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[xelmokidx]

hii!! i really adore your content and i was wondering if you’d make a tom version of the thick!reader fic you did? it makes me feel so much better about my body type, especially picturing an accurate description of my body in a th imagine (it’s free therapy fr) <33 you’re so brilliant and im really happy you take the time to write for us <3

Aww, thank you for reading content and sure I can! Your body type is beautiful, don't feel bad about it! I'm glad to give the therapy I lacked (and still lack) to you! Thank you for the compliments and I hope you enjoy!

Tom Kaulitz x Thick Reader

The literal definition of "crush my head between your thighs"

Hand on your thigh

AT ALL TIMES

never matters when, where, how

He don't give a shit

Lots of pictures of him with a smirk on his face as you look ready to slap him

Wanna know why?

He's copping a feel of your boob, his hand is just holding the side of it all proud in the pictures

He will take any chance to touch you

A proud boyfriend per se

Does not care who the hell sees him

Will gladly have a fucking make out session

If you're in the band, he probably will grab your ass on stage if your cool with that

Type of asshole to smack your ass a bit when you bend down

Tell him to stop and he will

But if you don't?

Be ready

He would love any body type you have

His head is gonna be buried in your boobs most of the time anyway 

Or when your laying down on your stomach his head is probably on your ass

Or if you're laying on your side his head is on your hip

Will bite your stomach at any given time

If you wear crop tops, bikinis, short skirts, tight shirts or any tight clothing

Bitch turns almost into a full on dog in love

It's stupidly funny

Arms around your waist almost in every picture anyone has of y'all

Mostly has his hand in your back also or around the shoulder

Like Bill if you give gifts randomly, he will feel a bit guilty

But he will be happy and feel a little spoiled

He'll get you a gift in return as soon as possible

Physical touch is obviously a given

So if you hug him, touch him, kiss him or anything, he is in heaven

A literal goddess from above has blessed him

He ain't holding back mf

You ever feel insecure?

Boy feels offended FOR YOU

Doesn't let you talk bad about yourself

"Huh? The fuck do you mean?! Uh- you're complaining that you look fucking hot?!" 

Bro is gobsmacked

Once he froze because you touched him and he didn't know it was you

Almost died but was happy when he turned to see you

When he first saw you he had to do a double take

"I want that one."

Followed you around like a puppy trying to get his shot

It was so funny seeing pictures of it after

Sit on his lap to make him happy

Will be insulted if you don't put your full weight onto him

Will hug you around your waist so you have no choice but too

Is in heaven smiling with his head over your shoulder

Bro is in MY version of heaven

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tons of hcs about dating/friendship tokio hotel - imagine your dating whoever you want to date :)

• georg goes to the gym a lot and gets all cocky when he notices you watching him doing push ups on the hotel floor.

• gustav licks your face like a dog when your mad at him to make you laugh.

• bill posts myspace pictures 24/7 and constantly takes pictures of you.

• bill takes you shopping all the time and loves buying you new clothes.

• tom does the same except he also gets you lingerie.

• tom makes you breakfast sandwiches in the morning and brings you breakfast in bed.

• georg loves doing your hair at night and in the morning.

• bill binge watches movie and TVs shows with you whenever he can and will eat all of the pop corn.

• gustav brought georg on your first date when you guys were 12 because he was scared to go alone on a date with a girl.

• tom used to throw mud at you as a kid bc he thought he was funny 😐.

• bill kisses your forehead every single night before you two go to bed even if you two had an argument.

• tom loves taking bathes with you and won't get out until his fingers are all pruney.

• gustav loves eating peanut butter and will sit on a counter just eating it out of the container with a spoon.

• georg kisses your shoulders when you're in a dress that shows them off. he really loves it if you have freckles on your shoulders too.

• tom takes bites out of tomatoes like they're apples and will chew really loudly to annoy you.

• tom gets flustered easily even though some people think he's just this cool, tough guy it's all an act.

• gustav does clay face masks with you every single night.

• bill likes to sleep naked next to you and run his fingers through your hair.

• bill paints your nails every day and everybody complains when you guys take out the nail polish remover because its so strong and smells so bad.

• georg loves bon fires so much and brings out marshmallows, chocolate, graham crackers and other stuff to roast over the fire.

• gustav washes your entire body for you in the shower so you don't have to because "this is what boyfriends are supposed to do".

• tom proposes to you every time he gets drunk.

• bill comes up behind you and scares you all the time because it'll always shriek because he's so tall and walks so quietly.

• gustav always holds your waist or your hand at parties so he doesn't lose you.

• gustav bakes you a cake on your birthday and decorates it himself.

• tom always takes you out to super fancy restaurants for dates, especially on holidays like Valentine's day.

• you, bill, tom, georg, and gustav have snow ball fights every winter and there's always someone complaining because the teams arent equal

• georg ties your shoe laces for you because it's "gentlemenly".

• georg kisses your "boo boos" whenever you get hurt. even if it's just a teeny tiny little scrape

• gustav learned most of his bad words from binge watching South Park

• bill bakes muffins for you. all different kinds, blueberry, lemon-poppyseed, plain, strawberry, etc.

• tom loves going kayaking with you.

• gustav loves being the big spoon when it comes to cuddling with you because he can hold you super close and tight. he especially loves doing it when it's super rainy out.

• tom loves it whenever you where his clothes to bed because they look so adorable and big on you.

• georg brings you out to arcade dates whenever you two want to do something more low maintenance

• gustav gives you big bear hugs.

• bill wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder in the morning when you cook him breakfast.

I'll do more + NSFW hcs, I just thought I should post something bc I haven't in a while

taglist: @hearts4kaulitz @burntb4bydoll @bored0writer @fishinaband @billsleftnutt @tokiiohot @saumspam @5hyslv7 @memog1rl @80s-tingz @billybabeskaulitz @victryzvv9 @banshailey @nyxwritesshit

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i read your tom kaulitz weird and silly headcanons and i can't stop laughing 😭 wtf it's 4 am.. anyway will you do the same headcanons only with bill, pretty please?🤭 i know one hundred percent that this little bastard isn't so innocent what he looks like.. i'm sure he's as dirty as Tom 😭 btw sorry engilsh is not my first language ☠️ Greetings from Poland!!:)

(his skirt is so cute?!?)

Cześć jeszcze raz! Rzadko spotykam Polaków, więc cieszy mnie możliwość ćwiczenia języka polskiego!

also his skirt is super cute omg

silly and weird bill headcanons

cw: mentioned oral(f and m!recieving), making out, nipple play?, etc

-you are completely right, this mf is far from innocent 💀 tom is seen as the dirty minded one but this little shit would make the most dirty fucking jokes every and then act all innocent LIKE BITCH

-he's also passive aggressive. like very passive aggressive. pookie can't help it 😪

-the first time you, him and tom all got high together he got super paranoid and thought that you guys were all just figments of a dog's imagination

-when you guys are spooning, he reaches underneath your shirt and cups your boobs. it helps him fall asleep quicker apparently

-but sometimes when he's feeling like a little shit, he'll tweak and pull at your nipples and you have to slap him away. so then you make him promise not to do it again. spoiler alert. he does it again 😐

-hes an impatient mf so the amount he's burned his tongue after heating up a pop tart 😒 like bitch..just wait the two fucking minutes

-he loves kissing your temple and your forehead

-during the winter, if his hands are cold he asks if he can put his hand in your pants. 💀 like that's his exact words. "Can I put my hand down your pants?" he says it's because you're warmer down there than he is, but I think it's just cuz he's a dirty minded little fuck

-when cooking marshmallows over the fire, it's a 50/50 thing. Sometimes he's super patient and will wait and make his marshmallows a crispy, perfect golden brown color and other times he gets to lazy and will just shove it in the fire.

-he also thinks it's like the coolest thing in the entire world when his whole marshmallow is on fire

-he didn't know how to snap until he was like 16 and always got mad whenever tom could do it 😭

-he was super happy when he realized that he was the taller twin bc tom was allllwayyss talking about how he was 10 minutes older.

-YOU GUYS GOT MATCHING TATTOOS

-he literally loves getting matching tattoos with you, he thinks it's so cute and fucking loves it. somehow he convinced the both of you to get some dumb ones 💀

-when you two were little kids he used to beg the teacher to make you, him and tom partners. lil bro would get down on his knees

-speaking of getting down on his knees, the first time he went down on you he "accidentally" 🤨 bit your clit. I still say he did it on purpose though

-you guys know that thing that Gomez does with Morticia when she reaches her arms to the side and he kisses from her finger tips to the other finger tips? yall know what I'm talking about? WELL BILL DOES THAT

-he likes to sleep naked sometimes. because it's "better for sleeping" but I think it's just because he wants to sleep next to naked you.

-almost drowned tom at the pool 💀...multiple times

-him and tom make you sit by the pool and then make you tell them who's cannon ball was better. and this isn't just a like 16 yr old boy thing. they do this at 33 too.

-bill once stood up upside-down on a keg and drank it 😧. not the whole thing but it was super crazy. you later found out it was because tom didn't think he would do it

-he once jerked off in class and found a way so nobody would notice him EXCEPT YOU 😨 MF YOU WERE TRAUMATIZED

-he also doesn't know how to lock a door. so you'll just walk in and he'll be jerking off, or you'll turn a corner in his house and he'll be jerking off, you go to use the bathroom and he'll be jerking off. "I'm a teenage boy it's what we do!" BRUH GET A HOBBY

-if you don't know german, he'll randomly say dirty stuff to you in german. BUT THEN PROCEED TO GET MAD AT TOM IF HE TEACHES YOU BAD WORDS IN GERMAN 🙄

-he loves sitting in your lap when making out. like obviously he loves it when you sit in his lap, but he LOVES when he gets to sit on top of you and kiss you

-the first time he tried to give you hickies, he wasn't completely sure how to and ended up biting you 💀

-he's not a morning person, we all know this. so if you want to get him out of bed, you will have to drag him out by his feet.

-his dick is big. we all know this, but the first time you tried to give him oral, he accidentally slapped your face w/ his dick 😭

ANYWAYYSSS TY SM FOR THE REQUEST POOKIE I HOPE MY POLNISCH WASNT TOO BAD

taglist: @hearts4kaulitz @burntb4bydoll @spelaelamela @bored0writer @fishinaband @billsleftnutt @dead-tapes @tokiiohot @bluepoptartwithsprinkles

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tom always has to be touching you.

his dreads laid against the back of your soft thighs as you stood beside the couch he sat on, his fingers wrapped around your leg to keep you in place. The drink in your hand and the conversation with his band mates was the only thing really keeping you from pulling away and taking a seat.

you let out a small laugh at the gustier Gustav did to show everyone what Bill looked like when he was whining. this made tom look up at you, cat like eyes staring up at you while his cheek pressed further against your thigh.

Georg laughed and pointed at Tom's childish look gazing up at you. "Looking at her like that, shes probably the only girl you don't eye fuck." he commented, making the other two look at him and chuckle.

"I do, you guys must not notice." Tom replied, pushing his face into your thigh as you hit and attempted to pull him off with a giggle. His metal piercing rubbed against your outer thigh before you felt his lips start pecking all around it. you flinched at the soft kisses, as they tickled your skin, jerking your body away before he could protest any further.

once the contact was gone he let out a whine, dropping his head down on the back of the couch with a huff.

"pizza!" one of their assistants called from the walkie talkie placed on the table. hearing this, the rest of the boys got up and sprinted to the door, bumping shoulders while laughing.

when the door slammed shut he looked up and reached out to you in a toddler like motion. you softly smiled and walked into his arms, finding a comfortable place on his lap while he pecked your neck a couple of times. "why are you always touching me?" you asked, turning your head to meet his eyes.

"because i like how you feel."

edit - holyshit. 1k likes!? 🥺️

[xelmokidx]

Dating Tom Kaulitz would include…

Part 2 <3

fem!reader

warnings: mentions of sex

- he’d for sure be bad at all this romantic stuff at first

- he knows how to fuck but not how to communicate

- or how to be intimate other than sex

- leaving you guys in miscommunication a lot

- which results in a lot of fights

- but he’ll learn quickly (if you show him how it’s done right)

- so many cheesy gifts after fights

- like a huge bouquet of flowers and a little note where he apologizes standing in front of your door

- or he’ll take you shopping and buy you everything you want

- when your sad he’ll kiss you everywhere and tell you sweet nothings to make you feel better

- or will behave like a total idiot to make you laugh

- apology sex!!!!!

- will fuck you into forgiving him

- when dating for a long time he’ll mention you in almost every interview

- loves to make fans jealous by holding your hand or wrapping his arm around your waist in public

- shows you around like a trophy

- wouldn’t even bother making out with you infront of fans

- like mentioned in part 1, Bill would make him apologize to crying fans because he bragged to much

- will lend you every hoodie he has

- they are massive on you and he’ll definitely make fun of how small you look in them

- he’d be the kind of guy to wear your hair tie around his wrist during concerts and interviews

- will point at you when your in the crowd

- “That’s my girlfriend, hi schatz!!”

- will play something on the guitar when you both just hang out

- will learn your favorite songs

- will lay his head on your lap during it

- loves when you hum along

- his love language is definitely gift giving

- so expect getting gifts from him very very often

- he tries to be tough around people but when you two are alone he’s like a huge teddy bear

let me know if you want a part 3 <3

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🐍 BITE ME

pairing : tom x fem! reader

summary : tom finds himself head over heels after seeing you with your new piercings, except the only way he found out was through an interview.

author's note : this isn't proofread cause I'm just too lazy also I WANT SNAKE BITE PIERCINGS SOOOOO BAD.

"Everyone give it up for Tokio Hotel!" The interviewer clapped as the crowd cheered and clapped as the band smiled and waved. Tokio Hotel was currently at New York, Usa for a tour and got invited to do an interview for a really popular tv show. Unfortunately you got stuck back in LA for your own tour, as you were also in a band.

The cheering died down and the interviewer let the band mates introduce themselves before going to ask the questions that were submitted by their fans.

"Bill do you have a girlfriend?"

Bill laughed with a slight blush on his cheeks and shook his head as a way of saying ‘no’

"Oh no I want to find the right girl to spend the rest of my life with" Bill's answer made the other bandmates nod in agreement, but of course Tom loved teasing his little twin brother.

"Yes Bill is single so ladies hit him up" Tom pointed to the crowd and made a phone sign with his free hand. This made the crowd cheer and laugh out loud while Bill was there with a hand covering his mouth, holding in his own laugh.

The interviewer laughed and flipped his flash cards for the next question. "This question is for Tom." The interviewer announced and the crowed ooed in intussusception. Tom prepared himself for whatever question would be shot at him.

"You're in an official relationship with Y/N L/N, aka the lead singer from [band-name] correct?"

Tom's band members looked at him with smug looks on their faces, they knew you were Tom's weak spot. Maybe this was karma for teasing Bill.

Tom held his hands together and smiled. "Yes, she's been my girl for 2 years now. Our anniversary is soon actually."

The crowd clapped as a congratulations for Tokio Hotel's guitarist. Tom was known to be a playboy and they were happy that he'd found a girl to stay with instead of in Tom's own words before he met you. ”Love for one night”

The interviewer also clapped. "Congratulations you both deserve eachother."

Tom thanked the interviewer thinking his turn was over but to his surprised the interviewer announced some news he had not known about.

"So I think the audience knows this by now but Y/N and her new piercings have been trending all over social media. How do you feel about her new appearance?"

Tom raised an eyebrow. He hadn't talked to you for atleast a couple hours at most, how'd he not know about this?

"Oh? I didn't know about that." Tom and the others nodded, they had no idea about this.

"This happened just a few hours ago. Infact here's a clip from Y/N's live revealing the piercings."

The interviewer pointed towards the big tv that pointed straight towards the crowd as a video started playing.

You were on the screen with only the upper half of your face showing. Tom watched with a smile, waiting for you to talk.

"Guys I did something." You backed up from the camera showing your whole face, revealing the two silver rings on your glossy lips. You smiled showing your pearly white teeth.

Tom's eyes widened. You looked even more stunning with the new snake bite.

Your eyes scanned the comments before replying to one.

"When did you get this? Oh I got this just this morning, Tom doesn't even know about it I wanted to surprise him." You laughed at the camera before the video clip ended leaving Tom's lovestruck face stuck in the tv.

The audience awed at the sight before Tom turned his head. Like always Tom's mouth got the best of him as he spoke out loud before thinking about it.

"Damn she's hot."

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schwerelos by devilish

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BOOMSHAKALA YES LAWD 🙌🔥

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Dating Tom Kaulitz would include…

SFW and NSFW content!

- you both probably have been friends for a long time before, Tom always wanted more but at the same time didn’t want to ruin the friendship you guys had

- being close with the whole band automatically, you definitely need to get along with them (especially Bill)

- not dating just Tom but automatically Bill too because they are always together

- your first kiss definitely happened when you both were drunk and suddenly found great interest in the other

- from that moment on you both couldn’t be “just friends”

- friends with benefits for months before actually getting serious

- having secret make out sessions during concert breaks

- spoils you with gifts

- literally buys you everything you want

- always having his hand on you

- his hand on your thigh while he drives

- or while sitting next to you

- just basically him always touching you no matter where

- he’s so possessive and gets jealous easily that you can now forget talking to any boy that isn’t him

- with good luck he’ll accept you talking to your other male friends

- when he’s jealous he doesn’t say much he just pulls you closer to him by the waist, his hands digging into you while kissing your neck. All that mid talking.

- “Baby you know your mine” constantly being whispered into your ear when you talk to a stranger (male)

- “No one can make you feel as good as I can” he just loves teasing you

- his dick is massive, you cannot walk afterwards, and if you can, he still insists on carrying you around

- Massive breeding kink, he adores filling you up

- means you have to buy a pregnancy test almost every damn week

- When he’s horny and you’re out in public he presses his hard dick against your ass to tease you

- he gets horny from pretty much everything you do

- starting with you just bending down to tie your laces

- he’s just a horny mf

- hates when you play with his hair, but secretly adores it

- kisses all over your body, he’s obsessed with you

- will leave marks during sex to show who you belong to

- will tease his fans when they flirt with him

- “Wonder what my girlfriend will say tonight when I tell her” “Can’t hear ya! Too busy thinking bout my hot girlfriend!” “Y/N does it better!”

- Bill will make him apologize to the crying girls afterwards

- since he doesn’t have much time when touring around, he’ll be on the phone with you every free minute

- phone sex!!!

- quickies everywhere

- literally EVERYWHERE

- he’ll sneak you into the tour bus when you are at one of their concerts

- will look for you in the crowd and not look away ever again during the whole concert

- he’s dom, but likes you to be the lead secretly too

- he’ll just end up whining and begging when you do so

- he makes you cum at the same time as him and doesn’t pull out for quite a time after

- German pet names!!!

- will call you whore, bitch, and all that nasty stuff while fucking you

- sweet pet names like baby, honey, love

- when you had to use the safe word during sex, he’d feel bad for days, getting you all the stuff you love. Snacks, flowers, clothes, just everything you want

- he’ll feel bad even after you told him it was fine

- clingy, so fucking clingy

Let me know if you want a part 2!!

[xelmokidx]

Please just one chance 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

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I NEED CLINGY BILL

♥︎-> he needs to be touching you at ALL times. whether it’s his hand on your thigh, his arm wrapped around you, or even simply his finger slightly touching yours.

♥︎-> he looovvves texting and calling you! after ending a call he’d text you “i miss you already >:( ”, or when he can’t necessarily talk at the moment he makes it up to you later by spam call/texting you.

♥︎-> if you two haven’t seen each other in a while, he literally tackles you; he runs up to you and immediately hugs you and tells how much he missed you, showering you in a billion kisses.

♥︎-> while in public, he makes sure you never leave his sight; he holds your hand like his life depends on it, he makes up any kind of excuse not to let it go.

♥︎-> during interviews when you are mentioned and brought up, he can’t help but perk up and laugh. especially if they put pictures of you and him on the screen, he just smiles and tries to hide the obvious blush on his cheeks.

<-♡︎ you thought he couldn’t keep his hands off you in public? during sex it’s 100 times worse; his hands are all over you, touching every single inch of your flesh. there’s not a moment where he’s not either playing with your tits or toying your clit.

<-♡︎ when he’s away, he’ll usually send you texts along the lines of; “i need you so badly babe.” “i’ll get you on the next flight out tonight, i’d do anything to fuck you right now.”

<-♡︎ eye contact. eye contact. eye contact. he quite literally stares into your soul as he slides in and out of your pussy, he likes watching the way your face distorts into expressions of pleasure.

<-♡︎ you two have the sloppiest makeout sessions ever, especially after you pick him up from the airport. i can already imagine the two of you in the back seat of the limousine, just eating each others face off as the driver drives you both back to bills house.

<-♡︎ his clinginess also tends to turn into possessiveness, he hates seeing other guys make passes at you or try to be ‘slick’ with you. if he gets really pissed off, he does petty things like makeout with you in front of them (not that your complaining).

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bill without makeup is my favorite look on him.

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gente eu amo ele

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⋆·˚ ༘ * EMBRY CALL HEADCANONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ

𐙚 krystopher hyatt!embry

embry had the biggest, most painfully obvious crush on you for years.

like, the kind of crush where he’d go totally quiet mid-conversation with the pack if you walked by. he’d just… blink. smile awkwardly. and then forget what sentence he was on.

he always sat a little straighter when you were around. tugged his hoodie down, rubbed the back of his neck. gave you the softest, warmest “hey” like it didn’t completely fry his brain to see you smiling at him.

you worked at the little used bookstore/café in town and he would make up excuses to stop by—constantly. “jake borrowed my book and never gave it back.” “i need a new journal for class.” “do you guys sell bookmarks?” oh, embry. you already have twenty.

the worst part? he could barely talk to you.

for someone who was hilarious and loud around his friends, he turned into the softest, most awkward puppy around you.

he’d trip over his words and blush like a teenager every time you complimented his shirt or asked how his day was going.

the pack knew. they teased him relentlessly. “so, when’s the wedding?” “practicing your flirting in the mirror again?” “you breathe different when she’s around, bro.”

embry’s crush on you was the longest-running inside joke among the pack. he’d say your name and everyone would groan. “bro. just ask her out.” but he couldn’t. not when your voice made his heart stutter.

but it wasn’t just a crush for embry.

he noticed the little things—how you always tucked your hair behind your ear when you were focused, how you snorted when you laughed too hard, how you always offered him the warmest smiles even when you were clearly having a bad day.

he’d do little things to be near you—walk the long way home just to pass the bookstore, show up at bonfires early hoping you’d be there, offer to fix things that didn’t need fixing.

and he never stopped thinking about you. sam could be assigning patrol routes, and embry would be nodding along while mentally replaying the sound of your laugh.

he memorized the exact shade of your eyes. not in a creepy way. just in a “how is someone real and look like that” way.

he doodled your name on the inside of his notebooks. not even full names—just your initials with a little heart next to them like he was 15 again.

whenever you’d talk to him? full-body butterflies. he’d play it off cool—mumbling a little, grinning awkwardly, shoving his hands in his pockets—but inside? screaming. panicking.

the first time you laughed at one of his dumb jokes, he had to walk away just to breathe. “she thinks i’m funny,” he said out loud to a very confused quil.

one time you fell asleep behind the counter during a slow shift and embry panicked thinking something was wrong.

he brought you a blanket, gently placed it over you, and just sat at a nearby table reading—guarding you like some awkward little bookshop knight.

he kept a mental list of your favorite things. your favorite tea, the author you kept rereading, that one obscure band you mentioned once.

if he saw something that reminded him of you, he’d grab it without thinking. little tokens—most of which he never gave you, just… kept.

you didn’t notice right away—not really.

embry was just… always there. sweet. quiet. thoughtful in a way that never asked for anything back.

but then you started realizing things.

like how your favorite drink would magically show up when you were having a bad day. how he always remembered the tiniest details about your life. how you felt safer when he was near—even if you didn’t understand why.

and you started watching him, too. noticed how gentle he was. how kind. how he smiled with his whole face, like the sun cracked through him whenever he looked at you.

it hit you hardest one evening when he laughed at something you said—really laughed, full and bright—and you felt it in your chest. oh. no. oh, no, i’m in trouble.

you started finding excuses to see him. offering him extra snacks at bonfires. walking down to the beach “by accident” when you knew he’d be there.

he never caught on. still thought he was the only one crushing.

you started teasing him more. light touches, soft compliments. watching him turn red all the way to his ears? favorite hobby.

and when you finally caught him staring—soft and unguarded, like he forgot to pretend—you knew. you knew that look. you’d been wearing the same one for weeks.

one rainy afternoon, you closed the shop early and found him waiting outside with two cups of tea. “just in case you forgot yours,” he mumbled. you looked up at him—really looked at him—and something just clicked.

that night, you texted him first. something casual. something about the weather. he stared at it for ten minutes before replying because he couldn’t mess this up.

you two started spending time together more often, and it was just so easy. cozy movie nights, aimless walks through the forest, quiet laughs and sleepy conversations that stretched late into the night.

the confession came quickly after that.

but he didn’t wake up that morning and think today’s the day. in fact, if he had planned it, he would’ve overthought every word and chickened out five minutes in.

you were sitting together on the beach. just the two of you. the waves were soft, the stars were coming out, and you were leaning back on your hands, laughing about something stupid he said.

and then you turned to him. and smiled. and the wind caught your hair just right and you looked so effortlessly beautiful, it knocked the breath out of him.

he went quiet. you noticed. “what’s wrong?” you asked gently, and he just shook his head, eyes a little too glassy, heart in his throat.

“nothing,” he mumbled. then, quieter: “i just really like your smile.”

your heart flipped. “yeah?” you said, trying to keep your voice casual.

he nodded, lips twitching nervously. “i like… everything about you, actually.”

you blinked. your stomach dropped—in the best way. “embry…”

“i didn’t mean to say that,” he blurted, face already flushing, eyes wide like he’d just confessed to a crime. “i mean—i did, i just—crap, i wasn’t trying to ruin anything. i swear. you’re like my best friend, i don’t wanna mess that up, but i just—”

“embry.”

“yeah?”

you reached out and took his hand. he froze.

“you’re not ruining anything,” you whispered. “i like you too.”

he short-circuited. literally. just sat there blinking for a full ten seconds while the waves rolled in and your fingers gently squeezed his.

then, “you do? really?”

you leaned in, smile soft. “really.”

he didn’t even think—he just kissed you.

it was nervous and sweet and a little clumsy because his hand missed your cheek and ended up awkwardly cupping your shoulder, but it didn’t matter. because the moment your lips touched, it felt like every part of him exhaled.

and then you both pulled back, blinking, smiling way too hard, a little dazed.

“was that okay?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper, brushing your hair back gently.

“that was perfect,” you said, and kissed him again.

it was the softest thing. no fireworks, no dramatic music—just warm hands, a shared smile, and a “god, i like you so much.” whispered against your lips.

he walked home that night with his hoodie zipped up over his mouth and the goofiest, most lovesick smile on his face.

he couldn’t stop replaying it. the way your eyes looked in the starlight. the way your voice trembled when you said you liked him too. the way your lips felt like home.

he didn’t sleep much. just lay in bed grinning at the ceiling like the world had finally tilted in his favor.

the next morning, he showed up at your door with a flower he picked on patrol. said it was “nothing special,” but he couldn’t stop staring at your smile when you took it.

you guys kept brushing shoulders all day. couldn’t stop smiling. kept stealing little glances like you were still processing the fact that this wasn’t a dream.

and when you kissed him goodbye later that evening, he whispered against your lips, “been wanting to do that since the moment i met you.”

embry doesn’t say anything at first. he tries to just exist like normal. problem is? he’s glowing like he swallowed the sun. he’s humming while walking. humming.

quil clocks it instantly. “dude. what the hell is wrong with you? did you win the lottery or get laid or something?”

embry turns bright red. “wha—no. shut up.”

that’s all it takes. they pounce.

“wait. WAIT. you finally told her, didn’t you?” jacob practically tackles him in excitement. “you kissed her?!”

sam tries to keep a straight face but he’s definitely smirking. “so… when’s the wedding?”

paul won’t let it go. “i give it a week before he’s writing poetry.”

embry just groans, hiding his face in his hoodie like a gremlin. “i hate all of you.”

but later that night, when it’s just him and jake, he confesses everything. “it was perfect,” he says softly. “she kissed me back. she likes me.”

jake just claps him on the back. “told you, man. you’re a goner.”

he tried to be cool about it. he really does. but anytime you text him, he lights up like a christmas tree. literally has to bite his knuckle to stop himself from smiling too hard in public.

when you show up to a bonfire in his hoodie, he chokes on air. quil slaps him on the back. “you okay, buddy?”

“i’m fine,” he wheezes, eyes wide, trying not to combust.

you sneak up and kiss his cheek and he malfunctions. stares into space for five minutes like he just saw god.

one time, you call him “yours” in passing and he short-circuits. replays it in his head for days.

now, embry holds your hand like it’s his lifeline. he still gets shy sometimes when you call him cute. but you’ve never seen someone smile so wide or so full of love than when you walk into a room.

you call him your “gentle giant,” and he always rolls his eyes—but his cheeks turn pink every time.

he still brings you tea when you’re tired, kisses your forehead when you’re stressed, and acts like he won the lottery every time you fall asleep on his shoulder.

and if anyone ever asks how long he’s loved you, embry just smiles and says, “since forever. she just didn’t know it yet.”

embry is so soft once you’re officially together. he’s always been gentle with you, but now? he’s completely unfiltered. you get his full-blown affection without any shyness holding him back.

constant forehead kisses. like, ridiculous amounts. you could be reaching for a book, cooking, falling asleep, or just sitting in silence and suddenly—kiss. his favorite thing in the world is forehead kisses.

he LOVES cuddling. he melts into you, big arms wrapped around your waist while his face is buried in your neck.

you’d think he’d be the big spoon, but no—this man turns into the little spoon sometimes just to feel you hold him.

you call him “baby” once and he’s ruined forever. he blushes so hard, then acts all smug about it the next day like he didn’t nearly pass out when you said it.

you have matching socks. not because you planned it, but because he stole yours once and now it’s a thing. you wear his hoodies, he wears your fuzzy pink socks. love wins.

when you have bad days, embry immediately picks up on it.

he doesn’t always know what to say, but he’ll wrap you up in his arms, put your favorite show on, and gently run his fingers through your hair until you start to feel safe again.

when he has a bad day? he just shows up at your door, wordless, and melts into your arms. his voice gets quiet, almost timid, and you hold him until the world stops spinning.

everyone in la push knows you’re his girl. not in a weird possessive way, just in that “i’ve loved her since i was fifteen” way.

he beams when he talks about you. embry call glows.

embry’s the quietly jealous type. he won’t lash out or make a scene, but you’ll definitely feel his arm slide around your waist a little tighter when someone gets a little too friendly.

one time a tourist at the bookstore tried to flirt with you, and you could feel embry’s energy shift from “soft boyfriend” to “back off or meet the wolves.”

he didn’t say anything—just stepped forward, smiled (a little too sweetly), and kissed your cheek. the guy left immediately.

“you jealous, babe?” you teased.

“me? no,” he said, eyebrows raised. “but if that guy looked at you one more time i was about to start growling.”

he gets most jealous when you talk about someone you used to like. not because he’s insecure—he just can’t believe there was ever a time where someone else had your attention.

on the rare occasion you actually try to make him jealous (just for fun), it never goes as planned.

instead of sulking or getting possessive, he just pulls you into his lap and says something like, “you’re not going anywhere, sweetheart,” with that smirk.

but later? he’ll quietly say, “i know i’m not the only guy out there, but i really wanna be your only one.”

when you’re the one who gets jealous? he’s so confused. like, “babe, it’s you. i don’t even see anyone else.” he’s so sincere about it you end up kissing him mid-sentence just to shut him up.

after any jealousy moment, he’s the king of reassurance. “you’re it for me,” he’ll whisper while tucking your hair behind your ear. “you always have been.”

he lives for domesticity. loves waking up next to you, sleepy and warm, his arms tangled around you like you’re his entire home.

you steal all his hoodies. he pretends to be annoyed, but when he catches you curled up in one on the couch? he stares at you like he’s seeing his favorite painting come to life.

you have a toothbrush at his place. a drawer. a mug with both your names on it. you didn’t talk about it, it just happened. the most natural thing in the world.

he keeps a photo of you in his wallet. it’s a little worn from how often he takes it out to look at it when he misses you on patrol.

you guys bake together. it’s a mess. flour in his hair. icing on your nose. but the kitchen always smells like cinnamon and laughter and home.

rainy day cuddles are sacred. blankets, tea, your head on his chest while his fingers trace patterns on your back. you swear he’s warmer than any heater.

one day you catch him reading your favorite book. he’s halfway through, underlining his favorite lines with a tiny smile. “wanna know which ones remind me of you?”

he never stops courting you.

still brings you flowers. still gets shy when you wear a new dress. still calls you “sweetheart” with this sleepy, adoring look like he can’t believe he’s really yours.

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Peter basically being your human vibrator wasn't all bad, really...

(18+ minors DNI)

[slight somno, dub-con, sleepy quickie]

"Peter...babe...baby..mmmmhhh.." you whined, sleepily into the man's ear, your leg over his as you tried to find a vantage point on his own leg, using it as a way to start waking him up. Peter always had a rule, if you were horny, wake him up immediately or call him. Unless y'know, he was on a mission. But nothing woke the speedster up this time. "Quickie..god please.." another pathetic whimper and moan in his ear, attempting to hump his leg, and wanting him to wake up. So much for being a human vibrator huh?

"hm?" The silver haired man hummed, just bringing you up on top of him for cuddles. No, we couldn't have that. You used this as a way to hump him, desperately rutting yourself against his still clothed cock, waking both it and him up. "B-babe...calm, 's okay...what you want?"

You whined again as a response, just pushing yourself against him more eliciting a groan. "Ohh, my sweetheart needy? Okayy..c'mere.." he pushed you slightly so he could tug his boxers down, letting his now, slightly leaking, dick free. God he always looked so tasty. You just couldn't help yourself at this point. Once you got a chance, you quickly got to work and sunk down onto Peter's cock with a gasp, taking him all in. He was so perfect. But it didn't take long for you to start riding him like it was the end of the world. Wow, you uh, you really were horny huh? Not even giving the man underneath you a chance to breath before it was taken away by gasps, pants and moans. "You really... really couldn't wait could you? O-oh jesus.."

His hands wandered onto your hips, keeping you still for a moment. "Quickie.." a whimper escaped you. That was all the speedster needed before thrusting himself up into you, your screams only serving as fuel for his fire. Your moans, whimpers and screams of his name, and his hold on your waist. His own moaning and grunts escaping into the sweet, soft skin on your neck. No matter how much you let Peter go the speed he loved, you never got used to it. But God it felt amazing every time. You could've woken up the whole neighborhood with how loud you were being. Not your fault of course, Quickie just likes being quick and burrowing himself in you over and over like a mating pair of bunnies.

Your screams and moans together escalated until Peters grip tightened onto you momentarily, humping you pathetically as he rode out that small high after a release. "Mm..that.. that feel better now?" He asked quietly after eventually pulling out of you, and letting you go limp on top of him.

"mm..mhm.." Your sleepy response as you simply fell back asleep, happy with how well Peter could tire you out.

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An: lol sorry. I just woke up and had to write this. I think the devil pulled my to hell for this one.

Tagging those I think would like: @babygorewhore @oceanblvd111 @taintandviolent @silverzoomies /. @briaroftheroses @nahoyasboyfriend @slutforgarlogan

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Turkish Delight

peter maximoff x reader smut

chapter 1: sweet talkin'

link to chapter 2: here

warnings: shameless smut, porn without plot, phone sex, mutual masturbation, best friends, dirty talk

word count: 6,368

a/n: hiyaaa !! i'm back with more filth !! peter speaks russian in this one. i've seen people use russian in place of sokovian language before. and since i've been learning russian for a while, i thought i'd give it a shot !! if you're familiar with the language and anything seems off, please let know asap !! as usual, apologies if peter seems ooc, or if my writing isn't up to par !!

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Chillaxing on the sofa in his mom’s basement, Peter drew out a sigh. His hooded eyes gaped at the TV screen. As he channel surfed, his thumb tapped lazily on the remote. Peter stopped to check each channel in abrupt intervals. Afternoon cable was boring as hell today. It failed to grasp his short lived attention span.

Seinfeld reruns? He saw just about all of ‘em. Soap Operas? Those were more his mom’s thing. Huge pass. Nature documentaries? Could be cool. Guess it depended on which one, though.

Oh. It was the one about the polar bear’s great journey across the arctic! Nifty enough. Except, Peter saw that one three or four times already now. Скучн��й (boring). Так скучно (So boring).

‘Kay, soooo…TV was kind of a no-go. Instead, Peter popped on the PS1 and settled for a game of Metal Gear Solid. The game’s opening intro was a little too slow for his liking, but Peter forced himself to focus. It sucked he was so antsy today, so fidgety and impatient. He needed some kind of distraction. Any distraction. And he needed one fast.

Peter bounced a leg, half invested in the game’s dialogue. His fingers absentmindedly flicked the controller buttons. Not even five minutes into playing, he found himself frustrated and bored again. This time around, he figured some company might ease his ennui.

He darted across the arm of the couch to a side table. Over a stack of comic books and empty cans of soda, he snatched the receiver to a Garfield phone. Peter dialed a number in less than a second. Too fast, at first. The phone didn’t even register his request. Rolling his eyes, he dialed the number again. Slower this time.

Peter kept the vibrant hunk of orange plastic between his cheek and shoulder. Buzzy ringing echoed on the other end of the line, as he waited for the recipient to pick up. The time it took for a voice to finally respond felt like fifty billion years. Your voice. One of Peter’s closest comrades. The pal he shared most, if not all, of his free time with.

There were days when you visited, and you laid back on the sofa with him. With your legs stretched over his lap and a magazine in your hands, you relaxed. Peter would always do his usual, playing whatever game he ‘bought’ from the local K-Mart. Every time he cursed himself for making a misstep, you giggled. You knew how frustrating it was for him, if he wasn't a hundred leaps ahead of everything. And just to get back at you - but also to hear you laugh again - he’d reach over and dig his fingers into your belly.

He loved that it took such minimal effort to make you laugh. You always had an easygoing warmth about you. And maybe you were also pretty cute too. Sometimes, the crook of your smile made him blush. Oh, and you didn't mind duking it out in Mario Kart sometimes. That was also kinda cool. What more could a lonesome guy ask for? Просто друзья. Ничего больше (Just friends. Nothing more). Yeah. He could be content with that. No problem.

Ten minutes into conversation with you, Peter breathed a yawn into the receiver.

“You know, I’m surprised you have the patience for talking on the phone.” You joked.

The speakers roared with a soft buzz in his ear. Peter didn’t register your words at first. Blinking lazily, he tapped the PS1 controller buttons at rapid speed. In the game, Snake fought off an onslaught of bad guys. Peter faked his offense with a scoff.

“Seriously? Man, what’s up with that? It’s like everyone thinks I can’t do stuff at normal speed without goin’ berserk.” He said, cursing under his breath as Snake got gunned down again.

A small part of him wished you were there, with your legs over his lap, cracking jokes at his expense. Over the phone, you emitted a gentle laugh.

“Because you have? Multiple times, dude!” You said.

Surely you could hear Peter’s eyes roll in his skull.

“Oh, yeah? Name five.” he pressed.

The fast paced clicking of the buttons echoed like a trill in the basement. He overheard the sound of rustling as you shifted in place. If Peter had to guess, he’d bet his left foot you were still lazing around in bed. It was a Saturday, after all. With the hour tipping on the edge of late afternoon. You always moved at the slowest of speeds on your off days.

“I’m just saying! I totally get it. Even I don’t have the patience for chats on the phone sometimes.” You said, and a squeaky yawn followed.

More rustles scuffed from your end, as if you moved to stretch. Keeping his gaze fixed on the flickering, CRT screen; Peter followed flashes of light from each grunt’s gun. His reaction time proved effortless as always. His methods, not so much.

“Nah, it’s cool.” Peter mumbled after a beat, “Doesn’t bother me much if I’m talkin’ to you.  You’re not boring, first of all. And on the off chance I do get bored, I can just say - hey, babe, I’m gonna hang up. And you won’t get-uhhh…” He lingered on his next thought, distracted with gunning down more masked baddies, “You won’t get, like, butt hurt over it."

“Why would I?” You laughed, “Did someone seriously get offended by that?”

“My aunt did once. She got mad pissed ‘cuz I told her I was ‘kinda bored’ on the phone. She made me pass it to my mom, so she could rat me out. Said I showed a ‘lack of consideration'; ‘er whatever.” Peter paused, brows furrowed. In Metal Gear, Snake perished yet again. Peter rolled his eyes once more, “She’s kinda mental, though. это возмутительно (it’s outrageous).”

Your only response was a quiet hum of acknowledgement. Peter broke the silence that followed.

“Hey, you’re not busy today, are you? Wanna do somethin’ later?” He asked, knowing full well you had jack shit to do.

“I don’t know. I’m feeling soooooo lazy today.” You playfully teased.

The soft pattern of your breathing sent electric tingles down Peter’s neck. Shuddering, he shook off those unexpected chills. Another beat, and Peter groaned, as Snake perished over a low poly landscape. You gotta take it slow and stealthy, man - Peter reminded himself.

“Хорошо (okay)? So? Come be lazy over here then.” He replied, “Tell you what. If you do, I’ll go ‘n snag some of those Turkish delights you like. The same ones my mom gotcha for your birthday. Remember? From Sokovia?”

Your voice perked up instantly, bringing a cheesy smile to his face. Homely fondness simmered in his chest, and Peter felt himself blush. He pulled his lip between his teeth, pausing his game to focus more on conversation. Leaving Snake stranded in the middle of the snow.

“Oh my gosh!! No way?? I haven’t had those in forever! Seriously, the ones from Sokovia?” You chimed.

“Hell yeah! But you gotta get outta bed first, dingus. C’monnnn.” Peter whined, “I’m so bored here, babe. Oh! I totally forgot. I finally got my hands on a Gameboy Color too. Swear on my life I paid for it this time. You could come over ‘n try it ouuuuuut.” He teased in a sing-song voice, wiggling his brows.

“Gameboys and Turkish delights? You’re spoiling me today, Peter! What’s the occasion?” You joked over the line.

He shrugged, forgetting you couldn’t see him, “Bored outta my friggin’ skull. That’s what.” After a beat, he awkwardly added, “And maybe I like hangin’ with you? Do I even need a reason?”

“Well, I gotta admit…you had me at Turkish delights.” You feigned a dreamy tone.

Peter chuckled again. Under his breath, he muttered softly, “ Это все, что тебе нужно, да (That’s all you need, huh)?”

“Huh?” You asked, oblivious to his comment, “What’d you say? I didn’t catch that last part.”

Peter ran a hand through his silver locks, leaving his hair loose and messy. Cradling the phone in his other hand, he knitted his lips to one side.

“Nothin’. Don’t worry about it. You want me to come get you? ‘Cuz I can.” He checked his digital watch, decked out in a Star Wars theme, “I can right now, if you-”

“It’s fine. I love going out with you, but I really don’t wanna deal with motion sickness today. I just had lunch too. No offense!” Another yawn rang over the phone, hitching into a squeal at the end. Peter didn’t realize he was smiling so big until his cheeks started to hurt, “I’ll just drive over. Sound good?”

Peter rolled his eyes, sarcastically groaning. He threw his head back into the sofa cushions, playing up his fake frustrations.

“Auuuuuuugh! But that’ll take years.” He dragged a hand down his face, pulling his cheeks under his fingertips, “Is this ‘cuz you blew chunks last time?? You know that doesn’t bother me, right? Everyone does it, babe.”

You made a noise of disgust. Something like an eugh , “Please, don’t remind me. That sucked so much. Yeah, no, I’d rather not. I really need a break from it.” You sighed again. Kind of a bummer, but he could deal.

“It’s whatever you want, I guess. So, when are you gonna head out?” Peter asked, sitting up on the sofa and putting the controller aside.

He bounced a leg at rapid speed, his knee moving in a flesh tone blur of motion. Less from agitation, more due to anticipation.

“I’ll leave soon. Just give me a few minutes. Think you can wait?” You chuckled in that sweet, quirky way again. The melody gave Peter butterflies. Ignoring the fluttering in his belly, he pushed himself off the couch. Grabbing the base of the Garfield phone, Peter cradled the lil guy in an arm. He figured he may as well get dressed, and freshen up before you arrived, “It’s so cold today. I haven’t even gotten out of bed yet! I’m still bundled up in my undies. Got your jacket on too. You left a Game n Watch in the pocket, by the way. I didn’t even know they still made those!”

“Yeah. I totally called that one. Get up already, ya slacker.” Peter joked trapping the phone between his cheek and shoulder again. He scratched his bare chest. His fingertips grazed the sparse covering of white hairs there. Yawning, he nodded, “Okay. Okay. Okay. Sure, just-”

Something about your last statement finally clicked in Peter’s brain. He rapidly blinked, shaking his head fast enough to give himself whiplash. Peter did a quadruple take.

“Подожди (wait)! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, waiiiiiit …hold on a sec.” He narrowed his eyes, “Say that again?”

“Say what again? The part about the Game n Watch?” You asked, and Peter’s brows furrowed.

“N-Nah. The…did you just…have you been lyin’ around in your underwear this whole time?”

“Uh, yeah? Why? Is this revolutionary information?” You chuckled.

“In my jacket? Like, I didn’t hear that wrong? What’d you like…sleep in it ‘er somethin’?” Peter arched a silver brow, pressing the phone handset closer to his cheek. As if doing so might somehow help him hear you more clearly.

It really wasn’t that big of a deal either way. You borrowed his jackets all the time. Peter never thought anything of it before this conversation. Aside from the fact that - when you did return them, he loved the sweet scent you left behind. The smell of your perfume, with the added bonus of your natural pheromones…

Ебать (Fuck)! Why was he even thinking about this? The two of you had such a casual thing goin’ on. But now, Peter thought of you in a different light. Something friskier. Not that he meant to. Maybe killer boredom + cute friend = horny speedster. Or perhaps the planets aligned in some totally off-the-wall way.

Whatever the case, Peter’s mind raced on autopilot. He pictured the way you might look right now. In your room, spread across your bed in nothing but your underwear and - Ебена мать (Holy shit) - his jacket. With your long legs bare, your knees bumping together as you squeezed your thighs shut. Tummy exposed. And your tits-

Woooooooah there! Slow down, casanova! Peter shouldn’t be…nah, he really shouldn’t be wondering what your breasts looked like. Ppfffbbbbt …’kay, so, maybe in the past he thought about it once or twice. But what dude wouldn't contemplate the hidden mystery of a pal's titties sometimes, ah?

“Well, so what if I did? That doesn’t weird you out, does it?” You asked, a careful waver in your voice.

“Uhhhh…nahhh, babe. Just…” Peter shifted in place, rerouting his thoughts, “Just…got one hell of an image in my head. Might’ve pictured you like that for no particular reason at all.”

Lucky for him, you didn’t seem to think anything of his confession.

“Not much to imagine…” You replied. Сомнительно (Doubtful).

“I mean…pffbbbttt…sure, yeah. Maybe not.” Peter awkwardly laughed, scratching the back of his neck. His voice dropped, a little more hushed, “Unless…you’re wearin’ some really cute panties over there.” Again, he laughed, rushing out a quick, “I’m kiddin’. I’m kiddin’. I’m kiddin’. I’m totally messin’. Just bustin’ your balls, babe.”

Except…he sorta wasn’t. Peter found himself oh-so curious. Twisting the phone's orange wire around his finger, he anticipated your reaction. Anxious you might think him weird for pushing things too far. Never had the two of you charted this kind of territory. It was a minefield, with a 95% chance neither one would make it out unscathed.

“I guess? I think they’re kind of cute.” You added, innocent as ever. Awesome. You weren’t peeved at him, at least. Peter brought the phone to his chest, exhaling an anxious breath to calm his racing heart. When he put the phone to his ear again, he figured you’d moved on. But your cadence shifted. To test the boundaries of your friendship, you teased, “They’re pretty small on me, though.”

Ah. Ah. Интересно. Очень интересно (Interesting. Very interesting). What an unexpected but totally wicked development. Peter lowered himself slowly onto the couch, setting the phone's base on the side table. He eased backwards into the cushions, and tightened his twisting of the phone wire. Swallowing hard, Peter found he had difficulty focusing. Especially with his imagination running so goddamn wild.

“Yeah? …How small is pretty small?” He dared to ask.

Long seconds of silence ticked by at the pace of a narcoleptic sloth. If Peter weren’t so eager to hear what you had to say, he may have torn his hair out. Over the line, you laughed.

“Small enough they barely cover my ass? Why are you so curious all of a sudden?” You cooed.

Peter fluttered his inky eyes, nibbling chapped skin on his lip. Fuzzy pink swarmed the rest of his face, as his mind conjured images of you so effortlessly. Clear as day. Heat stirred to life in his groin, and Peter pictured the way your plush cheeks might hold in tight painties. His breath hitched.

“I-uh…” Peter felt the heat in his cheeks creep down his neck, flustered at lightspeed, “Just thinkin’...maybe you should do somethin’ about that?” He gritted his teeth, pinching the bridge of his nose. What a lame response, “Черт возьми (damn it)!” He huffed under his breath, too quiet for you to hear.

Toying with this newly discovered sexual tension, Peter humorously asked-

“Sooooooo…what color?”

You giggled into the receiver, airy and light. His body registered the noise somewhere , down south of his belly. He wondered if you were as flustered as him. And the visual of your bashful face and shy smile had his heartbeat ramping up to mach 10.

“What? A-Are you for real asking me…oh my god, dude!” Your giggles turned into goofy snorts. Which he found so endearing. Once you composed yourself, you spoke again. Though, your tone came off as more flirtatious, “If you really wanna know so bad…then fine. They’re black. Lacy. With a little bow on the front.”

Дерьмо (Shit)...

His silver brows soared high, disappearing under his bangs. Paying little attention to his instinctive actions, Peter guided his free hand between his thighs. Inwardly, he told himself he was only adjusting his uncomfortable hard-on. ‘Cuz it’d be totally weird if he did anything else…right? Best to ignore the movement of his thumb, as it absentmindedly circled his bulge.

“Huh…that’s so…” Peter blinked, clearing his throat and masking his nerves with a chuckle, “‘Kay, I’ll be up front with you, babe. That sounds cute as hell. Very nice.”

“Really? Oh, please, Peter. They’d be cute on anybody.” You scoffed.

“Uh huh…” He smirked, dropping his tone even lower, “‘Cept, now that I’m really thinkin’ about it? I’m bettin’ they look criminally cute on you.” Peter lazily smirked.

You laughed, breathless like you ran a thousand miles, “Wh-...what are we even doing right now? Seriously, why am I talking to you about my-” The uneasiness in your voice bled through the line.

Your concern was for good reason. Nevertheless, Peter interrupted you mid-sentence.

“Easy there, chuckles. We’re just chatting. Nothin’ too unusual, right? We’ve had some seriously raunchy conversations before. Remember? That time I got laid on a golf course? You told me about that time some dude shot a load in your eye. What’s the difference, anyway?” Peter grimaced, as he recalled your story from eons ago.

You giggled yet again, “Peter, you know damn well what the difference is!” You clarified with a sigh, still playful. The phone wire went slack around his finger, as Peter second guessed himself. He parted his lips, on the cusp of apologizing. Bringing one hand up to the phone, he held it loosely. Your sugary voice chimed again, “I’m kinda wondering, though…what would you think if I told you I’m topless right now?”

His grip compressed around the handset.

“Topless, huh?” Peter cast a quick glance at his hard-on, twitching painfully under his boxers. His mind jumped straight to sinful places again. Peter thought about what your tits probably look like, embraced in his jacket. Nipples hard, grazing the inner-lining. He swallowed, “What’re you tryna tell me? You gonna drive over here in nothin’ but that?” Peter quipped.

A more sultry laugh melted through the receiver. Peter trembled, as your smooth voice coaxed him like a tempting song. His free palm squeezed his bulge, putting pressure to his length over fabric. Peter’s brows turned inward, and he fluttered his eyes shut.

“I guess that wouldn’t be so bad, if it wasn’t so cold outside. It’s freezing today. I don’t know how you can run as fast as you do when the weather’s like this.” Your tone disguised itself with lighthearted innocence again, “It’s not any warmer in my room either. My nipples could cut glass. They’re, like, soooo hard.”

Peter adjusted himself on the sofa, giving the swell of his bulge another teasing squeeze.

“ Ты маленькая соблазнительница (you little temptress)...”  His hot breath fanned the phone.

“I love it when you talk like that…” You replied, “Even if I have no idea what you’re saying. It sounds really hot, to be totally honest.”

“Oh, yeah?” Peter teased his lip with his teeth, speaking in a more flirtatious voice; buttery smooth, “ Я забыл вынести мусор (I forgot to take out the trash)...” For added effect - just to embarrass you more - he tacked on a husky moan.

Peter made himself blush, as the sound came out far more pornagraphic than he intended. The rasp of his voice scraped through the line in a hushed, “ Oh, yeah, baby. ”

The erotic tension you felt from his teasing was palpable, even over the phone. Peter could sense the shift in the way you gasped. So faint, so shy, so cute.

“Oh…oh, wow...uhm…” You tried concealing your bashfulness with more of those candy coated giggles. But Peter could practically hear the blood racing to your cheeks, “What’s that mean? Something good, I hope.”

Peter bit his tongue, lips turning in a cheeky grin.

“It means you’re really turnin’ me on…”

Another hesitant pause fell between the two of you, before you scoffed.

“Oh my god, no it doesn’t! I can hear you laughing!” You griped, snickering along with Peter. A few more tension heavy beats pulsed over the line. You spoke again, “Hey…I’m sorry. Can I put things on pause for a sec? I just wanted to ask…are you okay with this?”

“Are you?” Peter gently asked, giving you ample time to think about it.

“I don’t know…maybe…” You whispered, “Isn’t this, like, super weird for you?”

“I mean…suuuuuuure. It’s totally weird. If you kept goin', I wouldn't be into it...at all...” He bullied you with a playful edge, hoping you could read the flirtatious undertone in his voice.

“Ohhhhh…you wouldn't be?” Judging by the saucy lilt in your voice, you most definitely caught on, “You know what would be even weirder?”

Peter adjusted on the sofa again. Getting comfortable, he laid on his back. His taut legs stretched across the cushions, and Peter propped his head on the couch’s arm.

“Whazzat? Enlighten me, babe. I’m listenin’. You got my full attention.” He teased.

“Your full attention, huh? I must be doing something right.” You snickered, “So…you know how I said I love it when you talk…like that?” Your voice wavered, “What I really meant was-uhm…when you do that on the phone…it makes me kind of horny.”

His brown hues burst open, wider than ever. Peter’s pupils dilated, expanding as far as the universe itself. He swallowed again, his mouth falling open. Your filthy confession set his arousal ablaze, making his dick twitch. As heated desire took over, Peter couldn’t restrain himself. He snuck his fingers under the waistband of his boxers, fingertips gliding over silver hairs. A small piece of him almost felt guilty for doing so.

“It does, huh? Хорошо знать (Good to know).” Peter whispered, tenderly grasping his shaft.

You made a naughty squeak of a noise in response, “Y-Yeah, Peter, I’m serious. You really have to stop doing that.”

“Почему (Why)? Are you soakin’ yourself over it? Gettin’ a lil wet? It’s cool. You can tell me…” Peter heckled, expelling a breath as he gave his dick a single tug.

“Oh, I bet you wanna know all about that, huh? You’re so bad, Quickie...” You teased, clicking your tongue.

Peter’s ears burned, turning pink as he took in the coquettish nature of your voice. Scoffing, he feigned his indignance.

“What?! Hey, nah nah nah! You started this! Это несправедливо, черт возьми (it’s not fair. Dammit)!” Peter laughed, carefree with you as always, “You can’t seriously drop a bombshell like that and expect me not to-”

“Not to come running?” You hummed, sweet tempered, “I’m just messing with you, baby. But since we’re on the topic…I made such a mess of these little panties. Just from listening to your voice.”

Peter couldn’t even pretend he didn’t like the sound of ‘baby’ on your tongue.

“Oh, man…anything but the panties…” He joked, “You should-uh…you should save yourself some trouble. Y’know…take ‘em off, maybe? Might be more comfortable.” Peter hinted, playing nonchalant, “Just tryna be a good friend. Give you some advice. You should for sure take it.”

“But I’m already so cold…” You whimpered, “Your jacket’s so warm. Smells good too. Really good. But it’s not enough to keep me covered.” You spoke with flirtatious innocence, and Peter played along.

“No harm done, принцесса (princess). I’ll warm you up if you need me to.” He reassured, sweet talking you over the phone, “Ты думаешь, что я не позабочусь о тебе? (Do you think I won't take care of you)?" Peter mumbled again. He listened to your sickly sweet laughs, before asking, “So…do you get like this every time we talk on the phone?”

“Mmmm…maybe.” You hummed, “What if I said yes?” You shuffled around again, and Peter’s mind jumped elsewhere. He imagined you shed yourself of damp, black lace. Leaving you wanton and needy in nothing but his jacket, “You know…we’ve been talking about me a lot this whole time. You wanna tell me what you’re wearing? I don’t really have a visual.”

“Oh…me?” Your request caught Peter off guard.

“Yeah, you. Who else, blockhead?” You playfully quipped, smoothing your voice to say, “You don’t have to be shy. I just wanna know, so I can think about taking it off of you.”

Peter didn’t know he could blush this much. Puffing a bashful laugh, he looked down at his body. Mostly nude and toned enough. He had his x-gene to thank for his pecs and hard abs. A fluffy bouquet of silver hairs peeked out from his boxers. Underneath, his dick throbbed, pressing eagerly into fabric.

“Uhm…I’m not wearin’ a lot? Nothin’ special. Just some black, boxer briefs, I guess. Wait, no-” Peter lifted a foot, his lips curling in a goofy smile, “Got my Star Wars socks on too.”

A sensual moan graced his ears, “That’s so hot.” You softly whined, “Star Wars socks? Peter, just take me now.”

Despite the fact you were totally messing with him, that playful comment made his chest tight. 

“Nothing else though?” You pressed.

“Nnnnnnnnnnope.” He drew out the word, popping the P, “Just the-uh…yeah. Boxers ‘n sexy socks. Not much to take off.”

“And you’re pretty fit, aren’t you? You always looked really jacked to me, so-” You said.

Peter cocked a brow, snickering to cover his embarrassment.

“Wooooahhh…you been checkin’ me out, babe?” He asked, darting his dark hues across his athletic bod. Peter flexed an arm, “Sure, I guess I’m in decent shape.” He found he couldn’t dismiss your compliments. Peter looked good, and he knew it. But he preferred hearing it from you, “Hey, you wanna know somethin’, like, way crazy?”

“This? What we’re doing right now is so crazy, right?” You laughed, sounding as bashful as him.

Peter snickered, “True. Truuuue. But, uh…” He shrank in his spot on the couch, pressing the vibrant handset closer into his cheek. Pre-cum seeped through his boxers, as Peter tugged his dick steady and slow. Careful not to stimulate himself too much yet. He dropped his voice to a hushed rasp, “I’m kinda in the same spot you are right now. If you-uh…if you catch my drift.”

The two of you knew each other for a long time. Several years, in fact. But never once did Peter think he’d hear his closest pal say-

“Ohhhh. Are you hard right now, baby?”

Oh. Yeah, this buddy-buddy friendship was in major trouble. Doomed to crash and burn. As soon as the words fell from your lips, spoken in your honeyed voice; Peter’s breath hitched in his throat. He sank his teeth so hard into his lip, he almost broke skin.

“Y-Yeah. Since you-uh…started talkin’ about your panties. I’m sorry, babe. Just been kinda bored and worked up all day.” He sheepishly chuckled.

“You poor baby…” You coddled him over the phone. And while he should’ve been embarrassed, Peter had no problem with you talking like that, “Can I ask how big you are?”

Peter stalled for a moment, before pulling the front of his boxers down. His hardness flopped against his belly, pulsating and ruddy from his teasing. Taking his aching length in his hand, he rubbed the underside with his thumb.

“You mean my dick? It’s-uhhhh…like six, maybe seven inches almost?” He squeezed his cock, milking beads of pre-cum, “But size doesn’t matter, yeah? It’s the motion of the ocean, babe.”

“Noooooo, baby. You’re so perfect. Wish I could see how good you look like that…” You cooed over the phone.

Your kindly words and airy tone made the veins in his dick throb with electric heat. Peter clutched his cock tight, pumping the velvet skin a touch faster. Giving himself just a simple taste of relief. His stomach clenched, hardening his abs.

“Не так идеально, как ты выглядишь (Not as perfect as you look)...” Peter muttered, drawing in a shallow breath, “Babe, I gotta tell ya, I’m really feelin’ this. I’m so into you right now. W-Want you to keep talkin’ like-uh...”

His imagination took his depravity to the next level. Now, Peter thought about joining you in your room. He wondered how soft and smooth your skin would feel. Supple and hot under his fingertips. What might you look like writhing under him, whimpering as he played with you? As he teased you? Man, you were both so screwed.

“Never thought dirty talking with me would turn you on so much…” You giggled.

Peter secured the handset between his cheek and shoulder. With both hands free, he raised his palm to his lips. He drew a long stripe with his tongue, bringing his damp hand to his cock. The slick lubrication pulled a gentle moan from his throat.

“M-Maybe a little bit. Ебать (Fuck), maybe a lot.” Peter groaned, labored in his breathing, “Can you - Ебать (fuck) - you wanna do somethin’ for me? Just a little favor between friends? S’all I’m askin’, baby.”

“Anything you want, Peter.” You mewled.

“Can you- mmmmohgod -” Peter choked up. He almost chickened out, but pushed himself to ask, “Can you touch yourself for me? Please? Пожалуйста, моя маленькая принцесса (Please, my little princess)...” His foreign whispers weaved pretty whimpers from your lips.

“Yeah. Yeah, I can do that, if you want me to. But you have to do the same for me too. It’s only fair, right? Equal exchange?” You whispered, acting playful again.

Peter breathed a guilty chuckle, “Uhm…yeahhhhh…about that…”

You softly gasped, “Have you been-”

“Playin’ with my dick this whole time? Maybe.” Peter admitted. His thumb caught another pearl of pre, spreading the slickness over his sensitive head, “But I’m not, like, totally jerkin’ it yet…” He lied, pressing you to encourage him.

“Oh, you’re not, huh? What are you doing then?” You asked, “Are you being a bad boy, Pietro?” The abrupt drop of his given name shocked him into silence.

Peter felt his groin tighten, and an exhilarating rush electrified his nerves. For the thousandth time, you giggled. And for the thousandth time, Peter’s heart leapt. Dumbfounded, he gathered his composure and played along again.

“Y-Yeah. So bad. You gotta help me, babe. I’m just-...I’m so hard. Don’t think I can stop myself if you keep talkin’ like that.”

Through the receiver, Peter’s ears caught wind of a needy mewl. He gripped his cock hard, guiding his fist in firmer strokes. His legs quivered, and the heels of his Star Wars socks slid across the couch.

“Does it feel good when you touch your pretty cock like that, sweetheart?” You cooed.

Peter almost went straight into cardiac arrest. He jolted in place, feeling his cock stiffen in his grasp.

“Святой трах (Holy fuck)..." Peter suffocated on his own groans. For an instant, his words failed him, “Uhmmm…hah…wow-uh…Ебать (fuck). Feels good, yeah. Don’t think it’s enough. I need-...uhm…I want-uh…”

“Yeah? What do you want, baby. It’s okay.” You spoke so sugary sweet again.

“I-...Я просто хочу увидеть тебя (I just want to see you)...” Peter’s veins tingled under his touch, as he tugged his dick with more urgency, “Shit! I-...how come I never knew you could be like this-” And to Peter’s ultimate humiliation, he whimpered your name. Along with another whiny, “ Ебать (Fuck). ”

“Like what?” Your coy voice teased him over the line.

“I dunno…so-uh…so damn nasty.” He joked, and even through the phone; he knew he had you flustered again.

“I guess we all have our secrets, hmm? Tell me more, Pietro. When you touch yourself like that. With those big, strong hands…how’s it feel?” You asked, driving him to keep going.

Peter snorted a laugh, “Strong hands? What??” His endearing playfulness took a backseat, as he grunted into the receiver, “God…feels like my strong hand’s not enough. Мне реально тебе нужно прямо сейчас. Нужна так сильно (I really need you right now. I need you so much).” His voice fell to a whisper. Pumping his slick, crimson cock through his fist, he breathlessly pleaded, “Talk to me, baby. Please. Tell me-ohhh…tell me what you’re doin’ over there.”

You squealed a sultry giggle, further igniting Peter’s pleasured frenzy. He squirmed in his spot on the sofa, forcing himself to stay put. Battling the forces of the universe, it was all Peter could do not to race to your room. Just to spread your legs and hump you like a speedy bunny.

“Mmmm…I’m just doing what you asked me to…I’m being so good for you right now.” You whimpered.

“Oh. Okay…uhm…far out. Uh…wanna gimme the steamy details?” He heckled again, fumbling his words in his nervousness, “Please, don’t hold off on me, baby.”

“I’m…” Your precious voice wavered, teeming with awkwardness as your confidence dwindled, “I’m playing with my little pussy. Just for you. And I’m so wet. I can’t stop thinking about your hands…so big…”

“Боже мой (my god).” Peter muttered. Combating impatience brought upon by his genes, he willed himself to take things slow. His strokes became steady and teasing, as he edged his aching cock, “Holy shit, babe. Yeah? Keep goin’...”

You moaned soft squeals into the receiver, “I want you so bad, Quickie. Please, baby, don’t make me beg. Can you touch this little pussy for me? Please? Your fingers are so big. I don’t think they’d fit all at once. It’s been a while, and I’m so tight.” Your naughty voice pleaded.

“God, I wanna touch you so bad. Я хочу прикоснуться к этой сладкой киске (I want to touch that sweet pussy).” Peter’s impatience got the better of him, and he quickly gave in. He grasped his cock hard, wringing himself fast enough to make his balls bounce. Creasing his brows, he groaned, “Ohhh..What’re you tryna to do to me, babe? Talkin’ about how tight you are…Ебать…”

“But I ammmm.” You whined again, “I’m squeezing my tiny fingers so tight. It’s so soft and hot for you. Bet it’d feel really good if you stretched me. With your fingers, with your cock - fuck, Pietro. I just need you, baby.”

“Please, baby, oh, please? Wanna be inside you. Wanna feel you. I promise I won’t go too fast. Я обещаю (I promise).” Peter whimpered. But as you mewled again, another forceful wave of carnal heat crashed over Peter. In a quieter tone, he choked, “Нет, я могу. Я пойду так быстро (No, I can. I’ll go so fast).”

“Pietro, you can go as fast as you want, baby. I won’t stop you.” You pleaded, your broken voice so kittenish and wanton, “F-Fuck. I’m rubbing my clit. So sensitive. Thinking about you. Thinking about your mouth on me.”

“Ебать!!” Peter moaned through clenched teeth. His self control rapidly abandoned him. Speedily rutting his sore cock through the squeeze of his fist, his body refused to slow down, “Говоря о скорости (Speaking of speed)...” Peter craned his neck back, raising a hand to keep the handset to his ear, “You gotta stop makin’ all those cute noises, baby. Please…I can’t-”

As surges of horny pleasure circulated through his body, Peter thought of you again. He imagined you on your bed, caged under him between his arms. In his daydreams, he kissed you intimately, touching your pretty, naked body. Peter wanted to feel how wet you were for himself. And hell, the danger of pushing your friendship past its limits made you more tempting. Such a lewd, risky thought pushed him closer to the edge of something righteous.

“Baby, I wanna see you. Can I? Can I see you stroke that thick cock? Would you let me? Ohh, fuck, Pietro.” You whimpered. And your noises were so shamelessly lecherous, you could’ve made a pornstar blush, “Can I kiss it, please? Can I kiss your big cock?” You whimpered.

“О боже мой, пожалуйста (Oh my god, please)!” Peter choked, every word hitching in his throat, “Baby…babe, you can’t do this. Ya really can’t be-” He laughed lazily, his dark eyes falling half lidded. His cock throbbed, bright red and turning purple at the tip. He rutted in a speedy blur, “Stop. Stop. Stop. I’m gonna…babe, I’m gonna bust-” He slurred.

You squealed his name as loudly as your hushed voice would allow. And Peter swore he could hear the slick sound of your fingers. As they played with your pretty, little cunt.

“I’m gonna cum, baby. Please cum with me. Please? Pietro, OH~!”

“я кончаю, я кончаю (I’m cumming, I’m cumming)! ‘M Gonna-” Peter’s moans seeped through the receiver, his wet lips parting and mouth hanging open.

His swollen cock erupted in white-hot jets, coating his pecs and belly. With all his muscles tensed, Peter’s legs trembled. He rode out those lusty waves in tandem with you. The pleasure of orgasm sounded leagues more intense on your side. You took longer to cruise through it, whimpering and moaning Peter’s name. As you did, Peter basked in his momentary afterglow. Keeping the phone pressed to his ear, his head resting on the arm of the sofa; he listened to you with a smirk on his lips. At the end of your journey in ecstasy, your moans turned into flustered giggles.

Peter's thoughts reeled him in again. Imagining you, looking so sheepish and fine in his jacket. Now, he desperately wanted the real deal. To see you in all your post-nut glory. Mere seconds later, his sore cock pulsed to life again. As his hardness squirmed on his belly, Peter breathed another sigh.

On his end, you heard nothing but silence. You kept calling his name, your tired voice infused with anxiety.

“Uhm…Peter? Hey…are you there?” You asked.

And he didn't say a single word more.