#they have me kicking my legs giggling and twirling a strand of my hair

[servingrobin]

8 from the established relationship prompts?

~ @carrotafterdark

Ooooh girlie I started writing these for Sanji and could not stop. - separated into SFW and NSFW

✨requests open✨

- you play with his hair a lot to destress , twirling it around a finger, brushing through it with your hands. One day you see Sanji on the deck, reeling from your latest fight, hands pulling and tearing at the strands. “It feels nice when you do it and I couldn’t find you so wanted to try myself, but I can’t get the pressure right ma Cherie.” He’s troubled and you can’t help but hug him. Over the years he continues this, twirling and pulling on his own fringe the same way you would, it’s his go to whenever he’s extremely stressed and can’t get to you

- You’re midfight with some intruder punks on the deck of the sunny, throwing punches and slashes around you. One guy gets particularly close and without thinking you spin around on one leg and kick him square across the face, sending him flying. “Stealing my moves too now mon amour?” Sanji hollers from across the deck, chuffing in amusement.

- Luffy and Nami are up late one night, working through the wine in the pantry stock whilst the kitchen’s empty. They hear the telltale whistle of the kettle on the stove and Nami pokes her head out. She blinks in shock and scoots back round to Luffy, wide eyes perturbed. Luffy squints at her and edges around the pantry door himself, letting out a loud giggle at the sight before him. Sanji is making tea, looking mighty comfortable in his boxers and your own bright pink T-shirt, the colour extra garish against Sanji’s usual tailored wardrobe.

- You have a lighter on hand at all times over the years, ready to spark a light for Sanji whenever the need arises

- the first time you call Zoro moss head when he annoys you has Sanji swooning

- Sanji learns how to braid your hair into the intricate knots you like

- Sanji takes up your skincare routine, matching your detailed step by step until he’s glowing (though let’s be real this man already had a routine)

- Automatically picks up your favourite foods first when restocking, doesn’t even think about it until Franky points out he’d asked for cola and Sanji had bought your favourite fruit fizz instead

- Your pillows mysteriously migrate to Sanji’s room one by one, and while he says this is so you’ll spend more time in there, it’s mostly just because they are ridiculously comfortable

- You start wiping down kitchen surfaces without being asked, years of Sanji’s lectures on cleanliness entrenched in your brain. It becomes a habit you don’t even think about and starts to spread to other rooms too.

NSFW

- Sanji starts to bite his lip exactly the same way you do when your sucking his cock, eyebrows scrunching just like yours would when he has his tongue buried deep inside you

- You gain a weird enjoyment out of your earlobe being sucked - something that was previously unique to Sanji. It’s like your brain has connected how much Sanji loves it to pleasure and suddenly the sensation is much more intense.

- Years of being called a good girl embeds itself in your brain and one night “that’s it Sanji, my good boy.” Comes out without really thinking, his cock buried inside you as you rutted your hips down on him. Sanji let’s put a yelp at the name and cums almost instantly, turning bashful as soon as he can breathe again

- You were quite a sassy little thing and Sanji loved it, from the very beginning he was a bit of a beggar when it came to sex - “please let me see your glorious pussy my love……oh good girl sit on my cock just like that….please mom amour move for me…. Let me hear how good I make you feel my darling” - while you were a less verbal lover. So imagine his surprise when the filthiest things started coming out your mouth, praise and begging and compliments of the dirtiest variety. It is by far the favourite thing you’ve picked up from him

[stellaisinlove]

Tie a Tie

Clark Kent X Reader

Summary: Clark has to get ready for work but Y/N doesn’t want him to leave.

Warnings: Fluff, Tickling, not proofread, & Anxiety?????

Word Count: 1k

Clark woke up early, as usual, not wanting to disturb me while he got ready for work. He tiptoed around our bedroom, trying to be as quiet as possible while getting dressed, buttoning his suit, and struggling to put his tie on. He mumbled curses under his breath trying to remember which way to loop the tie. In many failed attempts he decided to not wear it. Clark sat on the edge of the bed while tying his shoes. As he leaned down to tie his laces, he felt someone's eyes on him. He turned around and saw me, awake and watching him silently from the bed. A smile spread across his face as he stood up to face me.

"Well, Good morning," he whispered, leaning down to kiss my forehead. I smiled back at him, my tired eyes lingering on his muscular chest as his shirt fit him like a glove.

"What time is it?" I asked, my voice still groggy from sleep.

"It's still early, don't worry about it," Clark replied, grabbing his jacket from the chair beside the bed.

I sat in bed, pulling the covers to my chin while watching Clark. He looked so handsome and confident as he got ready, and I couldn't help but admire him. As he turned around to face me, again.

"What?" I asked, feeling a blush creeping up on my cheeks, I had been caught staring.

Clark chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. Clark leaned down over me, placing his knees on the bed to support him. He looked down at me with a smirk. "What are you looking at?" Clark's voice was barely over a whisper as his hands moved down to my side, holding me in place.

"I was looking at...this really weird guy that's in my room. He's kind of strange, he's like an alien too-" I was being snarky, but before I could finish, his fingers tickled around my stomach. I jumped and started laughing hysterically

I giggled and squirmed under him, trying to push him away. "Stop, stop!" I shouted between laughs.

Clark smiled, he wasn't listening. "Who's this weird guy you're talking about?" He said moving his fingers up my body and tickling me everywhere, "What's his name?" He was being snarky right back to me.

"Okay, okay! You win!" I kicked my legs, quickly out of breath.

Clark finally relented, pulling back and sitting on the bed next to me "That's what I thought," He looked at me with a cheeky grin. I looked up at him and rolled my eyes.

He ran his fingers through my hair, but I was trying not to give in to his charm. Though, the way he played with my hair did feel really nice. His fingers would twirl around my strands of hair and they would move up to massage my scalp.

"Don't you have work?" I asked softly, moving onto his chest. His fingers not letting go of me.

His fingers trailed down my back then back up, creating a pattern on my body. "I don't mind being late." He said looking down at me on his chest. He smiled kissing the top of my head.

"I would rather be with you today, anyway. Perry and Lois have been nagging me to finish this article all week." Clark groaned, lifting his hand up and massaging the bridge of his nose. Him letting go of me left me with a cold feeling, I was already missing his touch.

"What's the article about?" I asked, nuzzling my head into the warmth of his neck.

He chuckled, "Apparently there's this superhero convention coming up, and they want me to write about all the events...all the boring stuff." He sighed.

I shifted positions, I was leaning up against Clark looking into his eyes. My hand reached up and caressed his cheek.

"Just take the day off."

His head rested on my hand, and Clark was sinking back into the bed. "I wish I could, Y/N..."

My hand moved up to play with his hair, his eyes closed, relaxing into my touch.

"Call in sick," I said, trying to think of alternatives so he could stay in bed with me.

Clark held me by my waist and pulled me on top of him. I blushed, feeling a warmth spread through my body. I leaned in to kiss Clark, feeling his lips part against mine as we deepened the kiss.

"I can't..."

I huffed, not wanting him to leave me.

"Shit," Clark whispered, checking the watch on his wrist.

"Hm?" I hummed moving down to kiss his jawline, moving down to his neck my hands moving down his torso.

"I'm going to be la-" I found Clark's sweet spot. He let out a soft whimper feeling my warm lips on his collarbone.

"Y/N" He mumbled. "I have to go..."

I could hear it in his voice, longing. He didn't want to go. He was enjoying this very much, but his anxiety was rising with the belief of being late to work.

He lifted me off of him and placed me down gently on the bed. Clark rushed to the mirror in our room to see what he looked like, his cheeks were flushed and his hair was a mess. Clark adjusted his glasses before walking to the door.

"Wait," I said softly getting out of bed.

He turned back around with an anxious smile, trying not to get stressed.

"Your tie," I said picking it up, off the floor. I wrapped it around his neck and tied it for him.

"A big boy like you still doesn't know how to tie a tie." I teased him. Clark rolled his eyes with a smile.

"I love you," I said softly, pulling him down by his tie, I pressed my lips on his. Not wanting to let go.

We pulled back, breathless, and Clark grabbed his briefcase. "I love you too.."

He walked to the door but stopped before turning the handle. He turned back around to me and placed his hands behind my neck pulling me closer to him.

He pushed his lips onto me, moving his hands through my hair and down to my waist before letting go.

"I'll see you tonight."

[championleonsslut]

How about a wedding night with Leon? Rose petals, candlelight, champagne and Leon sweetly making love to his now wife ;w; Could you write for that, pretty please? I wanted something NSFW, but also on the romantic, tender side. That would be a dream come true <3

Awww this one’s so sweet! Here you are! This is my first full fic I’ve written on here, I hope you like it!

“Should we consummate it again?”

Reader is female (sorry my other gendered readers), reader and Leon are married, VERY smutty, you’ve been warned.

The wedding was wonderful, possibly the very best night of your life. Besides the party, the bouquet toss (which Sonia caught), and the goofy best man speech from Raihan, what was the best part of all?

Him. You got to marry him. You got to marry the champion of Galar, the love of your life, Leon. Not only did your vows make each other cry, but the rings on your fingers symbolized the true creation of your love for one another.

But now… the mood had shifted. You had gone back to your shared apartment, and you knew what came next. Most, if not all marriages were consummated… and this one was no different.

As soon as Leon had finished locking the door, he quickly strode over to you. He had a glint in his eyes, one of passion and hunger. Perhaps he was just as excited for this as you.

You squeaked when he scooped you up bridal-style. How fitting. He placed a sweet kiss to your forehead, and batted his eyelashes at you.

“If you’re up for it, I think the evening has one more event in store.” He chuckled under his breath.

You could barely speak you were so excited, so you just settled on nodding instead. Leon chuckled again, and began carrying you down the hallway to your shared bedroom.

It seems he had prepared for this, being the horny little shit he is.

The room was already dimly lit, and he had gone all out. There were lit candles around, goddamn rose petals on the king sized bed you shared, and he had a large, boyish smirk on his face as he kicked the door gently shut with his foot.

He tossed you on the bed, and your dress billowed around you as you landed, letting out a giggle. Music to his ears. He walked over, and placed his hands on either side of your head as he smirked down at you.

“My lovely bride…” He murmured, sifting his fingers through your hair, “I’m gonna make you squeal like you’ve never squealed before.”

You giggled as he began nibbling at your neck, and undoing the back of your dress.

“Leon!”

He chuckled against your neck, replying by leaving a hickey there for later.

Your dress was slowly peeled off you, and he gently placed it aside, as it was expensive, and he’d hate to ruin it. But when he looked back, his eyes bulged.

There you sat, twirling a strand of hair around your finger, in lingerie. Now, you’ve worn lingerie for him before, you guys have had sex a MILLION times before this. But this, this was different. He could already feel his face heating up from just the sight of you.

It was a red babydoll top, with transparent fabric that draped over your stomach, a red thong underneath, which hardly covered anything, a matching garter, black stockings, and those heels you’d worn all day.

“Ohmygod.” Was all he could breathe out as his eyes practically drooled at the sight of you.

He knelt down in front of the bed, gently running his hands up and down your legs, as his eyes wandered all over you.

“Is this for me?” He muttered, a little breathless. “Because… I didn’t think you could get any hotter.”

You giggled, “It’s for my husband, actually. I wanted to treat him.”

He practically growled under his breath, “You cheeky thing. Well, I’m a little disappointed to take it off, but I prefer you in nothing anyway.”

You blushed, and he had already removed his jacket and shoes, so he undid a few buttons on his shirt, just to tease you, before he got to carefully stripping you.

He started with the heels, which he chucked aside. Next came the garter, which he made sure to look at you as he slid it off. Then he moved onto those stockings, which just drove him wild. His dick was already trying to poke out of his pants just from the sight of you in lingerie. Once the stockings were off, he gently kissed your thighs, and even left a hickey there too.

He then ran his hands up and down your side, gently sighing through his mouth and biting his bottom lip a bit. He slipped the straps of the babydoll off your shoulders, and yanked it up above your head. Leon’s definitely a boob guy. So naturally, he basically drools at the sight of your bare chest. He goes right in for a snack. Gently nipping, licking and sucking at your buds. You groaned, running a hand through his hair and giving it a little tug. That made him groan too.

He was feasting away like you’d starved him, but you didn’t mind. You not only loved the unstoppable attention, but also just how good it felt.

You yelped when he chomped on you, and you felt him giggle against your chest. You were already a little wet when he tossed you on the bed, just from anticipation alone, but now there was a little wet spot on your thong.

He stopped his assault on your chest, and rubbed over your clit through your panties. You bit your bottom lip and held back a groan, but he didn’t like that. He grabbed you by the chin and made you look at him.

“Do not stay quiet. I want to hear you. I want to hear you moan and squeal and scream my name. I don’t care if all of Galar hears. Because I’m your husband, and I love when my wife gets noisy for me.”

You only got more wet from that, and could only nod. Leon smiled, and gave you a soft kiss on the lips.

“Good girl.” Well that just made your knees so weak.

He slowly slid your panties off, and chucked them aside. You were left completely bare for him, just the way he liked it. He ran a finger up your soaking wetness, and sucked it off. According to him, this was the best taste in the world.

He got the rest of his shirt off, leaving him completely topless. You practically drooled at the sight, and he loved the way you practically had heart eyes at him.

He pushed you up the bed a little bit, and threw a leg over his shoulder. He smiled up at you, before going in for your cunt. He left kisses on your thighs first, then your puffy folds, and lastly on your clit. He actually left many open-mouthed kisses on your clit. It made you fist the bedsheets and groan.

He began lapping at your clit, occasionally he would gently nibble at it, and sometimes he would suck on it. You squirmed a little, but he made sure to hold your thighs in place. You felt him groaning against you, from just how good you tasted.

Your clit was throbbing, and your weeping cunt just told him how much you were enjoying this. You let out moans and groans just for him, and it only motivated him more to eat your clit off.

“O-Oh… Leon… A-aahh… You feel… W-Wonderful…”

He chuckled and paused his attack on your cunt, “and you taste wonderful. Now, relax, love. I gotta prep you for the dick you love so much.”

You could only respond with another moan as he went back to town on your pussy. The coil inside you was already starting to snap and pop. It wouldn’t be long before your husband drove you over the edge.

He gently shoved two fingers in your dripping hole, and began gently caressing your walls. You moaned like a slut. He chuckled against your cunt, and moved his fingers around a bit.

Your moans just egged him on more, and you were right there. It felt like you were going to explode from how pent up you were.

And you practically did. With a high-pitched, loud moan, you came around his fingers. He knew just how your pussy pulsed when you came, so he slowed down his assault. He slowly stopped lapping at your clit, and took his fingers out to lick them clean.

You were sweaty, panting a bit, and your hole was dripping. He smiled up at you, and stood up to place both hands on the bed.

“I hope you’re not too tired for the main event?” He smirked.

You couldn’t even talk, you just rapidly shook your head. You could never say no to that massive cock.

He chuckled, and began fiddling with his belt. You wiped the sweat off your forehead. His pants weren’t even kicked off all the way before he was climbing on the bed. You could spy the tent in his boxers once his pants were on the floor. It made you drool a bit.

He tugged those off too, and tossed them aside. His dick sprung straight out, and was already throbbing at the tip. He grabbed one of your legs and placed it on his shoulder and smirked down at you.

“Are you ready, my lovely bride?”

You could only nod, as he pulled you a little closer to him. He ever so gently slid inside you, and the stretch was slightly painful, but felt far too good overall. You groaned, and he hissed through his teeth.

He repositioned himself as he slid all the way inside you, so that he could nibble at your neck and jaw. That only made you make more noise for him. You squealed when he bottomed out inside you.

His thrusts were slow and calculated, as he kissed, licked and sucked at your neck. You were making such sweet noises for him, and he loved it. His cock was so thick, it may as well have split you open. But it didn’t, it always surprised him how you could take this.

He was so slow, sweet and gentle. Definitely not fucking you, but instead making love to you. Only the best for his bride, of course.

He wasn’t exactly quiet though, moaning against your neck, because your pussy just felt THAT good. So warm, wet and tight. Even after he’s wrecked you so many times.

Your moans, groans and squeaks only motivated him more. You, on the other hand, were loving this. Here he was, your husband, taking his sweet time in pleasuring you, so perhaps you could spend all night entangled in one another.

He stopped leaving hickies on you for a second, to pant against your shoulder as he thrust inside you again.

“Oh fuck… That’s a good girl for me, the best pussy in all of Galar.”

Well that just drove you over the edge, you pulsated and spasmed around him, and sucked him in deeper. He couldn’t complain, instead, he moaned right as you did.

He was almost breathless, as he leaned back a bit to look at you. Your flushed face, and the way you softly panted. He ran a thumb over your cheek and smiled, leaning down to kiss you so softly. Of course you returned it.

He began slowly thrusting again, as your lips moved together. He was kissing you so sweetly, so lovingly, as if he had to physically prove to you how worthy he was to be your husband.

You were still sensitive after your last orgasm, but not as sensitive as Leon. He was twitching away inside you, not far from his own release.

You broke away from kissing him, which made him whine, to wrap your arms around his back and put your foreheads together.

“Cum inside me, champion. Please, cum inside me.”

That practically made him purr, and he pecked you on the lips.

“Anything my wife wants, she gets.”

Your lips reconnected, and the kissing turned into a lot more tongue, but still so sweet and loving. He picked up the pace a little, but still going relatively slow. His dick was throbbing inside you, just begging to burst.

You were both moaning into the kiss, which only made it feel even better. He groaned into the kiss when he hit his high.

His cum was so warm and sticky, you loved feeling it full up inside you. He was still kissing you ever so passionately as he finished, and broke away when it began to subside.

“How many rounds does it take to consummate a marriage, you think?” He smirked at you.

You whacked him on the chest, “Horny bastard.”

He scoffed, “You were just moaning like a whore for me, and you begged me to cum inside you!”

Touché Leon.

[sillygoose067]

Charles’s Angel(s)

Ch. 38

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Thank god it was Saturday because there was no way you were getting out of bed today. 

You blink your bleary eyes open, following how the sunlight filters through the room and falls upon the wall you’re facing. There’s a furnace against your back, a strong arm wrapped around your middle, pulling you close to a defined chest. Memories from last night flood through, and you feel giddy with love. You lace your fingers through Charles’s around your waist, giggling and kicking your feet. 

The arm around you tightens and there’s a husky voice near your ear. “Love, unless you want a repeat of last night right now, I suggest you stop moving so much.”

You flush, freezing in place. Biting your lip, you twist in his arms, turning to face your beautiful boyfriend. You beam brightly, and he thinks, in this moment, you’re more beautiful than the morning sunlight. 

“Good morning!”, you whisper loudly.

“Good morning, my love”. You blush again.

“I like it when you call me that”, you tell him meekly, not meeting Charles’ eyes, knowing that there really wouldn’t be anything you wouldn’t do for him if you did.

“What? My love?”, he teases in a lilting voice, the huskiness of it making your insides tingle. 

“Mhm”, you nod. There’s a comfortable silence while the two of you bask in each other's comfort. He pulls you closer to him, sliding a leg between yours, and you nuzzle closer to his chest, reveling in the warmth of his love.

“Do you have any plans today?”

“Nah, I wanted to stay inside with you for once. I know that I’m nearly never home.”

You press your lips to his jaw in thanks. “Thank you for last night.”

Charles faces you fully, propping his head up on a fist. “Thank you for last night. I’m honored that you felt safe enough with me to give that piece of you away”. He twirls a strand of your hair. You watch as he brings it to his lips and kisses your hair.

“Why do you do that?”, you ask curiously.

“I promised myself I would worship every part of you.”

“I’m having a hard time deciding if that’s cute or creepy.”

He pokes your stomach. “Deal with it.”

You move to roll away, but he tugs you back to him. “Charles”, you whine. “I need to go shower! I feel all gross and sticky”. You make a face. 

“Okay”. And then he’s getting off the bed, lunging towards you and scooping you into his arms, a tangle of bedsheets and limbs, and you. “Charles!”, you shriek. “Put me down this instant! I said I needed to shower!”

“I know, baby. That’s why we’re going to the shower. You should thank me for giving you a free chauffeur service right now.”

“You cheeky little–”. He smacks your ass. Silence. “Oh god baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, it just happened…”

You’re stuck in stupor and in his arms. Why did that… feel good? Oh god, your cheeks were red, you could feel your face warming up. Charles notices this too, and a grin creeps onto his face. 

“Y/n, did you like that?”

You look away, not wanting to meet his teasing gaze. “...No”

“I think you did. No worries, I’ll keep that in mind for when I fuck you.” Your thighs clench. 

You’re so caught up in your boyfriend’s teasing that you fail to notice that he’s transported you to the bathroom. He starts up the shower. “Do you want me to leave? I can go get breakfast started…”

Shyly, you drop the sheets and pull him into the shower. “You already saw everything last night, might as well save some time by freshening up together”, you shrug. Too late to turn back now. “And we both know you’re a hazard in the kitchen”.

You bend down to grab the body wash and loofah. Charles gasps behind you. “Holy shit…”

“What?”

“There’s a red handprint on your ass– It’s kind of hot. But I didn’t even hit you that hard?”

You blush. “Oh, um. I turn red pretty easily”.

“Hmmm”, his eyes follow the water traveling down your body. 

…

Charles insists he wants to wash you, and you didn’t have the heart to tell him no. You wince as he moves lower to cleanse between your thighs. 

“Sorry sweetheart, I know it’s sore right now but we need to make sure that you’re cleaned up well so that you don’t get any infections”. You bite your lip to stifle another pained sound and grasp his shoulder for balance as he’s bent before you, propping a leg on his knee. “It won’t hurt as much from now on. Maybe I was too rough with you…” He sounded so sincere and genuinely apologetic for hurting you. 

You run your fingers through his soaked hair. “No you weren’t, Charles. It was– You were perfect. I expected that I would be a little sore anyway”.

He kisses your now, freshly scrubbed thigh, rising to his feet and reaching for the shampoo. You take the body wash and loofa from him to return the favor.

You let the water rush over you, watching as Charles massages some shampoo into his curls. You turn him around to get his back, and once the soapy suds have been washed away, you rest your head between his shoulder blades, placing light kisses here and there. The two of you stand under the showerhead, reveling in the intimacy of the moment. 

…

Charles gets out first after closing the tap, leaving to get you a towel. “Up”. You raise your arms like a little kid and your boyfriend wraps you up like a burrito. You giggle. He pecks your forehead and you lean into him. “C’mon, let’s get you dried and dressed, Cheri”.

You take turns toweling off each other's hair and putting on lotion. Once you’re done and dried, you scurry off to find something to wear from your shared closet, Charles sauntering behind you. You pull on a pair of fresh bra and panties, and he comes up behind you, wrapping you in his arms and resting his chin on your head. 

“What should I wear…”, you mumble to yourself. It’s not like there was a lot to choose from, but you still had trouble picking something to wear from time to time. An arm moves from your waist and reaches out to the closet, pulling out one of Charles’ T-shirts. “I think you should wear this, Cheri”, you hear from his place near your head. Your boyfriend kisses your cheek and pats your hip, moving to grab a pair of boxers and sweats and leaving you to accept your fate. You just shrug as you pull on the T-shirt and forgo pants. You were staying home anyway. Home. The thought that this was now your home warmed your heart.

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Round 2 Group A Match 4

expand for propaganda ↓ (major wall-of-text warning. don't say I didn't warn you) (nazi reference has been removed)

KD Lang:

"She's a lesbian (+100 points) and she was just really hot back then (+10000 points)"

"incredibly clear, sensual mezzo soprano voice -- kd lang's music literally transports you into the narrative of the song. they have a very charismatic appeal that makes them very attractive amazing bone structure and i love the short, choppy hair on top of that their fashion sense is peak, from the 1992 miss chatelaine ballroom dress to the suit on the august 1993 vanity fair cover to the shoulder-length hair and orange jacket on 1995's "all you can eat" i would literally give my life for kd lang i'm obsessed"

"VOTE KD LANG IF YOU LOVE LESBIANS. (AND YOU SHOULD LOVE LESBIANS)"

Jarvis Cocker:

"if jarvis wins I'm mailing him my underwear"

"I just want to tuck him in bed and read to him fairytales while he sips a cup of cocoa please is that to much"

"Jarvis Cocker and Jesus Christ share the same initials so that means that they are one flesh meaning that if you love Jesus you love Jarvis and vice versa"

"jarvision the best division 🫡"

"if jarvis wins I'll read The Hobbit in latin"

"I flew to London a couple of weeks ago and the first thing that I did was take the tube to waterstones picadilly and spend there about an hour looking for jarvis' book that they didn't have. Then I made my way (in the rain without an umbrella) to Foyles to see if they had it there and, again, they didn't have it."

"he's 6'3"

"I have never been more sexually attracted to a man than Jarvis cocker in the this is hardcore mv. I want to flatten him out with a rolling pin like pizza dough and then smack him against the wall. I am so horny I should be shot."

"Everytime I see jarvis cocker videos or pics I twirl my hair, kick my legs and giggle uncontrollably. Or I bite my arm and scream. I'm so mesmerised by his beautiful doe eyes and his weird dances that often lean very sexual. He's everything"

"the way jarvis' body is built is just extraordinary yknow like his spindly buglike legs"

"all I want in life is to take a shower with him and wash that greasy ass lice looking hair for once"

"Jarvis Cocker's last name is Cocker = he should win cuz cock haha"

"I want to spoon-feed him my grandma's chicken soup"

"I want to cock you jarvis <3333333"

"hottest most delicious looking man on earth"

"I didn't rant about him in English lang for him not to win"

"I love him a lot he looks like an insect ♥️"

"Jarvis cocker this is hardcore mv. No guillotine could take away the sloppy, disgusting, throbbing, dripping head I would give that man"

"never wanted a man so bad in my life, he looks like a pretty girl whilst having such a nice deep northern sheffield voice, i want him so bad i'm gonna be genuinely upset if my future bf doesn't look like him"

"apparently a girl he had slept with noted that he made sure that he satisfied all her needs in bed IM JUST GONNA LEAVE THIS INFO HERE AND YOU DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH THAT CUZ"

"need to have car sex with him whilst moving his greasy bangs out the way with my fingers"

"i went all the way to ireland to cure my hyperfixation but im still dreaming about the insect man 😍 i want to do the dishes with him"

"Jarvis is the kind of man that will tell you in explicit detail how much he likes to be pegged"

"currently smashing his sheffildian buttocks"

"I'd like to put my head on his shoulder right by his neck and just stay there, with his somewhat shaved beard making contact with my face and some strands of his hair coming loose and caressing me"

"is it zoophilic of me to say that I'm attracted to his insect looking way"

"Jarvis is everything! 90s Jarvis is a sarcastic smart bitter horny devil. 2000s Jarvis is a romantic fool. Current Jarvis? Lyrically, he is still both the horniest and most romantic and imho has the sexiest speaking voice of his generation. I used to listen to his BBC 6 radio show and when he said my name on air during their listener special I lost my goddamn mind. Celebrate the anniversary of it annually."

[miguelswifey04]

peter b. parker and you making out (fem!)

short imagine…

peter b. parker and you had just gotten into bed together since it was already late at night. “mmm.” he was holding you closed against his body while you two cuddled in bed, you facing him as you out a leg on top of his. “you smell so good. i can’t get enough of you.” he smirked against you hair, carding it softly. he would twirl your hair strands with his fingers and bring it up close to smell his sweet you hair smelled. he was definitely whipped for you. “you get beautiful by the day, and i am so lucky.”

“oh stop it! you always know how to make me feel pretty though.” you giggled as you continue to trace circles on his chest. he wrapped his arms around you tightly as if you were going to slip away from him. he was very cheesy and very physical affectionate!

“awww, you’re so cute, did you know that?” as he hooked a finger under your chin bringing your pretty face close to his. he smirked a bit while his own breath faded gently on your skin. his minty warm breath tickled you face as you closed you eyes relishing under his touch.

“mhmm, i did know that,” you teased as you gently stroked his face. he took it upon himself to lean in and nibble on your ear. “is that so?” his sensual whisper sent a shiver down your spine. you couldn’t help but moan softly as continued to nibble on your ear. peter loved the way you sound. he loved your little moans or whimpers. it definitely turned him on. a lot.

he continue with kiss and lick your earlobe as his hands roamed around your body, his hands having a kind of their own. “how about i remind you what that mouth of yours was made for?” he whispered. you flinched a bit he was always casually bold with you but every time he would say those things to you made you feel excited and nervous.

“oh? and what was my mouth made for?” you smirked as you tried to remain composed but failed miserably.

"oh, you know." he said, as he moved down to your chin and neck, his lips teasing you as well.

“it was made for those kisses, my love, and other things.” he said in between kisses. “can’t let your mouth get stale now." you couldn’t help but giggle, your giggles were cut off into moans you couldn’t bite down as you felt his lips on your neck. “mmmm, feels so good peter.”

“good, well you better get used to this, cause i’m gonna take it up a notch.” he parted from your neck and crashed his lips onto yours are you mouths moved in sync, encapsulating each other’s lips. he made it his mission to bring you over the edge. “you know i can handle it. i always do.”

“mhmmm. you’re such a good girl always.” he whispered again. he now pulled you by the waist guiding you on top of him, while he continuing his kissing session with you. his hands landed on your hips as he gripped on the fat of your skin, digging his fingers into them. he know how much you love it when he grips onto your body like that. you moaned against his mouth as he slipped his tongue in your mouth, feeling the inside of your mouth as you both made out hungrily. my god was this man so entranced by you.

you felt him start rolling his hips against you. he rubbed himself against the fabric of your shorts. you felt him rub his hard on against your clit that was covered by you panties that started to get wetter by the second. it was very stimulating and set a fluttering sensation on your core. his hands were still on your hips. “you’re already this wet?” he said between the kisses. he felt the way your own essence drenched through your panties through your shorts and onto his grey sweatpants.

“mhmm, you always have that affect on me.” you said shamelessly. you didn’t care and you weren’t embarrassed by it like you did before in the beginning of the relationship. he smirked once again. he loved the atmosphere of the moment and the way you looked on top of him put him in a frenzy. his primal instincts started to kick in

“you’re the most perfect good girl one could ask for." he said. he gently grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. “and for that, i’ve got to give a good girl extra special attention." he gently laid you on the bed as he went on top of you, kissing your neck yet again as he went lower to your collarbone.

…

a/n: i keep writing these drabbles and never adding a part 2 💀

tags 🏷️: @kairiscorner INSPO FROM HER!

[nights-legacy]

Body Snatched - Hawks

Masterlist ~ MHA Masterlist ~ #2

Note: This is a romantic pairing. I have a request for a parental Hawks as well that I haven't done. So, I just wanted to clarify!!

Body Snatched Masterlist

2109 words Warnings: unwanted touches and actions, attempted assault, small mentions of blood -You and Hawks have been together for years. You both had come onto the hero scene about the same time. Hawks was a lot higher than you in the charts but everyone knew you two were together. So it was beyond everyone's understanding on why a new sidekick of Hawks' decided to take interest in you.

Hawks had responded to a distress call in a beat up neighborhood. The call was put out by his sidekick, Radar. When he got there, Radar led him back to where the 'problem' was. They were met by a man who began to tell Hawks what was going on, only to switch Radar and Hawks as soon as the Hero was distracted.

Y/N's POV

Soft music was playing through the room as I filled out some reports. They had backed up and I took the afternoon to work on them. It was getting to the time of shift changes and I was expecting Hawks at any time. I kicked off my boots and pulled my legs up to get more comfortable.

"H/N?" I loved up at my office door to see my head sidekick. "I'm going to head out for the day. Is that okay?"

"Of course. Go on. You did good work today, Fauna." I nodded.

"Thank you, H/N. The next shift is in the locker rooms so they should be out shortly." She informed me. 

"Alright, thank you. Oh!" She paused as she left. "Have you seen Hawks?"

"No, I'm sorry." She shook her head.

"Okay, thank you. Have a good night." I said.

It was nearly an hour later when I heard the familiar voice of my boyfriend echoed through the office. I looked up as I heard him come closer. He popped his head in giving me a classic smile.

"Sorry I'm late, babe. I got a distress call at the last minute." He stepped in, closing the door behind him.

"Oh? Is everything alright?" I looked back down at my last report.

"Yeah. Turned out to be a false alarm." He came over and heart against my desk next to me. I could feel him staring at me as I worked. He reached out and began to twirl a piece of hair. He then leant down and brought the strands to his nose. I raised my eyebrow in question.

"Enjoying yourself?" I asked. He hummed an acknowledgement. I chuckled and set the report in the done pile. I sat back and looked up at him. He gave me a charming smile.

"Done?" He asked as he knelt in front of me. He set his hands on my thighs and began to run them up and down. I nodded while reaching forward to brush some hair out of his eyes. He moved in closer and tapped his nose against mine before he traced his nose down my chin to my neck. He inhaled deeply causing me to giggle.

"What's gotten into you?" I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck. He began to nip at my skin. "It's not close to season, is it?"

"Huh?" He pulled away and gave me a confused look. "Season? What are you talking about?"

"Keigo..." I gave him an equally confused look. Before I could ask further, a sidekick came in the door.

"H/N I just got a call from... Oh I am so sorry." They exclaimed. I looked to see they standing there with a hand over their eyes.

"It's alright. What were you saying?"

"Oh, umm... I just answered a call from Endeavor asking if you were still in?"

"Oh, no. Definitely not." I got up, grabbing Hawks by hand and pulling him from the floor. "Tell him I'm off for the night. I am not dealing with the hot head tonight." I threw my boots on quickly. The sidekick chuckled.

"Got it. Have a good night." They left. I turned to Hawks.

"Come on. Let's get home." He nodded. We left quickly and began our stall home. Normally, he offers to fly us home but he didn't even mention it. I figured he was tired though.

As soon as we arrived home, I was stripping out of my hero suit. I was ready for a shower and eat something more than just snacks or take out. I had just taken off my shirt and turned to speak to Keigo. I paused though when his eyes were nearly popping out of his skull, staring at me.

"Are you okay, Kei?" I asked in a light voice, cocking my head to the side.

"Hmmm." He didn't seem to hear me and looked down my body. Something was definitely up.

"Keigo?" I tried again, louder.

"Huh? What?" He met my eyes frantically. I looked him over to check if he was hurt or anything. I didn't see anything.

"Are you okay? You're acting strange?" His wings tense on his back. That sent up a warning in my mind. "Tired from the day?"

"Uh, yeah. Just tired." He quickly agreed. I pursed my lips slightly, not convinced.

"Okay... I'm gonna take a shower. See if there is anything in the cabinets or fridge you want for dinner." I went to go to our room.

"Yeah, yeah. I can do that." Once inside our room, I paused in thought. 

What is up with him? I've not seen him act like this in years. I pondered for a few minutes before deciding to deal with it after my shower. The hot water was a welcomed distraction. My muscles relaxed and I let out a low moan. Halfway through, I could hear my phone going off in the other room.

"Hey Keigo! Can you check my phone?"

"Yes!" I waited for a few minutes before asking about it.

"Anything important?"

"No!" His voice pitched, causing me to pause. "No, no. Just some spam stuff."

"Okay." I could hear him rustling around in the other room and hurried to finish, starting to get uneasy.

Radar's POV

I stared at the text that was on their phone. Encleaver had called and Text multiple times. I tried to unlock it by the fingerprint and it opened.

"Shit. They let him into their phone..." I snickered. I quickly went to check the messages.

H/N the man with you is not Hawks. It's Hawks' body but it's not him, it's Radar. Be careful. I cursed under my breath.

"Anything important?" They called out. I jumped before lying through my teeth. I quickly hid their phone after silencing it. 

Y/N's POV

I got out of the shower quickly after that. I dried off slightly before wrapping the towel round me. I padded into my room, Keigo was nowhere in sight. I got out some clothes and laid them on the bed before drying off and getting dressed.

"I'd like to make myself believe that planet Earth turns slowly..." I sang quietly as I dried my hair. A sudden chill went up my back before hands were placed on my hips. "Shit! Keigo, you scared me."

"Hmm, sorry." He said against the back of my neck before kissing it. He moved his body against mine and I could feel him begin to subtly grind his hips against my ass.

"Hey, hey. Calm down there." I pushed his hips away. He whined heavily and pulled me forcibly back to him. "Hey, Keigo! I told you to calm down! Stop!"

"But you're so sexy! I want you so bad." He grinded harder, knocking me off balance. I caught myself on my hands on the bed. My hand landed on my watch. I remembered the message he said was spam and quickly looked at it.

"Shit..." Dread filled my body with words. My skin crawled as he began to remove my shorts. I tried to relax before speaking up. "Hey Keigo?"

"Yeah?" He pulled away from neck.

"Can You let me turn over? I want to see you." I said sweetly.

"Of course, baby." He got up and I flipped over and sat on the bed. He knelt down in front of me and I cupped his cheeks.

"There's my pretty boy." I brushed my lips against his. When he didn't physically melt at my words, all the confusing behavior and actions made more sense. He moved his hands to my waist, trying to push me down and assert dominance. "No, no, no."

"What?" He furrowed his brow at me, still trying to push me down.

"You don't get any of this."I quipped. I booped his nose.

"Oh come on. Stop playing." He said irritated. I sighed before grabbing his chin roughly.

"I said no, Radar." His eyes widened before I head butted him. He fell bachkanto the floor groaning. Keigo's wings twitched as he gripped his nose. I stood up and looked down at him. "No wonder you've been acting weird. I mean I should have known something was up when you were confused about 'season'. Damn."

"I don't..."

"Did you really think you would succeed with this?" I asked. Before he could answer, a loud bang echoed through the apartment.

"H/N!" I heard Endeavor yell. I walked out of the bedroom and saw him and Radar's body. Endeavor was holding another Man in cuffs.

"Bedroom." I pointed towards the door. Endeavor made the man sit and walked that way. Radar's body walked towards me.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm alright, Keigo."

"Good." He relaxed.

"What happened?"

"Radar had organized this whole thing! He hired him..." the pointed to the man sitting in my dining room. "To switch us two just so he could have you. The pervert." Endeavor drags Keigo's body from the bedroom. I was getting a headache from all this.

Tag List: @keigos-baby-bird @lilparcheesie @dxnaii-rxse @iris-shihabi @l0vely-lee

[demonicbaby666]

you have me giggling and kicking my legs in the air while twirling a strand of hair on my finger. *blushes*

[starboy14176]

(sending this early it's not done but i wrote myself into a weird corner and i wanna share it with you anyways. sorry the pacing is weird D:)

     Dallon's heart was beating in his throat. He knew what he did wrong and it was fucking terrifying.

      A woman in a white coat had him and Ryan by the arms. Her grip was firm, but cold and lifeless. She led them to a room they'd never seen before. It was at the far end of the facility.

     She let go of them momentarily, only to lock the door. Dallon debated making a run for it, but quickly shook the thought away. They'd catch him.

     She led the boys into a small room. The walls were white and blank. There were two chairs next to eachother, and she motioned for them to sit down. As they did, she sat across from them.

     "Let me ask you a question." She began, her face slowly growing into a grin. Her teeth were blindingly white and perfect. "Did you really think you'd get away with it?"

     Dallon inhaled, mindlessly digging his nails into his forearm. "I don't know what you mean, Miss."

     Ryan was silent. His face was so pale it could be mistaken for a shade of blue.

     "Don't play dumb with me. We know what you said, A. What you told them." That fucking grin.

     "I'm sorry," He said softly, "I-I didn't mean for it to- I didn't want to-"

     "You're aware we know your every move, correct?"

     Silence.

     "You belong to us. We have you watched at all times. Never a moment of privacy." She tapped a pen against her clipboard. "So tell me again why you thought you could get away with it."

     "I-I thought someone could help us get out of here. I thought..." His voice tapered off. "I thought we were alone."

     She laughed. "Alone? You thought you were alone?" She repeated, barely a question.

     Dallon peeked over at Ryan, who's leg was shaking. Bouncing enough to make the cheap-ass chair he was sitting on rattle.

     "Honey, if you don't talk, there's ways we can change that." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "You can't stay silent forever."

     Being greeted with another blank stare from Dallon, she reached down to grab a walkie-talkie from her waistband. "I need an extraction team for Subject A, please. Hallway X."

     Ryan stood up quickly, taking a step towards her. "You're not fucking touching him."

     "And what are you going to do about it? They'll take you away too. They're not scared of you."

     He raised his voice, kicking his chair to the side. "Take me where? Do what!? I'm sick of this fucking place. All you people ever do is tell us what do to and threaten us if we don't listen. You're sick, you know that? We're not some fucking freakshow."

     "Me? Sick? Take a look at yourself, hm?"

    Ryan clenched his jaw. Silence.

     She leaned down to her walkie-talkie once more. "And another for subject B."

     Ryan sat down. There was no point in arguing anymore.

     Dallon had his hands over his ears, tears streaming down his cheeks. Freak freak freak freak freak. Sick. Sick sick sick. The words repeated in his head.

Stims so hard I explode. UR SO GOOD AT WRITING OMG!!!

“You’re not fucking touching him” giggling and twirling my hair <3333

So,,,what’s her game plan? How is she gonna make ‘em talk? I’m ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨invested ✨✨✨✨✨✨

[joy-of-life88]

Lace & Leather [a Damian Priest story] 20 Screwed up

Katja POV

"Kat? Oh my God Kat!" I heard a familiar voice call behind us as we made our way to the catering.

I spun around, just in time to see Liv run up and jump on me. She hugged me tightly as I tried to keep my balance so we didn't both hit the hard concrete floor.

"Hi Liv," I giggled.

"Where the hell have you been? I have the urge to kick your ass!" she said as she let go of me to look at me.

"Hey, language please!" I scolded her and immediately I heard the low chuckle from Damian.

"Huh? Why?" she asked while looking at me in confusion.

I took a step to the side, closer to D, to give her a view of the stroller with Hazel still fast asleep.

"Holy Sh- Sorry! Holy mother of God! You had a baby? Why am I just finding out now?" she began, her eyes wide.

But just as I was about to reply, I heard Hazel begin to whimper. I turned to her, but of course Damian was faster than me. He picked her up with a big grin and held her to his chest to soothe our little one. It only took a few seconds for Hazel to calm down. Now she started to give her daddy the smile he had been missing. In his eyes I saw how happy and in love he was.

That alone, this one moment, made the whole trip and the hassle worth it. I was so lost in thought that I totally forgot about Liv. Well, until she cleared her throat loudly to get my attention back. Reluctantly, I took my eyes off my family and looked at her.

"Yes, I have a baby. It's a long story. I'll tell you about it sometime. That is if we're still friends." I replied.

"Hello? Of course we are. I'm pissed, but.... I missed you anyway." answered Liv as she hugged me tightly once again.

I sighed in relief as I returned the hug. It felt good to have at least one friend left. Because I had no idea how the others would react.

But as it turned out, I had had no reason to be nervous about the girls. They took me back with open arms and were totally smitten with little Hazelnut. She had taken the hearts of her aunties by storm. Everyone wanted to hold her. Much to the displeasure of Damian, who was extremely reluctant to share his daughter. It was so sweet that he was a little jealous. But when I stroked his lower back soothingly, I quickly felt him relax.

"I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." I said to D and gave him a kiss.

"Okay. I'm going to head outside with Hazel. We'll wait for you at the door." he replied.

That was a good idea. That way we could spend a few more minutes alone before Damian had to get to work.

"Fay! What a pleasant surprise! I thought I would never get the chance to see your beautiful face again." I heard someone say and immediately it ran ice cold down my spine.

Slowly I glanced over my shoulder and saw that it was Theory who came striding towards me with his disgusting grin. My insides tensed up involuntarily. I couldn't even stand the sound of his voice. And the closer he got, the worse I felt. I wanted to keep walking, but somehow I was frozen. It had been so long since I had felt like this. Not since I knew Damian, actually. Part of me probably thought I had gotten over the fear of being around men, but God was that wrong.

"Leave me alone," I croaked weakly.

"Honey, don't be like that. I'd love to work with you. You know I have excellent connections with the boss. Just one word and we can do great work." he said as he now stood very close to me.

Theory took a strand of my hair between his fingers and twirled it. Just like D often did, but the feelings it triggered in me couldn't have been more opposite.

But before I had time to process what was happening and react, the guy was already torn away from me and pushed back against the wall.

"Get your filthy paws off my girl, you bastard! I'll crush you like a bug, you pathetic kiss-ass. She's mine. Is that clear?" growled Damian at him as he grabbed him by the collar. Theory's legs dangled in the air as he stared at D in shock.

My brain began to function again. The first thing I heard was Hazel crying. She was probably scared. Carefully, I lifted her out of the stroller and gently rocked her up and down. Then I put a hand on Damian's shoulder to calm him down. I didn't want him to do anything stupid. I didn't want him to get in trouble.

"D! Damian! Let him go!" I said softly as he turned his gaze on me.

It took several more seconds, but finally he let him down. Immediately I pressed the baby into his arms, because I knew that Hazel's little face would calm him down. I reached out and pushed the stroller as I put my free arm around his middle so we could leave.

"Yes...that's right! You better go.... Let your little bitch protect you." Theory muttered behind us.

This time, however, it was surprisingly me who had had enough. I saw red when I turned around, went back the few steps and faced him. He smirked arrogantly. Until I lashed out with my fist and punched him square in the face.

Immediately Theory held his nose as he stumbled back a few feet.

"You better shut your mouth and stay away from my family! Or I won't hesitate to knock your teeth down your throat personally. Then your selfies won't look so good. And I don't give a shit how far up Mr. McMahon's ass you are. I'm just surprised they don't have to drag you back out by your feet every day. Don't you dare mess with my family. You hear me?" I hissed.

"Miss Fay! Have you lost your mind? Violence against a colleague? I will not tolerate this behavior in my company. You are fired!" said an unmistakable voice that quickly approached.

Deeply shocked, I stared into the cold eyes of the boss and realized that I had really screwed up. But better me than Damian. I was sure about that.

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

Anderperry fanfics where Todd helps Neil practice his lines, and they practice this part of Romeo & Juliet >>>>>>>>

If I profane with my unworthiest hand

This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,

Which mannerly devotion shows in this;

For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,

And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;

They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.

Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.

Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.

Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.

You kiss by the book.

[sukirichi]

a thing or two (m.)

tutor geto has a thing or two to teach you.

cw. oral sex (f and m receiving), lube, unprotected sex, sweet! geto, halloween setting so priest! geto, age gap, slight body worship, fingering, overall romantic sex, kitchen counter sex, dirty talk, lots of kissing, mutual masturbation, intoxication, pwp, unedited as always eep

note. for my right boob @sixeyesgojo​ my first ever geto fic and i hope it’s to your liking...writing this with a frozen arm and numb fingers weeeee, i almost became a geto simp.

Halloween festivals have never felt livelier in the city. People dressed up in various outfits milled about the events place, your drink nearly sloshing on the ground the more they bumped into you. 

Bass and music boosted from the large speakers smack in the middle of the grounds, and everyone danced to their heart’s content, you and your friends a huge inclusion to the crowd.

You don’t really go out to parties that much. Hell, you don’t even drink.

But after numerous encouragements from your friends, you’re now dressed in she-devil skin-tight black dress, black lipstick, and red horns placed on your head. It’s hard not to feel confident and sexy – the kick of the liquor is settling down as well – when you’ve got human eyes, vampiric red eyes, ghoul sclera lenses and even a fucking Cyclops eye turning your way.

You’re excitedly grinding against your friends, the whoops and cheers mixing in with slurred mumbles of the lyrics.

The night is young and so are you. 

This may have been your third or fourth drink, you don’t really know, but probably some way along the second since you’re not really hammered. You’re somewhat sober enough to feel large hands gripping your hips, a protest of not tonight, Dracula about to leave your lips when you come face to face with a face you never thought you would see here.

Clad in a long black cloak, a silver cross hung around his neck, his dark hair in a neat bun and black earrings a perfect completion to the hauntingly stunning look he pulled off, your throat ran dry.

“Sir Geto?”

“Hey, it’s you,” your tutor spoke up with unmasked interest, his curious eyes trailing down your revealing outfit…the way your dress hugged all your curves and how your breasts are practically popping from your top. Geto smirked, “And please, we’re not studying at home, just call me Geto. Surprised to see you here.”

“Well, it’s Halloween, would be a shame if I didn’t go out,” laughing nervously, you found yourself acting out of habit as you twirled a strand of hair to your finger. “I’m surprised to see you here. I thought you’d have work.”

“Nah, the boys and I are free for tonight,” he answered with a grin, nodding to where his friends – a really tall white haired man and a bored blond who looks like he’s ready to leave anytime – dancing and drinking at the corner. Geto must’ve felt your unnecessary prolonged stare at his attractive friends for he’s pulling you closer again, not sexually or even hidden with motives, but because it’s hard to hear each other through the music.

“Hey, do you wanna dance?” Nodding, you waved goodbye to your friends. They didn’t really notice considering they’re way too hammered and occupied dancing with others. Surely, they wouldn’t notice your little escapade.

Geto’s warm hands leads you somewhere out the bar and into the open grounds, where cups are already littered on the grass and people are drunkenly shaking their ass to everything and everyone.

It’s a ridiculous sight that has both you and Geto laughing.

“So…you liking the festival so far?”

“It’s…pretty fun,” you admit and loop your arms around him with ease. Normally, you wouldn’t be doing this. 

He may not be your actual professor or teacher, but he’s still a family friend of your friend who’s been tutoring you for the past semester and is basically the only reason you can endure math. Granted, he’s always been deadly attractive, but you’ve never really been affected by it, not up this close, anyway.

But you’re most definitely closer now, and Geto’s forehead is pressed against yours as he sways you both side to side.

“My first time drinking and I feel so light,” Geto hums at your slightly intoxicated eyes, his grin turning gummy when your curious hands trail up his robes to experimentally grope his pecs.

“First time, huh? We’ll I’ll be here to hold you up if you feel dizzy.”

“Thanks,” you beamed up at him. Geto, albeit being at least seven years older, feels so youthful that you’re not really bothered by the age gap. Again, it could be the alcohol, but he feels so warm, so nice, that you lean back to survey him this time around. “You look great, by the way, though you’re dressed up as…”

Geto rolls his eyes before you can finish.

“I know, the priest costume looks weird, but we found it pretty funny so here I am.”

“No, no, it looks great,” you wave off, your smile freezing on your face when a nostalgic song starts to blast through the speakers. In your head, in your head! “Zombies by the Cranberries. A classic.”

Geto’s hands snake around your waist before they hover over your ass, his eyes mischievous and slanted as he mumbles, “It’s a great song to dance with a perfect little devil with.”

You don’t know who leaned it first.

Not like it mattered, when Geto tasted strongly of strawberry flavored bear and cheesecake. An odd combination, even more so with his spicy cologne, but it only has you pulling you in closer to him.

He’s such a great kisser. Legs turned to jelly, knees weakening and lips locking in rhythm to the beat – it feels like it’s just the two of you in that moment. Geto smiles through the kiss, tongue prodding your lips to open before you’re gasping for air. Your attempt to regain air back to your lungs is cut off when Geto leans closer to slip his tongue inside your mouth, greedily sucking on it until you’re moaning in his arms.

Soon enough, you’re both holding on to each other to the point you might as well be fucking openly.

Geto is cupping your cheeks as he excitedly kisses you, his smiles intoxicating and the bubbling laughter he lets out much like music to your ears.

“Yo, Geto, are you sure about this? She looks like a minor, dude,” one of his friends speak up, and that’s when you see his white haired friend – who has extremely azure eyes that you can’t tell whether it’s contacts or not – crossing his arms on his chest, though his amused smirk said otherwise.

If anything, the guy is only suggestive, wiggling his brows up and down as he puts his fingers into a V shape, his tongue poked out.

You snort at his gestures, and just like how Geto did before, he turns your cheeks towards him again, his gaze feral and wanting. “I assure you,” Geto murmurs over your lips, “She’s not.” Eyes wide and all attention to him the way he wants, Geto’s smirk is cunning before he leans down to capture your lips in another heated kiss.

Stumbling back to his apartment turned out to be a lot more challenging. With the urgent need to relieve each other of this burning in your cores, you and Geto have made out everywhere, hands kneading each other’s skin until you fall awkwardly at his bed.

There’s no time to worry about it though. Not when he’s eagerly unbuttoning his robe, his dark hair messed up and a few strands shielding his eyes that glimmer when you struggle to squeeze out of your dress. He helps you get it off before he hovers over you, knocking your knee with his to make you fall open. You’re left completely vulnerable and naked under his predatory gaze, large hands smoothing over your skin – from your ankle, up to your thighs and the dips in your body, before he settles right above your breasts, nipples hard between his fingers.

“Fuck, you look stunning,” he praises, biting his lip at the same time you drunkenly giggle. “Bet you taste perfect too.”

“Only one way to find out, then.”

“Come here,” Get growls and rips off your panties, your half-hearted protests completely missed in his haze of pleasure. Upon seeing you bare for him, wet and pussy lips glistening, Geto groans deep in his chest. “Such a pretty pussy. Shoulda fucked you a long time ago when we were alone for so many hours,” curling his upper lip, he begins to settle down between your legs, peering up from you under his lashes as he teasingly blows air over your core that has you shivering. “I could’ve taught you so many more things, don’t you think?”

“Careful there, father, wouldn’t want you to sin tonight.”

“Oh no, you don’t get to do that to me tonight, sweetheart,” he laughs evilly, joined by you afterwards at the little teasings. “You’re a little devil and I’m nothing but a mortal man. Of course I’d fall to the consequences of my sinful desires.”

Sitting up with your elbows resting on the mattress, you tug him by his cross, hard. “Here’s your one way ticket to hell then,” you dared, letting your legs spread wider and pushing his head down. Geto inhales sharply when the tip of his nose nudges your clit, drawing out a shuddered moan from you. “Feast for yourself.”

“Hmm, you’re a whole ass fucking meal, baby,” he marveled, giving little teasing bites on your inner thigh that you’re sure would leave a mark. “I’m going to devour you.”

Geto isn’t kidding.

You clearly undermined him, or perhaps you knew all along what he could do and you just wanted to bring out this side for him, because riled up Geto who was excitedly sucking on your clit like a man starved had you seeing stars in the whites of his ceiling.

“Hnggrr, G-Geto, fuck!”

“Yeah, you like that?” he chuckles from your pussy, the vibrations of it sending electricity jolting down deep to your core. Geto begins to trail down, his tongue playfully poking your entrance as slick coats his muscle and cheeks, licking and kissing everywhere that you actually find it hard to keep quiet. Narrowing your eyes at him – and you wished you didn’t, because you’ve never seen a more lewd sight before – you slap your palm over your mouth, the only thing keeping your legs apart the strong grip he had on you. “Don’t be shy, babe. We’ve got the whole place to ourselves tonight. Scream as loud as you want. Let the neighbors hear how good I’m fucking you.”

“Y-you’re so lewd, fuck-” you announce, but the sounds of your squelching being sucked by his eager, unquenched self is even more lewd. “Geto, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Geto just pushes you over the edge, ignoring the way your thighs are shaking and you’re pushing him away once the overstimulation becomes too much to handle. You giggle when he sighs at not being able to eat you out anymore, but his glistening face is a lot more arousing than entertaining. Struggling to catch your breath, Geto smirks at how easily you’ve come undone, groaning as he wipes your juices with his thumb and licking his lips afterwards. He bends forward as he stares at you the whole while, slipping his digit through your mouth in a silent demand for you to taste yourself.

Never pulling away from holding his gaze, you wrap your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue and sucking just hard enough that he absentmindedly humps the air.

“You okay? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“Shut up. You literally ate my soul out,” you stare at the trail of saliva connected to his finger, the image so fucking dirty yet arousing that you begin to clench around nothing. Meanwhile, Geto’s biceps flex as he runs his hand through his hair, and that’s when you see he’s so rock hard that he probably feels uncomfortable. “Do you want me to…?”

“You don’t have to. It’s okay.”

“Seriously, Geto, you’re declining an offer to get your dick sucked?”

“I mean, I’m not against it but-” you shove his boxers down and immediately take him into your mouth, no foreplay at all, and your teeth graze his dick as you do so. Geto’s hips sutter forward in a knee-jerk movement he almost falls down on his bed, but catches him on the last second to not crush you. He ogled at your cock-stuffed mouth and puffy cheeks, his breaths sharp from the pleasure he’s receiving. “Sh-shit, not so fast, baby. I don’t want to cum like this.”

“Hmm.”

Staring up at him innocently, Geto closes his eyes and runs his finger through your locks, slightly bucking his hips deeper into your mouth. Even in his euphoria, Geto is careful to let you go at your own pace, though his self-controls falter a little bit the moment you fondle his balls.

His eyes snap open. Teeth bared and belly flexing, you keep rendering him frozen with how you take him in deeper until his hair is tickling your nose, cheeks sucked in and hollow as you slide his cock along your warm walls. “Oh, fuck, you’re really a fucking devil, right there, yeah,” he hisses, taking a handful of your hair so he could get a better look at you. “Well, who would’ve thought? Always seemingly so innocent. Who knew you could suck dick like this?”

“You like it,” you tease while pumping his shaft up and down and giving kitten licks to the head, where Geto smirks at you.

“Yeah, I love it,” he corrects, his cock twitching on your dainty hands that look so tiny in comparison to his girth. “But no way I’m coming tonight anywhere than your pussy,” Geto pushes you back down on the bed where he showers you with heated kisses, wrists pinned under his grip and hickeys left everywhere on your neck. His sticky fingers trail down your skin to finger you, the sensation too much, too good, too wrong, and that thought alone that’s been drumming into you as the intoxication fades away make you both pause.

“I-I…”

“It’s okay, just relax,” he reassures, withdrawing his fingers that can’t get past your pussy that has now tightened the minute he touched you down there. Geto sends you another approving glance before he pumps his shaft and up down, aligning it with your entrance and kissing you flat on the lips the whole time. “I’ll put it in, okay? Tell me if anything hurts.”

“Hey, hey. Breathe,” he cups your cheek while looking deep into your eyes, though that slight pinch on his forehead let you know he experienced the same discomfort.

Geto must’ve realized both of you aren’t getting anywhere tonight because soon, he’s falling back to this side, eyeing your pussy with longing and lust before his arm lands over his face.  “Well… Maybe not tonight.”

“Geto,” you begin, turning on your side in hopes of easing the pained frown on his face. “I’m so sorry…”

“Hey, it’s fine, really, don’t worry about it,” he blinks at you and rests back on the pillows, his hand already wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock where the tip is leaking. “Let me just relieve myself. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.”

You don’t know what you’re expecting, but definitely not for him to jack off right beside you. You watch; perplexed, awed, undeniably aroused as he holds your gaze, his jaw clenched and accentuating his sharp features more from the movement. Geto is absolutely shameless as he fucks his own fist that is cum-stained, beads of white pre-cum coating his incredibly thick shaft with thick veins.

It’s so wrong yet so fucking hot that you can’t help but do the same.

Sneaking your fingers down to your kitty, you rub your clit and bite your lip, pleasuring yourself the same way he does. Geto exhales in wonder from watching you masturbate, his muscles ripping and arm so buff, you wonder why he hasn’t folded you in half yet.

Oh right, you’re too anxious to ever have his dick inside you, yet you’re shamelessly rubbing circles in your clit. Spreading your pussy lips open, you slide your fingers down and collect your juices, gasping right beside Geto who’s angrily pumping his dick.

Geto suddenly leans back on his calves to stare at your pussy and jacks off, catching some cum from your pussy lips which makes you giggle in surprise, but he comes back to fisting himself. The eroticism of your actions pushed you both to the edge until the both of you came, his dick softening and his cum shooting all over your thighs.

“God, you’re so sexy, I could stare at you all day.”

“That was…”

“Yeah,” he breathes out in stuttered chuckles, throwing a leg over the bed as he stands to hs full naked, cum-stained glory. “Hey, I’ll clean you up. Do you want something to drink or eat? A glass of water, maybe?”

“That sounds great.”

Geto comes back with a shirt of a rock festival and wipes his cum from your stomach, then folds it to wipe your arousal off. He helps you settle inside his oversized shirt that is warm, comfortable, and smells so faintly of him that the exhaustion of tonight’s events is rapidly coming to you.

“Come here. It’s pretty cold tonight,” You gladly cuddle with him, your head laid on top of his buff arm while his free one is wrapped around you.“How’s your studies going? Do you understand math a little better now?”

Despite his innocent queries, his actions are everything but.

His hands are trailing up to slowly to stroke your nipples. Geto thumbs at the hardened peaks before he softly squeezes your breast, letting his hand repeatedly graze over your sensitive nipples as if it’s second nature to him. It turns you on so bad, but you’re exhausted and you’re rubbing your thighs together, sighing and quietly moaning every now and then.

“A-a little, I guess,” you answer, a little bit distracted. He’s modest and no longer aroused (judging from his state inside his boxers), so you try not to start something you’re not prepared to finish. “Hey, Geto, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you more of an ass or boobs person?”

Geto handles the question with ease. “As long as the proportions are right, I like both, and I like yours,” he grins, cupping your boobs in his hand as if to prove a point. Then, he tugs your (his) shirt up just enough to reveal the erect nipples, his eyes narrowed before he sucks lightly on the sides. You gasp at his ministrations but voice no complaints, and neither does he when your nails dig into his arm. “Yours are so beautiful.”

“Flatterer,” you playfully punch his chest, but Geto only chuckles and brings you closer to his chest, his lips warm on top of your forehead. “I’m pretty sleepy…”

“Then sleep. I’ll still be here tomorrow, don’t worry. You’re free to stay as long as you like.”

The next day, Geto is already gone from the room. You’re not worried because one) this is a one night stand with your hot tutor, you’re not supposed to be attached, and two) the smell of pancakes wafting from the slight crack of his door is very much present.

Stretching your arms out, you pad to where Geto is busy flipping pancakes. He’s already dressed comfortably in a white shirt and dark sweats, turning around to smile at you at the sound of your footsteps. “There’s a naked girl in my room? Wow.”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen everything last night.”

Geto doesn’t need to gesture you to come closer to him, you’re already too pulled in by his presence that you’re wrapping an arm around his neck while he kisses you flat on the lips.

“Doesn’t mean I get tired of it,” he teases, lips lingering above yours before he drifts down the crook your neck, voice deep and husky as he greets, “’Morning. Can you pass me the syrup?”

Nodding, you bend over the counter. The syrup is located in the bottom of the pantry and you’re halfway to opening the glass panels when you hear Geto shut off the stove. His hands come to grip on your hips as he grinds his hard cock on your exposed bottom, his lips hovering over your ear. “On second thought…I think I’ll have my meal a little differently.”

“G-Geto.”

“I bought lube while you were asleep. Maybe it’ll make you loosen a little bit?” Geto touches you down there, his eyes glimmering with mischief once he witnesses for himself your state. “You’re already wet babe,” he announces, proudly presenting his wet fingers right before your eyes. “Wait for me.”

Nervously, you fix your shirt and hair as Geto runs to the living room where he pulls out a bottle of lube and discards his shirt somewhere. He wastes no time in lifting you up to the counter where dives between your legs, and you’re tugging at his hair as his tongue eagerly licks your wetness.

“Geto, ah, stop playing around!”

“Wasn’t planning on it, babe, I’m a little impatient,” Geto stands up again to kiss you for a quick second before he grabs the lube and spreads it all over his cock, his fingers experimentally prying your hole open to see if you could take it.

Once his digit slides in with ease, you moan the same time he grins wickedly.

You think he’ll go straight for it but Geto takes his time with you, making sure you’re properly stretched open before he splits you in his half with his cock. He’s really thick, after all, and your tight little cunt needs to adjust well to make sure you enjoy it rather than be in pain. Once satisfied, you pull Geto by the collar and wrap one leg around his waist to bring him closer, gasping when his tip slides between your pussy lips.

Both of you are too lost in a daze of lust to be able to speak properly. One nod from you is all he needs before he’s slipping inside your warm walls, his head falling into the juncture of your neck where he keeps grunting on how good you feel around him.

You can’t help but scratch down his back the deeper he drives his hips, the mere movement of his cock sliding against the bumpy drags of your tissues making you fall apart.

Not a minute later, your shirt is bunched up under your breasts, free for Geto to suck on while he fucks the living daylights out of you. His knuckles turn white from how hard he’s gripping the counter, another hand planted right under your knee to keep your leg spread open for him. You’re moaning openly under him, strings of fuck yeah right there and shit, Geto, you feel so good filling in the early morning air that would’ve been innocent if there weren’t such loud sounds of skin slapping against skin mixing with the chirping birds.

You squeeze Geto’s ass as he plants himself deeper inside you, setting a pace that is both mind-numbing and exhilarating.

It’s hard to believe that just days ago, you’re in the exact same place sharing waffles with him, only you’re studying math and he’s wearing glasses; professional, formal, polite – the exact opposite of the sinful things he’s doing to you right now.

Geto’s grunts are almost choked in your ear as you come hard, walls convulsing and spasming around his thick length.

He immediately pulls out his hard cock to come all over your thighs instead, watching the way your hole clenches around nothing while his slippery dick is smeared and repeatedly slapping your inner thighs. You keep gasping as you ride out your orgasm, thighs burning from the uncomfortable stretch of having one leg propped by him and the other heel planted on the counters. Geto’s moans are deep, sinful, and inherently masculine the whole while he shoots his deep all over you, creating a mess both on the counter and on your skin.

It takes a while before you both regain your breath and composure, with Geto awkwardly pulling his pants up as he laughs along with you. “So…breakfast?”

“Yeah,” you giggled, “I’m famished.”

Safe to say, that morning was spent with not much enough breakfast, but definitely lots of kissing and even more fucking around. Everything Geto said the first time you met him had been proven true – he did have a thing or two to teach you.

[theaveragepsychoticbitch]

i know you already did one Poseidon so it’s totally okay if it’s rejected but toying with hair + Poseidon please? 🥺

No worries, this event takes multiple prompts for the same characters! (Sorry this took so long I forgot about it)

Gn reader and small warning for insecure thoughts? Idk what to call it

King of the Seas. God of Gods. The Biggest Asshole You've Ever Met. He was one with many names, but you, only you, knew him as....

Poseidon.

That evening, it was his name that bounced around in your head. Sitting on this lush, oversized chair, staring at the ceiling as thoughts of your lover plagued you, kicking your legs and twirling your hair between your fingers.... You looked so in love.

It was ridiculous, really, how who was probably the most boring and expressionless man on earth had you shy and giggling like you were still in highschool, crushing on a guy that smiled at you once.

Except, Poseidon hadn't smiled at you at all. But you didn't mind, of course; you never minded when he failed to express his true feelings, because (way) deep down, you knew he was practically shaking with love for you. Way, way deep down.

And that's when doubt claimed you.

You're delusional, it said. If he really loved you, he'd at least try to show it.

You shook your head to clear the thoughts, standing up to pace when it didn't work.

He killed his own brother in cold blood, remember? You really think a lowlife like you could ever be loved by him?

"Stop it. He loves me. Why else would he let me hang around him like I do, no one else?" You said aloud, voice trembling.

You're entertainment. That's all. He doesn't love you, could never love you. Matter of fact, he hates-

"[Name]?"

You couldn't be more greatful to hear his voice. As you were tugged from your thoughts however, elation soon gave way to nervousness and insecurity. You know he felt some type of way about you- you'd be dead for speaking to him the way you did otherwise. But now that you think about it...

Who said it was love other than you?

He'd never said "I love you" before- not once. The closeness was there. Somewhat so, at least. And the affection... Also somewhat so. He actually listened when you talked, and that was something huge.

But love is such a complicated thing.

A hand on your face, gentle despite the person it was attached to. "You dare ignore me, insolent human?"

You shove the feelings down, knowing they'll be back soon. For the time being you lean into his touch, a soft smile spreading across your face. "Forgive me for my disrespect, Oh Mighty One. How ever shall I make up it up to you?" You broke into giggles as he rolled his eyes and dropped his hand, muttering something about a "loose tongue."

You followed him back to the chair, settling in his lap and getting comfortable. In your matching bath robes, everything seemed perfect. You were with him, he was with you, and there wasn't a thing in the world that could change that.

You stared at him, feelings you only just buried rising to the surface. A deep sadness swirled in your eyes, accompanied by a longing for... What? What did you want?

You reached up and twirled your finger around a lock of his hair.

He stared in turn, watching you absentmindedly play with the strands. Poseidon wasn't sure what this feeling in his chest was. All he knew was that this small, seemingly insignificant action told him everything he needed to know, including what the right words are.

His mouth seemed to move on its own.

"Of course I love you."

The words fell off his tongue and time froze. Birda stopped chirping and the winds stopped blowing, the stars themselves stopped their twinkling... The world paused as the God of Gods, known for his stoicism even when with his lover, confessed his feelings.

And as the world resumed, you broke into a large, teary smile.

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A/N: Extra long for the extra long wait lmfao. However, the final request of the event has now been put out! I have a regular request to finish then I'll be riding my own wave for a while. Anyways, this ain't proofread so tell me about my mistakes, comments are appreciated and encouraged, thank you and have a good night! 🌃

[fieldofdaisiies]

Gwynriel | Toe-to-Toe

type: drabble warnings: none word count: 708

Ay, my first Gwynriel piece. I hope you like it. For a long time I wasn’t fully on board with this ship but for me it makes so much sense that it will happen, so I just wanted to write about them. Please let me know what you think as I am always trying to improve my writing.

*all rights reserved*

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"Are you suggesting you want to go toe-to-toe with me, priestess?“ Azriel grinned, slowly getting up from where he had been sitzing on a lounger. When standing the Spymaster straightened to his full height and sauntered towards an equally grinning Gwyn. "That is exactly what I am suggesting. Unless you are scared, of course?“

Gwyn‘s brow kicked up in a taunting way and Azriel found himself beyond words. Damp tendrils of hair curled around her sweaty face, but still she was utterly beautiful. Azriel hummed lowly and dipped his chin. "Well, then it is you and I. Toe-to-toe.“

Cassian whistled behind the two lovebirds, Nesta sniggering in addition. Azriel followed Gwyn onto the pitch, she tossed a strand of copper hair over her shoulder and met his gaze. Warm hazel clashed with teal and locked. Then both once again grinned, obviously oblivious to the attraction of the other person.

Both of them picked up a wooden sword and faced their opponent with the promise of winning written all over their faces.

Eyes glowing brightly, their gazes stayed locked. “What are you waiting for?“ Azriel asked, taunting lacing his voice.

“For you to make the first move!" Gwyn said, twirling the sword around in her hand, before holding it tightly in front of her body. Her uttering was actually meant in more than one way…

Azriel chuckled, raising his brows one time and made a step forward. The priestess did too. For quite some time they were circling each other, taunting and teasing. Hunter and prey, only that both of them were the hunter in this game.

Azriel thought he had to be funny, he moved quicker than Gwyn could think, tossing the sword out her hand with his. She staggered, he grabbed her wrists in one of his large, scarred hands, turning her around and pressing her back to his chest, the sword he held to Gwyn‘s throat. “Looks like you lost! Next time consider who you want to challenge for a one-on-one combat, Gwyneth,“ he whispered into the priestess‘ pointed ear. His breath was hot against her skin. Gwyn shuddered, damp heat pooling in her very core. She knew Azriel would notice the change in her scent but she would not give him this win.

"You wish, Shadowsinger.“ Quickly and without further ado she flicked her wrist in the same second she stepped onto his toes. Azriel let go of her wrists and she rammed her elbow back into his abdomen to which Azriel cringed. Now she swirled around, with a grace and swiftness that was beyond the Shadowsinger. She made his sword fly over the whole pitch with a kick of her foot.

As Azriel was anyways gone and when her wicked gaze met his he did not notice how Gwyn grabbed his wrists, pulled him closer, and swirled him around. His back slammed against her chest, wings flaring and spreading wide. Gwyn‘s only thought in that moment was 'Wingspan' and she giggled. She held his back to her chest, Azriel was so taken by surprise that he did not react at all and then the priestess linked her foot with his right leg, pulling back sharply to which the tough Spymaster dropped onto the ground, her falling with him. She dropped down onto his back, wings spreading once again and Gwyn landing right between them. Azriel groaned loudly.

Gwyn blew strands of hair out of her face before using the position they were currently in to lean closer to his ear. She breathed some hot air against his ear and neck, still holding his hands in place between their bodies. “I should have warned you that I do not lose, Shadowsinger!“ She giggled before letting go off his hands and jumping back to her legs.

Heat and colour filled her cheeks when her gaze met Azriel‘s once again when he had rolled over. He wore a smirk, admiration and something like a tint of lust lacing his features. Gwyn extended her hand to help him get up. Azriel let out a soft laugh, his eyes flickering while he grabbed her hand and she pulled him up.

"Well, done, priestess. Be ready in an hour, I am taking you out to Rita‘s. Drinks on me.“ He added a wink to his uttering, strutting out of the pitch and leaving a gasping but grinning Gwyn behind.

[parkers-gal]

start searching P.P.

(not my gif)

just a nice, first makeout session with our best boy, peter :)

wc: 2.6k <3

A study session for decathlon turned into six teenagers playing a ridiculous game of confessions. You’d started off strong, going through notes and flashcards and books for the upcoming meet, but after a good hour and a half, MJ had nudged all academic-related supplies out of the way, shoving them to join the floor with the living room rug.

After Peter had gone into the kitchen to get some sodas, Flash had decided on playing truth or dare. When he nearly broke Peter’s front door, Betty had suggested just making it “truth or truth.”

“That’s not even a thing.” MJ plays with the neck of the soda bottle, fingers moving around it sensually.

“It is too!” Betty defends her suggestion. “The girls play it all the time during gym.”

“Is that what you’re always doing?” Ned’s shameless with his question. Betty nods, turning to you and Peter for approval. Peter shrugs, unknowing of his answer, and you nod meekly.

After a measly confession of old crushes and cheated tests, the topic of Flash and his many girlfriends comes up, which lead to deeply over-personal confessions about his sex life. MJ snortled at the heteronormativity, sharing her experiences with a girl from his party a few months ago.

“A real question for the guys, though.” Betty doesn’t falter with her follow up questions. “What’s your favorite thing to do to a girl?”

“During.. It? Like- like it-it?” Peter wheezes out his question, nervousness rushing through him.

“Not necessarily. I mean, just during a makeout session or something.”

Flash hums in thought, and when Ned does the same thing, Peter rolls his eyes.

“You’re not actually going to answer that, are you?”

“Damn right I am.” Flash surprises Peter, and though he’s red in embarrassment, Peter rolls his eyes again with a mumbled “whatever.”

“I’d say… maybe just neck kisses. Boobs are great too, though.” Flash concludes his confession with a proud smirk, and Betty buzzes at the response.

“Boobs are great, though.” MJ agrees with him absentmindedly. “I love me some neck kisses, though.”

You look away from the group, catching Peter’s eyes for only a moment before you look the other way again. MJ catches the entire encounter, turning the conversation to you.

“Y/N/N,” She nods her head at you. “Neck kisses or regular kisses?”

“I’ve never gotten neck kisses before,” You hide the disappointment in your voice as best you can. “So I really have nothing to compare regular kisses to. Any kisses are great, though.”

Flash’s brows furrow, and before MJ can stop him, he asks a follow up question. “Aren’t you like… dating Parker?” He motions toward the wall-crawler sitting beside you, and MJ physically slaps her forehead.

“Shut up, dingbat.”

His eyes widen. “You two haven’t even made out yet?!”

“Shut up, Flash!” Betty tries to whisper-yell it while slapping his leg. The boy holds his hands up defensively, shrugging his shoulders.

“Just seems a little weird, especially when Peter’s a little horny ball of excitement.”

“Excuse me?” Peter gasps dramatically. “I am not a ball of horniness.” Flash tilts his head, eyebrow raising while he sends him a side eye. Peter huffs. “I’m not! MJ, back me up here!”

“No can do, Parker.” She shrugs, and Flash yells out a loud “HA!”

“Whatever.” Peter replies, face burning with a bright blush. You chuckle, grabbing his hand to play with his fingers.

When the game goes on, you get up to grab a few snacks from the kitchen, and MJ follows you into the room, jumping at the opportunity to question you about earlier. Neither of you notice Peter, who’s listening from a crevice with empty soda bottles in his hands.

“You’ve never even made out with him? Don’t you want to?”

You feel yourself burning up at the intensity of the questions. “Of course I do! We just haven’t… I don’t know? It’ll happen, I guess. I’m staying the night so maybe something’ll happen later.”

She nods along, and the two of you continue conversing about other things. Peter’s face is as hot as the sun, and though he tries to contain it, he can’t do anything but allow himself to blush.

When two minutes go by, he turns the corner and enters the kitchen, setting the empty bottles in the recycling bin.

“Hey, babe, MJ.” He sends each of you a nod before directing his attention to you. “Are you cool if we… pack up a little early today? I’m exhausted.”

You nod understandingly, getting ready to clean up and put everything away. When Peter leaves the room, MJ finally lets out an exasperated breath.

“Y/N!”

“What?!” You turn to her, slightly frightened.

“He totally heard us!”

“What?”

“He wants us to leave early! What do you think he’s going to do when he gets you alone, hm?” She raises her brows, and you roll your eyes.

“He said he was tired.”

“No, he said he wanted everyone to leave because he’s tired.”

“And the difference is?” You shut the sink off, scrubbing a glass and rinsing it before handing it to MJ for drying.

“He may be tired of us, but he won’t be tired of you.”

“That’s a stretch.”

“Sure it is.” She sets the final plate into the cupboard before drying her hands. You do the same, grabbing a paper towel before standing upright, eyes on MJ. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You nod, leaning in for a hug. It lasts momentarily, and then she’s leaving the kitchen. You wave goodbye as Betty and Ned leave through the front door, hands intertwined. You send Flash your last smile while he takes a bag of doritos with him.

MJ is deep into conversation with Peter, and you don’t think anything of it while you put the food away.

“Did you only kick us out because you want to make out with Y/N?”

“Wh-what? No!” He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, assuring her otherwise. She sends him a look, and he huffs, giving in. “Fine, yes I did. But she doesn’t know, right?” MJ smirks, shaking her head. “Not a clue.”

Peter lets out a cute “phew,” and MJ rolls her eyes one final time before grabbing her coat.

“Don’t be too much of a horny ball, though.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

As the front door finally closes, Peter joins you in the kitchen. You’re cleaning the counter, and when he wraps his arms around you from behind, you hum in approval. He’s warm, and you melt into him.

“Hey there.”

“Hi.” He’s mumbling into your back with a soft smile.

“Whaddya wanna do now?”

You turn around in his grasp, hugging him back while you peer up into his eyes. He nibbles on his lip nervously, not sure how to respond to your question with the answer he’s thinking of.

“Hello?” You giggle, waving a hand up. “I said what do you want to…” It’s only then that you realize how close his face is to yours, lips mere inches away. You glance down at them for a moment, something Peter takes note of. “Do?” You finish your sentence with a shaky exhale. You’re grateful you brushed your teeth after eating. Peter’s glad he did, too.

“I want you to…” He plays with a strand of your hair, twirling it softly. You hear him swallow thickly, and it makes you do the same. “To teach me how to… make out.”

Your eyes widen, and you bite your bottom lip to suppress any smiles and sheepish smirks. “Yeah? What makes you think I’m a good teacher for that?”

It’s his turn to bite his lip, but he doesn’t do a very good job at not smiling, because his smirking face is centimeters away from yours.

“Just my gut feeling.”

You blink, eyes darting around the room. You realize you’re still in the kitchen, a place entirely unfit for the occasion. “Bedroom?”

His eyes widen at the sudden suggestion, and you’re quick to roll your eyes. “Keep it in your pants, Parker. You know what I meant.”

He smiles sheepishly again, scratching his neck while he nods. He offers you a hand, and when you intertwine your fingers, he’s smiling again, pulling you quickly into the safety of his room.

Eventually, the two of you get ready to sleep before sitting across from each other on the mattress. Peter is nervously fiddling with his fingers, tugging on the ends of his navy blue Midtown High hoodie. You’re seated calmly across from him, but inside you’re burning up out of anxiousness for what’s about to come. You have no idea what you’re going to do or say, but you have a few ideas in mind.

“What… what’s first?”

“Your hands.” You point to them as if he doesn’t know they’re his own. You swallow before continuing. “You can put them… in my hair,” You demonstrate, hands guiding him. “Holding my face,” You nuzzle into his grasp,“On my waist,” they move again, “My hips. My back.” his fingers run along your spine, the action causing goosebumps to rise.

“And what about…” Peter swallows again, tongue darting out to lick his lips, wetting them. “What about my lips?”

You scoot closer to him. “Against mine,” You whisper it with how close you are to the brunette. He breathes in, holding his breath while biting his lip again. His hands stay on your waist. “And then… and then you can move to my jaw, and my neck, and my collarbones. And you can… you can kiss and…” With the proximity between you and Peter, you’re holding your breath. He’s waiting for you to finish so he can start the hands-on part, but he takes the opportunity to speak instead.

“And… and hickeys? Am I allowed to mark you like that?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay.” His words are soft and gentle, but the context of them makes you hot with anticipation. His next words capture your breath. “Can I kiss you?”

“Mhm.”

When his lips first make contact with yours, it’s awkward and tense. You can feel the nervousness oozing out of the both of you, but after a few moments and some scarce giggling, you loosen up. Peter gets comfortable too — hands reaching out for your skin while your lips move feverishly. He’s growing restless, and after a few moments, he pulls you closer, only breaking apart momentarily to bring you onto his lap. With his super strength, the task seems simple and easy, but you laugh nonetheless.

His fingers are calloused when compared to your soft and supple skin. They’re rough yet tender, touching you gently but needily. His hair is arranged messily, curls strewn about while your fingers distractedly tug and twist the strands. Peter emits small noises, huffs and gruffs, and you exhale shakily, out of breath.

He sends you a messy grin, face flushed and hair jumbled. Within seconds, his lips are back on yours. He leans in hesitantly, almost as if he’s asking for permission, and when you nod, he smiles against your lips, filling the gap.

You adjust as your lips continue their love fest, and suddenly, you’re straddling him. His hands are low on your back, fingers moving delicately. When your fingers move to his hair, pulling and tugging, his lips move away from yours and down to your neck and jawline. He moans against you, the vibrations sending tingles through your spine and core.

“Who taught Peter Parker how to kiss so well?” You suck in a breath as his lips find your sweet spot for the first time. You feel his lips curve into a smile, shy yet cheeky, and he chuckles.

“You.”

You exhale shakily, head tilted up while you smile. “Was it me who corrupted the innocent Peter Parker?”

He hums, lips detaching from your neck to peer at you. You exhale again, eyes connecting with his. He grins again, and your face flushes as you realize his hair is an absolute mess.

“You gave me so many reasons to switch.” He breathes out his words, slurring them together while his lips urge to connect with your skin again. They find your sweet spot easily, as if it’s second nature, and they suck a hickey into your skin. His tongue peaks out from his mouth, licking over the freshly nipped skin. You suck in another breath, unprepared and unexpected for the feeling of it.

Eventually, his lips move away from your special spot. They trail further down your neck, sucking in hickeys and nipping and kissing the skin. Your fingers move from his hair to his shoulders, gripping him with every kiss. Your eyes are closed in bliss, and when Peter looks up for a moment, he smirks to himself, admiring your state of bliss.

“Reasons to switch to what?” He hums against you, pulling away again. “Maybe not to switch but... just to unleash the beast.”

You giggle, eyebrows raising slightly. “Is that so?”

“Mhm.”

“And… this so-called ‘beast’... what makes him so beastly?”

Peter bites on his bottom lip, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by you. You don’t mention anything, though, merely sucking in a breath and waiting for his response.

“He’s… dirtier.” “Dirtier?” You giggle again. “You sound like a schoolgirl.” “It’s true!” He huffs. “He’s dirtier and kinkier and sexier.”

“Is that so?”

“I seem to think you believed that, too.” His lips hover over a spot on your neck, breath warm as he exhales against you. You know what he’s doing, and as you exhale shakily, you nod your head.

“We’ll see about this beast of yours.”

He hums again, lips continuing their journey against your skin. He’s warm and encapsulating against you, lips wet and slick. You lick your lips, head tilting downwards after a few moments. Peter peers up again, hand moving up your spine sensually. You inhale again, biting your bottom lip while you connect your lips again. He kisses back immediately, grinning against you.

The two of you get lost in the kiss, and his hands move low on your back again. Yours take home on his chest, fingers toying with the strings of his hoodie. He’s snug, sitting right under your touch, and you long to feel his skin. You huff, tugging at the hem of his sweatshirt. He grins again, pulling it off and throwing it mindlessly to a corner of his room.

“Don’t get fussy on me.” You can hear the grin on his face. His biceps come into your view, and your fingers immediately wrap around them, squeezing sensually. It’s Peter’s turn to suck in a breath, taken aback.

Your plush lips find his neck for the first time, and suddenly the roles have reversed. You’re hesitant at first, lips discovering his golden skin, testing the waters. When you come across a particular spot that makes him gasp, you smirk and suck a hickey into the skin. You’ve found his sweet spot, and now you’re endlessly nibbling its skin.

A few moments go by and eventually your lips move on, tongue darting out to lick at the spots you’ve sucked purple marks into. Peter’s holding his breath as you do so, flustered and breathless. You smirk again.

“Doesn’t seem very beastly to me.”

He huffs, peering at you whilst you chuckle. “He’s in there.”

“You’re gonna make me find him?”

Peter shrugs from within your grasp, and the two of you burst out into laughter.

“Still wanna find the beast?” Peter’s hopeful after a few moments of separation from your lips. You roll your eyes but nod anyways.

“‘M not gonna stop until I find him.” You mumble your words against his lips, eyes darting back and forth between his eyes and his mouth. He tongue plays with his sharpest tooth, and then his lips are back against yours again.

“Then start searching.”

[zv5x]

idea i have for yan!senpai. him but with a hikikomori s/o whos very shy

Okay, I have no idea what took me so long to get to this but I absolutely love this idea. Having a character as extroverted and as charismatic as Sen with an s/o who you could consider hikikonori is an interesting idea enough, so I'm definitely gonna enjoy adding the yandere trope into it teehee. Thank you for your request, Anon! Feel free to request anything else you want me to do any time! Hope you enjoy this!

(Might do a part two to this later, idk😌)

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You were quite the anomaly, weren't you?

To the rest of the school you were, at least.

You were the cutest thing, really, but agonizingly shy. Your voice was so soft and beautiful to listen to, but to bad he barely ever got to hear it. The girls, his followers, they picked on you. They saw your shyness as a sign of weakness that they jumped at the opportunity to exploit it, and it made him sick to his stomach.

Everyday he tried lecturing them about the basics, right as they gathered towards him at the beginning of the day : bullying is bad, it's okay to be shy, and not hanging onto his backpack every second of the day doesn't make someone a subhuman. You know, the usual things teachers would tell younger students at painfully long assemblies and lectures. But they never seemed to listen.

They always had those excuses that made Sen want to grip them up by their throats, face almost blue with rage and a desire for revenge. But he never did. It wouldn't be very Senpai-like to do that in the public eye now would it?

Speaking of "not very Senpai-like" actions, it was about lunchtime, which meant it was time for his favorite part of the day. His legs wobbled in anticipation as he carried himself to his destination, the air feeling cleaner than it usually did. Maybe that was a sign, he wasn't sure. What he was sure of however, is that you would be sitting in your usual spot for lunch period, like you did every other day. It's not like anyone else accompanied you to lunch, so he understands why you're all alone. Sometimes it's better to just accept isolation than to force yourself to into the presence of people who could never appreciate you. It's nothing to feel bad about. If Sen himself were in your position, he wouldn't do anything but the same.

Seeing you sitting under that same cherry tree made his heart flutter. The falling petals perfectly complemented every part of you, it was as if this was some scene in a cheesy romance visual novel. Humming to himself, he fixed his loose tie and called out to you by your name. You instantly looked up, a cute look of surprise on your face, and your eyes instantly widened upon seeing who was calling to you.

"S-Senpai?" Your voice quivered, and he only giggled to himself as he made his way to your seat.

"May I sit here?" He asked in a soft tone, smiling. It was a sweet smile, an alluring one, and you felt as if you had no choice than to nod your head.

In all honesty, Senpai was just about the last person you would expect to be sitting next to you right now. Pretty, popular, extroverted, adored. He had every last trait you felt would make up a person that would spit on your image without a shread of hesitation. You were intimidated by him, especially considering every single person who seemed to want to bother you was one of his hopelessly devoted followers. He didn't have a reason to be sitting next to you right now. Did he pity you? Was he bored? You didn't know for sure, and you couldn't tell if that intrigued you or scared you even further.

"So, (Y/N), I was thinking..." Sen twirled a strand of his hair around on his finger, drawing out the sound of his words cutely. You popped right back to the moment, looking at him and awaiting his next words. "How about you come to my house after school?" He looked at you and smiled, tilting his head. You froze. Senpai's house? After school? Today? It just didn't make any sense to you.

However, your shoulders dropped as you realized you wouldn't be able to take the opportunity. You had plans with a close friend, an extremely close one, and you didn't want to let them down. After all, you were sure they hated Senpai. They'd be especially angry if you ditched them for him.

"I'm sorry, Senpai, I can't..." You sighed, and looked away just as Senpai's face dropped and his eyes widened. In the future, Sen would be decently proud you missed that.

"Can't...can't come? W-why?"

Senpai felt his heart shatter right in his chest. This couldn't be. You couldn't come? Why not? It doesn't make any sense to him! He had everything planned out perfectly. This day was supposed to be perfect! He takes you home, he confesses to you, you tell him you love him too, you kiss and hold each other and spend the rest of the day together, he had everything planned! Why were you trying to ruin that for him? How could you be so selfish? He had to know your reason, though. Perhaps it was important, perhaps it would be something he could wrap his pretty head around, and then everything would go right back on track after the two of you settled on a reschedule date.

"Well, why not, if I may ask?" Senpai questioned, pulling himself together enough to sound sophisticated once more. You smiled at him weakly.

"A good friend already made plans with me after school...." You tapped your chin with your finger, as Senpai felt his entire body go numb. Someone...else? A friend? No. That couldn't be right. You were a liar. Sen watched you intensively for the past few months. He didn't see anyone close enough to you on school grounds to be able to make a plan with you.

"W-well, it will only be for a bit! Please, I assure you I won't take up too much of your time!" Senpai pleaded, finding himself placing both of his hands onto a single one of your own, his throat beginning to tighten from his agonizing feeling of helplessness. You looked up at him, saw the desperateness that shone in his eyes, and sighed.

Maybe an hour with him wouldn't hurt.

"Alright Sen, I-I think I can make out some time with you. Just, meet me at the gate, alright?" Senpai after you finished your instructions nodded quickly, happy to have convinced you.

Soon, the sound of the end of period bell rang, and the two of you got up, Senpai doing so a little bit quicker than anyone usually would. He smiled at you one more time, patting you on the head and bidding you farewell, and he left before you could give him a response back.

Senpai was glad he was able to convince you, and he was even gladder that he was so quick to figure out a plan for your meeting.

The sedative was packed nicely in his pocket, the syringe he was planning on using was wrapped neatly in the other. He was planning on only using those if completely warrented. For example, if you demanded him to let you leave. But, now he sees that the scum of the world are already kicking down your door and demanding your time. He's not the only one who wants you anymore, and that fact alone makes Senpai's blood boil. You're his. You belong to him. He thought the shyness you had was a plus, but now he sees you're falling victim to bleeding-heart worms who only wish to be with you for pity reasons. It made him sick.

You deserve better.

And by the time this day is done, he's going to finally be able to give you better.