#i really dunno what to say i feel like i should write smth

[mashinalyag]

stinky pile of OC stuff i drew during summer mostly and didnt feel like posting

#sadfishrevolutionerrobots #sadfishrevolutionerrobots are guys and gals on the pics 2-4 they are my most precious children #pics 1 and 5 are not my ocs #i really dunno what to say i feel like i should write smth #art #all art #OC art

[onlyseokmins]

size matters • l.c.

Pairing: lee chan x afab!reader Genres: major smut (minors PLS dni!), losers + idiots + besties to lovers Warnings: *deep breath* MONSTER COCK CHAN, swearing, love me some switch action, reader does not use specified pronouns but refers to their pussy as "she", reader also wears a skirt, pet names, alcohol and goofy drunk antics, bad humor, use of "whore/slut", tons of dirty talk, they're kinda pervs, mentions of toys, masturbation (fem), hints to past sexual partners, mentions of oral (male), actual oral (fem. receiving), car sex (kind of), condoms, fingering (fem. receiving), WAP lmao and squirting, bantering, degradation, wee bit praise, unprotected/protected MESSY sex, underwear play (??? lmao), precum play (??), edging, face-riding, groping/manhandling, objectification, reverse cowgirl position, bulge kink, slapping/spanking, possession, almost choking, biting, tears and crying, a bit of overstim and if i missed smth lmk sdfjkajdf WC: 8.3k A/N: this started out purely self-indulgent as usual and reads like a bad pornhwa but it's also nana month so a happy early birthday to @bitchlessdino because i will be asleep when the clock actually strikes 12 tomorrow! and bc i will dedicate all chan content to the loml! this is like my 3rd longest fic on this blog and 4th longest fic ever and it's just utter filth and smut... hate it here. i always get into a crazy headspace when i write for this man. i hope y'all enjoy my delusions before i retire out of shame 😬

"I'm worried my dick's too big."

Laughter bubbles in your chest at the same time the beer you'd just taken a swig of swishes around in your mouth. It's so like your best friend to say something stupid. Especially when your mouth is full.

He frowns in mild annoyance as you rock back and forth with mirth, struggling not to spit out your drink and make a mess. But also trying to refrain from choking. Because if you die, you sure as hell will find a way to make sure everyone knows that a dumbo and his terrible concern over having a big cock drove you to your demise in such an unfortunate manner.

And no one wants that.

"I dunno what's so funny," the man in question irritably gripes, "but for god's sake, calm down and swallow."

Though it ends up that Chan is the one gulping first. Ears burning and eyes widening when you wiggle your brows deviously and do as he says. Sticking your tongue out for good measure — just for proof that yes, you did swallow —  but he's quickly whipping his gaze away. Head turning to the side as if that does anything to hide the embarrassing look overtaking his expression. 

He thinks you'll back off, hoping the nervous twiddling of his fingers will deter further teasing. But he should really know better. The telltale signs are littered across the table in front of him and even overpower your usual sweet scent when you lean close into his personal space.

"So, you like it when someone swallows versus spits for you, Channie?"

"You're drunk."

"So are you." 

Because that's what happens every movie night. The two of you enjoy too many beers after a feel-good show and start talking nonsense.

"Yeah, and we're having a very serious conversation right now. A drunk one. But still, serious."

You purse your lips. "You're bluffing. No way you're complaining about the hugeness of your dick. 'Cause no one does that."

"It's not like I'm trying to boast or even insecure, I'm just worried."

"Worried about what?" you snort and push at his shoulder. "There'd be no reason to worry if you know how to use it. In the end, size doesn't matter at all."

Chan quirks an eyebrow, side-eyeing you. "At all?" 

"If your technique is good, it shouldn't matter as long as everyone feels satisfied. You know, you just gotta hit that one spot…" 

You start doing hand motions to demonstrate your point that seem wildly inappropriate and are honestly so drunkenly uncoordinated to the point that Chan not only feels compelled to stop you but doubts anyone would feel good from that. Then again, he's never really managed to partake in sloppy sex, so who knows? 

He grabs your hands to still them and though you no longer move, you protest. "What? You'll have 'em seeing and feeling stars! To be honest… you prolly will too if ya try your best."

"You know, I do know how to pleasure someone. It's not really an issue once I'm inside, it's just getting there that's kind of a problem."

"Channie, are you secretly a virgin?" You lay your head on his shoulder, hand running down his forearm and weaving your fingers between his. "Issokay if you are."

"You know I'm not!"

"Well, yeah I guess you're a bit of a whore. Still love you no matter what."

Chan chokes out your name in frustration. "All I'm saying is that I have a huge cock and I'm sad about it!"

"And you keep saying I'm drunk. Look, you're valid in being… upset about having a fat dick even if I don't understand. Just telling you that sometimes a ton of prep is helpful and even a decent amount of lube. No shame in that. Not everyone's built to take a large-ass, whopping cock." And then you mumble extremely quietly, "If it's even that big."

Unfortunately, he hears you and scoffs. Popping his shoulder up to gently shove you off him. Though that only causes you to grasp for his sweatpant-clad thigh and hold onto it for dear support in your half-drunken stupor. The perverted part of both your brains flash to your hand squeezing tightly around something else; the unmistakable heat of said something else radiating towards the closest part of your hand and causing a hot rush to flare across your entire body.

Or maybe that's just the alcohol.

Doesn't stop you from shamelessly ogling what you can only presume to be his bulge, gray fabric stretched over his groin and straining against muscular thighs. 

"Are you flaccid right now?"

"What's it to you?"

"Just curious. Thinking about my different dildo sizes."

He balks at that. "Pl-please don't."

"Yeah, not sure I wanna compare what your dick would realistically feel inside me," you admit even if you find it difficult to tear your hungry eyes away to take in Chan's mortified expression. 

"Can we stop talking about my personal parts now?" he squeaks out and you shoot him a dubious side-eye even though you do easily acquiesce.

"With pleasure. Speaking of which…"

Chan's hushed groan of "Oh dear" goes ignored even after you drape an arm on the back of the couch behind his head, lay the other across his chest, and splay your legs over his lap. Your lips end up leaving a sticky residue on his cheek, neck, and ear as you graciously whisper your own sex secret — the spontaneous topic of tonight — to him. 

"Only my bullet vibe has the ability to make me squirt. None of the others, not even the thirteen-inch one with suction ridges. So yeah, hm… size doesn't matter, does it Channie?"

"Well, those are toys and uh… my big dick is simply what it is. A big, regular human dick. Nothing fancy."

"Then you should try harder."

He apologizes for having such blatant ignorance about the matter and then eventually you end up falling asleep together. 

Limbs tangled and wrapped around one another just like every other night you doze off with the comfort of the other's body warmth. And like usual, you and Chan peer at each other with eyelids heavy from sleep and goofy but comforting smiles — merely inches apart when the sun's rays sneak a peek through the blinds to shine onto your faces. Because everything's normal and just right between the two of you. 

Like always.

Except it's not.

All you can think about is your best friend's dumb, gargantuan cock and his weird embarrassment about it. If you didn't know Chan as well as you do, you might think he was just using that as an excuse to get into your pants but you know better. He's genuinely perturbed over his too-big dick! 

You let out a sigh. Warm breath fans the tip of your ear while large hands lay on your hips, ringed fingers teasing the bare skin revealed by the daring crop top you decided to wear tonight.

"Am I boring you, baby?"

"Kind of," you admit, displeased that you weren't enjoying the usual thrill of grinding on the dancefloor with a hot man. Turning around to face said man, you purse your lips. "How would you feel if you had a big dick, Cheol?"

He raises an eyebrow in the self-assured way only the Choi Seungcheol can. "Shouldn't you be asking what it's like possessing the largest dick of the century?"

"Not helping, I'm not talking about big dick energy."

"That's not what you said when it was shoved halfway down your throat."

"Can't say much if I'm sucking someone off, you dolt. And I said you made my jaw hurt 'cause you're a guy that likes it rough, not 'cause I thought your dick was overly huge."

"Brat," Seungcheol says rather affectionately, "so whose humongous cock are you taking tonight?"

Your eyes wander over his shoulder to the bar, the same place he noticed your gaze strayed towards all night. A glee-filled smirk is on your face when you meet his eyes again though you only casually state with a shrug, "An absolute loser's."

"Wasn't aware it was self-pleasure night, sweetheart," he jokingly snorts, nudging you in that direction before you can get too mad at him. But not without delivering a playful slap on your ass as a 'good luck to charm' to send you on your way. "Go get 'em, Tiger!"

The cocky bastard must think you're after Soonyoung tonight, who greets you by placing a polite kiss on the cheek and a casual side hug. Though he looks hella fine tonight with slicked-back hair and donning the signature head-turning 'leather jacket, silver jewelry' fit that Seungcheol is sporting, he's not who you have in mind.

You squeeze him back though, always ready to return the affection you receive. "Rare to not see you dancing, tough crowd tonight?"

"Nah, I just have my priorities set." He angles his head toward the bartender who sneaks subtle glances at the two of you as if to distinguish what intentions you had approaching such a striking man. 

That they just so happen to have their eyes on. Luckily Soonyoung does too.

"Ah, well, so do I!" 

Never one to want to get stuck between two people and cause a potential misunderstanding, you pat him on the arm, wink encouragingly at the bartender, and skip away to find the person who's been occupying your mind for the past few days in a very different way like crazy.

Chan hasn't moved from where you last caught sight of him — in the corner of the bar nursing the same glass of bourbon for far too long. There's distinctly more water in it from the rapidly melting ice ball than alcohol but you still ease it out of his grasp. Taking a sip only to wrinkle your nose in disgust.

Your best friend observes your expression with a bemused one of his own after you hand it back, lip gloss staining the rim. A far cry from the darkened, sultry stare that followed as you moved from one gyrating body to the next. You wonder how you've never noticed it before. But then again, you yourself have never thought about him in that kind of way until now. 

While momentarily lost in your thoughts, Chan's working on getting the attention of Soonyoung's flirt target to order your favorite drink. But you place a hand on his arm, squeezing the firm muscle beneath your fingertips. 

"I wanna go home."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just feel like leaving."

He shakes his head. "You looked like you were having a good time."

"Ooh… are you jealous?"

"Hah, jealous? No. Concerned that someone did something you didn't like? Yeah."

"There will be," you tug him by the open collar of the flannel he's wearing so you're nose-to-nose, "if he doesn't take me back to his place right now."

His eyebrows raise, eyes widening as they drop down to the pouty curve of your lips. You swear he even peers at your cleavage with the tiniest of squints before finishing what little bit of liquor is left, standing, and pulling you along with him outside.

Walking to his car parked by the sidewalk is truly a breath of fresh air, the chill of the evening breeze and city noises rushing by helps bring Chan back down to earth. No longer on the crazy high fueled by the hypnotic, seductive thrall of the nightclub's booming bass that adds to him being wholly entranced by your teasing allure. 

Now it's just you and him. Simple as usual, getting ready to drive around.

"You want to go to my place?"

"Yeah."

He starts the engine, checking the side mirror to estimate when there will be an available opening to pull out. "Whaddya wanna do, stop somewhere for snacks?"

"Sure. Maybe condoms too."

"I'm sorry, what?" It's a good thing the car's still in park when his foot stomps on the gas pedal out of shock, revving the engine and making you both jump. "Why?"

Chan even goes as far as to steal a glance over his shoulder at the backseat. As if you had miraculously snuck in someone from the club that you were planning to fuck and he didn't know about it. 

There's no one there, of course.

"Why… are we picking up… condoms?" he repeats. "I um, I have a bunch of unopened boxes i-if you need them."

"You do? Good."

"Uh, can you at least let me know how many are used so I don't suddenly run out?"

Your eyebrows raise though he doesn't even dare look at you. "Do you think you'll cum that much?"

"Pardon?! N-no, I only have a surplus because I bought them in bulk!"

"I thought you weren't having sex a lot because you have such a big cock. One that rarely goes inside anyone."

His hands cover his face. "I'm saying it's fine if you want to use them!"

"Gee, thanks. You want me to make condom balloon animals or something?"

One brown eye glares at you between fingers. "… If you're into that."

"I bet extra large ones would make brilliant animal balloons but that's a sad waste when they could go around a dick instead. I mean it can't be easy for you to find ones that don't break. Whatever, at least you have a ton. And as you know I'm on the pill."

He has to know. He has to ask. "Are you confused or is it just me?"

"Clearly, because I don't know why you think I'd be into filling condoms with air and not cock."

"Forgive me if I'm wrong, but — I mean like there's no way — but are you implying that you want to… you know, with me…?"

"Whaddya mean 'no way'? Fuck yeah, I wanna fuck you! Sorry, was that not clear?" 

Chan chokes on his saliva and has a brief hacking fit. "No?!" 

"Damn, uh… my bad. Sorry, I thought it was super obvious. Simply put, I can't get the thought of you out of my mind or my pussy, so yeah. We should totally bang. Have sex and all that. Only if you want to obviously. No hard feelings if not."

Oh god, yes he does. Since he now knows that you can squirt, let alone with something as small as a little bullet vibrator, all he can think about is what would happen if he teased your cunt with the thick head of his cock. It's been driving him absolutely feral and fueled a rather ugly feeling when he saw Seungcheol all over you earlier. 

But now that he knows you want him? Maybe just as much as he wants you? Explicitly? 

He starts driving in an attempt to help collect himself. You're at ease, able to read him well and know he'll need some time to process and organize his thoughts. So, you wait in silence while he does just that, and when he speaks again his voice is low, laced with utter desire.

"You've been thinking about me?"

"Uh-huh."

"Your pussy has too?"

"Mhm, Channie… she's been crying for you like crazy."

"Fuck," he mutters and grips the steering wheel tightly to avoid swerving into the berm. He rasps out in a desperate beg, "C-can you touch yourself for me? Let me hear how loud she is?"

And you sweetly oblige with a hushed, "Of course," and can't lift your miniskirt up faster than you do now, pushing the drenched thong underneath to the side. Your clit's been buzzing nonstop ever since he whined about his big cock and you got to glimpse the outline of it. And with him now sitting beside you as your thumb rubs at the tiny nub, pointer fingers dipping in and out of your clenching hole, you both let out groans — you at the thrilling sensation and him at the insanely filthy sounds.

Chan steals a moment to take in the sight when he switches lanes, loving the way your tongue lolls past glossy lips that part to release little whimpers of pleasure. It's unlikely you'll squirt right now. But there's still a slick sheen of arousal glistening on your thighs so he holds onto the sick twist of hope that a trace will be left behind. He's pleased and licks his lips but has to swiftly pay attention to the road again, especially when your head rolls to the side, eyelashes pleadingly fluttering at him.

He needs to get home fast. Now.

The car fills with the sloppy noises of you playing with your cunt which grows wetter and wetter by the second. The air is heavy and oozes sex, the compact space growing more humid as you work and rile up your pussy, yourself, and the man beside you. You keep easing up to that delicious edge but never fully dipping over it, making sure to continue growing needier and more wanton until the blurry scenery rushing past the windows half-registers as familiar in your already fucked-out state of mind.

"Wanna get a feel of your cock," you whine out with no shame at how pitiful it sounds. "Gotta know how many fingers to stuff inside to stretch myself out for the real thing."

The way he spits out your name like a curse word makes your gummy walls contract tightly, emitting a moist suctioning sound when you pull your fingers out and bully them back in. 

"No. You have to wait."

"Don't wanna! Been waiting long enough."

"So fuckin' needy," he taunts as if he's not panting heavily with his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. "I don't think they'll come even close to opening up that tiny hole of yours effectively for my dick. But size doesn't matter, so whatever. Right, sweetheart?"

You cuss him out jokingly while working knuckle-deep inside your cunt. Humping against your palm and pulling at your nipples with the other hand underneath your top when he rolls to a stop at an empty four-way in the neighborhood. 

He swats your arm out and away, curiously sweeping his own fingers across your damp folds that flinch at the sudden contact but still mourn the devastating loss of being filled before he slaps at them. Chan grins like a total heathen at the way your hips jolt upon impact, growing more and more delirious at the way droplets of your arousal splash out at the action.

"If you cum by rubbing yourself on that seat — no hands — before I pull in the driveway, I'll let you touch me to mentally prep yourself before we get inside. Before I get inside you." His words are enunciated with a smirk that drops after bringing soaked fingers to his lips — eyelids fluttering with a grunt at your taste eagerly licked clean with his tongue. "God, do you know how delicious you are? Need you to sit on my face at some point, wanna drown in that sloppy pussy."

His dirty talk could be enough to finish you off, you belatedly realize. The earlier command to rut your aching clit against the scratchy fabric to soothe it makes you thrillingly feel like a depraved whore. 

"You're a fuckin' perv, Chan," you growl out as if you aren't doing exactly what he asked on instinct and loving how he's talking to you. How good he is at making you feel divine.

"Yeah? But I want something to remember this by."

"Sick," you snarl through gritted teeth like the knowledge of him thinking about this moment every time he gets in his car and looks at the passenger seat isn't getting you off even more. Bonus points if he jerks off to it. You act like it's not the catalyst to you coming undone, blaming it fully on the bump of the asphalt connecting to the concrete driveway hitting your hard nub just right — absolutely defiling his poor car with your arousal. "Sick in the head."

Neither one of you care. 

In fact, Chan's so pleased he ignores the words you both know you don't mean. Grabbing the hand you buried deep within your hole, but then chose to use it to grip at the console while following his command, and guides it to his mouth. Happily repeating the same thing he did to his own, maintaining eye contact as he tongues at your fingertips. Pupils dilating with how addicted he's become to your taste. Growing more and more eager to have it straight from the source in the very near future. 

Then he places your spit-coated fingers where his cock strains against dark jeans. A darker, damp spot on the denim signifies how much precum the tip is leaking, begging to be released. He squeezes the hand sandwiched between his and the hardening length, shallowly thrusting up into your palm so you can completely grope at its mouth-watering, jaw-aching girth. 

"Feel that?" he goads, "that's gonna have to fit inside your tight cunt."

Your eyes nearly cross at the realization. And of course, your pussy forlornly clenches around nothing, dripping out more arousal to add to the already soiled mess beneath you. 

Oh, you cannot wait.

He wasn't lying, positive every single finger stuffing your hole couldn't compare to the size you just felt beneath those very appendages. Tears collect at your lash line, already anticipating the sheer amount of pleasure you know you'll be feeling with a very warm and real dick. And he's not even anywhere inside of you yet!

Chan coos and wipes the tear that escapes to your cheek. Then he gets out of the car and comes around to the other side to help you walk since your legs are weak and shaking — for more than one reason. That's fine because it gives him almost a weird sense of pride and an excuse to grind and grope at you as he pleases while unlocking the front door. Surprisingly, both of you are giggling together as if you're naughty teens again, always up to no good. It feels strangely wholesome, a light sense of relief blooming and filling your entire body.

Until you're on the other side of the door and those feelings morph back into something carnal. More primal. And Chan must feel it too because you swear he growls when pinning you against the wall. 

"You'll let me eat you out, right? 'Course you will." 

Now it's your turn to feel perverse satisfaction, watching as his lip trembles at the very thought of getting denied such a treat. Feeling the man's absolute desperation through the fingertips that dig into your hips and slightly hike up the already ridiculously short skirt you're wearing.

"C'mon bestie, please."

"… You did not bestie-zone me right now."

"I — " Chan hesitates and you fear the reality of the situation has hit him. That he'll back out and leave you a yearning mess like this. But then he leans in close to whisper hotly against your ear, "What, you want me to call you something like baby?"

Your hum of consideration encourages him to continue, palms sliding down the sides of your bare thighs and lowering himself at a pace that matches the syllables of each word leaving his mouth. Keeping eye contact with you the whole time as a mischievous smirk lights up his stupidly handsome face. 

"Darling? Babe? Lovely sweetheart? Or…" His voice gets thicker, more gravelly until he's finally on his knees and peering up at you. "A vixen? Seductress? Little whore? My slut?"

His hands sneak upwards again, pausing when they're hidden under the pleat of your skirt. 

"Still, you'll always be my dear best friend." He acknowledges and for some reason, it fills you with a comforting sense of reassurance.

And then he waits, hoping — praying — to get your permission.

The coy way you lift up the skirt in no way matches the cute grin you flash at him. Biting your pointer finger as you reveal your pretty pussy for Chan, its puffy lips spread by the continually soaked thong stuck between them. His eyes flick almost nervously away from yours to get a look, letting out a strangled moan at the sight. 

Automatically drawn like a bee to honey. His heart thumps anxiously when your fingers bury in his bangs to yank at them, halting him just short of being able to stick his tongue out for a taste that he already misses. He whines, fully surrounded by the heady scent of your arousal and unable to feast. But you have something to tell him first.

"You can't make me cum."

"What? Why? Need to stretch — "

"No. I already spent hours practicing with my thirteen-inch, so it'll be fine. We're doing this so you know what the telltale signs are when I'm about to cum when this," you briefly release his hair so manicured nails can pet the outside of your glistening wet cunt, "is wrapped around your dick." You smile when he moans quietly at the revelation and you tug lightly again at silky strands, eager to hear more before you absolutely break him. "And don't you want to see me squirt?"

"God, yes."

You shove his face between your inner thighs. "Then this'll help, baby boy. So, don't you dare let me cum unless it's on your cock."

Chan really can't protest against what you call him and honestly wouldn't want to because that would mean leaving the delectable meal he's finally being allowed to dine on. Though your thong remains in the way, he uses it to his advantage. Sucking all the wetness out of it with a hearty groan of appreciation, pushing it back between your folds, and running his tongue that put it there in zig-zag motions along the sorry excuse for fabric. Then repeating the same motions on either side of the bare supple pussy lips that clench at every nibble, suck, and brush on them.

It isn't very long until he gets frustrated by its restrictions though, feeling outrageous at how jealous he's getting of a piece of cloth that gets to wrap around your cunt all the time. Like you can read his mind, you pull him off with breathless laughter at his inevitable moan of sadness and mumble words of reassurance that you're doing it for his benefit.

He can't really hear with the rush of adrenaline roaring in his ears but he surely sees how you rip the offending thong away. It tears easily, falling apart at its most sodden point. And finally, your pussy is truly bare all for him and he rushes to dive back in. Slurping and sucking at your drenched hole like a dehydrated man finding an oasis in the desert.

Again, Chan's intentions were to leave you weak with the magic his mouth and tongue could work but you don't really allow him. His neck's cranked at an awkward angle as you continue to grip at his hair and smother his lips and tongue with your cunt, sloppy ruts back and forth causing your clit to catch and bump against his nose. He doesn't mind even if he's ninety-nine percent positive this is how you'd get off on one of your toys — no, he definitely has not imagined that — but he's not complaining.

There's something in the way that you're utterly using him like he's nothing but an object for your ultimate pleasure. It has the blood rushing down to swell up his cock even more. And maybe he's willingly happy to do so. Offering his body for your pleasure, making sure to stiffen his tongue so it will hit part of your clit as you move and grind all over his face. 

It's kinda hot. He also might be enjoying this a little too much.

And just as his eyes roll up for the umpteenth time out of delicious, delirious dizziness, he feels it. 

The buildup must have been when you started humping his chin shamelessly, slamming down harshly enough that he's sure he'll have bruises to show off. Settling more and more of your weight forward to arch your back, breasts heavy as they follow gravity, and your nipples visibly poke through the crop top's thin material. 

Your hips jerk up and away a few times, the subtle wiggle in them certainly has your ass jiggling cutely. He also notes how your "ah" moans turn to "mhms", positive you're biting your lip with closed eyes and a pleased grin. By now the hands tangling in his hair have made their way to the back of his head and Chan knows one thing for sure.

You're on the brink of climaxing.

And as much as he wants you to make more of a mess on his face, he's a little afraid of what you might do — or might not do — so he obediently, but regretfully backs away and sinks down to sit on his heels. Pathetic, the way he has to simply watch like a good boy as your slit flutters above him and you release the death grip hold you had on his poor hair.

Once all of your weight is supported by the wall again, you slide down it to plop on the floor. A sheepish grin on your face as you praise him for doing such a great job, reveling in what a sexy, fucked-out look he's wearing — mussed-up hair, swollen lips, and a shiny mix of sweat and arousal decorating his face as his eyes struggle to refocus while he catches his breath.

He embarrassingly thinks you might kiss him when you lean in. Only to jolt with surprise at your hand slipping into his back pocket and he flinches after you squeeze at his well-shaped ass with a naughty giggle. 

"A souvenir," you murmur in his ear and he feels the spongy ball of your torn thong when he stands like it's a gold coin weighing down his jeans.

"Can't believe you ripped those yourself."

"Can't believe you didn't rip them."

"Didn't wanna ruin them," he admits because he'd honestly feel bad. Though you shoot him a funny look that he doesn't quite understand as he assists your wobbling frame on the walk to the bedroom.

"Dude, you've already ruined so many, what's one more pair?"

"Huh?"

It's amazing how serious you are when you ask, "Don't you remember how wet I've been getting thinking about your dumb cock? Almost ran out of panties to wear."

With that admission, Chan is immediately rushing you down the hallway and has you on his bed at record speed. It's so comical that you have no choice but to once again fall into that giggly headspace like earlier as you help one another strip each other's clothes off.

"God, why are you like this? Such a fucking little tease."

"You love it."

"Hm, yeah," he looks at you with such tenderness, "guess I do."

You verbally agree even as you grab at his wrist before he can throw his boxers to the ground. "Hand 'em over. It's only fair if you have mine," you point out when he raises an eyebrow.

"Someone's full of surprises."

"Well, somebody's loved all of them so I'm sure he'll like this one too."

Though he falls onto his back easily when you push him down, he can't help but raise concern. "I get that you… practiced, but wouldn't a better position be with me on top? You'll like — "

"And I get that you liked being used like a dildo, baby boy." 

You miss the chagrined look that rapidly spreads across Chan's pretty face at the callout. But that's okay because you turn around to throw a leg over and straddle his prone body, staring at your prize of the night — the fattest dick you've been fantasizing about in the flesh.

"Thanks for these, by the way." You send a wink at him over your shoulder, waving the boxers that dangle off your pointer finger. "Need something to bite onto," you add and moan when you deliberately let your tongue meet the salty patch of precum smeared on them before clamping the black cloth between your teeth.

His heavy cock jerks up, already overwhelmed by everything you're doing. His hips follow suit, also lifting once the feeling of your dripping cunt soaks his abs as you sit and press him back against the bed and reach a hand out. He groans, clutching at the blanket when your palm rubs at the sensitive skin. You marvel at how your decently sized fingers fail to fully wrap around the entire girth.

It already weighs a ton laying against the hand you're using and struggling to prop it up. Shining in all its glory from the excess that's leaked and coated it thoroughly. You seem happy to add to it and Chan's eyes widen at the couple of clear globs of arousal that drip out of your cunt, aided by two free fingers spreading your pussy lips and contracting your inner walls to squeeze them out. And then you sink a little lower, kissing the tip of his cock with your clit before rubbing the thick head between your folds.

"You're… you're so w-wet, mhm, fuck!" He's already on the brink of tears and this is just the beginning. And the gasping man might've just let out a sob at the sight of both of your hands shaking, clasped around his dick as you position it at the right angle and slowly ease the tip inside. "God, 'n so soft," he fucking gargles out due to how much he's drooling.

You're no better off. The saliva that's pooling in your mouth at the delightful ache and burn has completely saturated his boxers. They do nothing to muffle your moans that only grow higher in pitch with the few additional inches you attempt to take, a little more each time. But at least you won't grind your teeth together, plus you're buried in the taste and scent of Chan's essence. Even more so as you topple forward, nails digging into his shins.

It's almost humiliating. How you've ended up face-planting into the mattress and your hips take on a mind of their own, humping up and down midair yet still on the top of his cock. Circling and gyrating as they attempt to both run away and plop firmly up and down onto the hard, thick length begging to fully bury into your tight cunt that's slowly widening to accommodate. 

Luckily, it's not like Chan can make fun of or even blame you, focusing everything he can on not thrusting up into your wet heat on his own accord right now out of consideration. The man understands it's a stretch, a painful one at that.

He doesn't mind staying mildly distracted. There's so much to take in. Ogling the way your ass bounces and jiggles, pornographic sound effects of his cock absolutely bullying your pussy as it squelches in and out. Filling the room with nasty noises audio porn wishes it could truly replicate amid both of your pants, moans, groans, and whines.

It feels like forever until his length has finally made its home within your squishy walls that welcome it inside with a multitude of affectionate squeezes. But honestly, that barely lasts because your hips refuse to let up and once the stretch no longer burns as much and instead melts into mind-numbing pleasure, all you can do is ride him into delirium. And Chan fucking loves it, continuing to watch how your ass reverberates with each downward slam accompanied by the sting of ass cheeks slapping against his stomach over and over again.

"S-so slutty f'me, b-best friend actin' like a whore on my dick."

"Ah, mm… cock… your cock! It's makin' me act slutty!"

"Yeah? You like being my slutty best friend, baby?"

You lug your head onto the leg you'd been riddling with love bites and salivating all over after spitting out his ruined boxers, looking tearfully in his direction. Cross-eyed with a goofy smile on your face at how fucked-out you've become as your clit grinds against his squishy balls that tighten, firm, and fill up with each thud of your hips. 

"Mhm… yeah."

"You gonna be my slutty baby from now on?"

"Ohhh, touch me Channie… please!"

"Since y-you asked so nicely." He squeezes at your ass cheek though it's quickly wrenched out of his grasp because you can't stop moving. "But I… I asked you a question." And then his palm flies out, skin meeting skin in a loud crack against your other cheek. As if it's actually a punishment. "My pretty whore's too fucked out to answer, h-huh?"

"Mhmph! More… more!"

A gasp leaves your mouth and impossibly, your hips only speed up before they suddenly halt. Practically screaming at this point with how good your best friend's cock is buried so deeply and fully seated inside as you somehow manage to sit up with inhuman strength. 

Oh, but your darling Channie knows why.

He lazily grins, empty mind now playing all the signs through his head along to the same moments happening in real-time. You have a death grip on his thighs, certain he'd really impale you in a morbid way if you lose your hold as you bounce haphazardly. How nice, he decides to aid you — giving into the urges to thrust up into your suffocating little cunt whenever you rise up so you constantly remain stuffed full every single time.

Your back does its arch thing and he runs a hand down the curve, pushing down ever so gently as he takes over. It's his turn for a slapping assault, his balls returning the favor on your tender clit that pokes and rubs at them, egging on the brutal pace you started in the first place.

"Gonna squeeze the life outta me," and you clench even tighter around him so that even the air in his lungs is sucked out by the squeeze of your cunt. "You wanna murder me with that sweet pussy of yours? Choke the life outta me, sweetheart? Like the well-behaved little whore that you are?"

Chants of "yes, yes, yes" fall in between salacious moans of "mhms" and "fuck Channie, so good" and it fuels Chan into true unleashed feral mode. The addition of the white ring forming at the base of his cock in no way, shape, or form is helping to reign him in at all. He presses appreciative bruises into the skin of your hips, aiding your sore and tired legs with the powerful strength of his arms.

"A creamer too… oh my god, what can't your cunt do baby, fuck — so freakin' perfect."

"All… all for you!"

Chan laughs and it's mean, a petulant frown causing your lips to jut out at his mocking tone. "For me? You gonna be a-all mine from now on? Let me be the only one t-to stretch this sweet hole out?"

Ongoing cries of "yes" mixes and slurs with "yours" but it's enough for him, especially when you manage to moan out with a promise that you're definitely his slutty whore and will only be his forever.

That pleases him, an elated grumble rumbling in his chest. "Gonna fill 'er up real good and you'll swallow me whole baby. Feel me for days, drippin' outta — ah, shit!" 

His voice cracks, the hands assisting your movements haul your hips up and then down, anchoring them firmly against his pelvis. You peer over your shoulder at him in utter dismay at suddenly being empty. His missed cock trembling without your warmth, flopping hot and hard against your stomach. Granting a helpful outside visual of how deep it can drill up into your cunt. But that's kind of useless when you already experienced it first-hand, so all you can do is send Chan a weepy glare.

"S-sorry babe, we just, I should probably… " His eyes dart to the unopened drawer of his nightstand. "Gonna throw a condom on."

You let out a scoff of disbelief and discontent, surly brat behavior poking through. "Doesn't matter, wanna feel you fill me up. 'N then squirt it all out, won't matter anyways."

"That's not how it works."

Chan's grateful the usual post-nut clarity somehow hit before. It's still awful timing and might have been a complete mood killer but you're both so worked up — you in particular — it doesn't seem to matter. Even as he nudges you off while reaching for a package, you back up and try to grind against his cock to change his mind. But you reluctantly give up, especially when he ends up reacting with a harsher hiss more from rolling the latex down the sensitive length than your plump ass rubbing it. 

You're honestly a little offended. 

He hushes and tries to soothe you. Fumbling with the slick mess around your gaping hole and dipping inside occasionally with one hand as he works on the condom. But you know for a fact you've been ruined because you barely feel a thing after your cunt's been stretched out for and filled specifically with his huge cock. 

Now you just wish he'd ultimately finish the job of ruining you. Oh, and maybe continue some more after. And a lot. 

You grimace because you're able to think too much. And then Chan's finally all ready to go and your cheek is suddenly pressed into the rumpled sheets, nipples brushing deliciously against them. You're pushed onto your forearms and he helps widen your knees at a spread angle so your pussy is fully presentable and gapingly accessible. 

"Good thing I'm flexible." 

"Yeah," Chan licks his lips, "just as I'd expect from my sweet slut." 

"You gonna fill this slut up then, Channie or — " 

You're cute off by the squeal at his cock ramming back inside of where it belongs. Meanwhile, he chuckles darkly, running a hand through sweaty bangs as he tries to distribute weight solidly with how he's risen to his knees. Finding little support from the mattress to support the onslaught of powerful thrusts in and out of your pussy and discovers a better method with a tight hold of your hips where his hands instinctively fall. 

"Best way to shut a whore up is to fuck them." He clicks his tongue in disapproval because you're nuzzling face-first into the bed, muffling the sounds that drive him crazy. "Doesn't mean I don't wanna hear you moan f'me, baby."

What he doesn't know is you're trying to find something to bite into that won't end up being your poor tongue. 

To manhandle you as he sees fit, Chan's fingers slip down to splay around where your vocal cords lie. Thumb digging beneath your jawline into the soft fleshy skin of your neck. Teasing you with a not-quite-there chokehold that causes you to pulsate around the cock sliding in and out with little resistance thanks to the help of the slick that pools endlessly out of your core. 

Then he's turning your head to the side to watch your eyelids flutter rapidly. Noticing how your jaw is clenched, teeth practically gnashing at each push into you that now relentlessly strokes that bundle of nerves. Taking pity, he lends a finger. Prying open your mouth and not caring when you bite down on it with a ferocity that could break skin — that's what he offered it for anyways — though it will definitely leave behind bruising indents that'll take days to heal. 

But he wouldn't care if you ended up breaking his bones too. With the way he's driving his dick over and over into you like a madman, he possibly could break something by that alone. The new position benefits the both of you greatly, granting him a better angle to reach deep and you find comfort in the way his body lays against yours. Pressing you down further into the bed, the weight comforting.

Even through the latex, he can feel the little bump of nerves his tip brushes against that's just rough enough to make him shiver. He purposefully aims his pelvis to be able to hit it each time. The lone arm at your hip wraps around your abdomen and he moans at how he can feel the bulge of skin pressed against his forearm from the size of the monster dick within you. 

It drives him feral, punctuating each sharp thrust with a praising hiss of, "Best. fuckin'. pussy. ever!"

And then it's happening. You can literally see the tightly-wound knot unraveling. Can feel as it loosens while your cunt suctions around his cock in a hard, vice-like grip. You cling around him, refusing to let him leave your warmth for a second. Not even daring to let him slide even a bit out. Though he wouldn't even think of it. As the mental ties come undone in your brain, so does your body — plummeting over and free-falling off the cliff of pleasure.

White flashes across your vision as your body writhes and shakes beneath Chan. Overcome by how fucking amazing it feels to be so full with the devastatingly huge dick of the person you care about the most tearing apart your insides. You're sobbing, tears drenching your face and where it lays. 

Chan's praising you through it all, complimenting how good you are for him, how perfect everything about you is, and how only you — his bestest, sluttiest, sweetest friend — could take him so well.

"Fuckin' knew you would be the one," he confesses and presses a kiss against your neck. It's so tender, full of love and gentleness despite how his hips cruelly still haven't let up, and it makes you wail even louder. "Ever since you smiled at me. Now, c'mon sweetheart 'n give it all to me. Show's only just gettin' started."

He's guiding you through the most intense orgasm you've ever had as it spirals from a crashing wave into a soon-to-be gushing waterfall. Yes, you've squirted before. But never with such a delightful buildup like this. And he knows you can take it, knows it's what you want as he coaches himself to hold off from his own finale. You let out a hearty moan, shaking at the overstimulation and feeling him twitch repeatedly inside. Almost as if his dick itself is begging for your release so it can do the same.

Your body listens and obeys, utterly charmed by your best friend's cock. Not like that would change the impending fate bound to happen anyway. Your cunt expels him out with a spray that splashes against his abs and drips down his thighs. Chan swears and grabs his length that bobs in the air upon being freed, fingers holding the condom tightly at the base like a makeshift cock ring. 

Furiously jerking off just a little bit to reach completion and then he's emptying what feels like a life's worth into the poor condom that can barely contain it. Unlike your pussy that would take it all if given the chance. It inflates, ballooning out and filling up with so much cum it's threatening to pop. As if it wasn't working overtime, straining around the sheer size of his cock.

It's so full and heavy, gravity weighing it down to flop against your folds that squirt out a tiny bit more upon contact that has your legs seizing. Your lower body — now growing numb — was somehow still sustained by Chan's insane one-arm strength until he flops onto you. Bringing you both down onto the wet mess on the bed.

"Get off, you're heavy," you grouch though a dumb smile lights up your blissed-out face.

He laughs breathlessly and rolls onto his side, bringing you into his arms and looking at you with stars in his eyes. You nuzzle into his neck, inhaling his comforting scent you never want to be without now that you've been fully encompassed by it in such an intimate manner. So you wait, feeling the way your hearts both beat rapidly and he takes a deep breath. Chest expanding as his lungs fill with much-needed air after so much exertion. 

Anticipation brims from the crown of your head to the tip of your toes when Chan finally asks, "Hey, do you still think size doesn't matter?"

You blink. Once. Twice. Thrice. Definitely not the question you were expecting.

There's a lively spark still dancing in his tired eyes and you match it with a playful smile. "I'm not really sure, I think you'll have to prove it to me a few more times."

"Suppose there's still a lot of condoms we can't let go to waste."

"Aw, you don't want me to make you some balloon animals?"

"That offer is tempting but…" Sneaky hands tickle the swell below your breasts and you giggle, half-heartedly batting him away. "Not as much as you are."

"And you know… there's still a lot of chances to confirm some things while we test out whose theory is right."

"Confirm what, my dear? 'Cause I'm pretty sure I've already staked my claim on what's mine." It's embarrassing how easily Chan can read you, a know-it-all smirk on his face as he cups your warm cheek oh-so-lovingly. "My slutty bestie's the only one who can take my cock like a champ, there's no way I'm letting you go now."

It's even more embarrassing that your heart and sore hole flutter at crude words that totally shouldn't make you feel like a silly fool in love. But because you are, it only makes you fall harder.

"So, you're mine now too?"

"If that's okay with you."

And of course, it's okay with you, you verbally affirm. Feeling his smile against your own when he leans in to kiss you. You'll confirm later that size really doesn't matter.  After all, you just happen to be lucky that your bestie-now-turned-boyfriend has a huge cock to complement the equally huge amount of love he has stored for you in his heart.

onlyseokmins: June 2023 ©

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[joonie-beanie]

Side-Gig | [Peter B. Parker x Reader]

Pairing: Peter B. Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter gets worried about your apparent “side-gig” and goes snooping, only to discover your side-gig is writing Spiderman smut on commission.

Contents: Fluff, Smut, Consensual Sex, Pussy Eating, Banter, Friends to Lovers???

Author’s Note: I swore off posting fics on tumblr, but since this is just a one-shot, I figured why not. I think Peter B is charming, had to write a lil smth smth for him. And by that, I mean a 7.1k wordcount fic.

You and Peter Parker are friends. Not best friends, but pretty good friends. 

You like to say you’ve looked out for each other over the years. You don’t talk all the time, but it’s kind of an unspoken promise that when one of you needs someone to lean on, the other person will be there.

Which is why, when Peter and MJ separate, you make a point of inviting Peter over for meals. 

At first, he turns you down every time you ask, and you know it’s because he’s wallowing—depressed about his situation. And that’s understandable. You can’t exactly say you know what he’s feeling, but if you put yourself in his shoes, you’re sure you’d be a little bit fucked up about everything too.

Therefore, you give him a little space—wait for things to settle and for Peter to come around. 

Except, Peter takes it all way worse than you expect—going radio silent after your third invite in two months. Then, you really start to get worried (and also a little mad that he’s ghosting you).

So, you manage to scrounge up his new address using some internet-sleuthing skills, and show up at his door. When he opens it, he’s dressed in a greasy wife-beater, worn-out gray sweats, and white socks with a hole in the toe.

“Jesus Christ, Peter.”

You spend that evening scolding Peter and letting him cry it all out—handing him tissue after tissue as he blubbers about everything on his mind. When he’s finally done, he apologizes for ignoring your last call, and thanks you for looking out for him.

With a smile, you assure him you’ll always have his back, and that now he really has to come over for dinner, because he owes you.

Laughing, Peter agrees. And luckily, he sticks to his word.

Since then, you and Peter make a point of doing dinner twice a month—typically at your place, sometimes out at a restaurant, but never at Peter’s. Not until he deep cleans his messy apartment, and you know that won’t be happening anytime soon.

Tonight, you’re at a restaurant of your choice—a local Italian joint. Peter arrives late, per normal, and you wave him over when you see him walk in the front door. He immediately spots you and hurries over, his eyes darting to the plate of bruschetta you’d ordered for the table, that now only has two pieces left.

“Aw, that’s not fair,” he says, sliding into the booth across from you. He immediately reaches for one, shoving it into his mouth. You shrug, not sorry.

“That’s what you get for always being late. And if I waited for you, I’d be hangry by now. So really, you should be thanking me.”

“Uh-huh,” Peter says with a roll of his eyes, picking up the menu to see what it is he wants. 

“So, how have you been? I know we just saw each other two weeks ago, but—how’s work?”

You sigh at Peter’s question, resting your chin against your palm.

“Fine, I guess. Work is cutting hours since things are slow right now, so I’m gonna be pretty strapped for cash the next month or two.”

Peter blinks at your response, staring at you over the edge of the menu.

“Should we be here then? We could just get the check now and go down the street to the bodega—”

“No—no, it’s fine,” you reassure him, taking a sip from your glass. From the look of it, Peter can tell the glass is filled with rum and coke—your simple, yet timeless go-to. 

“This is kind of my last hurrah, y’know? Gotta get one last plate of carbonara in before I’m eating ramen and eggs for the next few months.”

“I dunno about that,” Peter responds. “Eggs are pretty expensive now—you might have to settle for canned tuna.”

You roll your eyes at him, yet can’t help the little giggle that escapes you.

“You’re the worst.”

“I know,” he says with a smile.

The waitress wanders back over, and you and Peter put in your orders. Peter also opts to get a drink (after all, if you’re drinking, why shouldn’t he), and a few minutes later, a cosmopolitan is placed onto the table in front of him.

You watch him with a wide smile as he picks up the girly drink and takes a long sip—his pinky sticking out and everything.

“You and your love of sweet drinks,” you say, swirling around the ice in your half-empty glass. Peter hums happily.

“Listen, this is way better than beer.”

Honestly, you can’t disagree.

“So,” he continues, picking up the previous topic. “Are you gonna be okay? Money-wise?”

It’s not like he has much help to offer. Being a masked vigilante doesn’t pay very well, after all, but still.

“Yeah,” you assure him. “I have a side-gig that brings in a little cash-flow, so that’ll help cushion the blow. But I think I should still be able to afford rent and some groceries. I’ll just have to budget better, y’know?”

Peter nods. “Oh, okay. Good—,” but then his brain repeats the phrase “side-gig”, and his words cut off.

“Wait, what kind of side-gig are we talking about here?”

Despite how long the two of you have known each other, Peter has never heard anything about any kind of “side-gig”. It’s a little concerning, honestly, since the two of you don’t really keep secrets from each other.

Although it’s not like you know he’s Spiderman.

“Yeah. It’s nothing illegal, I promise,” you tell him, your attitude remaining pleasant. Peter stares at you, waiting for you to say more, but your smile only grows wider.

“Not telling,” you say, laughing quietly to yourself when Peter huffs in annoyance and grabs his drink. “You’ll just have to trust me. I’d never do anything illegal—you know me.”

“I dunno,” he responds, a playful lilt in his tone. “In college I seem to remember you stealing soft drinks from the mess hall without paying—”

“Oh c’mon,” you shoot back, and Peter grins, knowing you hate when he brings that up. “We were already paying to go to classes! Why should I pay 3 dollars for a cup of watered down coke?!”

Peter laughs as you go on a mini tangent about how college is a ripoff—ordering both you and him two more drinks when your waitress stops in to check on your table.

After a short while, your food comes out, and the two of you catch up over the hot meal. Conversation flows like normal—touching on any other life updates, and also local news topics, and things of the like. 

At your insistence, Peter splits a tiramisu with you to close out the evening, and by the time the dessert is gone, Peter thinks he may explode.

“Ugh, why did I let you talk me into that?” Peter groans, curling over and holding his stomach as you fetch enough cash from his wallet to cover half the bill.

“Well, if you were smart like me, you would have kept half of your entree to take home with you for later, and then you would have had enough room left for dessert. Which, by the way, is too good to waste—so don’t puke it up.”

Your waitress swings by to grab the bill, and you assure her it’s all set—passing her the small stack of money taken from both your and Peter’s wallets. She thanks you with a smile, and then scurries away, leaving the two of you alone.

You reach over the table, patting Peter’s shoulder.

“You’ll be fine. Your stomachs gotten bigger, after all.”

“Hey—,” Peter frowns, lifting his head. You’re already grabbing your purse and takeout box—sliding out of the booth. He quickly follows after you.

“Are you calling me fat?”

“No,” you respond, holding the door open for him as the two of you step out into the cool New York air. “You’re actually still surprisingly in-shape for someone whose diet consists of pizza and frozen meals. But, that being said, you can’t deny you’ve put on a few pounds.”

Peter places a hand on his stomach.

“Remind me again why you’re so mean to me?”

You can’t help but laugh, the sound getting lost in the crowd around you.

“You just make it too easy,” you admit, grinning up at him. Despite himself, Peter smiles back.

Being the gentleman that he is, Peter fully intends to escort you back to the doorstep of your apartment building, but—

His spidey senses tingle, and he can tell something is off. 

“Hey, um,” Peter grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. Before your brain can even catch up, he’s yanking you into a quick hug, and then backpedaling towards the alleyway the two of you had just passed.

“Sorry, I just remembered there’s something I have to do. It was nice seeing you! Let’s touch base soon!”

He’s gone before you can even get a word out, disappearing around the corner. You stare after him for a moment, befuddled, and then continue on your way with a sigh. 

Same ‘ol Peter.

Exactly one hour later, Peter collapses in a pile of trash—his lungs heaving, and body aching. The fight itself hadn’t been that hard—just a few wannabe criminals with deadlier than normal weapons. 

No, the real challenge had been not barfing up his dinner while doing acrobatics across the city.

And maybe laying in a pile of trash to take a breather isn’t exactly helping his current predicament, but fuck—he doesn’t have the energy to move right now

Spreading out his limbs, Peter stares up at the smog-coated night sky, his mind wandering. He thinks about a lot of things—all the villains he’s fought in his time as Spiderman, the people who have come in and out of his life during it all, including you. You…who apparently has a “side-gig”.

…but like, what kind of side-gig?

Peter groans, knowing he won’t be able to let this go. 

You can’t just drop the knowledge that you have a secret side-gig on him and then not tell him what it is! 

And if you’re insistent on keeping it a secret, it must be something bad, right? RIGHT??

“Goddammit,” he grumbles, picking himself up. He swings off into the night, his mind reeling.

Peter lasts all of 3-days before he decides he can’t be left alone with his thoughts anymore—that he just needs to confirm what exactly your side-gig is, before his theories can get any wilder.

Because so far, his top guesses are that you’re either 1. Unknowingly acting as a middle man for some illegal trafficking operation, or 2. Providing “services” to New York sleazebags to get in their wallets.

And Peter knows it’s likely neither option—you’re too smart to get roped into something stupid. Plus, you had assured him it was nothing illegal.

But if he doesn’t figure it out, he thinks he may explode. 

So…he goes snooping. 

It’s not his brightest moment—using the spare key you had given him “in case of emergency” to sneak into your apartment one evening. (But to be fair, to him…this might just be an emergency).

He’d used his spidey senses to scope out your apartment before coming in, so he knows you're not home. Which is good, but…he doesn’t know when you’re gonna be back either, so he has to move fast.

Softly closing the front door behind him, Peter tip-toes across your apartment, deciding to start in your bedroom. He stands in the doorway for a moment, guilt bubbling up inside of him, but he decides to push forward anyway.

He’s just making sure you’re okay, he tells himself. You’re one of his closest friends, and you won’t tell him your secret—so it’s understandable he’d be worried.

Like the true Sherlock that he is, Peter starts with you dressers. He quickly checks each drawer—gently lifting up the stacks of clothes to make sure nothing is hidden beneath them. (The only time doesn’t is when he encounters the drawer with your bras and panties. He simply stares at them with flushed cheeks, rocking awkwardly on his heels, before he quietly closes the drawer. Surely nothing would be in there anyway, right?)

The small stack of papers on your nightstand ends up being recent receipts, and a manual on how to use the white noise machine you've apparently just purchased, considering it's sitting on the floor beside your nightstand, still in the box.

Getting on his hands and knees, Peter does a quick check under your bed, and freezes when he spots a covered box. He pulls it out without thinking, tugging off the fabric lined lid—

—and immediately slams it back down.

…veiny, pink, silicon—

Peter haphazardly pushes the box back under the bed, hurrying to his feet. He bustles into the kitchen with cherry-colored ears.

All-in-all, it takes Peter about half an hour to search your apartment, and unfortunately…he comes up empty handed. It seems like you have nothing to hide (except a box of sex toys under your bed, but Peter thinks that’s pretty understandable. You don't want dumb assholes like him accidentally finding it, even though Peter had—)

Sighing, Peter takes one last glance around your apartment.

“Ugh, I shouldn’t have done this,” he sighs to himself, taking a step towards the door. But—not watching where he’s going, he stubs his toe into the leg of your coffee table.

A curse leaves his lips, and your opened laptop—which had previously been dark—jolts to life. Kicking the table must have moved your wireless mouse, Peter realizes.

Having already decided to leave, Peter fully intends to continue on his way. That is…before he takes a glance at your computer screen and sees that you have it open to a Google doc titled: “Spiderman x Reader Commission #6”.

…then, he’s scrambling onto your couch and yanking your laptop towards him.

“Number six??” he hisses dramatically, his eyes scanning over the document so fast that he doesn’t actually end up reading anything. 

He has to pause and go back to try again, but the second Peter reads the sentence “Spiderman’s cock strains painfully against the tight confines of his suit, his fingers twitching against your waist as he drags you in closer”, his brain effectively blue screens.

In a panic, he clicks into a different tab that’s open—landing on your email inbox, where a thread sits open. A transaction between you and an apparent “customer”. Someone who had contacted you in regards to your open “commissions”. 

Hi there! 

I saw you’re accepting commissions, and I really enjoyed reading the other Spiderman fics you wrote! Would you be open to writing one for me? Preferably a Reader x Spiderman, and a smut/fluff genre. Based on the rate sheet, I think I can afford it, but I’d appreciate it if we could talk more and discuss the final price based on the idea I have.

Thanks!

Holy shit, Peter realizes. Your side-gig is writing Spiderman porn on commission.

He sinks back into the couch, his mind whirling. 

How long has this been going on?? Do you…are you attracted to Spiderman?? As long as Peter has known you, you’ve never really fangirled over Spiderman. If Spiderman had popped up in the news, the two of you would talk about him, but…that was it.

And now you’re writing Spiderman smut for cash? Holy hell.

Peter supposes he should be relieved that what you’re doing truly isn’t illegal. That you’re just making money in a mostly innocent way, from the safety of your home. Meaning, Peter can call it quits, and leave.

…but instead, he leans forward, clicks back onto the Google doc tab, and starts reading more.

The document is still a work-in-progress, but Peter scrolls back up to the top, wanting to see how you’ve managed to set up this scenario.

As it turns out, a villain had injected Spiderman with some sort of aphrodisiac, and the reader is a bystander, bravely offering Spiderman her services to get him out of this pickle.

While embarrassing to admit, Peter gets sucked into the story—impressed by your ability to write, and your portrayal of him—err, Spiderman. In fact, he gets so distracted by the story and the multitude of thoughts running through his head that his spidey senses don’t kick in until danger is right on his doorstep.

Or, in reality, you are on your doorstep—your key shoving into the lock on the door. 

Peter’s heart nearly rockets out of his chest, his eyes darting to the window across the room. It’s closed, and even if he used his web shooter to rocket over to it, he wouldn’t be able to safely open the window and escape outside in the two seconds it’s going to take you to finish unlocking your do—

Before he can even finish the thought, your front door shoves open, and you flick on the lights—your gaze immediately finding Peter, who is still firmly planted on your couch, looking like a deer in headlights. 

You stare at him in shock.

“Peter? What…? Why are you here?”

“I was…worried about you,” Peter responds, forcing himself to smile. And it’s not like it’s a lie.

“You said you were strapped for cash, and I…I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

You kick the door shut behind you, your purse and keys discarded on the small table beside your entryway. 

“I thought I told you to just trust me?”

You face him with a hand posed sternly on your hip. You appreciate his concern for you, but it’s a little upsetting that he hadn’t just been able to trust your word. 

“I know,” Peter responds with a sigh. He runs a hand through his graying hair, and your gaze flits to his ears, noticing how red they are. Why is he so flushed?

“And I’m sorry. I’m dumb, I should have. Trusted you, I mean. I’ll just—,” he pushes himself up, planning to excuse himself and run, but freezes half way to his feet. 

He’s half hard. Fuck.

If he gets up now, it’ll be a lot harder to hide that—especially since he’s wearing sweatpants.

Making a lil noise, Peter eases himself back down onto your couch. You cock an eyebrow.

“...you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry…back spasm.”

“Well, you don’t have to rush out. You’re welcome to stay for a while if you don’t have anywhere to be.”

You flash him a smile and turn towards the kitchen. Peter watches you as you open your fridge and bend down—fetching two bottles of water from the bottom shelf. His eyes glue to your ass the second you lean over, and Peter punches himself in the knee—forcing his gaze up towards the ceiling.

He’s going fucking insane. He’s not used to being this…feral feeling. Arousal is usually one of the emotions that evades him nowadays, but here he is—done in by fucking Spiderman fanfiction. 

Who knew he’d get turned on reading about himself fucking some nameless woman? And who knew that arousal would make him thirst after you?

(Honestly, if he thinks about it, it’s not that surprising. The two of you have been friends for years, and he feels comfortable around you. Not to mention, you’ve always been attractive, even if you do like to push his buttons—)

“Here,” you say, snapping him out of his internal panic. You plop down onto the couch next to him, handing him one of the two bottles of water. 

Peter reaches out to take it, and you notice the sweat beading on his brow. Why the hell is he—?

At that moment, you spot your laptop on the coffee table—open, and still showing the commission document you’d left open earlier on. Your first instinct is to reach over and slam your laptop shut before Peter can see—

…wait.

Peter reaches forward to take the water bottle from your grasp, but when he grips it, you don’t budge.

Confused, he looks up—only to find you intensely staring at him.

“Did you read it…?”

Peter’s face heats up, his eyes darting to the side to avoid looking at you.

Busted…

You pulse races, embarrassment blooming in your chest.

HE DID, you realize. HE READ IT. Your fucking Spiderman smut!

“Ah, shit…,” you mumble, letting go of his water bottle and crumpling in on yourself. You curl onto your side, hiding your face in the couch cushion. 

Feeling horrible that he has embarrassed you—having discovered something you’d tried to keep private—Peter hurries to try and smooth over the situation.

“Okay, yes, I did read it,” he starts by saying. “But…it was…really good! You’re a good writer, and I can see why people are commissioning you! You’ll surely make some cash with the skill you have.”

If he was smart, he’d have stopped there, but no—Peter keeps going.

“A-And hey! I’d be willing to help too. Y’know, help give you some inspiration for your stories—”

His voice dies in his throat, realizing what it is he has just offered. And obviously, you realize it too—your head immediately lifting, staring at him with curious surprise.

“Did you just…offer…to fuck? To help me with my stories?”

The insinuation is so insane that you can’t help laughing. Peter coughs, straightening his shoulders out.

“I think I’d be very good inspiration for Spiderman.”

“Really?”

There’s disbelief in your voice. Peter narrows his eyes.

“You don’t think so?”

You hum, uncapping your water bottle and taking a swig. Peter mirrors you, his throat feeling dry.

“Spiderman is…suave and heroic, and you’re…dorky. Smart, but dorky.”

Peter frowns. “I can be…suave.”

You cock an eyebrow, a playful grin breaking out on your face. Your heart is racing a million miles an hour, because never did you think you’d be sitting here with Peter, the possibility of sex between the two of you suddenly laid out on the table. You’d never deny he’s an attractive male, and maybe because it’s him, and because you’ve missed the feel of another human being, you end up saying—

“Yeah? Show me then.”

You lean back, waiting to see if Peter will make a move. 

Unfortunately, the realization that you’re open to whatever is happening right now causes Peter’s brain to stall, and he takes a second too long to act—just long enough to allow doubt to worm its way into your head.

You’re putting him on the spot. And he’s still probably dealing with some complicated feelings from the split—you shouldn’t have poked him.

Without saying anything, you decide to try and create some space. You push off of the couch, padding towards your bedroom. You’ll make an excuse about needing to fold your clothes, or something stupid—and hopefully Peter will take what you’ve said as a joke, and will move on. Yeah, that sounds like a solid plan—

Pausing in the doorway of your room, you force yourself to smile, and turn to face Peter—only to find that he’d snuck up on you—your gaze meeting his chest the second you turn around.

“Pe—,” you’re only able to get the first syllable of his name out, your chin tilting back as you look up at him. The feeling of his palm cupping your cheek is what makes your voice die out, his chestnut eyes boring into you. 

You can see the hesitation on his face. A certain lack of confidence that you’re sure stems from his past relationship issues. But beneath that, you can see desire. A craving for intimacy he hasn’t shared in a long time.

You decide to be the one to close the gap—pressing onto your toes, your palm resting flat on his pec as you lean upward—connecting your lips with his. You can feel his heart racing beneath your fingertips, and you silently convince yourself that if Peter backs out, you’ll be fine with it. 

Luckily, he doesn’t. His brain finally kicks into gear, his arm wrapping tightly around your waist as he kisses you back. 

You make a pleasantly surprised little sound, your arms lifting to wrap around his neck—effectively deepening the kiss. A wrinkle appears between Peter’s eyebrows, his grip on your waist tightening. Your chest presses flat against his torso, and he rubs his thumb against your cheek, obsessed with the plushness of your lips and the feel of you against him.

It’s been way too long since he’s been intimate like this…that’s apparent by the blood absolutely rockets into his dick.

Although, to be fair, he’d already been half-hard before this.

“You think our local hero gets hard this quick?” you mumble against his lips with a grin, giggling when Peter makes a noise of annoyance and nips at you.

“You’d be surprised,” he responds. He slots his thigh between your knees, backing you into the doorframe. His clothed cock grinds against your stomach, trapped between your bodies, and his muscles tense.

“Adrenaline can go straight to the dick sometimes…”

(Peter has lost track of how many times, after an intense fight—especially earlier in his career—he’d swung home and immediately jerked off).

“That’s fair, I suppose.”

Your fingertips coast up the nape of his neck, tangling in the messy hair at the base of his skull. You yank him downward ever so slightly, your lips connecting with the skin of his neck. He immediately shivers, the first of many embarrassing sounds ripping from his chest as you lick and suck at his flesh.

“Think Spiderman whimpers?”

You’re teasing him. As to be expected, given the dynamic of your relationship. But Peter doesn’t intend on taking it quietly.

“Maybe,” he admits, “If you make him feel good enough. But if you wanna know what I think—”

Peter surprises you by ducking down—his arms looping around your thighs as he lifts you off the floor. Your squeal, arms and legs instinctively wrapping around him since you don’t want to fall, but Peter carries you easily enough—striding into your room and depositing you onto your bed.

He doesn’t waste any time—quickly caging you down. His knee reclaims its spot between your thighs, rubbing incessantly at the dampening fabric covering your privates, and his lips find your neck—a shiver raking up your spine as his stubble scratches against your skin.  

“Peter,” you gasp when his fingers slip beneath the hem of your shirt. His fingertips ghost over your heated skin, brushing past your waist, and finding the clasp of your bra. You have to arch to give him room to work, and Peter sucks a hickey of approval into your neck. He debates telling you “good girl”, but the thought leaves him the second your bra pops open.

He needs your tits in his mouth.

“—I think Spiderman has a thing for boobs,” Peter says, finally finishing his earlier statement. This exclamation is followed with the immediate removal of your shirt and bra—Peter forcibly tugging them over your head and discarding them on the floor beside your bed. 

The sight of Peter groping you and lowering his mouth to your chest is enough to have your heart skipping a beat, and you can’t help the mewl that leaves you when Peter sucks one of your nipples into his mouth.

Peter groans when your fingers fist in his hair, practically keeping his mouth trapped where it is, which he hardly minds considering he intends to lick and suck at your tits until you’re panting. 

And, that’s exactly what he does.

He lavishes your chest with his mouth—relishing in the way your hips jump at each little nip of his teeth or roll of your nipple between his fingers. It’s embarrassing, honestly, how wet it gets you—your panties feeling quite wet as you continue grinding your pussy against Peter’s thigh.

You try and think of some smart response in regard to Peter’s opinion that Spiderman is a tit man, not an ass man, but words seem to be avoiding you. You can’t think of anything coherently when Peter is touching you like this. Especially when his face finally leaves your chest, his lips peppering kisses down the length of your torso.

You lift your head to look at him, propping up on one of your arms. Peter reaches your navel, but doesn’t stop, heading towards—

“Peter,” you pant, your face flushing hotly as you realize the path he’s carving. 

Peter hums, his eyes flitting up and meeting your gaze just as he hooks his thumbs beneath the band of your pants. 

“Another thing about Spiderman…,” he begins, kissing the skin of your tummy as he inches your waistband down your hips. You watch him with blown-wide eyes, chest rising and falling rapidly—excitement and nervousness mingling inside of you.

You lift your ass off the mattress to help him shuck you of your bottoms, and Peter smiles, tossing your pants on the floor beside your other clothes.

Never in your life did you imagine the sight of Peter sinking to his knees, his hands gripping your hips and dragging you closer to him—his gaze falling between your legs. Your panties are soaked, and the sight causes more blood to rush into his dick. He’s so hard that it honestly hurts—just a little bit—but Peter still doesn’t touch himself, because—

“...Spiderman loves eating pussy.”

“He’s a people-pleaser,” you quip breathlessly, your thighs quivering in Peter’s hold when he presses a kiss to your skin, right beside your panty line. He quietly chuckles.

“Maybe.”

Peter thumbs at your clit through your panties, relishing in the whine he rips from your throat. You hips buck in his hold, craving more, and when Peter sees the desperate look on your face, he decides to not tease you.

Peeling your panties to the side, Peter finally connects his mouth with your pussy—his tongue licking a wet, broad strip between your folds.

Oh, shit, you think to yourself, the muscles in your abdomen convulsing as you watch one of your closest friends eat you out. The whole situation is making you feel light headed, so you can’t help it when you collapse back onto the mattress, your fingers fisting in the sheets as Peter groans into your cunt.

He eats you like a man starved, his face quickly becoming covered with your arousal. His nose bumps against your clit as his tongue sinks between your walls, and you full out whimper—your hips needily grinding against his mouth.

Peter’s palm presses down on your pelvis, forcing your hips to the mattress. He doesn’t want you squirming—just wants you desperate and pliant. To see you cumming on his tongue.

His name falls from your lips again, more debauched than he’s ever heard, and Peter curses.

“Shit.”

His tone is guttural, and sexy, and—

He presses a finger inside of you.

“Oh, fuck, Pete—,” his name deterorates into a moan, your brain function declining as Peter begins fucking his finger inside of you. At the same time, he focuses his mouth on your clit, his tongue urgently flicking against the bundle of nerves. 

You unconsciously wriggle at the assault of stimulation, but Peter’s hand on your stomach keeps you in place.

Why is he so strong? You think to yourself, moan ripping from your chest as Peter slips in a second finger. It doesn’t take him long to locate that spongy little sweet spot inside of you. The one that causes your thighs to shake as he practically abuses it—rubbing the pads of his fingers against it repeatedly until you’re nearly sobbing.

The coil in your belly winds tight, heat searing your veins. You can feel your clit throbbing against Peter’s tongue, and the walls of your pussy tightening up around him.

“Peter,” you cry, your entire body trembling. You’re so fucking close.

“Cum,” he rasps. He needs to see you orgasm—needs to feel you unraveling on his mouth and fingers. 

Hearing the gravel of his voice is the final nail in your coffin—the tension in your muscles releasing as your orgasm washes over you. Just as he wanted, you cum all over him, your cunt gushing arousal around his fingers as his tongue continues lapping at your clit, dragging out the waves of your pleasure until you’re panting and pawing at his head, trying to push him away.

After a moment, he relents—sitting back to look at you.

You’re covered in a sheen of sweat, your chest heaving, and an arm draped over your eyes. Your tits are peppered with an array of hickies, and Peter feels his chest (and cock) swell with pride. He’s clearly done a number on you. And yet…

You feel the mattress dip, and then the room is spinning around you. When things finally settle, you find yourself laying on top of Peter.

He has one arm wrapped around your waist, his palm resting on your ass. The other brushes a few stray strands of hair out of your face when you lean back to look at him.

“Spiderman also loves being ridden,” he says with a grin. You place your hands on his chest, feeling it rumble with laughter as he watches you struggle to sit up.

“You think I have the energy to ride you after you just did that? And why do you keep saying Spiderman enjoys these things like they’re facts—you don’t know.”

“Just a feeling,” he responds, licking his lips. His hands find your hips, and he grinds you downwards. Your sensitive pussy rubs against his aching length, still trapped behind his sweatpants, and it’s hard to miss the way Peter harshly swallows at the feeling.

You sigh, scooting backwards.

“Fine.”

You shove his sweats and boxers down his thighs, careful to not snag them on his dick. And damn, he really must be aching—a sticky string of precum dripping from the head of his cock, and pooling on his abdomen. 

He opens his mouth, but you don’t give him the chance to say anything. Your fingers wrap around his cock, smearing his arousal across his length, and whatever Peter had been planning to say crumbles into a needy garble of non-words.

You can’t help but smile at the sound.

“Surprised you didn’t cream your pants already,” you tell him, but your tone is hardly teasing. No, seeing him beneath you like this—the muscles in his torso clenching with every stroke of your hand—it’s actually quite endearing.

“I’ll cum in your hand if you keep doing that,” he pants, glancing into your eyes. You spot nothing but lust there, any previous reservations gone.

“Is that so bad?” you ask, thumbing at the head of his cock. Peter’s grip on your waist tightens, and you hear him take a shaky breath.

“Yes.”

He wants to be inside you, that much is clear. And while it’d be so easy to draw it out and make him beg…you don’t feel like being mean to him. Not tonight, after he’d just given you the best oral of your life.

“Fine,” you relinquish. You scoot forward, planting one hand on his chest, and gripping the base of his cock with the other. Peter’s breath catches when you rub the head of his cock between your folds, a heady groan following a beat later as you begin sinking down onto him.

By the time his cock is fully inside of you, your thighs are shaking. Whether from the lack of energy due to your previous orgasm, the remarkable size of Peter inside of you, or both—you’re not totally sure.

“There’s no rush,” Peter reassures you, but the needy warble of his voice betrays his words.

“My legs might give out at some point,” you respond with a breathless laugh, and Peter echos you, giving your waist a squeeze.

“That’s fine. I’ll help.”

With your palms planted firmly on his chest, you begin to ride him. 

And god, you feel so fucking good.

“Fuck,” Peter bites out, watching the space between your bodies, where his cock disappears inside of you with every roll of your hips. It’s been ages since a cunt has squeezed his dick like this, and honestly, he can see himself very easily getting addicted to the feel of you.

The bounce of your tits as you ride him, the cute little sounds you make when his cock rubs against the sensitive spots inside you—he feels like he’s going crazy.

“Peter,” you whine, your pace flattering. Having his cock inside of you is incomparable to the feeling of his fingers, and very quickly, you can feel another orgasm building, but…the closer you get, the more your strength falters.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he responds, praises falling from his lips. “You’re doing so good. You feel so good.”

His words cause your walls to clench around him, and he groans—his hands sliding down to your hips as he helps rock you down onto his cock. The sloppy sound of sex fills your bedroom, and you watch Peter with half-lidded eyes, soaking up the desperation showing on his face. 

His hair is slicked back with sweat, brows pinched together in concentration as he forces you to continue riding him. At least, until he starts craving more.

With his orgasm quickly approaching—despite the immense pleasure he gains seeing you bouncing on top of him—Peter’s hunger gets the best of him.

He grabs your wrists, moves your arms so they’re wrapped around his shoulders, and then secures his arms around your back. Before you can even digest the slight change in position, Peter is fucking you.

An incoherent string of noise slips past your lips, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as his cock pistons inside of you. With his arms trapping you against his chest, you’re helpless but to take it—your orgasm rushing to the surface at the desperate yet brutal pace that Peter sets.

“Peter,” you sob into his neck.

“It’s okay,” he responds without missing a beat, his voice breathless. “I’m right there. Cum for me again, sweetheart.”

As if you could stop.

Holding onto him for dear life, you cum for the second time that night—your walls clamping down on his cock so tightly that Peter’s rhythm falters. A curse rips from his throat, and his hands find the plush of your ass—stuffing your body down onto his dick as he cums along with you—pumping you full of his seed.

The needy tension of the room melts away, and you and Peter can only lay there—a pile of sweaty yet sated flesh. It takes you both a minute to catch your breaths, and you make a quiet noise of disappointment when Peter’s cock slips out of you. 

You can feel his cum running out of your pussy.

“Your balls aren’t dried up yet?”

Peter’s chest rumbles beneath you.

“I’m in my 30’s, not my 60’s.”

You glance up at him when you feel Peter’s fingers clearing the hair away from your face, and he smiles at you. Your heart jumps.

He must know how handsome he is, right? Even with that crooked nose of his.

“Don’t you ever get tired of taking cracks at me?” he wonders, using his grip on your ass to slide you farther up his chest. You giggle, cupping his cheeks as you find yourself suddenly face to face with him. 

“Mmmm, no?”

He rolls his eyes, yet his smile widens. You lean down to kiss him, and he reciprocates easily enough.

“Feeling good?” you ask him, carding your fingers through his hair. He nods.

“Very. I…really missed that.”

“Same,” you agree, sitting back. You need to get to the bathroom before any cum gets on your nice sheets. You crawl off of Peter, swinging your legs over the side of your mattress. He rolls onto his side, watching you with furrowed brows as he tucks his dick back into his pants.

“Same? You haven’t—?”

“Not in a while,” you admit, pulling a fresh shirt and a pair of panties from your dresser drawers. You’re about to make a joke that the only action you’ve gotten recently is from the toys stashed under your bed, but when you turn to look at the spot where they’re hidden, you find that…the box has moved. It’s not where you had left it.

“Did you…find my sex toys? Before I came home?”

Peter’s face goes carefully blank, but the red flush of his ears betrays him. 

You shoot him a glare, leaving your room with a huff.

“Dude doesn’t trust me…how fucking rude…”

“Hey now—!” 

Peter’s feet pound against the floor as he chases after you, and he catches you around the waist just before you make it into your bathroom. His lips press against the crown of your head.

“Again, I’m sorry for snooping. I’m dumb.”

You sigh, wriggling around to face him.

“You are,” you agree, lightly patting his chest. “Dumb, and insistent that Spider man loves tits, eating pussy, and getting ridden. Still holding those beliefs?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Peter grins. “And I have other beliefs about his preferences as well.”

“Of course you do,” you laugh. You kiss his cheek, and then step out of his hold—heading into the bathroom. 

“I’m going to shower,” you tell him. “There’s some leftovers in the fridge if you want any.”

Peter nods, and the last thing you see is him heading for your fridge when you close the bathroom door.

30 minutes later, you exit your steaming bathroom in your fresh oversized t-shirt and panties, fully expecting to find Peter lounging around your apartment, eating all your food. But…to your utter disappointment, you don’t spot him anywhere.

You sigh, shoulders sagging. Had it been too much to assume he would have wanted to stay the night?

Shuffling into your kitchen, you spot an empty plate on your table. One that you know had previously been piled high with leftover chicken and potatoes.

“He eats my food and runs off…of course,” you mumble, picking up the plate to put it in the sink. However, before your annoyance can truly get the better of you, a piece of paper that had been stuck to the bottom of the plate floats to the ground.

You bend over to pick it up.

Hey!

Sorry, I wasn’t expecting to stay so long, so I left my apartment earlier without locking the door. I’m running back home to lock it, but I should be back at your place by 9!

Don’t get mad at me. I’d never run off without a word :p

-PB

PS. I have a working theory that Spiderman also has more stamina than you’d expect, even for a guy who’s been doing hero work for 20+ years, so…round two when I get back?

You can’t help but laugh.

What an idiot. 

But…you like him.

#peter b parker x reader #peter b parker smut #peter b parker #i can't believe I'm posting this on tumblr #immediately going back to only posting on AO3 bc it's so much easier to format LMAO #fic #reader insert #reader x peter b parker #peter b parker x you #peter b parker x y/n

[michelle4eve]

Moots <33 

              (No specific order, I love all you guys!)

@aia45

-Newer moot! Hihi :) Who's your bias btw? 

@gimmeurtummy

-I literally love you, I appreciate you comforting me when I was about to cry and you're so kind it hurts 🤭 I hope we continue to talk and be bsfs :]

@lovablewh0re

- I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU 😚❣ MY BBY SARANGHEAYO 😡💋

@linosssss

- I dunno yet D: But here, have hearts because I haven’t got anything to say ❣️💕💓

@galaxycatdrawz

-I dunno you much yet I'm so sorry 😞 I just watch your interactions with others (sometimes I interact with you too :O) and I want to get closer with u :)

@milf-ivy

-I'm sorry, I forgot all interactions I have had with you (if i had any), you’re very sweet tho😭 But uhm here's some hearts 💕 💖 💓 ♥ 💗 ❤ 

@sashaelfel

-OMGG I LOVE YOUR ART BROO? LIKE EVERYTHING LOOKS SO GOOD AND I WANT TO EAT IT FROM HOW IT LOOKS. YOU ARE ONE TALENTED MF ❣💕💓

@bluejutdae

-Hii, I didn’t know we were moots?? I hope we can talk? <33

@livelovelaughmiko

-So sweet?? Adorable even?? Like you srsly have stolen my heart.. I smiled like a dumb fool, your lil photo bombs make my day/few days <33 Hehe :] 

@writingforstraykids

-Literally a celebrity so I'm intimidated, and I love your writing 😚 I will binge your series as promised soon 🙏

@got-me-seein-stars

- How are you doin? Thanks for checking up on me and all, I really appreciate it :] Hope you're doing alright! 

@thatonedemigodfromseoul

-You better get me some sushi so I can try it 😤And you(r)e (dog is) cute <33 Also, please stop murdering and/or committing arson 🙏

@binnies-binna-deactivated202403

- … Babes.. One moment you're there and the next you deactivated 😭

@minholing

-MWAH 😚💕💕❣❣ (I can't figure out what to say, so here's hearts ♡♡♡)

@cinnamostar

- Hihihi how are you doing, i remember smth abt this guy from a party? How's that lol, and I love your fake texts :]

@143staytiny

-Literally so fuking sweet Ily <33  your long paragraphs kinda intimidate me..but it's a-ok! Some people write long texts, some short. Alsooo WHERE IS THE PLAYLIST 😭😭 

@zee-143

-No but I actually luv u, might be stalking me though 🧐 and ur headcanons/lil oneshots  stole my heart.. Ngl I didn't know you wrote them, I should pay more attention to the authors.. We're officially besties now whether you like it or not. 😇 And we be matching 🤭

@lixxpix

-Hihihi I'm so sorry I forgot you 😔 I honestly have no idea if we've interacted before.. ilyt 😅💕💕 Mwah mwah 💋❣

@azuna-sz

-Hiii! Newest mootie here :] I hope we get to know each other more. How's your day been so far?

@viviworkshere

-Hi mon cheri, I think I've won the boop war earlier hehe. You're cute and I loved your fic, I like you, take care

@sona1800

-So sweet and very cool 😎 I have no clue what to say so bare with me D:

@crispxxxx

- I feel like you’re stalking me pt.2 🧐 But uhm, I srsly don't know what to say but you seem cool :DD

@atinyniki

-Are you ok bro, don't die. Ilyy 🤭💕 I'm a big fan

@yangbbokari

-Why are you still here lol, sending ❣❣❣💕💕💓💓

@jinnie-ret

-Hehe, hi. I love your writing :DD I like you too :DD

@cheesemonky

-First to adopt me, my momma. If it isn’t obvious enough, I rly like u! And your writing is amazing too, you’re very admirable and I’m 100% sure you’re very pretty

@theoncelerswifearoo

-My first ever moot here! I don’t think I’ve actually talked with you lol 😓 Wayyyy back when I was in my onceler phase (a year ago?), we became moots :)  I don’t even know if you use tumblr anymore tbh…

@skzoologist

-Omg when I first talked to you, I thought I was dreaming or smth.. Like, I love everything about you and you know me now?? 🤯 And now, we talk more 😌 I'm improving with my sleep schedule btw! I don't rly take baths that late anymore 🥳 

@silverstarburst

- I just watch your interactions from afar so I dunno what to say for you 😭 here’s a heart?? <33

@foivestarrsketchez

-I do not remember if we interacted before.. But you seem cool, let's be friends 💜 

@crabrangoongirl25

-I dunno you that much yet I'm so sorry 🙏💕 You seem cool and I'm kinda intimidated 

@lilistayskz

-I don't know you that much yet I'm so sorry 😞 I hope we get to talk more and become closer hehe

@homuncvlus

-I don't know you much yet I'm so sorry 😞💞 But I see you pop up a lot in my feed and activity hehe 💓 

@nyukyujs

-I dunno you much yet 😞 But uhm I like your writing and 💞❣💕

@dwaekkiforpresident

-🧍‍♀️I'm kinda intimidated by you, 😚💕

I'M SORRY IF THESE AREN'T GREAT, I WAS QUITE LITERALLY PANICKING WHILE WRITING THIS BECAUSE WHAT IF ONE OF YOU GUYS GET OFFENDED OR SMTH SO I APOLOGIZE 🙏 I LOVE YOU ALL MWAH MWAH 😚💕💋❣💓💗

IF YOU AREN'T HERE PLEASE TELL ME DD: I MUST'VE FORGETTEN ...

#cute moots #i hope you like it and don't hate me #if you aren't my moot and you're here #im sorryyyy #im half asleep #don't come for me #I'm actually scared to post #.. #4evetalks #4everambles #mon chéri

[meetmyothersouls]

hey uhhh dunno if you're still taking requests to write but here goes nothing... umm what abt reader where she was like a party gal and she never had seggs without being drunk so she doesn't know how it really feels, but then she and Timmy have their first time together w her completely sober

sorry if it's confusing or smth like that, I love your blog 💕😊

Hi! I can do that for ya <3 hope you like it!

Desensitized

Warnings: smut, mentions if alcohol/being drunk, not proofread

I wake up naked and wrapped in Timothee’s arms. The after party for the premier of our recent film was last night and I’m pretty sure we had sex since...well, he’s naked too; I just can’t remember it. My bare legs are draped over Timothee’s and my aching pussy is soaked on his thigh. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. This is kind of a normal thing the two of us have been doing for years. We meet up, we have sex. We attend the same award show, he follows me to my hotel, and we have sex. Timothee’s in the next town over for a photoshoot, we have sex. It’s only increased since we’ve been filming this movie together for the last 6 months. Sex has become an almost everyday thing for us since filming started, the only thing is...I’m usually drunk when we do it. I’m not sure why, but I’m only comfortable fucking when I’m fucked up. I kind of love it, only because usually have the best orgasms when I’m drunk. I kind of hate it, because I can’t remember any of the details. I can’t remember the kisses or the soft touches. I can’t remember the foreplay or the sweet words he may or may not have said to me. I think about this as I lay on top of him, wondering how he treats me when we’re intimate, and I feel bad for having zero memories of it. 

Timothee shifts in his sleep, groaning a little as his cock slides against my hip. He hums out a small “mmm” and I can hear if vibrate in his chest. 

“You awake?” He asks, his voice gravelly and unbelievably sexy. Maybe he sounds like that when we’re fucking. The thought of it makes me want to grind my naked body against him, but I don’t. I can’t...not sober at least.

“Mhm,” I say as I shift my body upward. The skin on his left thigh slides against my clit and I let out a soft moan that I regret instantly. Yep, I’m definitely soaked and if he didn’t know before, the shiny trail of arousal I left on Timothee’s leg has definitely given it away. My cheeks start to burn with a slow, embarrassed intensity and I suddenly remember why I’m nice and hammered before anything sexual ever happens. I hate this. Timothee lets out a knowing chuckle and I hate that too. 

I lift my leg in an attempt to get my embarrassingly aroused vagina off of him, but Timothee’s large palm grips my thigh, and he stops me. 

“Where you goin’, baby?” Timothee asks, he whines slightly and normally I find it sickening when men whine, but nothing Timothee does is sickening. His hand slides against the skin on my thigh, leaving prickled goosebumps in its wake even though his hand is perfectly warm. He rubs up and down my leg, traveling further up until he grips my ass. I relax into him and my mind screams loudly at me. “You leaving me so early?” He asks when I don’t say anything. 

There are many things I could say in this moment. I could tell him I feel sick. I could tell him I don’t want to do this with him again. I could tell him I don’t like to have sex in the morning. Fuck, I could grab my clothes and book it. But I don’t do any of those. Instead, I bury my face into his chest and shrug. A sigh escapes me, and I feel Timothee sit up, pulling me with him. I groan softly as I’m now sitting in his lap. I feel him under me.

“What’s going on?” Timothee asks, he rubs his nose against mine and his bottom lip grazes my mouth. When I don’t lean into him for a kiss, he presses a soft one of his own to my lips. “I was hoping to steal a few more hours with you.”

My hands go to his chest. I rest them there while I try to think of something to say. He looks into my eyes, expectantly, but patiently. I sigh, knowing I’ll have to come clean.

“I’m just not…good…at…this.”

Timothee cocks his head to the side. The motion reminding me of a confused puppy. I almost laugh at the thought; Timothee Chalamet is a puppy in human form.

“Not good at what?” He places his head back in its normal position and his eyes explore my face, attempting to place an emotion or read my thoughts.

“This,” I say, moving my hands in between the two of us. “This cuddly, sex stuff.”

“You were great at it last night. And last week and the week before and-”

“No!” I interrupt him, placing my hand over mouth, I can tell he’s smiling by the curve of his lips against my palm and the crinkle of his eyes. “No. That’s not what I mean.”

“Well, what do you mean?” He asks from under my hand. His eyes steady on mine even with my breasts and naked body fully exposed.

“I’m not good at sober intimacy.” The words come out soft, but the guilt that burns the back of my throat is raging.

“Ah,” Timothee says, removing my hand from his face. He laces his fingers with mine and sighs. It’s not an empty sigh. No, instead it’s one filled with thought. Regret? One of those sighs that you hear right before bad news.

I hate those kinds of sighs.

“I guess I’m going to have to teach you then,” he says. Fingers slide from mine and begin to trail soft little circles on the bare skin of my back.

“Teach me?”

Timothee nods. “Lay down and let me show you how wonderful it is to be loved.”

My eyes widen and my body tenses instantly. I shake my head while I force myself to lay down. Why am I like this? My mind is racing as fast as my heart and as much as I want this to stop I…do I want this to stop?

I’m now laying on the hotel mattress. My hands are in fists, and my body is stiffer than what I imagine a dead body’s is once rigor mortis has set in.

Why am I like this?

“Y/n?”

My eyes snap to Timothee’s. He’s hovering over me and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was an angel—no not an angel—High Fae. Only otherworldly creatures have faces that look like his.

“Y/n?” He says again.

“Mhm?”

“I’d never hurt you, you know? Nor would I force you to into this if you’re not comfortable.”

I don’t say anything because I’m not comfortable as much as I desperately want to be and I hate myself for it.

He’s studying my face but when he begins to move off of me I realize he’s taking my silence as a no.

“Wait!” I say, grabbing at his arm. “Don’t go. I need this. I need this with you.”

Timothee crawls back over me and I’ve only slightly gotten over the fear of looking at his fully naked body. I force myself to study his body. I crane my neck to the side, resting my cheek on his pillow.

“You can touch me,” he says at the exact moment my eyes focus on his massive cock. He falls onto the mattress beside me, his cock jutting into the air. My breath hitches when he grabs my hand. He kisses the front of it and guides it to his length. “Like this,” he says. He wraps my hand around his cock and keeps his on top of mine. Together we pump his cock. I watch as tiny beads of pre cum form on the head. Every few seconds his breath hitches and is stomach twitches in unison. Soon, his grip on my hand loosens and falls to his side and it’s just me stroking his cock. I’ve been staring at it now the entire time and I’ve come to realize it’s actually a beautiful dick. A nice fleshy pink color that almost matches the color his lips. Thick blue veins pop out along the length of it and I can feel them as I continue to work him with my hand. He’s moaning and his right hand travels to my stomach.

“Can I touch you while you touch me?”

I nod my head but his hand doesn’t travel any further.

“You’ll have to spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

“Oh,” I laugh. “Right. Sorry. I’m just nervous.”

I let my legs fall open and I feel completely exposed. Timothee’s finger tips travel down my abdomen. They circle my hip bone and finally make their way down to my core. He slides his fingers against me.

“I’m not even inside and I can feel how wet my you are.”

He dips a finger inside with ease and tests my wetness. Taking the liquid and moving it up to my clit. He teases it with slow circles that immediately throw my back into an arch.

“So much better when your mind is clear, yeah?” He asks in a sultry whisper.

“It feels so good, Tim.”

“I know, baby. I know what you like.”

I’m moving my hips against his fingers. My legs are relaxed my eyes are closed when he stops. I whine. I want more. He’s climbing on top of me again and I’m thankful all of my rigor mortis like stiffness has disappeared. Timothee takes his cock and drags it along my slit, positioning it just right before he pushes in.

“You let me know if you want to stop, okay? If you don’t like it or you want me to go slower or what ever. Okay?”

I nod.

“I’m serious, y/n. You tell me okay?”

“I’ll tell you,” I agree.

Timothee nods and when he pushes himself inside of me I see stars.

“Good?” He asks, once he’s bottomed out inside of me.

“Keep going,” is all I say.

And he does.

Why did I waste all this time desensitizing myself to his pleasure?

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[usercupid]

party girl

elliot x reader

short blurb cause i’m not writing a part 2 to wishful thinking unless i think it’s good and as of rn, i don’t think it’s allat lmfao

also i wrote this in like an hour and 30 minutes just to get smth quick out bc ive noticed lack of elliot x reader so now i have to take matters into my own hands

prompt: “how about a kiss before i go”

1.6K words

you’d wish it was like this every night. the music blasting so loud to the point where you can only hear the bass, the sweaty bodies dancing in the middle of the room, and you and your best friends doing shots for the 3rd time tonight. everything was perfect.

you’d been bored out of your mind for the past few weeks so maddy wanted to invite you out. she hoped this night would lift your spirits again. you had told her all you really wanted was a bit of excitement in your life and you needed something to help and so far, this night was making you forget about how miserable you’ve been feeling for a while.

-

“(y/n), i’m goin to the bathroom to fix my makeup! don’t go too far, ‘kay?” maddy yelled to you as she finished pouring your drink.

“yeah okay, i got it! i’ll tell cassie if i’m going anywhere” you yelled back after you took a sip of your drink.

“alright!” maddy shouted her reply as she squished through everyone on the dance floor. her stunning black dress made her stand out from the crowd and you were debating if you should go in the bathroom with her until someone came up to you.

“hey (y/n)! it feels like i haven’t seen you like…forever!” kat exclaimed as she wrapped you into a bear hug.

“oh my god, wassup kat! i didn’t even know you were here!” you exclaimed, “how have you been?”

“huh? can you repeat that..”

“i said, how have you been!” you yelled, leaning in closer to kat.

“i still can’t hear- actually, let’s go somewhere more quiet. i wanna catch up with you some more!” kat yelled as she started pouring herself a cup of hennessy with cranberry juice.

“alright, lemme just tell cassie where im at..- wait where did she go???”

“i dunno, but last last i saw her, she was walking in the bathroom. she’s probably shittin her brains out right now.” bb chimed in as she took a puff from her vape.

“i thought nate was in there?” you questioned, but shrugged the weird coincidence off after no less than 2 seconds of thinking about it.“well, if you see maddy, tell her i went with kat to the backyard, ‘kay?”

kat started to drag you through the dance floor and into the backyard. after a grueling minute and a half of pushing through sticky, sweaty teenagers, you both finally reached the quietest part of the yard so you and kat could sit down and catch each other up on what the actual fuck was happening in your lives.

-

after about 25 minutes of talking, drinking, and smoking, you decided to get up and start looking for maddy again, but it felt like the house became even more cramped and you quickly got lost

it was a lot like you being in a mirror maze. you were pretty tipsy and the crowded house didn’t make you feel any better. to escape the crowds and noise, you walked down the steps to a basement.

you started knocking and opening random doors until you opened one that revealed a very peculiar person.

“maddy? you in here- oh shit, sorry.” you said as you realized that there was a boy in there, getting ready to snort something.

“nonono, don’t be sorry, i wasn’t doing anything soo…” the boy croaked as he shifted his position on the washing machine to a less suspicious one. albeit, it made him look even more weird.

“mkay… whatever you say.” you leered as you slowly started backing away from the door

“yeah, it is whatever i say. cause i am telling the truth.” he dryly uttered

“you cannot be lying to me when i saw you getting ready to sniff somethin’. it’s cool though, im not a party pisser.” you sneered as you opened the door wider to get a better look at the weirdo who you were speaking to. the only thing is, you didn’t expect to see someone like him. his dazed, heavy-lidded eyes were a calm shade of brown, strands of his curly, dyed hair were stuck to parts of his forehead due to the sweat, and the cute apple tattoo under his eye all made your face heat up and your head feel lighter than it already did.

“are you just gonna keep staring at me or..” he questioned as he started looking around.

“i wasn’t staring?” you denied as you walked further into the room.

“yeah you were.” he persisted.

“was not”

“was too”

“i wasn’t! i don’t know know why you’re lying”

“i don’t ever lie”

“oh so you saying you saying that you weren’t doing drugs in here earlier isn’t a lie?”

“touché.” he said as moved away from the machine “so would you like to stay in here and keep me company or are you still looking for your friend?”

“i’m pretty bored so i might as well stay. besides, maddy can handle herself for a few more minutes. what’s your name?” you asked as you took a seat on the floor next to him

“elliot.” he replied as he got back to whatever drug he was doing.

“mm, you look like an elliot” you said as your speech started slurring.

“are you drunk?” he questioned as he turned around to look you in your eyes. he saw your captivating (e/c) eyes and ruffled hair. you looked absolutely breathtaking.

“yeah just a lil bit, the patron is coming back to me and i can’t tell how bad my hangover’s gonna be tomorrow. i’m also just the teeniest tiniest bit high if that counts for anything.” you rambled as you started to pick the dirt from under your painted acrylic nails.

“okay well before you can change the topic, can you tell me your name?”

“(y/n). and i am not that drunk! i am perfectly fine!” you stuttered, shifting in your spot on the floor

“that’s a real pretty name.” elliot complimented as he observed you for a 100th time tonight.

your face immediately heated up. not only was this boy cute but he was charming too. lord, you hoped you didn’t get too wasted to forget and ask him for his number

-

you both spent an hour and a half talking to each other about the most random shit imaginable until nothing you said started to made any sense to elliot. but even though he couldn’t understand a word coming out your mouth, he still listened to you blabber about how wyoming wasn’t a real state for 10 minutes straight. he genuinely believed you would’ve gone on and on about this if your phone hadn’t rang when it did.

-

19 missed calls from ; madz 🪐

13 missed calls from ; kitty kat 🐈‍⬛

madz🪐: bitch wya

madz🪐: pick up the phone

madz🪐: u getting dick or smth? pick up the phone dummyyy

kitty kat 🐈‍⬛: maddy is thinking ab leaving, you wanna leave w/ us?

kitty kat 🐈‍⬛: omg pick up

kitty kat 🐈‍⬛: how do you get lost in this tiny ass house

-

“shit, my friends are calling me. i gotta go” you said as you grabbed your purse and fixed your dress

“mm do you really have to go?” elliot asked, tilting his head up at you

“yes, i do. my only ride home is about to leave” you sighed

“i can take you home.”

“a drug addict offering to take me home sounds like a wonderful idea.” you mused, grabbing your bag.

“okay, okay. i get it, you gotta leave” he said, slouching further onto the floor

“thank you, now if you’ll excuse me-“

“before you leave-“ elliot started, “can i get a kiss before you go”

you stood there stuck. it felt as if your brain just malfunctioned and gave out. your mouth felt dry, your legs almost gave out from under you. he couldn’t be serious.

you immediately started laughing. he had to be joking. nobody could be that bold, that cute, and that stupid

elliot stood up as he stared at you with smirk on his face, waiting for you to come towards him

“oh, you’re serious?” you asked, stopping your laughter

you walked closer to him, staring at his face. you were speechless, no words would come out your mouth no matter how hard you thought. you felt your face get hot and your breathing was labored. you didn’t have to kiss him, but you wanted to.

you stared him in the eyes for a few seconds before standing on your toes to whisper in his ear “it isn’t very polite to ask ladies you've just met for a kiss, lover boy. maybe another time?” you then wrapped your hand around his torso to take his phone out of his back pocket to write your number in his notes app.

“call me, ‘mkay?” you smirked as you left the room, leaving the curly head boy alone with his thoughts. after about 30 seconds of replaying the scene that just happened, he finally shook his head and picked up his phone to save your number in it.

-

elliot thought you’d be easy. just a one night stand. he couldn’t deny how beautiful you were and how he thought to himself that he should try and keep you in his life for a while but ultimately decided against it. he expected you to mindlessly kiss him and when tomorrow would arrive, he’d invite you over, you guys would fuck, and then never think of each other again.

as you were in the car with maddy and kat, you had hoped he’d end up calling you tomorrow. even thought you wanted to kiss him more than you’ve wanted anything else in your entire life, you wanted to keep him hooked, too. i mean, what’s the fun in immediately giving him what he wants? you wanted fun and this is the exact excitement you were looking for.

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[emeritus-fuckers]

1. Would you say you're more likely to be a Sibling of Sin or a Ghoul? Why?

probably a ghoul because I’m quite chaotic and wild when I’m out of my shell. I cling to my group of friends because I love them sm (sort of like a pack? I dunno)

2. Which Papa would you prefer to work with? Why? (Sister Imperator is included)

I feel like Copia would understand my anxieties more then the other papas? I love Terzo though! (Plus I love rats 💕)

3. Are you an introvert, ambivert or an extrovert? Tell us a bit more about it.

Very introverted due to my anxiety lol but I am feral when I feel comfortable around you!! My social battery runs out faster on some days and I become kinda bitchy tho 💀

4. What chore do you like the most/hate the least?

I love sweeping, it’s my favourite thing to do just sweep, sweep, sweep, no thoughts, no worries.

5. Do you like to travel, or maybe you prefer to stay at home?

i stay at home more because i find it less stressful then going out 💀 but if my friends ask then I will go out with them!

6. Freebie. You’ve got five sentences to tell us anything you want to.

im a picky eater like really picky, probably smth undiagnosed 💀 I can’t go anywhere without my headphones, it’s a problem. I’m a very artistic person but I do go into artists block a lot. I sometimes write small bits of poetry when it comes to mind. I do ballet, un not good but I enjoy it a lot!!

(i hope that was only five sentences 💀)

This post is part of the 1000 followers Role in ministry event. Entries for the event are now closed.

Your role in the ministry is... Keeper of Papa Emeritus IV Rats

As well as feeding the rats and generally taking care of them, you also sweep out their cage, the rats have a practically a whole room that ajoins to Copia's office

He is very understanding of your anxieties and really brings you out of your shell.

Once you are both comfortable around each other you both start acting more feral.

He knows when your social battery is running out, he'll fondly say "you seem a little err short with me sì? You should finish early go home have the afternoon off. I've sent a Ghoul ahead to run you bath"

You also have plenty of free time after work to do ballet and art. Copia encourages it.

He buys you a beautiful notepad to write your poetry down in. It’s small enough to fit in a pocket, he says you’ll always have it there for when inspiration strikes.

He does know you can just use your phone. But back in his day that’s how he used to write songs down, and he wanted to share it with you.

~

Written by Nyx

#anon #ministry role event #whats my role in the ministry event #ghost band #ghost bc #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader #copia #copia x reader #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus iv x reader #role event

[the-chronicles-of-a-bookworm]

im so nosy you should get freaked out by me but since you have given me this wonderful opportunity...

1, 2, 7, 9, 14, 15, 16, 17, 21, 24, 26, 41, 46, 55, 62, 71, 72, 74, 77

(I'd say more but let's see whether you can survive this much first)

you nosy little cutie patootie <33 i freaked out seeing these many numbers i gotta add a read more

1. The last person you kissed screams they love you, you say…

The last person I kissed on the lips was one of my two childhood friends and if she screamed that she loved me, I'd just scream that i love her too because she'd probably be freaking out about that new keychain i gave her. it's completely platonic, no strings attached. we're just really close that we peck each other on the lips when we're excited.

2. Did you get to sleep in today?

I normally wake up at around 8 because morning lectures start at around 10, so I need time for my morning run and breakfast. Today I woke up at 10, because I didn't have to wake up early. So yes, I got to sleep in.

7. Did you stand on your tippy-toes for your last kiss?

Nope! I'm the tallest of my little friend group (I'm not tall, I just have short friends) so that friend i mentioned in the first answer had to stand on her tippy toes, while i had to bend down a little.

9. Last person to talk on the phone?

My mum. She was a little pissed off because of some family problems (which i try to stay out of) but then she gave me this whole summary or smth about what happened and who did what and then asked for my opinion, which is something i never thought would happen, and then i gave her my opinion and she just sighed and said bye to me. honestly, the problem itself is something about my dad and my aunt having this big fight involving my dad's brother in law who decided to do some stupid shit. i dunno the rest.

14. Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajama pants?

Jeans. Those little shits who I consider my closest, childhood friends decided to take me to a movie. So one of them, Amy told me "it's the best movie i've EVER seen" and then the second one, Manjita was like "It's only January and this is the second movie you've seen since 2023 started." and Amy is all "Do you want Hannah to come or what?" and Manjita is like "Oh yeah. Change quickly, we're coming to get you in 2 hours" so now i'm all ready and waiting for them to pick me up.

15. Are you a different person now than you were 5 years ago?

I think so. I mean, when I was 14, I was basically the same version of myself but emo-er. I had my goth phase, which my mother discouraged. I'm not THAT goth now, but half my wardrobe is still black and my friends (read: little shits) never lets me forget that phase of mine.

16. What were you doing at 4 am?

I was actually in the bathroom, at 4:17 in the morning, sniffing the candle that sits near the sink while I was peeing.

17. Would you rather write a paper or give a speech?

I would rather give a speech. But, I'm pretty good at writing a paper too. Writing a paper is easier, but speaking actually makes me feel good, for some reason. Especially if I'm speaking about something I'm really passionate about. I give guest speeches at schools sometimes.

21. Ever told your parents you were going somewhere but when somewhere different?

I am what, people might consider, the 'goody two shoes child' but once when I went out with my friend (yk amy from the previous stories) I told my parents I would be going to Cold Stone (a coffeshop/ice cream place) but then I went to Baskin Robbins instead.

24. What did you get your last bruise from?

I hit my hip on my desk cause my desk just decided to move 5 inches forward on its own.

26. Your phone is ringing. It’s the person you fell hardest for. What do you do?

One less question to answer. I was getting tired with all the typing that I switched to my desktop.

41. Have you had your birthday this year?

My birthday's on August 5. So, no, I have not had my birthday this year.

46. Is it hard to make you laugh?

Never! I can laugh at the stupidest of jokes. A person can just look at me and I can laugh. Like, there's this joke in malayalam and its not even supposed to be funny but i still laugh at it. people say that joke whenever they want to say an unfunny joke. i'll translate it the best I can:

"So there's this old man who's really hungry and he stops by this hair saloon and walks in. He sits on one of the chairs there and asks the barber "what do you have?" and the barber says "hair cut and shaving" and the old guy replies "then i'll have two plates of those"

AND Y'ALL DONT KNOW HOW MUCH I LAUGH AT THIS. ONCE I FELL OFF THE CHAIR LAUGHING. ONCE I ALMOST PUKED. ONCE I CHOKED ON MY CHICKEN. (no but this isnt even supposed to be funny. i just laugh at it cause its funny to me idk)

55. How would your parents react if you got a tattoo?

"WHAT IS THIS ABOMINATION ON YOUR SKIN? DID YOU KNOW YOU CAN GET SKIN CANCER? YOU JUST POKE YOURSELF WITH A NEEDLE MILLION TIMES JUST TO GET THIS PRINTED ON YOUR BODY?"

indian parents smh

62. Would you take $40,000 or a brand new car?

$40,000. I have no need for a car. I would rather buy books or other house essentials.

71. Does it bother you when someone hides things from you?

No. I mean, if someone doesn't want to tell me something, I understand. But if they hide some THING from me, I would pester them until they return what they hid.

72. What’s your favorite color?

I love all pastel colors + black <3

74. Have you ever been looking for something and it was already in your hand?

Another question I don't have to answer cause i've already answered it before.

77. Do you have a person of the opposite sex that you can tell everything to?

Remember Amy and Manjita? There's an addition to that pair of little shits. He is someone I can tell anything to. Literally. These 3 pieces of shit know everything about me. We call eachother pieces of shit. Literally the most affectionate thing ever. He complains about having 3 girl best friends but as he grew older, we all grew more mature. Sometimes i trust him more than the other two because they tend to tease me more if its embarassing.

AND I AM DONE!!! THANKS FOR BEING NOSY I HAD FUN WITH THIS <333

#dairy entry 5: moots #mutual: ava 🐞 #dairy entry 12: random

[whoseafraidofliloleme]

I CAUGHT UP!!!!

first off, as always, LOVING the sibling dynamic!!! each of them have their own colour and i love seeing them interact <3 and how they baby our dear yn too of course

moving on to the matter at hand, the guy on everyone's minds (derogative): hyunjin. i... rlly don't know how to feel abt him??? like he clearly has red flags but i feel like he might pull through in the end and stop being so toxic. i wonder if there's actually smth behind his behavior, or if it's just plain jealousy. tbh i think i'm just too much like our dear yn and i'm giving him the benefit of the doubt, but i don't wanna jump completely on the hate train. rn i'm waiting at the station and i might get in when it comes 😚

then the man on everyone's minds (affectionate): jungwonnie!!!! nothing to say besides that i love him <3 it's so refreshing seeing him be so kind and understanding and having proper communication from the beginning, we love to see it! and the park siblings already love him, as they should

i gotta hurry bc i'm gonna go eat so. question time!!! is this smau gonna be around the same lengths your other smaus are? are you planning on expanding more on yn's backstory? (please say yes) AND MORE IMPORTANTLY: why buttercup? is it because she's tough and never doubts, unlike yn???? or just bc she liked her colors the best??????? why did yn want to grow up to be her?????????

have a nice day and i hope something good happens to you tomorrow! you're gonna find a pc on pristine condition lying on the ground i just know it!!

By saying you loved it, I'll add you to the tag list 😊. Now you won't miss an update and I get a lovely reblog with your reaction in the tags, which I love btw they crack me up every time. Moving on...

I'm just happy that people love the sibling dynamic, writing siblings is always tricky cause I don't have any so it's not from experience just what I've seen and read but I'm glad that all the Park Siblings seem like distinct characters.

If there are siblings that play a major role, 100% YN is gonna be the maknae 😂. Then again I might just challenge myself to make one of my YNs be the eldest or the middle child...

Hmm I dunno where his story line will take us atm. There's definitely a backstory there and it's coming in future chapters but at this point in time it's up in the air if Hyunjin will be recieving a redemption arc or not 😂.

Ngl this might be my favourite Jungwon cause he's just such a sweetheart and he's been like that since the beginning 🥹🥹🥹. I just love him so much and I'm so happy that everyone loves him too, TSIT Jungwon deserves all the love.

So my last 2 smaus that ended, Long Story Short PSH and A Diamonds Gotta Shine LHS are on the shorter end.

However, I hate short smaus myself so this one will probably be 30 chaps, maybe longer if I feel like I can add more drama and angst 😂. Or even fluff, really it depends on my mood.

YNs backstory, I'm not sure if it'll be explained more in future chapters or not but so you know I'll outline it here:

Parknae was kidnapped as a baby by a couple who had just gone through a miscarriage. They saw a young baby unattended by nurses and kidnapped her from the hospital.

Parknae being kidnapped was big news and they saw on the news but seeing that the Parks were rich and there were already 5 older siblings they ran away with Parknae thinking the Parks will get over it eventually.

They did care and love her for the first decade of her life, they treated her as their own child. Unfortunately the Park family never recovered from losing a child.

Their parents went through depression, blamed themselves for losing their youngest child and did everything they could to find her again. The remaining Park siblings, felt the pain of a lost little sister and did all the could to help find their youngest sister.

Despite the loss of Parknae. The parents didn't forget that they had 5 other children, they still loved and cared for them as they did before but there was always something missing. The whole family felt that missing piece.

Sadly a year before Parknae was reunited with her family, the parents were in a car accident and they died, coincidentally they were on their way to see a Private Investigator who they had hired to find Parknae...

Subsequently Parknae never got to actually meet her biological parents, she only knows them through pictures, videos and stories.

I hope that answers the questions on Parknaes backstory.

Buttercup because she's what YN strives to be and also YN just loves that Jungwon took this random bit of info and made it into a nickname for her.

This turned out to be a hella long ask 😂. Go eat something and I hope you have a good day too!!. I do still recommend you read Peace a Jay Harry Potter meets Gossip Girl smau, but that's just me wanting to see you reaction to that smau 😂.

Have a good day! Stay hydrated and happy!!.

#zainab answers #this slope is treacherous ask #tsit ask #ask answered #ask: fallingforya

[taegularities]

Heyy! So, I really dunno if I’m the one who’s lagging on some brain cells but just hear me vent something out. {idk what tw is exactly applicable but ig toxic fandom?tag should be okay}

So, I have a couple moots who are all bookworms like me, and since we’re dedicated armys, we usually lookout for fanfics and basically recommend fics of our choice on an ig chat(sort of a book club activity you can say). Now here’s one thing: a moot shares a profile of <mystical princess> user from wattpad and it creates a sort of havoc in our gc: mostly as in, it’s hyped as if it’s a breaking news or something. Later I get to know that this user happens to be an account owned by aespa’s giselle in her predebut years. It recently got much attention because somebody leaked it apparently, and here’s where the actual problem is. I know some moots on that gc are toxic armys - the army who shared the profile happens to be one too. She said very demeaning stuff about giselle and even said it’s such characterless attitude to maintain wp account if you’re a celebrity - like??? I don’t stan aespa alr, but I’m pretty sure giselle never knew she was gonna become an idol from the beginning. Also, what’s wrong in maintaining a writing page? She did that stuff as a child, and leaking away this info about her account is like breaching her privacy. Moreover, using this as a means to spread hate only because of that one controversy for which she apologised (the racist slur one) is ridiculous imo. I can’t really say anything to them because most of them happen to be older than me but I think what that moot pointed out was blunt hypocrisy. Someday some fanfic writer from tumblr happened to become a popular writer and their tumblr profile is leaked without their knowledge, won’t they face hate too? What’s the point of spreading such hate when you could be peacefully binging on fics instead?😕 I think I spoke a lot anyways, it kinda feels better to have written this out because I was feeling heavy the whole time with this piling up in my head 😅 you’re a good human who listens to others rants without being much judgemental so I just blurted stuff out here, sorry if I had been rude at some point!!

the tw is okay !! thank u so much for adding one <3

hmmm, yeah that does not sound healthy. judging celebrities – or people in general – bcos of such a thing is definitely unsolicited. fanfic writers are just people, too 😭 no one would criticise professional writers either – i don't know aespa or giselle, or anything about the slur controversy (have just heard of aespa), but the fact that her wattpad account caused such a controversy is such a stupid thing lmao that's as if they're cancelling her for being a celebrity's fan pre-debut.

i agree with u, one should just read fanfics in peace 🥲 and ahh, honestly, that's probably just me, but in such a situation i just say nothing; bcos it's a conflict that can be avoided! unless it derails !! 😐

but i mean the main advice i can give u is to definitely leave the group – sometimes, when u feel bad about smth, things just get worse and then blow up someday. i bet it'd be better for u if u didn't have to deal with those things anymore, since i can see that it's affecting u. i hope u do what's right for u tho; and i hope things get better in that group soon 💕

#tw toxic fandom #notes for rid 🌹 #anon #long ask

[orenjibot]

Rly frustrated af at shit so. I deactivated all my twit in the meantime. I simply do not exist.

I’ll reactivate them some time. I’ll likely keep off discord for a lil bit too.

I’m just so… upset at everything…

(rant under a read more)

Bro i keep feeling like cause i just complain so much that no one likes to hear me complain???? Like imagine having ppl not respond to u with smth like “damn that sucks” or etc.

Like ofc i dont get like this all the time cause i know sometimes i need to write my thoughts out somewhere, but it do feel like smth when a few doesn’t rly respond to my rants or some shit but will respond to other ppl. And i just…. Am i rly that bad…???

I kinda wish ppl will tell me that if i am BUT then again, it’s just putting pressure on ppl for telling me what’s right and what’s wrong which is mean and cruel of me. Despite the fact that, I’m not rly forcing them to tell me but more like “please don’t hold ur words back and rly let me have it” if like ya know? They WANT to say something but is afraid to.

But then again, i had this issue with my old friend group of irls many years ago so honestly? I should expect not to get a response or smth. Like i expect a response but i guess i just… dunno what kinda response i want? Like do i want ppl to let me know they read it? Do i want an opinion or advice on it? Or do i want them to like coddle me for a bit and let me know they care? Do i want them to agree with me?? Like i just dunno. I respond to ppl when they vent all the time because i feel like i should say smth since lol i get ignored a lot.

Literally no one want to listen to me talk irl when i get like this??? My whole family is kind of dismissive towards me about it. Like damn sorry for complaining so much i guess?? I totally get it if ppl just can’t rly help me and they know it, but sometimes the way ppl respond by saying nothing or responding curtly/abruptly, i just feel like u don’t want to listen to me and want me to shut up. Like man i’m not going to MAKE y’all participate in actively shittalking ppl with me cause i GET IT, but sometimes the way ppl respond rly feels like “i disagree with u and want to say u’re wrong but out of politeness and the facts laid out before me, i can’t say that.” Like… you can just say u dont like me and wanna take someone else’s side???

Like idk maybe i’m just reading too much into it cause it causes my rad to flare up really bad. I dont wanna force ppl TO listen to me when they can’t or don’t want to?? Like i’m not that rude but the way ppl sorta just get distracted irl makes me rly like upset cause bro… i asked if i can talk to u and THIS is the response and attention u’re giving me? Bruh just say u dont like listening to me. I have to out all my shit down if i’m listening to you, i demand the same respect back. I dont grill ppl that much on it if it’s online tho.

Like ya kno? It’s online u got ur own life and shit like that. So i get that much. It’ll sting but not that much.

I keep thinking that maybe its just the hole left in me cause my exfriend was shit but at this point… i guess i just. Can’t find anyone who rly did fill the role my exfriend left behind. I do commend him for being able to work with me to get along with me, despite how he eventually threw me aside after a while.

Either i expect everyone to treat me like how i treat them, very literally, or maybe i just have some things that i can’t really overlook when it comes to how i want people treat me. Like i dont think my requirements are ungodly high, but i guess it’s the little things that set me off.

Oh well. I feel like i’m being a nuisance anyways so i’m just going to not talk and actively participate in social media for a bit. Like i’m around alright cause ppl need to be able to reach me for anything, but. Yeah.

I dont want to think of myself as someone who just complains a lot cause i dont but i do complain about things when it overwhelms me emotionally. Like i dont gripe about my pet peeves that often but i WILL complain about stuff i think is like emotionally overwhelming to me like if i get hurt or treated unfairly. And those are things i vent about a lot in retrospect.

It’s all temporary but i think it’s harder for me to pet go of something i don’t rly understand and hurt me deeply as a result. Like it just takes longer which sucks.

Maybe i’m just burnt out from trying to be okay lately. I’ve been depressed after all. Maybe i’m just. Tired or smth. Idk. I just dunno what i should be doing.

Just feeling like a blob of hurt… Like i know that just leaving won’t get ppl to dm me or anything and ask if i’m doing alright. Even irl, i dont think ppl really realize if i’m doing alright cause i don’t rly show it and i don’t rly like to say i’m not doing okay.

It’s… tough.

#teru’s complaining again #vent #just ya boi doing the daily vents

[mitochondriencocktail]

idk if you're still doing these but 📚,🦋 and 🧩

oh hell yeah!!

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

OH NO.... okay so it's a couple of random paragraphs from a shapeless fic idea that was half-a-joke and half-serious where Bojan joined the GSA (gay straight alliance) club on campus and was like "I'm just here to be an ally :)" but then yeah he meets Jere.

I really gravitate towards Bojan being super repressed in fics for some reason, but I think it's because I haven't actually pulled one off where I've written him that way as a slow-build romance? So I keep tinkering with that trope in hopes I'll finally write something ;o;

Saving your screens with a read more.

"No, I'm straight," said Bojan, looking around the room. A few of the other students raised their brows skeptically, as Bojan was used to, but others greeted him with wide grins. "I'm just here because my sister's-" he cut himself off, pitching his eyes upwards in thought for the right term. He didn't want to insult anybody. Was he allowed to say lesbian? He brought his gaze level with the room again. "My sister's into women, so I wanted to support her. Learn a bit more. Our parents are kinda old school." "It's nice to have an ally," one of them said, the boy at the front of the classroom who sat perched on a desk. He seemed to be the oldest in attendance and by his easy demeanor, appeared to be the president of the club. He spoked with clipped consonants, indicating that perhaps he was from somewhere foreign. His eyes were a bright blue that made Bojan feel strangely at ease. "We have many people who join to support family." Bojan smiled. [smth smth idk plot builds, friendship is formed, events happen] He wasn't into guys because he was into girls. That's how that worked. Right? Jere took him by the hand and led him down the hallway, classrooms dark for the day after everyone else had gone home. Bojan was never one to shy away from touch, with friends or family or even other classmates, but for some reason, Jere's hand in his made his heart race.

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately 

MY WEDDING... It's 13 days away and oh man, what a year it's been. I'm so grateful for my partner and will spare you all that rambling. We're very excited for the big day, but also so ready to stop thinking about wedding logistics.

This fandom tbh??? Like I know we're tiny and subsist on literal crumbs at this point, but I dunno, I just really enjoy everybody here. It's been real chill and I love how creative everybody is. We're all united by some goofy guys who give potent soulmate energy and we all just ran with it and have some of the most amazing AU ideas kicking around.

I think everybody should treat themselves to a little beverage. If you've been on the fence about it, this is your sign to treat yourself to a little beverage.

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

For me, characterization is a big hit or miss. I'm open to different interpretations for sure, and this is in no way telling people to stop doing what they're doing, but personally speaking for my own preference, if things feel too "out of character" or the emotional beats feel too erratic/unjustified, it can throw me out of it.

Feel free to send me some emojis!

#ask games #thank you!! :)

[purplefnafpasta]

Introduction

Aka, I finally realized that i didn't make an intro yet, so I'll make one now. (Below the cut because I dunno how long this will get)

Gonna put the DNI above the cut though:

Anyone under 16 DNI thanks.

(Also, here is my ToS with an extrended DNI, as well as any other thing you may possibly need to know about usage of my art, designs or fanart, etc)

A little about me:

Hello! My name is Sam. However, I also commonly go by Wolf or Purple online. I am 18 years old, and I am a hobby artist. I don't really do art with the thought in mind to get big and popular with it. I would rather just make art for myself and then post it online for anyone who is willing to look at it.

I am mostly active on Toyhou.se or Discord. However, if you don't have either of those, then I am most likely to be reached on Tumblr. Here are my other socials, though, for anyone interested.

Username origin:

I came up with my username in 2020.

Purple = one of my fave colors (i have 3 fave colors, purple, brown, and black. However, purple was the one that sounded the best when trying to pronounce my whole username)

FNaF = fave game at the time (still fave franchise, though I prefer Hollow Knight as of right now)

Pasta = my favorite dish at the time (by now, it's ramen)

Nickname Origins:

Sam = is my name, not a nickname lmao

Purple = because people commonly use that for a short version of my user (who tf would wanna say/write my whole username, anytime I am mentioned in a convo, lmao)

Wolf = I can't actually remember where that nickname comes from. I just know that at some point, I always got called Wolf (mostly on Discord), so I just ran with it, i suppose. My best guess is that it happened because my fursona is a wolf.

What kind of art I'll post:

I am by heart an OC artist, meaning I draw and post mostly my own OCs, or art I made of someone else's OC(s). I rarely ever draw fanart, but who knows, maybe ya'll will catch me do some fanart (on rare occasions).

I usually draw animals (anthro and feral). However, recently, i have been attempting to draw more human/oids to better my art skilly for those as well.

I am also tempted to do little "furry-fied" versions of the Obey Me cast. (Since I can't draw humans, I might as well turn them into animals LMAO) Though I am also tempted to do re-imagines/headcanon designs for the regular humanoid cast, as an attempt to show what I headcanon/re-imagine them to look like. Can't make any big promises about that, though, as I mentioned, I ain't that great at drawing humanoids.

I may also try to draw what I imagine the Warrior Cats look like. Because why not, I love the book series.

I may attempt drawing some more complex/detailed chars (like robots or smth). However, i also aren't too great with that, so please bear with me and my (slow) learning progress. (Yes, I am a slow learner)

What can you DM/PM me for?:

Commissions (if they are open, however I prefer taking that to discord!)

Trades (if they are open)

Requests (if they are open)

Asking for toyhou.se invite codes (if i still have some left, which I do currently btw)

Asking me about my art or my ocs (be aware that I easily drift off and start to rant though, lmao)

What should you not DM/PM me for?:

Touhou.se coding issues. I give away invite codes. I have absolutely 0 clue how to code, so I can't help with that, you can check in Toyhou.se forums for help though, I am sure there are quite a few who are willing to help you!

Asking me to message someone who had blocked you for you. (I am sure the person who had blocked you had their reason, and I do not feel comfortable acting as an extension for you to message someone who blocked you.)

Venting/ ranting about something. Just do not, please. The only exception is, if I know you already.

Can I send you an ask?

Yeah, go for it. I just can't promise when I'll see it.

How can we find your art easier between all of the reblogs you make?

I will try to implement the "PurpleFNaFpasta's art" tag to all of my art pieces, so if you wanna find my art between the reblogs, you should be able to find them with that (hopefully).

[Edit from March 18th 2024]: i have also implemented a new tag as well, if you are looking for random funfacts about my oc's, this tag is where you will find them: "Purple's Random OC Funfacts"

#PurpleFNaFpasta's art #intro post #yay #artists on tumblr #Purple's Random OC Funfacts

[fkinavocado]

not to kill the vibes or anything…

but I wanted to know how do you (or anyone) cope with feeling alone? I’m on medication for my d*pression and I stopped attending therapy awhile ago… and I isolated myself from many people and on most days I can ignore it… but lately it’s just been this constant sadness and loneliness??

i'm the wrong person to ask hun because i don't cope with it. i didn't choose to isolate myself but i moved back home after medschool to open up my own practice cuz it made more sense from a business standpoint but all my friends moved away. most of them to other countries. we vacation together etc but i'm alone for the majority of the time since honestly ppl that live here choose this town to raise families or are just old ppl. no one to date, no one to make friends with at my age that hasn't got kids etc (no offense but if i don't want any of my own why should i wanna be around theirs😅)

been debating moving for a few years now but it's hard giving up my practice. and my patients that i worked so hard to grow.

that's a bit of background info to why i'm so alone. from what you said you do have ppl around but you choose to isolate. may i ask why? do you feel the need to be alone and then feel frustrated for being lonely? i can understand that too. depression is a bitch, i suffer from it too, out of therapy now too and off meds (unfortunately they never worked for me and i gave up trying to switch)

to me the solution to my predicament would be moving and i know it. the business woman in me is my biggest opponent. figure out what's stopping you from enjoying ppl's company and try and work on that maybe? if where you live isn't as lame as here maybe you can go attend stuff out by yourself, you don't necessarily need to be surrounded by friends to feel not so alone anymore

i know this is not much help but i dunno honestly :( like i've been saying on here (smth i feel guilty about most days cuz this is supposed to be my happy place and i hate posting abt this when this is meant to be a fun blog...) it's cripling loneliness that i dunno how to manage anymore. it's gotten to the point where i see my friends and then i feel worse when i'm back home all alone again. even made me cancel a trip to amalfi with my bestie this september because i realized i couldn't go through that again so soon...

one thing that does help though is this place, honestly. writing and interacting with y'all really helps me feel less alone and i made some amazing friends here, and even though we can't hang out the way i need, physically, since they're just as far away as the rest or my real life friends, it's still great to have them like this too❤️ very grateful for them, they know who they are

#ask

[unfriedough]

Greetings fellow Zuko enthusiast. You say your ✨desperate✨ eh? Well, I’ll give you three ideas and you can just choose which one/ones you want to write (if you yk, feel like writing them at all 😳)

1. Hcs where Zuko joins the gang and falls in love with the kind and caring earthbender? Ik they already have Toph but idk maybe this earthbender could specialize in like herbology or plants. Idk, it’s whatever you wanna do.

2. A oneshot with Lee (Zuko but in ~different font~ lol 😂) where him and his uncle have competition with the coffee shop across from them. So Zuko *ahem* pardon me, Lee, goes over there to see what it’s all about and ends up like meeting the manager of the place and low-key hating them at first. But then, they like….slowly grow on each other from seeing each other around and running into each other. Eventually they start dating and well….you can decide how it goes from there.

3. Hcs for Zuko with a librarian s/o? Maybe they manage the palace library and where like just hired or smth?

Just some of my random useless thoughts. Hope your morning/evening is going well, take care of yourself! 💞

‘Flower Field’- Zuko x fem!reader

Masterlist <3

An: GOOD DAY FRIENDS. First of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST YOU MADE MY DAY <3

Imma do them all I think but I’m starting with the first one for now :)

Summary:

See request number 1.

Warnings: None.

When Zuko joined the Gaang™ you were practically the first person to be nice to him.

It was in your nature what can I say

But like? He didn’t really get it?

Because the only other earthbender he met was Toph, so he kinda expected the rest to be the same-

So like, not only were you kind and caring, but also, a herbalist.

So technically a healer.

Very confusing concept for Zuko

But eventually he warms up to you too.

When Azula attacked y’all at the temple, Katara didn’t wanna heal his small burns and whatnot.

So you did.

In your tent.

Safe to say he was dying.

That’s when he realised he was crushing on you

And his reaction was just to get super flustered-

Anyways, you healed him using plants obv

“Uhh thanks.” he fiddled with his hands

“Oh don’t worry about it, cutey.”

AHHHHH

Words came out of your mouth before you could comprehend it.

Trying to play it cool though

Zuko is literally dying.

You give him instructions and whatever about what he needs to do to heal fully, then he leaves your tent.

He gets jealous when you heal Sokka or literally any other guy that could be a love interest.

Ahem Haru Ahem

ANYWAYS-

Like you would be healing Sokka after sparring and he’d be in the distance like: >:(

Sokka, Toph, and Katara catch on.

Aang does not.

Sokka ships it 100%, Toph thinks it’s funny, and Katara is not fond of the idea.

“I HAVE A PLAN, LET'S MAKE THEM BOND OVER HEALING!” sokka says

“Zuko isn’t a healer,”

“I know,”

“Are you saying we should hurt Zuko!” Katara yells

“It would be my pleasure!”

“TOPH! NO!”

She spars with Zuko and defeats him

He’s hurt

Sokka’s like “oh nooo! I’ll call Yn!”

He brings you over and you inspect the wound.

“Hm, I dunno, maybe Katara would do a better job on this one”

“KATARA’S BUSY!”

“Doing what?”

“Training!”

You eyed Sokka, knowing he was lying. What on Earth could he be up to?

“I’m sure she can pause training to help Zuko,”

Zuko is just behind you, completely flustered and dead inside.

“Nope she can't,” Sokka added.

“Okay” you sighed, not having the energy to argue.

Plus you get to spend more time with Zuko so 🤷‍♀️

You brought Zuko to your tent, and began collecting your things.

“This is going to hurt a bit” you smiled, as you gave him your hand.

Could you have given him something else? Probably. Did you want to hold his hand? Yes.

He took your hand, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

When you began healing him, he squeezed your hand really tightly

:)

So cute.

After you're done, you wrap it up.

“All done!”

Ok time skip-

So he was definitely teased a lot by Sokka. Like he caught on to the fact that Sokka caught on.

Even angstier than usual :(

You notice.

It seems like he’s avoiding you like the plague,

You are sad, bc your in love with this grumpy idiot

So one day, you invite him to get plants with you (for healing because you ran out)

He doesn't want to.

“Please, you’ve been avoiding me and I miss hanging out with you.”

He feels SO BAD

“Okay”

Yay

So y’all are picking flowers and whatnot

And you take one of the prettiest flowers there, and put it behind his ear.

Then you laugh at him because he’s blushing, but you’re covering your mouth to try not to laugh.

But your laughing makes him blush even harder.

After a while, you guys decide to sit down and chill for a bit.

“I’m sorry I ignored you,”

“It’s okay, but did I do something wrong?”

“No no you didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Oh. Then, why’d you ignore me?”

He stares for a bit, before sitting facing you.

You are so confused

He sighs

(Think of it as the gif in the start. like that's how he looks)

“It’s because I like you. I like like you. Like more than I would like a friend. I like you like a-”

You cut him off by crashing your lips into his

It takes him a second to understand but he gets it

He kisses you back with so much passion.

Then when you separate, you say:

“I like like you too,”

He’s so happy.

When you guys go back to camp, Sokka notices Zuko not avoiding you anymore.

You walk Zuko to his room, and give him a goodnight kiss.

“Goodnight!”

Just as you're about to walk away, Zuko grabs your wrist lightly.

“Can you actually stay?” he says avoiding your gaze.

Ofc how could anyone say no-

You guys cuddle all night.

Katara comes to wake y’all up in the morning.

“Oh my god, Sokka was right.”

An: I really hope I did a good job with this lol. Again, Thank you so much for the request. As always, hope you enjoyed reading, SEE YA! <3

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[t0shii]

hello! i saw your requests were open and i was wondering if you could do a comfort drabble or smth with suna, atsumu and ushijima with a s/o who has scars on their hands from past injuries?

⚠️TW⚠️ (kinda ig?) i used to scratch my hands a lot to cope with my anxiety when i was younger so i a few scars along my hands and cause i'm black they stand out a lot and they bug me sometimes so i'd really like some reassurance from some of my favorite boys

i adore your writing and thank you!!!💕

% scars

.! timeskip! suna, atsumu, ushijima (sep) x gn!r

.! comfort + fluff/ scratching, injury, scars, etc. not proofread

.! hi there, ty for the request! enjoy the twilight series reference i made in suna's..... im so sorry i couldnt resist 🏃🏻‍♀️

suna

it was odd that you had been avoiding holding suna's hand all day, no matter what he tried you would either shove them in your pockets or push them up into your sleeves. he was over it, usually you liked holding his hand so he was confused- he knew he hadn't done anything... what it worth bringing it up? 'no' he thought, 'they'll hold my hand when they're ready'. but two days passed and still you were avoiding it, causing him to worry- maybe it was something he'd done?

"hey, y/n?" he finally came up to you one day, as he walked up to you, immediately you hid your hands under your thighs. his eyebrows furrowed as he sat next to you on the couch, "did i do something wrong?" you look at him confused "what do you mean rin?" "i mean, you haven't held my hand for three days now, did i do something?" immediate guilt creeps into your chest, you hadn't even thought he'd blame himself for something you'd been so insecure about. "rin... it's not like that, honestly. it's just my hands-" "what about them?" "well the scratch marks, don't they bother you? they're all rough, not nice to look at all." you pull your hands from under your legs, for the both of you to examine.

"well, i don't really care about that, babe. i didn't realize you were insecure about them, it's never bothered me before, why should it now?" he takes your hands in his, "besides, i think they're cool. it's like..... battle scars. ya know?" you chuckle at his attempt to lighten the mood, "yeah i guess so." "so, you don't have to worry about that, especially around me. got it?" "got it." suddenly his grin fades and his face is the most serious you'd ever seen, "and don't you ever, avoid holding my hand ever again- it's not gonna slide with me anymore." he tries his best to keep a serious face but fails as a giggle escapes his throat, "no but seriously don't do that, i was sad for like three days." "okay okay, you big baby."

atsumu

atsumu definitely noticed you staring down at your hands multiple times that day. the two of you had never really talked about the scars on your hands before, and he was totally okay with that! if you wanted to talk about you would and of course he wasn't going to pressure you into discussing it! but he couldn't shake the uneasy feeling he felt when he saw you look at them with that sad expression on your face.

"hey angel, c'mere?" he yells for you from your shared living room, you walk in to see him sitting on the couch, "sit, please." the stern look on his face had you worried "am i in trouble?" you ask, sitting next to him, as soon as the question leaves your mouth his expression softens, "what? no of course not, angel! i just wanna talk." he offers a grin and you smile nervously in return, "about what, 'tsum?" he takes a deep breath, "are you okay? anything bothering you?" he keeps the question open as to not overstep any boundaries and places a hand on your knee. you think, unsure if you should confide your insecurities to him, "well, i guess i have been a little insecure lately." atsumu lets out the breath he was holding, "about what, angel?" ".... my hands." you show him your hands, "see the scars on them? i just think.... i dunno, they're just not very pretty."

atsumu feels a slight relief that you've entrusted this with him but feels a sadness in his chest. "oh baby," he takes your hands, "you have nothing to be insecure about, really. i think everything about you beautiful, including your hands." he kisses a few visible scars, a smile forming on his lips, "i mean, if it makes you feel better, my hands aren't pretty at all. they're all calloused and stuff." he shows you the marks on his own hands from where he worked out a little too hard, "see? you're hands are way pretty, prettier than mine, even." he offers a smile before kissing every single scar and scratch visible on your skin.

ushijima

despite what people might think, ushijima is extremely observant, so of course he notices right away that you're hiding your hands more than you usually would. to his understanding, you were insecure about the scars you had on them and you didn't really enjoy talking about it, and he would never pry, but the more you pulled your hands away from his his own with that nervous look on your face, the more upset he became. honestly, it worried him. usually you initiate hand holding and would praise him when he did instead, ushijima couldn't shake the disappointment of you snatching your hand away.

for the third time today, you'd rejecting his hand, he was over it. "why don't you want to hold my hand?" he asks and though you're used to his direct personality, you didn't know what to say, honestly you were surprised he even said anything at all. "well-" before you can get another word in he asks another question, "is it the scars? you shouldn't be insecure about them" you stand there awkwardly, "h-how'd you know?" "well, you always fidget, sometimes you pick at them, sometimes you trace over them with your finger and other times you keep them hidden in either your pockets or sleeves. today you've been looking at them and hiding them more than usual, plus you keep rejecting hold my hand." you recall how he always gives you lotion and always takes your hand in his when you begin to pick at the scars on your hand, you'd never realized why he did it before until now.

"toshi, i didn't even realize you knew." you can't help the grin that forms on your face. "of course i did, and you don't need to be insecure about them."well it's not something i can help. i think they're ugly." a deep frown forms on his lips at your statement and he takes your hands into his, "that's not true, i think you're hands are beautiful, you should too. and they're hands, they still work the same with scars or without." he places kisses on your knuckles, "you don't need to worry about it anymore, i love them regardless."

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