rate skyrocketing. But you immediately command him to stop. His body freezes. You tell him, “I will fuck you till you can’t stand”. He can’t tell if it’s a threat or a promise, but he can’t wait.
He rubs his dick against your pussy, coating it with your arousal, before angling it at your entrance. You sit down slowly on him and feel your walls stretch deliciously around his juicy cock. He whips his head back in pleasure. As soon as you adjust to him, you begin bobbing up and down on his lap and fucking him good. Lewd sounds and wet slaps bounce on the room’s walls. You can feel your high coming up again, and this time you will cum hard on his dick. You increase your pace, willingly overstimulating him, using him like a living dildo. Aki is holding onto dear life. His length scrapes your insides so good, your walls clench around him as you ride out your high. He keeps chanting your name as quietly as he can when he finds himself on the edge of his high too. He's bucking up his hips into you, plundering your pussy. You're cumming a second time with him. Your walls are clenching so hard around his dick. His moans turn into whimpers, soft mewls, gibberish flowing out his mouth as he slowly pumps into you and fills you with his cum.
“Ah- Fuck… Fuck me.” His cheeks are flushed, almost feverish. His eyes are looking at your face, but man probably can’t register a thing. You kiss him chastely.
“We’re nowhere near done, boy”, you smile.
it's difficult to create a sexy but not completely unrealistic scenario for strangers to lovers!
#aki hayakawa#chainsaw man#aki#aki x reader#aki x y/n#aki x you#sub aki#chainsaw man smut#smut#dom reader#sub character#aki smut#csm smut
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From the banter fic prompts #14 "who does this belong to" pretty please
short silly fluffy domestic andreil for you my friend! thank you for the ask <3
“Who does this belong to?” Aka the disagreement over sharing clothes sometime in the distant future.
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“You are long past the days of being a liar,” Andrew was lazily folding laundry at the end of the bed as he insisted on continuing the meaningless play argument they’d started earlier. One pile next to him was freshly dried clothes Neil had washed earlier, the other side haphazardly folded clothes Andrew simply refused to fold neatly. “Admitting it to yourself is the first step.”
“I have nothing to admit.” Neil held his hands up as he sat with his back to the headboard of their bed. It was one of those days full of nothing but chores, the day of the week in which they had to force each other to complete the menial domestic tasks that kept their home running smoothly. He was trapped by the cat on his lap, of course, his excuse as to why he wasn’t helping Andrew with the folding. Both of them were comfortable in their sweatpants and pyjamas, and a record played softly from the living room. “We’ve been sharing clothes since my sophomore year. I’m telling you this argument is invalid.”
Andrew paused and pointed at the hoodie Neil was hearing. Neil took the strings in his hands and smiled, his head cocked to accompany the cheeky grin. “That is mine.”
“This is ours,” Neil corrected him, and Andrew shook his head as he placed down the T-shirt in his hands. “Not yours.”
“I specifically remember buying that before a game in New York because all the clothes I’d packed were too thin, and it was cold.” Andrew said, then re-corrected Neil. “It is mine.”
“So, whose t-shirt are you wearing right now?” Neil nodded towards the beige top Andrew had pulled off the floor that morning.
“My own.” Andrew said, nonchalant, knowing Neil hadn’t succeeded in proving his point. “Because I bought it without explicit intent for it to belong to the both of us. I bought it for me. You can wear it if you want, but it’s still mine.”
“Bad example, then, because I’ve never worn it.” Neil leaned forward and pulled a sweater out of the pile of clean clothes that he knew both of them adorned pretty often. “Who’s is this?”
“Yours.” Neil tutted in disagreement, and Andrew waved the reaction off. “Just because we are living this domestic nightmare doesn’t mean we have to become the same person, you know. You can just settle for saying you like wearing my clothes.”
“But I’m not wearing your clothes.” He folded up the sweater to help out, throwing it onto the already-folded pile. “That’s our sweater.”
“If you say so.” Andrew shrugged and threw a T-shirt at him. It disturbed the sleeping cat, who jumped off the bed and skittered away on the hardwood floors. “Who does that belong to?”
Neil held it up and looked at it. “Both of us.”
“That’s yours.” Before Neil could put the tee down, Andrew threw another, causing him to drop it anyway as the second article of clothing hit him in the face. “And who does that belong to?”
Neil recognised it without having to look. “That one is mine. I’ve never seen you wear it.”
“You are so close to getting it.” Andrew threw two more at him in quick succession, and Neil laughed as he struggled to catch them both. “Rapid fire. Tell me, Neil, who do they belong to?”
“This one is yours because it’s too big for me.” Neil held them both up, dodging another one being thrown his way. “This one is ours, and that one,” he nodded at the third one that had gotten caught on their headboard. “That one we both wear, so it’s both of ours too.”
“Yes, no, no.” Andrew caught them with a soft, barely there smile, as Neil hurled them back his way. “You bought the second two, so they’re yours.”
“But you love that one.” Neil gestures towards the one his boyfriend was currently folding. Andrew pouted, neither agreeing or disagreeing, even though he knew the statement was true. “You always wear it. Is it too romantic to just admit that there are some things in this life that belong to the both of us, together?”
“Our home does.” Andrew tilted his head back and forth. “Our cats do. There are things we bought as equals that belong to both of us. There are pieces of clothing,” he held up a hoodie as an example. “That we bought together. Although it may come as a surprise to you, the things you buy these days do actually belong to you.”
“Sure,” Neil leaned forward to pair together some of the socks that sat with the pile. “But normal couples share things.”
“And we do share things,” Andrew nodded. “My point is that if we ever had to go our separate ways again, there’s things you would take, that if I asked you right now who they belonged to, you would say both of us. That’s all.”
“Oh, so it’s like, you’re just covering your ass for when we break up, is that it?”
“I meant if you transferred teams, dumbass. But if that’s where your mind takes you, then maybe you and I should have a conversation.” Andrew said. Neil didn’t bother to argue and just shook his head at the suggestion, still smiling as he tucked one sock into the other. “I just don’t agree that everything we share has to belong to the both of us.”
“That’s your opinion. I just don’t have to agree with it, either.” Andrew placed the empty laundry basket on the floor and picked up the pile of folded clothes to put them away as Neil spoke. “But truthfully, you only think that because it means you can still say that you like how your clothes looks on me. I know that’s it.”
“Maybe you’re right.” Andrew tucked the t-shirts into a drawer. “Maybe you’re wrong. Usually wrong.”
Andrew knew there was some semblance of truth to what Neil had said, and Neil knew it too. They would argue about it again, at some point. For now, they agreed to disagree, and Andrew tucked away his own hoodies.
Neil put away their socks.
#this is so silly but I love them being domestic okay#they were born to do chores together and argue about the stupidest things#THAT is them being happy!#andreil#neil josten#Andrew minyard#aftg prompts#aftg#tfc#mine
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