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Do Attack on Titan Fans still refer to this Blog for Repost of the Stories from the Attack on Titan Short Stories Booklet/Smartpass? 👀
Sorry I’m Long-Sighted now and still without a PC/Laptop plus Real Life distracting me, so typing out the Stories can get tedious! But will try start upload again soon!
#au smartpass#snk au smartpass#aot au smartpass#aot short stories#snk short stories#attack on titan short stories#attack on titan smartpass#I need bifocals glasses
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My deepest darkest secret is that I meticulously picked through all the glasses frames in the store so that my glasses would look the most like Guillermo’s huge, round wire frames
#maybe i’m insane#wwdits#guillermo de la cruz#nandor the relentless#nadja of antipaxos#lazlo cravensworth#nandermo#nadja my good lady wife#what we do in the shadows#nandor and his boyfriend#jackie daytona#glasses#four eyes#cant see shit#I need bifocals to see lmao#bifocal glasses#optometrist#eyes
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Lactose intolerant AND colorbilnd?? docdufresne you've outdone yourself
M AN..............
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"Why do you listen to audiobooks instead of reading" I am Extremely farsighted and have nystagmus; I get eyestrain headaches after about 30 mins even with reading glasses. Thanks
#I have both bifocals and separate Xtreme Magnification reading glasses and it still makes my eyes tired#I can only read in short bursts#My phone is fine because I can blow the text up to like 500% lol#I need that Internet Archive print disability privilege
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To people who are rather dependent on glasses to see clearly bc now I’m curious:
Pls reblog bc I’m genuinely so curious
#for me I only wear them when I leave the house#otherwise I can’t read the big signs for grocery isles#and god forbid i get pulled over I don’t wanna get in trouble#also not being able to See Everything in a place in not 100% comfy in makes me so anxious#catch me refusing to wear them whilst reading or drawing#I like to pretend to wonder why reading gives me migraines#then I refuse to wear my glasses#like I had to buy separate reading glasses#like I’ve got bifocals that mostly help but to See Clearly while reading j need the Strong Reading glasses#it’s okay I’ll sit hunched over my books and art#totally the best option here
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was hit in the face with a softball lobbed gently and slowly at me, age 7
....twice
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not me, still thinking about the KJ who shadow banned me for being too sexy
#i can only assume#heheh but i was indeed shadow banned after the crowd loved my first song#lol is it because i look like a mix of jason momoa and frank sinatra#how can I disguise myself as an un-sexy guy for karaoke#without being outwardly crass#i'm about to go nerdy andre 3000 mode#there's only one karaoke bar left in town where i'm not shadowbanned so this is my last chance#this happens too often... we need more gay men or cis-het women as KJ#or at least fewer insecure dudes#i swear if i walk in there and the KJ is an insecure looking white dude I'm buying bifocals no hesitation#i don't need glasses and i won't care what the prescription is
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every time I go and get new glasses and put them on I am always astonished at now blind I am
#rex rambles#I need to ask my opthamalogist abt alternatives to eyedrops to keep my eyes from getting worse#he'd mentioned full time bifocal contacts since my eyes are SO BAD and if my prescription gets worse............ well............#and yes I'm basically blind w/o my glasses seeing as I'm like -9.5 in my right eye and like -7 something in my left#LOL I was too powerful so I got nerfed into the ground
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I love the "glasses are disability" thing because it applies to basically every complaint abled people have about disability
"You're not even that bad, why would you get that?" Have you ever used a magnifying glass for small details or zoomed in on a picture
"Why do you have that accommodation TODAY?" Why do you wear reading glasses when you're reading
"It seems like your 'needs' are inconsistent." Yeah and you wear sunglasses when it's sunny and not all the time
"But you can technically walk without that." Yeah and if I put the page really close to your face you could read it, it would just hurt and be hugely impractical, inconvenient, and limiting
"But you COULD go without it all the time, you don't NEED it to live." And maybe you could technically see without your glasses, doesn't mean it's comfortable or practical day to day
"If you REALLY had a hard time seeing you would have glasses." Have you ever known someone who couldn't afford a new pair of glasses? Or eye appointments? Someone who needed vision therapy or special prism glasses? Someone whose vision only gets bad during migraines or seizures? Someone with astigmatism that glasses can't help? Someone who didn't qualify for LASIK?
"You only use it when you're out in public." Have you ever gotten up to use the bathroom at night without putting on your glasses
"Decorating it is just trying to get attention, and it's a medical device so stop glamorizing it." Do you hate any patterned or colorful glasses frames too? Art with characters who wear glasses? People who make OCs with glasses? Glasses chains, prescription sunglasses, aesthetic fake glasses with tinted lenses?
"There are secretly lots of people just using aids for fun and attention." There are secretly lots of people wearing fake glasses or colored contacts for fun and attention, it does not affect you
"We need to find fakers, they're stealing disabled resources!" Someone pretending to need glasses is "taking" a seat in the front from someone who might need it more. That sucks and they shouldn't do that. But I'm not going to scrutinize every person who wears glasses to see if I think they really need that seat. You personally are not the arbiter of who is (based on the random times you've seen them) secretly not disabled
"My friend has that and doesn't act like that." Does every pair of glasses in production, or even every pair close to your prescription, work for you? Is your vision identical to every other nearsighted person?
"If you can do X why can't you do Y? Some people with that can do Y."/"But if you have that how can you do X? People with that can't usually do X." Some people are nearsighted and some people are farsighted and some people are both. Some farsighted people can read some without glasses and some can't. And good distance vision doesn't mean you don't ever need glasses, it's just an entirely different reason you'd need glasses
"You're too young to need that." And there are young people who need bifocal lenses
"Why don't you use this DIFFERENT aid though, it would look like you didn't even have an aid." Why doesn't everyone in the world wear contacts
"Why can't I/my friend/my kid play with it?" Do you let random strangers and children try on your glasses at the grocery store
"I was just trying to help, I thought you'd need a push/you were in the way." Are you cool with me suddenly pulling your glasses off your face to clean them, or because the glare was distracting me
"You'll eventually stop using it though right?" Are you planning on no longer needing glasses someday
Disabled people are free to add
I am aware this is not a 1-to-1 perfectly accurate post. Do not come into the notes trying to "um actually this isn't a perfect comparison." I know. Just don't
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Your middle-aged, loser Genetics professor who has a dad bod <3
Part 9
Wc. 7.7k
Miguel waits in his car, his gaze not fixated on anything specific; simply forward. He rests his forearm on the car door, window down. The thick hairs of his arm raise as his mind ventures, replaying the past few hours in his mind. A low hum stirs against his chest. There’s a sort of glow he emulates as he sits there idly, smizing at nothing in particular. He probably looks like a total creep with how he’s grinning in his car, alone, looking off into space. No passenger. You've sat there for the past few months, from campus to your place, and vice versa. But today, you aren’t there, yet he’s happy. His heartbeat intensifies, his stomach contracting once or twice due to unfiltered chuckles. As he waits patiently in the car, he lets it consume him, the memory of that morning, and he closes his eyes.
“Okay, what do you think?” you reach your arms out as if to present a prize, and the winner is Miguel. Miguel, who looks uncomfortable in your too-small-for-him lounge chair but shows no sign of strain on his face, fixes his glasses and observes with love-sickened eyes. After a simple, romantic breakfast at his place, he insisted on taking you back home so that you could get ready. Then after dropping you off, you figured he might as well stay so he can take you to the ceremony, too.
“Is it too much?” You give a little twirl.
His eyes scan thoroughly scan you. “Jesus… How’d I get so lucky?” The question sounds genuine, as if needing an actual answer. “You’re beautiful, mama.”
This makes you smile in return. You look to the mirror to see if Miguel is right (obviously, he is), running your hands over your pre-planned graduation outfit. Today, you receive your hard-earned Master’s Degree, and even though throughout the year you were convinced you wouldn’t be, you’re feeling more nervous than ever. “Picked it myself.” Your voice wavers just a hint. Has two years really gone by so fast? More specifically, the second year of your grad. The first one felt like eons. Maybe it’s just because you didn’t score an Adonis of a professor that year.
Miguel stands from his chair and comes from behind, his hands snaking through the gap between your arms and waist, holding you tightly against his plush exterior, “I just wish I was the one who got it for you.” and a kiss is pressed to your temple. His grasp seemed to soothe your nerves a bit, your body sinking into his natural warmth and plush. You can see his face through the mirror, the absence of doubt and judgment in his expression making you fall all over again. You really were a lucky girl. He looks at you with such reverence. And maybe a touch of arousal. Those aren’t his keys you feel on your backside.
“Oh, stop. You’ve given me more than enough, Miguel. All I need is you.” With his chin resting on the top of your head, you reach to cup his face, a picture-perfect moment displayed on the full-length mirror. He whispers into your ear, “Giving you lessons doesn’t count, that’s just my job. te voy a dar el mundo, mi Vida.”
“Right, right, and I’m guessing giving me that necklace was a part of your job description?”
You win a rich, dark chuckle from him, but he ignores you, still sprinkling kisses on your skin, his bifocals bending out of place at times. You giggle and even try to break away, but he doesn’t budge. You fight the urge to kiss back just to spite him.
“Or that skirt? Or those shoes? Or that one purse? Damn, how much does the school pay you?”
And before you can further argue, he presses more kisses onto you, almost sending both of you to topple over. “Just let me spoil you, mama.” He speaks against your jaw.
“Miguel!” the gravel chuckle of his voice continues to rumble against the side of your neck. You can’t complain and never will, but the difference between Miguel now versus the Miguel you met still leaves you baffled to this day. Or it isn’t much of a difference or change, really, but rather an unmasking. This Miguel was just stowed away until further notice; placed in the backest corner of the freezer to never see the light of day. This is the person Miguel was dying to show, he just needed the right person to coax it out of him. Now you have him attacking you with wet kisses in the middle of your living room, his hulking arms locked around you with no chance at an escape.
“Right, enough fooling around and help me into this, will you!” Reluctantly, he’ll let you move your hair for better access to the still-open zipper of your outfit.
“Fine. On one condition.”
Sigh. “Yes?”
“Un besito.”
“Oh my God.”
“Take it or leave it. Last offer. Don’t make me make it two.”
“Given there’s no one else around to zip me up, I guess I have no choice. Just my luck.” you joke, eagerly leaning your head back against his chest, granting his kiss entry to your neck, your chin, and then lastly, your lip. And then one kiss turned to multiple. If you weren’t so completely lost in his tongue and lips, you’d notice his hand rested and wrapped around your neck. The minor callouses provided a sensation that only added to the fervor of the exchange. Once y’all finally pull away, low eyes traveling in triangles, he politely requests, “Step forward for me.”
You move forward slightly so as to give him space to zip you up. But before he can do the job, he takes a second to look over the details of your back, a part of your body his hands have gotten to know very well, but his eyes haven’t gotten the same pleasure of. Miguel was very good at respecting your boundaries and wishes, which meant a lot (a lot) of making out, but nothing further than that. He notes to himself how soft it looks, the hills and curves of your spine creating a Grecian masterpiece.
And you can practically feel his eyes roam every inch of exposed skin, making you feel like art. You think to say something, but you’d rather let Miguel have this moment, and you let yourself have it, too. You’d often think about what it’d be like to see Miguel’s reaction to you. All of you. He’s made you feel nothing but like a deity for the duration of your budding, unlabeled relationship, and you’ve been fully clothed at all times. You can only imagine how he’ll act when you’re completely bare.
You know for sure he loves you. He said so. And he’s shown it to you. You’ve decided that being that vulnerable with him is something you want, it’s only a matter of when.
You start to hear the friction of the tab pulling the teeth together, one by one, that’s how slow Miguel was going. Unable to resist the urge, he stops the zipper and reaches to plant a tender kiss on the back of what’s left of your exposed neck. “I could do this every day, you know?” he admits softly, like a hymn. You turn, not completely, just so that your face is to him, “‘Everyday’? For how long?” You know the answer, kind of, but there’s still curiosity in what he’ll say. There are so many instances where you wait for Miguel to say the wrong thing; to do something that’ll break this spell, but he hasn’t. He just doesn’t have the capacity to. He’s perfect in your eyes.
“For however long you’ll have me. Which I’m really hoping is forever or else this’ll be extremely embarrassing.”
Damn, he said the right thing. People can say his stab at humor is mediocre all they want, but Miguel never ceases to make you snicker. If you opened an Oxford Dictionary to ‘adorable’, it’d have his picture.
“Who am I kidding, you could absolutely humiliate me and I’d still say ‘thank you’.”
“Oh, this’ll make some good blackmail.” you finally turn around to tauntingly wave your index finger at his amused expression.
“Oye, Final exam grades aren’t due ‘til next month, so I’d be careful if I were you.” his brow perks when he says ‘you’, and your only response is a sarcastic ‘Oooooo’ before you’re muffled by the millionth kiss of the day, but who’s counting?
“There. Secured. Anything else, princesa?”
You take a deep breath, getting in one last overall look in the mirror before facing him, “Okay, yeah, I’m ready. Just need my chauffeur.” You look over at Miguel, who looks back at you confused, then looks around knowing fully well there’s no one else except the two of you.
“Oh, yeah? Who?”
Ha ha ha. Very Funny. If expressions could talk, this is what yours would’ve said.
Miguel smiles, taking your hand to kiss the back of it, and rubs your knuckles with his thumb as an apology. “Your chariot awaits, your majesty.”
Wait, where is he going?
“Mig, stadium’s that way.” your thumb points toward the window next to you, the street that leads to the graduation growing farther and farther.
Despite that a mistake has obviously been made, Miguel looks indifferent, eyes aimed straight at the road before them with no sign of a doubt. He huffs from his nose before responding, “I know,” his thumb runs across the back of your hand, “I have something for you, though.” He takes your hand up to his lips, a smile creeping up on your features.
“At your office?”
“Accidentally left it there.”
What is he up to?
His crooked smile tells you a different story. Miguel can feel you questioning him. You can see him physically gather his words in the driver's seat.
“Remember when… we were in the library one of those first nights and we exchanged books?”
You nod. How could you forget?
“And I told you about Gabriella?”
You nod again. He’s asking obvious questions here, it’s sort of scaring you.
“That was my first time talking about her with someone. In years.” His chest and belly deflate as if releasing a weight he’s held onto, “And you’re also the first person who’s said her name out loud. Someone other than me. In a very long time.”
You listen intently, everything that has happened up until now making more sense with this piece of information. You always knew the painful fact that Miguel has been by himself mostly since starting teaching, but it stings even more knowing that he’s never opened up to anyone about this. No one to turn to. No one to be soft with. Sure, he had his friends, from what you remember him telling you about his hero, multi-dimension, whatever-it-was days, but to your understanding, they all left him alone. By means of Miguel’s requests. He wanted those days to be over completely.
“She was beginning to feel like- I don’t know. Like a figment of my imagination. Photos and videos that I rewatch and stare at every single day were starting to… go stale,” this admission makes him wince in shame, “I replay them over and over again… and nothing new. I know what happens in each and every single one of them. And it ends up hurting every single time. I didn’t know how much more I could’ve taken before stopping altogether.” His lips purse, the guilt seeping from every inch of him. “Well, at some point, I even became afraid. Terrified that I was starting to forget the little things about her, or worse, that I’d move on,”
You didn’t even notice, but the car had been parked minutes ago, it’s only when he turns his face to look at you, eyes beginning to gloss, when you realize the car had stopped.
“Until that night.” His narrow gaze softens.
“The night at the library… I told you things that I hadn’t even thought about until that night. Like, for example, how she liked to match the color of her hair ties to her shirt,” Miguel allows himself to softly beam with this memory, “or whenever I’d fall asleep on the couch, she’d always, always, place a blanket on my feet so that ‘the monsters don’t get me’,” you both giggle at this, “Like those things? They had just come back to me in that moment.”
You both had entered campus grounds and turned to his office door, and he whipped out his keys, the metal hitting against the doorknob. The halls are quiet and hollow. It feels like the end of an academic year.
“I just never thought I could possibly let those things slip.” His voice lowers, an air of disbelief in his words.
“Will you ever stop loving her?”
“Of course not. Never.”
“Then she will live on forever. You’ve proven to yourself that you’ll never let the small things leave. They’ll always come back to you.”
Miguel smiles to himself, thinking about this.
He heads toward his bookshelf, reaching for something, but you can’t see given that he himself blocks the entire view of it. “When I hear you say her name,” you see his head bow down at something in his hand, “You sound so… lively... If that makes sense? Like… as if she were still here, as if you knew her. It meant a lot to me. Even in the way you talked about her. Maybe it explains why I was able to recall so much.”
He turns around to you, and you can only make out something small in his hand; something blue?
“I figured that, if she were still here, she’d want you to have this.”
He unfurls his hand and out blossoms a satin blue ribbon formed in a rosette; the words ‘first place’ are displayed in the center. “Wear it today?” He stands before you, the dwarfed ribbon sitting in his hand. His request sounds more like a plea.
“Her teammates gave it to her when she scored their winning goal. She was so happy. It was her last game before she-” Both gazes leave the ribbon and land on each other, glossed and daring to well.
He clears his throat, “She used to- used to show it off any chance she could,” His eyes well up, but regardless of presuming tears, he looks down at the ribbon with a soft smile.
“Miguel,” Your head slowly shakes from side to side, “I can’t.”
“Yes you can,” he persists, “Take it, it’s yours.” He insists through choked words. He places the ribbon in your hand, folding your fingers in, hoping that you’ll accept his gift.
Here stands a man you’ve been falling so hard for for the past year, who is not only giving you a piece of his late daughter’s life, but insisting you take it. You haven’t been around enough to know what love is, but with what Miguel is doing right now, you’re starting to think maybe this is what it might look like. When you started seeing Miguel, who was your professor, you didn’t think all those thoughts of him being yours would ever have come true. You knew it was silly, childish, and most importantly, out of the question. Yet here he is, giving you a piece of himself. This isn’t casual anymore. So he did really mean those three sacred words said last night and this morning.
After letting the ribbon sit there for just seconds but what feels like minutes, you take his hand back, but the ribbon is now pressed between you and Miguel’s palms. You give it a tight squeeze, taking in a deep breath. “It’s ours.”
You look up at him, a trail of a tear down your cheek. “Because I’m yours, if you’ll have me,” a bright smile grows behind your wet eyes. “And I’m really hoping it’s forever, or else this’ll be extremely embarrassing.” You actually laugh, and so does he, pooling eyes and all.
“You’re stuck with me. I love you.”
With those words, it was like the past five years of being alone became all worth it. All the lonely nights, all the predictive mornings, and the dune of a civilian life he was leading came crashing down on him because he knew a new one was dawning. Still civilian, but now, he has someone to put all the love he has to offer into. All his fears, all his insecurities, it all dissolved. The label of your relationship was blurry, uncertain if this was the kind of thing you entertained for only a bit and never spoke of again or something worthwhile. If last night wasn’t a confirmation of the answer, then this moment was, marking it as the official beginning of a romantic, exclusive, official relationship.
“I love you. I love you. Te amo. Te quiero. I love you. I love you… I love you…” his soft declarations are muffled in kisses on any spot he could get to. All those fantasies he’s conjured in his mind where you two live together, share a life, make a life… or two… or three… or however many you’re willing to carry, he doesn’t care, all of those scenarios now seem like promises. Like a nearby reality. Solitary nights dreaming about you in ways that leave him hot and bothered will finally come to an end. On a more suggestive note, He’ll finally be able to get through class without raging hard-ons again.
“I love you.” You manage to breathe out between kisses. Arms wrap around the back, hands wrap around the neck, fingers rake through tussles of hair, and legs begin to lose balance and find their way to the edge of Miguel’s desk. Visions become blurred, ears begin to grow hot, and heart rates quicken with beats large enough to feel on each other’s chests. You two are much too deep in it that you don’t hear the creaking of the wood underneath you. “Yes. Please.” Miguel hears your whisper, moving his head to look you in the eye. “You mean…?” He asks gently, to which you nod, repeating your plea. Without much thinking, Miguel taps your thigh. This was it. Miguel didn’t hear you say the exact words, but he knew. He knew what you were saying yes to. You, much less thinking, instinctively raise your leg, allowing Miguel to prop you onto the desk. “I love you. So much, it’s crazy, Miguel. God, I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.” You mewl in his ear, and in return, Miguel, with softly knitted brows, lets out a pathetic groan. Miguel may be quiet in everyday life, but when it came to the two of you, alone, he wasn’t afraid of being vocal about what he liked, and right now, with what you’re saying plus your legs wrapping securely around his waist seemed to have both an audible and physical effect on him. A big physical effect.
Is this the right spot to do this right now? Couldn’t y’all get in trouble? Was this even a good time?
These are questions that a sane person would probably think of, but with the current circumstances, you simply couldn’t give a damn, let alone Miguel. Even if you tried, you don’t think you would’ve even had enough brain wattage to string a single thought with Miguel touching you like this. However, if you had the luxury of logic, you’d know that:
1. Getting in trouble isn’t of concern since faculty are either at home starting the Summer they’ve been so impatiently waiting for, and students are at home doing the same or at the stadium.
2. Given that the ceremony won’t start until another 2 hours from now, it’ll give you both plenty of time. The traffic would’ve been dreadful anyway, so might as well just show up at the last minute.
3. What better place than here… where you two met.
You breathe heavily along with Miguel, “Remember… the first meeting… I sat right in front of this desk,” Miguel makes an effort to listen, but he’s currently too occupied with straining his hard-on against your heat, “Mm-oh…now look at us.” your breathless voice and coquettish smirk goes straight to Miguel’s cock, the feeling of his pants shrinking in size making him hot all over. Trapping your lips between his over and over again. You're pretty much without oxygen at this point, but you don’t care, it feels amazing. His teeth on your lips, his hands squeezing the flesh of your ass deeper against his length. Your fingers tugged onto his now disheveled curls and he whined. He whined.
“Mama, you don’t wanna know how many times I’ve imagined this moment. Fuck, am I dreaming again?” His words hit your skin like the thick air after a calm rain.
You cup his face in your hands, pulling him from your neck, and you’re met with a lust-drunken, devoted worshipper; a big man that’s been stricken of sex for far too long. In doing so, you notice the ribbon still in your hand, which knocks a bit of sobriety back into you. It’s almost like Miguel read your mind because the same alarm goes off in his head. With that, the two of you are quick to mend one tiny problem.
Miguel, still between your legs, reaches over to lower any pictures he has of Gabriella, faced down on the shelf. As for you, you stash the ribbon safely in a drawer right behind you. Gabriella shouldn’t be present for this.
Capturing you in a kiss again, your hand ends up untucking his shirt, resting on his stomach, your fingers caressing his skin. He huffs, slightly tickled by your soft touch along his belly. The corner of his lip curves into a dorky smirk as you sneak your hand into the waistband of his slacks and boxers, pushing past his dark happy trail. “Oh fuck. Haven’t been touched like this in so long,” The clank of his belt buckle rings in your ears, making you pulsate, “I need you. So fucking badly.”
“Keep talking. Please.” You murmur, unbuttoning his shirt, unveiling a plethora of chest hair covering a body fit to raise your future children.
“So lonely, honey… miss you every night when I come home. Miss you so much in the mornings, it hurts.”
Once his shirt is on the floor, with hands and eyes, you revel in all his glory: six feet and nine inches of caramel deliciousness, coated in equal parts of muscle and fluff. You could come undone just from this sight.
His hand holds your chin with a soft caress of his thumb, “I used to look a lot better back then. I’ll work on it.”
You pull him down by his neck to eye level in protest. “Don’t you dare change a single thing on this body. You’re perfect. You’re beautiful. Finest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Oh, that made his dick twitch. Your free hand wraps around his broad shoulders while the other is in his hair, smashing faces. Miguel, with no hesitation, swipes everything off the desk and instantly pushes you onto your back, his soft husky exterior pressing you against the cold wood. Tongues are down throats. He stutters as his dick twitches, “Tell me I can eat you out.” The question and tone of voice alone make your back arch. You kiss even deeper, tongues intertwining as he moans in your mouth.
“God, yes, please, Mig, please-”
He gives a vicious squeeze to your ass, reminding you of his pure strength, “That’s not what I want. Usa tus palabras, mamita.” Your begging makes his cock ache, but he needs to hear the words. He needs to know you want this as much as he does. He needs your permission.
Your top lip curls before you speak again through hooded eyes, “Professor,” the name catches him off guard, “please… fuck me with your mouth.”
You were playing a dangerous game. Before you was a sexually deprived middle-aged man who’d been silently pining for you since day one, and you were begging him to treat your cunt like a 5-star meal. Having a gorgeous girl like you pleading for him to tongue fuck you like you deserved, it was driving him crazy. He wasted no time going down to the most sacred corner of this divine body.
“Funny… I zipped this up not even half an hour ago.”
“Hey, hey, careful, I still have a ceremony to wear this to.”
You had a point. And as if you were a gift, he bunches the fabric high enough to reveal some panties he’d recently given you. If it wasn’t for him wanting to last for both hours until the ceremony, he would’ve came right then and there. He looks at you with darkened eyes, a gaze intense enough to strip the cockiness from you, your cheeks growing hot from the act, “What? I assumed this was gonna happen later-”
Miguel cuts your sentence short with a French kiss to your clit through the thin lace, the combination of his nose, tongue, and breath on your heat making your thighs shake. “ So wet… you always this wet during class? Fuck.” With how Miguel was moaning and groaning against your sensitive skin, you’d assume he got more pleasure in giving you head than you did receiving it. Your hand darts for his scalp, the other holding onto the edge of the desk for dear life once he hooks the panty with his finger to move it out of the way, pursuing even more thirstily now. The wood creaks with each buck of your hips, but with the way Miguel’s arms hold your weight on his wide shoulders effortlessly, it doesn’t phase you. Breathless prayers of his name left your lips, panting softly as your head fell back against the table. You can feel the bundle in your core form as your whimpers turn to wails.
“Mig, s’good, feels so good. I’m close, pleasepleaseplease-”
Meanwhile, his eyes were practically to the back of his head, hips pathetically bucking to the matching rhythm of your hips as he took turns treating your clit like a lollipop and your entrance like a fleshlight. “M’gonna- aw fuck… voy a cuidarte, mamita, don’t you worry your pretty little head.” you hear through a whine before his tongue is back at it again. His hands take turns squeezing your thighs tighter around his head and occasionally using his forefingers to stimulate your sensitive bud. His glasses start to fog, and his eyes are covered by humid lenses. This was starting to obscure his perfect view of you and your euphoric expressions, and he just couldn’t have that. So, he pulled away for only a millisecond just to basically rip them off and he was right back to devouring your weeping cunt. There’s no way he was missing this.
You’re choked whines signify the peak, your body trembling uncontrollably. This will be the first of many, and he’s only getting started. When the man promises to take care of you, he’s gonna take care of you.
He spends the remainder of your climax lovingly rubbing his fingers up and down your pussy, making sure you ride it out all the way to the very end.
“Good, baby? You okay?” he purs back into your ear, tenderly caressing your thighs and planting gentle kisses of reassurance on your face. You nod with half-lidded eyes, catching your breath before replying ‘yes’.
“Tell me what you want, mama.”
“Fuck me, professor. Please?”
“Say that again.”
You look at him above you, your legs pulling his waist closer so that his aching length meets your pulsing core, “Please, I want you to fuck me, professor.” Whilst maintaining eye contact, Miguel reaches down to put your hand on the bulge. “Look what you do to me.” Your theory of his size is confirmed.
“This what you wanted?”
“Need it.”
“C’mere.”
Miguel sits you up, telling you to relax since ‘he’ll do all the work’. He carries you to his office couch. He plops onto the cushions with you straddled on his lap. While he has your tongue entwined with his, he releases his cock from the restraints of his boxers, the base erects against his lower belly. Not wanting to waste another second, although the view of it was mesmerizing, you sit up on your knees to line yourself up with him, but Miguel sits you back down, “No hay prisa, mamita, need to get you ready, but first,” His hand snakes to the back of the zipper, and the dress unveils, “Need to see all of you, beautiful.” you seem to knock the air out of him as he lets his hands explore you, your breasts the perfect hand full. “You’re so fucking hot.” He even looks up for a moment and thanks God for blessing him with someone like you, making you look down at the endearing gesture.
Your body goes limp once he laps at your chest, sucking and pulling like it was his first meal in ages. The feeling of his tongue circulating your hardened buds made you clench around nothing. He has you in a bear hug, front sides pressed against each other. The small room seems to disappear around the two of you, totally forgetting where you are, in both space and time. It’s just you, Miguel, and the beautiful sounds of pure, raw pleasure.
“Mig, wanna make you feel good, too.”
Miguel unwillingly pulls away, only half-hearing what you said, and not given even a chance to process. You’ve already positioned yourself on your hands and knees next to him on the couch. Kitten licks and tender sucks to the tip send Miguel’s head falling against the back of the couch. You know he’s needing more when his hips buck upward, and you’re more than willing to give it to him. Occasionally, you’d rest your head against his stomach chub to give him a few rewarding strokes, admiring his size, just to let it sink back into your hollowed mouth. You managed to get Miguel growling, hoarse moans spilling from his bitten lips as you tend to his stiffened cock that you’ve daydreamed of tasting.
“Baby, please, slow down, not gonna last long.” But it was no use. You were relentless on his aching manhood. The only way to get you to go easy on him was to reach over your ass and pump his fingers into you, so that’s exactly what he did. You whine with his tip in the back of your throat, but you’re able to still keep him in. To Miguel’s hopes, you do slow down, the mutual pleasure putting both of you in sync.
“Let’s come together, mamita, hm? Can I put another one in, baby?”
He takes your eye contact as a cue to put in a third, thick finger, eliciting a high-pitched moan against his veiny shaft. Having both ends of you completely filled was, in all honesty, a bit overwhelming, but it’s the best feeling you’ve ever felt. There’s no one else you would’ve rathered have you like this than your Mig.
His fingers get faster, and your strength to keep his cock inside is dwindling, but for him, you try, nonetheless.
“That’s it, mamita, that’s it…” His fingers are unbelievably fast at the point, droplets sent flying and falling onto the fabric of the couch. That’s something he’ll worry about later, but right now, his goal was to get you absolutely fucked out and coming all over his hand. Unable to hold it anymore, you free him from your mouth, letting yourself cry and whine freely as he finger fucks your second orgasm out of you. Still determined to have him come with you, you pump him with your hand as you ride off your high on his hand. Miguel wants to praise you, but his panting and mewling get in the way. You had this gentle giant making what would be considered embarrassing noises, but symphonic music to your ears. At the first sign of his juices, you place him back into your mouth, but this time, he holds your hair and fucks up into your mouth in short, fast, desperate thrusts until he’s finished.
You don’t even let him have a moment to breathe once you start kissing up his happy trail and to his stomach; what once was a pack of abs has given way to pudge. You kiss a little higher, giving his pec a gentle lick where it’s most sensitive, making him sharply inhale as a result. They proceed to the valley of his pecs, up his neck, to his jaw, and cheek. If Miguel still had doubts in the back of his mind about your love for his body, they’ve vanished now.
Your lips meet now, and various soft ‘I love you’s’ are exchanged.
“Just want you to sit back n’ relax now, mami. Wanna see that gorgeous face,” Holding onto your head and lower back, he carefully lays you on the couch, “Can I?” The gentle dominance this man radiated was good enough to make you already contemplate marriage. The expression on his face reflected utter devotion and praise. You thought his kind were only written in books.
“Of course, professor. Gotta repay you for all those private sessions.” Even after two orgasms, you still had to keep the cliche going. Miguel was unable to help a small chuckle. He had no problem playing right along, though. “You made it so hard to focus in class, you know that?” His voice is dark and low, a stark contrast to the noises he was making just a minute ago. He speaks while spreading your legs like precious artifacts, lining himself up. Finally.
“Sitting there all gorgeous n’ smart. Drove me insane.” He whispers into your ear, his leaking tip making a connection to your entrance. “And then having the audacity to help your classmates? How dare you have a heart just as beautiful.” He kisses you while sliding inside, muffling your gasp.
He tuts against your mouth, “Yo se, bebita, me too…mmnnshit,” His hand caresses your hair in an effort to soothe at least some tension, “I’ll go slow, mama, m’kay? Gonna take care of y- oh fuck,” His forehead presses against yours, his free hand holding onto yours as he slowly slides in and out, gauging how deep you can take him. The stretch induces a euphoric pain, causing you to squeeze his hand, but he squeezes right back, your cunt sucking him in all too well.
Miguel starts to go stupid once he’s halfway in. The sensation has him beginning to babble, choked words coming out in a gentle lull.“Que rico…Feel good, mamita? It’s okay mama, let me hear you. Please, let me hear you.” He talks delicately as he continues to go in and slowly draw out with only half of himself, just to be sure you're warmed up enough for all of him. Your eyes are closed, trying to focus on breathing, but it only makes it more difficult. It worries Miguel. “Too much, baby? I’ll stop.” And just as he’s about to pull out, you use your other hand that was clinging onto the arm of the chair to stop him, “Nonono, please,” He lowers himself, still connected, “Need you, Mig. Please, keep going, don’t stop.” You beg, the undeniable need in your voice making Miguel go weak. He puts all his weight on you, cautiously going all the way inside. When he gets as deep as he possibly can, his tip kissing you right in the perfect spot, he pecks your forehead before telling you, “You look so pretty taking it, beba.”
Miguel’s words are slurred as he begins fucking you, thick fingers playing at your clit as he does. He can’t help but prop himself on his elbow just to get a look of himself going in and out of you, the slick sounds and what looks like a bulge of his cock sending him into insanity, driving him to go desperately faster. He gets lost in the way every time he pumps in, he creates a hill in your stomach. You look down, too, seeing what he’s seeing, and it only makes his name fall from your mouth embarrassingly loud, as well as telling him how good he feels and how much you love him, every syllable coming out with pure verity.
Not now since you’re too busy getting amazingly fucked, but later on, you’ll surely think about how good of stamina Miguel has for his age. He should’ve been tired by now, but the man was rutting and there was no sign of him slowing down anytime soon. When his mouth wasn’t latched onto yours, he’d speak nonsense to you. He’d let out long, exasperated ‘Yes’s’ into your ear, unafraid to let his unfiltered noises fill the room. When he knew he was being too rough, he’d slow his thrusts until he was dragging his dick in and out of you, pumping ever so slowly and lovingly. It was then he’d be able to coherently form sweet words of nothings, “I’m obsessed with you. Wanna keep you like this forever.”
Whether he was going rabid or making sweet love, Miguel still made sure to hold your hand through it all.
He can feel himself coming soon. As if he needed to be deeper into you, he only stops for a nanosecond to bring your knees over you, pressing you even deeper into the couch, so as to better ram your already abused pussy. Your panting heightens in pitch. “Right there, sweetheart? Aww Fuck, there it is.” His big, strong hands hold your knees in place where they frame your head. Your bodies are sweaty, only enhancing the lewd sounds of his hips smacking your ass with each thrust. When your pussy flutters around him, it makes his eyes roll back. He’s already made you orgasm twice by now, getting his juices all over you, but he needs more. “I can’t stop.” He stammers through a slack jaw.
“Mig…dunno if I c-can… going-”
He slows down his rhythm, hands cupping your face to make eye contact, “Baby, please, gimme one more, just one more. Promise.”
With a nod of your head, he buries you in his arms, his face in your neck, body on body, leaving no space between you, and he rams into you like no tomorrow, luring one last orgasm from you. The way the curve of his belly and muscles rubbed against you was the icing on the cake. You feel Miguel getting closer with the way he moans into the crook of your neck. You are, too.
The dam breaks loose with an outcry of his name, to which Miguel lifts his head to kiss your tears as you peak, his own following right behind. Once it starts to descend, a rain of butterfly kisses fall on your face, “I’ve got you, sweetie,” he coos, “I love you so much… mamita,” he gently calls to get your attention, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
You at least accomplish a weak smile, requiting the love with a kiss to his swollen lips.
There was no need to rush, so the two of you just lay there, embracing each other.
“Miguel,”
“Hm?” He hums against your skin.
“I feel like I’m in a fairytale.”
“Me too.”
6:49 PM.
You don’t know how, but in one hour, Miguel and you were able to go back to your place, shower (separately. You two knew a joint shower would’ve most definitely led to other things.), redo your makeup, fix your and Miguel’s hair, and leave to the stadium with moderate traffic. You look in the passenger seat mirror for the last touch-ups.
“Praying I don’t trip on that stage. If I do, it’s your fault.”
“I’ll happily take the blame.” He gives your thigh a small squeeze, in which you glare at him in return. The shit-eating grin on his face still made you smile, though.
You sit in your assigned seat among a sea of students, dawning the traditional cap and gown, with numerous achieved stoles and ropes around your neck, but only one stands out from them all, and one that you consider your best achievement: Gabriella’s Blue Ribbon.
You look down at it, giving it a little tug to straighten it out. You look up to search for Miguel in the enormous mass of seats, but it isn’t too hard. All you had to do was find the freakishly tall man with glasses, and when you do, you smile at him. As subtly as possible, he mouths ‘I love you’, and you do it back. You think to blow him a kiss, but given the situation, you also think it better not to in public. You still don’t have that degree in your hand, and you can’t risk anything, especially not when you’re so close. But trust, the second that piece of paper is in your hand, Miguel is all yours, no shame attached.
You’re on the edge of your seat the entirety of waiting for your name to be called, and once it is, you feel you could cry. You walk across the stage, a sense of accomplishment and fulfillment filling you to the brim. Miguel watches on, a prideful expression on his face. You shake hands with a few faculty members, some you grew to love and will cherish, some you secretly wished would accidentally fall through a manhole, before you get to the dean, who currently holds your degree in their hand. You’re congratulated once it’s in your hand, the feeling of two very difficult years weighing down on your hand. It feels good. Smiling ear-to-ear, you look out into the audience as you walk across, degree facing outward for the whole stadium to see because one thing for sure is that everyone in the establishment will know that you did that. Your smile shines like a thousand stars, at least to Miguel. His heart could explode with how much love and awe he feels for you. Heaven knows he tried to make a new life for himself by putting the Spider-Man title to rest, and though he was successful, he was still missing a piece of himself. In this moment, he’s thanking you for taking a chance on him; for letting a different man, a happy man, come out for a while, and hopefully, for the rest of his life.
And that’s where he sits now, in the car, waiting for you in the parking lot. Prior to the ceremony, it was agreed that Miguel would slip away just a couple of minutes early (basically skip the dean’s farewell speech) so that you and Miguel could beat the crowds and go celebrate wherever he had planned for you. Hoards of crying mothers and cheering students catch his attention. It must’ve ended. It only takes a moment for him to pick you out from the crowd, immediately exiting the car to open the passenger door for you.
“Congratulations, mi vida.” He calls out, leaning against the car.
Elated, you crash into him, arms around his neck, legs lifted in the air, and you kiss him. You pull away with a joyous mwah.
You both retreat into the car. “You helped, my cute lil geneticist.” Giddiness beams from your voice. You reach over the center console to cup his chin and squeeze it, puckering his lips to kiss him again and again. This makes him chuckle. He may be older and bigger in every sense of the word, but at the end of the day, he is and always will be your dork. Your teddy bear.
“I just taught you a few formulas. This was all you, mama,” he starts the car but glances at you for a second. “What?” You tilt your head.
“I wanna thank you.”
“For what?” Every time Miguel opens his mouth, you’re reminded of what a lottery win you’ve made. You grab his hand to hold it up to your heart; the same spot where Gabriella’s ribbon is pinned.
“For loving me. The way you do.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For letting me.”
His brows furrowed, his lips curled into a soft smile. He notices the blue ribbon. He caresses one of its tails, and a few of his heartstrings pull at the sight. He knows that if Gabriella were there, she would’ve been the loudest in the stands. “Wish she could’ve been here.”
You press his hand against your heart.
“She is.”
Miguel has told you so much about her that at this point, she feels like yours, and you feel that she’s there. You know with your whole heart that she is.
You both share one more tender kiss before Miguel pulls out of the lot.
“Well, it’s official. I am no longer your student. How do you feel about that?” you smirk, relaxed in your assigned seat; your rightful throne as passenger princess.
“Speaking of which, I hope you know that that degree is for decoration purposes from this day forward.”
You roll your eyes, “You’re quite the comedian today, huh?”
“You think I’m kidding? I want you home 24/7, you hear me? In the kitchen, an apron and all. I’m dead serious.” The sarcastic tone in his voice sends you chuckling through the nose.
“I’ll stay home and be your housewife if you give me a perfect score, how about that?”
“Deal.”
“Ok, no, but seriously, baby, please score my paper accurately.”
“Of course, beba. Just jokes. I’m kidding about the staying-home thing, too. You can do whatever you want,” He looks over at you at a red light, “Just as long as you always come back home to me.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
You two snuggle in Miguel’s bed after a nice dinner celebrating you. The sheets are warm and soft, but it doesn’t compare to the warmth and softness of Miguel’s body on yours; skin to skin. You’re both entangled and nude, having just had another (or a few) rounds of passionate love. Sleep looms over both you and Miguel, a little heavier on you. You’re quickly learning that Miguel does not have the endurance of an average man.
Knowing how much you loved his speaking voice, he decided to finish and read aloud to you Pride and Prejudice, a book you recommended to him and has become a new favorite of his. A king of aftercare. How more perfect can he be?
Miguel, seeing your eyes grow heavy, kisses your temple and smiles before starting again, “ ‘I love you. You have bewitched me, mind, body, and soul. And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you.’” He recites the notorious line written by Austen, but not for the sake of reading aloud anymore, no. This line was directed to you. And only for you.
“And I love you.” You whisper back.
And for the first time in much more than just 5 years, Miguel didn’t have to go to bed alone. And he won’t have to ever again.
Miguel hasn’t thought about the canon theory in a very, very long time, but a fleeting thought went through his mind before drifting away:
If going through everything that he had to, may it be the day his genetic makeup was altered, the spider-verse, Gabriella, trading in the suit for a life of solitude, everything; Despite the pain, if it all had to happen in order to have met you.
Then it’ll all have been worth it.
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So I have vision insurance again which means I was able to go to the optometrist and get glasses through insurance for the first time in 11 years (instead of paying out of pocket and getting glasses from zenni) and here are my notes:
It's *NOT GREAT* that Luxotica is mentioned by name on the insurance card printout
I know everything got more expensive in the last ten years, but frames also got a lot more expensive and for some reason there was a huge gap in prices - my insurance covered $130 for frames and the office had a bunch of frames for $70 and a bunch of frames for $150 but basically no frames between those two price points.
When you say "I can't afford to go over the allowance" on XYZ thing they are not even *considering* the cost of progressive bifocals. So I was like "no coating, cheap frames, no extras" and then they were like "okay so the progressive bifocal is going to be over a hundred dollars more" and I was like "how much is the bifocal with a line" and they were like "oh that's only $15 but we don't consider that appropriate for your age, we recommend this other kind of lens" and it doesn't matter what you consider age appropriate for me, I can't afford that so we're not doing that.
The seventy dollar frames are all kind of trash. Super thin, super bendy, and not in a good "flexible fit" way but more in a "if you fall asleep in these you will wake up with broken glasses" way.
They wrote down my reading prescription wrong? For the last ten years I've been slowly creeping up from +.25 to my current +2.50; they told me it had increased but the printout said +.75 so either my prescription has been wrong for a while or they missed the 2 at the front of that number and my glasses are going to show up with a low magnification. (I noticed after I'd left the office but before the glasses arrived).
Given all of that, with insurance: $25 for a pair of glasses, which included the office copay.
So then of course I went to zenni and ordered glasses anyway because I've been wearing the same frame design for seven years and want another pair that look exactly like that.
Progressive bifocals WERE the most expensive part of the order, and because my prescription is stronger they are getting progressively more expensive - initially the upgrade to bifocal cost something like $30 for a lower magnification, now they're $85 for the stronger prescription.
And that's it, that's the expensive part. Fifteen dollar frames, five dollar anti-reflective coating, total for bifocals was around a hundred dollars; I got a pair of single-vision sunglasses for under $20.
Part of the reason I decided to spend more at zenni than at my optometrist's office was because I was able to get good, sturdy frames that I know fit my face and will survive mosh pits and me falling asleep on them without cracking. In order to get the same thing at the optometrist's office I would have had to pay thirty dollars more for lenses as well as forty more for frames so I would have walked out of there paying more for a pair of glasses with frames that I wasn't super excited about (there was a pair that was *okay* but not great that were similar in construction to my current frames but more bulky and square) than I did for glasses that I know I like and a pair of sunglasses.
I did end up paying less out of pocket for the visit than I would have without the insurance, and $15 for a pair of back-up glasses isn't bad. But it was all-in-all a frustrating experience.
However: I've been wearing the same pair of glasses for three years and the anti-reflective coating is worn away in some places and they're so scratched that they're impossible to actually clean in some places and large bastard looked through them last week and was like "OH! No wonder you can't tell when you need to clean your windshield! You don't get to drive at night until those are replaced" so no matter what glasses I'm wearing next week they're going to be an improvement.
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Nighttime Visits
Lyle x Reader
Summary: You and Lyle are now recom soldiers, the problem is, you aren't supposed to be together. Doesn't keep you apart for long, you and him still find ways to sneak around.
Slight Lyle X Reader X Quaritch at the end, maybe going to do a part 2 of this and explore more of that dynamic.
Warnings: Smut, cuddle fucking, naked cuddling, humiliation, quiet sex, riding, caught, abs - we're riding this mans abs (I can't stress that enough.)
You were lying in bed after a long day, it was such a tiring day and you barely saw your boyfriend all day. You had put your phone down and rolled onto your side to fall asleep, that’s when you heard the door creaking. You sat up a little and saw the dim light from the hallway and Lyle’s head peeking through, you sat up more. “Baby, it’s me,” Lyle said as he walked in further.
He closed the door and moved some of the covers to get into the bed next to you.
“What are you doing here, if we get caught.”
“I had to come see you. I didn’t know if you’d be up or not but you are and now, I get to hug you all night.”
Lyle pulled you closer into his body, his chin rested on your head. You kissed Lyle’s chest a few times as Lyle’s hand went down your side to rest on your hip and inevitably end up under your shorts to rest on your butt cheek.
Now that you and him were recoms, there were strict rules you both had to follow. Not to mention you were both military, you had to do everything according to what General Ardmore wanted. You weren’t allowed to be in each other’s rooms, you weren’t allowed to really interact outside of friendly soldier-like conduct. Being in a relationship was a big no-no, Ardmore would never allow it, not to mention Quaritch barely allowed it.
You found yourselves sneaking around, most days you didn’t see each other, but occasionally you’d find time for each other. You were together before you became recoms, even then it wasn’t really allowed but you both didn’t care. You found time for each other and you made it work, you were probably the cuddliest of the bunch. Lyle was a hard ass, strict, rude, tough, mean, and strong but also very sweet, loving, shy, caring, and loved cuddling with one of his hands on either your butt or your boobs.
Cuddling together became a big thing for the two of you, you could visit each other at night with nobody around.
You went into Lyle’s room, he was sitting up in bed on his holopad, you couldn’t help but laugh. He looked like if you gave your grandfather an iPad, he looked like he didn’t know what was going on. You opened the door slowly and once you saw him up, you ran to him and into his bed. You were giggling, he looked up from the holopad to see you coming at him. You snuggled into his side and under the covers, he chuckled as he wrapped an arm around you. His hand rubbed up and down your bare arm, as you wrapped your arm over his bare toned abdomen.
He was reading different reports on his holopad his hand kept rubbing soothingly at your arm, your nails were raking over the ridges of his abs. Your head was resting on his pec and as he read through so many reports, you were getting bored, let’s be real, you wanted to fuck. It has been a while and you just wanted him to give you some attention and then you’d initiate, or you could just take his cock out and start jerking him off.
“I feel like I should hand you glasses with how you’re looking at that holopad. You look like a grandpa.”
He smirked down at you, “that would make you old too, ya know.”
“I’m still 10 years younger than you.”
“You’re still almost 50 though.”
“Not anymore. My brain might be but I’m actually like 20 now.”
“We all are, buttercup.”
“Then stop squinting at the screen like you need bifocals,” you grabbed the holopad from his hand and straddled his hips. You placed the holopad on the nightstand next to you both, you rested your hands on his pecs and looked at him with a smile.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” Lyle said pushing his leg up to hit your butt making you lean forward to kiss him.
His hands stayed on your hips as you ground yourself on his abs as you made out.
“That good baby? You getting off rubbing yourself on my abs like that?”
You whimper and nodded as Lyle helped you move on his abs faster and harder.
“Let’s take these shorts off, it will feel better,” Layle said as he laid you back and pulled your sleep shorts off.
He placed you back on his toned abs and grabbed your hips and helped you grind on his abs. Your eyes squeezed shut and you whimpered, your slick spreading all over his stomach.
“There we go, see, so much better. Baby, you’re making a mess on me,” Lyle smirked as he leaned you down enough to kiss at your neck.
You ground yourself deeper, desperate for more friction and more stimulation. You moaned out, you sucked on Lyle’s skin by his neck, and occasionally your teeth would scrape against his blue skin. You moaned out as your saliva spread on his collarbone and pec, Lyle’s hands gripped your hips hard and moved you deeper. He liked your noises, he liked that he had access to grip your butt cheeks and still keep you grinding on him.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to cum like this. It’s not enough, I need more. I need your cock, please.”
“You want my cock? Baby that’s all you had to do and I’ll give it to ya. Shame though, I liked watching you get off like this.”
“I’ll ride you and it will basically be the same thing. I just need you deep inside me.”
You knew he was desperately hard; you could feel it growing on your legs as you ground into him. Looking behind you, you could see the giant tent in his sweatpants where his cock was. You moved back to pull his sweatpants down and his cock was now resting on his abdomen.
“Fuck, I can’t not go down on this now,” you said taking his cock into your mouth.
Lyle’s hand brushed over his forehead and onto his scalp, his eyes closed and he moaned lowly. When he felt your nose touch his pelvis, his eyes opened and he gripped your hair, you moaned out which caused him to moan. His hips thrusted up involuntarily, it hit the back of your throat and Lyle grabbed your hair and pulled you off him.
“Baby, that’s hot but I’m gonna hurt you and you’re gonna make me cum. Lemme fuck you first.”
You nodded and moved up to straddle him, Lyle helped you line up his cock to push inside. You moved down slowly at first, letting yourself adjust before you moved faster and sunk down completely. Lyle’s hands gripped your hips, his thumb rubbed at the soft skin of your hips as you took a moment to let yourself get used to him filling you up. You started to move your hips a little, his fingers gripped at your hip bones.
You used your leg muscles to lift yourself up and drop yourself back down, Lyle groaned out as you moved your body on his. You bent your back over to rest your head on his pecs as you continued to move, your body was already stimulated from earlier, it was getting to be too much. Both of you had been stimulated beforehand, Lyle could tell you were dropping off just in terms of you not being as fast anymore. It was hard work to ride someone, it was exhausting and you were already tired. Lyle’s arms wrapped around your torso, keeping you close to him as he rolled you both onto your sides.
“I’ll take care of you baby, don’t worry.”
Lyle brought your leg up to rest on his hip as your other went between his legs, he started to thrust up into you. He loved this position, he loved lazy rough sex, that’s pretty much exactly what this was. He did, however, know that you had to be careful since you were in his room and all the other soldiers were down this hall. You guys had to be quiet but you were almost the exact opposite when it came to having sex with Lyle.
“Keep it down, baby, unless, you wanna get caught.”
“Fuck, Lyle, I can’t. I’m gonna cum.”
“Then what are you waiting for? Cum all over me, baby.”
You came, you squeezed him so hard as your back arched, pushing you away from Lyle’s chest. Lyle still held you close, you didn’t get far, Lyle held you as your body spasmed. Lyle wouldn’t last long now, not after watching and feeling you cum, he couldn’t help it. A few more hard and deep thrusts had him cumming deep inside you with a grunt and tight grip on your hip.
He moved you to lay on top of him, but he didn’t pull out, he liked to stay buried deep in you as he softened. You knew you were going to fall asleep, you were exhausted, you both were.
You woke up in the morning on Lyle’s chest with his dick still deep inside you and his arms wrapped around your waist. You looked up to see Lyle still sleeping soundly, you had to admit he was adorable while sleeping.
Then you noticed it was morning.
“Shit,” you whispered.
“Lyle?”
“Lyle, wake up.”
“Fuck, Lyle. Wake up.”
He stirred lightly and only because you started to move in his arms.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked down at you, he smiled and kissed the top of your head.
“Lyle it’s the fucking morning. Quaritch is gonna skin us alive if he finds out we’re here together.”
“Too late. Somebody wanna explain?” Quaritch said from the corner of Lyle’s room.
You and Lyle both looked at his desk where the desk chair had been pulled out and there sat their colonel.
“Sleepover?” Lyle said questioningly.
You would laugh if you weren’t fucking terrified.
“I knew my two best were fucking each other’s brains out but now they are just playing risky,” Quaritch explained.
“It won’t happen again,” you said.
“Damn right, it won’t. Unless... unless I’m there.”
#avatar the way of water#avatar#atwow#avatar twow#avatar recoms#recom lyle x reader#recom lyle wainfleet#lyle wainfleet x reader#lyle wainfleet#Lyle x Reader x Miles
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I guess you're not going to believe this but I painted these in a day. Couldn't have been more than 10 hours but it felt longer than that?
I have more of these bunny suit characters from Imitation of Life but I only needed 4 figures for the challenge I was participating in. I was painting something else for the challenge but it got too complex/frustrating and I needed to rush something for the deadline.
Painting eyes is hard but intensely rewarding when it works out. Didn't quite nail the eyes on the yellow kid but got pretty close.
I do whites first, unlike some tutorials I peeked at. It's hard enough to get paint to stay wet enough on the tip of a brush to do 1 brown dot; why would I want to try doing 2 white dots? Certainly not at this scale...
I also like how the pink kid has a hoodie instead of a bunny suit so she can keep rocks in the pocket for the slingshot.
I'm at the age when I'm starting to have to use a magnifier unless I'm just blocking in colors or something macro like that. I really should get my eyes checked again soon anyway and I think you can get prescription glasses that are tuned for computer and detail work (I guess they're like bifocals??) so I should probably go for those
#miniature#post apocalyptic#bunny suit#imitation of life miniatures#miniature painting#mini painting
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A few random headcanons that I have no place for
-Victor has a pair of custom made bifocals that also double as safety glasses, his vision is fine, but where he’s studying blueprints that have tiny details and numbers, he likes to have the magnification. The safety glasses part wasn’t necessary as engines eyes are tough and almost described of having the consistency of bouncy balls, Victor likes to set a good example and doesn’t think it would be fair if he was the only one that didn’t need to wear safety glasses while the other workers do. One of the men also took an old welder’s visor and made it so it could clip onto Victor’s glasses and be flipped on like clip on sunglasses. Victor didn’t ask for them, the workers were concerned about the possibility of him getting welder’s eye since he often works around a lot of welding.
- the break room at the steam works used to have a little tv, when they upgraded the works, Kevin stole the tv for him and Victor. Because both of them are so used to the loud noises of the steam works, they cannot sleep when there’s no noise, so Victor’s driver just turns on the TV and they fall asleep to it. When VHS came around, Victor started getting video tapes of telenovelas from Latin America.
-Victor loves soap operas and telenovelas, Kevin prefers docuseries about engineering and building, but he’s developed a taste for telenovelas. Their Christmas tradition when the steam works is closed, is to watch all 60 seasons of general hospital back to back commercial breaks and all. The workers always show up at the works the next day to find them red-eyed and passed out in the berth.
-after the cricket ball incident, famous cricket players started sending Stepney autographed cricket balls.
#ttte#thomas and friends#ttte incorrect quote#ttte headcanon#headcanon#ttte victor#ttte kevin#ttte stepney
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boring good things from today but i'll take it!
i just wanted to talk about some good things about my day.
the person who is helping me applying for fuel assistance called me back today. she was very nice and helpful.
i was able to reach the people in charge of my special health needs trust to arrange for me to use some of the fund for my outrageously expensive eyeglasses. I have been extremely nearsighted since the age of ten or so,and now with age I am farsighted too so I wear bifocals because they are cheaper than progressive lens. the real kicker,though,is the ridiculous prices for frames. my old eye doctor always had a budget collection,and that was fine and more than fine by me. the people who took over his practice when he retired do not offer that,so i'll be lucky if I can find a 'cheap' two hundred buck frame. it's highway robbery. I don't do the by-mail glasses because my eyes are so bad and my prescription so specialized I can't leave it to a cheaper company.
so I am hoping to get myself out of bed early tomorrow and beat the crowd and their airborne germs and get myself some new glasses ordered.
so these were good things because I hate phone calls etc and waiting for calls back is awful too.
and sis and I had a very interesting and hopeful discussion about a bunch of things. which is nice because we had a very intense angry discussion earlier this week,but amazingly got through it without either one of us walking away and we got THROUGH it,a rare thing for both of us. I have learned a lot from living with my sis off and on over the years,and especially the last nine years.
so there,I can rarely get through talking about myself without some negatives showing up,but this was mostly to say there were some good things today and i'll say thank you Jesus or whomever deserves the credit. i'm agnostic,so...
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