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fayeforrosie · 2 years

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Our Secret

Momo x Fem! Reader

Momo is the most popular girl in her school. Everyone knows her. They know what type of clothes she likes. What type of music she likes. What type of activities she likes. However, there's one little thing that even her closest friends don't know about... and that's her feelings for you.

Standing at your locker as you grabbed your notebook for your first class, you noticed the amount of heads that turned instantaneously. Curious, you followed the plethora of stares and connected it to the “short haired beauty”, as the school would call her, and watched as she slowly walked down the hall, her best friend Sana loosely wrapped around her right arm, and Nayeon on her left.

It was every day that this would happen. Momo would walk in fashionably late to school and strut down the main hallway, makeup perfectly applied to her irresistible face, with a different outfit everyday that would flawlessly match her ideal popular-girl aesthetic.

It wasn’t that you were tired of it, or annoyed with the fact that she had all the attention. Not at all. You hated the attention anyway. However, it was the same thing over and over again every single day. Every boy and girl at school would gawk over her entire presence, and she would only be doing what any other normal high school student would do. You just didn't understand it.

Your eyes stayed glued to the girl as she continues down the hall, and just as she’s passing by, Momo suddenly makes eye contact with you, watching as you hold your notebook with one hand and swing your backpack around your shoulder with the other.

She doesn’t stop looking at you, and as she is about to pass by you and the twenty other people surrounding the area, she covertly slips a tiny folded piece of paper into your free hand and walks away, pretending as if nothing happened. Nobody seemed to notice or catch on, so you turned your back to the audience and faced your locker, opening it to hide your face as you read her note.

"Meet me in the spot after second bell"

You rolled your eyes and folded the paper back up, bending down to the bottom of your locker and lifting the bottom piece up just a smidge. Subsequently, you placed the note under the small opening, adding it to the other fifty or so notes she'd secretly slip you during the day.

Closing your locker, you made your way down the hall and began to walk to the spot the two of you would meet almost daily.

Momo was always like this. She would hide you from the rest of the world and only keeps you to herself. Nobody knew about the two of you, not even her closest friends. In fact, you wouldn’t find it hard to believe that her best friends, Sana and Nayeon, even knew your name. Momo always made an excuse to when she would abruptly leave them during lunch or when they were hanging out after school just to meet up with you, exclaiming how she needed to meet with the tutor her dad had set her up with. Momo had told the two that she was failing in math and needed to get her grade up, obviously lying, and explained how she constantly needed tutoring, being the reason why she wouldn’t be around them as much anymore.

For you, you didn’t really have an excuse, as you didn’t have many friends in the first place. You hung out with Chaeyoung, a girl you had met as a freshman and instantly clicked with, however she’s really the only person that you would talk to besides Momo.

Chaeyoung knew about the two of you and felt a bit uneasy at first, knowing how Momo would pretend she didn’t even know you when passing by during passing period. She thought it was a bit rude how Momo wouldn't even speak to you on friendly terms during school, and would never mention you to either Sana nor Nayeon. With all of this in mind, Chae tried to educate you on the negatives of this “secret relationship” the two of you had, however with all of the familiar excuses she would drop on you daily, you just couldn’t seem to escape her grasp.

It was like you were trapped by her, wrapped around her finger tips and controlled like a little puppet. She knew she had this power over you, and didn’t think twice to use this to her advantage. Momo would always tell you where to meet her, when to be there, and you would do exactly so, like the “good girl that you are” she would say. You would never treat her as if she was above you however. You knew your worth and she knew hers. You treated her just like every other person you knew, even though you did tend to listen to whatever she would tell you. Not because she was popular, but because you truly did like her.

Finally arriving at the usual spot you two would meet, an old empty classroom that had yet to be replaced, you looked up and down the small hallway to make sure the coast was clear and then pushed the door open slightly.

At the moment, a hand immediately grabbed your arm and pulled you inside, pushing you against the wall harshly. Soft, full lips were smashed up against yours as you felt a cold hand reach to grab ahold on your waist under your baggy shirt . She squeezed your sides and brought her opposite hand up to your neck, gripping it securely as she continued to kiss you as if there was no tomorrow. Her tongue slipped into your mouth smoothly as you brought your hand down to her waist and pulled her excessively closer to your body.

“I missed you”, the girl says, pulling away from your lips hesitantly, still holding her face to the same distance as it was.

Looking into her eyes, you finally got a glimpse of the girl you’ve been sneaking around with since almost the beginning of the school year.

“Did you Momo?” You ask, raising a brow at the Japanese woman in front of you.

“Of course I did. I told Sana I wasn’t going to class first period... want to skip with me?” Momo asks as she lowers her head to your exposed neck, planting soft kissing up your skin until she reaches your jaw, pulling away and averting her attention back to your eyes, awaiting your response.

“Actually I was thinking of going to class, you know, like a normal student. You should think about being one too instead of showing up everyday like you run the place”, you stated harshly, a hint of sarcasm in your voice.

“Oh really? What if I told you I do all of this to get your attention. Would you like that?” Momo raises and eyebrow and presses her lips to yours once more before pulling away.

Momo knew how Y/n felt about her. She knew Y/n would consistently confront her about the way she acted daily, annoyed about how conceited she seemed to act. She didn’t mind however, every time Y/n would say something to her about how she was, because in all honesty, she knew she was right.

Momo hated how her life was. She hated all the attention. She only acted as if she loved it so she could keep her image of the schools “hottest senior”. Everything she did was fake. Her attitude was fake. Her personality was fake. Everything. Nonetheless, when she was around you, she could finally relieve all her stress and drop her entire act. She could finally be herself.

“Is that so?” Y/n smirked and moved her hands up to the back of Momo’s neck, pulling her face closer to hers, their noses brushing up against each other with their lips no further.

“If you want me to go to class I’ll go to class for you”, Momo stated, finally a smile beginning to arise on her face.

“What if I told you I wasn’t telling the truth, and l want you to stay?"

Momo smiled and lean in, pressing her pink lips to yours for a longer, sweeter kiss. You felt her teeth bite down on your bottom lip before she pulled away once again.

“Then I would stay right here with you.”

Although you didn’t want to admit it, hearing those words caused a hint of redness to suddenly dance across your cheeks. Not wanting Momo to see, you suddenly pulled her in and swiftly placed your lips on hers. Momo instantly kissed back and pushed you further into the wall, roaming her hands down your body, gripping your waist as she slid her tongue almost halfway down your throat.

You moaned and sucked on her tongue as she pulled it out, leaning down and leaving wet kisses on your prominent collarbone, the placed she loved most. You gripped her hair and tugged on it harshly, covering your mouth to hide the evident moan, worried that someone outside would hear the two of you.

“Fuck Momo. Keep goin-” Just before you could finish your sentence, your ears perked as your heard muffled voices behind the wooden door. Momo heard them as well but didn’t seem to care as she now moved back up to your neck and sucked on your skin as hickeys began to form.

“M- Momo we have to, fuck”, you moaned, pulling her hair, and turning your neck to give her better access, knowing it was the wrong thing to do. “We have to hide Momo.”

“Fucking bitch”, Momo muttered to herself, annoyed that those cockblocking teachers outside had to ruin what she loved doing most. Thereafter, Momo grabbed your hand and pulled you into the closet closest to you two just in time as the door could be heard being opened.

Momo latched her hand onto the side of your neck and brought the other up to cover your mouth. “Be quiet”, she whispered in your ear. She pressed her lips up to your ear and began to lick the outer shell, causing your mouth to open in attempt to moan.

Knowing that your were about to, Momo pushed her hand against your mouth harder. You bit onto her hand from the inside and closed your eyes as she went back to kissing your ear, slowly making her way down to your jaw.

“I’m telling you I heard people in here! I couldn’t tell who but I know I heard something.” A student could be heard from inside the classroom, wandering around as she tried to find who belonged to the voices she heard on her way to class.

“Are you sure? It could have been the air conditioning or something. This classroom is so old, I wouldn’t be surprised”, a now older voice exclaimed, clearly a teacher.

Momo’s lips skillfully dragged along the outline of your jawline, her tongue slowly following after. Momo took her hand away from your mouth to allow you to breath before she brought her thumb up to your lips, where you didn’t hesitate to take it in your mouth, quietly sucking before your bit down on it to suppress the urge to moan.

“I guess so. Sorry Ms. Kim”, the student announced, making her way back to the door as the teacher followed behind.

“That’s alright, go back to class now.”

The door was finally shut and Y/n couldn’t help but sigh in relief, feeling much better now that the two were out of sight.

“I take it back, let’s go to class”, Y/n states once Momo finally pulled away from her.

“Alright, meet me here-”

“After last period... I know”, you cut her off, a modest smile revealing itself on your face.

“Good girl", Momo giggles and quickly leans in to peck your lips. “I’ll see you later ok?”

“Ok”, you say, allowing your lips to pull up into a goofy smile after she finally exits the room. You tilt your head down and bite your lip, giggling to yourself as you think about her... knowing you’ve got it bad.

Was lowkey in my Momo era today so I decided to right this short drabble while working on a new irene fic. I hoped you guys like this, and feel free to send me requests... I accept and will write all that I can!! Make sure to like and follow for more fics, thank you all for so many likes on my other fic!!:) Love you all<333

#twice momo #momo #hirai momo #twice #momo imagines #momo x reader #twice x reader #highschool au #secret relationship #fluff #smut ish #hirai momo x reader #twice imagines #twice hirai momo

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uncertainwallflower · 10 months

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TENDER FLESH For @jilymicrofics July 2023. Prompts: tender and icy. Words: 363. Rating: M.

Ok-ok-ok-ok-ok. So, as this month’s @jilymicrofics prompts were chosen by @athenasparrow, I thought what better opportunity to get some smut-writing practice in? (For future chapters of BTDATS 😏) With this logic, I’ve challenged myself to write a promoted microfic every day this month. Day 1: it’s not active smut (apologies, we’ll get there) but it is...mentioned?

Lily groaned. Rolled over. Morning was bleeding through the curtained windows, and the small alarm clock denoted seven o’clock. She sat up and the sheets fell away, exposing her bare skin to the icy air. She breathed her complaint, feeling around the floor for a top, and coming up with a too-large jumper that she pulled on quickly. No knickers to be spoken of. She sighed. Stood up. Quickly sat back down.

Behind her, the sheets shifted, revealing the tanned expanse of James Potters's chest. His black hair was a mess. His long-lashed eyes—unobscured by glasses tossed mindlessly away the night prior—were barely open as he hid a yawn behind his hand. Stretched. Then, as his veined arm fell back to the bed and the tips of his fingers found the downy skin of her very lower back, he asked, “What’s the matter?”

She peeked over her shoulder at him. “You’re the matter.”

“What did I do?” His voice was rough from sleep and so endearing.

Lily scoffed, feeling under the comforter in hopes of locating her underwear, and finding only James’s legs. A second glance showed his raised brows. There was no point hiding it: the ache of her hips that rendered her unable to stand, walk, function independently, for the foreseeable future. But, Merlin, he was going to be so unbearable about it. She cleared her throat. “You appear to have fucked me so thoroughly I’ve lost the use of my hips.”

There was no hiding the grin that stretched across his beautiful face. She was only glad he didn’t outwardly laugh. She scowled. His hand slid to her hip, thumb massaging circles into the tender flesh. “I’m sorry, Love.”

“You don’t look sorry.”

He made a pitiful attempt to erase the smile, pushing himself across the bed and, Merlin forbid, exposing more of his wholly naked body, so he could place a warm kiss on each of her gooseflesh hip bones. Then he looked up at her with dark round eyes and said in his most innocent voice, “Guess that means you’ll need help showering, huh?”

AO3 » ONLY AVAILABLE TO REGISTERED USERS

#day one of #jilymicrofics smutty july #BTDATS #adjacent #smut ish #bella’s microfics #jily #lily evans #james potter #jily microfic #jilymicrofics #uncertainwallflower #marauders era #between the desire and the spasm

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spookylizpg · 10 months

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Top Kuai bottom Smoke 😳

//Top Kuai is pretty interesting. . . //

I want to indulge it-

-I feel like Kuai would take advantage of his Grandmaster role and be like big and mighty with Smoke !

-Very demanding and loves a little bondage now and then- but the aftercare is all worth it

#my artwork #digital art #mortal kombat #fanart #mortal kombat fanart #mk11 #mk sub zero #mk kuai liang #kuai liang #mk smoke #tomas vrbada #subsmoke #tw suggestive #smut ish #mortal kombat 11

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m0ssybricks · 1 year

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WARNINGS:

NSFW (Semi public sex) + fluff

Word Count 853

This is my first Corey oneshot for @rebel-blue

It is a breezy, warm night at the end of summer. This was the time of year when the beginning of autumn’s chilly wind blended with the warmth of the summer sun. Ice cream trucks still were audible in the distance, the aroma of a neighbors BBQ could be picked up, and children could still be heard playing outside. It still took time for the sky's orange and pink hue to dissipate and the night sky could come out revealing the stars. You always liked this time of year, it was perfect. You loved it even more because your boyfriend Corey, was seated next to you on the sofa, cross-legged and focused on the console and screen. The soft glow of the TV as well as the open window letting in the evening sun illuminated his face. You two were playing Mario Kart and you were slightly beating him.

“Babe! You keep pushing me out of the way”

Corey joking sounds hurt.

“Sorry love but you know how competitive I am” After a few minutes of playing Corey lost. He came in 2nd you in 1st.

“Not fair, I never played this track” he jokes.

“Okay okay, how about this: Choose the next track but I want to do something with this” Corey raises an eyebrow.

“The winner has to have the loser do a dare, whatever they want.” A mischievous smile grows on Corey’s face.

“Absolutely”

“Anything they want?” he asks with a questioning tone.

“Anything” you reply.

“Let's do it”. Corey takes a few minutes to carefully select the next track in the meantime you study his features and hands. How his fingers run over the consol when his rings touch a button it makes a small click noise.

“Okay I chose Big Blue.”

“Sounds good babe, ready?” He smiled and nodded. He was surprisingly excellent at this while you were struggling to keep up.

“ Prepare to lose hon”

You two were focused on the screen the only thing you heard was the music.

“I WON” Corey’s excited shouting broke the silence. Whenever he gets excited he smiles showing his teeth and his eyes crinkle.

“Barley!” you said joking. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

“Okay so what do you want to do”

“You’ll see” a hint of mystery and sultriness was in his voice. You two hopped on the motorcycle and the gentleman that he helped you on. As you two exited the parking lot you gripped his waist and pressed your face into his back. He took the backroads of the small midwestern town as opposed to the city streets. After a few minutes, you two stopped at the woodsy park.

“Corey, babe what are we doing here”

“I've always wanted to go to the park at night and you know, do some stuff”

“Corey what the fuck?” you laughed. All of a sudden he picked you up, and threw you on his back running towards the small hill.

“So I am thinking, I never got to do this but I've always wanted to, we’re rolling down this hill.”

Corey sounded like a little kid sharing his idea. In a way, this was healing his inner child by doing the things he never got to do. He gripped your hand running up the hill and laughed. When you both made it up you and him lay down on the grass on your stomachs.

“You’re first love” Pushing your feet off the ground you rolled slowly but the momentum built up. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Corey rolling down. When you two landed on the grass-you splayed on top of him both of you laughed. Sitting up slightly you adjusted yourself and kissed his forehead, Corey was on the ground, one hand crossed over his chest which was keeping you up, the other removing the leaves from his hair. Corey softly kissed you and that soft sweet kisses turned sexy and fast in a matter of a minute Between breaths he sputtered out “I dare you to have sex with me.”

“Take your glasses, don't wanna break them,” you said this comment brought a laugh to both of you. He deeply kissed you and started to grind against you. You hooked your leg around his waist, and he let out a groan.

“Ready love?” you asked

“Yes, please!” Corey gasped out.

You lowered yourself into him both releasing a soft moan. After several minutes of sex, you both came. You were both sweaty and covered in grass but you did not care. As per usual Corey pulled you into his chest and you sloppily kissed his jawline. You both are messy and coming down from the high in each other's arms. As breathing slowed down you turned to face Corey. His sweet face met yours with pure adoration in his eyes.

“So what was the dare, rolling down the hill or sex?” You asked,

“Does it matter love?”

“Hey, I am not complaining” you laughed.

“We have got to do this more.”

“Absolutely” Corey sweetly said while pressing a kiss against your temple.

#corey cunningham x you #Corey Cunningham #corey cunningham x reader #Corey Cunningham fluff #smut ish

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r0-boat · 2 years

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I need horny ingo r0

I need this man to lose his mind after no nut November.

He takes December 1 off cause as soon as it hits midnight he's gonna be a beast on his partner.

I need more of him r0

Breeding anon

Your wish is my command

Ingo doing the No Nut November challenge

Ingo it's not like his brother he could easily do this challenge, work usually just distracts him.

Ah but Now ingo has a partner a little devil at that, you can practically feel the horns sprouting out of your head when you hear Ingo mentioning the challenge.

Anything that could crumble his self-restrained, walking around naked in his coat and cap ✔, wearing skimpy clothes and bending down in front of him✔, giving him hot kisses and rubbing against him before stopping and walking away✔, sending him pictures and videos while he's at work✔, beckoning him like the Devil himself of just the tip and promising that he won't cum.✔✔✔

All your tricks have been met with small scoldings and polite declines. Damn ingo was a tough nut to crack.

December 1st you didn't suspect anything excited to snuggle up to your boyfriend all day today was his day off. Ingo though had other plans, start your morning with a kiss but that kiss immediate turned hot and sloppy, tongue licking at the bottom of the your lips asking for entry. You squirm as you felt his hands around your body.

" if you think you can get away from the stunts you pulled last month you're mistaken." You feel something leather tap your but. Ingo sits up the riding crop in his hands "Do you remember your safe word darling? Because I don't feel like being gentle today..."

#ro.chatting #smut #smut ish #ingo.thirst

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decadentpaperduck · 2 years

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Two Hot to Handle - TASM!Peter Parker x AFAB Reader (18+)

Part 2 of “Too Hot to Handle”

A/N: Worth noting that I am winging this weird alternate universe thing with the timeline, but that’s just a by product of writing this stuff eh.

Warnings: Sexual themes, swearing, nudity, fluff

Words: 1.6k

As soon as the new cappuccino takes its place in the centre of your table, you both move to speak. You laugh and Peter sits down in front of you with a stretched, closed mouth smile. You recognise it’s implications.

"You first." Your focus drops to his arms where they sit, loosely crossed, on the table in front of him. His fingers flex and you watch as his muscles move under his skin and resist the temptation to reach out and touch him. Mostly afraid of how it will make you feel.

"I know I was a tool." He speaks frankly. You pick up your drink and quirk up an eyebrow. He’s understating it. "But when I walked out I didn't know how to come back.” Before your quick wit can fight back, he continues. “I was a guy in my mid twenties who had so many feelings he couldn’t talk about.”

"You did talk about them a bit." You challenge.

"That may be so. But you have to know there was so much more I didn't say." He inhales and casts his eyes around the room. Apprehension colours his facial features.

"Like how you were Spiderman.” His eyes snap to yours like a magnetic closure. “Are Spiderman."

"How?"

"I thought you'd tell me that." You chuckle.

"No- how did you know?!" All guys at that age were something of an enigma, or fancied themselves to be, but Peter was especially distant and mysterious. When things ended between you and he managed to make himself off grid, you began to wonder. All speculation at the time, but Peter’s reaction is certainly telling.

"Spandex doesn't leave much to the imagination.” You tease. “Something about the shape of his...body...was familiar." You smile mischievously.

"You're telling me, you knew I was Spiderman because of the outline of his c-"

"No, but I do know now!" The blush on Peter's face made you want to kiss him.

"Are you serious?"

"About your cock? No. About knowing you're Spiderman, 100%."

"...when did you realise it was me?"

"Shortly after you left. Obviously I saw Spiderman on screen a hell of a lot more than I saw you, in any capacity and I could just see that same...energy."

"Is that what we are calling my dick now?" Your free hand covers your face.

"Pete!" His face softens, a strange, sweetness spreading over it. "…What?"

"Something about being called Pete makes me feel like a 40 year old man who harasses women at the bar." You suppress the laughter. "But when you say it..." He looks down. "At the risk of sounding as much a prick as I was when we last saw each other, can we go somewhere more private? I don't think everyone needs to know how badly Spiderman regrets his last sexual encounter with you."

“Excuse me?!”

“No I-”

“Christ Peter, I think I got the hint enough when you left after it happened.”

“No, please.” He raises his hands as though he is going to reach out and touch you. But he doesn’t. “That’s not what I meant and exactly what we need to talk about.” His eyes keep flicking to your mouth and whilst you so desperately want to slap him, part of you can't dismiss the way it felt before he left you last. You nod, leaving the cappuccino on the table to follow him out the door.

When he opens his flat door he stands to the side, ushering you through. "Please, ladies first."

"Plural? Damn. Once a ladies man, always a ladies man I guess." He rolls his eyes.

"I'm a one at a time guy. The last was...a French teacher. Spoke a lot of French. It was hot." You spin around with a look of what must be shock. “You know, I think I am going to shut my mouth and think about what I say before I say it.”

Your silence allows the thoughts to ruminate. You two have been nothing to one another for a long time. You only wished you'd made the most of your singledom. "Your bothered about the French teacher." He says, sitting down on the couch.

"It has nothing to do with me." You speak softly. Though true, it's hard to admit. It’s hard for Peter to hear too. He didn’t want to leave, he just thought he was doing the right thing. As it stands, he seems to have no measure of the way in which to minimise people’s pain.

“I wish it did.”

“Okay, next time you guys get it on, send me a quick text.” You jest weakly and he rolls his big, beautiful eyes.

"You're so annoying."

"So are you." You defend. You pause. You shake your head. “All this time and you swan in like nothing changed." There was a distance to your words, as if you’d thrown them into the air particles of the apartment, not wanting to address the electric thoughts running through you.

"I know."

"And nothing has." You whine immaturely, putting your head in your hands, leaning over your lap.

"I know." He strokes the back of your neck, tentatively: possibly the most intimate moment you had shared with one another in all the time you had known him. "Can I ask why?"

"Why what?" Your voice is muffled.

"Why has nothing changed for you?"

“Maybe coming to terms with you being Spiderman softened your exit and helped me understand some of it. It wasn’t your typical fuck boy going off to fuck my best mate or something. You just disappeared and it kind of hurt.” Your words fade.

"How did you really know I was Spiderman?"

"Like I said…or implied, it was a guess! Though an educated one. But you are the most recklessly, selfless man I know. Even without webs or superpowers you would have leapt off a bridge for-" You stop. Peter looks uncomfortable. He did jump off a bridge. For Gwen.

"Peter." You sigh and put your hand over his. He turns his hand and your palm falls into his daintily.

"I loved her a lot." You nod. "But in a way I..." He squeezes your hand. "She died so long ago, people always said I was still in love through college. I think still having to be Spiderman, every waking hour, mostly, meant I couldn't ever separate the superhero loss from my heart’s loss." You blink, unprepared for such a conversation. "Something you did that day or something about how you made me feel felt like I was cheating on her."

"I'm sor-"

"No, no. Don't apologise. You weren't to know I was there when it happened." He swallows and you sense a shift. “Can I kiss you?” You are thankful for him taking control of the situation.

You share a soft, gentle kiss and a smile between you. It’s a relief. For both of you. Peter leans in again, confidence finding its way into the kiss, making it deeper, darker and hotter.

You feel it low in your body and moan. Peter pulls back, staring at you with something like alarm.

"What? Forgotten what a woman enjoying herself sounds like?"

"I will not make a comment about pleasing women and instead refer you to the knowledge that I had committed that sound to memory and wondered if I had actually heard it or made it up again." He eyes up your neck before going in, nipping, sucking and licking. You sigh loudly and crumble under his advances. You reach over and stroke the stiff denim of his vintage jeans. He groans against your neck and you continue, undoing the buttons and zipper with only a slight fumble. "Nervous, sweetheart?" The reality was staggering. The idea of fucking him was one thing, but his confession about the moan had you wondering if he was just as sentimental about this as you were.

You look down and see Peter has been freed from the confines of his boxers and you are breathless with what you feel might be fear. "Is it how you remember?" His breathy whisper is accompanied by a smirk, making your heart race.

"Peter, if you think I've spent five years committing your genitals to memory you've got another thing coming." You laugh, weakly.

"Hopefully you." His fingertips trace up your left thigh, disturbing the dress in its place. "You want to come, don't you?" His eyes search yours as you struggle to catch your breath. "I've missed this." Somehow his hand is under your dress, stroking at the front of your underwear. You gasp. "Such a good pussy. Fuck knows I haven't forgotten it in five years." Each slow graze of his fingers has you hooked on every word. "You in there?" He kisses your jaw. You can't speak. Something akin to a squeak passes your lips and he throws his head back with laughter, withdrawing his fingers from the tormenting. You can’t recall the last time he bellowed like that. For a long time he seemed troubled. He was troubled. You just didn't know how badly at the time.

You want to envelop him in your arms and kiss him forever, but the ache in your chest tells you you don’t know how long you have.

You're looking at him for some time before you realise he's caught your empathetic gaze. "You look gorgeous when you look at me like that." The thoughts flow freely from his conscience.

"How am I looking at you?"

"Like you want to protect me or something."

"I suppose I do."

"I am definitely ruining the sentiment when I'm sat here with my dick out."

"Yes. Yes you are.”

#part dos #two hot to handle #peter parker #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter parker x you #reader insert #au #coffee shop au #i guess #the amazing spider man fic #smut ish #peter parker fluff #fluff ish #hope you enjoy idk #tjwrites

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smut-queen23 · 2 years

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lad-liam-1674 · 2 years

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Ok but like a final girl who beats the killers head in with a v!br@tor just takes it and beats his ass to a bloddy pulp. Bonus points of she's a lesbian who was saving her girlfriend from the killer, They will get married at the end because lesbians deserve more representation damit.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk 😌

#horror #lgbtq #smut ish #lol #gay women #ted talks

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ventique18 · 1 year

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Warning: smut -ish headcanon

Malleus' version of a pubescent awakening (a hundred years very late) is finally swapping out his phone's default homescreen picture to a suggestive picture of prefect that they sent to him as a joke.

And then the Diasomnia crew sees it and foams in the mouth from utter shock of how much a degenerate their prince has become (or actually is).

Note: he only uses his phone to take pictures of gargoyles or flowers or prefect-- even their suggestive photos because he doesn't know how to download those passcode locked photo apps

Bonus headcanon: he spends a few seconds just breathing hard with pupils blown wide when he sees prefect come out of the shower. He's just a mega simp.

#ventique rambles #smut ish #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #malleyuu

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luveline · 1 year

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𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝? | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

Your best friend Eddie tries to explain what a hickey feels like and finds he doesn't have the words. He could show you, though, if you want? [3k]

fem!reader, shy!reader, implied inexpereinced!reader, friends-to-lovers, pining, mdni heavy petting, hickeys, lots of hickeys, marking up, neck kissing, shoulder kissing, heat of the moment confessions, eddie being flirty but also a good friend, requested here

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Eddie strokes down the length of his guitar neck almost tenderly. You're focused on his hands rather than his mouth as he recounts last night's date to you, distracted by the deft movement of his fingers, which aren't exactly small. It's an oxymoron —paradoxical, even— that his thick fingers would move with such gentle precision.

You shift around where you're sitting on his bedroom floor, criss-cross applesauce with an uncomfortable heat rising from the bottomless pit of your stomach to your tight collar. The white button up you'd worn under your sweater vest is a size too small. You're really starting to notice.

You peel out of the vest and hope it'll help you calm down.

"She wasn't exactly sweet," Eddie says, plucking a string, listening to the sound, and tuning it this way or that depending on how he liked it. "I think she wanted to get it over with, which isn't really my thing. She was in my lap before I could make it clear I wasn't interested in anything quick."

You lift your gaze from his hands. He must feel you watching his face. He looks up in tandem and smiles reassuringly. "It's fine. I kind of thought she was getting into it, she was like a vampire on me at one point, but I wasn't feeling it and it's clear she wasn't either. Drove her home. How was your night, d'you watch that tape?"

You trace the coil of a black curl down to his shoulder, and can't force yourself to meet his eyes as you ask, "A vampire?"

"What?"

"She was like a vampire at one point, you said." Eddie's arm goes still. "What did you mean by that?" you ask.

He puts his guitar down on the floor. You worry you've said something truly dull for him to place his sweetheart in such a rush, but Eddie's like that. He can tell you're embarrassed no doubt, and he's giving you the answer to your question as swiftly as he can to soothe the wound.

"Here, look," he says. He pushes his hair away from his neck on one side and tilts his head, bearing a wine-stained curve of skin to you unabashedly. "She kissed me. She gave me a hickey, used a lot of teeth. That's why it's bruised so much on the edges."

Warmth you've never felt rushes in, like your blood has superheated, and it's written on your face. Eddie's room feels suddenly a thousand times smaller than before and more intimate, his poster wallpaper curving in, the space between you inching closer.

"Sorry," he says, "I know it's kind of weird to show you."

"No, I'm sorry," you say, mortified. "I shouldn't have asked you."

"Yeah, you should. You didn't get it and now you do. I don't mind telling you."

Eddie lets his hair fall back against his neck, a kinky curtain that looks ridiculously soft in the orangey light of his lamp. There's a butter smoothness to it, and the way he moves as he does is worse, his hand open and reaching for you. He doesn't hold your hand, doesn't even try, just lets his upturned palm hang off the edge of his knee as if to say, Ask me whatever it is you want to ask me. It's cool.

"Why would she do that?" you ask, gesturing to your neck.

"It's not her fault, I was flirting with her a ton trying to make it work."

"Not like that."

Eddie's hand turns toward his knee. "Like what?"

Your hand drifts to your own neck absentmindedly. You get kissing, wanting to be kissed and wanting to give them. You understand why she kissed his neck; if you'd been in her position, alone in the car with Eddie laying his charm on thick, you might climb the console and push aside his hair too.

"I know why she kissed you. I don't see why she…" You rub your lips together, your embarrassment turning sharp. You hate how humiliating this feels. "I know what a hickey is, Eds, but why would you want one?"

His turn to fluster. The tiniest tinge of pink paints his cheeks. "Are you asking me why I enjoyed it?"

"Did you?"

You despise yourself, truly. Worse when Eddie laughs, his chest forward, hair falling in his face as he chuckles sincerely.

"Yeah," he says, smiling at you "I liked it. Before she started trying to kill me I was having a good time."

He doesn't put you through the agony of asking what you both know he wants to.

You've never had one?

"It feels warm, and it's– you know how being kissed gives you butterflies, right? It's better than that. It's hot, and all her weight is on you and you have your hand on her back trying to pull her in, and she's as close as she can be without, you know." Something flickers across Eddie's face. Not longing, but a remembered pleasure. It makes you squirm.

"I don't see how it doesn't just hurt."

The hand that hadn't been reaching for you holds a pick. He flashes it between his fingers, a party trick, a nervous tic, his eyelashes tangling together as his eyelids inch closed. He scrunches his face up for a second.

"Don't hate me if I ask you something weird," Eddie says, eyes shut tight.

You don't think you could. You watch Eddie's face, knowing he can't see your analysis, and feel a shock of pins and needles in your hands when his eyes open and immediately lock on to yours.

"Do you want me to give you one?" he asks.

Your lips feel like they've been glued shut. You're aware of your breathing, how shallow each inhale has become, but you can't do anything about it.

He has the decency to acknowledge what position his question puts you in, "I know it might be weird but I can't describe it to you if you don't know what it feels like."

You surprise him. You surprise yourself. "Uh, yeah. Okay."

"Yeah?"

"It doesn't hurt?"

"Not unless you want it to." A hint of a smirk plays on his lips, though it fades quickly. "It doesn't hurt. That's not the point. But it can feel… foreign."

You nod jerkily, wishing you knew what to do.

The atmosphere is thick enough to cut through. Neither of you like it. Eddie gives you another type of smile, a familiar one that says, I'm your best friend, I always will be, so please chill out.

"You're gonna have to sit in my lap."

You actually laugh. "Eddie," you chastise, thinking it's a bad joke.

"Sorry, sweetheart, but it's that or the bed." His teasing tone is light, but he still adds, "I mean, we can do it sitting next to each other but it's difficult. Whatever you want, though."

You climb up on your knees. You're shy, absolutely, you always will be and especially when Eddie's teasing, but he really is your best friend, and the bed isn't happening.

He doesn't scare you.

He grins and ushers you toward him. "Alright, come here." He tugs one of your thighs over his lap and your breath catches. He grabs the other and any laughter between you abruptly dies.

You settle over his lap with an expression not far from pained. Eddie's hands rest against your thigh and your hip. He has to look up at you now, and he does as he encourages your weight firmly downward. You're more than conscious of where you're positioned.

"Do me a favour?" he asks.

"Yeah." You put your hand on his chest tentatively.

"Don't suffer through it if you hate it, okay? All you have to do is say something and I'll stop, but if you feel like you can't, a good right hook would work too."

"I'm not gonna hurt you," you protest.

"Me neither," he says. His hand lifts from your thigh to your neck, and he brushes his fingertips down the curve of it ineffectually. It would feel good if you weren't choking on air. "Relax, sweetheart. Please."

"I'm really warm."

"Your shirt's too tight anyway," he says, hand at your collar. He thumbs open your top button, a second, and exposes the flat of your chest. His fingers slide across your neck as he folds back your starched collar. They're cool compared to the raging heat he finds there.

You take a deep breath.

"You could put your hands in my hair," he says. Wishful thinking has hope colouring his tone.

You put your hands on his shoulders. The very tips of your fingers partition his curls.

He raises an arm above your mess of limbs to weave a hand behind your ear. It's then that you feel his callouses, so rough against the delicate skin of your scalp. Despite their texture, you find it feels good. He tucks his hand in tight, and slowly, slowly turns your head to the side.

"Look up," he murmurs.

You lift your head and stare at the ceiling with widened eyes.

He can't know but he does, and he says, "Close your eyes." The heat of his breath kisses your neck.

You shiver at the suggestion of his lips, and again when they press to your skin. Close-lipped, Eddie kisses the skin just under your ear where on the opposite side of your head his thumb strokes quarter circles. You're quickly overwhelmed by the duelling sensations. You don't notice his lips have parted until he's kissing a sloven path downward, his spit cooling in wake.

This isn't a hickey, this is straight up kissing, and you don't know what to do with how you feel. You hide your hands in his hair.

It tugs him forward. He reads your hands for enthusiasm, and if it is or isn't he pulls you closer still and opens his mouth against your skin. His teeth are impossible to ignore.

Your hand works further into his hair, getting caught in a tangle as he sucks your skin between his lips. His lazy mouthing turns insistent but still gentle, his teeth scratching ever so slightly at your pulse as it capers beneath his ministrations. You gasp at the warmth blossoming under your ribs. You cup the back of his neck a touch too tight.

He doesn't stop kissing you, only grabs your wrist to stop you from choking him out. You make a sound you've never made with him before, a mewl, all breathless and teary as the sensation worsens. Which is to say, betters.

He breaks a particularly rough kiss to suck in breath, his nose sliding up the curve of your neck as he leans back. "You okay?" he murmurs, half-lidded eyes locking onto your flushed face.

"Why does it feel like that?" you ask.

He drops his head, his nose level with your chin. "I don't know," he says, punctuating with a kiss right there, the closest bit of skin he can find. "Want me to do it again?"

You swallow and he must see it. He says nothing, wrapping his arms around your waist as he waits for you to respond. Your stomach pushes into his, your arms braced on his shoulder so you don't collapse into his front, limp with touch.

"Sweetheart, can I do it again?" he asks.

"Yeah," you say, quiet but enthusiastic. "Please."

He's slower this time. Eddie leans into your neck and doesn't kiss you at first, his lips so close to your skin that you can feel their phantom. You skin tingles from his previous scandalising, and it doesn't beg, skin can't beg, but you can, you curl your arm behind his neck and hook his head there, crushing his hair to the crook of your arm. He doesn't take much convincing beyond that. His lips smush against your neck and you feel every millimetre as they part, heat and warmth and wet spreading like budding flowers come to bloom. You melt into him soon after, and Eddie takes your weight in stride, hand at the small of your back and pulling you in so hard you can feel his ribs.

When you think you're used to it —not used to it, but expecting what can be expected— Eddie nips you. Tiny dainty kisses broken up with a nibbling you'd couldn't describe as anything but playful. He laughs at your gasping and does it again, again, giddy hot laughter mixed with one of the strangest feelings you've ever been subjected to. You're molten. You're dizzy with it.

Eddie pulls back enough to ask, "I'm gonna undo another button, okay? Just one. Is that alright?"

"What for?"

"So I can kiss your shoulder. Just your shoulder." He sounds pleading, desperately excited in a way you've never heard him and you want to know what it'll feel like, so you let him.

This next button unveils the top of your bra and the soft hills of your breasts. He doesn't look, barely glances at his hand as he tugs your shirts down your arm, diving into the juncture of your neck like he needs it to breathe. His kisses are proper compared to some of the stuff he's been doing, but then he opens his mouth and the flat of his tongue wets your skin as he kisses kisses kisses down your shoulder. His hand is somewhere under your shirt, fingers slipped under your bra strap and pulling teasingly at the elastic as he eases you down in his arms. You're shorter than him where you'd started taller, totally compressed in his arms and at his mercy.

When he pulls back, the slimmest ribbon of spit shines between your shoulder and his lips. He wipes his face with the back of his hand, his eyes glassy, and that hand cups your face. He pretty much grabs you, but there's not a lick of cruelty in his touch. Eddie's rough. Never cruel.

"You're on fire," he says. It's objective rather than joking. "You're so hot. Do you want to stop?"

"Not– not unless you want to," you say, trying to quieten your breathing. You sound like you've run a marathon. It feels like it.

"I'm gonna give you a real one, cool?"

"I didn't know they weren't real."

"Oh, sweetheart," he says, and his eyes are damning, a loving pity in the black of his blown pupils, "I was just warming you up."

Your mind blanks.

"Make sure I can hide it," you say.

You aren't thinking straight, concerned about hiding his hickeys but not what this means for the two of you. His unexpected hunger, and your willingness to let him eat you whole.

"I don't think you can hide it anymore," he says, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

You look down at his lips. They're rosy, swollen from the pressure.

He sees you looking.

He yanks you in by the waist and sizes you up, almost, like he's calling your bluff, not spiteful but something mean about him as he stares at your mouth in return.

Like he doesn't want you to make the mistake. Like he knows you won't.

His hand tips your chin up high and he ducks his own down. An inch and you'd be kissing. That's all it would take.

"Is that really what you want?" he asks.

"I don't know," you say. Is it what he wants?

It has to be.

"Have you wanted to, before?" He draws a line down your cheek with his marriage finger. Fast as a heavy tear. "You want me to kiss you?"

"Yeah," you whisper, trying to make sense of this, your sudden confession, a secret want pushed into the light.

Eddie turns his hand and strokes down your cheek with the back of it, pushing any dampened baby hairs away from your skin. His gaze softens.

"Was that so hard?" he asks.

"You knew?"

He kisses you. He's smiling, and he doesn't take just one. He must kiss you four or five times, your lips parted enough to know he could push it further if he wanted, but he doesn't. These kisses are unhurried, missing the ravenous passion of his hickeying but not the fondness.

"You don't know how hard it is," he says after he's broken away, his forehead tipped against yours, "how hard it is to have someone look at you like you look at me everyday, like I'm something you can't have."

"I didn't know–" you knew. You felt the same. His kissing is evidence alone. it's confessional.

"I know. Guess I thought nothing good would come of it, but– but I don't want good. I want you."

He pulls back quickly, like you've said something confessional rather than him. He surprised himself.

"I'm not good?" you ask.

"You're good. You'll ruin me, that's all."

You don't have time to ask him what he means by that. He kisses you again, kisses your cheek, draws a line of crescent moons down along your neck to the mess he's made of you. He kisses– he sucks your neck so hard, so sudden, that goosebumps erupt and you can't stop yourself from saying, "Ohh," as you cling to his shoulders.

This is the vampire thing he'd talked about, the points of his teeth stark against your skin even now. There's another layer of vulnerability unveiled here, knowing that he could really hurt you and knowing he never would. He kisses you until you're overwhelmed by him. Heat everywhere. Sweat shining on your skin. You don't want anything else but this.

You squeak as the pressure turns from pleasurable to too much. Eddie hears the pain in it and pulls away, instantly sorry and willing to prove it, his hands cradling your face.

You pant. He shushes you gently.

"Sorry, baby." He pets your cheeks.

Your head falls back, too heavy on your sore neck. You feel wiped.

Wiped, but good. Lax.

"That was nice," you say breathlessly.

Eddie sits up and drags you with him, hand behind your neck to prop you up. He's laughing again, his awful sweet laugh that you've heard a thousand times before. It never fails to make you smile.

"You're like a dead fish."

You cover an eye with your hand. "I take it the romance is over."

"You thought that was romantic? Babe, I'm only getting started."

Eddie gives you a quick peck. Where his hickey had felt like the heart of a star growing hotter with each passing second, his smaller kiss feels like the sun through blinds, a dappling of warmth.

"Are you messing with me?" you ask.

He pushes his arms over your shoulders for a hug.

"No. Not messing with you." His nose rubs against the shell of your ear. "It's about time we talked."

You let your hand drift down the dip of his back.

"Okay," you mumble. Talking. You need to talk about whatever it is that just happened.

"...Maybe I'll get you a glass of water first," he adds.

"That's a good idea."

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed, and if you did, please consider letting me know/reblogging, it means the world to me and makes a big difference!! ♡ NOTE: Eddie def pines back if that isn't fully clear, I tried to imply it with his date where he could've hooked up with someone but didn't go through with it, it was cos he's too in lurve

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