#⁽ eeep. i hope this is okay & that i responded to it !! ⁾

[ships4you]

the innkeeper

Pairing: Sokka x reader & some motherly Katara

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of blood

Authors Note: Someone requested a shy reader afraid of confronting Sokka but I accidentally deleted the request :( So this is for my lovely anon who requested this <3 Also I’ve been trying to make my fics as gender neutral and all that jazz, but please call me out if I slip up so I can fix it!! I may split this into 2 parts, so stay tuned :):)

Prompt: The reader and their family are in charge of the only running inn of the Northern Watertribe. When the Avatar and his friends come to the city the reader finds themselves befriending our favorite Southern Watertribe prince.

“The avatar is in the city!” your younger sister, Kana yelled running into your room. She grabbed your arm before you could resist and before you knew it she was dragging you to the courtyard. “The avatar? Here?!” you responded, “What is the avatar doing in the Northern Water Tribe?” She shrugged, “I’ve heard some people say he’s here to learn waterbending. I don’t see why though he should be like 1000 years old by now.”

The courtyard was crowded with familiar faces from the Tribe, everyone had seemed to rush just to get a glimpse of the all powerful avatar. Your sister had dragged you to an empty bridge overlooking the mass of people. Suddenly a large fluffy beast entered the courtyard walking next to three kids. “Avatar Aang,” the chief boomed, his voice bringing the crowd to a hush. The youngest of the three, dressed in colorful clothing you’ve never seen before bowed before the Chief. Kana latched to your side overflowing with excitement, “Do you think that’s him?! There’s no way, he’s my age...” You lightly pushed her off chuckling, “Shush up, I can’t hear what’s going on.”

As the Chief’s welcoming speech dragged on you focused on the two dressed in large blue sweaters similar to your current outfit. They both were clearly Water Tribe, but you had never seen them around the city before. The boy was looking around, amazed by his surroundings. You smiled at his giddiness, the smile stretched across his face was so pure and cute. He had deep blue eyes that were shifting every which way. You were so distracted, it took you a second to realize he had glanced up at you. Your eyes met and he smiled offering his hand up for a friendly wave.

“Eeep!” you squeaked squatting down behind the icy railing. Did he notice you staring? Was he weirded out? Obviously he was, who stares at people- creeps! That’s who. That was so embarrass-

“(y/n).” your sister said distracting you from your thoughts, “Why are you on the floor.” she pointed out unamused. You tucked your head between your legs and groaned, wincing at your awkwardness.

***

The inn your father ran scarcely had any customers. Most of the time your customers were either locals or Earth Kingdom generals visiting to discuss the war. All of a sudden your dad’s humble business became the talk of the town. Classmates constantly bugging you with questions, “What’s the avatar like?”, “Have you seen him airbend at all?”, “What are the two from the Southern Water Tribe like?” You didn’t have the heart to say you haven’t met them yet. Your father handled their rooms when they arrived, along with your nosy sister (who threatened to scream bloody murder if she didn’t get to meet the avatar). You on the other hand had been actively avoiding the group, especially the blue-eyed boy.

When people were staying at the inn; which was basically three extra rooms in your home, you were in charge of feeding the guests. It had been a few days since the avatar and his friends started staying at the inn. You were up early in the kitchen chopping the fresh caught fish for lunch, humming an old song your mom used to sing to you. Guests mostly ignored the kitchen, usually preferring to make small talk with the adults and patiently wait for food in the dining room. It was relaxing being safe from meeting new people.

“That song doesn’t sound watertribe.” A voice rose from behind.

Startled you turned around a little too fast and cut the side of your arm with the knife. “Shit.” you exclaimed grabbing your forearm. The boys eyes widened “Ah crap, Katara!” he yelled before running over to your side, grabbing a nearby drying cloth. You stared at him speechless. Would he recognize you? Spirits you hoped not.

“I’m so sorry,” he began blabbering focusing on your arm, his fingers grazing your skin as he pressed the cloth against the wound, “I really didn’t mean to startle you, I offered to bring the dirty dishes back here. The annoying little girl told me to bring them here, I didn’t think anyone would be back here...” His words slowing as he turned to face you. His eyebrows clinched together.

Shit.

“You look really familiar.”

Shitttt.

Before he could question any further a girl with long, brown, braided hair rushed into the room. “What is it Sokka?!” Was that his name? You had never met a Sokka before, maybe it was a common name in the South Pole. “Katara, thank the spirits! We need you to do your glowy-water-magic!” Sokka said waving his hands around. The girl, Katara, ran over bending the water out of her pouch. “What happened?” she asked unwrapping the bloody cloth off your arm.

“Umm, I cut myself. It fine, really.” you said quietly while Katara pressed her hand to your injured arm. The water started sparkling a bright blue hue. You winced at feeling. Katara smiled sweetly at you, “Does it hurt?” You shook your head, “No just feels weird.” As the glowing stopped she pulled away from your arm, bending the water along with her. “Shoot, it’s still bleeding a little.” She said examining your arm, “Sokka, I need more cloth.” He quickly glanced around the room and held out the bloody cloth he used before hand. “One that doesn’t have blood on it.”

“Oh! I got it,” Sokka began unwrapping the cloth tied at the waist of his tunic and handing it to Katara, “Here, use this.” Katara rolled her eyes and began dressing your wound. “I’m sorry I couldn’t heal it completely. I’ve only been taking classes on healing for a week, the wound should be clean now and the bleeding should stop in a couple days.” Her eyes were kind and warm when she smiled at you. “Thank you, I’m sorry I can be clumsy at times.” you murmured looking down at your arm. “I’m Katara by the way, and that’s my idiot older brother Sokka.” she said gesturing behind her. You pressed your lips together in a small smile, “I’m (y/n)”

***

Since then you had grown to enjoy being around Katara. She was sweet and easy to be around. She would often come to help clean after meals, despite you opposing her help several times.

Sokka however, you avoided him like the plague. Not because you didn’t want to talk to him. You wanted to. But you couldn’t stand to face him after embarrassing yourself twice. You knew it would have to happen sooner or later, you still had his belt Katara had used to wrap your cut. It took hours to wash all the blood out but the cloth was finally clean, dry, and folded neatly on top of your bed. Mocking you.

The simple solution would to have Katara take it to him, but then you’d be mad at yourself for running away. Which you had already done. a couple times... There were times you tried to give it back to him, but in the end you would wimp out.

“Oh my spirits, just give it to him.” Kana groaned. “You don’t get it Kana, I was so weird around him he probably thinks I’m a freak...” you said shifting the folded blue cloth between your fingers. “You. are. ridiculous.” she said tightly grabbing your arm, “Come on. We are doing this right now.” She yanked your wrist, dragging you through the hallway. “Wait! Like right now, right now?!” She nodded, harshly knocking on his door. “Yup. SOKKA! (Y/N) HAS SOMETHING FOR YOU!!” she screamed before running off, “Good luck!”

Before you had the chance to run after her, his door swung open. “Uh hi,” he said “was that your sister screaming?” You stammered back “Umm yea, she was just- she uh... I have your belt.” you interrupted yourself holding out the cloth. “Oh, right, thank you. How’s your arm?” You glanced down at the newly wrapped cloth wrapped around your forearm. “It’s doing well, it wasn’t as bad as it seemed.”

“Good. Good, that’s good.” he spoke as he were tripping over each word, “You know, I had been hoping you’d come by.” your eyes widened at the comment, “No, no-no-no, that sounded weird.” He explained, “I meant the belt. It’s my lucky belt so thank you.” You hugged your sides and pressed your lips into a tight smile, “You’re welcome, sorry I took a while to bring it back.”

“It’s all good, I’m just glad you’re here now.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “Hey, so... I haven’t seen much of the city yet and it gets kind of lonely while Aang and Katara are at training. I was thinking maybe you would like to go for a stroll sometime... With me.”

You couldn’t believe he was just as nervous as you. He always seemed so confident around the Inn, you just assumed he would be more outgoing. “A stroll?” you questioned slightly giddy.

“Yea, or a walk, whichever you prefer. Or not. Either is good if you wanted to, but if you don’t that’s okay too. You just seemed like a really cool person and I feel so bad about scaring you and-“

“Sokka. I would love to go for a stroll.” you stopped his rant before he could finish. His smiled widened, “Ok, yea cool. Totally chill... So, I’ll come meet you in the kitchen after breakfast tomorrow?” You fiddled with the sleeve of your shirt, “Yes, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You said backing away. He leaned against the door frame, waving the same way he did the first time you saw him. “Yea! Tomorrow.”

Sokka spent the next five minutes mentally screaming at his awkwardness.

***

tag list: @myexgirlfriendisthemoon

[twistinghearts]

im craving an idia x ruggie x reader where both boys are fighting over said reserved and quiet reader who is definitely getting a kick out of the situation but loves idia a bit more than ruggie. meaning they favor him more

 @fluiditism  I hope this satisfies, or at least tides you over. 

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 “I knew you’d be here!” Ruggie yelled opening the door to Idia’s room exposing you next curled up next to him as he played a game.

“I didn’t say you could come in…” Idia responded but it was hardly more than a whisper.

“You said you were going to help me with my homework I was waiting for you.” Ruggie crossed him arms, only looking at you.

You slowly looked over at him, biting your lip a little. “Idia-senpai invited me over for tea… so…” You lightly gestured to the fiery boy very involved in his game.

Ruggie sighed and entered the room shutting the door behind him. He jumped on the bed and snuggled up next to you, nuzzling his head against your shoulder. “Then all three of us can hang out.” Idia made grumbles of protest but he didn’t push it, not wanting to risk you leaving him. He just tried to focus on his game and ignore the uninvited guest.

You picked at your clothing, played with your fingers anything to avoid eye contact with either boy at your side. It was nice, though, being squished between them, spending time with your two favorite people. Too bad their jealously created tension in the air.

It was quiet for a while before Ruggie started talking, sharing about his day and complaining about Leona. Talking about how much he missed you. But the conversation didn’t last long with him being the only one really talking. So he’d settle for cuddling you more instead. His arms locked around your waist and slid you over so you leaned more on him than Idia. “Why’d you want to come down here anyway, it’s cold. You can use me to warm up.” His hands ran up and down your back. You leaned into his touch a little; he was warm and small so good for cuddling. You looked over at Idia, wanting to see if he noticed or was jealous. He didn’t seem like the type to act out if he was jealous but his face was likely to show it. But there was no reaction.

“Nee~ Quit looking at him, pay attention to me.” Ruggie’s hand cupped your cheek and drew your gaze back to him. He had a cocky little smirk on his face, “You’re so innocent. Shishishi~” He leaned into kiss you, just on the corner of your mouth to be a teased but suddenly you were tugged out of his grasp. Idia had grabbed your shoulder and pulled you back to leaning on him. Sure you were a little bummed you just missed a kiss but it showed that the other cared.  Ruggie was not amused. “You’re not part of this Idia.” Ruggie, arms still around you, tugged you back to him. “It’s my room.” He knocked the others hands away and grabbed you by the waist, now keeping his arm around you as you leaned on him. “You weren’t even paying attention to them.” Ruggie huffed, trying to think of how to get Idia’s arm off you. “Laugh with-“ Idia’s arm raised and bopped Ruggie on the head. “Magic is cheating.”  “Ow! Why you!” They glared at each other, sparks nearly flying.  

As amusing as this was, their arguing was drifting away from having attention on you. And you knew Idia was a soft gentle soul who could not take a punch, especially from a rugged tough Savannaclaw. “No fighting.” You piped up. “It’s not like I was going to hit him,” Ruggie pouted, “I wouldn’t want to risk hitting you.” You may have been in Idia’s arms but Ruggie grabbed your chin, making sure your gaze was on him. “Besides, you’re enjoying this aren’t you~”

Your face instantly turned red. “W-w-w-what are t-t-talking...” You squeaked.

“You didn’t deny it..” Idia commented looking down with raised eyebrow.

Ruggie looked up at Idia, “Y’know I’m not too fond of it but I guess we could share.”

Idia seemed to grumble, not wanting to be around more people than he had to, but if it was for you… “Okay.. Just for now…”

The two nodded in agreement, you were confused and excited. They both leaned in, kissing each of your cheeks at the same time. Your face instantly returned to its bright red shade, a small ‘Eeep!’ escaping your lips. They both began to pepper kisses all over your face, until Ruggie finally captured your lips.

“No fair…” Idia pouted.

“I gave you plenty of opportunities before~” Ruggie chuckled, quickly taking your lips again after the comment.

Idia grabbed your chin and turned you away from Ruggie’s  lips and into a kiss of his own. The hyena let out a small whine but kept busy nipping at your ear.

The two took turns stealing kisses until you were out of breath. Ruggie was the first to move on, leaving your lips and hungrily beginning to bite and suck at your neck. As much as you tried to hold back, you couldn’t help but let a small gasp of pleasure leave your lips. “Cute…” Idia muttered pulling away from his last kiss, moving on to leave his own mark on your neck as well.

“EMERGENCY” There was a loud yelling and beeping as Ortho barged into the room. All three of you froze, Idia’s face went pale. “Big brother you heart race was increasing at an alarming rate!” Ruggie just started laughing while Idia buried his face in his hands. You were simply dying of embarrassment, curling up trying to disappear.

[ladylillianrose]

Karaoke to the Max a Max Richman/Zoey Clarke Fanfiction

Summary: What if Leif wasn't the only one doing karaoke in episode 1x11?

A/N: I've had this little one-shot rolling around in my head since episode 1x11. I couldn't resist writing drunk Max doing karaoke!

Thank you as always to my beta extraordinaire aubreyrichman

The song is "Truly Madly Deeply" by Savage Garden (Listen to it here https://youtu.be/WQnAxOQxQIU)

AO3

It was late and Zoey was relieved to be home after the awkwardness at the bar with Max. Her phone pinged with a message. The only person who texted her this late had made his feelings abundantly clear with his heart-song.

It was from Max, she raised her eyebrows in confusion as she opened the message.

Zoey, it's Leif. I have Max's phone because, well, frankly he's not in the best mindset at the moment. It's easier to just show you. 

There was a video attached, curiously she hit play. 

"Next up we have Max! Come on up, Max!"

Zoey watched in fascination as Max made his way to the stage and grabbed the microphone stand. She could tell by his body language that he was more than a little drunk. He smirked at the camera and pointed, "This one's for you, Zo!"

Zoey could feel her cheeks flushing even though she knew he couldn't see her.

I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy.

I'll be your hope, I'll be your love, be everything that you need.

I love you more with every breath, truly madly deeply do

I will be strong, I will be faithful 'cause I'm counting on a new beginning.

A reason for living. A deeper meaning.

Zoey sat enraptured by his song, so different from what his heart-song had told her. Unlike Leif's earlier performance, there was no cringing as Max poured his heart out. She saw a few women at a nearby table sending him appreciative looks.

I want to stand with you on a mountain.

I want to bathe with you in the sea.

I want to lay like this forever.

Until the sky falls down on me

And when the stars are shining brightly in the velvet sky,

I'll make a wish send it to heaven then make you want to cry

The tears of joy for all the pleasure and the certainty.

That we're surrounded by the comfort and protection of

The highest power, in lonely hours, the tears devour you

I want to stand with you on a mountain,

I want to bathe with you in the sea.

I want to lay like this forever,

Until the sky falls down on me

Max left the stage to applause and the video ended.

Her phone pinged with another message from Leif.

I don't know what happened with you two, but he's clearly broken up about it. You may want to get down here.

Zoey sighed before changing out of her PJs and into a pair of leggings and a hoodie. If she was going to deal with drunk Max, she was going to be comfortable dammit.

She made her way back to the bar and walked inside. She spotted Leif at the bar and walked over to him.

"Where is he?" she asked.

Leif turned around, "You came! He's in the bathroom."

Zoey nodded, "How drunk is he?"

He cringed, "I sort of lost count after the third whiskey sour."

Great, that meant Max was pretty far gone then.

"Well, now that you're here I'm gonna head out," Leif said moving towards the door.

Zoey grabbed his sleeve, turning him to face her. "What do you mean you're heading out?" she hissed.

"It means Max tried to help me out tonight, so I'm returning the favor," he explained matter of factly.

Zoey narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously, "I still don't trust you."

"And yet, here you are," Leif removed her hand from his sleeve and walked out of the bar.

Zoey sighed, ordered two glasses of water,  and took a seat to wait for Max.

She didn't have to wait long, she saw Max weaving his way through people to get to the bar. 

He raised his hand to signal to the for another drink when Zoey put her hand on his shoulder, sending a discrete head shake to the bartender.

Max turned and looked at her in surprise, "Zoey?! I thought you left? Why are your clothes different?"

Zoey handed him one of the waters as he took a seat next to her. "Drink that. Leif texted me and told me you might need my help."

"Pffftt, Leif. What does he know? You know, he's still in love with Joan?" Max whispered the last part to her as though it were a secret.

"Umm yeah, caught that with his performance earlier," Zoey cringed.

"Oh...right…." Max looked confused. "But we're mad at each other, so why would you even come?"

She sighed, "Because you're still my best friend, Max. Even if you're mad at me, I'll still show up when you need me. That's what friends do."

"Right….friends," Max said bitterly as he drank his water.

Zoey winced, she knew they needed to talk about everything, but Max was in no condition to hear what she had to say.

She handed him the other water, "Finish this, and let's get you home."

Max rolled his eyes, "You're not the boss of me anymore….in fact, I'm a boss now, so you can't tell me what to do."

She blew out an exasperated breath, she forgot how stubborn and childish Max could get when he was drunk. "Fine, don't drink it, have a terrible hangover in the morning. But we are leaving," she told him firmly.

He glared at her before drinking half the glass and then standing up.

Zoey sighed in relief, watching carefully as Max attempted to make his way to the door. Grabbing his arm she guided him through the crowd and out to wait for their ride.

Max leaned against the wall watching as Zoey kept an eye out for the car.

"You're beautiful," he said grinning lopsidedly at her.

Zoey felt herself blush, "And you're drunk."

"Doesn't mean I'm not right," he argued. "You're smart and funny, and beautiful, and adorable," he rambled.

"Rides here!" she cried out in relief.

Grabbing his hand, she pulled him towards the car and maneuvered him inside.

Once they were settled, Max leaned over and placed his head on her shoulder. "Thanks for coming, Zo," he murmured.

Zoey sat quietly unable to respond, enjoying the feeling of him leaning on her. She had leaned on him so many times before, it felt nice for their roles to be reversed for once.

They arrived at his apartment, and Max managed to stumble through the door before collapsing on the couch.

Zoey grabbed some ibuprofen and a bottle of water and set them next to Max's bed. She walked out into the living room,  "Come on, time for bed."

Max nodded and walked towards his bedroom with Zoey trailing behind.

"Okay, I put some water and pills right here for you to have in the morning. And...eeep!" Zoey turned around and was faced with Max standing there in nothing but his boxers.

She couldn't stop staring as her eyes raked over his body. Sure, she had seen him without a shirt, an image she had revisited over and over again in her head. But that was nothing compared to this. She cleared her throat and averted her eyes flushing.

"Anyway, I guess I'll just be going," she headed towards the door but was stopped by Max's hand on her wrist.

"Stay with me?" he asked.

Zoey bit her lip, "Max, I don't think that's a great idea…."

"Please?"

She sighed, "Fine, but you have to put a shirt on, and I'll need to borrow one too."

She reached into his dresser and grabbed them both t-shirts. She headed to the bathroom and pulled on his shirt. She'd just have to wear her leggings to bed, at least they weren't jeans.

She walked back into the bedroom and found Max already in bed, waiting for her.

She got in on her side of the bed and smiled at him, "Goodnight, Max."

"Goodnight, Zoey," he yawned, reaching over to turn off the light.

Zoey lay there, waiting for him to fall asleep so she could slip out and sleep on the sofa. As she listened to his breathing, she felt herself drifting off, falling into a restful sleep for what seemed to be the first time in months.

________________________________________________________________

Max woke up to his head pounding and his mouth feeling drier than a desert. He saw the water and pills and gratefully swallowed them. Glancing down, he realized he was wearing a t-shirt which was unusual since he didn't normally sleep in one. The bed shifted slightly and he glanced to his side, he did a double-take as he realized that Zoey was in bed next to him.

How had she gotten there? Actually, how had he gotten home last night? He remembered seeing Zoey at the bar, Leif's embarrassing karaoke song for Joan, and then Zoey and Joan left. He and Leif had a few drinks and talked some more but the rest of the night was pretty fuzzy, though he remembered something about Savage Garden?

Shaking his head, he grabbed his phone, quietly got out of bed, and headed out to the living room.

Sitting on the couch, he began scrolling through his messages looking for clues as to why Zoey would be here. He noticed that Zoey was the last person he had texted, which was odd because he definitely hadn't texted her since their argument. Clicking on the message, he saw that it was Leif who had reached out to Zoey on his behalf. 

Max sighed. That meant Zoey had come to help him get home since he was drunk. Who knows what he said or did last night.

Spotting a video file that Leif had apparently sent her, he opened it. He watched himself make his way to the stage, dedicate the song to Zoey, and then sing "Truly Madly Deeply."

Max groaned in embarrassment, looks like Leif wasn't the only one performing karaoke love confessions last night.

"It was quite the performance, I'm sorry I missed seeing it live," he heard Zoey say from behind him.

He turned to look at her and saw that she was wearing one of his old t-shirts over a pair of leggings. Her hair was a mess and she still looked tired but he had never seen anything so gorgeous in his life.

Zoey played with the hem of the shirt, "I had to borrow this to sleep in. Hope you don't mind."

Max swallowed and shook his head. Of course, he didn't mind. In fact, if she only ever wanted to wear his clothes, that would be fine with him. But aren't you still mad at her? His traitorous brain supplied.

Clearing his throat, he looked at her, "Why did you come last night?"

Zoey took a seat on the couch next to him, "Because even though you're pissed at me, you're still my friend and I care about you."

"Why stay though? You got me home okay, there was no reason to stick around."

Zoey sighed, "You asked me to."

Max scoffed, of course, he had asked her to stay, he was mad at her but that didn't mean he wasn't still in love with her.

"And because I wanted to."

He looked up at her questioningly.

"You need to know that I didn't mean anything I said that day at the office. I was hurt and upset so I lashed out at you, which you didn't deserve."

Max looked at her in surprise. "Zoey, I…"

She held a finger to his lips, "You are an amazing programmer, a wonderful person, and the least selfish man I know. I was upset because I knew that things would change with you moving to the sixth floor, and we all know how well I react to change," she said with a wry chuckle.

"But it made me realize how much I missed you. How I need more Max in my life," she said smiling at him.

Max felt his heart beat faster, was she saying what he thought she was saying?

Zoey looked at him, waiting for his response.

"Do you mean that?" Max whispered. 

She nodded, smiling at him as she leaned forward and brushed her lips against his.

Max reached up to cup her face, pulling her closer to him as he lost himself in the taste and feel of Zoey's lips.

They pulled apart after a few minutes, panting in an attempt to catch their breath as they grinned at one another.

Max went to lean forward, for another kiss but stopped, "Wait...does this mean that I have to be nice to Leif?"

Zoey rolled her eyes, "Really, you're thinking about Leif right now?"

"Hey, he's not a guy I want to have to owe a favor to," Max responded.

"Fair. No, he said something about how he owed you for helping him out, so now you're even."

"Okay, good. I'm not sure I even know how to be nice to him," Max rambled.

"Max, stop talking," Zoey said and pulled him into another kiss. 

[marvelouspeterparker]

webbed down

pairing: peter parker x reader

request number twenty two: Hiya if requests are open-how about Peter using the webs to hold her down and tease her until she’s been over sensitive? Eeep  

requested by anonymous

notes: this was supposed to be a fic but i decided it would be easier as a headcanon ––also this formatting is the same as @thotgomery ‘s and i wanted to try it out (hope that’s okay!)

so it was sorta a routine for peter to swing by when he had a rough day

––and today was one of those days

as soon as he turned the night’s criminals over to the police, he made his way over to your house as quickly as possible

peter had a tendency to get really needy––no, demanding, when he had bad days

in a sense he was needy,, really needy for you to let him do whatever he wanted to do to you

as soon as peter swung through your window, he pulled of his mask and his lips were on yours instantly, biting and sucking, making you whimper

when you pulled away to take a breath, you asked him,

‘rough day?’

to which he said, ‘you have no fucking idea’

he grabbed your waist and pulled you flush against him again before throwing you to the bed

you bounced up from the mattress as soon as you made contact––so it was one of those days, you thought

he crawled over you and attached his lips to your neck, you felt them glide over your skin, before he bit down and sucking on that very spot that made you melt every time

your hips bucked up into his and he let out a groan into your neck

you could hear the springs of the mattress straining under peter’s palms and,,

fuck it turned you on even more just thinking about his strength and how he would use it w/ you later on

so just to be a tease of course, peter starts grinding into you slowly and softly at first,

you can barely feel him through the fabric of your shorts, your panties––his suit

and he knows

so he just keeps on playing, kissing up your neck, ever so softly and slowly

you find it odd how gently he’s handling you, but the sounds of the springs in the mattress let you know that it’s taking everything in him not to rip your clothes off and pound into you right. now.

he kisses up your jaw and takes your earlobe between his teeth before tilting his head to whisper––

‘are you gonna be a good girl for me, tonight?’

you can feel his warm breath and you’re just thinking of how it’ll feel between your thighs and––

you’re still trying to catch your breath from his teasing (even though that was just the beginning) but he doesn’t like the fact that you don’t give him an answer

he sits up a bit and takes one hand from the mattress to grip jaw, his eyes staring right into yours

‘daddy’s had a bad day, you’re gonna do what i say to make it better, right princess? you’re gonna be daddy’s good girl?’

and you somehow find it in you to respond a soft 

‘yes’ and he smirks, looking you up and down hungrily

let’s just say he rips your clothes off faster than the speed of light 

we all know it’s impossible but hush just imagine

and he takes everything except for your panties, which,,, bothers you, to say the least

he can see the confusion and disappointment in your eyes when he doesn’t take them off but that just boosts his ego, seeing as you’re not doing anything to oppose him

he spreads your legs, leaving kisses from the inside of your lower thigh to the highest point possible,

you can feel his lips graze your lips through the fabric of your panties as he moves to your other thigh, leaving kisses, this time from the top to bottom

he turns his attention back to your center and positions himself on the bed, lying down completely, so you know he’s going to take his time––you just don’t know if that’s a good thing or not,, yet

your legs are propped up on the bed, knees bent,

he rests his head on the smooth skin of your thigh as he starts to leave soft kisses on your pussy lips through the fabric, 

his fingers rubbing through your lips, making you wetter by the second

he does this for a good five minutes or so and you’re about ready to combust––you just want him to do something,,, anything 

and you know that you promised you’d be good but you can’t help but ask timidly

‘pete?’

he hums in response not even looking up, still kissing, still teasing

‘i just––can you please––”

before you can even finish your question, he abruptly slides your panties to the side and licks a long stripe up your cunt

and you choke on your breath,,

and the cheeky little shit just goes,

‘did you need something, babe?’ finally looking up at you, as his tongue is still lapping at your folds 

and you just bite your lip, and shake your head no and you swear you see him smile as he leans in to completely devour you..

his tongue moves leisurely, his hands gripping your thighs as he holds them apart, desperate to get to work all of a sudden

he just gets so focused when he’s like this–––but you don’t mind

after a little while, you feel yourself getting closer and you can’t help it,, you just need something more

so your hips start to buck up involuntarily to peter’s mouth

and at first it’s only slight movements here and there, but then you get needy and your back is arching off the bed  

but peter’s having none of that 

his hands come up immediately and pin your waist down to the bed

and you whimper and he just growls in response

it’s as if a switch flipped, he just starts going at it, and you literally gasp

he licks faster, even puts his tongue inside you and your toes curl

he leans up and his lips find their way around your clit, sucking on it like his life depends on it 

your hands find their way into his curls, gripping so tight 

and just as you feel that small bubble about to burst––

he pulls away 

and you groan in frustration

he raises a brow and wipes your juices from his chin before crawling back up, hovering over you

his lips graze above yours before smashing down, making you taste yourself on his tongue as he explored your mouth

he brings your hands up and holds them together in one hand above your head, but you think nothing of it––just another one of those things he likes to do

then without warning, while you’re distracted he shoots web fluid from his suit onto your wrists, pinning them to the bed

that’s new, you thought

‘i told you to be a good girl baby, good girls don’t get needy and move around––you know daddy can’t focus with you moving all over the place’

he stood and pressed the center of his chest, letting the suit deflate around him as he stepped out of it and climbed back on the bed,

you noticed how he wasn’t wearing any underwear under the suit but decided not to say anything

he resumed his position on top of you but this time you felt all of him––his hard-on pressed down on your clit and you moan into his mouth as he leaned down to kiss you passionately

soon you’re both panting from the friction and have to break away from the kiss

and peter makes sure to pull away with your bottom lip caught between his teeth just to make you whine 

(it boosts his ego)

he sits up and puts your legs on either side of him, over his as he positions himself, and you think he’s finally about to fuck you

but he just slide his cock between your folds and you both take a sharp breath,

‘fuck baby, i can feel your juices coating my cock––so fucking wet’

you just whine in response to his filthy words, to the feeling of his cock

he brings both hands to your pussy, one rubs at your clit furiously while he uses the thumb of his other hand to push his cock down further, adding pressure, adding to the pleasure 

and you both groan, your mouths hanging open as you keep eye contact with each other

you can feel yourself getting to the edge and peter can sense it too

‘you close, princess?’ 

you nod as your hands strain at the restraints, you want nothing more than to hold his arms, his neck, any part of him––you just want to hold him and he knows this, which makes this all so much hotter to him

‘i’m close too baby,” he pants

his cheeks are flushed, the veins in his neck and his arms and hands are so prominent and you swear you could just cum from the sight of him

‘you wanna cum with me baby?’ he asks and you nod so helplessly

‘you wanna cum with my cock rubbing through your wet pussy lips, huh?’ 

and you whimper ‘please, please,,’ your eyes flutter shut 

and you let yourself believe that he’ll actually let you release 

until you hear those words––those dreaded words,

‘you’re not cumming until i say so’

he pulls away from you and you feel close to tears by now

he strokes his cock as he looks down at your helpless body, your breasts heaving up and down as you take deep breaths, trying to calm down

your hands pinned above your head,

your eyes almost shut but blown with lust, your lips plump from all his bites and kisses throughout the night 

your pussy still wet, your clit throbbing––

‘i almost wanna cum in your mouth and just leave you tied up here with a vibrator attached to that pretty little clit of yours, and maybe come back in a couple of hours...’ he trails off

and you swear you almost have a heart attack

‘no baby please, i––i’ve been good, i won’t––please don’t i, i need you––’ you could feel your eyes tearing up 

and peter’s cock gets harder at the sight of you, and the sound of your begging

he chuckles and leans down and kisses you, drowning out the sound of your pleas, 

‘don’t worry baby, i won’t––maybe tomorrow though,”

and without warning he finally pushes his cock inside of you, bottoming out immediately

and you let out

the loudest moan you have ever moaned in your life––

peter’s grin is the biggest you’ve ever seen it, but you barely see it as your eyes roll to the back of your head,

‘oh fuck––peter oh my god––’

he starts thrusting into you and pounding into you faster and faster, deciding he’s done with the teasing for tonight

his hands grip onto your waist as he sits up to hit the exact spot that makes you crumble underneath him every time

his hand simply grazes your clit and your hips buck up, your back arching over the bed

and peter knows in the back of his mind, you’re not being a good girl right now, but he makes note to punish you for it later

cause right now he is just–– completely entranced by you

his eyes are watching your every move and he can feel himself slipping over the edge

he brings his thumb to your clit and rubs you just right as he pounds into you mercilessly––your tits are bouncing and you just look so beautiful

his other hand reaches up to tug at your nipples 

and that’s when you lose it

‘fuck baby, i’m gonna cum, can i please?’

‘do it for me, cum for me, i’m cumming too oh god––’

you clench down on his cock and when you say those three words, he loses it too

‘cum inside me’

you both see stars as you cum, all the teasing having an affect on the both of you

your legs wrap tightly around him

peter stays inside you after thrusting a couple more times, his cum spills out of you, onto his cock and you’re so sensitive––you don’t even want him to pull out yet 

he leans down to kiss you and the pressure on your clit makes you jolt

‘shit––that good, huh?’ he mocks

you smile tiredly, ‘well it’s not my fault you teased me so bad’

‘oh princess...’ he started, making you slightly nervous ‘that was me going easy on you––tomorrow’s when the real fun starts’

[oh-nxts-and-bxlts]

New muse added : Celerity Woman

Helloooooooooooooooo!

Recently, I was bitten hard by the inspiration bug, and after some deliberation, I’ve decided to add a new muse to the blog. Being a classical OC, she’s technically a main muse, but she might have to let Diggy have the spotlight because that little potato is still my beloved potato. Please do welcome Celerity Woman - she’s already got her page, you can learn more about her there.

So, yeah! With her comes a bit of a small drabble concerning her origin. I hope you’ll like it!

……………………

……………………

……………………

>input = systm.scan OPR

>systmcpnds.stat =

        -GYRO = TRUE

        -WIR = TRUE

        -HYDR = TRUE

        -COGN = TRUE

        -IC = TRUE

>systmcpnds.stat = TRUE

>init BOOTUP

…………………………………………………………………………

Green eyes fluttered open, staring blankly in front of them, seemingly blind to anything that could’ve really BEEN around them.

“Walk out of the containment pod and onto the designated mark on the ground.”

The eyes blinked, the lanky robot master they belonged to processing the auditory cue that had been given without so much as a frown. They were requested to walk to a second cue. The world seemingly came into focus as they started looking for said clue. It didn’t take long for them to find, it was pretty obvious – a black cross had been made out of tape on the concrete floor, standing out well enough that their fresh systems could pick it up and analyze it as “the cue”.

The walking part didn’t take any effort as their automated systems took over, legs moving one in front of the other without any thought, as simple as going someplace – they didn’t even have to do any processing, they were already standing on the mark.

“X marks the spot.”

The thought rang out like a sheepish cough in a silent cathedral. Minuscule in an immensity of silence, but yet… obvious. More talking to their left, and they caught themselves listening for further cues relating to them.

“This is your new linemate, DGN – 006 Celerity Woman. Celerity Woman, state your purpose.”

Celerity Woman. That was their designation. Or, name. This was another cue. They opened their mouth, sifting through their memory banks to find the required information. It had been safeguarded there, they just hadn’t… opened it yet.

“I am tasked with assisting emergency responder teams in the rescue of injured people in crisis situations.”

They spoke out in a calm, pleasant but toneless voice. It wasn’t like the voice that had given her cues at all, come to think of it. And their scattered, blank mind’s attempts at making sense of it made little sense in themselves.

Actually, they weren’t a they, since their name comported “woman”. Maybe they were a she, rather. She found it to be alright with them… her. At least it was something – facts to chew on, to make something out of. Alright. How… weird.

She looked to the person that had given her cues, notions flooding to her as she looked them up and down carefully. Grey hair, sharp nose, glasses, wrinkles… receding hair line? Lab coat, pants, somewhat twiggy build. Dr Generare, her creator. Each notion and word elicited like a little pop in her mind, a bubble of emotion, mostly curiosity, appearing out of nowhere in something that was previously deathly silent and empty. The new sensation pushed her to look around some more, and she noticed that she was not alone. In front of the spot she was standing on, lined up a small posse of colorful characters.

Two tall robots, very lanky, nearly entirely black and white, with each one mostly incorporeal arm safe for the small, magnetic orbs acting as joints relaying their shoulders and their asymmetrical, very large hand. Looked like a baseball glove – what was Baseball? They looked royally alloyed to be there, judging by the squint present on the red LEDs making up for their “eyes”, pinned on a black visor. She wondered why that was.

A not-quite-as-tall robot, still lanky. With a similar sharp nose to that of their creator, wrinkles, and hair tied in a bun. They stood there; hands jointed in a tidy posture. Her attention lingered on their somewhat impractical-looking dress, made out of flexible metal plates. It looked fairly nice – was it practical, though? She didn’t wear an expression that was AS irked as that of the two others, but seemed to make an effort to wear a friendly smile.

“That’s it, you’re dismissed. Do whatever you wish within the rules.”

Celerity looked up from her curious inspection of her linemates – if she trusted what her creator had told her, only to see them scatter at the given order in a dry, bemused tone. Celerity frowned, she wanted to interact with them, and she couldn’t do that if they up and left. Well, as it turned out, when she looked back to where her linemates had been standing, one of them hadn’t quite yet left.

It was the shortest one. Round head, piggytails, large violet eyes, square and stocky build, scratches and dents… And unlike the others, they were staring right back with intense curiosity. And maybe a dash of caution. That last bit caused a prick of worry in Celerity’s mind. She had no idea why she was being looked at with caution, out of all things, and she wanted to make up to it, somehow. She didn’t want to start on the bad foot with that person, and so she resolved to make contact as best she could.

“Um… hi.” The tone was definitely not as bland as before – it was timid, like the rush of emotions she’d been feeling had trickled into her voice unit.

That was how you started conversations well with people, right? Celerity realized that she’d knitted her fingers together – oh yeah, she had those, and was standing a bit hunched, crumpled on herself. But it seemed to have been the right call, as the smaller ‘bot lit up with a smile, chirping warmly in return.

“Howdy! Ah’m Diggy!” A pause. “Well, technically, it’s Dig woman, but ah’ prefer Diggy. Ya’ adjustin’ alright to this whole “being alive” thing?”

Celerity frowned as she tried to cobble together a proper answer to the question, going with the simplest truth she could muster.

“It’s… Complicated. I do not know how to handle the concepts I am discovering, and how they make me feel.”

Diggy giggled, before walking closer and reaching up to pat Celerity’s forearm. Oh, yeah, she had those as well. The gesture was foreign, but not unpleasant, and so she didn’t pull away. Celerity figured that it was affectionate – positive, at least she supposed from some shifting around her memory banks. She was pretty sure she liked the fact that someone was responding to her answer with something as positive. That meant she was doing something right… maybe.

“That’s alright.” The smaller robot piped, tone growing reassuring. ‘Yer’ still getting’ used to quick access to yer’ memory banks and emotional programmin’ – it usually takes a while to sort things in ya’ head when yer’ fresh outta’ activation, but it always ends up makin’ sense. Don’t worry. Ah’ been through there before, ya’ll handle yerself just fine after a bit!”

The message earned Diggy a quiet nod, Celerity processing that new bit of information. So, as it turned out, her strange state of consciousness was merely transitional towards something more comfortable. That was indeed reassuring. She thought some more about what to ask, as this person seemed willing to answer her inquiries.

“Is there… a way to better the process?” She asked again, feeling herself grow a bit of a smile. She was pretty sure she was starting to like that person. “Well, getting’ yer’ processors ta’ jog by seein’ an’ experiencin’ stuff is usually helpful.”

“Really?” This time, it was Celerity’s turn to find a chipper edge to her voice. “Could I ask that you help me?” And, there she paused, finding herself backpedaling a moment as the implications of that inquiry hit her. Diggy might’ve had other things to do. “If – if that’s not too much trouble.”

Again with the laughter. That was enough to calm the lankier ‘bot’s fretting, and she found herself letting out a soft, relieved sigh. “No problem at all!”

And then a small “Eeep” as her hand was nabbed by Diggy, who proceeded to pull her along with a grin. “By the way, really like yer’ hair!” The small robot chimed as she kept trucking along. Celerity blinked, reaching upwards and stopping as she felt soft, long locks meet her fingertips. She tugged forward a strand of the bright blonde hair, examining it for a bit and rolling it between her fingers before smiling.

“I think I like it too.”

“Okay, first order of business is finding you a mirror!”

[exoticarmy127]

Hello how would chanyeol and baekhyun react to you waking them up with kisses.. (I mean fluffy Hehe)?

Chanyeol would smile slightly the moment he feels your lips peppering his face with kisses. He wouldn’t open his eyes for a while because he loves it and would definitely want you to keep going.

“Baby~ wake up!”

Chaneyol shakes his head slightly and puckers his lips. “Kiss~”

“I’ve already given you lots of kisses, pabo!”

“I want more~” He whines as he pulls you to his chest. 

“We’re going to be late for work–”

“Stay.” He murmurs and you look at him with a sigh. “I’ve missed you, jagi.”

You bite your lip and looked over your shoulder where your laptop was sitting on the desk. I can just work from home, you think just as you felt warm lips on your neck, making you giggle.

“Yeol–” You grin as you try to escape from his embrace. “Don’t do this, we have to work–”

“I’m not doing anything.” He teases as he kisses every inch of skin his lips could reach. 

“If I work from home, would you let go?”

Chanyeol looked up at you with a sleepy smile. “Yes.”

You pretend to think for a moment even though the answer was already obvious. “Okay.”

“YES!” He tackles you to the bed with a laugh and your chest fills with much happiness and adoration for your cute boyfriend. 

Let’s just say it took a full hour and a half to get yourselves out of bed and actually do anything productive that morning. 

Baekhyun would peek at you with an eye when he feels your lips on his cheek. He’d smirk before closing his eyes again.

“Whatever you want, I’m not getting it–ow!” He yelps when you slap his chest all of a sudden, causing him to look at you incredulously. “What the–”

“Wake up then.” You glare at him with a scoff but before you could stand from the bed, he catches your arm and pulls you down; your body landing on top of his.

“I really liked how you were trying to wake me up a while ago. Why can’t we be not violent for once?”

“You started it.”

“I was joking.” He chuckled before giving your cheek a tender kiss. “Good morning baby. I love you.”

You look at him upon the mention of those three special words, blushing slightly. Baekhyun was the type to wear his heart on his sleeves and he liked saying those words to you a lot. But it still made your heart feel exceptionally full whenever he says it. 

“Whatever you want, I’m not getting it.” You say teasingly, throwing his words right back at him. Baekhyun pouts which makes you laugh before leaning over to kiss him on the lips.He was quick to respond and lifted himself up slightly to chase after your lips, deepening the kiss–with a promise of being late for work. 

Just a typical morning at the Byun household. ;)

EEEP BAEKHYUN. Hope you like this anonie~

Reactions Masterlist

- Kaye Allen