#requesty time

[abbey-abdominal]

Potential request: Ragatha gives Pomni a quick peck on the cheek… then Pomni gets those swirls in her eyes and an error 404 message pops up over her head lol

ragatha literally breaks the digital simulation giving her lil gf a peck on the cheek canon

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Ok but Lee Russell and fem teacher reader supervising the prom?? Maybe sneaking away (leaving gamby to fend for himself l m a o) for a little canoodling

Lee Russell x Fem!Teacher

omg YES I love love love this, I was thinking of writing something like this and now with the requestI have to follow through!

cw: smut, nothing too crazy, cream pie, p in v

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To your dismay, you were one of the teachers chosen to chaperon the Prom this year. It being mandatory for you to actually dress semi-formal and look presentable. Flustered with the fact you would be spending your Saturday night surrounded in a lake of horned up teenagers trying their hardest to do anything and everything sneaky.

There was one bright side though.

Your secret hookup buddy would also be chaperoning. Lee Russell, one of the Vice Principals at North Jackson High School. Someone you had grown rather fond of in the last year. After payday drinks one night, you had found yourself tangled with him in the backseat of his car. Over the next couple of months, you had continued casual hookups at any opportunity.

You examined yourself in the mirror. Fixing any lose hairs you had, wiping the lipstick off your teeth. You thought you looked good. Heading out to meet your fellow chaperones. You and Neal Gamby pulled into the parking lot around the same time. Looking over at each other and exchanging awkward waves. Neither of you wanted to be there.

You walked in side-by-side, complaining about the night you had ahead of you the whole way in. Lee Russell stood in the hallway right outside the gym, directing the DJ where to take his things. Turning with hands on his hips to meet you both, "Bout time y'all got here." He wore a nicer black suit with an orange tie popping in color. "Gamby, get in there and sort things out," Lee pointed into the gymnasium. Neal blew his breath out, stomping his way into the dark room.

Smiling as he walked over to you, hands finding your hips instantly. You smiled widely at him, "You look handsome this evening." Lee pressed his lips to yours tenderly, "And you look ravishing, my dear." Kiss was short lasted as Neal Gamby came back yelling for Lee.

“Russell! Get your ass in here and help me with these god forsaken decorations,” Gamby’s vein popped out on his forehead.

“Jesus, Gamby can’t you do anything on your own. Always needing me to come to your rescue,” he looked over his shoulder smiling at you. The three of you walked into the illuminated gymnasium. Disco strobes painted the walls, tables with clothes over them on the floor. Other teachers were decorating as the cafeteria staff brought in the food for the students who would be arriving shortly.

You spent the next hour making sure everything was in place. DJ had started playing some music to set the mood. All of you bobbing your heads to the beat of older hits, some faculty singing along. Everyone was designated an area to make sure things went smoothly. You and Lee ended up being the one to check students in, making sure they all had tickets before entering. For an hour, students dressed in their finest clothes rolled through the doors. Giddy for the dance they had been waiting all year to arrive.

Double checking that every name was marked off the list, you and Lee sat alone at the fold out table.

“I think that’s everyone who signed up. Guess we can lock the doors now,” you stood up, stretching your back. Lee spun his keys around his finger going over and making sure no one could get in. Turning around and bearing a bright smile.

“Ready to go out to the dance floor?” Lee’s hands rested on your hips, leaning down and placing a tender kiss on you. You rolled your eyes, “Been looking forward to it all week.” Sarcasm painted your tone as Lee laughed, “I know you didn’t wanna be here, sweetheart. But I didn’t wanna be here without you.” Your cheeks grew hot with his sweetness. You both walked into the loud gymnasium. Seas of students dancing to pop hits, some awkwardly sitting at table or leaned against the stacked up bleachers. Meeting Gamby at the base of the stage directly next to one of the booming speakers.

“List all clear?” He shouted over the music. You nodded, “We double checked it and everything.”

“All these little fuckers are trying to dance awfully close,” Gamby scowled.

“Calm down, Gamby. It’s prom. After graduation next week we won’t half to deal with half these kids,” Lee propped a hand on Gamby’s shoulder.

Lee looked around the room, face falling into shock. “Oh my God, Gamby, look over there!” He pointed at some students with a flask attempting to pour it into the punch bowl.

“Motherfuckers!” Gamby rushed through the crowd of students to get to them. Lee chuckled, scanning the area around you both. No one was paying attention to either of you.

Lee interlocked fingers with you, pulling you behind the stage. "Where are we going?" you questioned, your voice not above a whisper. Lee's free hand went up to his lips shushing you. He opened the door to the band storage closet, pulling you inside with him. Complete darkness. Your eyes fought to adjust to the void. Feverish lips latched onto yours. Hands finding your hips and pushing your back against the wall. Clanking of some metal instruments filled the room as Lee's tongue found its way into your mouth.

"You have no right looking as good as you do tonight," Lee growled between kisses. Lips finding your neck, sloppy kisses decorating it. Lee's hands groped at your chest, pawing at the tender skin there. Pinching at your nipples through your dress, pulling a moan from you. "Yeah, now that's what I like to hear," Lee cooed at your sounds.

“Don’t we need to be out there watching the kids?” You spoke softly.

“Fuck those brats. They’re all gonna do what they want anyway doesn’t matter if we’re out there. Besides, Gamby can handle it,” Lee pressed his lips back into yours. His hands roamed every inch of your body, lips never breaking away from yours.

Gamby screaming your names in the hallway broke you away for a second. Both of you turning to stare at the door. Lee’s hand going to cover your mouth. His other hand fondling your soaking core. Fighting the moans that begged to creep out of you. You both held your breath when you saw the shadow of his shoes walk past the door. Stomping feet and the slam of a door letting you know he had gone elsewhere. You both sighed in relief.

Lee’s mouth latched back onto your neck, fingers teasing up under your dress. Tracing your clothed folds. “This pussy’s always so wet for me,” he purred against your throat. Lips climbing to your jaw, soft kisses planted along is landing below your ear. Your hands ghosted down his body, resting on his tent in his slacks. Palming him through the material. Lee groaned at your touch, hot breath against your skin. Your lips found their place on his throat. His hand tangling in your hair as you nipped at his jugular. Leaving tiny purple marks on him.

“Fuck… you know how to use that mouth, sweetheart,” Lee praised lost in the feeling. “You know I do,” you whispered against his skin. Hands found the buckle of his belt, undoing it and unzipping his pants. You ran the tips of your fingers around the band of his underwear, pulling a shaky breath from him. Diving deeper and wrapping your hand around his hard member. Lee sighed at the contact. You stroked him pulling moans and praises from him. His eyes squinted shut taking in every movement you gave him.

“God, let me fuck you,” Lee pressed his lips into yours. Hands scooping up your dress and pushing it as high as possible. Pulling his cock from his drawers, stroking himself as he watched you pull your panties down your legs. He grabbed one of your legs, hitching it around his waist as he lined himself up with your entrance. The head of his cock brushing your sensitivity before delving in. He bottomed out with his first thrust. Loud moans filled the small storage room. Mouths breathing the same air as he lingered inside you.

He began a slow and steady pace, stretching you perfectly around him. Lips desperate as tongues explored mouths and teeth clanked together. “Fuck, I missed this. Missed burying myself inside this God sent pussy,” Lee breathed heavy, his hair falling down in front of his face as he picked up his pace. With each harsh thrust squeaks and moans left you. Lee’s fingers found your aching clit, circling it in an attempt to make you finish around him.

“Need you to cum around me, doll. Wanna feel you come undone,” Lee huffed catching his breath. He knew exactly how to get you there. Fingers working rhythmically to pull an orgasm from you. You wrapped your arms around him, meeting his thrusts. You called out to him as you came undone. Walls fluttering around him, pulling him deeper inside you. Lee sheathed himself as deep as possible savoring the way your walls constricted his sensitive dick. He bucked his hips into you searching for his own high. Not far behind you. Warms ropes of him shot into you, his cock twitching as he coated your walls. Your name a moan on his lips. He lingered inside you for a moment, not ready to pull himself out. You could feel your juices leaking down his member most likely staining the front of his pants. Soft lips pressed into yours, his hand cupping your cheek. Hesitantly pulling himself out of you, eyebrows furrowing at the loss of warmth. His cum leaked down your thighs.

Helping you get your footing and flattening out your dress. Lee rested his forehead against yours, swaying back and forth with you in a small ballroom style dance. He hummed along to the song that you could hear through the walls. You ran your hands down his arms, interlocking fingers with him. Smiling at the softness of hand holding.

The door next to you slammed open. Both of you squinted at the bright fluorescent lights shining into the dark room.

“What the fuck are you two doing in here?!” Gamby gritted his teeth.

“Mind your business, Gamby,” Lee rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

“We’re here to make sure these kids aren’t fooling around and doing illegal shit. I shouldn’t have to worry that you too snuck off!” Gamby stomped his foot.

“Then don’t worry about it, Neal,” you mimicked Lee’s stance. Lee looked over at you with a shocked smile, slowly laughing at your snarky comeback.

“Get the fuck out here,” a jumble of frustration as he pointed to the hallway.

You laughed with Lee as you exited the storage closet, pulling Gamby’s tie as you walked out. Lee raised his eyebrows, tussling Neal’s hair as he walked past him.

Gamby growled under his breath as he straightened his tie back up and slicked his hair back, “You guys are the worst.”

You and Lee turned back to look at him, laughing together at his frustrated manner.

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[End]

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[itsrheasgirl]

CAN’T GET CAUGHT

Requestie for the bestie, @0bsessioncntr.

RHEA RIPLEY X FEM!READER

WORD COUNT: 2903

SUMMARY: YOUR ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY WAS MEANT TO BE SPENT ON A BEACH IN BALI— NOT IN THE GREEN ROOM OF THE MADISON SQUARE GARDEN, BUT AFTER A SCHEDULING CONFLICT RHEA HAD SOMEHOW CONVINCED YOU TO POSTPONE YOUR CELEBRATION FOR A FEW DAYS. EVEN THOUGH RHEA’S WORK ALWAYS CAME FIRST, SHE KNEW JUST HOW MUCH THE TRIP MEANT TO YOU AND DECIDED TO GIVE YOU A LITTLE SURPRISE TO TIDE YOU OVER.

TW: Smut Warning (18+) Teasing, Choking, Fingering, Praise.

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Both your palms pressed down against the bathroom countertop as your shimmering gaze ran over your reflection in the mirror. Your current surroundings wasn’t exactly where you’d expected to be on your one year anniversary, but a conflict with Rhea’s schedule had left you attending her match in New York City and not sipping Pina Colada’s on the beach in Bali.

You’d been planning the perfect anniversary vacation for weeks— so you knew that your actual anniversary date would be spent in a stuffy arena instead of tanning under the glistening sun, but Rhea had promised you no work talk for a whole week when you finally got on that plane to paradise.

Pulling your long curls into a high ponytail, you lean in closer to admire the neatly written MAMI on your cheek. You’d taken to showing support for your girlfriend by embellishing your flesh with her name, the sign of affection always causing the alpha female to secretly swoon.

Lifting your gaze slowly as you heard the bathroom door open behind you, Rhea’s sapphire hues catch your own in the reflective glass before you as a devilish grin claimed her lips.

“There you are.”

Eyes locked with her mirrored reflection, you cast Rhea a warm simper before pulling your focus back to your own image in the glass.

“What are you doing here?”

You flick your gaze to Rhea’s reflection before looking back at yourself once more to check the perfect lines of your flushed glossed lips.

“Your match is in twenty minutes, shouldn’t you be backstage warming up or something?”

You questioned the sassy tone in your voice as the words left your lips, not sure if it was lighthearted enough. Batting full lashes as you made eye contact with Rhea’s reflection once more, your lips threatening a gentle smile as she crossed her muscular arms across her chest.

“Oh, you have an attitude today?”

Rhea’s purred as a manicured brow arched skyward before she gave your form a quick up and down with a impish gaze, her plump tongue coaxing over her front teeth with an eat shit smirk.

Slowly crossing the bathroom floor in your direction, Rhea didn’t once take her darkened eyes off you. She always looked so sultry when she wore makeup, her natural beauty only heightened by the purples and blacks that were painted across her lids. Gently nibbling at your lower lip as the desire in Rhea’s eyes burned at your skin, you spin on sneaker clad feet to face her dead on. Each of her steps seemed to take for what felt like hours, time keeping you apart as some kind of torture.

You wanted her near you, you desired to touch her and feel her fingertips against your skin but she should be focusing on her job and not keeping you entertained. There would be plenty of time to celebrate each other on your trip.

Craning your neck upwards as Rhea came toe to toe with you, you fell back slightly to rest against the sink countertop. Rhea towered over you as the smell of her perfume flooded your nostrils, the intoxicating aroma causing a pool of saliva to form on your tongue quicker than you could swallow it back. Even after all this time together, she still intimated you with her power and stature.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Your tone dripped with innocence as you peered up at her through full lashes. Your fingers slowly curling around the counters edge, you flinch slightly as in one swift motion Rhea snapped her arms out either side to you— caging you in place against the countertop.

“Now now lover, we don’t have time for games.”

Your palms move to smooth over the soft skin of Rhea’s biceps, fingertips dancing across her shoulders before securing around her neck. Reaching up on your tiptoes, you press your lips tentatively against her own before dropping back to the ground.

“No lipstick tonight?”

Your brow arched slightly at the only imperfection to Rhea’s otherwise flawless makeup, a cheeky grin plastering her uncolored lips as she leant down to whisper softly against your earlobe.

“Didn’t want to make a mess.”

Before you had time to react you feel the feverish heat of Rhea’s lips as she began to devour your neck in heated kisses, a soft whimper vibrating from your chest as you gripped your nails into the subtle flesh of her shoulder blades. You forgot to breathe as Rhea’s hungry kisses turned into sharp nips and eager sucking against your fragile flesh, your head cantering backwards as your girlfriend left her mark upon you.

Your heavy lids fell closed as your spine arched slightly, the aggressiveness of Rhea’s hunger for your skin causing a throaty moan to break through your lips. You hadn’t noticed Rhea’s arms move from your side until her lips retract from your throat and your eyes snap open. Watching curiously as she joined her palms behind her back. Was that it? She was going to rial you up like that and then leave you?

Jutting out your lower lip in a playful pout, you continue to watch her with caution. It wouldn’t be the first time Rhea had tempted you with her womanly ways before disappearing to some work thing.

“I thought we didn’t have time for playing games. Don’t tell me you’re done already.”

A throat chuckled vibrated in Rhea’s chest as she gave you a quick up and down, her palms reemerging to grasp at your hips and effortlessly lift you up to sit upon the sink counter.

“Just getting started, baby girl.”

Rhea purred as her muscular frame took a small step back. You hadn’t noticed the purple bandana in her grasp until she handed it towards you, a small hum leaving your throat as you tentatively reached out to grab it. It was very common that she’d used the small square of fabric in your intimate moments and it didn’t bother you one bit.

Slowly coiling your fingers around the cloth, you chew playfully at your bottom lip. What would it be used for this time you wondered as you awaited further instruction.

“Which sense do I lose this time?”

An eat shit smirk captured Rhea’s lips as she closed the space between you once more, slipping in between your thighs as her heated lips returned to the hollow of your collarbone. Even the slightest touch from her caused you to whimper in desire and this time was no different, your forearms draping over Rhea’s shoulders as you tilted and angled your neck to allow her the best access. You couldn’t imagine what your neck looked like right now, undoubtably the flesh would be embellished with purple and blue bruising by the time Rhea was done. Mami always left her mark.

Painfully slowly, Rhea’s kisses moved back up your neck towards your jaw. You wanted her to kiss you, to feel her lips against yours. Gently craning your neck in attempts to meet her lips, you gasp as Rhea’s fingertips grip around your jaw and turn you away.

“Come on now baby girl, you know the rules.”

Tugging your earlobe softly between her pearly whites, you swallow back a moan as Rhea released your jaw and took a step back.

A devilish glimmer flashed behind Rhea’s gaze as she fixated on her masterpiece, admiring the chain of bruises that claimed your throat like a necklace.

“Be a good girl and put that on for Mami.”

Rhea’s tone dripped with authority as her sapphire hues flicked down to the bandana in your gasp, her plump tongue sliding over her lips before she turned her back on you to head over towards the bathroom door.

Following Rhea’s orders, you chew eagerly at your lower lip. Bringing the purple cloth up to cover your eyes before tying it tightly behind your head, pulling your ponytail free as the soft sound of a click from the door lock muffled through the fabric into your eardrums.

You could only slightly hear the sound of Rhea’s footsteps as she crossed back towards the sink, a tremor running up your spin as her palms slid over the expanse of your thighs. Her touch always caused your skin to pimple, her fingertips like fire and ice against your flesh.

Losing your eyesight caused all your other senses to heighten, making every inch of your skin hypersensitive to Rhea’s touch as she danced her fingertips over the exposed flesh of your thighs. You hated when she tempted you, but more often than not the reward was worth the wait.

“Please don’t tease me.”

You purred as your palms felt around for her own, a soft whimper parting your lips as she slaps your hands away. Rhea didn’t like to be rushed when it came down to pleasing her woman, but her match started in fifteen minutes and you didn’t want to be left high and dry when her job pulled her away.

“Patience princess, let Mami work.”

You could feel her nimble fingers toying with the lace between your thighs as her lips once more returned to the supple flesh of your jugular vein, pearly whites grazing against the pulse point like a lioness waiting to devour its prey.

You hummed softly as Rhea parted your thighs further so she could push her thumb against your sensitive bud, your hips arching towards her as you swallowed the pool of saliva that collected on your tongue.

You wanted to call her name— beg her to just take you but you’d already been warned about the rules and knew to wait until the right time.

Rhea’s thumb paused as she felt your hips shift, the fiery sensation of her lips at your throat disappearing in an instant and were replaced with a firm grip. The pads of her fingers finding just the right spots to make your toes curl.

“Mm—”

The pressure against your throat tightened slightly as the fingers near your core twitched.

“What’s a matter, baby?”

She was testing you. You knew what she wanted but you were more than ready to give it to her, you didn’t want to wait any longer.

Inhaling a shallow breath as Rhea’s fingers slipped skillfully beneath the lace of your panties, you roll you hips eagerly against them.

“Mami, please.”

Rhea slowly curled the tips of her fingers around your jawline, craning your neck down to press her lips feverishly against yours. Her plump tongue wasted no time invading your mouth, as she gently caressed your entrance with two fingertips.

Your tongues battled with dominance against each other as she gently inserted her fingers into the tightness of your core, your back arching and you head falling back as a soft moan parted your lips.

Rhea’s classic eat shit grin claimed her lips as she began to slowly pump her fingers up and down against your slick walls, her warm breath casting across your skin as she moved closer to whisper in your ear.

“That’s my good girl.”

Rhea’s grip still remained locked around your neck as she sucked the shell of your ear between her lip, her two fingers increasing their speed as you greedily rolled you hips. You expected punishment, Rhea hated being rushed and insisted on taking her time with you but the desire to have your girlfriend bring you over that edge was currently in charge.

“Awe, what do you want baby.”

Rhea purred, her lips moving to suckle at the soft spot below your ear as she waited for your response.

You could already feel every muscle in your body beginning to tighten, Rhea’s skilled fingers keeping up their rhythm as you gripped your fingers around the countertop. You wanted more— no, you needed more and you knew just how to get it.

One of your palms moved to snake into Rhea’s slicked back tendrils as you gently forcing against her hold around your throat to find her ear, your voice slightly labored as you spoke.

“I want you, always.”

A throaty chuckle vibrated in Rhea’s chest as she turned into your lips, her palm that clung to you throat dropping to rest upon your thigh as the pace of her fingers quickened.

Curling her fingers against just the right spot, Rhea kissed feverishly against your lips as a plethora of muffled moans fought from your chest. Each pump of her fingers tightening the tension in your stomach like an elastic band waiting to snap.

Breaking your kiss as you pant for air, your hips begin to grind against Rhea’s fingers once more. The fingertips of her free palm gripping onto your leg as to hold you still, you whimper in need as she continued to curl her fingers deep inside you.

“Pl— please, Mami.”

You whimpered as you hips continued to rock against her, desperate for her to bring you to completion.

“Please.”

You panted again. Your fingers tugging at the length of Rhea’s hair as her lips pressed heated kisses along your jaw.

Your begging was like music to Rhea’s ears as she continued to add more to her artwork upon your flesh, her rhythm slowing down only slightly to make you squirm. She was being such a tease and you knew it, but you had limited time and she couldn’t keep you waiting forever.

Tugging at Rhea’s hair to pull her from your pulse point, you tightened your hold to keep her head in place. If you couldn’t get what you wanted, she wouldn’t get what she wanted.

Rhea’s lower lip rolled beneath her teeth as she fought back to urge to stop all her actions all together, the idea of leaving you so close to release flashing through her mind as you gripped tightly to her hair.

“Demiii..”

You whined, wiggling your hips in eager desperation as a throaty chuckle vibrated in Rhea’s chest. Her slender fingers retracting from your upper thigh to coil back around your throat like a serpent.

“Want to try that again, baby girl?”

You knew exactly what she was referring too. When it came to your passionate moments it was always Mami and never Demi, she thrived off the power and you always enjoyed giving her dominant control.

“Mami— I..”

A soft moan from your chest vibrated against Rhea’s palm as she tightened her grip, her lips morphing into a devilish smirk as she watched you intently.

“I ache for you. Let me cum, please.”

Your back arched towards Rhea as she slowly slipped a third finger into the tightness of your core, your slick walls tensing around each digit as she increased the speed of her actions once more. Each pump of her fingers pulling you back towards the edge, towards the euphoria that you craved so much.

A plethora of moans pulled from your throat as you released Rhea’s hair, moving your palm to place it on top of her own as you encouraged her to squeeze tighter. The less air you could consume meant for a higher high when the band finally snapped.

Each thrusting motion of Rhea’s fingers wound up the tension in your stomach, your legs beginning to tremble as you could feel your climax drawing closer and closer.

“Fuuck..”

You purred, as your palms slammed down against the counter to grip tightly at its edge. Your toes beginning to curl and your head lulling back as Rhea’s tight hold around the column of your throat remained fixed.

The edge was close, you could feel it pulling you. Coiling one of your legs around Rhea’s waist you rest your heel in the small of her back as she increases her thrusts, the pad of her thumb finding your sensitive bundle of nerves and rotating counterclockwise.

The extra pressure against your clit caused you to inhale sharply, a satisfied chuckle parting Rhea’s lips as she leant forward slightly to hover her lips against your own. Whispering gently before pressing them together in a heated kiss.

“Be a good girl and cum for Mami.”

Your lips moved against each other in perfect unison, your tongues returning to explore each others mouths as your grip against the counter loosened. Your fingers winding round the back of Rhea’s neck to keep her close as you hips bucked for the last time.

The tension in your stomach reached its breaking point and you let out a pleasured moan as you released yourself over Rhea’s eager fingers that continued to pump through your climax, your head craning back and breaking your kiss as your nails dug into the supple flesh of her neck.

A soft whimper left your lips as Rhea retracted her fingers from deep within your slick walls, your fingertips moving back to play with the ends of her hair as you tried your best to level your breath.

You legs trembling and your inhales labored, you swallow the saliva that pooled on your tongue. A small flinch traveling down your spine as you felt nimble fingers against your ear, the brightness of the room causing you to squint as Rhea removed your blindfold.

“You did so well, princess.”

Rhea uttered as the pads of her thumbs moved to stroke against the apples of your cheeks, her lips curving into a warm simper as she leant forward to press a gentle kiss to your temple before whispering against the shell of your ear.

“Happy Anniversary, baby girl.”

[berrys-hide-out]

heyo beeeerrrryyy qwq m wa finallie gonna sendie in da freakngie ASK XD soo...yous requestie is open??? Issie it possible to do a Tony and Pete fan fic with Tony wreckingie Spidey because father and son things ✨

m gonnie hide in a corner now ✨🫠

Note: Heyaaaa! Yep all open again hehe, gotta improve my writing!✨ I’m sorry this took so incredibly long 🥹

Warnings: tickles

Summary: Peter is currently working with Tony in the lab, Tony seemed stressed over the coming Christmas celebration and Peter can’t concentrate with his mentors grumbling. Enjoy!

Break time, webbing and play time

Peter would call himself lucky, his mentor was the one and only Tony Stark! He got to work with him in the lab and even if they didn’t work together they worked along side each other.

However there was times like now where his Mentor forgot everything around him and seemed to get frustrated about the thing he was working on, so much so that he sighed and grumbled to himself.

The young spiderling eyed his mentor, this was probably the twentieth sigh that had left the man’s mouth now— and it hadn’t even been 10 minutes! It made Peter sigh internally, with his mentor standing hunched over the table and pen tapping the surface he could hardly concentrate either.

He looked over at the paper Tony was hunched over, noticing the small Christmas ornaments on it. Right Morgan had requested the paper for her wish list after seeing it on the Christmas market and now they had way too many left.

A small smile pulled on Peter’s features, remembering the little ones antics with her father. Peter’s eyes fell to the web shooters, hearing another sigh. His smile faded, he had to make Tony take a break somehow.. sure Christmas was approaching quickly but we was sure he could add some things to the list if Tony would just let him help.

Peter looked over at the man again, talking would probably only annoy him further. What could he do..?

His gaze flew through the room, landing on the couch which conveniently stood right behind the man. The couch had originally been brought here by Misses Potts to make sure the two would take breaks and not overwork themselves over and over again and come home grumpy.

Peter glared at the new web fluids. These were for training and dissolved a little quicker, surely enough for a small break. He huffed a smile. The plan forming in his head was bold, awfully so but it might just work.

He quickly exchanged the fluids and walked towards the couch.. one try to talk about this won’t hurt.. “Mister Stark?” He asked carefully. “Not now kid and it’s Tony..” he corrected, not lifting his gaze.

The teen smirked and jumped behind the couch before shooting a web right at the man’s back and yanking him backwards into the pillows of the couch- “WHA- Peter!” Tony yelped and glared at the smiling boy. “Sorry Mister Stark” he said with a ever so small hint of sympathy which leaked through his sly grin. “Again Pete, it’s Tony” he huffed.

Peter quickly webbed the man’s torso as well as he jumped back over the couch to stand in front of the man “but sighing every five minutes and frowning like that probably won’t do you any good.” He said, remembering the few times Tony had told him this. “Neither will webbing me to the cough, so let me go.” The man growled, yet a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, taking away the bite in his words.

“Sorry Mister Stark not happening” his mentee said and poked a free spot on the man’s ribs, not noticing the small flinch. “Plus I’m just making sure Misses Potts couch is getting rightfully used” he said with a small grin, a playful glint in his eye as he went to stand up straight. “I’m sure she’d be happy to know that you’re taking your breaks.” He added with feigned innocence

Pete quickly skipped over to the list “and don’t worry it’s the new solution it’s supposed to dissolve a little quicker.” He called while scanning over the list.

He hummed a little, the ideas Tony had written down seemed basic enough.. grabbing a new paper and writing down some new ideas, he didn’t notice that the man behind was actively plotting to get him back after that stunt.

In fact Tony kept so quiet that when Pete went back to work on the new formula he had completely forgotten that the man was even there.

Tony knew the boy wanted the best for him but practically webbing him to the couch without a warning? And the poke that almost gave away his ticklishness? He’ll need to come up with something to teach the kid to use his words.. and maybe offer a different way of telling each other to take a break.

Tony waited until Peter gave a sigh of his own. By now boy was scanning the paper and holding a small solution over the other. The webs which held Tony had long been dissolved and only stained the couch ever so slightly. He walked up behind him “need help?” Peter yelped, and turned around with a start, dropping the solution in the process. “m-mister stark!” He huffed. The man chuckled at the pout his student gave him, “sorry did I scare you?” He grinned. Peter huffed and turned back around, eyes widening when the solution started to bubble and set off his Spidey sense “DUCK!”

Tony did— Spidey got sent flying to the ground with the new web solution which exploded mere seconds after the call. It took a few seconds until the fluid stopped, now decorating the whole lab.

“Gee kid, are you alright?” Tony called and rushed over to him. Pete grumbled, a little sore from the fall “yep, I’m good” he said and gave a small thumbs up.

Tony huffed a smile, his student was covered in web fluid, only a few spots were free. “Can you get out by yourself?” He asked and crouched next to him. Seeing the boy struggle and wiggle to break free he already had a feeling that he had to get a small knife.

Peter huffed and took another deep breath before trying again- yet his tries were futile.

“Nope, nope definitely stuck.” He said and let his head fall back onto the ground. Tony chuckled “alright hold on Kid” he said and got a pocket knife out of his back pocket before getting to work.

Tony peeled Parker off of the floor and got him to sit on the couch, then he quickly went and got the dissolvent from Peter’s desk.

“Man, this stuff is awfully sticky” Peter huffed and raised his arm, seeing his webbing move ever so slightly.

He watched Tony join his side and open the small bottle “heh, more then your normal webs I assume?” Peter nodded “way more!” He exclaimed before feeling a little bit of liquid run down his back- making him shiver “Sorry, It’s still cold but it shouldn’t take longer then a few minutes.” Stark said as he made sure to get most of his torso before moving on.

He sighed and knelt down, hand squeezing Peter side to support his balance. What he didn’t expect was his Mentee to Yelp and clamp his hand over his mouth and jump in a frenzied motion.

“Are you okay? Did you get injured from that explosion?” He asked and looked up at the boy.

Peter flushed— no he didn’t get hurt, but he’d never tell his mentor and idol that he just accidentally tickled him! “No, no, just surprised me is all” he mumbled and averted his gaze.

Tony raised an eyebrow, he had moved slow, there was no way that reaction came from his movement. As he continued to free Peter from his webbing things started to click into place and a small smile tugged at his lips, which was completely missed by the boy who still looked away with a tiny blush on his face.

“Alright” Tony hummed when the last bit of webbing dissolved and he closed the dissolvent. Peter smiled “thanks Mister Stark!” Nodding he kept Pete from getting up. “Mister Stark?” Tony pat his shoulder as he stood up “if I have to take a break so do you kid” he said and a small traitorous grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. Peter raised an eyebrow, that’s not how that worked.

He crossed his arms “but I’m fine!” Tony raised an eyebrow “are you really though? You just got flung to the ground, maybe you hurt yourself and aren’t telling me again” he said hinting to his side.

Peter grumbled “I’m not hurt, really” Tony huffed and squeezed his side “no?” He asked watching the kid squeak, grab at his hand while his legs shot up and he squeezed his eyes shut with a bright smile.

Tony chuckled silently at his mentees giggles. “I don’t understand Pete, what’s so funny? If you’re hurt that’s a serious problem!” He huffed. Peter squeaked when the second hand attacked his other side with squeezes making him fall back into the couch. “mIHihister StAhAhark!” He called though his bubbly giggles and growing blush.

“Im right here Pete but you need to let me have a look!” “nOhohooooo!” The boy whined before finding the strength to throw himself off of the couch “woah-!” Tony gasped and his stomach dropped. He quickly leaned over the couch to see the kid scramble up with a grin, showing him that he wasn’t hurt. Relief washed over him before the playful smirk re-emerged on his lips.

“Run”

Peter yelped and scrambled off of the ground, darting out of the lab with anticipating giggles— Tony right behind him

The boy grinned, he hadn’t played like this in a long while. The fact that Tony was actually up to play with him was as exiting as it was flustering.

Tony chuckled as their feet stomped on the ground, Peter’s lighter then him which clearly made the teen even more nervous.

The boy rounded a corner into the main room where a couch stood in the middle of it all. He rushed around and grinned at his mentor giddily. Tony stood at the other side of the couch, he was loving this just as much as Peter was. It was adorable how the boys cheeks flushed and small bubbly giggles escaped him even though he tried biting them back “naw kid we can’t have that~! Let me have a look at your sides- oh and your back too, that’s what you landed on earlier, right?”

Peter huffed a giggle “IHi’m not hurt-! TONY!” he squeaked when the man suddenly moved making him jump and run to avoid his playful mentor- however one and a half laps around the couch the boy got thrown back and the two wrestled— Peter with childish giggles and a beaming smile and Tony with a adoring, playful and Sly smirk.

“NoHOho! MiHister StahAhrk!” Peter struggled against his mentors hand which kept him in place- usually he wouldn’t have any problem getting out but his unstoppable waterfall of giggles weakened the poor hero drastically… and he was silently enjoying himself, although he’d never admit to that.

Then Tony’s hand latched onto Peter’s lowest rib which made the poor kid squeal and buck with hysterical giggles “honestly Pete, you need to let me check! It’s no use if you keep squirming like this!” Tony said with a teasing edge to his voice “BuHUt IHI’m noHOhot huHUhurt!” Peter protested.

His mentor tutted and moved up and down his sides, scribbling from his abdomen all the way to one of the higher ribs, noticing how the squirming picked up.

Tony grinned “do we have a little tickle spot up there~?” “NOHOho!” The answer came way too quickly and Peter’s cheeks tinted in a little brighter red. Tony stopped and hummed “you sure about that?” Peter nodded, anticipating giggles rushed though his few gulps of air.

“So you wouldn’t mind if we were to play a game?” Without waiting for Peter he placed a finger on the boys rib cage “round and round the garden like a teddy bear…” he sang and traced circles.

Peter shook his head and embarrassed yet happy giggles flew out of his mouth, no matter how hard he tried to protest or keep his mouth shut they just kept on coming “one step…” Tony said warningly. Peter looked at him, the almost sly and sinister grin sent shivers down his spine “noHoho nononohoho! MiHihister— STARK!” “Two step” Tony completely ignored the plea and the squeak he got in return only made him want to go on. “Tickle under THERE!”

Peter went ballistic, head thrown back, bucking and squirming left and right as his legs kicked out thanks to the merciless scribbling that sent ticke shocks through his whole body.

Tony chuckled at the sight, he’s never seen Peter let go like this, it was as amusing as it was adorable.

Hearing the kid wheeze he let up. “OhOho god” Peter giggled and looked at his mentor with slightly crinkled eyes. “You’re ruhuthless”

His mentor hummed down at him “you’re just incredibly ticklish” “mist- EHEHehEhHEe!” Peter squealed when fingers drilled into the dip of his hips. “Try again” his mentor grinned “ToHOhonEHEhe!” Peter called out and stark let up.

He smiled at the boy, his hair was completely disheveled, the blush covered his ears cheeks and neck, tiny tears of joy were at the corners of the boys eyes and he was breathing heavily with stray giggles.

Tony let the boys arms go and Peter curled up “ehEhe thahat wasn’t fahair!” Tony poked his unprotected back making the male jump “neither was webbing me to the couch” “sohorryy~” Peter whined through an amused giggle “you ready to take a break?” To Tony’s amusement a shimmer of playfulness played in the teens eyes as he eyed the billionaire.

“Or what~?” He teased

Big mistake.

Tony immediately grabbed the boys arm and pinned them above his head. The other hand hovered over the boys armpit.

Peter’s squeaky giggles picked right back up and he gave tony a panicked yet exited look. “Or else the tickle monster is gonna come back~” tony grinned. Peter shook his head “Noho he won’t!”

Then the hand fell. The boy squealed and curled up, shutting his eyes tight with giggles already pouring out of him.

Yet nothing happened.

Peter opened at eye noticing the smirk tony wore which made his stomach flip in anticipation. The boy whined “JuHUHust do it ahalready!”

Tony chuckled “my pleasure”

Then Peter threw his head back with full out cackles a second time that day. It was safe to say that Peter’s giggles and laughter went through the tower a lot more often~

[luimagines]

HEWWO I HEARD REQUESTIES R OPEN The chain trying to impress their crush please <3

- bestie anon

Masterlist

The operative word is trying. And by god, I'm running with it! I'll make you proud Bestie!

Part one will include Legend, Twilight and Warrior!

Content under the cut!

Legend

Legend didn’t get what the big deal was. So what is the Captain and the Rancher were wrestling? So what if they were shirtless? 

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. He can see the way you eyed them, watching intently as they tried to overtake one another. You were chewing on your lips, fully engaged in the scene.

Legend glared at the other two boys who were none the wiser to your attention. Or maybe they were aware of your attention and were doing this to piss him off on purpose. The thought made Legend growl.

He shakes himself off and makes his way over to the main circle where the rest of the group was. Time at least looked as disinterested as Legend felt, but something told Legend that was just to dissuade the other boys from challenging him to a duel in the dirt.

Legend brings himself to stands next to you and stretches. He put his arms over his head and behind him, trying to get your attention while he’s at it. When he goes as far as he body would allow him, he rolls up his sleeves to his elbow and crosses his arms. 

“Who do you think will win, Vet?” You ask him. Oh, so you do know he’s here. And yet you didn’t look at him once.

Legend tries to keep the grit out of his voice. After all, his annoyance isn’t directed at you. He wouldn’t allow it. “Rancher, most likely.”

Legend looks at the scene and realizes that despite going up against the strongest of them, Warrior is putting up a decent fight. Twilight almost has him the edge of the circle though while Warrior keeps trying to take Twilight off of his feet.

Legend hums and leans toward you, whispering so the other boys don’t hear him.. “The issue is...since Warrior is trying to flip Twilight instead of pushing forward, there’s a chance he might be able to pull off a win.”

“Really?” You blink and finally turn to him instead. “How do you know?”

“Twilight is top heavy but he’s putting a lot of emphasis on where his foot placement is. Warrior likewise is trying to use his upper strength to move Twilight aside and throw him around. Because they have opposite forces going up against each other, it’s hard for there to be a clear winner. But if Warrior can throw off Twilight’s footing, he’d be able to flip him and throw him on his back like he’s been trying to do.” Legend points to where Warrior would need to step to do it and shrugs in the end.

“I don’t think he’ll figure that out though.”

“That’s really smart, Link.” You say quietly.

The use of his real name shocks him and he turns to you with a slight unintentional blush on his face. You’re staring at him with quiet awe and it’s the softest look Legend thinks you’ve ever directed in his direction.

Legend gulps and smiles with another shrug. “It’s just strategy. Nothing to impressive.”

You shake your head. “It’s really cool that you-”

Wind, Sky and Hyrule yell in shock. Twilight changes game plan and instead pulls Warrior back and flips them both landing steadily and dropping Warrior in the process. Unexpecting it, Warrior falls onto his back, allowing enough tie for Twilight to drop as well and pin him, wining the duel.

You cry out in delight and clap. “That was awesome!”

Legend looks away and brushes down his sleeves. So much for that five seconds of glory.

“Alright! You’re next Legend!” Twilight calls out playfully.

Legend can feel the way he pales all the way down to his chest. “Ohhhh no! Nice try Rancher but I’m not crazy enough-”

“You’re not even going to try, Legend?” You ask him and Legend clenches his jaw.

He can’t impress you this way... it’s a losing battle. There’s no way.

You begin to throw his words back at his face. “Didn’t you just say-?” 

“Ok. I’ll do it.” Legend takes off his top layer without another thought. “Move over, Captain.”

It’s a risk he’ll have to take. Besides, now you’ll be looking at him whether he wins or losing. So it’s not going to be too bad, right?

Twilight sends him a mischievous (sinister) grin.

Right?

Twilight

Was Twilight about to do something stupid? Maybe. Would it incredible if he could pull it off? Absolutely. Now if only you would look in his direction, then he would actually be able to do it.

He takes a breath and aims his arrow. He pulls back and let’s it fly the second he sees you turn to him. Naturally, it hits his target and as it begins to fall, it gathers more on the arrow, slowly pushing it up and up and up, until the arrow it filled with fruit.

He grins and dashes to catch it before it hits the ground and makes everything inedible.

Twilight makes it in the nick of time and catches it by the tail end. A small victory cry leaves his mouth as he brings it up to look at his new bounty.

“Twilight, that was incredible!” You cry out, running over to him with a wide eyed look, matched with a blinding smile on your face. “How did you do that? Was that even intentional?”

Twilight grins, pride swelling up in his chest as he sees your reaction.

Perfect. This is just what he wanted. Twilight smothers down his smirk and twirls the arrow absentminded in his hand, handing the none sharp end towards you. 

“It was intentional.” Twilight admits, not able to smother the pride in his voice completely “But I have to say that I wasn’t sure if I would have been able to pull it off.”

You giggle with delight and pull off the end fruit, happily biting into it without a second thought. “Mmm! Delicious!”

“And fresh.” Twilight adds, taking a bit of fruit for himself.

Only for a fruit to land on his head, splattering everywhere. He can feel it seep into his hair and pelt. The juice that didn’t explode outwardly drips down his face and the back of his neck.

You seem to have gotten a bit of it as well, having been close to the splash some but you don’t seem too concerned by it. Bits of fruit are stuck on your face and a little drop of juice hangs from your nose.

But you start laughing.

With your free hand, you wipe your nose and flick the bits of fruit that stick to you so that they disappear into the surrounding foliage. But you keep giggling.

Twilight can only sigh.

Of course this happens. Here and now. And right after he does something cool and gets you something by the end of it. Twilight can’t even be mad. He lets his head hang forward in shame. The fruit flops off of his head and onto the ground with a defeated splat.

You laughs louder and coo in his direction. Twilight can feel your hands comb through his hair that he’s no doubt going to have in a bit unless he wants sticky (although shiny) hair.

“Sorry Link.” You say with as much sincerity as you can muster.

“I’m glad my suffering amuses you.” He deadpans, only cause you to giggle louder. It borders onto a cackle as you help clean him up.

“It could have been worse.” You say. “It could have hit your groin.”

Twilight winces and curls instinctively. “Don’t even joke about that.”

“I’m just saying.” You hum happily, munching on the fruit he had given you just moment before. “It’s not so bad. You just need to go wash up.”

“Yay.” Twilight hands you the arrow. “Here.”

“Wha- Why?”

“It was for you anyway.” He admits, shaking his hair to get the remaining bits out. “I’ll be back.”

You nod and take it from him silently, watching him as he goes. You look at the rest of the fruit and bite your lip. Maybe you should help him wash his pelt at least. After all, the fruit was tasty.

Warrior

There was very little part in Warrior’s mind that was telling him to fall back, to retreat, to make it back to safety and to regroup with everyone else.

The wound in his side was aching and threatening to push Warrior over the edge if he didn’t take care of it soon. He was beginning to feel the blood seep through his chain mail and make it to the front of his outer tunic.

But then there was a little bit in his head that was also telling him to keep going, to keep fighting. If he could stay on his feet just a little bit longer then he was going to push till the end of the fight and win.

He sees you and surges forward with as much force as he can muster.

His sword raises over his head before he can stop himself and it slashes down at a monster that was coming up from behind.

You gasp, bordering a scream when you feel the body just whiff past you.

“I got you.” He says between labored breath. He nods toward you and grins as much as the pain will allow him.

“Warrior...” You grip your sword tighter and adjust it in your hands. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine, Sweetheart.” Warrior winks. Now his pride won’t allow him to back down either. you have to see him win this. Because he can. He knows it.

He also adjusts his sword in his grip and keep a bit of his vision on you as he dashes off to the next monster that approaches. He slides in the ground, no doubt irritating his already open wound and slices the monster from under it.

He grits his teeth and pushes himself off of the ground.

The blood is definitely visible from the outside now. He knows he’s being reckless at this point. He needs medical help. Or a fairy. Maybe Hyrule is he still has some magic left in him.

That being said, Warrior could feel you look back at him every now and then. He’s never been a fan of too much attention but yours? He can never get enough of it. It fuels him and he continues forward.

Warrior rushes the next monster and next after that and the next after that.

He sees another one come close to you and his heart lurches into his throat. He can’t help but feel a surge of panic jolt through his body. You can see the threat this time but you’re too preoccupied with not having your head taken off by the monster in front of you to really do anything about it.

Warrior throws his sword.

It spins through the air and cleaves through the monster’s head. It splits into two and falls to either side of the monster next to it.

The other monster sees it and backs up for a moment, startled by the sheer violence of the action. The pause gives you enough time to finish it off and you step away from the carnage.

You pick up Warrior’s sword and jog over to him.

Warrior retrieves it with a gulp and a nod. “Thanks.”

“That was the coolest thing I think I’ve ever see you do.” You blurt

Warrior can feel his pride swell. “Awesome.”

“You’re an idiot though.”

“Fair.” Warrior stumbles over as his injury takes over his consciousness. The pain no longer registers and falls to his knees.

“Warrior?” You fall with him, trying to hold him up by the tunic, not seeing how it rips further.

He gives a lazy salute before collapsing completely.

You scream.  

Part 2

[marwhoa]

request: Leo x gn!reader who's pressure-touch-starved in the way that if you put a weighted blanket on them, their brain would short-circuit. What happens when Leo decides to use Y/N as a mattress? 😏 ~🌺👸

🝮 “ skin hunger touch-starved ”

rise!leo x touch-starved!reader

author’s note: woot! another request after how long? has it been a week since i posted? oop— my bad y’all, i was in break but ended up a tad bit on the lazy side uwu 💕 this is moderately short, but i would say i had fun with the extra details in the leo-donnie convo :33 as always, i hope you enjoy reading, and consider maybe sending in a requesty-wuesty~?

word count: 1.0k

“ I just don’t get it, Donnie! ”

Leo complained, laying on his plastron in the middle of his brother’s lab—who, let the records show, was not enjoying the company at all (at least, if he was, he would never admit to it.) He huffed, propping his head up on his hand while the other hand traced circles on the floor. He expected to pick up dust but was a little weirded out to find it perfectly spotless.

You could eat a dinner plate on this damn floor?

“ Y/N’s been so sluggish and stressed out lately—more than usual! And they’ve even been awake as late as I’m up, and I’m nocturnal, Donnie, nocturnal! ”

“ Insomniac, ‘Nardo, not nocturnal. ”

“ Same difference! ”

“ No—What? Heavy sigh. ”

Donnie grouched, spinning in his chair to face his brother who splayed out on his floor. Don’t think for a second he didn’t notice those grubby little fingers rubbing his floor.

“ If I help you, will you promise to leave me alone? ”

Quite literally grasping at straws, Donnie dragged his hands down his face then rested his gaze upon the all-too-smiley blue-banded brother. Leo gave a nod and sat up, crossing his legs.

“ Tell me again what’s going on. ”

This time it was Donnie’s turn to rest his head in his palm, legs crossed and elbow pressing into his knee.

Leo cleared his throat.

“ As I said, they’re much more stressed than usual and not sleeping at well. They flinch when I touch them, but I don’t know if they dislike it or are just, I don’t know, surprised? ”

“ Who wouldn’t be surprised if you touched them? ”

Donnie cracked a grin then yelled as he narrowly dodged a tossed item. It made a crash that wiped Donnie’s smirk off immediately— just what did he hit! That was a mess to clean up, and best believe he’s pushing it for later.

“ Har-dee-har, Dee. They’re just so drained, a bit snappy here and there, and just.. I want to be able to help them, but not even they know what’s wrong. “

After a few moments of silence, Donnie popped his fist into the palm of his other hand in a, “ got it! “ way.

“ Skin hunger. ”

“ Excuse me? ”

“ Sigh, my good man! This is Y/N we’re talking about. Knowing them, it sounds like maybe they’re experiencing effects of skin hunger—or, more commonly known as Touch starvation. “

Donnie spun back around, standing to look for the previously thrown object. He had continued speaking, but it was all deeper, more scientific stuff, and something about cortisol.

“ So they’re starving? For touch? What does that mean? ”

Leo stood up too, walking over to see if he could help find the object lost to the void, only to be pushed back by a mechanical arm and a grumpy glare.

“ Touch starvation is a common problem for humans to undergo, especially as a social species that has physical contact so ingrained into its culture. Y/N probably needs some form of physical contact, such as a hug or holding of the hand. “

Donnie holds his hand up, shaking it with emphasis, before then dropping his goggles over his eyes. Just what did he throw? And where was it?!

Leo started smiling wide, bouncing on his feet. In one fell swoop, he swiped open a portal with his sword before Donnie could say, “ not in the lab! “ and leaped right on through, straight into Y/N’s living room.

“ Y/N? ”

He called inquisitively, looking around. There was a groggy response from your bedroom, one that quickly made him connect the dots—you must’ve been sleeping! Wait, what time was it? No, never mind that, he came into your room, leaning in from your doorway as he searched for you.

“ Leo….? “

Y/N grumbled, wriggling beneath their blankets until finally their head popped out. Curious eyes landed upon their beloved blue, not-so-belovedly interrupting their desperately sought after sleep.

“ What are you doing here? “

There were a few more tosses and turns from under the blankets until finally they flipped the blankets over and off their torso, resting at their waist.

“ I discovered your ailment—“

“ Ailment? ”

“—Yes, ailment, with Donnie’s help! And I know just the thing to cheer you up. Hopefully. “

Y/N unintentionally glared at him, not exactly sure if they wanted to entertain whatever plan Donnie had put him up to. After all, who knew what the two of them talked about?

Alas, before you could agree or disagree to the terms of this experiment, Leo assumed a jumping position, announced “ POUNCE IMMINENT! “ and proceeded to launch himself at you. A startled yelp left you, expecting to be in some form of pain after this, but found that he had landed over you with a grin.

“ Where’s the trust, Y/N? ”

And with THAT, he thumped against you, and you involuntarily gave an “ umph! “ from the sudden weight.

In any other situation, you would have no issues with yelling, bopping, or scolding your way out of this—you were in no way, shape, OR form a mattress! But, your stammering came to a stop as it seemed the weight of your boyfriend was somehow curing all the metaphorical weight bearing on you. You were beginning to feel…

Better? Oddly as if it were easier to breathe? Deciding against a protest, you hummed low and quiet while snuggling your face into Leo’s neck, arms lazily wrapping around him to pull him in closer (which was physically impossible, but hey, no one said you couldn’t try.)

Leo was shockingly quiet but grinning ear to ear. His arms wrapped around you too, snuggling up.

Plenty of silence passed you both as you lavished in the luxurious comfort the gods had been bestowing upon you right now, not daring to break the silence with any questions….

For long, at least, since there was like ONE little inquiry crawling up your throat.

“ … What did Donnie even say? “

Leo hummed a “ hmm? ”, much too comfortable himself.

“ To make you know to do this? “

There was a muffled “ oh “ against your neck that stirred a few giggles before he then pulled up his head to speak.

“ Something something skin hunger, something something too much cortisol. “

He then thumped his head into your pillow. Maybe that was the best answer you would be getting out of him..

And, maybe that was okay…

You were getting a bit tired again, and something was telling you that this sleep would probably be the best you’ve had in a while..

[emojellyace08]

Hiya been long time no ask and I am sure I gonna be gone for a long time since my college day gonna start on Monday huhuh but I still look and heart around in tumblr.

So here a requesti, since today update of lookism we been granted by ptj of Gun on with bath towel. "I just thought damn does abs and muscles". I am curious what is the headcannon of y/n being muscle enthusiasts.

Basically they are a character of (Dumbbell Nan Kilo Moteru?) Name Souryuuin Akemi.

(Bet Gun recuirt her as his assistant and tracker of his health diet and muscle density lol)

Gun Park x Female! Reader (Do you want to see it closer?)

A/N: SHEESH This is actually a great idea xD. Since you asked for some somewhat spicy Gun x reader, I'm going to give you some and Idk if this can satisfy you but I hope you still like it and sorry for the late reply (good luck on your college day!) Genre: somewhere between fluff and slight lemon (not too explicit) Slight warnings: slight nsfw post reader is female (and is in an established relationship ; character x reader)

It's been months since you have seen your boyfriend. You tried to contact him but you've received voice mails instead which can be irritating for your part. You've been really worried about him getting into crazy shit again. No video calls, no messages, heck you haven't even received a single greeting like "hello" or "good morning". It really makes you worried a lot about Gun. You know he's strong. You know that he's a one man circle, but your girlfriend instincts always gets the better of you. You want to convince him to quit his job since it might put him more into potential danger in the future, but getting to know him better made you realize that even he is a masochist. He really has the passion and lust for fighting so you couldn't really stop him no matter how times you wanted to. It can also ignite a really bad argument so it's better if you just let him be. But he promised that he will take care of himself though.

It was 8 in the morning when you woke up early again in your gloomy and dark apartment. You encouraged yourself to slump yourself on the cozy and soft bed of yours. But no matter how many efforts you tried you thinking about that bastard again just makes you groan, you're craving for caffeine again.

Fixing the blinds, you winced as the sunlight made it's way to shine your eyes. It's not particularly sunny, but the sky and atmosphere is not too dreadful either. In fact it's the perfect weather for you. You got up to prepare and fix the coffee mixer and make your drink. It took minutes of you tapping your finger on the marble table humming your favorite song while you watch the machine, you being lost at your own thoughts. After minutes, you were mixing the hot drink on your mug before you heard the door open, you seeing your mentally exhausted boyfriend. Fucking bastard didn't even knocked on the door.

"Where have you been?" you asked in a concerned tone as he focuses his attention on you making eye contact. His black sclera were still intimidating to look at, but they weren't exactly too threatening. "Business" he bluntly replied not intentionally being rude, Gun was just like that all the time. You were about to ask more questions before he approached you while hugging you back and leaving wet pecks on your neck while caressingly touching your waist pulling you closer to him. "I'm sorry that I don't have time for you." "Hmm." you hummed as you drank the mix of sweet and bitter mixture. "You're not angry?" "Umm no? Why would I? It's your job to work for Charles." you playfully denied as he pulled you even closer, he knows that you're lying behind that pretty face but he understands and you have a point though. And hearing that old man's name really pisses him off at some point, but it coming from your pleasant voice makes him a bit calmer. "I'm going to take a shower" he mumbled as he buries his face on you even more. "Aren't you tired?" you asked as he chuckled, "Never have been."

Tapping your shoulder you watched him as he walked on the corridor and into your shared bedroom. It's his daily routine for him to go home and wash up first before cuddling and chatting with you on the bed. You went inside to prepare his clothes before seeing your half naked boyfriend, his scars showing up into his back but you couldn't care less. In your eyes, he's perfect.

"Looking at something?" you snapped at your own thoughts as you can see Gun's teasing grin as you laughed at him, your voice being gentle with a mix of tiredness on it. "Yeah" "You want to see it closer?" he teased you even more as you approached him as you hugged him from the back, you being obviously smaller than him. "You still look pretty even if you got lots of scars." "I know." he replied as you stayed like this, cuddling with him for a few minutes. He turned around to face you as he leaned in to give you a kiss, your tongue getting entangled from each other. The kiss wasn't really aggressive, but the way his tongue gently danced with yours is enough to make your underwear wet again. His hands were travelling to your face, slowly making it's way to your waist. Your clumsy ones are doing the same, it's playfully teasing his chest up into his abs. You weren't exactly that person who only relies on looks. But seeing your boyfriend properly taking care of his health makes you appreciate the effort he's doing to get stronger.

"Wow, you're getting more sturdy." you half joked as your eyes trailed down to his body. It wasn't necessarily in a lewd way, but it's just you being appreciative. And with this, Gun can't help but to be proud of himself. He managed to make himself physically pleasing so you also don't have to worry about his health. "Do you want to go to the gym tomorrow?" he asked as he leans closer to you with his hands still clinging on your waist. "Hmm... Sure, I got nothing else to do and it's best if we can check our BMI together." you liked his offer as both of your mouth curl into a smile as he pecks your soft cheeks making you chuckle. You got to enjoy your loves holding and kissing you like this.

A/N: Sorry if this is not up for your standards and it's so late (I'm doing my homework while procrastinating lol :)

[zhonglis-wifey]

dottore reqs??? i love this man UHHH can i get dottore spending time with the reader when they stand up too fast and faint from hypotension? probably from nothing serious though. i just wanna see the concern he gets when they pause and get dizzy before falling

this goes hard thank u for requesting bestie 🙏 u know bestie and requestie rhyme. maybe i’ll call requesters “requesties.” congrats on being the inaugural requestie

replaceable • il dottore x reader

TW: fainting, gore (no violence in the actual fic)

Dottore liked to think he didn’t care about people. After all, it certainly made sense. He didn’t feel an ounce of regret when he possessed those people in Sumeru, didn’t feel sad when his long-time comrade, Rosalyne, passed away, didn’t feel any empathy when he found out about Scaramouche’s origins, and he certainly didn’t feel anything for you. You were just a lab assistant, nothing more. As far as he was concerned, you were a replaceable commodity. It didn’t matter how warm or patient you were; He didn’t care about you.

Yes, he didn’t care about you. That’s what he told himself as he kept sneaking glances at you sitting besides him, sterilizing the tools he used to destroy human bodies and rip their souls apart. Unfazed by the blood, chunks of rotting human skin, and the stench of decaying flesh that no one could ever forget, you wore a vacant smile and hummed a little tune to yourself. Dottore preferred working in silence, but he found himself quite enjoying your quiet song. He caught himself losing himself in his thoughts before they spiraled into something else, though; Dottore scoffed and rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the report he intended to hand to the Tsaritsa today.

“You keep looking at me, Doctor,” you teased, corners of your mouth upturned in a smirk. You omitted the long and overly-formal title of ‘Lord Harbinger,’ something you rarely did when addressing your boss. You could tell it rattled him a bit. “Something on your mind?”

Dottore huffed in annoyance, “My thoughts are of no concern to you.”

You were a little disappointed in his response. You’d hoped to provoke a conversation with him, but he wasn’t having any of it. You shrugged, content with continuing your work alongside him in silence for the day.

It was no secret to you that Dottore enjoyed having you around. That’s why you asked. You already knew that from the way he would stand a little too close to you and how his hands would linger on yours when guiding you through a procedure for a little too long. It was so obvious to you by now, so you just wanted to get him to say it.

Eventually, you finished cleaning the disgusting human remains off of the materials. It always took so long to do it properly, so you’d been sitting down for quite a while. Without thinking, you stood up to put them away rather fast and the world seemed to spin. Your vision went blurry and your legs suddenly felt like they were melting. Disoriented, the weight of your own body was too much for you to bear as you collapsed to the floor.

Before you completely blacked out, you caught a glimpse of Dottore dropping his pen and quickly turning to you. Although his expression was obscured by the mask he never took off, you could tell he looked scared. Fainting when you stood up too fast was a common occurrence for you, but it had never happened at work before so Dottore was unfamiliar with this phenomenon. You could make out his blurry silhouette frantically reaching out for you, shouting your name in fear.

He didn’t care about you. You were replaceable, just an employee. So why did he feel so anxious when you wouldn’t wake up? Why was the thought of you never waking up again terrifying to him? Why was his initial reaction to catch you rather than let you fall? Dottore did know that you weren’t supposed to matter to him, right?

[shinobi-bacon]

If you’re ever in a requesty mood

Do you think you could do Deli gifs? He’s my all time fave!! Take all the time you need. Even if you don’t feel like doing em until 2027 🙉🙉💕

All done!

[cutebatart]

Alright here's some actual Cat!Ford AU stuff. This time, requesties

[comforttears]

spud agere requesties?

🪁 Lil Spud Headcanons 🪁

— 🦋; Spud's little age is 5 years old!

— 🏕️; He is usually very distracted and forgetful (something very common), he requires a CG to help remember things!

— 🦋; Non-verbal Little! Spud does not speak, however, he babbles quite a bit.

— 🏕️; Sometimes he tends to bite... if it's not some CG it's some object, he always carries a teether. Be careful to put your hand close to him.

— 🦋; Spud tends to get irritated quickly, which results in him throwing tantrums. Loud noises also tend to upset him!

— 🏕️; He enjoys spending time outside! Whether playing in the mud, in the water or even walking. He's a little explorer!

— 🦋; You have to put floats on Spud if he goes into the water!

— 🏕️; Spud loves to eat s'mores, also roasted marshmallows, sometimes it's hard to get him to eat veggies... However, sometimes he eats insects.

— 🦋; Possibly he's a boy scout!

— 🏕️; Pest sometimes takes care of him, especially when he goes outside, Spud usually gives him flowers or rocks that he finds on the way.

— 🦋; Spud has a pet rock!

— 🏕️; He likes stickers, quite a bit. Sometimes he will stick stickers on himself or something, like his bucket.

If you need anything else, don't hesitate to tell me! ^v^

[fandom-blackhole]

ok I haven't read your notes on episode three bc I'm excited and don't wanna spoil anything, so this Joel thot is half baked bc you know me coeur, I don't know jack about the last of us. But I just wanna make post outbreak Joel a nice breakfast. Eggs and bacon and pancakes, ok maybe not pancakes like we talked about with the bread, and potatoes and juice and coffee and all that jazz. Just have a nice good hearty breakfast and chill out, nothing pressing to do

Ugh ep 3 literally tore all of our hearts out. I've waited to post this though, because the idea I had involved slight spoilers so sorry for making you wait, and I hope you like this :)

WC: 0.8k

Warnings: slight spoilers for ep3, I avoided spoilers from the rest of the game so I wouldn't ruin the show bc the requesty (ie my gf) has no knowledge of tlou beside what I've said and the show, sassy Joel <3, I used his Boston QZ apartment from the game as the layout, also a reference to in game Bill (if you guess it you win my love and respect)

"What is all this?"

Looking up from where you were placing down a nicely cleaned fork next to one of the plates on the table, you smile at the man who just came from the bedroom, his hair disheveled and eyes squinting at the sun coming in through the windows. 

"Breakfast," you hum happily, turning back to set the other set of silverware next to the other plate. 

Joel walks over rubbing the sleep from his face and looks over the two plates piled with food, more food, real food, than the two of you have had in months. Each plate has a healthy helping of fried potatoes mixed with peppers, scrambled eggs, and your poor attempt at making homemade sausage patties. You'd even managed to make some coffee for the two of you.

After a few seconds of taking in the plates, and more importantly the food, Joel turns to you with his brow furrowed, and gruffly asks, "And where did you get all this?"

Grinning, your mood to high after planning this surprise for what feels like forever, and more than happy to finally get to do it, you just nod to the chair Joel usually takes up and plop down into your own, ignoring the creak it makes at the sudden added weight- itd already broken on you once and Joel had so kindly repaired it for you while grumbling about being more gentler with it from now on.

"Frank, i…snuck out while you were busy in another district of the QZ for a couple of days and got him to trade me some potatoes, peppers, and eggs, of course it didn't take much convincing for Frank. Bill more or less grumbled the whole time. The sausage is a mix of rabbit and squirrel…I, uh, tried my best with it, but well it was kind of a first attempt."

You shrug, and watch Joel gently lower himself into his chair across from you. Carefully he picks up his fork, and glances at you before spearing a potato and trying it. He's silent as he chews, his face not giving away anything and as the silence ticks on, your anxiety starts to get to you. But just as you're opening your mouth to say something, Joel let's out an appreciative grunt and starts in on his eggs. Sighing, you pick up your own fork and start to dig into your own eggs, humming in pleasure at the taste of a warm seasoned meal and not just dried rations you usually had. 

The two of you eat in silence for a few minutes, before you perk up and say, "Oh! I almost forgot."

Getting up from the table, you walk over to your little stash spot in one of the kitchens unused cabinets and pull out a bottle. After sitting back down, you cheerfully put the bottle of Cholula hot sauce. Joel pauses, mid sip of his coffee, looking back and forth between the bottle and you before grabbing it off the table and huffing a laugh.

"And where on Earth did you find this?"

Humming smugly at Joel’s fascination, you shrug trying to play nonchalant, as you say, "Found it on our last outing. Just under some shelves."

Joel, shaking his head, smiles and opens the bottle, dashing some onto his potatoes, before setting it back onto the table. Digging into his potatoes once more, Joel groans and points to the potatoes, saying, "This is as good as gold, darling," he takes a few more bites and just as you turn to continue eating yourself, Joel hums again and says, "Hell I think the 20 year old Cholula may even make your misshapen meat monstrosity edible."

Gasping you look up at him only to find him smiling and holding in a laugh. Pouting, you turn back to your food, and grumble under your breath, "See if u ever do anything nice for you ever again."

Later after you both were finished eating and the two of you had cleaned up all the silverware and plates, Joel was getting ready to leave for the day as you held up his jacket for him to put on, you asked, "Was it good…the surprise?"

Turning around and fixing the cuffs on the jackets sleeves Joel nodded, a small content smile on his face. Smiling yourself at his happy state, something you didn't see often, you looked down at the ground. Joel grabbed your hand, though, and made you look back up at him, his face now serious again as he looked into your eyes.

"Just, promise me not to go out alone again… no surprise is worth you risking your life being out there alone like that."

You simply nodded in agreement, and Joel nodded back before letting go of your hand and moving towards the door.

As he was leaving, Joel paused in the doorway and looks back to you curious, "What did you trade for all that?"

Looking over to him, you shrugged and replied, "That machete of mine that Bill has been eyeing for the longest time."

Joel just sighed, and shook his head before leaving.

If you have any thots, ideas, or requests involving Joel, my askbox is wide open! Please send them to me! Thanks for reading :)

[thefact0rygirl]

Can i get a 🚨with fives pretty please if your still taking requestis?

OH OKAY there are a couple reasons

🚨 sex that sent me to the ER headcanon

ARC Trooper Fives x GN!Reader

18+ under the cut (blowjob, swelling, medical emergency)

Fives is adventurous in the bedroom. He’s up to try anything twice.

Which means the occasional need for medical intervention.

The first was when he got a bit too excited with some erection cream. He put a bit too much on, which led to your lips swelling and his dick getting too hard (yes it’s a thing).

The second time is the classic penis fracture. He thrusted a little too hard, dick fell out, and pop! Penis fracture.

And Fives is dramatic. Crying that his dick will fall off and that he’ll never get a boner and he doesn’t know if Kix will be able to lie enough to get him a Viagra prescription.

Which to be fair, it is painful. But he definitely milks it.

You immediately dials Kix, who doesn’t answer. So Fives calls the only other person he thinks can help: Rex. Why Rex? Well, he’s captain. And…that’s about it.

Rex is mortified, so he calls who he thinks would know what to do: Cody. And Cody, exhausted, calls the 212th medic.

Fives gets appropriate treatment, but not without the rest of the 212th and 501st knowing that Fives broke his dick. And despite proper treatment and aftercare, he is forever known as Bendy Dick.

[baylardian-1]

Heard ya askin for requesties on Twitter so might I trouble you for a "Chakotay finding out Kathryn is pregnant" in this trying time?

I don't think they'd be particularly THRILLED about having a baby, especially if we're following the Beyer books' canon where they're both already on a tight leash with Starfleet to keep things "formal" between them. And the fact that they're on this several year-long mission in unexplored, knowingly dangerous space. At least Kathryn's had the luxury of 4 months to herself to come to terms with the idea of it prior to returning to Chakotay and the fleet from her time on Earth. I think Chakotay would feel guilt for putting her in the same position she was in years ago with Tom and the unexpected and unplanned nature of things. But she'd assure him that she's ready and that she knows he is too. :)

[baylardo]

BESTIES I CRAVE THRESHOLD AU REQUESTIES if u have some ideas please supply them I MAKE NO PROMISES hahaha but im DRY ON IDEAS LOL it can be Threshold lizzies time period it can be a specific episode it can be post-Endgame I DONT CAREEEE im YEARNING for ideas to spark in my brain

[gaogaigar-the-king]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @valkeakuulas

How many works do you have on ao3? 23, though there's some works posted on my Tumblr that I never transferred to AO3 (My Paladins and Warframe ones spring to mind).

What’s your total ao3 word count? 82,191 according to my Statistics page.

What fandoms do you write for? Currently? Warframe, occasionally dip my toes into TCW. In the past? There's also been Ultraman, Iron Leaguer, Brave Police J-Decker and more.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Scars (TCW) Untitled Goose Wars (TCW) A New Discovery (Ultraman X, NSFW) Tumblr Ask Memes (Miscellaneous) First Date (Ultraman X)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to when I have the energy! I love receiving comments and feedback, though I rarely get any to answer to.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending Oh jeez, I've written so much angst, uh. I really have no idea?

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I really have no idea on this one either? I can't judge.

Do you get hate on fics? I've never directly received hate on any of my fics.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes. Yes I do. Robot/robot, alien/human, Warframe/human, Warframe/Warframe... If it involves non human characters in some way I will absolutely play around with it. Kinks are included too, I'll play around with them as well. And most of it isn't even straight.

Do you write crossovers? I have tried to in the past, once or maybe twice.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Nope, not good enough for anyone to want to steal my stuff.

Have you ever had a fic translated? All three of my Ultraman fics have had people requesty to translate them into Chinese/Korean in the past.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope.

What’s your all-time favorite ship? Oh no nonono, this is a fucking evil question, you can't do this to me! I've got more ships than I can even keep track of!

What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Hmm.... I want to finish Untitled Goose Wars, and I want to finish Among Us Gone Wrong and Love Has Many Forms (And Tentacles), but whether or not I will? I hope I will. My muse is a fickle beast and plays horribly with my mental health.

What are your writing strengths? I've been told before I write a good blend of atmosphere, dialogue and believable character actions and thought processes.

What are your writing weaknesses? See above with my mental health. It takes me so much longer than I'd like to write these days, because of external problems, my mental health and perpetual exhaustion.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? An interesting idea! But I can't speak any other languages than English, like a true Brit failed by our terrible languages education system.

First fandom you wrote for? Star Wars. The first one I actually published anywhere? Iron Leaguer.

Favorite fic you’ve written? Thus far? My favourite ones are still confined to WIP-status. I love how a lot of my Warframe stuff is turning out... I should share some of the standalone parts to AO3. I also have emotional attachment to LHMF(AT).