#his tank is already good and p big but i want him to have a little more room yknow

[inkyray]

INKED

MATT STURNIOLO

a/n: this is my first oneshot and i deadass have no idea what im doing, go easy on me. im so used to writing full stories i kind of struggle with stand alone oneshots but yeah, i appreciate constructive criticism

3.6k words

warnings/content ahead: the bitch is getting tattooed yall, smut, p in v, brief fingering, degrading, hair pulling, the plot that leads up to the smut is longer than the smut itself ☠️

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You felt the prickly needle press ink in and out of your flesh, it spared small stings that you didn't exactly hate. Nick sat on his living room couch not far away from you, but still far enough to raise his voice a little so you could properly hear him. He had a good bond with the tattoo artist, and she didn't mind coming to his house to ink him up.

Nick sat with his short sleeve rolled above his shoulder, revealing a tattoo he had just got done with. His shoulder is sore and red, covered in a layer of antibiotic ointment and plastic wrap. Earlier today he had invited you over, since he knew how long you've been wanting a tattoo, and you had decided you know what, fuck it. You tagged along. You and Nick are close, he's one of your only best friends in LA, since it isn't really where you're originally from. You two would hang out any chance the other was free.

It often got annoying for his other brothers how much you were around, but they had caught a quick loving for you and found the place empty and weird when you weren't there, considering how much you were with Nick.

The buzzing of the tattoo machine filled the silent void before it was interrupted by a TikTok Nick was watching on full volume, making you two laugh as the tattoo artist held down on your waist to keep you from messing her up. You were getting a tramp stamp tattoo on your lower back, your sweatpants folded right on where your underwear begins.

A few minutes pass of just buzzing, your stinging skin, loud TikToks, and the smell of antiseptic.

"We should make a TikTok." Nick announced after a while. You raise an eyebrow, "Now?" you wondered. Nick nods, taking the throw blanket from off of him and getting up. "I don't know Nick, kind of in the middle of getting a tattoo." You smiled up at him as he got closer. You were laying on your stomach, your body against the black leather chair wrapped in plastic, but your elbows kept the rest of your body that weren't your ribs, up, so you could use your phone.

"Oh please, you look hot as hell right now." He stood, chuckling. You rolled your eyes. "Nick. I'm in sweatpants and a tank." Nick looked at you from his phone, tapping a few things on there which you assumed had to do with TikTok. He quite literally sighed. "You are so unaware of yourself, girl."

You shrugged and blew him a kiss. "So TikTok or nah? I want to do, like a transition of our tattoos and us lip syncing to some shit song from the 2010's. I already made a draft of myself doing it before I got this bad boy." He points to his new splotchy tattoo of the bat on his shoulder. "Yeah, guess so. You're gonna have to film me in the midst of getting my tattoo, though. I didn't exactly record myself before this."

With the press of a time skip button, you guys filmed the TikTok, posted it, and Nick declared he was tired, going for a nap to his room. This wasn't out of the ordinary for him to be asleep with you here, you'd do it all the time when he was at your place, and either one of you guys eventually followed in the others footsteps, finishing whatever you were doing and going to lay beside them to sleep too.

The front door of the house opened, and you already knew it was Matt and Chris. They were running errands for their manager and Nick had decided to stay behind with you, since you were planning on getting tattoos together. Footsteps creep into the place and you wait for their reaction. They didn't exactly know you were also getting one, and they knew about your commitment issues with tattoos, so this was kind of a big deal.

Chris walks in first and doesn't even turn to look at you, assuming you were Nick getting tattooed. "You're still getting inked? How big is your bat supposed to be, Nick." He grabs a Pepsi from the fridge and pops it open. "Pretty big." You answered, your head resting on your palm as he turned to look at you, Matt following closely behind.

"Oh, shit."  Chris gulps down the Pepsi, walking over to you as he inspects the tattoo on your lower back. "How does it look?" You question as you see Matt stop in his tracks and come closer to get a better look at it. "Fucking sexy. Good job." He holds out his fist and you bump it, smiling at the comment.

You feel Matt's gaze linger too long on your skin as Chris goes back into the kitchen, making another comment about the tattoo you didn't quite catch. The stinging on your back now feels ice cold. "What do you think, Matt?" You wonder, turning your head slightly to look at him.

"Bold. For someone like you." He mutters, walking over to the kitchen to grab a root beer, maneuvering around Chris since he's constantly in his way. You scoff. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Is Nick sleeping?" Chris asks, you nod, he quickly goes looking for him.

"What I mean is that it's a tattoo decision I would've never thought you'd pick." Matt says, looking at you from the kitchen as he sips from his drink. This could mean so many things and you found yourself getting confused. What? "Matt, I'm gonna need you to elaborate."

It wasn't a secret that you were the least closest with Matt. Everytime you'd try to do the things you'd do with Nick but with him, there'd be some sort of thick invisible fog in the air, making you hyper-aware of everything you're doing and saying. Your chest always felt too heavy around Matt and the tension it weighed on you was too much. It wasn't normal, and you were sure Matt could feel it too. You knew a lot of stuff about him, and he knew a lot about you, but there was something between you two keeping you from taking the extra step of declaring you guys close.

He lets his eye's dart everywhere in thought, putting together how he's going to explain it to you. "Mmmm," he mumbles, "...no." He decides as he begins to leave the room, stopping in his tracks before he fully leaves, peeking his head around the corner. "You look good though, what Chris said." And he leaves.

You are beyond confused, you turn your head toward the tattoo artist, who was sharing the same look on her face. She spared you a shrug.

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It's been a few weeks and your tattoo is fully healed, you loved the way you felt with it. The urge to get a million more tattoos on you was strong, but you held back.

On the other hand, being around Matt had begun getting more unbearable by the day. When you two were left alone, there was nothing to talk about. You would shift uncomfortably and he would bring out his phone as a distraction, doing nothing significant on it other than switch between apps. You were too aware of the other and the air around you would increasingly thicken. You were sure if you tried, you could slice through it with a knife.

Right now, was one of those times. Matt in the driver's seat and you were in the middle back seat, Chris and Nick had gone inside a store to grab a few stuff.

You watched his fingers tap the steering wheel, his thumb patiently rubbing against it, studying the fact they were slender and long, trained by veins that went down his hands. They looked so perfect under the gleaming hour of the sun. His nails weren't painted, so his short nails naturally colored themselves pink with a small white hill on his thumb. You let your imagination run free. Touching the dip of your waist or massaging the inside of your thigh. His fingers curving themselves inside you…

His eyes darted at the rear mirror, catching you focused on his hands. It took you a second too long to realize that. You looked up at the mirror and found his blue eyes fixated on you, dark hair sitting across his forehead and strands messily on his eyes. Your heart gave you a loud thump and a punch in the face of flushing blood. You didn't look away from his eyes, but you could still see his thumb grazing against the steering wheel.

Your brain was empty of words. You had no idea what to say and you were sure neither did he, until he began to speak. "What ever happened to that tattoo?" He asked, still looking at you from the mirror. You furrowed your eyebrows. It takes you a second until you realize he was talking about the tramp stamp you have. "It ran away." You answered blankly, because what kind of question was that supposed to be.

Matt sighed, looking out of the window, you watched him look outside as you calculated the messy hair that didn't seem too bad to pull on. "I mean, it never made an appearance again. No one ever saw it ever since you got it." He said. A small smile forms onto your mouth. "Some people have seen it." You mutter lightly, not bothering to look away from him as he goes back looking at you.

"Is that so?" He wasn't smiling, his face was processing a look of annoyance. You wink.

The car doors are pulled open and in one sudden movement, Chris comes in with a laugh and sits next to you, Nick follows closely behind, chuckling in that deep-voiced way he does after he made a joke he was proud of, and seating himself in the passenger seat. "Why are you sitting here?" Matt questions, not bothering to ask what they're laughing at. Chris takes out a Mento and offers you one, you reluctantly take it and let it sit in your mouth, wanting to suck the flavor out before you chew it.

Nick laughs even harder. "Oh, I didn't even realize I was sitting here. Chris, and you just let me?" Chris cackles, "It doesn't matter Nick, it's just the passenger seat." He puts an arm around you. "Plus I wanted to sit with her." He tells you specifically, looking at you as he begins to chew the Mento. "How I am honored." You sarcastically put a hand to your heart, not once taking your eyes off Matt. He was expressionless and began driving.

The conversation held on and turned into a different topic, you would make sly remarks here and there but for you, the entire ride home was hard. Matt would catch you staring at him, and when he had to turn the car back with his hand behind Nick's headrest, he would look at you longer than the road behind him. He didn't look really… pleased. Which had you amused.

He was upset that he wasn't one of the people who got to see your tattoo finished and healed, and you were catching onto that. The longer they'd drive, the more stern his expression would shift. He got progressively more and more irritated throughout the ride.

They make it home and Matt doesn't even give you a glance, he immediately heads to his bedroom and makes it known by his silence he'd like to be left alone. Okay, drama queen. You thought.

You had to go see what was up, it was just in you. After the conversation you two barely had and the eye content you held, which you were pretty sure was a hallucination you pulled out of your ass, you were curious to see just how riled up he was. Or you could get him.

Chris and Nick get a call from their manager saying she's outside, picking them up so she could explain to Nick something that had to do with their merch. Apparently she already spoke about it to Matt, so it'd just be Chris and Nick going to their studio warehouse to see, since that's where all their merch first goes.When they leave, your thought process changes in a matter of seconds. Seeing how upset he is, you want to see how hard you could push his buttons.

You approach his room and knock 3 times. No answer is received, you raise your fist to knock a second time, and by the first knock the door is pulled half open, revealing Matt looking down at you, expecting you. "What?" He asks, his eyelids drooping as he looks at you blankly. He changed into gray sweatpants and a black T-shirt.

"Can I come lay down next to you? I barely got any sleep last night." You lightly fluttered your lashes at him, holding your phone with both your hands. Matt stares at you, inspecting just how tired you looked. You looked fine, but he still opened the door wide enough for you to enter, not saying anything.

You lay on his silk bed sheets. Silk. What a slut. He sits in front of his computer, and boots open a game, not bothering to acknowledge you here. You don't like that. After leaving yourself alone with your thoughts for a while today, the least thing you wanted was to be ignored. Especially by him. Even if it meant annoying him, you just wanted to have some sort of contact with him. Either verbally or physically, you don't mind a single bit.

You clear your throat. "Thanks, Matty." He grimaces at the nickname, used to hearing his family say to him, but not from you. "My legs have been hurting all day." You say, cuddling into his pillows, stretching hard enough to arch your back. A real yawn escapes your lips.

"You don't work out, don't play that dumb shit with me." He says, turning his head to look at you for a moment, before turning back to look at his monitor. "Who said anything about working out?" You tell him. He stops, completely forgetting what he was supposed to be looking at.

"I don't know, I guess my tattoo really does magical wonders for me." A smile slips through your lips as you turn the other direction, your back facing him as your shirt exposes the tattoo, your pants hanging dangerously low on your hips.

You can't see him, but you hear him turn, and you feel yourself getting excited. "Why'd you get it?" He asks and you turn your head softly to look at him. His question was simple, but the expression on his face certainly wasn't. "Why does anybody really get a tramp stamp, Matty?" You respond to his question with another one, and he is giving you a look of impatience.

"Just fucking answer me right now, sweetheart." His voice isn't loud, but his anger is. He practically huffs and you feel yourself getting immensely more attracted to his aggressiveness. You turn your head back to the other side, leaving him unanswered as he burns holes in the back of hair, knowing that would tick him off.

You hear shuffling and then the bed dips, and your heart literally does skip a beat. You swallow your built up spit down your throat as Matt grasps your jaw and makes you look at him, your eyes meeting his blue ones immediately. "Don't look away from me, y/n. Why'd you get that fucking tattoo?" He held your jaw firmly. He was on the bed rooted on his knees, looking down at you as you laid on his pillows.

Your smile somehow got wider, flashing him your white teeth as you slowly parted them to answer. "So you could fuck me." Your eyes were staring intensely at him but in a lazy manner.

Matt's eyes narrowed, darting between your eyes and your mouth. "You fucking whore." He muttered, his lips pressing onto yours so much faster than you could say the word 'whore' itself. Your eyes screwed itself shut and took the opportunity as fast as you could, kissing him back harsher.

He let go of the kiss too quickly, which only frustrated you. "You got that tattooed for me, baby?" He wonders, his voice is hoarse and breathy. You nod so fast your hold almost fell off, and as embarrassing as it was, it was true.

You had only 1 body since before the tattoo, and you barely even counted it. Constantly being around Matt but not knowing how to go about it made you more desperate. He did something to you no one had ever done. Sometimes you would feel yourself pulsing for him, imagining your fingers as his.

The reason why you had even begun considering a tramp stamp is because of the sick fantasies that they held, using Matt as its lead.

Recently you got laid, and it was underwhelming and disappointing. Your legs actually hurted because you did a few squats the day prior, not because the sex was good.

"You fucking liar." He was smiling but nothing in his tone was friendly, his eyebrows were furrowed but his grin was undeniable. You licked his mouth and he pressed against your lips. "I wouldn't lie to you, Matty." You moan into the kiss, feeling his hand trail down your body and to your waist. A hand was on the dip of your waist and the other was holding your jaw secure.

Your heart was quite literally out of its body now, his soft hand trailing to feel your bare skin under your shirt, grazing just the hill of your bare chest, purposely not touching your nipples. In a sudden movement, he cups your breast and your whimper is muffled under the kiss.

He has his knees caging both sides of your thigh, pressing his knee into you. He smirks as you gasp.  "Lift your hips for me?" He pulls away, a small string of saliva connecting you two. You look straight at his eyes as you lift them, making sure he holds eye contact. And he does. He does as he curls his fingers along the strap of your pants and shoves them off.

"Let me see it." He orders. You grin, raising an eyebrow. "That could go for a lot of stuff." He grabs the side of your underwear and lets go of it, having it snap against your skin. "The tattoo. I want to see it." His voice is more demanding, more gruffly. Your pussy was soaked.

"No." You tell him all with a sly smile, you liked him aggressive and didn't mind seeing how far he'd go. In a sudden movement, you are flipped to your stomach, your hair is being gripped by his hand, pulling your head up as you feel his fingers tracing your tattoo. His fingers were too light. Too soft on your skin, you felt your back arch as he decided to balance the softness with a harsh slap on your ass.

Some hair was loose, out of his grip, resting on your back. The rest are being pulled closer to him, you feel his hot breath whisper in your ear. "You slut." A smirk spreads on your face, biting your bottom lip close enough to leave it bleeding. "You talk a lot." You tell him. He forces your shirt from off of you, leaving you just in your black lace panties.

You're still on your stomach, your bare chest pressing against his silk sheets. Your underwear is slipped off of you. Two fingers found their way to your pussy, sensitivity rubbing against it, your back arching your ass into his hard dick. "Fuck me already, Matt." You moan, knowing he's only touching you to get you overstimulated. He ignores what you're saying, responding to what's going on in his mind. "You look so beautiful. Bending yourself for me on my bed, begging for my cock."

His fingers rub against your folds, flipping your stomach inside out, pressing against your clit and your moan comes out louder than intended. "So wet for me." He licks his lips. Just as you were about to push yourself against his fingers, he let go abruptly. A huff leaves your lips and you whine. "Sorry, baby, you need something?" He mocks. You give him a noise of annoyance in response.

He grabs your ass hard, and to your surprise, you feel his tip at your entrance. You immediately clench around it and you hear him moan. He shoves himself inside of you and you practically scream, your whimpering gets louder each thrust he makes in and out of you. "You feel that, slut? Is this what you wanted?" He groans, not bothering to stop. You answer by pushing yourself onto him, fucking yourself to him.

You pushed your lips into your mouth, loving the sound of his moans and whimpers. Your head was pressed against his pillow, and he went faster, tears started prickling your eyes, shutting them. Your noises were getting more intense and a knot began forming in your stomach.

"I'm.. oh fuck–" Before you could even finish what you were saying, you release. Matt slows down, every push in is longer and slippery with your liquid, your pussy tightens around him and he mutters a quick "fuck" and pulls out, cumming all over you.

You turn to look at him. He looked back at you. There were many times you thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world, but now, seeing your hair a mess and its baby hairs sticking to your forehead, your lips sore and red from his aggressive kisses bare on his bed, he thought he was looking at a goddess. You glare at him, noticing he's been staring at a few seconds too long. "What?"

"I think I might need to see that tattoo one more time."

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[luvyeni]

❛CHERRY TOP !❜ ( s. eunseok )

p. nerd!eunseok x bimbo!reader w. 1.9k+

warnings? meandom!eunseok, degradation, unprotected sex, oral ( m.receiving ), breeding kink

— 𖦹 ( eunseok coming to terms that he really loves airhead girls like you ) !

You never really had a thing for quite nerdy boys — maybe that was your problem, horny frat boys and toxic jocks who care more about their teammates more than anything else were more your speed, well that was until you met eunseok, a cute nerdy kid who sat in the back of your class.

You don’t know when he joined your class – was probably there the whole time, but you failed to notice not him because you never really paid attention to anything that wasn’t your newest boyfriend for the week, or your hair – that’s beside the point, the point is he really caught your eyes and you really couldn’t wait to sink your pink glittery nails into him.

Eunseok on the other hand, he wanted nothing to do with you – of course you were hot, any straight man, with a brain and a cock could tell you that. But you annoyed him – the way you pranced around, your skirts barely covering anything – your boobs being held up by your push-up bra, your boobs almost spilling out your tight crop tops, even the professors would stare.

You didn’t do any work either, but you still got good grades – he didn’t even want to know how. You came to class just to play, and now play with his mind while he was working, actually trying to get an education – you were sitting right beside him like you had been for the past 3 months, popping bubble gum, while watching him work.

“Eunseokie.” Your mouth formed a pout, he sighed, turning to you. “What is it?” You smiled, he finally answered you, most of the time he ignored your presence, but occasionally he’d answer. “Can you help me, i don’t understand?” Your shiny pink lips, he couldn’t help but let the thought of you wrapping your lips around his cock, pink lipgloss coating his cock cross his mind, but he quickly suppressed it, you won’t get him that easily.

“Well for starters, take out a paper and a pencil.” He said, taking a look at your purse, it wasn’t even big enough to hold your phone, let alone a piece of paper. “Then pay attention to the professor, I can’t help you.”

He could, he totally could help you – but your tight cherry tank crop top was seriously distracting him, he was already struggling himself to pay attention to the professor – your shirts were getting tighter and tighter, and it was becoming hard for him to not to stare at your boobs.

“But I don’t understand what he’s saying.” Your voice whiny, he was getting pissed, he was getting pissed because he was getting hard – God you were such an air head, but fuck your whines did something to him. “Of course, you don’t.” he said under his breath, maybe he did have a thing for dumb girls, cause this was getting him hard.

You were so close to breaking him, you knew so because he was about to turn his screen to you – until you the professor ruined it, “Okay class over.” He turned the light on, you frowned. “Let’s talk about the upcoming project.”

Eunseok watched you zone out, not even listening to the instructions to the project instructions – just chewing on your plump bottom lip. “Eunseok, I assume you’ll be working with yn?” the professor said. “no I would rather work by my— good luck.” the teacher said nothing else, walking out of the class.

He wanted to scream; he didn’t want to work with you – one he’d end up doing all the work, two, how was he supposed to focus on the work when he could only think about fucking you stupider on his cock.

“Hey.” He snapped you out your daze, “get up, let’s go.” He spoke. “Huh?” you questioned. “Because you sit here all the time bothering me, we now have to work together on the project.” You processed the information, smiling. “Really!” he watched your eyes light up, rolling his. “i’m glad you're happy.” He sarcastically spoke. “Let’s go we’re going to yours.”

You jumped out of your seat, grabbing your things, following behind him. “Wait!” he heard your shoes clicking against the floor. “Let’s go.” You linked arms with him, he sighed as you dragged him along.

You finally got to your tiny apartment, opening the door, letting him in. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” He followed behind you, taking in your apartment – it was a spitting image of you, your bedroom was even worse.

“You like?” You smiled, sitting on the bed. “It’s pink.” He said stoically, dropping his book-bag, sitting down in your chair. “let’s go over the instructions before we start the outline.” He explained, pulling out his laptop, waiting for you to say okay or something. “yn?”

he looked up and you were climbing to the head of your bed where a mountain of plushies were placed, your ass was on display due to the short fucking skirt you were sporting, your shirt riding up, stopping right under your boobs. “yn?” his jaw clenched, you turn to him, laying down on the plushies, picking at your fresh set of pink stilettos nails.

“yn, come pay attention.” You ignored him, pissing him off even more. “yn i’m ser– I don’t like this color pink, i’m definitely gonna get another color next time.” He lost all of composure – he didn’t even want to be here, but here you are, your ass peaking from your skirt, shirt begging to be ripped off, ignoring him.

“You know what?” he said, getting up from the chair, coming up to the side of the bed. “Get the fuck up.” He spat; your eyes widened. “Don’t act surprised now, you wanted this.” His hands tangled up in your hair, pulling your body up, you gasped.

“you’ve been throwing yourself at me for the past few weeks, and I don’t know how many times I made it known that I don’t want to deal with you.” He scoffed, looking at how your eyes were already glazing over. “Silly me, I forgot i’m dealing with a dummy.”

That made your cunt wet, you bit your lip. “of course, this is turning you on.” He shook his head, laughing dryly. “Okay, i’ll treat you how you wanted to be.” He let your hair go, throwing you – you lightly bounced on the bed. “Lay on your stomach.” He ordered, you looked at him confused. “Why?” He scoffed, “Because i’m gonna use your throat like a sex toy, now lay of your fucking stomach, unless you prefer being on your knees?” you scrambled on to your stomach.

You came face to his clothes cock, “look at you drooling already and I haven’t even pulled it out yet.” He undid his belt, letting his pants fall to his ankles. “Fucking slut.” He pulled his underwear down right under his cock, his tip was a fiery tip was red, dripping with pre-cum.

“So big.” You said, going to reach for it, but he slapped your hands away. “Did I say fucking touch me; you want to be treated like a fuck doll; well fuck dolls don’t move.” You whined, desperate to touch him. “Quit complaining slut, that’s all you do.” He gripped the base of his cock, slapping it against both of cheeks, smearing the pre-cum on them.

“These fucking lips.” He slapped his tip against your lips. “Too busy putting on that pretty gloss and sucking cocks to pay attention to the professor – open up.” He pushed his tip into your mouth. “Fuck.” He sighed, pushing his cock all the way into your mouth. “Stupid slut this is all you’re good for.”

He began to thrust into your mouth, holding the back on your head, fucking your mouth. “Gagging on my cock -fuck- this is what you wanted right?” He groaned, “for me to shove my cock down your slutty throat?”

You nodded, he pushed your head against his pubic bone, you gagged, trying to hold on his thigh, your eyes widened once you felt the sting to your face – he had slapped you. “Didn’t I say don’t fucking touch me.” He hissed, “You don’t fucking listen, so fucking dumb, you can’t even follow simple instructions.” He said pulling you off his cock, you were in a coughing fit, but he didn’t let up, grabbing your hair, stroking his cock against your cheek. “gonna stain this pretty face with my cum.” He grunted, squeezing his cock. “Fuck!”

Cum spurted from his cock, covering your face in his seed, some getting on your eyes. “Look at that.” He pushed his tip into your mouth, cum dripping on to your tongue. “Pretty dumb princess covered in my cum, swallow it.” You obeyed, sticking out. “Good slut, that’s the only thing you can comprehend.”

“Take a shirt off, it’s not hiding much anyway.” You took your shirt off, pink bra on display. “The bra too.” You unhooked the bra, letting your boobs free, he groaned. “Nice titties, should just fuck them instead.” He climbed on the bed, pinching your nipples. “Since you like to flaunt them so much, should just used them to get off, cover them in my cum, and leave your nasty pussy untouched.” He pulled you down by your ankle, your back hitting the bed.

“Spread your legs, let me see your messy pussy.” You opened your legs, your juices soaked through your panties completely. “So fucking wet, no use for the underwear now.” You gasped as he practically ripped your underwear.

“Get on your stomach.” Flipped you over, lifting your waist up. “Pl-please fuck me.” You whimpered, mind completely on another planet. “Shut the fuck up, I told you sex toys don’t talk.” He slapped your ass, wasting no time, slamming his cock straining into your cunt, you tried not to moan out, but you couldn’t help it.

“Fu-fuck, didn’t I say shut up.” He growled, pushing your head into your piles of plushies. “Are you really that dumb?” he pushed down on your back, making you arch your back even more. “God this pussy is warm, you’ve let anyone inside you and you’re still so tight.” He gripped your waist, plowing into you.

You were a drooling mess, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you bit down on your plushie to keep from moaning. “Perfect fuck toy, might keep you around, just to use your hole whenever i’m stressed.” Your cunt clenched around his cock. “Fucking hell is that what you want?” he cursed. “For me to use this pussy when i’m stressed, treat you like a sex doll?” he gripped your head, pulling you flush against his chest. “Answer me whore.”

“Fuck! Yes, please use my pussy, please.” You screamed, he growled against your ear. “Fu-fuck i’m gonna cum, gonna fill this tight cunt up, use you as a cum-dump.” He pushed you back down, “Fuck! eunseokie please!” you begged desperately, his hips snapped against your ass – he pressed himself against you sighed, smiling dumbly as your came – he came right after you, cum filling up your womb. “fuck.” He sighed, pulling out, cumming on ass

He pulled his softening cock out of you – you fell flat on your stomach, eyes opening and closing. “Hey, stay awake, we have to work on the project.” You didn’t say anything, your eyes closing as you drifted off to sleep with a smile on your face. He shook his head, “dummy.”

He cleaned you up, not even bothering to put new clothes on, pulling the covers over your body, you snuggled into your plushies, he smiled slightly, sitting at your chair starting the project while you slept, he had a lot of work to do knowing you wouldn’t even bother to help once you got up.

Yeah, you were a little dumb, but made he did like air-headed girls after all.

©LUVYENI

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[heavenlyfay3]

Punishment Or Pleasure

By Sawyer-You’ve been a bad girl and you go to your stepdad for “discipline”

a/n: this is like alternate universe Miguel so he’s not apart of the spider verse and he never had a daughter

cw: smut, p in v, stepcest, oral m receiving somno

stepdad Miguel x reader

You knew it was wrong to think about your stepdad like this you knew if anyone knew the filthy things you thought about him they would think you were disgusting or some type of sex fiend.

You couldn’t help it tho he was tall, handsome, he had big hands and he treated your mom so well you heard them almost every night and you couldn’t help but be a little jealous

she was getting everything you wanted and he was giving his everything to her you could hear how good he was fucking her and all the filthy things he was doing to her you wanted to be in her shoes at least once it wasn’t fair Why did she deserve it and you didn’t

You and your mom had been getting into fights she was always sticking her nose in your dating life and you got sick of it and told her to leave you alone it’s none of her business and you guys haven’t talked in a couple of days she left for a work trip that morning trying to talk to you without apologizing like she always did

it’s not like he’s been your stepdad for long it’s only been a year since he and your mom got married and you don’t need a dad now you’re 19

you decided you were gonna get what you want after all you look like her why wouldn’t he find you attractive too

You walked out of your bedroom to his study where you knew he would be you were wearing a thin white and short tank top and boy shorts

You knocked on the open door of his office to get his attention from his computer

“Miguel?” he lifted his head to look at you after you called his name softly “yes sweetie?” he replied he always called by nicknames like that

“You’re not too busy, are you?” you asked walking toward his desk that he sat behind “No precious why what's wrong?”

“Well, I know you've noticed that mom and i haven't spoken in a few days before she left this morning,” you said as you moved closer to him leaning on his desk “Uh yes I have I'm sure you girls will get through it you can't be too mad with each other”

“I talked to her today actually she said she wanted me to talk to you Miguel!” what’s wrong with telling a little fib to get what you want

“Oh um well sweetheart I don't know what to tell you in this situation” he honestly didn’t know what to say one reason he married your mother was because she had an older daughter Miguel didn’t want kids

“Yeah I figured you'd say that maybe a punishment would be better,” you said trying to hint but not being too obvious. To put it simply you wanted him to spank you

Miguel didn't quite know what you meant and didn't want to get to big headed or jump to conclusions

“wh-what do you mean punishment?” Miguel said after clearing his throat

“like spanking maybe?” you said unsure if he really understood what you meant or if you should even keep going with this evilly horny plan

But why stop now you were already soaking wet at the thought of his hands anywhere near your ass you’d come too far you were gonna get what you wanted

“Uh are you sure that's a good punishment for you honey I mean you are an adult,” he said as he squirmed in his seat he was nervous and turned on he didn't know what to think maybe he was being a pervert maybe you just wanted a spanking maybe you were trying to turn him on maybe this was something you had planned “no,” he thought you wouldn’t do that you don’t see him in that way he’s your stepdad after all

“I mean it will teach me my lesson and you don't want me to keep making the same mistakes with the same guys right, Daddy?” It took everything in you to hold back that word you'd never actually called him that but in this setting, you felt like it was appropriate

Miguel had an obvious look of surprise on his face he looked like he'd seen a ghost you could tell he was getting more hot and bothered you couldn’t see it very well but his huge cock was getting so hard

“I uh I don’t think so sweetie maybe y-you should talk to your mom again and um resolve this with her” It’s not that he didn’t want to take you across his lap and smack your ass over and over again till you were a wet mess on his lap but he had to have self-control he had to maintain the little that he had left in his body

“mhm well okay thanks for talking to me anyway,” you said leaving his study but you weren’t defeated this was only the beginning of your plan you made sure to bounce a little as you walked so he could see what he was missing out on for now

Miguel felt conflicting emotions as you walked out of his study he watched you, watched how your ass jiggled he felt disgusted with his self also regret that he didn’t take the chance I mean he loved your mom obviously but there was something about you that he couldn’t resist

He had tried for so long to ignore the looks you gave him to ignore the skimpy pajamas you wore around the house those guys that treated you like shit and could never make you cum

he was different if he ever got the chance he’d make you see stars and make your legs shake if he got you under him with your pussy dripping wet just for him he’d make sure you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day

without Miguel realizing his hand was in his pants stroking his achingly hard cock sliding his hand up and down squeezing around his thick shaft imagining his hand was you, your pussy wet all because of him

He squeezed his eyes shut imagining you were there bouncing on his cock barely able to take his full size you are shorter than him and smaller in body size he could pick you up easily and take you against the wall pounding into you again and again

with all this fantasizing Miguel was a moaning mess as he came into his hand thrusting up into nothing

he felt horrible afterward relieved but horrible he’d just masturbated to the thought of fucking his stepdaughter he got off on it. he tucked his now soft cock back into his pants and walked to the bathroom to wash his hands “At least nothing happened no one gets hurt if I keep it to myself” he thought

Miguel decided to just get into bed he texted your mom to have fun on her trip and told her that he loved her before dozing off in their shared bed

The next morning you made sure to set an alarm 30 minutes before he usually wakes up this was all according to plan. you snuck into his bedroom trying to make as little noise as possible

you saw his calm sleeping body all alone and completely naked to your surprise either way this was perfect for your plan

you took off your pajamas and climbed into bed lying next to him you slowly lifted the blanket that rested on his torso to see his cock you wanted to see if it lived up to your expectations and it was even better

not only was it bigger than you thought it was so much prettier other ones you’ve seen were ugly his was cleanly shaven, not only big in length but also in width and his tip was covered by his foreskin usually foreskin is a no for you but his wasn’t

you didn’t know if he was having a wet dream or if he felt your presence but it was getting harder by the second you slowly moved your hand to touch it

You could barely fit your hand around it as you slowly moved your hand up and down focusing on the tip and rubbing the palm of your hand against it as you kept stroking it

you could tell he was enjoying it in his sleep he started breathing heavily his chess moving up and down as he stirred still deep in his sleep

you wanted so badly to dip your head under the cover and take him in your mouth but you needed him awake for that you needed to see his reaction as you slobbered around him

as you were focusing on his cock trying to squeeze your small hand around it he stirred awake “Mhm wh-what Y/n what are you doing” he said confused about why you were in his bed naked and touching him

“good morning Daddy did you sleep well?” you said with an innocent look on your face and continued your movements

“sweetie you shouldn’t be doing this!” he said as he grabbed your wrist he tried to move your hand but it didn’t seem like he wanted to he seemed like he was enjoying himself to much to stop you

“oh god no th-this isn’t right” you could tell he was close but you didn’t want him to finish on your hand so you got under the cover and positioned yourself between his legs with your grip still on thick shaft

“it’s okay Daddy we’re not gonna get caught” you slowly started giving the tip kittens licks and kisses

“no no, what if your mom finds out we can’t do this!” he was really trying to hold himself back he was slowly loosing it you were driving him crazy

“no i promise she won’t im not gonna tell her are you?” as you reassured him you rested your head on his thigh looking up at him your hand wrapped around him

“w-we couldn’t possibly lie to her baby mhm” he said as you licked his shaft again up to his tip circling your tongue around it

“who says we’re lying it’s not lying if she doesn’t know” you slowly took as much of him in your mouth as you could “okay but still- oh fuck” soft moans escaped his mouth he covered his eyes is distress he couldn’t believe the exact thing he’d been trying to avoid was happening

you started bobbing your head up and down slowly you wanted to tease him a little you made sure to not use your teeth and use as much tongue as possible as you sucked

you wanted him to enjoy his self as much as possible before you got what you wanted after all this was for him too you weren’t selfish

you slobbered around it as best you could you were giving him your best but he was so big it was hard to get all of him into your mouth like the good daddy Miguel is he helped you out

He pushed your head down his shaft making you choke on him and take all of him. you gagged around it was too big and he knew that he just didn’t care he needed you bad and you needed him “god that’s so good you’re doing great with your pretty lips around my cock”

His praise made you so wet you wanted to do good for him you wanted to make him feel good

he let go of your head and started patting it and stroking your hair, You grabbed his base and started stroking it again as you took his balls in your mouth

he sat up leaning on his hands and looked down at you “I’m gonna cum princess do you want me to cum in your mouth?” he said breathing heavily with his hair messy and his hips thrusting slowly into your hand

“mhmm I want you to cum in my mouth” You wrapped your lips around his tip and like on command he released his hot load into your mouth his cum hit the back of your throat and you loved it, it was all you wanted what you’d been waiting for

As he did he grunted and trusted into your mouth “Ffuuuucck” You picked your head up to look him in the eyes as you opened your mouth to show him the mess he made

With one hand he grabbed your face softly and guided you to close your mouth you did as he wanted swallowed. “Did i do good daddy?” you asked smiling at him

“you did you- you did great but we can’t go any further okay? no more” he said as he grabbed your shoulders slowly pushing you away realizing for the second time that you were completely naked

“what? no, we can’t stop now we’ve only just started” There was no way you were gonna stop now you’ve come too far and got too close

He tried his hardest to resist you but he couldn’t help it you were what he wanted what he craved

you moved your body closer to him wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck both your naked bodies finally making contact

“just one little kiss please?”

#fanfic #smut #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel smut #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel x y/n #miguel x you #spank my bum #miguel 2099 #spiderman astv #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spicy content

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Figure For Your Troubles

Toji Fushiguro

shoutout to a friend that gave me a bratty reader prompt hehe

fem reader, established relationship, bratty behavior, brat tamer toji??, lil Daddy kink, teasing, like a sentence of p in v smut

~900 words

MDNI

“I already said no,” Toji says, not even bothering to avert his gaze from the television as you stand at the side of the couch. 

“Daddy, please,” you pout, uselessly holding up the phone screen with the new figure you want. It’s a limited release, hand made nude figure with interchangeable parts, an absolute necessity for your collection. 

Toji doesn’t understand why you want these toys considering you already have so many. They’re all the same character just in different poses and sizes, he doesn’t see the appeal at all. 

“No,” he snaps, furrowing his brow as he turns to face you. “You have enough. Stop asking me.”

Third time's supposed to be the charm. What his problem is, you don’t know. What you do know is that if you don’t get that figure, no one is going to be happy. 

“Fine.” With a stomp, you turn on your heel and make your way out the door. What better way to blow off some steam than to run up a few thousand dollars on his credit card. 

Toji knows you’re just in a mood, evident by all the purchase notifications he’s getting on his phone. He figures once you get some new shoes, or purses, or whatever the fuck it is that costs so much money at the mall you’ll be fine. 

But no. He’s proven wrong when you walk into your shared apartment, bypassing him as he asks, “Did you get anything good? Think you set a record for how much you spent in an hour today.”

He follows you into your shared bedroom as you unpack the bags, not even bothering to acknowledge his existence. “I asked if you got anything good,” he repeats. But he isn’t dignified with a response. He’s only met with your back as you hang clothes in the closet and your side profile as you sit on the bed and turn on the television.

He only scoffs and returns to the living room, expecting your affections to return later in the night. 

He’s wrong though, so wrong since he’s ignored once again. All of his greetings fall on deaf ears as you maneuver around the apartment. Any attempt to speak to you only results in a blank stare if he’s lucky. 

“What’s with you?” he grits out after a third day of silence, standing in the doorway of the bathroom as you open the door to exit.

“Gonna buy me that figure?” you question, innocence painted on your face.

“No.” The innocence vanishes, and you push past him to do… whatever it is you’ve been doing while ignoring him.

After a few more days of radio silence, opting to not even be in the same room as him, throwing his arm off of you at any attempts to cuddle, you know you almost have him where you want him. It’s time to get that figure, it’s time to kick it up a notch.

Toji’s sitting on the couch, all but sulking when you enter the space. Of course you don’t look at him, but he looks at you. Tiny tank top with your cute little nipples protruding, even tinier skirt that you wear around the house because there isn’t a damn occasion for you to be wearing it outside. Not with the way he can see both of your cheeks beneath it.

Do you need anything from the stand the television is on? No, you don’t. Just his attention. So you stand in front of him and bend over, mindlessly rifling through the drawers only full of batteries and old remote controls.

“You need help looking for something, baby?” Toji asks, already feeling his cock growing too big for his sweats. He clears his throat when your ass sways from side to side, pretty pussy on display. “I can help you.”

All you do is bend over further, finding the array of double and triple A batteries to be oh so interesting. Toji says nothing as he watches, palming his cock over his sweats. “Baby, what do you need?”

He should know what you need by now, you don’t even know why he’s asking. You turn to face him, soft smile gracing your face as you watch him palm his cock. His eyes bore into yours as you walk over to the door, bending over way more than necessary to slip your feet into your shoes, working to tie the laces.

“What are you doing?” That skirt with no panties? He’s ignored as you finish securing one of the laces, moving your hands to get the other one tied. “What are you doing?” he asks, more firmly this time.

You only stick your tongue out at him as your hand reaches for your keys on the hook by the door.

And that does it. 

In all but two steps he makes his way over to you, making you stand upright as he presses his hardened cock against your ass. “You’re a fucking brat, I hope and know that.”

And how can a brat really complain when your shiny new figure is sitting on your shelf in all its nude glory.

“Thank you, D-Daddy,” you whine as he bounces you on his cock in his lap.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grits out, hand landing hard on your ass. “Don’t even try some shit like that again.”

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #toji x reader #toji x you #toji smut #toji x y/n #toji fushigro x reader #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro smut #ebs writes #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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Games in the library 18+ MDNI

Aemond x reader (Tutor/gamer au) Fluffish and also smuttish

Tags: smut, library fucking, public sex and nerdy gamer references.

Cool devider credits: saradika

🔷Summary: Your GPA is tanking and you need help. Luckily there is the grumpy antisocial Aemond to help you out.

🔷Author's note: Based on tutor aus but I made my own spin on it.

🔷Wordcount :7324

🔷Warnings: Au universe, smut, desk fucking, p in v, dom/sub, reader x aemond, fluff, gamer references, cozy gamer gf and shoot-em-up bf (found something else? Let me know)

There have been quite a few storms lately, causing more rain and making the world a little gloomy. You don’t mind, however. You have always been a fan of rain. Unlike today, where it’s an extra reminder how much you rather spent inside, cooped up with a good game with a warm cup of hot chocolate, not running around your campus with your bag above your head, as if life depends on it.

You are relieved when you make it inside, in the beautiful library that was built long before you began this study. You notice a silver-haired boy with a missing eye sitting in the corner of the room, with his math books in front of him, impatiently glaring around, unaware you are already there. “Hi!” you enthusiastically say, placing your Starbucks coffee cup and handbag on the table in the big messy library you just entered. It’s a saturday so most students would not want to be found death here at this time. 

You have a reason to be here, sadly. You are failing math, falling behind more and more on the subject. So your professor, Borros assigned you a very unwillingly tutor, Aemond Targaryen. He sighed when Borros suggested he should tutor you, even going as far to say that there is no use in tutoring someone who does not want to learn. There is truth in that, but the issue is not that you don’t want to learn. It’s something else.

Aemond glares at your cup before standing up and checking the time on his expensive smartwatch. “Why are you late?” Great. You were afraid of not getting here in time, seems like your Starbucks trip took a little longer than you had planned out.

You take out your phone. You are exactly 5 minutes late. There was a big line in front of Starbucks. And you forget you had tutoring today, to begin with. “I—uhm—forgot the time.” You lie.

He looks at your Starbucks cup accusingly. If it had feelings, the cup would feel attacked, perhaps even insulted, before it would hop off the large wooden table and into a nearby trashcan, ending itself. You would gladly follow it in the rabbit hole trashcan.  “I’m sacrificing my free Saturday for you. The least you could do is get here on time.” There is always a bit of a gruff, Gringe-like edge to his voice as if someone just stole his presents and he is pissed.

You huff. He acts so high and mighty, and yet you know there is nothing personal about this. He does not help you because he is some godly angel. He helps you to get points. This is not a charity project for him, or a social project this is cold selfishness and part of his plan to become the best student of your class, likely a step 4 in his 10 plan step to world domination.

You smile sweetly when adjusting your ponytail. “You aren’t sacrificing anything. You get points and the chance to become Borros’s TA.’’ You tell him, dangling his reward in front of him as if it’s a carrot, just in case he thought about bailing.

He dreams of that position for some reason, though you can’t for the love of the gods figure out why. Perhaps for status, power, future learning references or just to get close to Borros? Your teacher  had hinted that if he could somehow get you to improve your grades, there might be a chance he would become his teacher's assistant. That was enough to sway Aemond into teaching you.

Aemond briefly pushes his gold-rimmed glasses back on his nose, smirking at you.  You feel a little nervous under his gaze. “Correct. That means that I decide how this lesson will proceed.’’ 

His cryptic description makes your mind wander back to the familiar gutter you have come to know so well. You  make a mental note to stop reading dark romance books with tutors for a while. 

You ignore him. That makes him eager to get your attention back. “No calls, no texts—for the next hour, you are at my mercy.” Sweet gods.

His soft pink lips briefly smack before breaking into a grin that sends shivers down your spine. You are thankful for the small bolero that covers your dress.

Aemond is a huge nerd. Kinda cute, but he doesn’t know how innuendos work. And he is certainly not aiming his innuendos at you. 

“Okay. So, you’re like good at math, right?’’ you ask, a little insecure. You are worried he might not actually teach you anything at all, though he is smart, his hands almost always scorching through the air as though Borros is personally offending him with his questions. He reads advanced math books whenever you and your girlfriends hang out in the library, shooting glares whenever you are too loud, giggling or gossiping.

He seems insulted that you think so lowly of him.”’I’m the best in our class.” You never really kept eye on who is the best of the class, and you do not really ever cared. Who cares, as long as you keep up your GPA it is all fine.

But you are not dumb, you need to keep him as your friend for now. At least your ally. Your accomplice? You don’t know. You think you would be all the way at the bottom. ‘’Impressive.’’ You say, but you can’t bother to meet his eye before taking a sip of your very delicious pumpkin spice late.

His head tilts slightly when he narrows his eyes suspiciously, reading you as a open book. He huffs. “I can tell you don’t give a damn. Take out your notebooks, study books and whatever else you might need. It is time we start.” Whatever else you might need? You feel dread and anxiety fill your chest as you become aware of your thoughts traveling already far away from the lesson.

He brought an adorable little digital clock, that he puts on the table gently, before turning it on, exactly 120 minutes. He really does not want to be here a second longer than he has to be.

You faithfully take out your notebooks decorated with Sanrio stickers, Pokémon stickers and panda stickers, as well as your textbook, and your collection of Hello Kitty gel pens. You put it all out for him to see, flicking the textbook open in front of you. 

Aemond stands up, briefly looking over your handwriting in your notebook. He wets his lips before speaking. “Good girl.”

You roll your eyes.

He gets up from the chair across the table, walking to the empty seat next to you. He sits down, glancing at some of your previous sums, together with little drabbles and doodles. “So—what do you have problems with?” 

You can feel the warmth of his body and smell the fabric softener he uses on his clothes. He probably does his own laundry. 

This will be a long hour. You sigh, before summing it up. “Addition and subtraction, analog time, multiplication and division…’’ And you forget dozens of other things.

Anything and everything that involves numbers. You have been that way since a kid, throwing tantrums whenever you were forced to do math or make a puzzle. Your brain blacks out whenever you are forced to make a sum, and after a while your brain is just completely fried.

He wrinkles his nose, thinking. “So, everything?’’ he summarizes dryly. 

You nod. “Yep.”

His good eye slightly widens. “I can do this,” he mutters, to himself more than to you. He taps on an empty page of your notebook with his fingers.

‘’Write down ‘twenty-five plus eighty-seven’.”

You obey, faithfully writing the sum down in your notebook with your favorite Hello Kitty glitter pens. 

Aemond looks at the pen with a sigh, bending over your notebook to see what you wrote down. His brows furrow. 

You try your best to focus on his voice and his words rather than the fact that he sits so close to you and smells like fresh strawberries.

‘’Alright. Next, write down ‘one hundred and fifty-nine plus ninety-four’.” Again, you write it down as best as you can, in a reasonably readable handwriting. You hear him curse under his breath, exhaling.

“Five hundred and thirty-two plus six hundred and fifty-six..” 

You write a bit faster, messing up a few of the numbers in the process. You are glad you are starting with the addition sums, as they come the easiest to you.  

“Lastly, three hundred and fifty-five plus four hundred and sixty-six.’’ He looks at your sums. With one glance at his face, you can tell you’ve already fucked it up. “I said ‘one hundred and ninety-five’, but you’ve written down ‘one hundred and fifty-nine’. I said ‘six hundred-and-sixty-five’, but you wrote down ‘six hundred and fifty-six’.” 

Great. He must think you are doing it on purpose. Embarrassed, you quickly scratch out the numbers you wrote down before sighing, cursing yourself for thinking this was going to solve anything.

“Are you doing this on purpose?” he wonders. “Do you even want my help?” The nerve of this man. 

“What do you think?” you snap, placing the cap back on your Hello Kitty gel pens. “You think you’re my first tutor? You think you’re the first who’s tried to help me? I’ve done all of this before, but none of it matters. Nothing will stick anyway.” 

Your voice becomes squeaky. You blink rapidly to avoid ruining your mascara. He must think you are so stupid. You are. So, so stupid.

Aemond looks over your work again, sighing and rubbing his face. “No,” he murmurs quietly. “You turn them around. Some of the numbers.” 

That has been an issue since you were introduced to numbers. That and the bigger they get, the bigger the chance you mess it up.

“No shit,” you huff, searching your handbag for your tissues. You find them buried under your perfume bottle and use them to wipe at your eyes. 

His feet move under the table, briefly touching yours.

“Don’t get mean. Just making an observation.’’ He scratches behind his ear. “What do you mean, ‘nothing  will stick’?” 

Great. He will piss himself with laughter when he hears this.

You’d rather not tell him, or anyone, really. It is embarrassing. You are a twenty-two-year-old girl who can’t divide the simplest numbers and, without a digital clock, you’d get nowhere on time. You wouldn’t even know the time. People can and have taken advantage of that just to bully you. “It’s complicated,” you say.

His usual gruff voice softens. “Alright. So, tell me.”

What is the harm? you wonder. Who is he even going to tell?

“I’ve got a non-verbal learning disorder,” you mumble. There. He knows.

“What?” he asks, a little too loud for your liking. Even if he had whispered, it would have been too loud. There is no one here, yet you are worried somehow someone heard.

You growl back, “Non-verbal learning disorder. NLD.” 

It is a little less common than dyslexia—a lot less common, actually. You have heard that dyscalculia and NLD is a very common combination. That might be the reason you are so horrible at math. Part of your brain just refuses to understand it, which frustrates you, which makes you upset, and all that means you’d very much rather not do math at all. 

Aemond becomes very quiet before admitting something you never thought you’d hear. “I’ve never heard of that.” 

Where could he have, though? He is very clearly a math expert, not a learning disorder expert. 

You look at your polished pink nails with gold glitter.

“Hm. Not surprised. You are perfect after all, aren’t you?” you ask.

He becomes grumpy and unbearable, as you become mad and perhaps jealous that he is so perfectly fine and normal, and boring. “Fine. Don’t tell me.” 

Aemond takes out his phone. You thought they were ‘forbidden’. Didn’t he say so earlier? You glare, insulted. You have a social life, after all, and the world suddenly seems far more beautiful than it had been before you began your suffering here. 

“So, are you telling me you don’t know how late it is now?” He shoves a Wikipedia page in your face. He looked it up.

You take out your phone. “Of course I do. It’s fifteen-thirty.” 

You don’t say the correct time. You say ‘fifteen-thirty’. Fifteen thirty. Not half over past something, am or pm bullshit. You say it how it is. It’s fifteen-thirty.

Aemond draws a clock in your notebook. You quite like the way he uses your Hello Kitty gel pen for it. “And in analog time, that would be?” He wonders, his voice trailing off when his one remaining good eye glances at you.

You shake your head as he draws two hands on the clock, and multiple numbers. “Oh, no one cares about those lame old clocks,” you smoothly lie, and it is part of the truth. 

No one uses those old lame clocks anymore. Everyone and their mother has a cellphone. Why bother reading a clock if you have a cellphone? And in your case—why bother reading a language your brain seems to not understand anyway?

Aemond sighs, reading you easily. He scratches the clock out. “You can’t read them, can you?” He asks after he has scratched them out. You can either deny it or lie about it but why waste energy and time?

This man is too observant. 

“I know that the big one up means ‘twelve’,” you say with a little smile, very proud that one thing did decided to stick.

You can see it on his face—it’s becoming more and more clear that you don’t need a tutor. You need a miracle.  

He blurts out a question. “How did you even leave high school?” he asks. You don’t think he meant to hurt you, but he still does.

“How did you lose your eye?” you ask, lashing out.

Aemond sits up a little straighter. “That’s quite a personal question—” 

You smile back, still furious and hiding your displeasure by ripping your nails.  “Exactly.” you groan.

“Fine,” he mutters. “I’m sorry. I’m impressed, if anything.’’

Fake sympathy. Yeah. 

This is a waste of time, you didn’t learn years ago, why would you learn it now? Why did you even came here to begin with? A little voice reminds you of just why you came over. “You don’t need to lie to me. I know I’m stupid,” you mutter when playing with your bracelet. 

Aemond grabs your wrist, letting go almost the second his skin touches yours. “You’re not stupid. I know you can be very clever and an absolute pain in the ass when you want to be.” He grins. “Just… not with numbers.” He closes your notebook.

“Really?”

You know you are clever on other fronts. It’s just difficult to believe you aren’t stupid when you see how advanced your peers and friends are and you still struggle over middle school math.

He nods. “Yeah. I remember for a while in History and Language that you were a threat to my position as best student.’’ 

You’d liked History for a while, it’s true. You were good at it—that is, until you got a social life and it became an afterthought. What might have happened if you had stayed on that path?

You don’t understand why he wants to be the best. “I mean, you are already first in math, aren’t you?” 

He should not push for perfection as much as he does.

He shrugs. “I don’t care. I have to be the best in everything.” It sounds empty. You might not be the only one with problems.

You try telling him what you think. “That’s a little… unhealthy.”

He snaps at you, suddenly scowling. “Well, I don’t have a rich daddy to pay my way into school.” 

Ah. That is his issue with you. He thinks you’re a rich little girl that has a daddy that pays for everything.

You stare at your pink nails, briefly ripping at them before speaking. “I don’t either. Mine died when I was two. I have a stepfather, but he’s too busy fucking my mom and arranging vacations to Dorne for the two of them to bother with me.’’

Aemond’s chest sinks a little, regret written across his face. “I’m sorry.” 

He sounds sincere. And, just like that, you realize your math session has turned into a therapy session. 

You laugh despite your sadness. “Look at me, trauma-dumping all over you. Sorry.” 

You open your notebook at the same moment that Aemond grabs your fingers.

“I think you’ve earned a break.” He awkwardly lets go of you again.

That’s fast. “We haven’t solved a single sum,” you say. “I mean, we can solve one. I think this one is doable…” 

You look at your crossed-out sums. Oh, yeah. That happened. 

His silver-haired head nods up and down, but he does not answer at first, staring at your nails. “Perhaps not. But we have discovered why you have issues with this. Go take a break. That’s an order.”

He cheekily smirks at you, causing butterflies to flutter in your stomach. Perhaps not butterflies—perhaps just straight-up lust. You want to pull this guy in by his sweater and give him a good tumble.

You lick your lips. ‘’Yeah? What will you do if I don’t, sir?’’

He leans in a little closer, his eye flickering to your ruler lying untouched on the table. “Let’s just say… you wouldn’t like to find out.’’

Aemond takes a bottle of water from his bag and a sandwich while you grab a hot chocolate from the machine in the library and a freshly baked muffin from your bag. 

You eat your muffin and then take out your Nintendo Switch bag, starting the device up for a brief moment of relaxation. You play Animal Crossing for a few minutes, forgetting the world around you as you’re sucked into your peaceful little island.

Aemond is very silent as well, staring mostly at you.

“I’ve got one too.” You are sucked out of your island and back into reality. 

‘’Huh?’’ He nods to the switch.

He means a Switch. You didn’t think he would be into games. You think he would be too busy studying, really.

“What game are you playing?” he asks, tilting his head, coming a little closer so he can see for himself, almost touching your skin in the process as he clumsily bumps into you. ‘’Sorry.’’ He murmurs.

“A very intense one,” you comment as a compilation happens on your screen. You want to restore your island from desertcore to cottagecore and right now, one of your villagers has decided to be a menace. 

On Aemond’s lips grows an almost dreamy smile as he stares at you playing on your Switch. “Oh—like Xenoblades? Zelda? Hades?” 

You’ve heard of all three, but haven’t played them. They are not games you think you would like. They sound difficult, full of combat, full of puzzles and full of realisation that you are stupid. So you stay far, far away from them.

“Animal Crossing!” You turn your Switch so he can see your former desert island as you turn it back into a cute aesthetic-worthy village. 

He tries to blink, but he only has one eye so it looks a little awkward. “That is your definition of ‘intense’?” 

It can be. It can be so intense you rage-quit. Some of these animals have no manners—you’ve certainly bullied a fair few off your island. 

“You try terraforming your island when a lazy villager sits in the way!” You point with your finger to the panda cub that sits in the way, right where you want to plant a bush. “That’s Chester, and right now he’s making my life hell—” 

The panda, or Chester, enjoys a sandwich while smiling at your avatar, unaware of the misery he is 

causing.

“That panda is?” Aemond asks, confused. “The panda is the issue? Can’t you tell him to move?” 

That would be so helpful. But, unfortunately, no—that is not an option. 

You nod, turning your Switch back to you. “He just won’t leave. I can hit him with a net, but he would hate me,” you mutter. “Pushing him is useless. He’s, like, glued to this spot.”

Aemond smiles to himself. “Perhaps he is saying we should return to studying.” Chester would say that, the menace. He has not given you his photo either, the bear knows too much.

“He says to me that I can have five more minutes,” you say, smiling and blinking your eyes innocently. 

He sighs deeply, exhaling before putting his arm under his head, watching you terraform around your island. “Cute.” He sits up straight, blushing and quickly pointing to your Switch, decorated with stickers from Stardew Valley. “I meant, uh, the stickers.” He quickly mutters, and you can’t hide your own smile.

The stickers are cute, but you can’t help but wonder if he wasn’t talking about something else. “Thanks, they’re from Stardew Valley.” 

“I heard that game—” Whatever Aemond would say next would forever be a mystery. He is rudely interrupted by your fan dumping all over him, telling him the plot, the main features, and your personal opinion of the game in the world-wide record of 4 minutes as you ramble. “You’re kinda supposed to help this town flourish by bringing crops you grow, artisan stuff, to this community center. You can also romance and have children and have a pet. There is like magic too, but I wish it was more fleshed out-’’ You shut up quickly. You put your switch down.

He nods, but you can tell you are losing his interest. 

“You can slay monsters, too,” you blurt out. “And you have different swords, weapons and stuff. Sorry. I kinda ramble.”

“I like it. It’s cute when you ramble.’’ Damn it. You feel your cheeks redden. Aemond watches the rain outside, before asking another question about Stardew Valley. ‘’Can I kill my spouse?” he asks as a follow up. 

You know the modding community is very active, but they are like about dogs and cat breeds, about teleportation hacks and making portraits better. Not about you know, full-blown murder. “No…”

He frowns as if that surprises him. “Is there warfare? Can I take other people’s farms? Is there a princess for me to save?” No, no, and no.

You understand you two play different games.

“No, not really. It does have multiplayer, though.”

Aemond’s scoffing little smirk returns but it does not meet his hurt and very glossy eye. “I’m kinda a loner.” He laughs but there is a hidden sadness there. A sadness you relate too all too well.

“I am, too,” you say. 

“You have dozens of friends.”  You can still have friends and be alone.

He refers to the girls that you hang out with. Are they friends? You don’t hang out aside from the weekend. You can’t call them, if something has happened to you, and they definitely don’t know you game or have NLD. 

“Yes,” you say, “but…none of them game, I guess? Like, in that way, I’m alone. And I don’t make friends easily. Not everyone likes the games I play. Some wouldn’t even call it gaming. So, what kind of games do you like to play?”

He suddenly becomes interested in his very well cared for nails, and you know you hit a weak spot.

“Crusader Kings II, Zelda, Hades, Xenoblades and shooters.” He tells you. ‘’Mostly single-players.’’

You don’t know Crusader kings, but judging by the name, you do not have a cute farm at day and a run a witchy cozy coven at night. “The bloody ones.”

He snaps his head to you, smirking a bit.

‘’Zelda is not bloody.’’ Before he looks at your hair and your lipstick. ‘’I think you actually like it, if you gave it a chance.’’ He says. ‘’I mean, there is dozens of npcs to talk to, a wonderful open world, and ingredients to forage and outfits to collect and to find. In a way, it is Stardew Valley but without the Valley.’’

He definitely heard about Stardew Valley before. ‘’You know a lot about Stardew.’’

He nods. ‘’My sister, Helaena, she plays it a lot. I wouldn’t know how to play it, however.’’ He confesses, slightly tilting his hands. ‘’It’s beyond me how you get anything done with a time limit and a stamina bar.’’

You smile, and you never thought you would in his company. ‘’Describe the story. Of that Zelda game.’’ 

He needs some time to think before telling you the main story. ‘’You see, with an adventure game that’s…that would defeat the purpose of playing. So: You are a hero, named Link. After 100 years, you awake in a shrine, and you hear a voice, and you need to save the kingdom and the princess.’’ It sounds very …male-written and male-aimed. You aren’t sure Zelda is for you.

You have another problem with it too.

‘’That sounds horrible. Imagine waking up from your nap, and suddenly you got to save the world.’’

At first he is confused but the moment he knows you are joking, he laughs, a very delightful sweet and welcoming sound. ‘’It starts very locked, but there’s so much you can do in the game, in my honest opinion it's one of their best entries in the series. There’s cooking, horses-’’ Horses? There are horses? And cooking? ‘’There is combat, but you learn quickly, at least I did. The monsters are actually clever, and in the beginning, its best to avoid them until you get decent weapons.’’ You aren’t sure. Combat? The monsters in the skull cave of Stardew Valley regularly kick your ass.  ‘’There are puzzles too-’’ That is where you draw the line. No puzzles.

‘’Hell no. I hate puzzles.’’ You did as a kid, and still as an adult you can’t figure out how some people enjoy putting together these images, made up of 1,000 pieces and when they finish it, they destroy it too. Like what is the point? And it does not help you can never figure out where to start.

‘’I know.’’ That catches you off guard. Aemond does not pressure you into it. He simply accepts it.  ‘’But they are fun. We can solve most problems in multiple ways. You can’t fuck this up, if you are scared of that. Even if you die, you can restart as many times as you like. And no one is going to call you stupid for it.’’ He promises you, when leaning in a little closer, touching your face gently.

‘’Not even you?’’ You ask, for confirmation, not sure why you care but you hate for him to laugh at you for doing something very rookie. 

He shakes his head.  ‘’No. It took me a lot of time to get the hang of it too, if you must know.’’ So he is not as perfect as he pretends to be. ‘’I already told you: I don’t think you are stupid.’’

You lean in a little closer to him, staring at his soft pink lips. You make your voice as dry as possible. ‘’What if I call ‘’Link’’ ‘’Zelda?’’ You ask him with a cheeky grin. Nothing annoys Zelda fans more than that.

He grins back, but has faith in you. ‘’I know you won’t.’’ That is true. You know that the Princess is called ‘’Zelda’’ but the person you play as is called ‘’Link.’’ To confuse the two would be like calling JojaMart Pierre’s general store.  

‘’But what if I do?’’ You ask, getting a little cheeky. ‘’Hm? Sir?’’ You ask, pushing his buttons a little more as you grin. 

He needs to make an effort to hide his smirk, quietly muttering when eyeing the stickers on your switch. ‘’Don’t push me, we are alone after all, and I’m very bored.’’ He murmurs, sending a shiver down your spine when his voice gets that rough edgy little dark edge.

‘’Are you …Interested?’’ You ask, surprised.

He lifts his head, a bit insulted. ‘’You think I would not avoid you like the plague if I wasn’t?’’

All this time you thought he hated you, but he had a crush on you. ‘’I thought you hated me! That I annoyed you!’ 

He blushes, quickly cleaning his glasses for some reason. ‘’No, I just don’t like it when I can’t control my feelings. Like I become very different around you.’’ You noticed. He puts walls around himself.

‘’You become a little angry bird or a Goomba.’’ You know for sure he knows what a Goomba is, and you know it as well. They are the adorable little creatures from Mario games that try to murder Mario and look grumpy.

He chuckles, mortified by your description.

‘’Please, no, gods, not a Goomba.’’ 

You do find the courage to tell him your final thoughts, before flipping your notebook again, picking up where you left with the sums. ‘’If it helps, you are kinda cute too, Aemond.’’ You tell him, and you mean it. ‘’Not that I’m into Goombas, but..Yeah. You’re cute.’’ You tell him.

He nods, absently before he becomes serious again. ‘’Did you ever try motivational tutor lessons?’’ Motivational what?

‘’What uhm do you mean?’’ You ask, a little lost.

He shrugs, smiling. ‘’Well, people are more likely to succeed if there is a reward for them in it.’’ You notice him biting down at his lips, avoiding your eyes.

‘’And uhm, what would my reward be?’’ You ask your body to betray you within mere seconds as you think of how he will reward you. You, on the couch on top of him when fucking him-

He grins, when slowly touching your legs, going to the space between your legs, to where your dress ends. ‘’Whatever you like,’’ he purrs softly in your ear. ‘’ A cup of coffee, a donut…’’

You nod, a little disappointed and curse your dirty mind. That man is a saint for trying with you. Aemond reaches out to grab something close to your textbook and your eyes follow his fingers. ‘’People are likely to succeed more if they are disciplined too.’’ He is just teasing you, you tell your very dirty minded mind.

You know he will make you stand in the corner or perhaps take your phone away. ‘’And what would my punishment be?’’ You ask, dryly when you copy the sums from the textbook.

Aemond sighs. ‘’I won’t do anything you don’t consent to, that is the first lesson.’’ You were taking a sip of your cold coffee and nearly spat it out, all over your textbook as your cheeks burned with interest.

‘’But if you are into a little motivation, I guess I can show you another use for this pretty ruler.’’ He mutters, tapping with the ruler against the palm of his hand. You notice he has excellent self-control. This will be fun.

Yet you are surprised, that the red sweater glass-wearing sniveling little best of the class into BDSM. ‘’You’re into Kink?’’ You ask, your voice is a bit strangled.

‘’That’s not an answer, little brat.’’ 

He totally is. Gods, just your luck, stuck with Aemond Targaryen who is secretly into brat taming. Whatever sums you wanted to make, will certainly get fucked up now.

‘’Do you expect me to really learn better?’’ You hope he understands that your brain is just not a regular brain. It won’t magically solve things now that you are motivated. 

Aemond shakes his head. ‘’I kinda don’t. But it’s alright, love. I won’t get upset with you. Not really, at least.’’ He tells you with a grin. ‘’But I won’t lay a finger on you until I get your consent.’’ Such a gentleman. 

‘’Fine, you’re free to touch me.’’

On his lips, grows a dangerous smirk as he grins, before sitting next to you. ‘’What is the square root of 48?’’ He puts his left hand on your knee and slowly makes his way to your thigh…

Fuck. ‘’Uhm, 4.’’ You blurt out. It is a gamble but you don’t care.

Aemond chuckles before tsking as a disapproving teacher, before grinning and telling you the correct answer. ‘’That would be 6.’’ You growl, a little angry you didn’t know it. But he softly murmurs in your ear, when his hands go over your body. ‘’Take off your coat.’’ He tells you coldy. 

You let out a little squeak. He grins, adding softly. ‘’Again, if you want to, of course.’’

‘’I want you to strip too.’’ You tell him after you have taken your coat off. 

He chuckles, thinking you can’t defeat him. That you don’t know his weakness. But he told you, earlier today without him realizing so.  ‘’You can ask me questions but I know a lot more about math-’’

You interrupt him, smiling.

‘’What year did the Titanic sink?’’

Aemond gawks at you, before thinking deeply. It is a random event that did kill people, but it had no major consequences. ‘’1910?’’ He guesses. You grin. 

‘’1912, take off your shoes.’’ You tell him.

‘’Fuck.’’ he murmurs, but obeys. ‘’If I go with the train at 9:20, and the train takes half an hour-'’ No way you will get that one, so you take your dress off, zipping your zipper down and exposing your black bra and matching knickers. Aemond’s breath catches slightly, exhaling when his pupils enlarge.‘’Good girl.’’ That is enough to worsen your arousal and to harden your nippels. Aemond watches as it happens, a pleased contemptuous smile on his lips. 

‘’Tell me, little Brat. Darwin’s father has four children, Red, orange, yellow and-’’ It is a pattern question. A clear question. Red orange yellow are colors represented in the rainbow. ‘’Green?’’ The moment you said it, you repeat the question silently before growling.

‘’No! "It's Darwin!” You grow out.

He chuckles. ‘’You can keep your pretty knickers and bra on. I want you to sit on my lap.’’ You sit down on his lap, making sure to rub him a tiny bit in the process, to make him wild. He groans in your ear when forcing your ass down. ‘’Such a naughty little brat. And so wet for me too.’’ He murmurs in your ear when his fingers smoothly slide in your knickers, before toying with your folds, touching before inspecting your wetness. You twist on his lap, trying to force the finger to move deeper, harder, and rougher. Aemond pulls you tightly to his chest to avoid you moving at all.

You enjoy his control more than you should. ‘’Fuck…’’ You quietly mutter. He muses happily to himself as you squirm and twist on his lap. 

‘’So tense, are we shy, little brat?’’ He is toying with you, torturing you.

‘’Aemond, please.’’ You beg, helplessly as he begins to fuck your body with his fingers, and you happily fuck his hands, clenching yourself whenever you are allowed. 

You need to find release soon, and he knows it very well judging by his smirk. ‘’I’m afraid I won't listen to that name. You will call me Sir or you will refrain from speaking at all.’’ He says, and your fucked up little brain enjoys it too much.

That is so hot. He has an authority kink. ‘’Fuck!’’

He grins, as he takes a stance behind you.

‘’I’m afraid I can’t allow such crass words.’’

Oh shit. You feel your heart race and your stomach flutter with lust and butterflies and your curious mind wanders. ‘’Aemond…’’ He grabs you briefly by the throat, but he does not make it hurtful. He raises a brow. 

You look at your shoes.

‘’I meant, Sir…’’ Your face is pressed down against the wood of the table, before Aemond growls.

‘’Nothing will save you now, little brat. You are all mine.’’

He grabs the ruler and your cheeks are spanked first with his fingers before he moves on to the iron ruler, hitting your cheeks with precision but hard enough for you to like it. You squirm on the desk, certain you leave a trail of wetness as Aemond uses the ruler on both your ass cheeks, finding a torturous rhythm. And yet you like it. You want it to happen again, you want to brat. ‘’Fuck,’’ you cry out as three of his fingers enter your pussy. His left hand is feeling you up, when his right continues to punish you for your sins. ‘’Sir, sir please!’ You moan.

‘’Are you sorry?’’ He asks, between fucking you on the desk with his hand and spanking you. You nod, furiously. He sighs, letting go of you and his fingers leave your spent wet cunt. ‘’Good. Don’t be naughty again or I will punish you again.’’ He warns you. You want to brat. And you want to brat so hard that he will punish you with his cock this time. 

You bring your own fingers to your entrance but before that you can shove them in, Aemond has grabbed your wrist, painfully twisting it. ‘’Seems like someone can’t behave herself.’’ You nod, furiously as if you regret it deeply. Aemond sighs. ‘’Pull my pants down for me.’’ He tells you, and you inwardly cheer. You get to work, unbuttoning his jeans for him and pulling them down first, before staring at his boxers which barely hide his erected cock. 

You pull his boxers down too, freeing his cock as the red swollen tip is pushed in your face, with clear precum on the edge. ‘’Get on the desk.’’ He tells you. ‘’Bent over it, the way I know you want to.’’ You know what he means very well, and you obey, bending over the desk so he could take you on it.

He sighs before grabbing one of your hands and wrapping your fingers around his cock. ‘’Make me go wild, and I’ll fuck your little needy pussy.’’ You obey, your back turned to him as you try to please him with your fingers rubbing his head and his balls. 

You are bended, and Aemond opens your legs roughly and sharply, before going inside of you with his cock, filling you all the way with his length as you silently whisper. Aemond starts to trust and you become lightheaded and carried away on your pleasure. He fits so well. ‘’Sir,’’ you weakly mutter as he fucks you on the table, your book and hello kitty gel pens still present. Aemond grunts as an animal before grabbing the ruler, smacking your cunt this time, causing you to cry out in pleasure. ‘’Sir!’’ You repeat your own cry, before slamming your hips against his own, begging him to finish you. ‘’Please!’’ 

‘’Such a needy cunny. I’m going to come inside of you, little Princess. You are going to tell all your little whore friends about this, that you got fucked by a man in the library, used as a glorified slave. You will tell them how red and throbbing your little pussy was, and you will not tell anyone it was me. Is that understood, or do you need me to fucking explain it another way?’’ You understand, but you would love another explanation because it sounds so dirty.

‘’Another way. I’m pretty stupid.’’

He glares as if he disagrees with that.

‘’Very well.’’

Aemond grabs you by your hips again, fucking you.

‘’’N-no, Aemond, I have a party tonight-’’ You tell him, begging him to be a bit gentle.

He groans. ‘’I don’t care. Fuck your parties.’’

He did not get invited.

‘’Nhn!’’ You cry out as his cock cruelly fucks you, not giving a damn about your warnings.

Aemond’s lips briefly kiss your sweaty forehead. 

‘’Delicious, such a good cunny.’’ He murmurs, rubbing your cunt until blood sticks to his fingers. You need a little push. Just one tiny push. ‘’And now, you will come for me, my slut. When I tell you, you will come all over my cock, soaking me.’’ You nod, bracing yourself.

Aemond fucks you harder and faster and it becomes difficult to hold your orgasm in. You need to release it, you need to find a release fast. ‘’Sir, please.’’ You beg, helpless. He grins, spanking your needy pussy.

‘’I know, but try to show some self-respect, my little brat.’’ 

You wordlessly wail. He sighs, before impaling you thoroughly and resting his hands on your hips. He whispers in your ear. ‘’Come.’’ You obey, freed from a prisoner and let go when you two fuck each other roughly, your muscles hurting from the rough fucking on the desk. And finally, you come all over his cock, just as he promised you would. He takes you two more times after that, bringing you close to two other orgasms, before denying those two. You are taken without warning and lose your control, coming all over him, earning you a spanking and a rough fucking before he comes inside of you as well, with a lot of curse words and grunts. 

‘’Fuck, Y/N.’’ He murmurs, in your ear. You put your underwear and bra back on. The timer ends, revealing that two whole hours have passed. Aemond dresses himself quickly too, looking at your messy hair and glassy eyes. 

You become aware of the feelings and the urge to run far away from them. ‘’I have to go.’’ You tell him.

Aemond stops you, gently and you know he has become himself again, dropping the dom-act.

‘’No. You seem to know some things about Kink, but after playing with my ladies, I give them aftercare. You deserve a bagel, or a donut, or fuck it, another Starbucks if you want. If we were at my place, I’d prepare a bath for you or give you a message.’’ He rambles on. ‘’Let me buy you something nice for your lunch, and at least walk you home.’’ He asks, no, begs. Your face melts at his sweet manners. 

You put your stuff in your back, as Aemond zips up your dress for you, careful to avoid your hairs. He has done this before. You wonder how many times and with who. ‘’She is judging us.’’ He suddenly whispers, nodding to your hello kitty gel pen. 

After two hours he has become just as mad as you have. ‘’She knows too much, I might drown her into my Starbucks later.’’ You tell him.

He does not approve of that idea.

‘’That would be sad and torture.’’

‘’Fine, I’ll just…put her in my pencil case.’’ You do as you promise him, putting the gel pens in your pencil case.

‘’That’s it, good girl.’’

He winks before following you to Starbucks.

‘’Hey, uhm Aemond?”’ You ask after you are waiting for your order. Aemond looks around a little amazed. He has never been here before, calling it a capitalistic hell. 

‘’Yeah?’’ his hands nervously play with his rings. He can be so adorably shy.

‘’What are you doing tonight?’’ You wonder, hoping you don’t regret this. As in, he does not say no.

‘’Not much, I might actually play Zelda. Why?’’ He wonders.

‘’Want to come to this party with me?’’ You blurt out with a smile.

a/nthank you for reading let me know what you think. there might be a part 2 but i havent decided yet.

The eh creatures above the a/n are goombas.

#Au universe #smut #desk fucking #p in v #dom/sub #reader x aemond #fluff #gamer references #cozy gamer gf and shoot-em-up bf (found something else? Let me know) #tags #hotd #hotd fanfiction #hotd fanfic #hotd smut #aemond targaryen #aemond #aemond one eye #hotd x reader #hotd x you #aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond smut #aemond fic #aemond fanfiction #hotd x oc #aemond x oc #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x oc #Fluffy #sweet

[cowyolks]

The reader is walking to their bunk only to hear their name spoken rather 'heavily' in an intimate state. Soap is touching himself to the thought of them but the reader has a choice of walking by or helping maybe

Eat your words (John ‘Soap’ MacTavish) 18+

Warnings: Switch! Soap, fingering, oral (male receiving), p in v, creampie, soap being a whiny lil sub, masturbation, teasing, I’m sure there is more.

A/n: put on your party hats people! It’s about to get wild.

It was late, your body was tired, yet you had been up trying to keep track of the mounds of paperwork that scattered the area. Your desk was already a mess, so you decided to hole up in the rec room on the comfortable sofa. Now that you thought about it, you probably shouldn’t have picked the lounge. The cushions were simply too comfortable, and you felt your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head in exhaustion.

Releasing a big yawn, you stacked the files, not bothering to take them up to your scattered room. You’d work on them tomorrow, if you didn’t procrastinate.

You stood, stretching slightly as your tank top rose off your stomach, allowing the cold air to breeze across the skin. Shuddering, you began to quietly creep towards your room, hoping you wouldn’t wake up any of your teammates.

Your hand raised to the doorknob, but before you began to open it you heard the distinct call of your name. It was low and quiet, nearly lost in the stillness of the night. You shook your head, blaming your sleepiness for hearing things, yet as you began to unlock your door again, you heard the low groan of your name.

Curious, you began to sneak down the hall to the boys quarters, pinpointing the noise from one of their rooms.

It was MacTavish.

You heard the heavy calling of your name again, except this time your eyes blew out wide and your cheeks reddened at the simple tone of his voice. His door was shut tightly, but apparently he had no regard of how loud he actually was.

Hesitantly, you brought your knuckles up to his door, knocking softly against the material. You heard a loud thud and a curse from the other end. Looking down, you felt embarrassed, why had you knocked on the door?

But you stood frozen as heavy footsteps approached the other end of the door. With a rattle, Soap unlocked the door, cracking it open so only his head peaked out. He gazed down at your small frame, eyes rounding a fraction. “Y/n!” He whispered, surprise lacing his tone, a much different tone than he was using earlier.

You decided to play dumb, bouncing on the balls of your feet as he looked you up and down. “Did you need something, MacTavish?” You asked, almost hoping he would say something.

Soap tried to play it off, clearing his throat before rushing to think of something on the spot. “Umm, yeah. I have this paperwork I wanted you to sign.” He lied, still standing with half of his body being concealed by the door.

“Okay. Where are they?” You asked, narrowing your eyes playfully as he didn’t retreat from behind the door, it was always fun teasing Soap on missions, he became flustered so easy at the innuendos you spoke of. He gulped, “It’s late, I’ll just give them to you tomorrow. Besides I’m pretty tired.” He brushed you off, your eyes caught on his upper body, how his muscles of his chest were taut over his black tee.

“Why can’t I just grab them real quick and sign em’ tonight?” You pushed, a smirk painting on your lips at the panic that crossed over his face like you hadn’t heard him moan your name.

“Alright. Fine.” He gritted out, clenching his jaw. He pushed the door out, letting you inside his dimly lit room. His eyes fluttered shut as you waltzed in, your perfume causing his dick to twitch. Instead of making your way to his desk, you turned to him, sizing him up before allowing your eyes to fall to the dark sweatpants that hung low off his hips. Your eyes flicked lower. Soap did a good job of hiding his erection, tucking it into the waistband of the pants.

“How often do you think of me when you jerk that cock of yours, hmm?” You questioned boldly, shocking yourself at the vile words that flew out of your mouth. Soap flinched.

“I-” He started, but he choked on his words as you began to make your way over to him. The next words brought him to his knees.

“How about I finish what you started.”

Soap closed his eyes, gulping gently as his Adam’s apple bobbed against his throat. “You can’t just say things like that to me,” he whined, feeling himself physically ache with need. You were in front of him, a starry look in your eye as you placed a hand on his lower stomach, feeling him flex his abs from the fiery touch.

“I wasn’t joking.” You slipped a careful finger under his waistband, tracing his v-line at an agonizingly slow pace. He jolted, releasing a sigh as he slammed his eyes shut again. You snapped your finger against his waist band, instead bringing both of your palms up to his chest, then to his neck. You helped him pull his tee over his shirt, before pulling him closer.

“Jesus.” Soap mumbled as you slowly used your nails to scrape down his toned stomach. His hands moved to your waist on instinct, holding them tight against his body. “Tell me what you want, Johnny,” You commanded, feeling your own heat flood to your stomach as this man melted beneath your touch.

“I want you.” He growled out, bringing his hand past your waist to the soft curve of your ass, he squeezed harshly.

“Good Man.” You praised, raising on your tip toes, you brought your lips to his. Eagerly, Soap crushed you against him, bringing his hot tongue against your lip almost immediately. You hummed, opening your mouth slightly so he could explore. Your hands travelled down to his waist again, dipping past the pants and boxer briefs to feel his dick.

It was warm and already rock hard against your soft hand. Soap let out a gasp as you wrapped your fingers around his thick length, quickly you kissed him deeper, swallowing his noise. Blindly, you slipped him out of his clothing, feeling a gentle thud of his pants hitting the hardwood floor. Your hand was still on his dick, holding it in place as Soap kicked his pants to the side all while kissing you so hard he was bruising your lip.

Brushing your thumb against his tip, you felt warm and leaking pre-cum pool around his slit, carefully you rubbed it down his shaft, “oh shit.” Soap inhaled breaking apart from your kiss to throw his head back as his knees buckled. You pumped him a couple times, relishing in the sounds of his groans.

“You want my mouth around you, Sergeant?” You whispered against his throat, nipping slightly as he struggled to stay standing. “You’re killing me.” He gasped out, which only fueled you to pump him quicker. “That wasn’t an answer, Johnny.”

“Fuck yes.” He breathed, his eyes burning into you as you ushered him back until his thick calves hit the back of his bed. He sat quickly, looking up at you with a pleading look as you lowered to a crouch. You got a good look at his massive erection, twitching up against his stomach in the most pathetic way.

You shuffled, until you were entrapped between his thighs, locking you into a cage before you kissed the inside of it. “Please.” You heard him beg, his voice low and gravely as his Scottish accent grew stronger. Finally, you parted your lips, allowing your tongue to lick a long and hot stripe up his enormous shaft. Soap whined, threading his fingers through your hair as he gently tugged. You hollowed your cheeks, bringing your wet mouth down upon the tip.

“Just like that, princess.” Johnny mumbled, cradling the side of your neck with his rough hands, his pre cum was salty and warm, but you lapped it up like it was your last meal, Soap’s moans only fueling your fire to take all of him in your mouth.

“I’ve imagined this for so long, your pretty mouth around me.” He shivered as he met your eyes. You hummed, the vibrations bouncing off your throat were enough to make him whine, his breathing picking up as you continued the lethally slow pace.

“All I think about is you, hen.” He fell back against the mattress as you palmed his balls, all while bringing your mouth down on his whole length, your nose bumping against his pelvis. He shuddered again as your pace quickened, and it took everything in him not to spill his cum down your pretty throat.

“Stop, stop. I want to feel you before I cum.” Soap begged, sitting up as you released him with a satisfyingly wet pop. 

You took a step back, stripping down to your panties and bra. Soap watched as you pitched the clothes to the side, his eyes blown wide and pupils dark as he drank you up. “Like what you see, Sergeant?” You teased him more. Soap growled, pulling you to him so you straddled onto his hips. He snatched the back of your neck, pulling you to his lips as you ground your hips against him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He complimented, bringing his hand around the middle of your back before unclipping your bra with a twist of his finger, letting it fall as a hand immediately went to your breast’s, palming the soft tissue with a sigh. His other hand clutched your inner thigh, before sneaking to your drenched panties and pulling them to the side.

Soap hummed in surprise; a small grunt of satisfaction left his throat as he felt just how wet you truly were. “You wet like this the whole time? Just for me?” He questioned, not giving you a chance to answer before pushing a thick finger inside of you. You mewled, resting your head against the crook in his neck as he stretched your inner walls.

“Johnny…” you started, feeling yourself slowly lose control of the situation as Soap took over. He pushed another digit into you, groaning at the tightness of your pretty cunt. He moved at a quick pace, now bringing his thumb up to your clit, spinning in slow and agonizing circles as you lost control.

“I’m going cum…” you warned him as you felt your lower stomach twist as heat began to flood your senses. “Cum for me, lass.” He spoke lowly, kissing your lips as he swallowed your moans and cries as you clenched around him. “That’s it.” He praised before slipping his dripping fingers from your hole.

You panted, recovering from the high as you watch him suck each and every one of his fingers, humming at the taste of yourself on his skin. “You ready for me, darling?” He asked not even a full minute later, positioning you above him, and playfully brushing the head of his cock against your weeping opening.

“Johnny, please.” You slurred, feeling drunk with pleasure of your latest orgasm. Soap smirked, biting down on his lip as he managed the right angle before releasing his hold on your hips, you sunk down on him slowly, immediately feeling your walls stretch to fit his immense size.

The Scot sucked in a breath, pleased with how you hugged around him in a way that made his already throbbing dick pulse. “You’re so tight, darling.” He groaned as you pushed your hips down, swiveling as his head hit your sweet spot.

“I can’t believe my dick is in you right now.” He took hold of your hips in a bruising grip, helping you bounce up and down on his shaft hard and fast. You panted, feeling sweat build on your forehead as you worked. But your pace didn’t seem to be enough for John, who roughly flipped you over on your back, throwing your leg over his shoulder as he pounded into you harder.

His dog tags dropped from around his neck, dangling towards your lips as he mercilessly hit your g-spot. You moaned, not caring if the Task Force heard just how well Soap was treating you.

“I’m really close, sweetheart,” Soap admitted just as you felt the pleasant sensation of your own orgasm building. “Me too.” You gasped out, watching as his eyes lit up as his thrusts grew sloppier. You felt the sweet feeling of your release just as Soap threw back his head, emptying into you with a satisfied yelp. Your name leaving his mouth like a prayer.

You both huffed, as Soap dropped down onto the mattress beside you, a drunk grin on his face as he pleasantly kissed your neck.

“You might need to help me jerk off again, sweetheart.” He teased.

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pairing *:·ﾟeddie munson x female!reader wc *:·ﾟ 5.1k warnings *:·ﾟ18+! minors please do not interact!! smoking, slight shotgunning, slight dubcon (i think? both characters are under the influence/implied consent for both), masturbation, fingering, all the finger sucking, slight choking, spitting, petnames (baby, babe, princess - gag, ik, but it's cute alright), protected p in v, biting, probably poorly written smut, etc. :) an *:·ﾟthis is literally five thousand words of me trying to write filthy smut. did i execute it? i honestly have no idea. i was writing a part two to my steve fic when i had this idea and before i knew it i had over 3k written for it, so i decided i'd finish and post this first. listened to a lot of kings of leon while writing this, hence the title, and i totally did not imagine it was eddie singing the whole time :) anyways, mostly unedited, so please let me know if anything major stands out! i kept trying to add a break in the text so it just wasn’t one long ass piece of work but tumblr kept messing w the format so... yeah. any and all feedback is massively appreciated, and i hope you enjoy!

synopsis *:·ﾟeddie munson proposes you two play a 'no touching' game after smoking a joint and well, things go exactly as one would imagine

you only agreed to eddie's little challenge because, at the time, you wholeheartedly believed you would win.

he had brought it up while you were already a few hits deep, sitting on his lap in his bed. he had one of his arms lazily wrapped around your waist, the other holding the joint the two of you were sharing. he'd take a long hit, letting his head fall back as he inhaled it, and then he'd lean forward, pressing his lips up against yours and exhaling the smoke into your mouth. and you'd sit for a moment, simply just existing in each other's space, and then he'd bring the joint up to your mouth, and you'd repeat the process.

you were pretty content just like that, and then eddie had to go and open his big mouth. "i have an idea," he said, eyes shut as he rested his head against the wall. you were (very) slowly braiding a strand of his hair, all your focus on your fingers, and your eyes dragged to his face when he spoke, his words filling the silence that had surrounded the two of you. usually, eddie turned on some music while the two of you smoked, but early he said he just wanted to take everything in - every little sound, every little detail.

"what is it, munson?" you asked, letting your fingers drop in your lap as you shifted to look at him. joint long gone, he brought both of his hands up to your hips, fingers digging into your skin lightly.

"let's play a game. a no-touching game." blinking his eyes open, he tilted his head to meet your gaze. he saw your eyebrow quirk up, and he chuckled, bringing a hand up to tap the tip of your nose. "we see how long we can go without touching the other person." he explained, his eyes rimmed ever so slightly red, pupils dilated.

"and what does the winner get?" you asked, contemplating the idea over in your head. eddie's love language was quite literally physical touch, something you had figured out early on in your relationship, so you thought it was a little ballsy for him to even be proposing the idea. you gave him thirty minutes tops before he'd brush some of your hair out of your face or snap the strap of your tank top against your skin. this would be so easy.

"winner gets to do whatever their heart desires with the loser, babes. that seem fair to you?" his hands slid from your waist to your thighs, running his palms up and down your skin. you almost went cross-eyed for a second, the mere feeling of his skin on yours sending sparks throughout your body, but you found yourself nodding in response. "good," he quipped, leaning in to kiss you gently before he used his hands to push you off his lap.

you fell back on his bed, giggling, and that was how it started.

eddie had surprisingly lasted thirty minutes without even a hint of touching you, which made you curious as to what he had planned. he picked up his well-loved copy of the lord of the rings, the one he was annotating for you, and you moved to the floor in front of his cassette deck, riffling through his tapes. typically, you were more into the mainstream music, always bopping along to david bowie or fleetwood mac, but ever since you met eddie he's slowly been turning you into a metal fan.

you picked one of his iron maiden tapes, popping it into the deck and turning the volume up just a bit. you earned an appreciative hum from eddie on the bed, but he otherwise ignored you. you were starting to feel the effects of the joint, your mind going slightly hazy and a little sleepy. the music filled in the silence, and you stood from the floor, swaying your hips to the beat while you roamed through eddie's room, looking at his posters and decorations.

when you turned to face eddie, his gaze had traveled from his book to your body, and you couldn't help but smirk as your face flushed. you put on a little show, running your hands down your front slowly while you danced; eddie's eyes following your movements without fault. this is it, you thought, this is when he breaks. you watched as he adjusted himself, fixing his position on the bed, and he raised his brown eyes to yours, giving you a wink before he turned his attention back to his book.

pouting, you sighed dramatically before heading over to your bag, riffling through it before you found your own novel that you had brought. hopping up on the bed next to eddie, mere inches away, you laid down so that your legs were perpendicular to the wall that eddie was leaning against, you head down by his legs. you were starting to feel lighter, a little more absentminded, the true effects of the joint finally hitting you almost full forced. your eyes kept wandering around the pages of your book, absolutely not picking up a single word.

the two of you managed to stay in your positions for about half an hour, until something hit you that made you realize whyeddie proposed his little game.

you never really smoked too often, didn't really like the feeling of being out of your mind, so to speak. the few times you did smoke, though, were always with eddie because you felt comfortable around him. and eddie, the attentive and secretly gentle man that he is, always kept his eyes on you, taking note of how you responded to each hit. eddie knew you better than anyone else, and so he knew that after a certain amount of hits, after you settled, that you would become needy.

and god, were you feeling needy right now.

you don't know what brought it on, exactly. it might've been watching eddie as he slouched into the bed, a pen cap in his mouth as he wrote out some notes in the margins of his book. or the way his fingers bent the spine back, his rings shining as they hit the light. the way that his shirt lifted up his chest when he stretched, reveling the slightest glimpse at his happy trail. the way his tongue worked to flip the cap around in his mouth, his slight oral fixation taking over as he chewed on the lid.

you don't know what brought it on, but you wanted his fingers in your mouth, wanted to feel his rings against your lip as he pressed the pads of his fingers into your tongue. wanted to feel his hips pressed against yours, his hair falling around your face as he leaned up on top of you, grinning. wanted to feel his teeth against your neck, wanted to feel him. and you knew that he knew it, too.

his lips curved into a smirk as he glanced at you next to him, your thighs slightly rubbing together while your bottom lip gets tucked into your teeth. "you alright there, babe?" he asked, sitting up a bit more on the bed as he tossed his book to the floor. his view right now was much better than anything some fantasy world could offer. your pajama shorts had ridden up your thighs from the way you were laying, and he could just barely catch sight of the pink panties that sat underneath them.

"eddie, i know we can't touch each other but..." you paused, feeling your face flush from slight embarrassment from the question on the tip of your tongue. you were feeling desperate, needed something other than the feeling of your thighs moving against the other. "but, we can... touch ourselves, yeah?" the ending was barely above a whisper.

you had shut your eyes, moved your hands to rest against your abdomen, fingers slightly dipped into the waistband of your shorts, and so you couldn't see eddie's reaction. eddie, who had leaned forward slightly, big, brown eyes trained on your body. he licked his lips, heart racing, before responding. "sure, princess. we can touch ourselves."

at his approval, one of your hands immediately moved under your shorts, under your panties, almost as if they had a mind of their own. a sigh slipped from your parted lips when the tips of your fingers met your wet skin. your legs dropped from the wall, feet landing on the pillow as your knees spread apart, your left one almost bumping into eddie's shoulder. he dodged it, even though he would've won the game had he let it touch him. he didn't want this moment to end.

as you slowly circled your clit with your wet fingers, your other hand fell to the mattress, gripping the sheets tightly.  eddie placed his hand near yours, pinkies almost touching as he watched you with heavy eyes. your sighs had turned into whimpers, the feeling of your fingers making you feel some type of pleasure, but it wasn't really what you needed. you needed eddie. tilting your head to the side, you opened your eyes with herculean effort, opening your mouth to say something, anything, but the only noise that came out was another whimper.

your hips bucked slightly against your own fingers, your desperation having you on the verge of tears. you were struggling to form any type of coherent thought, but you managed to decide then that you needed eddie more than you needed to win. "eddie," you mewled, inching your fingers closer and closer to his on the bed. he watched intently as the tips of your fingers stopped just shy of brushing against his. he waited a moment, chest heaving as his breath quickened, before your hand moved up to hold on to his wrist as you pushed two of your fingers inside yourself.

"oh, thank fucking god," he muttered, reaching over with his right hand to intwine your fingers together, pinning your hand to the bed as he leans over you. his left hand snaked up your front, fingers dragging up the hem of your t-shirt as they travelled up your chest. he lightly ran them across your neck before he placed his middle and ring finger against your lips. "open up, baby. make my fingers all nice and wet for your needy pussy."

you obliged, eyes wide and staring into his as you parted your lips, sliding your tongue against his fingers as he pushed them inside your mouth. you both let out a moan, eddie's own mouth parting slightly as he worked his fingers in and out of your mouth. your own fingers stopped their movements, your sole focus on following eddie's orders as you twirled your tongue around his fingers, his rings feeling heavy against your bottom lip. his lips quirk up in a smirk as he sees your hazy gaze, and he gently squeezes your hand with his before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

he gently removes his fingers from your mouth, and you can see them shine in the light, wet from your spit, the sight itself causing you to clench around your own fingers. he carefully maneuvers his hand beneath your shorts, running his pinky finger along the hem of your panties before he dips his fingers beneath that, too. you remove your fingers, making room for eddie's hand, and he hums appreciatively.

his big, brown eyes follow your hand as you pull it out, your own two fingers wet with your slick, and his eyes nearly roll back into his head. "let me have a taste, baby," his voice is barely above a whisper, but there is desperation laced in it that makes you shiver. you slowly lift your fingers to his mouth, running them against his lips before he opens them, tongue gliding out to lick the seam between. he makes a noise in the back of his throat, lowering his mouth on your fingers completely as he pushes his fingers inside you.

"oh. oh- fuck..." the combined sensation of his mouth on your fingers and his inside of you makes your back arch off the bed slightly, toes curling against the pillow as pure pleasure courses through your body. mimicking eddie's moves earlier, you slowly guide your digits in and out of his mouth, your eyes following the movement while your hips squirm against eddie's hand. he nips at your fingers when you pull them out, a thin line of saliva still connecting his lips to your fingers, and without thinking, you bring them to your mouth to clean them off.

eddie flashes you a wicked grin, releasing your hand and moving his to hold the side of your face while his fingers start a slow, teasing pace inside of you. "fuck is right, princess. you taste so fucking good." he tilts his face closer to yours, his wavy brown hair tickling your cheek as it falls past you. his hand slides from your cheek to your throat, caressing it lightly before he leans into it, amounting the slightest bit of pressure. it makes you gasp; makes you tilt your head back ever so slightly to lean into his grasp.

"jesus christ, this pussy is needy," he teases, scissoring his fingers inside you in a way that makes your mouth drop open. even with the music playing faintly in the background, you could hear his fingers moving, hear how wet you were becoming by his actions. "it's always needy, isn't it baby? needy for my tongue, needy for my fingers... needy for my cock." he pressed his mouth against yours harshly, swallowing your moan as he curled his fingers inside your pussy, pressing up against the spot that had your knees smacking together.

he pressed your legs back open using his elbow, attempting to push them apart wider as he kissed you. and you, well, you were quite simply in a state of bliss. the only thoughts running through your head consisted of eddie, oh, please, and fuck. you couldn't have verbalized them, even if you wanted to; your whole body was spent. eddie was currently turning you mindless and he hadn't even pulled his cock out yet. you yelped when you felt his teeth bite against your bottom lip, the feeling of pain such a drastic difference from the pleasure he was causing your body to heat up with. he chuckled at your response, tongue sliding out to ebb the pain on your lip before he pulled up, nose brushing against yours.

"open," he said softly, motioning his head towards your mouth slightly. as you complied, parting your lips, eddie's own mouth parted, a trail of spit slipping between his lips and landing on the tip of your tongue. you kept your mouth open, letting eddie watch the saliva slide down your tongue before you swallowed. "that's my good girl." he grinned, hand tightening around your throat slightly as he watched you blush.

your eyes fluttered shut as your throat strained against his hand, hips bucking a little more intensely against eddie's hand. he started a quicker pace with his fingers, his thumb moving up to press against your clit. "eddie," you whimpered, both of your hands moving down to grip his forearm, your nails digging little half-moons into his skin. your mind was growing fuzzy, you could feel the heat radiate from your abdomen as eddie continued to push his fingers inside of your, curling them up to brush against your soft spot.

"yeah, princess? what do you need, huh? use your words." his voice was gentle, if not a little condescending as he watched you melt into the mattress below him. he could have honestly come just from the sight of you like this alone, but he forced himself to concentrate. he wanted to get you off first before he used you to finish him off. god, he almost couldn't wait. he pressed his thumb against your wet bud a bit harder, slowly circling the pad of his finger around the sensitive area.

you went silent for a moment, nothing but shaky breaths falling from your parted lips as the pressure built in your lower stomach. "need... need you. i need you, eddie," you sobbed, tears lining your eyes as you began to feel overstimulated. the music, the feeling of his fingers and his hand on your throat, the haziness inside your head, it was all too much, and you felt yourself at the point of breaking, burning warmth pooling to your stomach.

"you've got me, baby. you're gonna come on my fingers and then i'm gonna fill that needy, little pussy up with my cock, yeah? that's what you really need, isn't it?" his words were punctuated by his thrusting fingers, your body rocking against the mattress as he quickened his pace. you could only nod in response to his musings, whimpering and gasping as his hand applied a tiny bit more pressure against your throat. one particularly harsh stroke of his fingers caused your breath to hiccup, your grip on his forearm making him hiss as your pussy clenches around his fingers while you explode.

you swear you blackout for a moment, seeing nothing but hazy stars behind your eyelids as eddie finger fucks you through your orgasm, nothing but praise falling from him mouth as he watches you. he lets up on your throat slightly, allowing you to catch your breath while you come. the absolute lewd noise of his fingers moving against your slick is all you can hear, and your grip on his arm becomes pliant as your body goes slack.

"jesus, baby. you're fucking dripping onto my bed," he muses with a small laugh, eyes zeroed in on the wet spot now staining your shorts. if you were more cognizant, you'd probably be embarrassed, but your come staining eddie's bed was the least of your worries. your throat was dry, your cheeks wet from a few stray tears, and your body was thoroughly spent. and yet... and yet, you wanted more. and when eddie's big, brown eyes finally meet yours, he understands immediately, a grin spreading across his face.

he uses his hold on your throat to help lift you up, guiding your mouth to his as you move into a sitting position. his other hand brushes against the side of your neck, his fingers wet against your skin, and later, much later, you'd think about showering, but now, you reveled in the feeling of his skin against yours. his mouth was hungry against yours, his lips moving almost desperately as he kissed you hard. you both managed to move into a kneeling position, one of eddie's knees between your legs, and he effortlessly flipped you on your back, head falling onto the pillows.

he swiftly climbed over you, resting one of his hands near your head while his hips crashed into yours. you moaned at the feeling of the rough denim between your legs, the feeling going straight to your core as he grinded against you lazily. his other hand slipped up the hem of your shirt, fingers gripping at your side as he moved his tongue against yours. your own hands slipped down his chest, fingers stopping when they reached the waistband of his jeans. you fumbled with his belt, fingers still a little shaky from your orgasm mere moments ago. eventually you unclasped the buckle, pushing it aside while you moved on to the zipper.

"look at you, still so needy for me after i just filled your pussy with my fingers. it's adorable," he muttered against your lips, nose softly brushing against yours- a stark contrast to his words. he leaned back on his knees, lightly slapping your hands away from his pants as he moved. eddie reached behind him with one hand, pulling his shirt off his body and haphazardly tossing it on the floor. you bit your lip as you studied his tattoos, the ink contorting as his muscles flexed while he moved. you caught sight of his happy trail, tufts of dark brown hair leading down his abdomen, and that view alone made your pussy clench in anticipation.

he trailed his hands up your legs slowly, nails digging into your thighs before he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants. tugging down harshly, he practically ripped your pajama shorts and panties off, tossing them behind him somewhere. the cold air made you shiver as it hit your wet pussy, and your legs moved to close before eddie smacked your inner thigh lightly, his tongue clicking a tsk. "uh-uh, baby. i need you to keep those wide open for me. can you do that, princess?"

you nodded eagerly in response, not wanting to disappoint your boyfriend, and watched him unbutton his jeans, tugging them down to his thighs and revealing his black boxers. he leaned over you to reach into the bedside table, no doubt looking for the condoms he kept there, and you took this moment to softly trail your fingers along his shirtless chest, tracing his tattoos before moving down to his happy trail. you gently ran your fingers down the expanse of skin, causing eddie's head to drop into your shoulder as he moaned softly.

encouraged by his response, you trailed your fingers even lower, toying with the edge of his boxers before dipping them inside. his hips rutted against yours, and you grinned as your fingers encountered the head of his cock, causing him to jolt. you giggled at his reaction, loving how sensitive he was, but before you could really have any fun, he pulled away, your fingers slipping from his boxers, a pout on your lips. "enough of that, brat. you'll make me come before i even get inside of ya." he tugged down his boxers roughly, ripping open the condom package between his teeth and spitting the foil on the bed next to him as his cock sprung forward.

he held the condom between his teeth as he gripped his length, tugging on the shaft a few times until he leaned back over you again, his right hand resting by your head as he balanced himself above you. with his other hand, he ran his fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness before placing them on his cock, smearing the glistening slick along his shaft. you watched with an open mouth and heavy eyes, fascinated by the way he handled himself.

"eddie," you whined, hips wiggling against the mattress in desperation, body completely driven by your baser instincts now. you didn't just want eddie's cock inside of you; at this point it had become a dire need, a need you were so close to getting that it almost made you cry. it was all you could think about now, every thought running over the other as your mind became jumbled with it.

"i know, princess, i know," he grinned, glancing up at your lust-filled eyes while he continued to stroke his cock. he grips his shaft tightly, moving forward on his knees ever so slightly to bring his head closer to your pussy. "i just gotta get my cock nice and wet before i can fill you up, okay?" his voice gets quieter as he focuses on guiding the tip of his cock to your folds, and the both of you let out load moans as it comes into contact. holding the base, he rocks his hips against yours as he lets his cock slide through your wet folds, the tip of him brushing against your sensitive clit with every thrust.

you honestly think that you can come again from the sensation of everything alone; the feeling of eddie's hair around your face, his fingers gripping into your waist as he guides his cock through your folds, your slick covering more and more of his shaft with each pass, his rough moans filling your ears. you start to rock your hips with his movements, and just when you think eddie might say 'fuck it' and slip himself into you without the condom, he pulls away again, chuckling as he hears you whine.

"patience, babe. the last thing we need is a little munson running around this damn trailer," he teases, removing the condom from between his teeth and sliding it on his shaft. even though he was messing with you, the thought of eddie being a father was sending shivers through your body. fuck, you were in deep with this man. he must have seen something flash in your eyes because he hesitated for a moment before winking down at you.

he positioned himself over you once more, tapping your thighs to make you wrap them around his waist. he pressed a kiss onto your nose, pressing his forehead against yours as he slowly, slowly, slide himself into your pussy. your mouth drops open as a loud whimper emits from your throat, your legs tightening themselves around his body as he continues to push forward. his hands turn to fists against the pillow as his hips snap against yours, his cock fully seated inside you.

"jesus fucking christ, y/n," he pants, his breath hot as it caresses over your ear, goosebumps littering your skin at the sensation. "how the fuck do you feel tighter each time i fuck you?" his question falls on deaf ears, as your whimpers block out his voice. you can feel him so deep inside you, and even without him moving, you feel completely and utterly at bliss. your hips shift against his slightly as you seek out the pleasure, the heat, and it pushes him even further, making the two of you curse.

"so deep, eddie..." you whimper, head tossing against the pillow slightly as you reach up to grip his forearm. "i can't... oh, fuck." he had started to pull out, the feeling of fullness going away the further he moved, and you almost sobbed, trying to lift your hips up to follow him. he let out a mangled laugh, his hand on your hip pressing down roughly to keep you from moving too much, shushing your cries.

when he barely had the head of his cock inside, he thrusted forward again, much quicker this time, and you had to slap your hand on top of your mouth to stifle a scream. he rutted his hips into yours, his pelvic bone brushing against your clit. "oh, god. your little pussy is pure heaven, princess. and it was made just for me, huh?" he panted into your ear, starting to move his cock in and out of your soaking pussy with more speed. one of your legs slipped from his waist, and he slide his hand down your hips, resting it against the fat of your inner thigh to hold your legs open.

"fuck, fuck, fuckfuck," you cried, back arching as eddie started pounding into you relentlessly. his cock was filling you so full, hitting every little sweet spot inside of you, and you were unable to think of anything else, to say anything else. a drop of sweat fell from eddie's forehead onto your own, his eyes screwed shut as he focused on the feeling of your tight, wet pussy clenching around his throbbing cock. the hand against your mouth slid down to your chest, down to eddie's waist, and you held on to his hip as he thrusted into you.

the sound of the bed squeaking from his movements filled the room, along with the clanking of eddie's belt buckle as his hips moved in a steady pace. he had buried his face into your neck, his hot pants fanning across your skin, and his fingers on your inner thigh were squeezing tightly as he forced himself to hold back on his orgasm. he desperately needed to make you come again, needed to feel the way your wetness flooded around his cock.

and you were almost there, too. your body had never felt so hot on the inside, never felt as electrified as it did right now. your mind had been clearing up from the joint, but the way eddie was fucking you had you right back in that oblivious state; so mindless that the only thing you could think of was his cock. each stroke of his cock was bringing you closer and closer to the edge, and before you knew it, you were begging eddie in a way you never had before.

"oh my god, eddie, please - please," you sobbed, your body shaking slightly as the feeling became too much to handle. your hands had started to shake, and your hips were moving to meet eddie's as he fucked you, so lost in his own pleasure that he was essentially just using your body at this point. "i need, mygod, please just- eddie..." his hand on your thigh had moved up to where your bodies were joined, roughly swiping his thumb against your overstimulated clit, and you immediately burst, body going rigid and then slack as your orgasm flooded through your body.

"holy fuck, oh jesus," eddie groaned, his movements faltering as he felt you collapse against the bed, his cock being suffocated by the tightness of your pussy while you came. the faintest whimper of his name falling from your mouth is what set him off, and his hips ground into yours as he leaned down to bite your shoulder, the action effectively stopping him from almost yelling out into the trailer. you groaned as you felt his teeth sink into you, your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath.

you could feel his cock throbbing inside you as he came, and your hand on his hip relaxed enough to where you could trail your fingers against his skin, coaxing him through his orgasm. he finally let up from your shoulder, the bite stinging a bit as the cold air hit the surface, and you knew tomorrow there would be a pretty nasty bruise surrounding the area. this definitely wasn't the first time eddie had bitten you, and you knew - hoped - it wouldn't be the last.

soon the sound of your breathing was all you could hear in the bedroom as you both came down from your orgasms, eddie's body molding into yours as he rested his head on your chest. you carded your fingers through his sweaty hair, feeling blissfully fucked and satisfied, and even though you had lost his little game, a huge part of you felt like maybe you had actually won it. and you said so yourself to eddie, voice quivering slightly but accompanied by a little laugh.

and eddie just leaned up on his hands, which were placed on either side of your head against the pillow behind you. his mouth slowly spread into a wicked grin, his laugh lines creasing into his cheeks. "oh, princess," he chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "i'm just getting started."

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[thetriumphantpanda]

congratulations on your amazing milestone my love 💜

this was nearly impossible to choose buuuut what if it was mirror sex and breath play with Dieter? what if that please?

WHAT IF I WROTE IT HAN?! WHAT THEN?! Heh. My first ever bit of Dieter writing so please be gentle with me, but I hope you enjoy regardless!

Thank you so much Han, I really appreciate the love! I think it was your reblog of my first Javi P mirror sex 👀 that made my followers explode a little, so thank you for always supporting me. 🧡

Pairing | Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Word Count | 1.4k

Warnings | Explicit, 18+ Minors DNI. Mentions of smoking weed, MIRROR SEX, breath play and unprotected PiV sex.

Part of my 1k Smut Sensation Celebration - if you want in, check here for details - I’m accepting requests through July 15th.

He’s bored. You both are. Dieter’s break from work seemed like a really good idea at the time. A chance for him to recoup after back-to-back projects and a chance for what was a new relationship between the two of you to have time to actually blossom. Neither of you had really thought about Dieter’s need to be constantly entertained, his fingers itching to do something. Anything. All the time. 

He'd woken up from his second weed-induced nap of the day about twenty minutes ago and was already up and pacing the room, taking books from your shelf to flick through hoping something would catch his eye, or channel surfing the TV to try and find something to capture his attention. On the forty-fifth click of the television remote, because you were keeping count, you lost it. 

Pushing yourself up from the couch, you grab hold of his wrist, “I can’t fucking take it anymore.” You mumble, pulling him up and dragging him down the hallway of your apartment. 

You didn’t really have a plan on what to do once you got here, but you push him by his shoulders into your room, pushing him back until the backs of his knees hit the bed and he tumbles backwards. He grabs hold of you at the last second, causing you to tumble down with him, ending up straddled above his hips. 

You bend forward and start trailing soft kisses across his jaw, feeling his hands come to your ass where they squeeze, enough to have you whining for more. You push back slightly and feel Dieter’s already half-hard cock through his plaid pyjama pants. You loved this, the way he was always so receptive to you. You shimmy down his body a little, letting your own clothed core grind down into him. 

“Fuck, baby,” He spits out, hands flying to your hips to help guide your movements, dragging you slowly to grind against his growing erection, “Can’t believe I get to fuck you as much as I want now.” 

“I think you’ll find this was my idea,” You grin, moving to rip your tank top over your head, nipples pebbling almost immediately in the cool air of your room, “And I’ve got an idea.” 

Dieter sits himself up, wrapping his arms around your back to bring his mouth to your tits. He’s running the flat of his tongue over a nipple, using his teeth to make tiny bruises on the delicate skin around them, before he switches to the other side. It drives you wild, how this man has absolutely zero patience in any other part of his life apart from this, where he will happily spread you out and tease you for hours before giving you want you really want. One of your hands is running through the messy curls on the top of his head, the other draped across his shoulders as you continue to grind yourself down on him. You can already feel your pussy soaking through the material of your pyjamas. 

“Well, go on then,” He insists, finally pulling away from your chest, “What’s your big idea, baby?” 

You extract yourself from your place on his lap, standing at the foot of the bed, shedding the last item of clothing you were wearing, “First of all, stand up and take your clothes of.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” He shoots at you, before scrambling from the bed, t-shirt dragging over his head to join your pile of clothes on the floor. 

You know Dieter enjoys it when you boss him around like this. He likes being told what to do, how to please you best, what you like so he can do more of it and what you don’t like so he knows what to stop. He likes it when you ride him, using him to get yourself off being finally telling him he can come too. 

Watching closely as he pulls the plaid down his legs, a smirk on your lips when he grips his cock in his fist and starts pumping himself, the idea forming in your head is becoming more enticing by the second. You wordlessly walk over to the full-length mirror in the corner of your room, placing flat palms on the glass. You look over at Dieter, who is watching with glazed eyes and an open mouth as you push your ass out and spread your legs, “Well, come on, big boy,” You coax, “Come fuck me where I can watch.” 

He's behind you in minutes, spitting into the palm of his hand to coat his cock before he’s lining up with your entrance, slick from the work of his mouth on your tits, and pushing into you, slowly letting you take each and every inch of his cock until he’s buried inside you to the hilt. 

You’re making direct eye contact with yourself in the mirror, the sight of your mouth dropping open turning you on even more than you already were. Dieter lifts his head once he’s found his rhythm of slow, languid thrusts, smirking at the way you’re watching yourself. 

“Don’t I always tell you you’re the most beautiful when you’re getting fucked?” He groans into your ear, one of his hands coming to grip your chin to hold your stare steady in the reflection, “Believe me now, baby?” 

He’s picking up the pace now, you can hear the slap of skin as his hips meet the skin of your ass, and when he finally hits that sweet spot inside you, you practically sing for him, letting your eyes trail down the mirror to watch as your tits bounce with every thrust. It’s delectable, really, but it’s still not enough. 

You move one of your hands from the mirror to drag his from holding your chin, to holding your throat. You’re looking at his eyes in the mirror as the widen, his hips are getting sloppy but still manage to drive you insane. 

“Go on,” You encourage, “You can squeeze a little.” 

His wide palm is covering most of your neck, a thrill travels all the way down your spine as he does squeeze. It’s light and gentle, barely enough that you can feel it, but it’s enough to have your pussy clenching around him. 

“Harder,” You beg, and he pulls his cock almost all the way out before slamming back into, “No, Dieter, my neck, squeeze it harder.” 

He does another tentative squeeze, tightening the way his fingers are gripping the skin to the side of your neck, which moves the pressure of his palm. You can still breathe, but it’s enough for you now, a devilish giggle falling from your lip, “You like that?” He asks, having not let up with the bruising pace of his hips, “Like when I choke you?” 

He lets up the pressure so you can talk, “Love it,” You moan, and then he’s squeezing with a similar pressure again, “I fucking love it.” 

“Look at yourself,” He’s back at your ear, “Stuffed full of my cock and begging me to choke you,” He nips at your earlobe, “Put your fingers on your pussy and come for me, baby.” 

You don’t need to be told twice. You lock eyes with him in the mirror, sticking two of your fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue over them, much like you’d done on his cock the night before, before they’re between your legs and rubbing hard and fast circles over your clit. 

Dieter applies pressure to your throat again, his grip a little tighter than the last time, and you’re done. The pressure at your neck means you can do nothing by let a whine drop from your lips as pleasure bursts through your body to settle on every nerve ending you’ve got. Your legs feel like jelly, if it wasn’t for Dieter finally pulling his palm from your neck to hold your hips as he brought himself to the edge, you’d have fallen. 

He’s pulling himself out of you, fisting his cock a few times before you can feel the warm ropes of cum spilling over your lower back and your ass. You feel him run one of his fingers through the mess he’s made, before he’s bringing his fingers to your face and watching in the mirror as you suck the finger into your mouth, tasting him. 

“So fucking hot, baby,” He’s smirking, reaching down for the t-shirt he was wearing yesterday, thrown to the floor without a second thought, before he’s using it to wipe the rest of his cum from your skin, “You wanna get high and order noodles?” 

You turn around, letting your back hit the cool glass of the mirror as he kisses you, “Hell yeah, I wanna get high and order noodles,” You grin against his lips, “You’re rolling though.” 

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[mysticdoodlez]

interlude: MADE BREATH and SKIN

Watcher Noah Sebastian x oc (Taylor)

Word Count: 2.7k+

A/n: so up to around chapter six, I was up in the air over whether Taylor would a) start a relationship, and b) go with Nick or Noah. The interlude was bare bones until Taylor made up their mind, but I always had in my drafts a version where they went with Noah. Some talks on the discord happened and I just went "fuck it we ball" and I expanded the draft to a full-blown one-shot. Also: I KNOW ANTLERS AREN'T SENSITIVE LIKE THAT, BUT HE'S A DEER GOD. THE RULES DON'T APPLY TO HIM.

In other news, I tried to write without limitations like last time, cuz non-binary folk who are okay with their body parts and being called "good AGAB" exist out there too, people! So, if mentions of female body parts or female terminology shuts you down, then this won't be for you.

Cw: language, supernatural themes, sexy stuff: oral (oc receiving), slight monster fucking (monster, demi-deity, whatev), pet play if you squint, unwrapped p in v (be safe, kiddos), telepathic dirty-talk

“I don't need to be babysat. Like they're gonna try to break into my house and kidnap me,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Well, too bad. Like I have anything better to do than babysit you,” Noah said, shedding his leather jacket he had over his hoodie. I could hear the playful undertone in his voice, thankfully. And to be honest, I was kind of glad he was here.

“Need help?” I commented as he pulled his hoodie up.

“Nope,” he said, lifting it up above his head. I mainly watched just to see how he could manage to get it over the antlers that were sprouting from the sides of his head, but I would be lying if I said I didn't sneak a peek at the part of his stomach as his shirt rode up. “Jeez, do you have to keep this place like a sauna in here?”

“It's not even seventy degrees in here,” I said, trying to avoid staring too long after he managed to get the hoodie off, but I still couldn’t get over the fact that he was actually that… big under all that clothing. He was now down to just a cut-off tank, leaving all the binding sigils that ran up and down his arms and across his collarbones and shoulders on display. Honestly, combined with the muscles, it made me want to punch him.

But still, after a while, my eyes were drawn back up to the antlers. While not as wide and impressive as the last time I saw them, they still seemed to make him seem taller and bigger than he already was.

“My eyes are down here.”

His words snapped me out of my reverie before he flipped down onto the couch beside me. “What're we watching?” he asked. When I looked down into his eyes, with his face drawn up into a smirk, I was almost taken aback when I noticed the smattering of freckles under them. The Lost Boy Who Would Become King.

“Does it hurt?” I blurted out.

“Does what hurt?” Noah asked.

“The antlers… when they grow out. Do they hurt?” I clarified, curiosity getting the better of me.

He blinked. “N-no?” he replied awkwardly, like no one had bothered to ask that question of him before. “Mostly they’re just sensitive until they reach their full point. Kinda itchy, too.” His thigh bumped against mine.

“Has anyone touched them?” I asked.

“No, usually people are too busy screaming ‘Ah, don’t kill me’ if I get—“ I cut him off with a backhand to the chest. “What? It's true!”

“I meant like Nick and the others,” I huffed, leaning back.

“Nah, they're not stupid enough to–” Noah said, but then stopped dead when I pressed my thumb against one of the points.

“Shit, I’m sorry, did I hurt—“ I stammered, pulling my hand away until I noticed his eyes. They seemed to pin me to where I was sitting.

“No, you’re fine, it's just…” Noah swallowed thickly, “I didn’t expect it to feel like… that.”

“Like wha…?” I trailed off as I realized what he meant. Oh.

My hand, which was still hovering near his head, fell back down to his antlers. Curiosity getting the better of me, I traced a light line from where they met his skull up to one of the first points. He shuddered under my touch, a small moan slipping out.

“Stop that,” he gritted out.

“Stop what?” I asked. I meant for it to be an honest question, but I didn't think he took it to be like that. Especially when his hand shot up and snatched my wrist away from his head.

“Stop teasing,” he said with a low rumble, dipping his head down to where he was eye level with me. My heart stopped when I saw how dark his eyes were.

I felt his other hand snake around my waist, pulling me closer to him. As ironic as the comparison was, I felt like a deer caught in the headlights. “Is that why you asked about them? So you could see me like this?” he asked. I was practically on his lap at this point, my knees straddling his thighs. He dipped his head lower to nuzzle his lips against my jaw.

The movement snapped me out of my paralysis, and I finally found my voice. “Aww, is Bambi sensitive?” I cooed, reaching my free hand up to run a finger up his antlers again. He shuddered against me, breath panting and ragged, and I froze up again when I felt his dick begin to harden underneath my core.

“I said watch it,“ he growled, grabbing that hand as well. “Do you like being a tease? Touching me like that?” He pushed me onto my back, pinning my wrists to the armrest above my head. He easily was able to hold both of them with one hand, those long fingers wrapping around them as he freed a hand to roughly grab my jaw. “Touch me again, and I’ll build you up to just leave you here wet and needy.”

My eyes widened a little bit as I took in what he said. “No—“ He cut me off with a small squeeze. The little puffs of breath he let out ghosted over my ear, making me shudder in his hands. When he finally let go of my jaw, it was to only run it over the hollow of my throat and stop. He leaned down, his lips leaving light but wet kisses along my neck.

A soft whimper escaped my throat, and my legs squirmed under his. He chuckled, my only warning before he bit down on the sensitive flesh between my neck and shoulder. A sharp gasp left me, which turned into a moan when his teeth retracted to let his tongue sweep over the mark.

“I want everyone to know what’s mine, little rabbit,” he whispered. “I want them to know that you belong to the Watcher of the Woods.”

The possessive tone he used slightly pissed me off, but as he alternated between biting and soothing at my tender skin, I could barely care. That's when I realized, despite my fogged-up brain, my mouth was close to the base of his antlers. So between keening, I let out a breathy moan that I knew would hit them.

His reaction was instantaneous. He let out a loud moan against my wet skin, hips involuntarily shunting forward against mine. The straining in his jeans pressed against my covered core, earning a sharp inhale from me. I didn't know how dizzier I could get.

Noah pulled away to look me in the eyes. “Seriously, Taylor, if you want–”

“Noah, I want you, monster or not,” I panted.

For once, Noah was stunned into silence. He hovered over me, jaw slightly dropped as he took in my words. He then brought his lips down to lock with mine in a messy, heated kiss.

There was no gentleness in this kiss, and I didn't expect any. This was a man starved. He finally let go of my wrists and trailed his hands down my chest, my waist, to my hips, then trailed them back up, under my shirt this time.

His thumbs ran small, feather-light circles around my nipples. “No bra?” he asked, smirking against my lips.

“Never wear one,” I admitted.

“Good. Off,” he commanded. “I wanna look at you.” He pulled away to give me space.

Somehow I knew what he was talking about through the sex-addled white noise, and I lifted my shirt up and over my head. I flushed under his gaze that slowly raked over my body.

“I could absolutely devour you,” he admitted, leaning back down, lower this time. He ran his tongue up my sternum, up the small slope of one breast, and closed his mouth around my nipple. I keened and squirmed as he flicked the tip of his tongue over the hard peak, feeling helpless as he teased the other between his thumb and fingers.

Eventually, after both tits were given enough attention, he pulled off with a soft pop, biting into what flesh there was. He left little nips as he trailed down my tummy until he finally reached the waistband of my jeans.

“N-Noah…” I whimpered, trying to get his attention.

“Yeah…?” His eyes flicked up to mine as I gazed down my body at him.

“Please… not here,” I pleaded.

He blinked, his dark brown eyes darkening further. “You don't want me to fuck you on the couch?” he asked.

“P-please n-no.”

Suddenly, with supernatural strength, he hitched my waist over his shoulder, pulling up and taking me with him. I let out a small yelp of surprise, but soon he was taking me back to my bedroom. My world was just an upside- down view of the back of his top and ass. If I could just manage to get my arm up, I could just–

Before I could smack anything, he roughly tossed me onto the bed. He crawled up between my legs, undoing the button and zipper of my jeans. I wriggled my hips as he pulled my jeans and underwear down in one fast motion. With a groan, and without tearing his gaze from between my legs, he carelessly tossed the garments somewhere on the floor. “Fucking hell, you've been wet this whole time, haven't you?” he asked, leaning down.

“Noah–”

“Are you okay with this?” Noah asked. I stared at him in surprise, and he rolled his eyes. “I might be a monster, but I'm not that kind of a monster.”

“Fuck, of course Noah. Just fucking–” My tirade was cut off as he dove down like it was his last meal. My hips lifted off the bed in surprise, and he lifted my legs over his shoulders, wrapping his hands around my thighs and pulling them down against him.

I couldn't think of anything past the feeling of his tongue flicking over and around my clit, spearing into my pussy and then flattening as he licked long stripes up and down my slit. All I could do was grab the top of his head, tangling my fingers in his long tresses as I tried to keep myself grounded.

“Oh, God, No… ah–” was all I could manage to get out as I shook like someone possessed. His fingers dug into my thighs, the pain of his nails pressing in only adding to the pleasure. It felt like the more I reacted to him like this, the harder he worked to make me feel good.

I looked down at him to see that he was already intently staring at me. Somehow his dark eyes seemed to be bright when they met mine. I felt him smirk against my lower lips and then I heard,

YOU TASTE SO FUCKING GOOD.

Speaking into my head, hearing that praise, sent a bolt of pleasure through me that had me arching, releasing onto his tongue as I swore up to the ceiling. He lapped it up, not relaxing his movements one bit, and the overstimulation carried me into my second orgasm, my scream tearing through my throat.

THERE IT IS. THAT’S IT, GIVE IT TO ME.

He slowed down, kitten-licking me through my aftershocks, and then finally pulled away, settling me back down onto my bed. “You good?” He asked, like he didn't just completely shatter me.

Through ragged breaths that hurt my throat and my swimming vision, I nodded. Dear God, that was–

“He's not here, and by the end of tonight, I'll have you screaming my name like you worship me.” His growl sent ripples throughout my body. Noah crawled up on top of me, caging my face between his hands, and kissed me roughly. I could smell and taste myself on his lips.

“Noah, please I need you,” I managed to say between fervent kisses.

“Say my name,” he demanded.

“Noah.”

“Louder.”

“Noah–”

“Pray for me.”

“Please, Noah.”

When I opened my eyes, it was him shoving his jeans off, but what made me gasp was the sight of his antlers, now the crown of bone that I remembered. With his hair wild and tangled from my fingers, and the tattoos spread all across his now naked body, he truly looked like the forest god he was.

He perched over me, leaning down to kiss me hard enough to stoke the fire in my belly again, and trailed two fingers up and down my still-slick folds. He slowly pushed them into my hole, alternating between curling, scissoring, and pulling them out before repeating the cycle. I was a moaning, whimpering mess that could barely talk when I realized that he was lining himself up.

“N-Noah, f-fuck… please,” I near sobbed.

“Shhh, I've got you,” he said quietly, gently brushing some damp hairs off my forehead. He then slowly, tortuously, pushed in, making me cry out in pain and pleasure.

“Ohh god, Noah, a-ah!” I said. “'s n-not gonna f-fit.”

“Yes it will,” he rasped. I was so glad that he too was having a rough time handling me like I was handling him. “I know you can do it.” He then pulled my legs up and hitched them around his waist, nearly folding me in half. With a few more shallow thrusts, he finally bottomed out, hitting a spot in me that turned my moans to something primal.

“There we go, good job. I told you you could do it,” he muttered, kissing the bridge of my nose. The feeling of me clenching on his cock had him groan, a sound that seemed like it came from somewhere deep inside him. “You ready?”

“Y-yes, Noah.”

His pace was steady at first, torturously slow. I rolled my hips to meet his, and his hands flew down to them to encourage the movement. “Go on… Take what you need,” he said, voice hitching at the end. I reached up to wrap my arms around his wide back, feeling the muscles flexing underneath my hands. His forehead dropped to mine and our lips brushed together in unison.

FUCK, IT’S LIKE YOU WERE MADE FOR ME,

he said, a hand reaching up to cup my cheek, tilting my face so our lips could finally press against each others,

MY LITTLE RABBIT.

Noah, I’m gonna - I’m gonna… I was desperately close, and his pace just kept getting hastier. I knew I was about to topple over the edge, and Noah was going to push me over with no remorse.

LET GO,

he said,

I’M RIGHT BEHIND YOU.

When I opened my eyes, I saw his big doe eyes focused on me. I couldn’t hold it anymore, and I screamed his name as my head rolled back against my pillow. I swore I nearly blacked out, or at least the edges of my vision turned black, as my vision blurred. I felt my sweat-slick skin press against his as my back arched completely off the bed.

Noah chased his own release a little bit later, thrusting into me while growling something that might’ve been words in the other tongue, or just gibberish. Soon after, his hips stilled, and his body sagged onto me, the weight and warmth being welcome.

We lied there, chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath, and I found myself gently scratching at his scalp. My fingers gently brushed against the base of his antlers, and I stilled.

“You’re fine, I can’t feel anything when they’re fully grown,” Noah muttered against the skin of my neck.

“You know that, but not when they’re forming?” I asked.

“Like I said earlier, it never came up.” He chuckled airily.

We stayed like that for a while, his body like an anxiety blanket, until my body decided I needed to get up. Noah thought otherwise, as he wrapped his arms around my midsection and pulled me back against him every time I tried to leave the bed.

“Lemme up, I have to go to the bathroom and take a shower.”

“Only if I get to join you,” he said with a sly grin.

“Those things aren’t gonna fit in the shower,” I said with a momentary glance up at the antlers.

“Oh, I’ll make them fit.”

“…Gross.”

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[daryldixiecup]

Quick pick me up

Daryl always knows what you need.

*NSFW: Minors do NOT interact, Quick little Daryl imagine.

p/v intercourse, cream pie, some Daryl dirty talk, y/n dirty thoughts of Daryl.

It’s been a while since you and Daryl have had any ‘fun’ alone time, especially when the task of burning walker bodies has you smelling anything but pleasant most days. Not sexy.

But still. Every night, you couldn’t help but fantasize about his big hands running all over your body before going any further. Daryl loved how you lost control under his touch, his hands doing something oh so simple and getting you that crazy for him? He needs to see it every-time. His eyes staring deep into yours, mouth hanging open as he slowly fingers your unbelievably soaked pussy. He always takes in every moan you give him. Every dirty sound that tries to escape your mouth, while the pleasure barely lets you form any thoughts. And the way he only fucks you with the head of his cock at first, in and out- over and over again. Sinister smile staring you right in the face as he does…It’s fucking unreal. You realized thinking about all of this has made you inconveniently wet, so naturally you slip a hand down your pajama shorts. And right as you’re about to take care of it..

“Babe. Babe!?”

It’s Daryl. You can tell he’s eager to see you, just getting back from a long day outside of the community walls and looking for the shower. Boots smacking on the floor and growing closer to the bedroom, you quickly snap your hand above the blankets. Daryl swings open the door, looking you up and down on the bed.

“So? How was it today?” He says, quickly takes off his boots one by one and throwing them on the floor. Looking up at you while taking off his socks, he smirks. “Bet you missed me huh.” You can’t help but look down at his stomach, peeking through as his torn up white tank top rides upwards. He definitely notices, but continues undressing himself. “Of course, I miss you all the time. You gonna get in the shower real quick?” His belt hasn’t been taken off yet but you’re really hoping he undoes it next. It’s almost embarrassing how horny you are for him right now but you let the shame go and let your pussy have a mind of its own. Daryl unclips his belt and walks to your side of the bed, dropping it onto the soft white blanket over your legs. He grabs your chin and lowers himself, right in front of your lips. “In a few. I got something to do first though.” He gives you a kiss before climbing on top of you to deepen it.

Next thing you know, you’re naked along with him— letting his fingers make you sob. “Daryl fuck yeah, fuck me please please please!” Crying and begging him to finger fuck you harder is nothing new either and you don’t care how dirty his hands are, if they were in the first place. Maybe that’s more unsanitary in todays world but again, your pussy has a mind of its own and it doesn’t care. “Fucking god dammit y/n, are you gonna cum on my fingers baby? Are you gonna squirt everywhere huh? That’s a pretty pussy come on let me feel it squeeze around them”, Daryl won’t stop talking to you and it’s just what you need. Your first orgasm makes you shake and cry out even louder than you already were, struggling to catch your breath in-between. You stare him in the face while your tears are streaming, “fuuuck oh my god!” You hiccup, trying to take a needed deep breath. Something about you sobbing in pleasure makes Daryl spring into action on his feet, picking you up with your legs around his waist. “It’s okay y/n I’ve got you. I know it feels so good, huh? I only want you crying in my arms girl.” With that, he slides his cock right inside- both of you gasping and staring at each-other with open mouths. “I—“, you can’t manage to say anything else. Having just barely ended your first orgasm, your pussy starts to spasm- getting ready for one even bigger than you’ve ever felt before. “Ahh yeah that’s my girl”, Daryl laughs, “Oh fuck she’s gonna cum everywhere again isnt she?” He pulls back your head with fingers in your hair, forcing you to look at him once more. “Daryl- please I”, you feel crazy as you smile wide, your second orgasm about to hit. Looking over to the wall, you see him bouncing you on his cock mid air in the mirror- holding you up so easily, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. And that’s when it all ends. You scream and call out for him so desperately, as if he wasn’t holding and fucking you so good right now. As if he hadn’t fucked you into a new universe a million times already. You hadn’t realized he came inside of you until looking down at your pounded out pussy, dripping his cum everywhere.

Daryl knows just what your pussy needs all the time, and he will never fail to deliver.

#daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon #daryl fanfiction #daryl x you #daryl smut #twd daryl #daryl x y/n

[maladaptive-day-dreams]

Do It Yourself

Mechanic!Eddie x fem!reader, 18+ smut, 2.4k words

ok ok so this was inspired by a convo I had with @actuallydarling​ about how fucking sexy mechanic!eddie is and how he’d be a greasy mess and would either not want to get you dirty and have you do everything or he wouldn’t care and get you so so messy so this one shot is the former (hence the title)

ANYWAY this got out of hand and is rather long (for me to write) it’s also my first time writing full smut so pls be nice😅but also pls reassure me that it’s good🥺 __________ Content warnings: pre-established relationship, p in v, unprotected sex, small praise, dirty talk, breeding/pregnancy/mommy(?) kink, multiple orgasms, thigh riding/grinding, cursing Note: this is AU where you and Eddie are in your mid twenties and married, he’s a mechanic and you work as an in-home (as in the parent’s home) nanny so your days are shorter __________ his hands have nothing to do with the fic but pls enjoy them anyway

You come home from nannying to Eddie working hard on his car. He meets you in the driveway for a quick kiss, “hello love, how was work?”

“Work was wonderful,” you beam. “I had Timmy and Mary Howards today. They’re the sweetest little babes.”

“Oh yeah? Were they good for you?” Eddie asks as you both walk into the shade of the garage. He sits on the dolly he uses to get under the car and looks up at you.

Your breath slows slightly, eyes raking over your husband—his short-sleeve coveralls are unzipped, top half sitting around his waist, his white tank top is only slightly dirty but you know by the end of his work he’ll be greasy and sweaty, a blue towel scrap is tossed over his shoulder. You know that he knows what he’s doing, and you can see it in the smirk on his lips when your eyes meet. You told him shortly after he took the mechanic job in town how much it turned you on when he got home in his greasy and sweaty coveralls.

You swallow hard and respond with a smile, “they were absolute angels for me, I love them like they’re my own, like most of the kids I watch.”

He looks up at you with a big smile.

“How much longer will you be working?” You ask, already getting hot and bothered by the state of him.

“It’ll be a while, I could use a drink though? If you don’t mind? I don’t want to track any dirt or grease inside.”

“Yeah of course! Lemonade sound good?” He nods his head. “I just have to change first and then I’ll bring it out. It’s way too hot today to stay in these jeans.”

“Sounds good baby,” he blows you a kiss and lays down to roll under his car.

You head inside and drop your bag on the dining room table, rolling out your shoulders as you walk to the bedroom you share. You strip down and hop in the shower to rinse off the day. It was a short shower, just enough for you to feel clean and once you step out of the shower you wrap a towel around your body and towel dry your hair as you walk into the closet. Dropping your towel you shimmy into a light sundress, pick up the towels from your body and hair and walk your way to the laundry basket to toss in your towels. Usually you’d wear undergarments but one, it’s much too hot and two, you’re much to riled up by your mechanic husband to want anything constricting you or rubbing up against you.

You leave the bedroom and head to the kitchen. Pulling out two large glasses from the cupboard you pour both Eddie and yourself some lemonade. Knowing how long he can work on his car means you need to cool down and be patient before you can satiate yourself with what you really want.

His glass in hand, you walk back out to the garage and to find only the bottom half of Eddie visible and his music playing a bit louder than before. You hit pause on his tape, “you’re lemonade is on the table, bub.”

You hear a muffled “thank you” and press play before heading inside.

Now it’s time to find something to do until you can do your husband.

_________

5 pm rolls around and you’re finishing up making dinner. You make a plate for Eddie and bring it out to the garage.

“C’mon baby. Pause and eat some dinner ok?” You say after pausing his tape. You hear his dolly roll out from under the car as you put down his plate and a glass of water. You can feel his eyes hot on you.

“Well, I’ll be damned. A sundress and no panties?” He says before sitting down in the chair beside his workbench. The heat you somehow managed to forget about in the last few hours is back between your legs.

Fuck you want him now.

“It’s too hot for anything else,” you respond. “How did you even know?”

“I had the perfect view on my dolly when you leaned over to put my plate down,” he smirks.

Your cheeks flare and thighs tighten.

“Thank you for dinner, baby. I shouldn’t be more than another hour or two,” he says pursing his lips for a quick kiss with your exit back inside. You oblige and can feel his eyes on you as you head back inside.

_______

You hear the garage door start to close and get excited, eyes leaping to the door that leads from the dining room to the garage where Eddie is. Any time the garage door closes it means he’s finished working on the car for the day. Your thighs involuntarily squeeze together to try and relieve some of the ache building between them.

You bound to the door, stealing yourself and taking a breath before opening them. Eddie was sitting down in the chair by his workbench, tank top and hands covered in grease. You can see where he continually wiped grease on the pants of his coveralls. You take in your husband, growing wetter at just the sight of him. You walk around him the and pick up a rag that was on the ground by the back tire and just in his line of sight, reveling in the fact that he can see how the wetness of your uncovered pussy glistens in the artificial light of the garage.

You hear a soft “fuck” from behind you and smile. Turning around you bring him the rag, “where do you keep your rags?”

“You’re a little minx y’know that?” He asks, voice straining slightly. “Leaning over so I can see that pretty little cunt of yours, wet only from how dirty and grimy I am. Was your pussy clenching around nothing all afternoon? Getting all wet and ready, waiting impatiently for me to be done?”

You nod your head yes and try your best to control the whimper in your throat while you watch his hands as he tries to rid them of grease with a different rag. 

“Fuck, baby, you’ve got me all hot ’n bothered now too,” he sighs, your eyes shift downwards to the growing bulge in the seat of his pants.

“Oh my, what a shame,” you tease. “Would you like some help with that?”

His eyes fill with desire as he uses his pointer finger to call you towards him. You drop the rag in your hand and hoist your leg over his waist, making sure to be far enough up to miss the grease stains on his pants and placing your wet and throbbing pussy right over his covered hard on. You shift forward, grinding down and eliciting moans from both of you.

“I don’t want to get you greasy hun so you’ll have to do it yourself,” he says holding up greasy hands. “Not that I’m complaining.”

You nod, hands making their way to his clean-er shoulders for leverage as you grind down harder on his clothed cock. He lets out a shaky breath and his hips jut up to meet you.

“Fuck, kiss me please,” you ask in a hushed tone.

Eddie obliges meeting you halfway for a hot and heady kiss. You continue grinding as his tongue swipes your bottom lip asking for entrance. You part your lips and your tongues roam each other’s mouths. The heat of the kiss and the friction of his coveralls on your clit have you almost to the precipice already. Once he breaks away and trails kisses down your neck you’re done for. He reaches your sensitive spot, where your ear meets your neck, kissing and sucking and leaving his mark and you come undone on top of him.

“Oh baby, so needy for me you got off so easy huh?” He laugh teases, pulling back from your neck. “My little princess was so desperate for my cock she only needed to grind on me to cum?”

You whimper at his words.

“You wanna be a good girl and take me inside this time?” He asks thrusting his hips upward.

A gasp and a moan mingle in your throat and you can feel Eddie’s cock twitch as the sound leaves your lips. “Yes,” you say breathless, hands reaching down for the zipper of his coveralls.

You find a clean part of his tank top and lift it up slightly, untucking it from the waist of his coveralls. Your hands trace the happy trail from his stomach to the waistband of his boxers that peak ever so slightly over the edge of his coveralls and you can feel the muscles in his abdomen flutter at the attention. Shifting slightly down his lap you unzip his coveralls and he leans against the back of the chair to lift his ass up so you can shimmy his coveralls and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free.

He sucks in a breath as you reach down to stroke his thick cock, the head flushed pink, precum on its slit. You can feel him watching you as you reach your hand between your own legs to gather some slick from between your folds—hissing slightly when your fingers bump your sensitive clit as you pull your hands out from between your thighs—using your now wet hand to pump his member a few times. As soon as he feels the warm wetness and slight squeeze of your hand on his cock he lets out a loud groan, “Y/N, f-fuck.”

Your lips make contact with his jawline and he shivers, your hand still working his member. He lets out a moan when your thumb runs over the head and with that exhale of breath you bite and kiss at his neck, marking him like he did you.

You lay your feet flat on the ground and lift yourself up enough to shift forward and line him up with your pussy. You meet back together for a sloppy and heated kiss as you sink down on him, both of you letting out a “fuck” at the feeling.

“God Eddie you’re so big,” you whimper into his mouth between kisses, pussy fluttering around his cock as you settle him fully into you. Neither of you move as you stretch out around him.

“So fucking tight and warm, fuck,” he says, his head lolling back. You start to ride him lifting yourself up slightly and impaling your wet cunt on his cock over and over again at a slow pace. “It’s so hard for me to not grab your hips and fuck you like I want to right now,” he says, teeth grinding and hands flexing at his sides.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” you whimper, your eyes meeting his lustful ones.

“I want you to fuck me like you mean it, ride me hard and fast and milk me for all I’ve got. Be a good girl and do that for me, huh?”

You moan and start to move on him faster, grinding your clit on the base of his stomach whenever you sink all the way down on him. The sound of skin slapping skin echos around you as you chase a second orgasm and try to please Eddie at the same time.

“Touch yourself,” he demands. Your eyes shoot open, you hadn’t noticed that you closed them in ecstasy. You trace Eddie’s line of sight to where he disappears inside of you and clench around him. “Fuck, Y/N,” he says jutting his hips into you as he feels you tighten and pulse around him. “C’mon princess, do what you’re told,” he says, eyes meeting yours again as he chases your lips for a kiss. Your kisses are as sloppy as your riding is becoming, hand sliding between your bodies to pay attention to your throbbing nub. You rub circles into your aching clit and gasp at the coil beginning to tighten in your lower stomach, breaking off the kiss. Eddie takes the opening to kiss his way down your chest, hands still straining at his sides wanting to touch you but not wanting to get you dirty. He kisses down until he reaches your peaked nipples and suckles and bites on one through the fabric. You groan in appreciation as he places the same affection on the other, coil tightening more and more as his hips begin to meet yours.

“Eddie, fuck I’m close, I’m-“ and with that small warning you cum for the second time that evening. Eddie feels you gush over him, pussy clenching and fluttering around him as you ride him through your high.

You’re trying your best to keep up a rhythm, but your legs are feeling like jelly and you’re shuddering from overstimulation. “C’mon, c’mon Eds,” you huff, movements slowing down. “Put a baby in me, baby.”

“Fuck, Y/N, y-you want my baby? You want your own little one running around? Shit, like the one’s you take care of? You want to be a mommy? Wanna have a little Eddie Jr running around? Fuck me, I want to see you as a mommy. See you round with my kid,” he groans. “Let’s make one,” he spurs on with a few more shaky thrusts up to meet you as you try to keep riding him. A third orgasm surprises you, crashing into you like a train, all from what he says and the rough way your clit has been rubbing on him as you ride him. You clench and cum around him again, and he’s a goner, cock twitching and painting your inside walls white with his seed.

You slouch into him, foreheads resting against each other. After a moment you go to get off of him only to hear him say, “no.”

You shoot him a questioning glance. “Gotta make sure it sticks,” he smirks. “I’ll buy you a new sundress later.”

You don’t understand the last part until he’s looping his greasy hands under your ass as he stands, softening cock still slotted inside you. You cry out, overstimulated, and bring your chest flush to his, ruining your sundress on his greasy shirt. “Fuck, Eds,” you whine hands finding leverage in his hair and face falling into the crook of his neck.

He walks you both inside already growing hard again in the wet heat of your cunt, ready for round two. He always gives you what you ask for and you asked for a baby so he’s making sure you get one.

He thrusts up into you one time on the way to the shower making you gasp.

“We gotta make sure to make you a mommy tonight.”

#mechanic!eddie #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one shot #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #st4 #stranger things fandom #stranger things smut #smut #smutty oneshot

[proxima-writes]

cockwarming or wet dream with könig (maybe both?)

Both. Both is good. Hope you enjoy!

title: worth your while

pairing: konig x female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 1779

summary:

Konig wakes from a wet dream and asks you for some relief.

author's note: god i love the big mountain man. thank you so much for this request! would love more könig requests! or just cry with me about him

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content warnings/tags: explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), explicit language, potentially bad german translations, wet dreams, minor belly bulge mention, mild/moderate somno, könig begging reader for cock warming, sleepy sex, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, pet names, squirting, size kink. let me know if any are missing!

König’s got you on your hands and knees, hips hiked up high as he pounds into you. Your cunt is soaking wet, the lewd sounds echoing in the dark room with each slam of his hips against the plush fullness of your ass.

“Taking me so well, liebling,” he groans, tipping his head back. “Love this little cunt stretched around my cock.”

You whine, your fingers curling into the sheets as he ravages you. “Wanna come, König. Please?”

“Not yet,” he says. “I am not done with you.”

Konig pulls out of you, turning you by the hips so that you’re on your back. You look up at him with lust drunk eyes, your chest heaving with your labored breaths. He drags you down the bed until your ass is perched on his thighs and he can spear you with his aching cock once more.

“My little toy,” he coos. “Just wanted to see your pretty face as you beg me to let you come.”

“König, please let me come,” you moan. Your hands cup your breasts, tweaking your nipples harshly. He feels the resulting flutter of your walls around his cock and the growl that breaks free from deep in his chest is damn near primal. He leans forward, pressing the weight of his body down on yours. Your knees are pressed up against your chest and König is going so deep that when he looks down, he swears he can see the outline of his cock in your belly with each thrust inside of you.

“Kannst du das fühlen?” He asks. “Spüre, wie ich dich spalte?”

You nod your head, though he’s certain you have no idea what he’s saying. The thought makes him chuckle.

“Do you still want to come, meine liebe?” He asks, breathless as his hips stutter against yours with his own impending release.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you babble. “Please!”

“Come for me, soak my fucking cock,” he commands.

König wakes with a moan of your name on his lips, his cock hard as a rock and creating an impressive tent in his boxers. Beside him, you wiggle in your sleep, the sheets dipping below your waist to expose the curve of your ass in those little sleep shorts you wear that drive him wild. He can’t stop himself from reaching out, tracing his fingers lightly over your shoulder.

“Mmph, König?” You slur, turning your head as if to look over your shoulder but your eyes remain closed. “S’wrong?”

“Need you, Schatz,” he groans. He scooches closer to you, pressing his body to yours and grinding his hard length against your plush ass. “Bitte.”

________

König’s thick cock is pressing against your ass, his breath hot against your neck. Your body reacts to him even in your half asleep state, your hips grinding back against him. The gentle hands that had woken you up are greedy now, slipping into your tank top to palm your breast, fingers curling roughly against the plush flesh.

“Sleepy,” you mumble, eyes still shut but your brain slowly makes the connection to reality.

“Let me fill your little cunt,” Konig whispers into your ear. “You can just keep my cock nice and warm for me, ja?”

His hand leaves your breast, trailing across the dip in your waist until his fingers slide beneath the waistband of your sleep shorts. He slides his gun calloused digits through the slickness already coating your core, a groan rumbling through his chest against your back.

“So wet for me already, liebling. Let me fill this needy pussy. Bitte? Please? I know you’re so tired, my love, you won’t even need to wake,” he says, voice uncharacteristically whiney in your ear. Your hips undulate against his hand, a gasp slipping from your lips as he presses a thick finger into your entrance. 

“König,” you moan. You can feel him smile against the skin of your shoulder, so certain he’s about to get his way. “I have to wake up early,” you complain, though it’s a half-hearted attempt. 

“I know, Schatz, but I need you so badly,” he begs, his fingers withdrawing and making you feel empty and achy as he circles your clit. 

“Fine,” you acquiesce. No sooner than the word leaves your mouth are your shorts pulled down, König sitting up to get them completely off your legs and discarded in the sheets somewhere. His excitement makes you giggle and you stifle the sound by turning your face into your pillow. 

You feel him shift behind you before he notches the head of his cock to your entrance, pressing in slowly. König is massive, easily the biggest man you’ve ever been with and he’s most definitely proportional all over. His cock is long and thick with a slight upward curve that drags against all the right spots. 

You remember the first time the two of you had sex, a hook up after a night at the bar while he’d been on leave. His pretty blue eyes drew you in but you were most obsessed with the way his fair skin tinged pink every time you made an overtly sexual joke. You decided to make it your mission to see how far down that blush went.

That blush went all the way down his chest when you’d pulled his cock free from his pants and couldn’t think of anything to say besides, “There’s no way that’s fitting inside me.”

König likes a challenge, though. He continues to prove as much every time he patiently works his cock into you inch by inch, much like he is right now. You can feel him fighting to control himself, the bruising grip of his fingers curled around your hip a dead giveaway.

“Du fühlst dich so gut,” he murmurs into your shoulder. “Meine Lieblingsplatz.”

You squirm against him as he continues to work himself inside of you until his hips are flush with yours, the stretch of him punching the air from your lungs. Your pussy burns deliciously as you adjust to the feeling.

True to his word, König slips a heavy arm over your waist, holding you tightly to him. He doesn’t move, just breathes deeply and evenly at your back, puffs of his breath tickling your neck.

You try to relax, but the burn gives way to a familiar ache, your walls clenching around him. You wiggle your hips just a little, trying to get comfortable, but all that does is press him impossibly deeper and make the buzz beneath your skin intensify.

You flex your hips again, biting your lip to hold back the moan threatening to escape. König’s breathing is deep and even behind you and for a moment you think the man has really fallen asleep.

But then his hand is stilling the movement of your hips, holding you flush to him as he says, “Thought you wanted to sleep, Schatz.”

“You’re right,” you reply, not wanting to give in to him yet. You take a few calming breaths, trying to block out how full your pussy feels. 

It works for a few minutes. You focus on the sounds of the room - König’s deep breaths, the clock ticking, the whir of the air conditioning unit. You feel your eyes grow heavy again and for a moment you think you really may succumb to sleep, despite the fact that König is splitting you open.

But then your brain goes through a free fall, jerking you awake, the movement causing you to thrust back against König, his cock rubbing across your g-spot and making you moan loudly in surprise. 

Konig stills your writhing hips once more. “This is not sleeping,” he teases.

“I know, I know, I take it back,” you babble. “Want you to fuck me, König, please?”

He answers by sliding an arm beneath your body and using the other to haul you on top of him with a grip under your top knee. He’s lying flat with your back held tight to his chest by an arm placed just under your breasts, your legs now splayed widely on either side of his hips. He bends his knees, planting his feet wide apart on the mattress.

You gasp as his cock drags out of you before he thrusts sharply back inside. The rhythm he sets is brutal, harsh slaps of his hips to yours that echo through the room. You tilt your head, seeking out his over your shoulder.

König brings a hand up to your face, holding your cheek with his broad palm as he kisses you deeply. You whine into his mouth, hips squirming against the onslaught of sensation you’re experiencing. His lips tilt up in a smirk.

“What is the matter, meine herz?” He asks, the hand on your cheek migrating to your throat. His fingers squeeze gently, a possessive hold that makes your brain go fuzzy. 

“Fuck, König. You’re so fucking big,” you pant. He fills up every inch of your body until you can think of nothing but him. “Need to come, fuck, I need to come so bad,” you whimper.

König’s thrusts grow impossibly harder and he slides his other hand down your belly, his fingers circling your clit with rough circles that make you cry out, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation.

“Come for me,” König growls.

And who are you to disobey?

Your vision gets speckled with tiny supernovas as your release washes over you, drenching König’s cock and your thighs. Your pussy clenches around him in a vise grip, his hips stuttering as warm ribbons of his come fill your fluttering cunt.

His hips slow, his come seeping from you and adding to the mess on your bodies and the sheets. You’re gasping for breath and König’s arms flop to the side as he gives a heavy, satisfied sigh that makes you giggle.

You roll off of him, snuggling in against his sweat damp chest. Your fingers trace the constellations of scars you’re intimately familiar with.

Your alarm rings, a blaring horn that makes you groan. You turn over, grabbing your phone to hit the snooze button. König welcomes you back into his arms.

“This was a better alarm, ja?” He asks, voice smug.

You roll your eyes. “You’re insufferable. What did you even dream about?”

“You, of course. On all fours, begging for me.”

You glance down, shocked to find him growing hard again already. He grins at you.

“I’m going to be late!” You argue, even as you allow him to roll you to your back and press hot kisses to your neck, trailing them to your chest. 

“I’ll make it worth your while, liebling.”

Translations:

Liebling - Darling

Kannst du das fühlen? - Can you feel that?

Spüre, wie ich dich spalte - Feel how I split you?

Schatz - Sweetheart

Bitte - Please

Ja - Yes

Du fühlst dich so gut - You feel so good

Mein Lieblingsplatz - My favorite place

Meine herz - My heart

Please let me know if any of these phrases should be adjusted. Thank you!

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[lookingforweiss]

PHIGHTING HAEYAJI...?

✦ㅤBOOSEOKSOON as PHIGHTERS! ㅤ due to my recent addiction to the game phighting! when my friend made ocs for them, i ended up making a character. then i played the game. needless to say, it's pretty fun, even though it's a mix of the splatoon games and valorant. at least i have something to play to let off steam post-exams!! /jj ㅤ anyways, i thought of assigning phighters to the entirety of svt, but... i didn't really want to leave this one unfinished. 2024, i am a changed bitch. and i'm kinder to myself- so we're starting with BSS for now!! (but before anything else, i'm basing these off the phighters i've played ingame and my experience against/as them.) now without further ado, let's get into it. PHIGHTING- i mean, FIGHTING HAEYAJI ✦ㅤGENRE: headcanons, crack ✦ㅤWC: 530 words.

BOO SEUNGKWAN would be... ROCKET! (and theoretically, SUBSPACE!) he would be so fucking happy to start shooting shit tbh /JJJ rocket is a ranged phighter who... well, shoots shit! this phighter carries around a big ol' bazooka-looking weapon, and is good for crowd control. like seriously. i've died so many times to rocket mains. but you're super fucked when you have to get away from the opposing team, bc rocket is canonically squishy!! kwannie, upon first playing rocket, forgets that he isn't melee and goes right into the battle. during the intermission, he checks the ability descriptions and has an "oh shit" moment. THEN he gets a strat, which is staying still and shooting from afar. only ever uses his phinisher/ult when under pressure i think... but thank god it looks cool!! aabdeawhe but the thought of him playing subspace though, i think would be rlly silly. like, iirc subspace's phinisher is some vortex void thing that sucks in other players (idk if the user is immune). he'd absolutely ENJOY using that fucking thing, but will go back to rocket bc he claims that he can't see what subspace is even doing whenever he does any of his abilities.

LEE SEOKMIN would be... BIOGRAFT and BAN HAMMER! i hate biograft and ban hammer mains all the same. i keep dying to them because i'm a loser and i suck! /j but i think seokminnie would love playing them. biograft is a double-wielder and is fairly fast! you'd get easy kills if you play this phighter correctly/long enough, minnie probably does accidental kill steals whenever playing biograft... (i'd literally hate to go against him, im not afraid to start saying "i hate biograft") meanwhile, ban hammer has this absurdly giant hammer (lmao) and swings that bitch around. bad for when you're trying to move around while fighting, but at least he hits hard! probably played this one first before playing biograft, because woah! big hammer! heavy tank! more time on the frontlines AND damage-dealing! (i hate banhammer mains but i'd let him kill me if it made him happy)

KWON SOONYOUNG would be... MELEE PHIGHTERS and MEDKIT! literally struggled to settle on one melee phighter, but i figured that he'd sometimes shuffle through all of them. like either before a match or mid-match (yes you can do that), he changes depending on what looks cooler, or what would be more convenient/easy/advantageous. i think his more used one would be skateboard tho, solely because you can probably also do actual skateboard tricks. if he and dokyeom are on the same team, he accidentally steals ban hammer /hj. he's silly like that!! medkit is a bit of a special case though. probably plays during the rare moments where he goes against woozi. yeah, he'd play the game as well and mains medkit, bc uji on his own is already "i may be a healer, but..."!! he's p good at it. hoshi, on the other hand, only goes for medkit solely bc he reminds him OF uji. like,,, the exhausted look? the slight affectionate jabs towards his team? the subtle warnings that's just confirmation that he gives a shit? ujicore.

©ㅤ lookingforweiss '24, no reposting anywhere.

#lookingforweiss.chr #written dreams #booseoksoon #boo seungkwan #lee seokmin #lee dokyeom #kwon soonyoung #roblox #phighting! #phighting rocket #phighting subspace #phighting biograft #phighting banhammer #phighting skateboard #phighting medkit

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Aemond x Reader (AFAB!)

Sweet Nothing (formerly known as games in the libarary part 2!)

Aemond x reader (Tutor/gamer au) Fluffish and also smuttish

🔷Summary: Your GPA is tanking and you need help. Luckily there is the grumpy antisocial Aemond to help you out.

🔷Author's note: Based on tutor aus but I made my own spin on it.

🔷Wordcount:5389

🔷Warnings: Au universe, smut, depraved thoughts, bullying, (not aemond or mc bullying each other) rich privilege and bad parenting and the word so*p.

NAMECHANGE: A reader left a comment saying they were listening to the song ''Sweet nothing'' by taylor swift and wrote it fitted them really well so I changed the title! I hope you all like the new title:))

There is something aesthetically pleasing about college parties. Especially if they are thrown by one of your best friends, Baela Targaryen. You heard Aemond is her older something, although the Targaryen family tree has the same effect as math on your brain: It turns to soup.

You despise soup.

It is the wettest of foods, the smell, but most, you hate the name. The word appears unnatural to you, as if someone had just thrown it together-

‘’You OK?’’ A gentle yet rough edged voice brings you out of your moral debate about why soup sucks. Aemond Targaryen has followed you loyally around (with your consent, this is not a stalker situation) campus and now you both approach one of the frat houses. The house is as big as a mansion and you sometimes wonder what illegal schemes the boys of the frat house and the university you attend get up to even afford the rent of this bohemian building. 

It is odd. Prior to this whole day, you didn’t know Aemond could care about anything but himself, his grades, and his silly little motorcycle (he calls it Vhagar, and it’s a ‘’she’’ apparently. You find that a bit silly, but some things that men are oddly attached to receive that treatment. Like boats) Yet here he is, asking if you are OK. 

You want to cheerfully ring out that you never have been better, but realization soon hits you that it's been a while that anyone was truly interested in how you were doing. If anyone cared at all.

‘’That is a complicated question.’’ You admit. 

‘’With a complicated answer, I assume?’’ He is too clever for his own good.

You chuckle. ‘’Yeah. I’m doing fine.’’ Why you feel the need to lie to him, you don’t know. 

Finally you both approach the gold with blue gatework where the three Valyrian words are chiseled into the framework of the gates. Aemond crosses his arms over his chest, his backpack over half his right shoulder, threatening to fall off any moment now. He clears his throat and reads the words out loud to you. ‘’Dracarys, Dona Daorun.’’ You know some of these words. One, to be exact. ‘’Such a odd motto.’’ He adds. 

Even from the garden you can hear the noises of the party, chatting, spattering of water and even loud music as someone likely brought a speaker. Or three, if you know your friends well. 

Aemond seems to stiffen at the noise, his blue eyes alarmed and doubt written across his face. Instead of letting him run off, you lace your fingers through his own,and simply drag him inside with you.

‘’Pool parties are my favorite.’’ You tell Aemond with a wink. ‘’I love swimming. I always wanted to be a mermaid when I-’’ You notice his cold and suddenly icy stare at the host of the party, who approaches you in his swimming trunks. 

Jacaerys Velyaron simply runs a hand through his brown hair, pushing it back slightly before greeting you as if you two are long lost friends. ‘’Y/n! You made it!’’ He grins, likely already tipsy to say the least. He looks Aemond over and you both look like you’d belong anywhere but a pool party. ‘’And you brought a friend.’’ He adds. You chuckle uncomfortably at his icy tone. As if you brought a wooden horse in and the soldiers have crawled out. 

‘’I hope it’s cool?’’ you say, waving enthusiastically at your friends. They don’t wave back, red plastic cups in hands and judgemental stares all over you, but especially over Aemond who is holding his backpack only tighter, regret mirroring in his good eye as he plays with a ring on his fingers.

Luckily Jace seems to agree.

‘’You know me too well.’’ He puts his hand on your back, escorting you quickly away from Aemond. ‘’Baela wants your help, I believe. And Daemon wants to play seven minutes but he has no one who wants to play.’’ You wrinkle your nose. Daemon is a sweet, but very intense guy. He means no harm, he is just a bit too intense for you. Plus, you were certain he and Queen B Rhaenyra were dating. You at least assumed so, after Rhaenyra’s claim was made on Daemon in the form of some pretty aggressive tongue locking.

You feel so glad to see Baela that you forget all about Aemond. ‘’Oh my gosh, Y/N! Finally free of your horror session!’’ She exclaims, perhaps a bit too loud before pushing you into an exeratated and perhaps bone-crushing and soul-vanishing hug. You hug her back, of course, pretending to go alone with her agreeing you enjoy your freedom…

Although you aren’t sure why she thought you were in peril?

And horror sessions?

You think back of the way that Aemond topped you in the library, fucking you just in the right spot at the sweet oak desk-

The only horror of it was the numbers perhaps. The rest of it felt nice. Your eyes wander to some of the guys, mostly jocks and athletes drinking in the corner of the room, gathered around in a circle when placing bets and boasting about their conquest. Aemond didn’t need to be nice, yet he treated you better than most of your ex boyfriends. He maybe wanted to be inside you all the same, but he bothered to offer lunch after, and when you talked, he listened. He paid attention. Your exes mostly were lost in the front of your shirt, or tried to shut you up with kisses. You thought it was affection. Now it sickenings you to think of it.

And just like that, your usual jock conversations don’t do the thing for you anymore. A tall jock named Laenor jokes with you about how a girl had a stutter when asking him out and all you think about is how Laenor and your friends would react if they would find out you are far from perfect.

That numbers cause wars in your head, that math frightens you, that your brain can’t handle puzzles and that it all is sometimes so much to handle, to know your brain works differently, it’s sometimes a lot. It would be nice, if someone would understand. Just once.

You notice Baela has gone missing. So has Jace. Not this again. ‘’I thought we all had agreed that we would not let Baela hook up with Jace again?’’ You scold the other girls. One of them, named Sara just shrugs. 

‘’O, we totally agreed that we would, this morning when getting boba. You were missing, so you didn’t notice it.’’ She smiles sweetly but you have played Stardew Valley. You have endured the caves. You know when a skeleton is smiling at you. Fuck, you watched the vampire dairies. You know when someone is out there, for your neck. ‘’When you did your cute little charity project.’’ 

‘’Aemond is just a friend.’’ You hear yourself say the words before you can control yourself. 

Is he? Then why do you feel the sting of that lie? Then why let him fuck you in a library? Then why tell him more about you than any of your friends? Then why invite him?

You think back of Aemond, suddenly all alone by the gates and turn back around, looking for him. The more ground you cover, passing by making out couples and gambling, the more your mind tells you something is wrong.

When you arrive by the pool, you hear Jace and his closest circle of friends laughing, as well as Baela. ‘’You saw the way he looked? I thought he was gonna cry there for a moment.’’ Jace taunts, kissing Baela drunk all over her cheek. Baela giggles and turns to face you. 

‘’Y/n. Rhaenyra wants us all to get coffee tomorrow. I know you are currently busy with your charity project but do keep in mind that we must all respect the social hierarchy.’’ You nod absent, more dread filling your stomach as you eye the water, where something or someone clearly came out of or someone was pushed in.

‘’Did you guys see Aemond?’’ You ask, almost ignoring Baela’s suggestion, and Rhaenyra’s clear invention to once again snoop in your life.

‘’Aemond? What do you want with that loser?’’

Daemon finally has enough of Rhaenyra and walks over to you, but Rhaenyra remains watchful as a hawk, her arms crossed and her lips perfect in a scowl. In your circles it's unheard of to steal one’s boyfriend, even if the relationship is broken up. Aside from that, Daemon is hot but also hotheaded and a real pain in the ass when he wants to be.  

You lie again. ‘’Nothing. I just have his books.’’ You don’t. He took them all with him. You only have his cum likely inside of you, thank the gods for the pill. 

He scales you up and down, and you feel uncomfortable. ‘’Hm. You go do that, little thing. I have something for him.’’ He takes a moment and dramatically picks up something near the pool. You watch in horror as he pulls out a soaked notebook in your eyes proof that they threw Aemond and his books in the pool.

You feel the blood leave your face.

You brought him here.

You did this.

‘’What did you do?’’ You demand, your voice becoming unnaturally sharp and cold.

Daemon is not used to that and turns to Baela who looks shocked that you dare to address Daemon that way, over someone as Aemond. ‘’We threw his backpack in the pool.’’ Daemon says, like it's obvious, gesturing to the pool like you can’t see for yourself. ‘’The little shit had it coming all those years ago. He went after it. It was like watching a little puppy drown.’’ He likely went to grab his bag. Can Aemond even swim?

Jace laughs. ‘’Daemon jumped in and held him under water for a few minutes.’’ You nearly choke on the air you take.

‘’You what?’’ You don’t care that Daemon can beat you up or is the king of the school. That goes too far in your book. Aemond could have died.

Baela grabs your wrists, so she can look into your eyes.

‘’Why do you care? It’s funny. Aemond is a loser.’’ She says, as if she is somehow hypnotizing you into becoming her mindless follower again. 

But this time, you win.

‘’That’s…not funny, Baela. That is dangerous and messed up.’’ You pull your hands away, and take off running back to the gates, looking for Aemond. You have made a mistake. But how long ago did you make this? How long were you a silent bully, a witness to a tyrant? How many Aemonds did you ignore?

You finally spot him, his jacket drenched walking down the dark street, his backpack half open and his face wet of either tears or water. You rush over, calling his name. At first he ignores you. The second time, he turns around glaring at you. ‘’I should have known it was too good to be true.’’ He says, finally his voice strangled. ‘’Which of them came up with the little game? I bet it was Baela.’’

‘’What Game?’’ But you already know. He thinks this was all a cruel joke to harm and humiliate him. To break his heart.

He scoffs. ‘’This game. You are pretending to care about me. You fucking me and letting me-’’ He points a finger at you accusingly but does not have the energy left to fight.

You rush after him. ‘’I’m sorry. I didn’t know you and Jace had history. And I didn’t know they would do this to you. Whatever you need replaced, I can-’’

And that is even worse. You are a rich girl, after all.

‘’Don’t bother.’’ He snaps at you. ‘’I want you to leave me alone.’’

You don’t know how to convince him to let you in again. You suppose honesty is the best approach. ‘’I’m sorry. I never should have brought you here. But you always seemed so lonely and-’’ 

‘’Why do you care?!’’  You are startled by his harsh tone but don’t back down. Instead you fold your hands and blink away tears you didn’t even know you had. Your voice is a soft, sweet whisper.

You know why you care. ‘’Because perhaps I know what it's like to be lonely. Perhaps I liked the guy you are when no one is around. Maybe I wanted to know you a bit better. Not all of us rich kids are malicious assholes like Daemon, you know?’’ He seems to take his armor off at those words, his face softening and avoiding your eyes, a clear sign of regret for yelling at you. You reach out to him, kneeling at his feet.

Aemond blushes in the light of the streetlights, quickly looking around for witnesses and anyone else who might see.  ‘’Wow-’’ He nearly shouts in pure surprise, and you grin at where his mind went.

‘’Don’t get excited, mister. I’m just checking the damage.’’ You tell him. ‘’Sir.’’ You add with a cheeky grin. He holds back a soft groan, although you hear it perfectly. You open the backpack, taking his books out for him and putting them on the street, oblivious to your surroundings as you start examining them. 

Most of these cost at least 500. And they are all ruined. Aemond mentioned before, he isn’t a ‘’rich little girl’’ like you, and likely does not have the funds to replace these books he needs for his study. You put them back in his backpack, but you and Aemond are not stupid.

You can both tell these books are done for.

And so is Aemond if you don’t fix this mess.

‘’I am so sorry.’’ You tell him. ‘’I had no idea they were capable of this.’’ You were blind. Just as blind as Aemond.

He nods, pretending to be aloof and cool about it, but you can judge by the way his eye is glued to his shoes that he is anything but cool about this. ‘’Nothing that can be done now.’’ You refuse to believe that. There’s gotta be something. Anything.

‘’That is not true.’’ You look at his books. ‘’I’m sure there’s a solution.’’

There has to be.

Certainly.

But Aemond does not want to hear it. Instead he heads toward his dorm. You follow him, lost as a puppy, carrying his backpack for him as he gave up on it. He may have given up on it, but you won’t give up on it yet. 

–

Half an hour later, the door of the dorm door opens as you enter it. Aemond is laying on his bed, playing with a sapphire. He looks at you and you are confronted with the hole where his eye used to be. He curses, quickly covering his eye and searches for his eyepatch. You put the new textbooks on the table. Aemond’s mouth drops as he takes in the brand new books. ‘’No.’’ He simply declares. ‘’No, I can’t accept this. This is insane this must cost-’’ You will murder this man.

He smells freshly showered, and judging by his hair he just got a shower, a fresh set of clothes that haven’t felt your skin yet, and a attitude that makes your inner brat go wild. Focus!

You did have to pull some strings but you don’t mind. So what if your stepdick does not give you allowance for two whole weeks? So what if your mother is ‘’beyond disappointed?’’ Like she cares. If she really cared, she’d ditch that awful guy and fly home from her paradise fucking in Dorne. 

If she cared, she’d know you had the diagnosis NVLD since you were six and would never even be considered to graduate in a math study like Aemond. She would know, these books are not meant for you. She would, if only she cared. Which she obviously, does not.

You silence Aemond with a gesture. ‘’Nothing. Consider it your payment for being patient with me during our lessons. If you still wish to continue it, of course.’’ You say. ‘’I took care of it. It’s fine.’

‘’Of course it is.’’ It does not matter if you meant well, Aemond sees it as a confirmation that he, as an average earning person, can never not have the same chances as a rich girl like yourself. He could be Einstein reborn and nothing could open the doors that are thrown open for you. 

‘’If you feel bad, you take some classes I don’t do. And not all your books were in your bag. You can take the books from those subjects, and we can share during our shared subjects? Unless you think it’s stupid and want nothing to do with me, I’ll vanish from your life like a sock in a washing machine-’’ He simply cups your chin, kissing your forehead. You feel heat rush to your cheeks, fighting your emotions. He waits for you to push away.

You don’t.

So he leans in, kissing your lips.

‘’Thank you.’’ He whispers. ‘’This is like the coolest thing anyone has ever done for me.’’ He says, a bit emotional. 

‘’That’s what friends do.’’ You tell him.

His response breaks your heart. ‘’Hm. I never counted myself lucky enough to find that out.’’

You notice the mood changes quickly and becomes sad again. You don’t deal with that very well. If at all.  ‘’So, show me around!’’ He chuckles at your eagerness, getting up from the bed, putting the sapphire he was playing with aside on his nightstand. 

‘’So, this is where the magic happens.’’ He gestures to his bed, with Pokémon covers on it. He seems to notice that a moment too late  and shakes his head at you, blushing brightly. ‘’I- they’re a gift from my brother.’’ He quickly blurts out. ‘’We give each other silly things for the solstice. I gave him a Charmender plushie.’’ 

‘’I like squirtle.’’ You tell him with a wink. ‘’He’s perhaps a bit rough around the edges, but he’s a good guy.’’ 

Aemond blushes again, catching on. 

‘’He’s pretty great. Do you have a favorite Pokémon?’’

You think, for a moment, and only the yellow little electrician shows up, the one that clings to the main guy in the show (or is it an anime?) who goes ‘’Pika! Pika, pika!’’ and shoots lightning out of his butt. Or tail.

That is not very impressive to you, to pick Pickahu. It’s a cliche. Aemond likely will want to hear another Pokémon. A clever one, a cute Pokémon that befits your personality and your whole life.

You think back to when you were alone for your 7th birthday party. The chefs at your home had put on pancakes and you had more toys and gifts than you could count. But your mother wasn’t there. Again, gone with the Stepdick. But you know who was there? Pikachu. It was all you could rely on. Pikachu would always be there.

‘’I can only think of the main one. Sorry.’’ you confess. ‘’Pikachu.’’

He looks you up and down, as if picturing you…perhaps as a Pokémon?

‘’Don’t be. I think it fits you very well. Pickachu is a little happy fella with a big heart. That suits you perfectly, actually.’’ He tells you, smiling still like an idiot. You bet you have the same smile.

You notice his room is clean of clothing. By the desk stands a small tv, with a clear Nintendo switch docked in. You cautiously walk over, eying the switch without touching it.  ‘’Yep. That is my pride and joy.’’ Aemond confirms, following you like a shadow.

You notice a big purple controller on the desk. When you accidentally bump against the desk, the controller lights up, showing you beautiful neon lights in rainbow colors.  ‘’Wow. Cool controller.’’ You gently pick it up. You feel a thick almost rubber coating on the controls, and despite your hands being much smaller than Aemond’s, the controller fits perfectly.

‘’Feels funny…’’

Aemond does not say much, but you know he wants you to put it back. So you do. ‘’Uhm, yeah.’’ He comments, blushing. ‘’Uhm, purple was all there was left.’’

‘’O. I saw they have cool Zelda ones.’’ You tell him. 

He looks away. ‘’They’re..expensive.’’

‘’O, right. Sorry.’’ You continue your tour. Aemond turns his controller off, and you notice some walls are there that weren’t there before. You notice a small box with a figurine sitting on a shelf by his bed, you didn’t notice before somehow. Likely too busy staring at Aemond’s wet silky hair, and his deep sad eye….

‘’Oh my gosh,’’ you mutter delightedly. ‘’You have Funko!’’ It is true. There are at least ten boxes with famous characters sitting on his shelf. You walk over, inspecting them closer, but without touching them. 

Aemond rubs his neck, a bit blushing. ‘’You dig?’’

You nod, enthusiastically. ‘’Absolutely. My stepfather and I don't agree on a  lot of things, But we agree that Funko’s are worth investing in. And just look how cute they are!’’ You notice a funko of GhostFace, the killer of scream, a funko of Squirtle (of course) and likely more of fantasy books and series you never truly got into.  

Aemond laughs, relieved. ‘’I’m glad you like them. I sometimes worry people might find them stupid.’’ You stop glancing at his Funkos, looking back at him.

‘’I would never find anything stupid. I know too well how hurtful it is when people think you are stupid.’’ You say. Aemond nods at your words, agreeing. He is busy with rubbing his neck muscles, a pained expression almost printed on his face. 

‘’Aemond, are you OK?’’ You move a bit closer to where he is sitting on the bed. 

He nods, rubbing his neck still. ‘’It’s just my muscles. So annoying.’’

You look around for a pillow, picking one up from the ground. 

You put it on the bed for him. ‘’I like your dorm. It is calm here. I live in a sorority. Sometimes I can barely think.’’ You admit to him. 

Aemond pushes the pillow behind his back, nodding to you as if to say that you can continue your rant. ‘’You know your secret is safe with me?’’ He asks, confirming your gut. ‘’I made the mistake of telling Daemon something, and he turned it against me. I will keep it a secret.’’ He promises. 

‘’What happened at the pool?’’ You ask eventually.

Aemond recalls it all too well. ‘’Well, Jace came over. He told me to get the fuck out, that you were tongue deep wrapped around a guy’s cock? Laenor or something?’’ He looks at you, giving you the chance to deny it. 

You open your mind.

Aemond interrupts however. ‘’However, I know Laenor is gay. He once paid me to do an essay for him for History and he had company over when I was handing it in.’’ You don’t notice any scoffing or mocking or ill jokes.

‘’Aemond Targaryen, did you help someone cheat?’’ You tease, grinning. You like that he has a darker hidden side. He only raises his brows, slightly blushing and avoiding your eyes, biting on his under lip. Gods, that’s so hot.

He nods. ‘’It was justified. I needed money to buy a controller.’’ And controllers are expensive. 

He picks the story back up where he left it. ‘’Daemon came over, told me that playtime was over. I tried to walk away, I did. He and his friends cornered me and Daemon threw me in the pool, bag and all.’’ Playtime is over? What does that mean?

‘’I tried to get out, but Daemon was faster. He grabbed me by the skull and kept my head down underwater. I am not a good swimmer. I tried kicking, resurfacing and even biting him, but he was stronger. I really thought he’d kill me.’’ You listen, imagining Aemond dead at the bottom of a pool. You don’t like that idea.

Aemond sighs, covering his face with both his hands. ‘’Oh, now I need to tell you, don’t I?’’ He sighs. ‘’The truth is: The controller is not expensive. I needed to get this one, because it has ergonomic grips.’’ So that is what you felt. ‘’I need special controllers. I have special pencils too. Just stabilos but, still.’’

It clicks.

‘’You have something with your muscles, don’t you?’’ You recall the way he wrote down the sums in your notebook, his handwriting beautiful but the way he held onto that pencil…

Aemond nods. ‘’Yeah. I’ve got Hypermobility, basically. It moves my joints much further-’’ To prove his point, he moves his thumb, now bent in an unnatural position. At first you are shocked by the ease and how quick he could do that. Then, you become curious.

‘’So, is that why you can’t swim?’’

‘’Ouch.’’ Yet he keeps smiling, likely happy to tell someone, anyone about this. ‘’No, I can swim. Just not that long, and not that fast. My muscles tire faster than usual but if I just exercise regularly, it should not be an issue.’’ He wrinkles his nose, grinning as if telling you what he thinks of that. ‘’I should swim more, but I haven't had the chance yet with classes and stuff.’’ 

You sit there in silence. There have been countless days you cried because you always assumed you were the only one at college who had these things. Things like your math-soup. Yet here is someone else, who too, is struggling in their own way. In a way it is disgusting to think about it, but it makes you feel less alone. It makes you feel something you haven’t felt ever before. It makes you feel ….

Good enough.

Capable.

Hopeful for the future.

Aemond switches his thumb back in its regular position, and you wonder if the long fingers are part of the condition he has. It likely is, as Aemond’s fingers are really tall. ‘’Now you know something about me too.’’ Aemond says. ‘’Although, I would appreciate you keeping this a secret.’’ He adds. ‘’I don’t want pity or special treatment. I’m sure you can relate to that.’’ Yeah, you do.

‘’Or worse, people telling me what I can and can’t do. Just because I have a condition, a disability, so to speak, does not mean that I’m helpless or something.’’ He rambles on. You nod.

You see the final shelf above the closet of Aemond’s room. You take note of a few plushies, mostly squirtle but another one takes your interest. It is a adorable devil like creature with big ears and a wooden stick in its hand.

‘’Who’s that?’’ You ask him, pointing to the red little fella. Aemond follows your finger, looking at the plush. He breaks into a grin, quickly rushing over to the plush, picking it up so you may see it up close. 

‘’That’s from Zelda.’’ He begins to tell, excited to share this with you.

‘’That’s Link?’’

He looks a little different than on the box art you’ve seen. Link is usually a humanoid guy with blonde hair. Not a red devil creature with a smile so big you’d assume it learned when the world will end.

‘’No, that’s a Bokoblin’’ Aemond gently corrects you. ‘’He’s like the goomba of the game. They attack Link.’’ Aemond rambles off to tell you about Zelda, where you would encounter the creatures, and how they prefer meat, but accept fruit as well, almost as humans. He also shows you different patterns of bokoblins, and depending on the color, the level of difficulty to defeat them changes. 

‘’So what do you do once you got them all beaten?’’ You ask.

He breaks into a grin. ‘’Oh, that’s the wonderful thing about this game. Once in a few days, there is a Blood Moon. All enemies you killed respawn. The bad guy resurrects them. The souls find their bodies, once more.’’ He shows you a video he made on his switch.

From the very first time you saw that moon rise up on where Aemond’s Link was standing, slowly covering the world in the red, threatening life and hearing the tense music play, and just Aemond being next to you on his bed, unaware of you holding his hand, you were done for. The bokoblin looks at you from where Aemond put him on the desk. A temporary spot, you are certain. 

‘’Hey, uhm Aemond?’’ You ask, breaking his concentration as he searches for more videos to show you. He looks up, and you are confronted once again with his elf-like face. 

‘’Remember when you said that I would like Zelda?’’ You ask.

He nods. You nod to his switch. You are nervous but shoot your shot.

‘’If you want, can we perhaps play it? If you are near me, I can ask whatever questions I’ve got without feeling stupid.’’ Aemond perks up at that, nearly causing his head to bump at your own. 

‘’No one knows everything on their first play through. You are not stupid. This game came out in 2017, I picked it up years later for my birthday, and I still discover stuff years later.’’ He says. You nod, still awaiting his no or yes.

‘’Of course, I want to play Zelda with you.’’ 

Aemond and you nestle up on the bed, forgetting all about the world outside his dorm. He takes the controller from the desk, handing it to you. He creates a special profile on his switch for you, although you protest at first. He has however 3 empty slots so he claims he does not mind. After your profile has been made, he opens Zelda for you. Then he just watches you, plays, discovers and lives.

—

You run around as Link in circles, not bothering to put the clothes on that you found earlier. You notice beautiful mushrooms near the cave, so you pick them. Aemond watches you play, an amused smile on his lips as you discover the truly wild and boundless experience of this game. 

You notice an old man sitting near a fire. ‘’Talk to him. He is important.’’ Aemond says, without spoiling too much. You have Link run over, still wearing just his underwear. In enthusiasm, you double click, but by doing so, you steal a cooked apple in front of the man, likely the owner. 

‘’Hey, that’s my apple! This won’t stand!’’ The man says. 

’Oh fuck, will he hate me now?’’ You ask Aemond. Aemond laughs, but not at you. He just seems to enjoy being with you.

He shakes his head and moves a little closer to you. ‘’Nah. He can’t hate you. You’re kinda perfect.’’ You blush as he moves a little closer, kissing your cheeks.

—-

Soon after that encounter you finally see a bokoblin wander around. Well, it kind of came jumping out of a bush and tried to kill you, but you do not mind.

You rush at them. ‘’Hug time!’’ You declare. In your hand is a stick. You don’t expect to actually hug the creature, but to hit them. That is actually a lot more difficult than it appears, as the creature jumps out of the way, attacking you back.

Eventually you are defeated and turn to Aemond for help, who gives you a few tips. 

Together you slay the monster. 

And take his horns, for some reason.

—----

It is late now, almost one in the morning. It is sunday today and thank the gods for it. 

You and Aemond are still up, bottles of soda and pringle cans opened up around you, as your eyes are glued to the screen. You and Aemond have just met Impa, and you are tired, but you can’t seem to stop playing. A yiga clan member ambushes you, and despite your pathetic little squeak of surprise, you manage to defeat it. Alone. 

Eventually you fall asleep, in Aemond’s room, his body close to yours. The controller remains on the bed, between an empty bowl of pringles and Aemond’s bokoblin plushie. You hear Aemond’s gentle snore and just close your eyes and welcome the sound of nothing.

Just Sweet nothing.

#Au universe #smut #desk fucking #p in v #dom/sub #reader x aemond #fluff #gamer references #cozy gamer gf and shoot-em-up bf (found something else? Let me know) #tags #hotd #hotd fanfiction #hotd fanfic #hotd smut #aemond targaryen #aemond #aemond one eye #hotd x reader #hotd x you #aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond smut #aemond fic #aemond fanfiction #hotd x oc #aemond x oc #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x oc #Fluffy #sweet

[darth-sonny]

do you have any lore or more information on venus from your weary and wild au?

OH BOY DO I!!!!!!

i have a lot. but i'll tell you about two specific bits that are really important to her arc

HER MUTATION

i wasn't kidding when i said that Venus was the first mutated. i think Yoshi was in Draxum's clutches for longer than what was seen in goyles, goyles, goyles, probably a day or two. in that time, Draxum took some of Yoshi's blood samples and mixed it with his mutagen, which was still in development and not perfected at all. still very unstable

Venus was the turtle baby he chose to mutate first to see what kind of kinks and bugs he needed to work out. tl;dr., she was basically the test subject for the test subjects. if her mutation went well? then great! more soldiers for Draxum's army. if it didn't go so well and something bad happened? oh well, at least Draxum will know what to work on

(this, naturally, gave her some personal issues when she grew up. Draxum unfortunately never hid that tidbit from her)

so, by the time Draxum decided to mutate the boys, Venus was already mutated and toddling around somewhere

as stated before, the mutagen used to mutate her was in beta stage and unstable, which meant Venus wasn't fully humanoid as the boys ended up being. since she's a leatherback sea turtle, she was an aquatic mutant, and thus Draxum had to keep her in a tank full of water for the first few months. after he mutated her again with his perfected ooze, she ended up having the humanoid soldier form her brothers have

as a result of being mutated twice, Venus is much more bloodthristy and sadistic than her brothers. however, unlike her brothers, she has better control of those urges and can choose whether or not she falls into them. a direct result of her upbringing. she could kick Raph, Donnie, and Mikey's asses if she wanted to, but when it comes to Four, he will beat her in a fight

to put it simply; girlie has a beast mode

HER RELATIONSHIP WITH THE HAMATOS & DRAXUM

hoo boy. this is gonna be a mess, so strap in

while, yes, Draxum is redeemed and becoming a better person, the guy did start out as a villain whose main goal was to wipe out humanity. he raised Venus as a soldier, running her ragged with training meant for five instead of one. she was well aware that there were meant to be more of her, but she's the only one Draxum has now

Venus... does not like the Hamatos. her reasons aren't because of the family in particular, but because she's projecting her (rather justified) hatred of Draxum onto them

Draxum was. just the absolute worst for Venus during those times. he's changed now, but back then, the goat-man was – for a lack of a better term – abusive. he wasn't satisfied with her and used to take out his anger at having lost four of his soldiers out on her

and then, of course, came the day when he sold her to Big Mama. or, as the spider puts it, "gifted" Venus to her

whatever sort of hope that Venus had that maybe Draxum could one day turn around and start treating her better got destroyed on that day

she hates Draxum. plain and simple

however, she can't hate Four. he's her little brother, her baby brother. she doesn't like the others, but she 1000% likes Four

when she found out that Draxum suddenly became a good guy because of he had nothing else going on and because of the Hamatos, she... well. she immediately began hating that family, too. doesn't matter that they're her family by blood. she hates them

(her ninpō, as a result, is basically buried under D E E P rubble. not that she knows about it anyhow)

she'll call the other three her brothers (because that's what they are), but she doesn't consider them to be her brothers. they're as brothers to her the same way a stranger on fifth avenue is her friend. Four is the only one she actually considers family

it's the same to Splinter. she knows he's her biological father, the donor that made her mutation possible, but she doesn't really think of him as a father. a fatherly man, yes, but as her actual father? no, not really

and she'd rather die than call Draxum her father

all in all, my girl has a lot of personal issues to work out, and i am excited to get to them

(she does consider Big Mama to be her mother, but the girl's way too emotionally constipated to let that title spring out)

#she gets better with them fam but. it's gonna take... quite a while to get there #four is basically her only connection with the hamatos and the only one she'll talk to when he's with them #sonny answers #weary and wild au #i have to draw more for her. she'd my babygorl

[blue-arts-stuff]

To me, shipping bu**ie (have to censored because there will be ppl after me) is actually fine.

But the toxic fans are living in another spectrum of delusional nearly to crack addict, they got a taste of bi evan instead of seeing this as a good rep they went hammock (dragging Tommy and Lou on twt is insane behaviour). Like if it's not Tommy I'm sure it's going to be Buck with another random woman and Eddie stays the same. The network already risk once with making one of their main core cast interested in a same sex relationship after 7 seasons and I don think ppl know how big of a deal that is. It's literally gambling with reintroduce a well established character as queer. Like they were on the edge of their seats praying for their lives and it paid off. You aren't bad people when u yourself want to see good representation of your community. Jumping ships is fine and none have to apologize about it.

I like the fact that they reconstructed Tommy with off screen char dev, basically a character that are known b4 instead giving Buck a random ass man with no connections to other ppl -> hence a dull plot. I also like how they pick Tommy since Tommy is the only strong character with an arc that made appearence enough in s2 that can return as Buck interest. Tommy treats Buck well, respect his boundaries and agree to meet him after that second date (because I would not have done that after experienced THAT first date like he's such a good lad). It's realistic in a way that you can hear this dialouges and interactions happened between real people irl instead of a more ficticious approach. Tommy is his own person and he treat Buck as a person instead of wanting sth from him like the previous love interests.

Also I would always rather go 4 a gay canonical ship because edging for a relationship between 2 characters that may never happened is tiresome for me. Don't even get me started on those delulu cheating theory like that would have tanked the whole Buck bi representation as a whole.

Both Evan and Tommy are categorized as big macho men and we don't see that gay relationship with big macho men much in media. Usually queer relationship always have to look a certain way, dress a certain way to be identify as queer u know what i mean?

Ending note: I don't care if bucktommy is not endgame I want to just see this beautiful relationship developed.

P/s: if you r a fan of mass effect then bucktommy reminds me so much of Mshenko.

#bucktommy