#Octopus Scalp Massager

[m0chisenpai]

Let's Play a Little Game

Post! Spiderman Across the Spiderverse

Obsessive!Prowler!Miles Morales x Spidergirl!Reader

Authors note: THIS READER IS 15. A CHILD. THERE IS NO SMUT. NADA, ZIP, NOTHING. I WILL NOT BE SPICY WRITING A SINGLE THING FOR ANYTHING INVOLVING MILES MORALES.

You’d fought villains twice your size. A crazy octopus with metal tentacles, a man double your size, covered in black spots. Petty criminals brandishing jagged knives. But why was this one so different? He was no different was he? 

He was gruff. His body was always rigid, his words were sharp. His eyes were sharp. But the one thing you took notice, how manipulative he was. How he could weasel into the mind, into the minds of men twice his age who did his most dirty work. 

You had to pretend. Pretend his syrupy sweet words were true till your hero came. Your lovebug. 

His eyes cut to yours as the record scratched to silence in the hideout. Your eyes crack open, he now crouched in front of you. His braids fell to the side. You braided them for him last night. It was the most vulnerable you’d ever seen him. His head lay back on your legs as you massaged his scalp. And for a moment your mind went dark as you held the thin sharp rat tooth comb.

One drive straight to the throat was all it took, then you could be free. But then he opened his eyes. And you couldn’t. Because even if he wasn’t your lovebug. He was an exact copy of him. You were in his world, if his men found it was you that took their leader out they would hunt you down. 

He stared in your eyes as if daring you, testing your new freedom. And so you carefully parted his hair down the middle. That night you passed the first test. 

And now as your sleepy eyes look into his, you remember it’s time. Time for another song and dance. Of playing the part. Another test. 

“Sleepy mi vida?”

You can’t bring yourself to speak up and offer him a tired nod as you curl more into the nook of the couch, the bright knitted blanket stands out like a sore thumb, as do you in all your brightness. A reminder how far from home you are.

“A little bit.” your voice is scratchy, you must have slept for an hour at best. The sun was diving into the horizon painting the sky a beautiful mix of oranges and yellows. You sit up stretching your arms above your head and scooch your body forward. 

“Nah, take your time amor. Didn’t mean to wake you up” his knuckles stroke down to rest under your chin and his thumb to gently pinch it as he looks up at you with that love sick gaze. He leans forward and you know to meet him halfway and press your lips to his.  

He moves back enough to whisper against your lips, “suit up in five, we got business to handle.”

And as he stands to walk to the old player. A soft beat fills the room, your veins as you force yourself to stand. To fight. Your movements are second hand as you don the suit behind a hung up white sheet. You don’t call it yours, Because it's not. Yours is back home. Here he’s created you a new one. 

You step out from behind the sheet and in his eyes he drinks you in as you adjust your web shooters. 

And in some sick way, maybe you had survived in this universe. Had you been bitten? This would have been your suit. It appealed to a different you, a different version of you buried away somewhere.

It was solid black with black webbings along the thighs and pink in the inner parts of the hood along with your jordans which you go to kneel and tie up but he stops you. He kneels before you and ties them. And just as he gazes up at you, you pull your mask down.

This is what keeps you sane. Because here you're free to sneer down at him as he looks up at you. He wears his own suit now. You hold your hand to him and he wraps his around you and pulls himself up, his hand is quick to reach and snake around you, pulling you flushed against him. 

“Deadly and beautiful. The perfect mix” he whispers leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead as he taps the side of his mask to conceal his face. 

He watches you as you leap from the building and send your webbing to a building swinging your body to kneel on top of a light pole. You  look up and catch his nod as he moves forward. And you follow. Swinging languidly through the cool of night.

You realize now as you swing into the dead of night why he’s unlike the villains, the criminals, the mad scientists. Because as he runs alongside you. As he leads you both into the night. His reflection dancing off the glass of a building. As he looks at you. For a moment you think that’s Miles, your Miles, your lovebug. But it’s not.

Instead, you look into the eyes of Miles, the prowler. Harbored on Earth-42. 

And it scares you, because as much as you fight each day, deep down. Somewhere in the dark parts of your heart. Your heart flutters, feels warm for a moment when he holds your gaze, and flashes you that smile. 

And you beg for Miles, Gwen, Miguel, Hobie, anyone to find you. Because you fear that somewhere along the line, you’re no longer going to be pretending. 

That you failed the ultimate test of love.

[xuanhttps]

⠀♩⠀⠀‿‿⠀⠀❀⠀⠀⠀﹒⠀⠀⠀꒷꒦⠀⠀⠀Ꮺ ֶָ۪ ⠀⠀⠀﹐ i will see your body bare

› in which ;; you will always be there.

› containing ;; azul ashengrotto, leona kingscholar, silver vanrouge , gn!reader (you/yours)

› disclaimer ;; not proofread and written at midnight, kinda songfic??? not rlly but i plaster mitski lyrics here and there bc im in love with her carnally

a treasury is not complete without a pearl — ashengrotto, azul.

he is dependant, even if he hides it. azul would rather eat octopus than admit to his dependancy on your love. someone as strong and independent as the ramshackle prefect would surely laugh at his desperation! he cannot be weak. surely. that is what he must be telling himself, you think as you pull his head closer to you. resting it inbetween your shoulder and neck as his eyes droop. after hours of managing the lounge, perhaps the big fish mafia boss needs his own break.

you lay him down in bed, not before taking off his blazer and hanging it on the chair. he lays down in your bed, although uncomfortable in theory the simple scent of that perfume schoenheit bought you will never fade. he sighs lovingly, gazing at your face which is just so.. responsible, taking care of him like this.

i will wash your hair at night, and dry it off with care.

other nights, the two of you bathe together in his dorm. your hair knitted in his curly, white locks as you massage the shampoo into his scalp, only looking at his face to avoid him feeling insecure, you know him so perfectly. it drives him crazy in love. he feels so safe, even with his body bare. with you, its as if the past 17 years of his life never occurred. all that matters is the soft caress of your fingers against his skin, the sweet words you whisper as you press kisses to his neck and back. how you promise to him, that he will always be your pearl.

you are the one thing i cannot lose — kingscholar, leona.

it should be considered unbecoming of him, to be so loving with you. to let you tangle your finger tips in his braids as you rub his ears as if he were a housecat. his grumbles go unnoticed, you both know how much he loves them. how he will always lean into your touch. how, for once, as embarrassing as it is.. he wishes for someone to fall back on. someone like you. the perfect, unstoppable prefect.

ever since his overblot, his eyes have been on you. the persistence you hold is something he wishes for. yet once he is in your lap, or you rest in his, that resolve turns to specks of sand in afterglow savannah. he could be stripped of his royal title, and he would still dismiss it if it meant feeling your hands graze over his skin. or seeing the ways in which your expressions change with your mood.

cause' all I ever wanted is here, all i ever wanted.

right. he could shed tears when he remembers how dear he is to you. what did he do to deserve this? a second place player, a second place prince. always second place. why is he first to you? is it pity? he should be enraged. he should growl and remind you that he is far from weak. yet, he melts into you like cotton candy in the rain. hes weak for you, youre weak for him.

i see your smile in my dreams — vanrouge, silver

he wishes to see more of you. with you, more than ever, silver wishes his narcolepsy could just disappear. silver is abundantly aware of how much he misses, your smile and your voice.. how much more he could see them, how much more he would hear them. how addicting it would be, like a drug that only brings fortune. silver wishes he could protect you from the forsaken world you are trapped in. yet despite that, he knows you are strong. silver cannot help but look up to you, you who will always be the strongest person in his heart.

so by the time you wake, ill be brave.

he rests his head in your lap, like a child longing for the embrace of a parent. the experience carries a scent of childhood, if such a thing may be described. like a warmth enveloping the two of you. thorns in your side wither into dust when he is near. his eyes glimmer like stars fallen to the sand, a long walk barefoot with the grains against your feet and the wind passing by like time being a dream silver finds hopeful. perhaps in another world, he could stay awake to see your face much longer. should he be blind to such a rejuvenating sight, silver will drown in the sensation of your touch like a diver at sea. he may never return, if you leave he may never be the same. for, his home lies in your heart alone.

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Like a prayer

Bo Sinclair x reader

Warnings: SMUT, Bo is sweet

AN: listening to Madonna and writing is a dangerous thing 😂

"I wanna do something special for you, as a surprise."

He says, his hand moving up and down your back, his touch gentle and affectionate

"Something that'll make you feel good."

"Okay"you say with a small smirk

Bo grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement as you agree to his surprise. He kisses the top of your head again, his hand moving down to gently squeeze your ass

"Trust me, sweetheart. You're gonna love it."

You squeak slightly and chuckle "okay cowboy show me what you got"

Bo chuckles at your squeak, his grip on your ass tightening slightly. He gives it another squeeze before reluctantly letting go his fingers trailing along your spine now

You bite your lip

Bo grins, his fingers continuing to trace random patterns on your skin as he thinks about the surprise he has planned. He watches you with an amused glint in his eye, knowing that the wait is killing you.

You look up at him with puppy dog eyes "please"

Bo lets out a groan as you give him the puppy dog eyes, his resolve crumbling under your gaze. He lets out a sigh, pretending to be annoyed by your pleading, even though he secretly loves it

"You're such a brat, you know that?"

You giggle and kiss his neck "aw you love it"

Bo grumbles under his breath, but he can't deny that you're right. He tilts his head to the side, giving you better access to his neck as you kiss it.

"Damn right I do..."

He mutters, his hand coming up to tangle in your hair, his fingers gently massaging your scalp

You sigh at the felling of his fingers in your hair

Bo smirks as he feels you sigh against his neck, knowing how much you enjoy having your hair played with. He continues to massage your scalp, his fingers moving in slow, circular motions

"Like that, sweetheart?" He murmurs, his other hand coming up to gently stroke your back

You cuddle up to him wrapping your legs and arms around Bo to pull him closer

Bo chuckles softly as you cling to him, wrapping yourself around him like a koala bear. He pulls you closer, his arms encircling you in a tight embrace as he kisses the top of your head

"You're like a damn octopus, you know that?"

He teases, his voice filled with affection.

You snuggle your face in his neck and nip at it gently

Bo lets out a low growl as you nip at his neck, his grip on you tightening instinctively. He shivers slightly, his body reacting to your playful bite.

"Be careful, sweetheart. You know what happens when you bite me like that..."

You giggle and bite at him again

Bo grits his teeth, his eyes darkening with desire as you bite him again. He lets out a waming grow!, his hand moving down to your hip and squeezing it tightly.

"You're really testing my patience here, darlin'..."

You laugh and roll so his on top of you

Bo's eyes widen in surprise as you roll him on top of you, a smirk spreading across his face as he looks down at you.

"Well, well, well... someone's feeling feisty today, aren't they?"

He says, his hands coming up to rest on either side of your head, trapping you beneath him.

You reach your hands to his hair and pull him in to a kiss your legs still wrapped around his waist

Bo lets out a groan as you pull him down into a kiss, his body pressing against yours as he deepens the kiss. He shifts his weight, moving one of his legs between yours, pressing his thigh against your core

You moan in to the kiss and buck your hips

Bo grins against your lips as you buck your hips against his thigh, the sound of your moan sending a jolt of arousal through him. He pushes his thigh more firmly against you, wanting to hear that sound again.

"Such a needy little thing..."

He murmurs, his lips moving down to your jawline, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there.

You whine as he pull away and tangle your hands in his hair and grind against his thigh slowly

Bo's eyes darken even more as he watches you grind against his thigh, your whine sending a pang of need through him. He grips your hips tightly, holding you in place as he continues to tease you.

"No, sweetheart. Be patient."

He chides, his lips moving down to your neck, where he starts to nibble and suck on your skin, leaving a trail of love bites behind.

You whine again and try to stay still

Bo chuckles against your skin as you try to stay still, clearly struggling to obey his command. He can feel your body trembling with need, and it's taking all of his self-control to not just give in and take you right then and there.

"That's a good girl..."

He murmurs, his voice low and husky as he continues to leave love bites on your neck and collarbone.

You moan lightly

Bo groans at the sound of your moan, his lips moving lower as he kisses and sucks on your chest. He moves one of his hands from your hip, trailing it up your body and gently squeezing your breast through your clothes

You buck your hips again "please baby"

Bo lets out a strained breath, his self-control finally slipping away as you beg him. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with hunger and desire.

"Please what, darlin'? Use your words"

He says, his voice rough and commanding.

You pout"i need you"

Bo chuckies at your pout, his expression filled with amusement and desire.

'Is that so, princess? You need me that badly, huh?"

He teases, his hand squeezing your breast again, this time more firmly

You moan and buck your hips "BO!"

Bo grins at your reaction, his eyes glinting with mischief as he hears you moan his name

"Oh, sweetheart... you're just begging for it now, aren't you?"

He murmurs, his hand slowly moving under your shirt, his fingers tracing the skin of your stomach

"yes please touch me"

Bo lets out a low growl, his self-control finally snapping as you beg him to touch you. He pushes your shirt up, exposing your chest to him, and he quickly leans down to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

You moan loudly and buck your hips up against his thigh "FUCK!"

Bo smirks against your skin, his tongue flicking over your nipple as he sucks and nibbles on it. He can feel your body arching up into him, and he uses his free hand to pin your hips down, preventing you from moving too much

You whine again "Bo...."

Bo pulls back from your chest, his lips leaving your nipple with a pop. He looks up at you, a smirk still on his face as he takes in your desperate expression

"What is it, princess? You want more?"

You nod with a pout "yes please.... please touch my pussy"

Bo lets out a low groan at your words, his eyes darkening with lust.

"Such a dirty mouth, darlin..."

He murmurs, his hand slowly trailing down your body his fingers tracing the waistband of your pants.

You whine out another plead

Bo's fingers slowly slip under the waistband of your pants, his touch light and teasing. He leans in close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Beg me some more, sweetheart. Beg me to touch you properly."

'please Bo touch me, eat me out, i dont care please make me fell good! Ive been good for you"

Bo's breath hitches at your desperate pleas, his self-control hanging on by a thread

"You have been good, haven't you? Such a good girl for me..

He murmurs, his fingers tracing along the edge of your panties, his touch feather-light.

You whisper slightly "please Bo, need you"

Bo can't hold back any longer. Your pleading voice, combined with your begging and needy whimpers, are too much for him to handle. He quickly pulls your pants and panties down, leaving you exposed to him

"You're going to be the death of me, sweetheart..."

He murmurs before he moves down the bed in between your knees.

You spread your leg wider

Bo groans as you spread your legs wider for him, his hands gripping your thighs and holding them in place.

"Such a good girl, spreading your legs for me like that. So eager and needy."

He murmurs, his eyes fixed on your exposed core, watching you with a hungry expression.

"please" you whimper again

Bo grins at your needy whimper, his fingers gently tracing along your inner thighs, his touch making you shiver.

"Please what, darlin'? Use your words. Tell me what you want me to do."

He teases, his lips hovering just above your skin, not quite touching you yet.

"please eat my pussy"

Bo's breath hitches again at your blunt request, and he lets out a low growl

"Such a naughty mouth, sweetheart... I'm gonna have to teach you some manners later."

He says before leaning in and burying his face between your legs, his tongue finding your clit immediately.

Your hand instantly go to Bos hair as you moan

Bo groans against you as your hands tangle in his hair, the sound sending vibrations through your body. He grips your thighs tightly, holding you in place as he starts to lick and suck on your clit, his tongue moving expertly over your sensitive flesh

You cry out and moan feeling the vibration go through you "fuck....."

Bo grins against you, enjoying the sounds of your pleasure and the way your body reacts to his touch. He flicks his tongue over your clit again and again, alternating between licking and sucking, teasing you mercilessly.

You cry out again your free hand going to grip your breast

Bo watches you through hooded eyes, his gaze filled with lust as he sees your hand gripping your breast. He pulls back for a moment just long enough to speak

"Touch yourself, darlin'. I want to watch you fall apart."

You nod and massage your breasts occasionally pinching and rolling your nipples between youy fingers "fell...g..good" you studder as yoy slightly rock yout hips against his tongue

Bo watches you intently as you play with your breasts, his eyes dark with desire. He can feel your body rocking against his tongue, and he groans in approval, his tongue working harder to please you

"That's it, sweetheart... let me hear you. Let me hear those pretty little sounds you make when you feel good."

"FUCK!" You moan loudly

Bo grins again, his tongue moving even faster against your clit. He can feel you getting closer to the edge, and he redoubles his efforts, determined to make you come undone for him

You cum hard on his tongue shaking slightly as you moan his name like a prayer

Bo groans as he feels you come, your body trembling and your voice crying out his name. He continues to lick and suck on your clit, prolonging your orgasm as much as possible. He loves the way you say his name, like it's the only word you can remember in that moment of ecstasy

You push his head away lightly as you shake slightly

Bo finally relents, pulling away from you with a satisfied grin on his face. He sits up, watching you as you come down from your high, his eyes filled with affection and desire

You're so damn beautiful when you cum, sweetheart."

You smile and push away the hair thats stuck to Bos forehead from sweat "only for you love"

Bo chuckles, his chest swelling with pride at your words. He catches your hand as you brush his hair away from his forehead, bringing it to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on your palm.

"Damn right, only for me. You're all mine, darlin'."

"forever and always"

Bo's expression softens at your words, his eyes filled with love and devotion. He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tightly against his chest

"Forever and always, sweetheart. You're my everything."

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[a-hazbin-spider]

A few light clicks come from him, the relaxed little fish was something that stirred up a bit of warmth inside. And, he did feel pretty good that the poor dame wouldn’t need to scrape, beg, crawl or just suffer much more to get what she needed. He sighs lightly, enjoying the feeling of the skin and hair at his fingers, claws careful and oh so gentle with her.

“Th’ octopus, or me?” He jokes. Unless everything is bound down, he’d been known to get out, to escape every so often. Not that it works out for him so great all the time, but it sure does make him feel a little pride to be able to do these things despite it all. “Yeh, the lil things are smart. I’d totally need a big space, an’ make sure they’d have toys n stuff. You don’t gotta worry about me kidnapping one, though. Fer now~.”

Huh. So nice. He could make little braids in here sometime. Maybe if she winds up napping from this sort of scalp massage. Must feel nice if she melts like that. Phisaya even starts using him sort if like a pillow during the process.

“Oh yeah? Can’t say you’re th’ first t’ say. But I am glad they serve a purpose here. Looks like yer gettin’ ready t’pass out on me. Are you gonna need a lift to yer bed or somethin’? I can keep the scratches goin fer a lil bit.”

A thumb moves to dry any stray tears. “Oh my god, I’d be over th’ moon to get a real one! Ha, nah, nah don’t worry, if anything I wouldn’t be dumb enough t’use it on a cane. Uh, but, if I found one I couldn’t promise you I would have th’ willpower not to bring it.”

He managed to say this with nonchalance, he’s pretty sure Phisaya knows he isn’t above just yoinking things, but he at least likes to think he could obtain it through… transaction. Yeah.

Fingers work gently in the soft dark hair. Silky… soft. Kind of what he imagines the surface of the dark ocean, still as glass might be like. Yes- he had thought about it. It’s nice that this slow use of his fingers to rake over her scalp was doing some good. Seeing that Phi calmed down was actually a bit of a relief. This shit… wasn’t easy. So of course the fishy imp would be distressed. The ability for her to rely on him wouldn’t be taken lightly, he’d be sure to give her a better experience. Anything he could do that’d make it easier was something he’d at least attempt. And he’s got the information he needs now. (Including a note to tie a bow to her gift when he’s finished it.)

“I think I might just get a real one, now. Jus’ cuz. A buddy in the sexy eight limbs club. Eh? We’ll get you all sorted out.” Kind of like he can sort out the mental math for what her measurements should be. Don’t forget to round up to the half inch!

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[nanamisflowerfield]

Hello. I really like your story. So can I request headcanon of the dorm leader with s/o that get busted try to kiss by one of overprotective staff. (Perhaps by Crewel or Sam?). The scenario is up to you. Thank you~ 😄.

Thank you, my dear!! Fufufu~.... poor poor dorm leaders and s/o...

I hope that you like it and have a great day!~

🌹 Riddle would lie, if he ever told you that you could never calm him down. The first-year students were always so loud and got on his nerves, except you of course! He loves you dearly! 🌹 But thank the great seven you were always there for him. Even now at this very moment, when Riddle was sitting on his chair, nagging around how exhausting it could be as dorm leader, while you listened to him, smiling softly at your boyfriend. 🌹 “I know that it can get difficult with them… Don’t forget that they are my friends.” You chuckled, softly tracing your fingertips on his cheeks as you lend down, while the redhead closed his eyes. Your lips neared him until they were nearly on his but then it happened… 🌹 “(Y/N)!” You heard one too overprotective person you really wanted to avoid. Crewel crashed into your room, staring at the scene with fury in his eyes. “Rosehearts, you better disappear or else…” The voice of your overprotective professor got deeper, as Riddle’s eyes widen in slight fear. “I will see you later.” He told you, walking out of the Ramshackle dorm as Crewel stared at you. “Really? Him?” – “You wouldn’t want me to be with anybody… Also Riddle is a great boyfriend!” Crewel rolled his eyes as he folds his arms, still staring at you.

🦁 Leona might be a lazy lion, but he was also a lovely lion, if you two were alone. He really liked your affection, especially the sweet kisses he gets, whenever you try to wake him up. 🦁 That is also one thing that you tried to do, so he will finally learn for the next test he had to write and Ruggie was too busy with who knows what to actually try to wake up the lion prince. “Wakey wakey, Leona.~” You tried to shake him, maybe it could wake him up, but no. Luck wasn’t on your side this time. Your hands touched his ears softly, hoping that if you touch him here and there, that you could get lucky with your little mission. “Kiss me. Maybe then I will wake up.” His lips turned into a bright smirk, as he opened one green eye and pulled you by the neck to get his little present. 🦁 “Or just kill the lazy lion.” You heard behind you, as you felt goosebumps all over your body. Oh no. It was Crewel! Groaning, Leona stood up as he clenches his teeth, staring at the overprotective professor. “No need to be an ass.” The prince uttered out. “You don’t have to be so overprotective. Nothing will happen to my herbivore.” – “Oh really? (y/n) can’t use any magic, what if you aren’t there to help them?” Crewel’s eyebrow dropped, angry to even have to discuss it with your boyfriend as the fatherlike man pulled you towards him. “Hands off of herbivore.” Leona growled, pulling you back.

🐙 Azul had a rough past with bullies always shoving him around, getting multiple insults and just feeling like a sad, chubby octopus, but then you came. The light in his dark life. He was beyond happy, when you showed him your loves and gave him lots of hugs and kisses. 🐙 “Rough day?” You massaged your boyfriend’s shoulders, who sighed in his office. “Yeah, Floyd accidently destroyed a table. I don’t know how he did it, but he did it…” You smiled at him, massaging his scalp until Azul turned around to thank you. “You are always welcome. But you could also thank me by giving me a kiss.~” Chuckling at you, Azul closed his eyes leaning towards you, but gets interrupted by a too overprotective being. 🐙 Or maybe multiple ones? Hushs and groans were heard all around you as dark figures flews around, just being seen on the walls of Azul’s room as you groaned. Sam. “Tell your friends to go away.” You listened carefully, now hearing the laugher of Sam, who walked towards you two. “Oh come on, (y/n), they just want to protect you, just like me. Come, time to go. I’m sure that you haven’t finished your homework.” – “I did!” But Sam and his dear friends have already pulled you to them, leaving Azul alone in his room.

🎉 Kalim, oh dear Kalim was so sweet, energetic and a lovable teen. There was nothing that could make him angry or sad. Even that little moment you two were in… 🎉 “K-Kalim, stop t-tickling me!” Tears a re leaving your eyes as you tried to stop your boyfriend, while laughers escaped your mouth, making him grin brightly at you and continuing his little torture. “I-I will give you a kiss, if y-you stop!” The dorm leader’s hands immediately stopped, still smiling at you as he leaned down to your face, awaiting for a sugar like sweet kiss. 🎉 “That’s baaad!~” “Nooo!~ Don’t!~” You heard around you. Kalim looked up, seeing shadowy-like creatures, who looked grumpy just like the man, who walks through the door of your room. “Listen to my friend from the other side. They aren’t the only ones, who think that you two shouldn’t do it.” Sam said, grabbing Kalim by the collar to drag him out. “Come, let’s have a small conversation…” – “Oh no…”

👑 Vil might not look like that or even acts like it, but getting a kiss from you, while he hasn’t make-up on? They were just as sweet as you were. It always made him happy, to see that grin on your lips, whenever you two kissed. It was lovely. 👑 Not only lovely, but it also suited you, just like the make-up he was using on you to test out the new ones he made himself. “Do you like the lipstick on me, Vil?” You asked him, as he leaned down, smiling at his work and he beautiful color of red on you. “It suits you wonderfully, sweet potato.” As you two smiled and leaned into each other to kiss like on many days you two had, an angry person stormed through Vil’s room, surprising you. “Professor Crewel?” 👑 Crewel liked Vil. He wasn’t like the other students, but hell no, he would never allow you and that blond dorm leader to kiss. Maybe you were right, he might be overprotective, but can you really blame him? You were living in another world and it surely is a dangerous one. Of course, he wanted to save you. “You aren’t (y/n) father.” Vil said, raising up from his seat as you walked to Crewel, trying to calm down the older man, so he will leave you and your boyfriend alone. “I might not be their father, but I am the only one here who actually protect (y/n). Remember all the accidents during the lessons and all the spells’ students do wrong? I am one of the people who actually helps (y/n) out.” The professor explained. “And I will protect my sweet potato as well.” Both are staring at each other furiously as you stood in between, trying to calm them both.

🎮 Idia is a shy mess. He loves your love and affection, but he could never give you as much as you gave him. The introvert was just too shy and would rather faint than do it, always thinking that he might do something bad, but thankfully he has you by his side! 🎮 The bluehead sighed. He really wanted to pull that great SSR of one of his favorite characters, but the gacha gods weren’t nice today. Fortunately, you were, as your head dropped to his shoulder, glancing at his phone to see that he only pulled some characters he had already pulled during the event. “Cheer up, Idia.~ You can still get it. The event hasn’t end yet.” You raised your hands, pulling his face towards yours to at least try to cheer him up with a sweet kiss of yours, as Idia stuttered and blushed at the thought of getting another wonderful, heavenly-like kiss of yours. 🎮 “Oh my, what’s this I see?” You hear a familiar voice, as your boyfriend and you shrieked, grabbing him in your hands in fear that something might attack you. “Don’t worry, it is just I and my friends from the other side.” Sam appeared, standing in a dark corner with shadows looming around him staring with bright grins on their mouth at you two love birds. “No kissy, you two.”

🐉 You were everything for Malleus. His treasure, the love of his long life and his soulmate. He would trade everything he had to get a lifetime with you by his side. He was like a sunflower and you the sun; he shall always look at you and only you. 🐉 “My love, are you alright?” the dragonic fae held your hand in his, smiling lovingly at you, as you nodded your head, continuing your small walk in the dark as the light of the stars shined on you. Malleus could swore that you looked like a god with the sweet light on you. If it would be alright, may he even get a sweet kiss of true love then? Leaning down to you, Malleus saw your cheeks turning red, knowing that you both wanted that sweet kiss, but unfortunately one person doesn’t want you to get that little kiss you two love birds wanted. 🐉 “Stars, dark and quite romantic. Wow. But I’m not a big fan of little (y/n) getting a kiss. What do you guys say, my dear friends?” Shadows touched your shoulders, flying around like big monsters, trying to get a small gap between you and your boyfriend. “If I’m not wrong, it isn’t forbidden to kiss their beloved significant other.” Malleus said to Sam, who shrugged his shoulders. “Yeaah, I know, but I still don’t want it to happen… Sooo… Shoo, walk away, prince, (y/n) has to go back to bed.”

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Stolen Moments

Based of of this post! For @juniperquasar and shower anons 💖

Otto Octavius x No gender mentioned Reader

Words: 915

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Stolen moments like these didn’t happen often enough anymore, Otto’s life being all too chaotic now. You had missed him, missed simply being in his presence, missed hearing him hum as he worked, but most of all, missed being his.

After the accident, your budding relationship with the Scientist had ceased, leaving you alone to witness the man you had fallen in love with to crumble mentally; robbing banks and attacking your dear friend Peter, throwing cars around in populated areas.

But now… He had returned to you. Changed, yes, but the same, the same quiet and soft man that he had always been, a thin layer of self confidence more but you here for him, reassurance and love outpouring from your lips when you had first seen him again.

It had been by accident of course, like always. You had only been stepping out to get Tylenol for your migraine and Spiderman had swung right infront of you, grabbing you off of the street and into his arms, his frantic voice yelling, asking you why you were outside alone like that when suddenly, you saw him. Him, Doctor Octopus, jumping and scaling the buildings behind the two of you, claws reaching out every few seconds to rip poor Peter apart.

It was probably the stupidest thing you had ever done, yelling profanities and vulgar words to your ex-boyfriend (was it really ex if he had disappeared and never returned to you?), but you had done it, watching as a vague wave of recognition washes over his visage before he stopped in his metallic tracks.

Peter hadn’t stopped though, swinging away from the larger man and carrying you to safety and away from seeing eyes, ripping his mask off the moment you were on the ground.

“Y/N, what the fuck were you doing at 2am out on the streets?! Do you realize he could have grabbed you and killed you?!” He had cried out, worry painting his features.

“Pete- No, I would have been okay, he wouldn't have hurt me!” You tried to placate him but it didn’t work, his poor shaking hands grabbing you.

“No Y/N, he's not the same Y/N, you have to understand that, okay?”

You turned, eyes landing on the man on the other side of the room, tentacles on the ground behind him. You approached him, tentacles rising softly off the ground as you got closer and circled you, pulling you softly against their creator.

“Sneaking up on me now?” He softly asked with a smile, even if you couldn’t see it, hands continuing his work.

“Not sneaking if I didn't try to hide my approach, now is it? Anyways, come with me, I want to shower.” You said against the back of his shoulder, arms winding around his neck slowly. He shivered, letting all items in his hands drop and turning, caressing the length of your arms.

“I think I would very much like that.” Otto whispered and kissed you, smiling against your lips before letting out a laugh, just now noticing that you were buck naked.

“Eager I see.” He laughed, hands pulling you up and into his arms, already making his way to your bathroom.

You turned on the water and waited for it to heat up, stepping in before him to wet your hair as you knew he would hog the water, always tilting the shower head way too high to reach him. Slowly he entered, hands already reaching for your shampoo and turning you towards him, washing your hair in such a way that you couldnt not love him. He was gentle, massaging your scalp and neck, hands lowering ever so often to tour shoulders and back up.

After a moment, you felt lips against your forehead, eyes opening to stare up at the handsome man who held your heart.

“Not falling asleep now are you darling? What, are you getting too old?” Otto asked you, smirking as you rinsed your hair, hands finding your sides and holding you.

“Here, let me stabilize the old fart so the old fart doesn’t fall.” He continued, leaning down to whisper in your ear, nose rubbing against your cheek.

“Oh, you even smell old!” He let out with a laugh before suddenly you spun around, surprising the man and watching him jump, your eyes going wide as Otto Octavius fell on his behind, groaning out in pain even though the tentacles had saved him from any damage, each one fixed into the now broken wall.

It barely took a second for you to start laughing, tears streaming down your face as your beautifully disgruntled boyfriend stared back up at you, sitting there with a look of vaguely concealed annoyance at the situation.

“Who’s the old fart no-“ You laughed, a yelp escaping you as you equally slipped and fell, landing half on a tentacle that tried to support you and half into Otto’s arms, silence reigning around the both of you. It certainly took no time for him to cheer up though after watching you tumble like that, holding you in his arms and laughing, the kind of laugh that only happened with someone you loved.

You loved him even more, watching the way he wiped his eyes and tried to stop laughing, holding you close as if you were his life line.

You loved him, no matter what life would throw in your way. He would always be yours, just as you were his.

[fonulyn]

K but like an ot3 fic with this prompt?

Just imagine Leon being tricked into actually getting some sleep by his two very willing Bfs.

sleep and ot3? sign me up! :D

-

At first Leon didn't even realize anything was going on. They had all been chronically sleep deprived for pretty much the past decade, and even though things had gotten better for everyone once they'd found the stability their relationship provided, they still were tired more often than not. Okay, maybe Leon was the one it affected the most, as he was still the one who worked mostly solo, but he knew for a fact that both Chris and Piers were regularly exhausted.

So when Chris suddenly decided he needed to take mid-afternoon nap whenever they were home? It wasn't really anything that out of the blue. Piers wasn't home, and Leon figured that while Chris slept he could get started on going through the files he'd been given for his next mission. Not that he really wanted to, but well, the other option was to start dinner and Piers had banned him from the kitchen after he'd turned the rice into actual charcoal.

Yet Leon had barely settled down on the couch with the folder when Chris padded back into the living room. He was only in his underwear and a soft green shirt, hair mussed, and if Leon got stuck staring for a second then, well, no one minded. Somehow he managed to pull himself back to reality, though. "Chris? Why aren't you asleep?"

"I couldn't sleep," Chris frowned, sounding miserable. "I'm not used to... The bed is really big? And we're usually... You know?"

Leon couldn't hold back the grin as he tilted his head. "You saying you want me to come snuggle you to sleep?" It made sense, though. It really did. For years they'd all slept together in the same bed whenever possible, and well, when Leon was away Chris probably clung onto Piers like an octopus. So Leon got up, already before Chris replied, and obediently followed him into the bedroom.

And as Chris pulled Leon into his arms, it took Leon maybe three and a half seconds to fall asleep right there, head pillowed on Chris' chest.

*

It kept happening, as Chris seemed chronically incapable of sleeping without Leon there. Even when Piers was home, he somehow always roped Leon to be his nap buddy. Sometimes Piers joined them, sometimes not, but the constant seemed to always be that Leon ended up sleeping next to Chris one way or the other.

Leon really thought nothing of it, not before Chris was on a week long seminar and suddenly Piers insisted they should take a nap. Leon frowned at him disbelievingly, trying to figure out what was going on. "...you just last week told Chris that you don't need as much sleep as, and I quote, us old people do?"

Immediately Piers looked kind of sheepish. "Well. I know, I just..." He shrugged. "Okay, fine. I just felt like making out like a couple of teens, so sue me."

Laughing, Leon grabbed Piers' arm and pulled him into the bedroom. "Why didn't you say so! The day I say no to kissing you is... well, not today." He pushed Piers onto the mattress, both of them chuckling at it, and immediately crawled after him. "I'd probably have to be dead, then."

"I'd still kiss you even if you were a zombie," Piers said, even if he already then knew it'd earn him a playful slap.

Leon didn't answer, instead he leaned in and kissed Piers, slow and exploring. They kept kissing for a good while, just for the sake of kissing, not really even aiming to get any further with it. Piers was rubbing slow circles onto Leon's back, brushing his fingers through his hair and gently massaging his scalp, and with each touch and every kiss Leon felt himself relax further.

So if he ended up falling asleep right on top of Piers... well. No one could blame him for sure.

*

There might've been fleeting suspicions before, but Leon didn't really care enough to dig deeper and so the entire thing slipped his mind. Somehow he felt more awake and alive than in ages, though, the ever present veil of tiredness getting less heavy. It was ... refreshing? Rejuvenating? Hell, he didn't know, but he did feel better.

Then he happened to walk past the kitchen when Chris and Piers were talking in there, and he caught the tail-end of the conversation.

"I really need to drive to the bank today," Chris said, "today was the only available appointment for the month, and I'd really want to get the loan sorted out."

"It's fine, I didn't have anything planned," Piers responded, "I can be on Leon duty today." There was a pause, some dishware clinking, before he went on. "You can join us if you're back early."

Chris laughed. "We all know I can't sneak in so silently he won't wake up. And he needs this."

"He does," Piers agreed, "he's been looking healthier, don't you think?"

That was the point when Leon stepped into the kitchen, clearing his throat as he stared at his boyfriends disbelievingly. "So let me get this straight," he started, ignoring the way both Chris and Piers spun to stare at him from huge eyes, already looking guilty. "You've been trying to trick me," he looked from Chris to Piers, "seduce me," he went on, "into healthy sleeping!?"

Chris shrugged. "Well, depends..."

Piers looked at him, part guilty, part hopeful. "Is it working?"

For a second Leon stared at the two. Then he couldn't hold back a laugh. "...maybe." Despite how surprised he was, he didn't exactly feel ambushed, only somewhat foolish that he hadn't figured it out sooner. Most of all, he was really damn touched that the two had gone to such trouble for his well-being.

The silence lasted for a beat, before Chris broke it. "Do you want us to stop?" he asked, utterly sincere.

Without hesitation, Leon shook his head. "No," he said, not even trying to hold back his smile. "Please continue."

Already the bright smiles he got in return were more than worth it.

And, well, the extra sleep was kind of nice.

[anxietywriter]

glomp

Bunch of stuff about physical touch and different ways to show physical affection or closeness. Written in first person bc fuck it this is entirely self indulgent

i so badly want to run my fingers through their hair or massage their scalp while we casually just hang out

looking over their shoulder by just going behind them and plopping my chin on their shoulder and trapping them with my octopus arms

playfully shoving them or bumping shoulders when I get excited or outraged when watching a show/movie as if to say "DID YOU SEE THAT?!"

taking one of their hands as they scroll on their phone with their other hand and just, messing around with their free hand. Not even holding it for the most part, just bumping their fingertips against mine or my palm, running my fingers along the back of their hand, playing with their rings.

hugs, just putting my arms out wide with the expectation of a hug and receiving one

ive said it before, I'll say it again, just laying on top of them. any way shape or form just flopping on them

laying my head on their thigh,, annoying them by trying to get their attention and batting at their hands

linking arms or holding their wrist or arm or hand and just being able to drag them around or swing our hands

the amount of trust to just lay down and caress or be caressed on the face. light touches across the cheekbones, a finger pressing down on the corner of their lips, drifting down their chin to trace the length of their neck, back up to smooth their brows before kissing their forehead.

playing with their chest, lil squeezy. small boop on the nips. free mini massage as I just use my thumb to trace around their chest.

Kisses everywhere on the face, lil pecks. As a treat. the more they giggle the better, just massive smooches.

gotta tuck my face into their neck, like it's a hidey hole. Hug em real close for maximum face hiding

grabbing their waist, the unexplainable urge to spin them around, twirl them, or just run the whole flat of my hand across their stomachs, back and forth like a paintbrush.

love the goblin energy that is kicking at their feet under the table for incomprehensible reasons

painting their nails,, especially if they want to try a new color

fiddling with their necklace or bracelet because yes

i love when they start getting sleepy and drowse off while leaning against me. they're like a warm sack of flour.

[notyetneedcoffee]

Park Here

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut

Naughty Date Night Series

The red and white 1955 Chevy Bel Air stood out among the slick black and sliver sports cars in the garage. A wide smile crossed your face. “Perfect.”

“Told you I could rent one.” Tony grinned. He held out a black case. “Here’s the rest. Just set it on the ground, open it up and press the power button. I’ve already put the micro speakers inside the car.”

You pulled him into a tight hug. “You’re the best.”

“I just dig the idea.” He laughed. “I may have to steal it later and claim it as my own.”

Rolling your eyes, you took the case and the keys. As you placed the case behind the passenger seat of the Chevy, you inquired. “How long until Steve’s training sessions are done?”

“They’re scheduled to go until five.”

An hour and a half. Plenty of time. “Excellent. Thanks.”

Steve entered the suite with a smile and call of your name. His smile widened when you came out of the bedroom wearing a cheery sundress that buttoned all the way down the front and slip on sandals with just a little heel. Wearing little make up, hair loose, you’d dressed fresh and simple just like he preferred.  

“Well, hello beautiful.” He beamed, his large hands cupping your cheeks and mouth covering yours in a sweet kiss.  

“Hi, handsome.” You gazed up at him. “I pulled a note out of the jar.”

“And?”  

“It said, ‘take time for an old fashion dinner and a movie’. So I’ve made some plans.”  

“I take it we’re not staying in.” His hands dropped to your hips.  

“Correct. But we’re not going anywhere fancy either.” You licked your lips. “No need to change out of your tee shirt and jeans.”

“Okay then, let me get my keys.” Steve’s soft lips pressed against your temple.  

“Ah, no.” You took his hands in yours. “We’re not taking your car. I got us a different ride for tonight.”

A slow smirk grew across his face. “Alright. I’ll follow your lead.”

“I like the sound of that.” You grinned. 

When you led him to the red and white classic, Steve laughed with delight. He took the keys from you and held the door open. As you slid in, he kissed your hand.

Settling behind the wheel, Steve grinned over. “So where to?”

The drive-in served thick messy burgers with piping hot fries. You laughed and talked, easily ignoring everyone around. Steve grinned as you licked salt from your fingers. You giggled as he took your hand and kissed the back of your knuckles. The tip of his tongue slipped out and his eyes promised all kinds of pleasure.  

“What time is this movie we’re going to?”  

You looked at the darkening sky. “Soon. It’s should be just about right once get there.”

“There isn’t a scheduled time.” Steve frowned.  

“Hey,” you nudged him. “Trust me. Remember?”

“Absolutely.” Steve grinned.  

As you drove through the darkness, at every turn you told Steve to make, he would raise an eyebrow and smirk at you. You’d giggle. “Trust me.”

The parking lot lights were mostly off when you pulled into the empty hanger at the far end of Stark’s flight strip just north of the compound. Steve opened his mouth, but you laughed. “Trust me. Pull around back. There’s a couple traffic cones, park between them.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He drove the car around the the back of the building, the only lights coming from the car and the stars above. He spotted the cones and parked as instructed. “Now what?”

“We watch a movie.” You got out of the car and pulled the case from behind the seat. He watched as you quickly set up the portable projector beside the car. A thirty foot image shone on the white wall of the hanger. The car filled with the sounds of the opening credits of the film.

Slipping back into the car, you moved all the way over on the bench seat until you were curled against Steve’s chest. He was grinning like a fool. “A drive in movie. You set up a drive in move for me.”

“It’s an entire American staple that you missed.”  

His palm turned your face to meet his. “You’re incredible.”

Steve kissed you slow as the opening to Hitchcock’s Rear Window began to play on the screen. He smiled against your lips and pulled you closer. So, you snuggle up and get comfortable in his arms.  

After a few moments Steve’s lips ghosted against your ear, “It’s really not fair. You know I don’t like scary movies.”

You giggled. “Captain America scared by an Alfred Hitchcock movie?”  

“He’s terrifying.” Steve chuckled.  

“You can hold on to me during the frightening bits.”  

A devilish grin spread over his face. Steve shifted you around, guiding your leg over his lap. The bucket seat in the old car left plenty of room. He grinned like a kid at Christmas as he began to unbutton your sundress.  

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” You giggled, hands tracing over his strong shoulders.  

“Distracting myself during the scary parts.” Steve answered, face not quite serious. He moved aside your dress to cup your breasts through the lace of your bra.

You rocked your hips into him. “It just started. Nothing scary has happened yet.”

“Not the point.” Steve wet mouth laid hot kisses against your neck. “Hitchcock is terrifying. You need to protect me.”  

You laughed, fingers raking through his hair, nails lightly scratching against his scalp. He practically purred. One of his hands bunched up the skirt of your dress, pulling it free to give him full access to your thighs. His thumb rubbed along the inside of your thigh, moving closer and closer to your core.

Taking his face in your hands, you kissed him. He rutted up against your warmth as you gently sucked his lower lip and ran your tongue along his.  

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He gasped. “Do you want to keep these?” His fingers tugged at your barely there panties. You shook your head and Steve tore them at the hips. His fingers slipped between your folds. “Mmm, so wet.”

You tugged blindly at his belt while nipping the edge of his jaw. You opened his jeans, tugging them down just enough to release him. “Been thinking about fucking you in this car all day.”

“Hell, yes.” Steve groaned as your fingers wrapped around his cock. He kissed you hard, a growl rumbling up from chest. “Is that what you need? Need me fuck you hard? Make this car rock until you scream?”

God. He made you melt when he used that tone of voice. “Please.”

“Move here, baby.” Steve manhandled you onto the bench seat beside him. He placed you on your knees, leaning over the seat facing back. Lifting your skirt, he massages his fingers into your ass. “Gorgeous.”

You bit back a whimper as his fingers slipped into you. Gripping the back of the seat, your head tipped as Steve’s nipped at base of your neck as he put a knee on the seat and curled beside you. A shiver slipped down your back. Wet sloppy sounds filled the car as he pumped in his fingers in you cunt. In the confines of the car, your panting and the heat of your bodies quickly steamed the windows.  

“Steve,” you whined. “God, so close.”  

Reaching back, you wrapped your fingers around his cock. Steve groan, tongue running along the curve of your ear. He felt your cunt clench around his fingers. “Fuck, yes, sweetheart.”

Your thighs shook. The tension low in your belly tightened. Fire bloomed, burning out to your toes. Your cried out. Steve held you close, mouth locked onto your shoulder, hand working you through your orgasm.  

Steve pushed his jeans further down and curled behind you. The head of his cock easily slid through your wetness, filling you. “Oh fuck!”

His arm wrapped around your middle, and his other hand gripped the back of the seat beside you. Steve began to pound into you, hard and fast. You cried out, over sensitive nerves exploding. He growled, drowning in the feel of you. The sound and smell of sex filled the car.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes.” Steve chanted. You began to quake. His fingers pulled at your nipple. You exploded. Steve grabbed your shoulder plunging harder into your release. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You came hard, flooding over his cock, letting out a scream. It drove him over the edge. His hips snapped, pushing in hard, filling you. “Holy shit.”

You felt boneless. Slick ran down your thighs. Muscles twitched. Steve rolled back onto the seat, pulling you into his lap. Your face buried in his neck, breathing in the scent of him. His hand traced up and down your thigh. After a moment he chuckled.

“What?” You sounded drunk.

“We never even made it to the back seat.” He grinned. “Are we supposed to do that in the back seat?”

“Hmm. Probably.” You giggled.

“Well, let’s start the movie over and move to the back.” His voice rumbled in your hair. “You may have to save me from the scary parts again.”

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