#tyyyy for the request!

[tolyys]

Canada, perhaps? 👀 I'm curious to see him in your style

yes yes!! this dude was my first favorite, way back when i first joined the fandom! 💕

[foxy-alien]

if you're still taking drawing requests... alecto doing something nona-ish maybe?? (i firmly believe she's still very loving underneath all the Rage)

Puppy love was different, it just made you want to open the puppy’s lips and play with the puppy’s teeth.

[wzardjellies]

Yo, could you draw Millie x Nichelle? It's okay if you don't want to or ignore this request tho! I understand, so don't worry :) Love your art either way! /nf

The respectfulness???? Ofc you can I actually think they are incredibly cute

[spacenintendogs]

Ruffther :>>> pretty pleaaaaase

say less

[127luvr]

hi 🌷 can i request something for jaemin’s bday? 🥺 like how you two would spend the day, if he would like to do something special or if he’d prefer staying at home with the people he loves.

basically i leave it to your imagination, i just need some extra fluff rn 😫🩷

also, when is your birthday? 🫵🏻

Birthday party ⋆⋆♕⋆⋆

Na Jaemin x Male Reader

Celebrating a birthday as an idol is tiring. Jaemin has done it several times in the past few years. Birthday lives, birthday fanmeets—with other members—amongst other celebrations in which he could include his fans and his members. He always spent the night before his birthday with his family—whether it was over the phone or in person, they were his priority as all he wanted to do was give back to everyone he received love from. The day of, he loved interacting with his fans for an hour or two, basking in the birthday wishes and taking a few bites of the last minute cake the company got him. After is usually when he would be taken out by his members—birthdays were the rare occasions where almost all twenty of them could gather around and spend time.

The day after was all for him. Opening gifts he didn’t get a good look at the night before. Keeping every card he was given along with sending thank you texts to everyone he could think of.

However—after meeting you he’s been thinking about changing his routine in order to incorporate you. There was no better person for him to want to spend time with during his birthday. He rubbed at his eyes as he thought, fingers reaching up to rub the wrinkles that formed on his forehead as he weighed his options.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” You can’t quite read him—the long lashes touching the top of his cheeks when he managed to blink. His unwavering gaze fixes on you instead of the plain wall—eyebrows furrowing to show he was still deep in thought—your words muffled in his ears. “Jaem?”

“I think I’m going to skip on the birthday live this year.” His tone is definitive, you know he’s already made up his mind even as you gesture for him to continue. He pats the cushion next to him, inviting you over from where you stood. When he finally gets you next to him he can’t help but latch onto your arm—leaning his entire body weight on your side. “I can distract them with pictures of my chest,” he backtracks quickly when he catches your eyes—jealousy evident in them. “Not funny, got it. I can post unseen baby pictures and me in my rookie years as a gift. I want to spend my actual birthday with… you.” You’re used to Jaemin’s theatrics. But he’s being genuine here. His pause being out of nerves more than anything. “I’ll do my usual ritual but I can squeeze in my family and my members in one day—or they can wait until the day after.”

“Jaemin.” You offer a quick kiss, the perfect distraction to stop him from rambling. He’s stunned—shiny lips frozen mid-sentence. “No one’s going to be mad at how you choose to spend your birthday—it’s your day. I’d be honored to spend it with you no matter how you choose to celebrate, okay?”

The day of you make sure to wake up earlier than Jaemin—climbing out of his bed as quietly as you could. Making sure to cover him with the blanket before leaving the door half open. Staying with Jaemin had its perks.

His entire apartment was very open—meaning you could still keep an eye on the tv show you were watching while cooking breakfast for Jaemin. It was nothing too extravagant—using pancake mix for mini pancakes and air frying just enough pieces of bacon for you and Jaemin to share. You take your time in plating the food, cutting up some peaches you picked up just for him and placing them in a small bowl. With a quick picture you pick up the tray, balancing it with both hands as you tiptoed towards his room.

You could see his shadow stretch on the bed frame, his bare arms bulging even when relaxed.

“Happy birthday, baby.” You almost missed his startled expression—not expecting any noise to come from the room as he woke up to it empty. You place the tray on top of him, handing him his shiny utensils when he sits up to take in the food. He’s speechless. His eyes saying everything he couldn’t as they tear up at the inner corners. “I have a few options for you to choose between, okay? We could either stay home and do whatever you want—”

“I want that one.”

“I haven’t even finished yet.” You receive an eye roll from Jaemin, one hand picking his food up and the other holding Luna—who had jumped up into the bed at the smell of his food.

“I did a live when you went to bed. Stayed up a little while to talk to fans and play with the cats, I hope I didn’t wake you.” You shook your head, climbing back into the bed to take Luna from him, holding her in the air with her legs out. “I do want to stay home, (Y/n). Spend the day with you in fluffy pajamas and watch my favorite movies. That’s the ideal birthday. I don’t need to hear any other options.” Jaemin takes a last bite of the bacon before placing the tray on his nightstand. He dusts his hands off away from the bed before pulling you in to the covers with him. “We can even sleep in a little longer, don’t you think?”

You can feel his heartbeat through his shirt as he pulls you in to lay on his chest. Luna is still in between the two of you, laying down on her back as she pokes her head out in the only gap where you and Jaemin aren’t touching.

“Okay but I’m still planning on baking you a birthday cake later, so we can’t sleep for too long.” You manage to raise your head up, grabbing Jaemin’s face with your free hand so he would look down at you. You see his shiny lips part, his eyes half closed when he stares down at you. “Happy birthday Jaem.”

[yourfavealbumisgender]

Dead Man's Party by Oingo Boingo is Gay and Transgender!

requested by anon

[chipadequeso]

hello could you perchance draw randy of the passenger (2023)... thank you very much o7

OF COURSEEEE I LOVE RANDYYYYY. RAAAANDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY............

[trashshouldnt]

can i request a past/present/future cartomancy thingy? :3

of course!! since you didn't specify a question, ill just go for "what is in betatrolls' near future?"

for your past card, you got the ace of diamonds, "an important message relating to love or business." for your present, you got the six of spades, "A forewarning of an inevitable event that will impact your personal or professional life." and for your future, you got the seven of spades, "The loss of a significant relationship, possibly due to a conflict or misunderstanding."

now, if i had to guess based on these cards, id say theyre warning you to listen to any important news you get and to communicate as best as you can with your loved ones, lest you lose them.

remember, this is just one interpretation, and the future isnt set in stone! draw your own conclusions, but dont get too caught up in it :]

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Someone bought me a coffee I'm crying

[hoshigray]

Just want to start and say hiiiii I love the work you put out and I can't get over how amazing they are. Since you said your inbox is open I was thinking about Life Guard Choso and a little lips to lips action by the pool side at night. Include anything else you see fit I don't mind☺️.

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: omg tyyyy !! and yippee, a choso request :DD haven't written for him in a long while

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: lifeguard! Choso x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - kissing; making out - sexual acts in a public place; hotel pool room - breast fondling + sucking - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (m! + f! receiving) - praising - implied v + p insertion (ends with cowgirl) - implied unprotected sex (psa: don't be silly; wrap the willy) - cameo: Nobara (best friend) - Choso having a lil crush on reader, and lowkey being horny on the job, lawl - reader lowkey being flirty and taking the lead role.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.7k

“—Khhh, ohooo, ohhhmyGod, Chosoooo, your tongue feels so good!”

“Hoooohh, Ch’soooo, right there! Keep scraping me right there…!”

As lifeguarding night shifts go, last night’s had to be the most bewildering Choso has ever endured.

He sits on the lifeguard chair, observing the indoor pool area inside the hotel where he’s working during spring break.  Luckily, there weren’t many customers coming to use the pool during his shifts — especially the night ones. So, all Choso had to do was watch the hours go by, go to his lunch break, and occasionally come back if he was called in for the night shift. 

What sounds like a manageable task turns out to be otherwise because someone is sitting at the edge of the pool and captures Choso’s observant brown eyes from time to time. It’s you, sitting at the edge with your feet submerged in the water as you converse with your friend — he picks up their name is Nobara – about the joys of your spring break adventures for the past few days. 

Your frequent giggles and sweet voice are difficult for him to ignore, sneaking glances under his cap to see you, shooting himself internally for taking advantage to look at you in your cute one-piece swimsuit that hugged your curves nicely. And then the warmth of his blood swiftly changes to freezing temperature when your eyes land on him, averting his gaze back into the water before him.

The ripples of the water have him thinking back on the night shift last night, his cheeks reddening as he recollects the memories…

It was a lonely shift as Choso was the only person in the indoor pool area. It wasn’t until the hour touched two hours behind midnight when the door opened and came you. As someone who’s been lowkey crushing on you for the past few days, this immediately became the worst-case scenario for the young lifeguard, forced to gawk and examine your graceful swimming and two-piece figure. 

He’s been doing that for a solid fifteen minutes, suffering in silence while his eyes scan the curves of your thighs and legs and follow the droplets of water trickle down to your cleavage. Eyeing you with such indecency, what an inappropriate thing as a lifeguard.

And it comes back to bite him on the ass when you walk out of the pool and approach him to his chair, startling the pecan brown-haired hotel worker. “Hey there,” you say so charmingly, practically inviting him with just the greeting. “I can’t help but think you’re lonely here just watching me swim…Would you humor me and accompany me? Would feel bad I’m the reason you’re here doing your job at such a late hour…”

Choso knew he should shoot down the offer as he was still on duty. However, judging by how it was nearly an hour and a half from closing the pool and that most of the other hotel workers were gone, a tiny part of him was pinching him to accept the proposal of his mini-crush. It’s just a swim, in the water and out, right…?

That’s what he kept telling himself as he was following and talking with you in the pool; although every time you referred to him by his name, swam circles around his rigid body, or tittered at his words, that statement was demonstrated worthless. The lights from inside the water illuminated your frame lured Choso in with every minute, your eyes sparkling like the broken surface tension of the water.

“Hey, Choso,” God, he couldn’t believe you were calling him by his name; it sounded too dreamlike to be reality. “Have you ever given someone CPR?”

“Uhh, yeah, like once or twice,” he replied while averting his eyes to the other side of the room as if that would help his pinkish blush not be seen by you.

“Really?” You probed, bringing your frame for the water to reach your chin. “You must know the procedure pretty well, then…Hey, let me test you then!”

Huh? “What now?”

“Okay, I’m gonna pretend to drown, and you do whatever lifeguard procedure you do to get me out of the water.” You said it with such a beaming attitude that Choso couldn’t tell if you were serious. They can’t be serious…And then, you took a giant breath before allowing your body to be completely submerged in the water, sinking to the pool floor.

Choso looked to where you were for about five seconds; you two were at around the 4th or 5th feet of the pool — there’s no way you had to be serious. But five seconds turned to ten, and you didn’t exhibit any signs of wanting to breach. It caused his jaw to drop; no shot, they’re actually serious!

With haste, Choso waddles down to your spot and drives himself into the water, taken aback in perplexity when you greeted him with a wave. He then brings a hand under your legs and one to your shoulder, breaching with you in bridal style. He voices his bafflement, “Wh–What was that idea?”

“Hahaha, took you long enough; you’re a pretty terrible lifeguard for taking your sweet time rescuing me!” You jest to him, the comment poking right through Choso’s stature and dignity. 

“I didn’t know you were serious or not…”

“Drowning is always a serious issue,” you bat your eyes at him before poking the mark across his face. It wasn’t until then that Choso realized how close he had you, your face two inches away from his, and the top of your two-piece now in his line of sight for your cleavage to capture his dangerous curiosity. He turns his head to show some modesty he has left, but it’s too late; you saw him. A twinge of your lip forms a pleasant grin, “Well, you know what happens next, right?”

He blinks and brings his face back in your direction. Surely you didn’t mean that, asking the following to make sure, “Wh…What?”

“Mouth-to-mouth, of course!” Oh, this was going way too far, the poor lifeguard holding you frozen still at your goal. “Why, you don’t want to put your lips on me? Or were you sneaking glances at me these past few days for nothing?” Another arrow that shot him down; you knew!? “You’re not quite subtle, you know. Hehe, but I find that kinda cute.” 

Choso tried to explain himself, but what only came out was stammers and squeaks. Your gaze had him internally nervous and exposed, so you had to poke him even more, “So? Are you gonna leave your drowning rescuee’s lips alone or save me?”

He gulped at the phrasing, struggling to find the words to give to you. Not you were giving him a chance because your face was moving closer to his every second he didn’t answer. And when your eyelids come down, Choso hesitantly does as well and brings his lips onto your soft ones. 

The first peck was long, yet sweetly introduced you two together. You snaked your hand up his pecs to his neck, inviting him to kiss you a second time. His restraint dissolved with every sedation of your lips on his, and it vanished wholly when his ears picked up a moan. He becomes more adventurous and chews on your bottom lip, and the whimper you let out ignites something that he’s been dying to contain for this long. 

A hot and steamy kiss that was built up to happen here and now, and Choso relishes having you like this like it’s a dream. You break the kiss with a gasp for air, panting alongside him with a smile. “Well then, do I have to tell you what should happen next, too?”

When Choso silently leads you out of the pool with him, you are pleased that you don’t have to.

“—Khhh, ohooo, ohhhmyGod, Chosoooo, your tongue feels so good!”

Choso moved you to one of the cushioned chaise lounge chairs to lie as he ripped you off your bottoms and greeted your lower half with attention. Being between your legs was far from what he ever imagined; however, with how you tase on his tongue and the wails you’re letting out for him, he can’t find it in himself to stop now. 

He licks your clit with a circle, and you squeak at the motion. “Mmmm…feeling’ good there, Y/n?”

“Ohhh, yesss, oh yessss,” you respond with a hazed expression, letting your euphoric sounds fill the quiet indoor pool room occupied by you two. “Fuuuck, lick me more, please…”

Even your requests to him were dear to his ears, obliging your folds with feverish laps and swirls. Your cries become louder, legs jolting with ever every lave and suck of your leaking fluids. But Choso holds you by the thighs, massage them to relax your body. Damn, you felt so soft to his fingers, wanting to have his hands on you for as long as he can.

You bite your lip when your hand grabs tuffs of his down brunette hair, egging him to give your clitoris more kisses and hurried licks that almost have you choke on your spit. “Oh, myGod—Mmmph! You’re so good at this, Choso…Ahhhh, oh fuck, feels too gooood…!”

Choso lifts his head to lock his chocolate eyes with yours, examining your reaction when he switches his tongue with a forefinger bullying inside your vagina. The insertion has your bold jerk upwards, squirming at the finger that’s scraping the velvety texture of your vaginal walls. He then kisses from your thigh up to your abdomen, sucking on your skin to tease. Once he comes up to your top piece, he uses his free hand to bring it up and finally releases your breasts for his eyes to survey. His mouth doesn’t waste time having a nipple inside, licking on the bud as he gropes the other breast.

“Ahhnn! Hahhh, hehe, you look so hot doing that,” you comment, making the young man sneak a glance at you before he sucks and nibbles on the nipple. His finger inside your cunt goes faster, having you whine when his thumb comes to your clit. Swipes to the delicate button erupt howls from your agape mouth, “Ohhhh, Hoooohh, Ch’soooo, right there! Keep scraping me right there…pleaseee, don’t stop…!”

He withdrew from your nipple with a soft “pop” from his lips, bringing his face inches close to yours. “Gonna cum on my fingers, yeah?” He asks to distract you from the sneaking middle finger that invades between your folds. The two digits work together to reach places you couldn’t, rubbing and scratching your inner walls with tips. 

“Yesss, yesss, I’m gonna cum…! More, more—Oh, Ohooo!” Choso kisses you again, and you happily mewl into his lips as your orgasm climbs up with the pace of his fingers and his thumb pressing and swiping on your clit. Your chasm clamps onto his digits, bringing your hands to his face to keep the kiss going as your climax hits you.

Shocks from your body prompt you to tremble under him, the walls of your slit contract around his fingers, and your hips involuntarily sway to ride out the phases of your clarity. You suck on Choso’s tongue; his groans are music to your ears while your hand travels down to his swim trunks and feels the tent of his groin.

He moans, breaking the kiss to look where your hand is. You chuckle, “It’s time to return the favor. Come on, let’s switch.”

He follows your lead and takes the position you had previously, watching you situate yourself between his legs as you bring his trunks down to have his erection spring out. He panics a little when you gasp aloud while marveling at his limb, “My, what a long thing you were hiding from me…”

Your compliment has the blush on his ears scorch him with unbearable heat, and you keep eye contact while your plump lips place kisses on the sensitive pink tip of his cock. He hitches his breath at the contact, especially at your hand, grasping his length and beginning stroking motions.

Your tongue dances around his glans and presses on the frenulum, nibbling on the rough skin while your free hand goes to his testicles, softly kneading them to provoke moans to leave his lips. “Such cute sounds from such a cute guy; keep making more for me, okay?” He places a hand on your head, a sign that you take initiative to pop his dick into your mouth. 

Bobbing your head up and down, you take in Choso’s shaft inch by inch, the warmth of your mouth doing wonders to his senses. A hand grips the cushion of the tongue chair he’s lying on, and shivers crawl up his spine when you mumble after taking it to the hilt as your voice travels through his body. 

“Mmmm…Nngohh, fuck,” he curses with furrowed brows, biting his lip when sensing your tongue lick the underside of his cock. Fuck, your mouth felt so damn good — it took everything for Choso not to rut into your mouth voluntarily. Your tight throat didn’t make it any better, and the walls enveloping his entire girth had him drooling. 

Puffed cheeks suck on him leisurely, your lips coated from the saliva covering him, the noises so erotic and out of this world. You continue to massage his balls while your mouth occupies him, alternating with your hands to go down and suck on his balls roughly.

Here is where Choso finds it hard to contain himself with every second, his thighs jerking with every sign of pleasure, throwing his head back when his dick is back inside your gummy throat. Hips subtly propel to your mouth to create more friction, and he whimpers as you happily accept him with mumbled wails and restlessly jerk him off. 

“—Kahhnn, nnmgh, shit, Yn,” your name sounds like a dazed slur, the hand purchased on your head eggs you to go faster. He almost bites his tongue when yours teases his urethra for more of his precum, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m cumming…shiiit, ohh…!”

And you give him aid, sucking on his cock harder and bobbing frantically while you use both your hands to pleasure him more. The commotion of his lower half corrupts all of his senses, hanging by a thread to hang on and howl your name out. One last lap and harsh suck on his glans induces a choked groan, and Choso finally ejaculates into your mouth.

With the thirst pump, you instantly take him back inside your throat, drinking every bit of his load exuding from his throbbing member. He thrusts as you suck him, his orgasm shaking his being with every rut and sob. He heaves and pants, your name said in helpless prayers while you suck his soul out. And, God, does he fucking love it so.

You give him mercy and release his shaft, placing more tiny kisses on it while watching Choso’s quaking frame calm down. And when he does, you bring your body off from between his legs. “Thank you for saving me, Choso.” You crawl to place a gentle kiss on his lips with a hum, and then you relish the cute sounds he makes as your wet cunt meets his length. 

“Let me reward you by pampering you more...”

“….—op, don’t stare at him so hard!”

“Is that him?”

Choso snaps back to the present when he hears familiar voices speak — it is you and Nobara he finds that are looking at you from across the poolside. Nobara being the one staring dead at him; your best friend’s eyes feel like daggers piercing Choso’s pale skin. It made him gulp with nervousness.

Then, she cocks her head and leans to speak. “Doesn’t look so bad; don’t know about that mark on his face, though…How long was it, again?”

“Shhh, be quiet!” You slap her arm to silence her, making the mistake of looking at Choso. You two look into each other’s gazes for a few seconds, the warmth of your cheeks creeping up and having you two sever your faces elsewhere. 

Nobara saw the exchange, lifting a brow before asking you, “So, do you want me to give him your number, or would you like to fuck him again before that—Oww!!“ Another slap to her bare shoulder, she winces this time.

“Jesus Christ, shut up!”

@screampied 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

requests/thirsts are open hehe~ 🧸

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are wholeheartedly appreciated ☆ dividers by @/benkeibear.

[tittysuckersworld]

YOU ARE !!!

!!!!!!!!

[jinxvex]

I need more sweet sfw sevika! You write her so perfectly 😫 could you maybe do sevika being all cutesie and worried, comforting her s/o through a migraine? Tyyyy 🩷🩷🩷

♱ gf!sevika comforting you through a migraine!! (sfw) ♱

got chu! 🫶🏽👏🏽😘 we accept the wholesome shit around here too! AKDFKL

thank you for the request!

cw: no nsfw! all cute & comfort!! mentions of kissing + lovey dovey shit.

as you lay in the bed shared by you and your girlfriend sevika in your (also shared) living space, you were cursed yet again with the most painful throbbing in your head-- it leaked straight to your brain, face, and neck, causing you immense pain. it'd never been this bad before.

you've gotten used to the pain of occasional migraines that were stress induced by living in the dangerous underground city of zaun-- constantly plagued by the fear of getting robbed, killed, or worse.

or perhaps your migraines were hereditary? who knows.

it doesn’t help that your partner (sexy butch lesbian) sevika hasn't been home in a while, she usually helped you through the intense pain, caressing you, promising you she'd always protect you (although you could probably do a good job of that by yourself! u ain't no punk!).

the pain only seemed to get worse as the hours went by, your hands clutching and clawing at your skull in an attempt to alleviate the pain, causing your vision to turn white and your stomach to churn.

suddenly, after what seemed like days, the front door to your dimly lit apartment creaked open with the arrival of the person you loved most, sevika.

sevika was greeted with amplified silence as she made her way into the sacred place she shared with you-- you'd usually be waiting for her near the front door, ready to hug, kiss, and ask about her day.

she was confused at the nothingness that encapsulated what usually felt lively; like a breath of fresh air compared to the depressing streets of zaun.

she eventually makes her way to the bedroom and eventually finds you lying there, in the fetal position and visible discomfort.

she’d ends up next to you in an instant. already knowing what was bothering you, yet again.

“baby? sweetheart, are you alright?” + “is it your head again?” she questions in genuine concern.

you slowly rise out of the cocoon you’ve made with your body to wrap your arms around her and cry into her neck, “it hurts so badly vika…”

she couldn't bear the thought of you hurting so much. she quickly (but gently) hooks her mech arm around your waist and rests her hand on your lower shoulder (think flynn rider and rapunzel when they hug at the end of the tangled).

as she revels in the warmth and smell of your neck, she whispers nothing but sweet and comforting things into your ear as her other flesh hand massages the area that hurts the most.

“s’okay, baby, i’m here now.” + “gonna make it all better for you, sweet girl, don’t worry.” + “shh look at me. ‘m gonna take care of you honey, i promise.”

and she makes good on that promise! she gives you medicine, bathes you, give ya kisses all over + cooks you food!!

hope u like!! ❦

[revenant-coining]

oki we found omnigay (link) ! definded as: "Genderfluid, with one’s attraction to other genders changing with one’s gender so that the individual is always attracted to the same gender."

Is there an identity that's like. Your gender is fluid in a way that makes your sexuality gay in every direction. Like mirror pronouns but for gender and only in case of partners.

we weren't able to find one !

[127luvr]

Can I request a fic with Huening Kai. Just Hyuka showering reader with affection and trying to lift up his mood after a bad day :)

Magic

Huening Kai x Male Reader

If comfort were a person, you would think it was Huening Kai.

“What happened, baby?” You shook your head into his shoulder—shaking from the chilly weather and being unable to stop your tears from flowing. “Hey, I can’t help you if you don’t at least use your words. Tell me, baby, what do you need?”

This is one thing you appreciated about Kai. He was beyond patient and understanding with you regardless of how much you were willing to share with him. He didn’t need context as to what made you so upset, all he knew was that he wanted to comfort you. And so he did.

This is how the two of you ended up sprawled out on the living room couch, your body directly on top of Kai’s. The warmth radiating off of his body soothing you. He moved his large hand up and down your back, occasionally bringing it up to brush your (h/c) with his long fingers. You could feel his heartbeat as you laid your head on his chest—arms wrapped around his middle as if he was going to disappear if you were to let go.

You let out a shaky breath, still not trusting yourself to speak out loud. Instead, you offer him a whisper, “I love you.”

It’s barely audible—but he catches it. He feels your lips move against his shirt and smiles down at you, dark eyes wrinkling around the corners. Pressing his lips to your forehead, he whispers it back—scared to do anything else. Worried that you might readjust yourself if he were to move.

The rest of the night is spent like this. Comfortable silence and the occasional humming that came from Hyuka. He offered some stories about his days so far and updates on the rest of the members—who seemed to be missing the both of you. Which was a problem for another day. For tonight, you had Huening Kai all to yourself.

[parkerpeter24]

HIII i am begging can you write a Peter Parker x reader one shot where peter and reader are married and have a toddler and maybe the avengers team find out PLISSSS ANS TYYYY 🫶🫶🫶

baby 🥺

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

requests are open (but i barely write stuff)

masterlist

“what is he doing on the ceiling?!” kate yelled as soon as you entered the lobby, searching for your little toddler ben. you rubbed your eyes as you approached a very baffled kate, “your child is on the ceiling! how are you so calm?!”

“it’s 7 in the morning.” you winced as you looked at ben, him giving you an excited look and extended his arm towards you, making you do the same, “come on, benny, come to mama.”

and he did so as, un-sticking himself from the wall as he perfectly landed in your arms.

your two year old was way better at this than peter when he had started out as spider-man. his hand kept getting stuck to different places and after a bunch of ripped t-shirts and a couple of haircuts, you bought him rubber gloves. however, that didn’t work either.

as your little boy nestled against your chest, you looked over to kate who still had surprise written all over her face, “he’s spider-man’s child.” you explained simply.

“but- what if he fell down?”

“oh, he wouldn’t. he’s way too smart for that, aren’t you, benny?” you booped his nose and he gave you a grin.

“yes, mommy.”

you and peter had kept your relationship secret for a couple of years, at least from peter’s superhero gang. so it didn’t come off as a surprise when the avengers found out that you two had a one year old. they were very disappointed in you two for not telling this big a thing but the second they saw ben’s cute little face and his smile, you were forgiven and everyone was happy.

when you agreed to move into the avenger’s tower, tony was more than excited. he added a bunch of toys to the huge playroom that was originally built for morgan.

you were surprised to see that thor was the most attached to your baby. he spent time with him and thursdays were reserved to thor and ben taking a tour of the city. you trusted thor, however you had only allowed this after ben turned two, which was only a few weeks ago.

whenever natasha was around, she would tell ben all kinds of stories about how she kicked bad people’s butts so that little kids could sleep peacefully at night and ben would adore those “tales” even though they were real.

“next time you find him on a ceiling, just show him a cookie, he’ll come right down.” you told kate as you patted ben’s back, gently lulling him back to sleep.

“if you say so.” kate replied, chuckling as she watched you for a minute, “you should get some more sleep too, you look tired.”

“he refused to sleep last night because tony let him have extra ice-cream.” you rolled your eyes.

you noticed ben had fallen asleep, already drooling over the material of your t-shirt as you carried him back to his crib, placing him securely under his blanket before you made your way to your own bed. your husband, peter was still fast asleep. you laid down on the bed, peter already pulling you closer as if it was a reflex. you felt his arm relax against you, his head resting close to your shoulder and soon you felt the soft caress of sleep take over.

the bedside clock showed 10:34 as time when your eyes opened again. the room was empty, peter and ben both gone. you quickly freshened up before making your way out of the room and into the main gathering area once again.

only this time you were greeted with everyone sitting around and laughing as steve held his shield on his lap with ben sitting on top of it.

“hey, babe.” peter was the first one they greeted you as he placed a kiss on your cheek and dragged you in the middle of whatever was happening.

“uh, what’s happening?” you asked, looking around.

“your child is stuck to cap’s shield.” tony said, an almost proud smile spread over his face to which steve gave him a glare.

“guess who inspired it.” natasha rolled her eyes at her two friends, however a small smile remained on her face at the little banter going on.

just then kate ran into the room, holding a cookie in her hand as she handed it to steve, “got it!”

“come on, kid.” steve said, waving around the cookie in the air in front of him. ben’s eyes lit up and steve smiled, “it’s yours if you leave the shield.”

however, cap’s efforts failed as ben reached out one hand to grab the sweet but didn’t move a bit to release his shield.

“i bribed him good.” tony shrugged as he sipped on his black coffee.

you watched the whole scene unfold, amused to say the least. you noticed peter snickering as he stood beside you. you smacked his chest lightly, “you think this is funny? go get your child.”

“and forget the spider-bike mr stark promised me? never.”

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it started with you visiting oscar in england. you thought he was stupid to live in rainy england, instead of sunny monaco. but, regardless, during off time, you went to visit him.

sometimes you brought lando along, and the three of you hung out together. but for the summer break in the 2024 season, you went alone. more than happy to visit your colleague? friend? the closest thing to call oscar would probably be rival. and lover.

you had been visiting for a day so far, and already you were barely wearing any clothes. or when you did, it was mostly oscar's clothes, the boxy t-shirts and boxer briefs felt good as you scampered around the large house he owned.

you had shared a meal when you landed and then breakfast in the morning. he made you eggs and even went as far as to get the brand of turkey bacon that you enjoyed more than regular bacon. and yet, you still stole some of the pork bacon off of his plate.

it was domestic, if anyone peered in with no context to your relationship, you'd look like an everyday couple. that was until you started playing switch.

"i swear to god pizza-pie, i'm going to throw your switch controller out the window if you don't get out of my way!!" you chirped as you tried to shove him on the couch.

"yeah, yeah, whatever, cupcake." he snipped back.

they were nicknames you called each other. you started calling him 'pizza-pie' after you misheard his last name upon your first meeting. it spiraled into a nickname for you.

you two shoved into one another as you said, "i swear to god, oscar. you get out of my way. this is going to end as it does on the track." you two were playing mario kart and currently you were lagging behind oscar.

he laughed at your words as he tried to get an arm around you to pull you to him, effectively trapping you against him. making you more prone to losing the race.

you were racing for mercedes and oscar was with mclaren, on the track you two battled it out. and in the media pen, the narrative of your rivalry was often spun. one of the top racers was going toe-to-toe with the first woman in decades.

you tried to bite his strong forearm as he held you, "you son of a bitch! goddamnit!" you swore which only made the man howl in laughter as he got first place.

he pulled away from you then kissed you when you came in second. fuckin' oscar and his bananas! you leaned into the kiss but you reached over and shoved him (with love, of course).

he put the controller down on the coffee table and he took yours to do the same before he crowded in your space once more and held you by the jaw.

"beautiful." he said, "you look good all flustered." then added a cheeky, "below me."

you made a face at him, "you are a pain in my side, pizza-pie." then he pulled you in for a sweet kiss. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he melted a little into the kiss.

"but you love me, don't you? my cupcake?" he chuckled as he felt close to you.

"i do, sadly." you joked before you were pulled into another sweet kiss. you held onto his shoulders and leaned into the kiss.

you ended up on the floor, on top of the rug. oscar slowly undressed you both with his eyes and hands. his strong hands on your body made you feel a rush of lust through your body.

you helped him get undressed, then it was followed by a bunch of kisses along your neck. you ran your fingers through his soft hair as he held you by the waist.

"pretty girl." he chuckled, "so pretty."

you squirmed a little, "you're not going to butter me up that easily." then reached out for his forearms when he grabbed you by the hips. he rubbed his achy tip up against your slit and you felt the air leave your lungs for a moment in anticipation.

"i know you love me." he said as he continued to rub up against you, "you can't deny it." he beamed, "you've told me you love me. can't take it back now, babe." he chuckled before he took a deep breath and sank his cock into you.

you tensed up for a moment and held onto the carpet under you, your back arched a little as you felt his length inside of you. you let out a sweet moan, if you were anywhere else it would be hard to keep quiet.

maybe it's for the best that you were all the way in england with him, but as the rain pattered against the window nearby. you second guessed that thought. you'd rather make love to your rival under the bright sun, not the heaviness of storm clouds.

"you're right." you sighed, "damn you, pizza-pie."

he laughed, "oh don't worry, cupcake." he went in for another kiss as he started to find his rhythm of his hips up against you. his cock was a bit of a stretch inside of you, but not enough to bruise your insides.

you held onto the rug tightly as he moved against you, you tried to meet his pace as he kissed you. his lips wet against your heated skin. you whined, "shit, oscar." you kicked your legs out a little as he moved.

"what would the rest of the grid think?" he asked.

you responded with, "i honestly don't care. but i am going to win this year, i'm going to beat, beat max, all of it. it's all coming home with me." you hissed a little as his thrusts got faster.

the heat climb to his face as he held onto your hips. he angled himself in a way to get the best angle as he rocked against you perfectly. he felt a shudder through his body as he felt his heart thump in his chest, your cunt was perfect for him.

he yearned for you when you were both on the track, he'd gaze would often linger before he got into the car. if there was anyone he was going to do tire to tire with, it would be you.

his greatest rival, his greatest love.

the two of you moved together. fit together like perfect pieces. who would've thought that you'd find love in your rival but as you met his gaze made you melt a little.

"oscar."

"i've got you." he said softly.

he was perfect, it left you feeling warm against him. the two of you found a pace and the pleasure washed over you. the kisses were wet and you felt his spit down your chin.

"mine."

"exactly." it rolled off his tongue with such ease.

you clutched onto the carpet under you and arched your back a little as the pleasure washed over you. you tensed up and let out a sweet moan that was music to oscar's ears. he could feel his heart racing in his chest. you gasped out his name as you felt yourself get over the edge. it hit you all at once.

"fuck. oscar." you panted

he slowed down as he felt himself get close then he pulled out and jerked himself off all over your stomach. he loved the sight of his cum all over your skin. he panted heavily and hunched over you as he finished.

he rested back on his heels and panted heavily. his softening cock in his hand. he wiped his forehead free of sweat with his free hand and gazed down at you lovingly.

you laid out on the rug under your back and linked your hands behind your head. you panted heavily, you caught sight of his lingering gaze on your chest. you smirked a little, "want to see who'll come out on top, or will you like to figure that out in bed?"

oscar nodded and replied, "i think you'll kill me if i try to beat you in mario kart." he patted your cheek and grinned, "so why don't we figure it out with you on your back then?"

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the rivalry between you and oscar fizzled out by the end of the season. mostly due to photos of you two leaving a restaurant together and him kissing you in the car.

it was a little harder now and days since there are two piastri's on the track. you were still with your teams, orange and black. but when you both got podium it was an affair. you still stood a little taller when the national anthem of your country played, and you beamed at your husband in second.

he still kicked you ass in mario kart, but you still went wheel-to-wheel on the track. you may be married now, but you weren't going to back down to your husband.

even now as he had his arm wrapped around you in the living room of the shared home you had in monaco. much better than dreary england. "i'm going to kill you, piastri!"

"hey, hey. all's fair in mario kart, mrs. piastri!" <3