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So I came home from a festival with a henna tattoo. 3 days later and unnamed woman sees it and asks if it's a peel-off tattoo. I tell her no it a henna tattoo that stains my skin for a couple of weeks. She then Immediately starts her "tattoos are bad and no one likes them" talk. I really don't care about what she has to say about that. Keep in mind that I will absolutely get at least 2 tattoos as soon as I turn 18. During her whole lecture, I was just like:
Im literally so horny rn im desperately rubbing against my bed i need mommy to use meeee!!!
Stephen Spender, from Selected Poems of Stephen Spender (1909-1995); "To A Spanish Poet"
e.e. cummings, “in the rain” (from Tulips), Complete Poems: 1904-1962
[Text ID: “a single star is uttered,and i
think of you”]
Can I request Andrew’s Peter Parker x Top!Husband Male reader who’s a virgin?
It’s their wedding night and They’re having sex together for the first time as Husband & Husband. And y/n doesn’t have any experience at all so there’s this mentor/protégé dynamic where Peter’s guiding him on what feels good/how fast to thrust/where to touch him, and there’s communication from both sides.
Y/n is really amazing at fucking Peter & it’s really romantic. And like not mean at all?
Can you include riding & missionary, belly bulges, lots of kissing and I love you’s, embracing each other, and holding each others hand while they cum together/around the same time?
I don’t think I put it in the beginning but can you make this around post-nwh? he’s so hot
I just got another idea omg can I be known as🕷 Anon please?
honeymoon | tasm!peter parker x male!reader
pairings: tasm!peter parker x male!reader
cw: 18+ MINORS DNI!
word count: 1.8k+
an: im so sorry it's taken me literally two to three months to write this omg,,, also i didn't proofread it so rip any typos
you and peter met in a bar.
you, the practically brand new (but nobody could tell, he promised) barista sat with him while he went over himself. he drunkly explained his life worries to you. looking back, with how much he over shared you're surprised he didn't spill his spider-man-ness right then and there.
he explained how he was so excited about his experiences with the multiverse, about how he was now worried about his other, younger him and how well he was doing, and about where he would take his life from here.
you thought this man was a crazy alcoholic. multiverse? other him? you cut him off for drinks after his stories.
but you still listened. and you wore a smile that lit the room brighter than anyone else's. and by the end of the night, when peter was finally sobering up and getting ready to make his way home, peter took his coat back off and sat back down.
"what about you?"
you were so taken aback by his interest in you. but you shared nonetheless. how this was your second job, and you liked it significantly more than the old navy you worked at for your day job. how you felt similar to him, in the sense that you didn't really have a big goal and was just kind of floating through life. but you enjoyed it anyway. you weren't stressed about the lack of guide, you enjoyed it.
and that's when peter knew you were the one.
and now, a year later, married on the anniversary of the day you met, you and peter were a giggling, drunken mess.
tripping your way to the hotel bed, you both had your lips practically glued together. tongues swirled and fought in each others mouths. peter haphazardly fought the buttons on your shirt, your jacket having been lost somewhere along the way.
"are you ready?" peter got out in between kisses, wanting to be sure of your comfort before he stripped you of the white fabric (even though the hunger in your kisses, much more than he's ever seen from you before, practically spoke for you).
you hummed a confirmation and a small nod, not wanting to remove your lips from his. "i'm not - i don't know-know how," your small words were hesitant, full of embarrassment even though peter already knew very well of your inexperience.
"yeah, yeah, that's okay!" he smiled, pulling your head into his hands to look at you properly. the dimmed lights reflected off your worries filled eyes. "we can go slow, okay? anything you want,"
his words filled your stomach with warmth, a soft smile.
peter unbuttoned your white shirt with ease, running his puckered lips along your chest and neck once removed. he sprinkled kisses up and down your throat.
your closed eyes took in his gentleness, while you fumbled with his own shirt, then moving on to his too-tight-for-comfort dress pants.
peter guided you down to the bed once you both removed your clothes. peter massaged your dick, mixing the spit in his hand with the precum that slowly leaked from you. he lathered and licked your dick, a small smile played at his swollen lips.
your stuttered breath balled in your stomach, jumping for more.
you grabbed the hand that sat on your dick, pulling it away, and him up to you more.
"is this okay?" you whispered.
"yes, please," his greedy response groped at your brain.
peter, cheeks already red with hunger, grew warmer as you moved him. the pure primal guidance that you ensued over him, rather than the gentle, overly thoughtful movements your normally participated in.
you leaned back and peter helped line himself up with you.
your hand held your throbbing cock under him. as peter lowered down slower than you've ever seen anyone move, you took the chance to rub the tip of your dick against his asshole, a sad attempt at wetting his entrance.
the rippled skin pulled at your sensitive tip in the best of ways, it took everything in you not to shove yourself into him right then and there.
"d-don't you need to be w-wetter, or something?"
peter smiled at your words, nodding and humming a yes. he lightly held your hand, asking if you would do the honors.
you shoved your middle and ring finger into his mouth. peter's tongue sucked on your fingers. he thoroughly doused them in his spit, a string of it hanging on to his lip as you pulled your fingers out of his mouth. you groaned quietly at the sight of him: wet mouth, dick growing quicker and quicker despite not being touched yet. it nearly rubbed against your own stomach. you wanted it to, secretly.
you rubbed your wet fingers along his hole, teasingly applying enough pressure to slip only but a knuckle or two in. his breath stuttered any time your fingers snuck their way in.
"it's good, it's good," he finally breathed out. "i'm ready."
once again, your hand held the base of your dick, readying yourself for the pressure of his body. you flicked your tip against it a couple more times, worrying at the fact that you could probably cum right now without even touching him.
"ready?" peter asked. you nodded. he tisked with a smile. "you gotta say it, sweetheart."
"yes, i'm ready."
"for what?"
"t-to fuck you good,"
and peter gave in to gravity, loud moans escaping his throat as the tip of your dick entered his body. "oh fuck," he moaned your name.
"i-is it-,"
"yes, god, it's perfect."
he fell down little by little, a melody you didn't think you'd ever hear graced your ears with each inch of you that he engulfed. you drowned in the pool between his cheeks that was filled with love and admiration for one another.
you couldn't get a noise out at the feeling of him despite wanting to do so. even when you noticed the outline of your own dick in his stomach staring back at you, you couldn't manage to express the absolute lust you felt.
and peter began to move after asking for permission ("can i go faster?" and then a small yes from you).
he was slow at first.
then faster.
and faster.
you observed the bulge in his stomach, running your fingertips lightly over the bump. you watched it disappear and come back, and you held in to the feeling of your tip hitting his walls any time you saw the bump come back out at you.
peter moaned at the feeling of you in him, bouncing up and down on you. his movements were small, but apparently enough for him.
you weren't going to say you didn't feel it: the magical tightness of his ass around your cock. the dragging of him against every inch of your dick. but the anxiety of being the best for him overtook and clouded your mind.
peter noticed this, of course. your silence was something he needed to rid of. he yearned for you filling his ears and ass.
"c'mere," he breathed, leaning over. he wrapped his arms under yours, and you instinctively wrapped yours around him. "get on top of me," he whispered in your ear. his hot breath stroked your ear and traveled into your brain, swirling and dizzying you.
you listened immediately. peter had the urge to laugh at the urgency in which you flipped the two of you, but refrained for your sake.
"now, just go," he whispered, still not letting go of you, keeping his head in your neck, mouth near your ear. your arms sat on either side of his, keeping you from falling into him.
you listened to peter, beginning to rock your hips back and forth, rather slowly.
"like this?" you quietly squeaked in between thrusts.
"yeah, just like that baby," peter huffed in your ear, enjoying your gentle cautiousness. "you're so good, baby, i love you so much,"
you wanted to reply but your focus got the best of you. little breaths began to escape your lips, ones he may have missed if you weren't as close to his ear as you were.
peter ran kisses along your neck, fingers running along your back, enjoying the feeling of you reaching every inch of him.
but he needed more.
"faster, babe, can you go faster?" peter mumbled into the skin of your neck.
you immediately picked up the pace, "how's that?"
"beautiful, baby, you don't even know," peter moans grew and the music in your ear was booming.
your pace continued to quicken as you finally let yourself enjoy the process as well. your low whimpers of pleasure reached peter's ears, earning a chorus of profanities and lewd cries of joy.
he pleaded for you, calling your name, "cum with me, baby, i need you," he breathed in your ear. peter continued to plead while you repeated 'okay's' and 'yeah's' in his ear, quiet little moans seeped their way into the syllables.
a warmth of love found it's way to your stomach and began creeping down into your dick. you instinctively went to grab peter's, stroking it and lapping your thumb sloppily over his sopping tip.
his moans pulsated with each thrust you gave, and you couldn't hold it in anymore as peter nearly screamed, "fuck me up, baby, you're so good!"
peter's arms gripped around your back tightly as if he'd lose you if he let go. your hand that you had been using to hold your self up fell down under his neck. your lips finding the crook of his neck and attaching themselves there, burying your moans into his pulse.
your cum filled him as you held him. you felt the warmth pool around and lather his insides thoroughly as you continued to fuck your way through your orgasm.
peter's spilled into your hand, dripping on to his stomach. the closeness of your bodies allowed for it to be smeared onto your torso as well.
peter's lust filled moans slowly turned in to breaths of recovery and your legs seemed to fall limp with your dick. you pulled yourself out of him, whiteness covering your dick and leaking out of his hole along his skin.
peter eyed you dreamily as he laid to catch his breath. he admired how you were unsure what to do with all of the fluids you to had released.
your hand covered in his cum, you did the only thing that felt fair: you met peter's eyes which had been trained on you, and licked your hand clean. a moan left peter's lips as he watched the tip of your tongue dance along and pick every bit of him up along with it.
you watched his dick twitch, bringing your attention back to his tainted body.
you shakily moved your head over his torso. licking his stomach clean of himself, and finishing your tongue dance over his dick.
you wrapped your mouth around his limp dick and spun your tongue over it. his hand found your hair, gripping it between his finger, moaning at the sight of you. the shlopping sound of you releasing him from your mouth once more made him drag you to lay next to him, skin to skin.
"if you hadn't done such a good job fucking me senseless i might have suggested a round two."
❀✧ Inside Date ✧❀
❥ Requested by ♡
✧ k
❥ Reader ☑︎
✧ Top, Submissive, Male reader
❥ Your Valentine ♡
✧ Alhaitham
❥ Options ☑︎
✧ Leather & ✧ Magenta
You loved Alhaitham, from the bottom of your heart, but god was he stupid sometimes.
This man was reading an impressive number of books per week, remembering an even bigger absurd number of information every day, and yet, he was an idiot about anything regarding romantic feelings.
Despite being with you for so long, a simple kiss could fluster him, and he would forget whatever he was doing. He was the kind of person that would bring your favourite drink to show his love, get you a book about your interests or exceptionally surprise you with his presence at your apartment since you don't live together.
Alhaitham had no clue about how to behave romantically, and even less prepare something for Valentine's Day. When he heard Kaveh talk about what he was planning to do, the poor Alhaitham panicked, only noticing now that he didn't have a gift for you.
After being with the scribe for a few years, both as a friend and lover, you grew used to his habits and his lack of interest in romantic gifts.
You would be the one preparing everything for any holidays, giving him random gifts or little surprises when he started to get too overwhelmed with his work. It has always been this way, and you never minded that he wouldn't do the same for you. Your happiness was found in the way he would hold your hand, take care of you if you get sick, and bring you a warm drink when the temperature start to drop.
Until now, you never celebrated Valentine's Day together.
Knowing he would be working and how he simply disliked this kind of holiday, you never brought it up. So, you would simply hang out with some of your friends that are single or don't celebrate either. Unlike your lover, you adored this holiday and would still leave a bouquet of flowers at his door, not wishing to force him to do anything else.
At first, Alhaitham just thought that you were being kind-hearted, as usual, and wanted to give him flowers. It's the third time it happened, when Kaveh made a comment, saying how sweet it was for you to never miss a Valentine's Day despite his roommate's lack of interest in it. And finally, it clicked inside Alhaitham's mind, how he was so used to not doing anything during this special day that he erased the idea from his mind.
He felt stupid for a while, promising himself that he would do something for you the next year.
And yet, here he was, one day before the special day and without any gift, as he completely forgot.
Instantly, he gave up on working and tried to think of what he could do, but nothing was coming to his mind. Alhaitham couldn't even remember the last time he offered you something, making his heart drop as he held his head, trying to find something. Slowly, he started to question himself, if he was a good lover, and how you definitely deserve someone better. That was the first time he really doubted himself.
Giving up on his pride, he went to ask for help, blushing in embarrassment as he asked Kaveh for suggestions. The blonde man laughed for long minutes before finally focusing on the main task, and with a wide smirk on his face, he patted Alhaitham's shoulder telling him to take some money and follow him.
As you walked to your usual florist, who had already prepared a bouquet of Alhaitham's favourite flowers, you received a call. While paying, you were greeted with the relaxing and pleasing voice of your lover, who told you to come to his house before hanging up immediately.
You stood there, dumbfounded, in front of the confused florist. Apologizing, you took the bouquet quickly and walked away, taking the direction of your lover's house in concern. Whenever he called you, it was because something important happened, and you couldn't help but be worried.
Though, when you reached the beautiful house, everything seemed fine, there was not an overly panicking Kaveh, nor Tighnari trying to calm him down or Cyno making jokes on the side. Still worried and on your guard, you knocked at the door, which was instantly yanked open, your lover standing in front of you with red cheeks. He was panting, as he seemingly ran to the door, looking messy as his clothes weren't put on correctly.
During a short second, you get a glimpse of a magenta fabric under his usual clothes, but unfortunately, he rapidly readjusted his top, concealing the flashy detail. Blushing, he stole a soft kiss from you before motioning for you to come inside, leaving to get a light green bag. Inside it, you discovered a coat similar to his, the familiar green and gem reminding you of Alhaitham.
You thanked him, rather surprised that he got you something, and also ashamed to only have flowers for him. And yet, without a word, he accepted the bouquet of flowers, your lover unable to hide his growing smile. Alhaitham inhaled the sweet familiar smell followed by a relaxed sigh, feeling his heart speed up in his chest at the adored sweet gesture.
Kaveh whistled teasingly in the background, saying something about being a cliché couple, before disappearing into another room when Alhaitham sends him a glacial glare. Your lover stared at you for a few seconds before shaking his head, stepping closer to put the coat on you and leaving to put on his own.
Almost shyly, he takes your hand and guides you towards the door, grabbing his key, and only his. Before leading you through the city.
Together, you admire the crowded street, every person with a significant other was out to spend the evening and celebrate their love.
Surprisingly, you were one of those people tonight. Alhaitham didn't seem really comfortable, but refused to go home for his own comfort and kept leading you through smaller alleys. And then, finally, you reached a dead end, completely empty but with a small flashy red sign.
At first, you are a bit confused, as the place seemed a bit disreputable. At least, that was your opinion on it until Alhaitham pushed the simple black door open. And you were greeted with a luxurious room, a high ceiling, red lights and flashy leather sofas. A bit farther away, there was a kind of restaurant space, where most people were sitting.
There were a few couples drinking there, all dressed remarkably well, smoking and eating dishes you never saw in your life. It only took a few seconds before a man came up to you and bowed, asking if you had a reservation, and without a word, Alhaitham held out a small red piece of paper.
The man's eyes widened, immediately apologizing for not recognizing him before leading you to an immense and impressive double door. Behind it, was a wide stair, a red carpet running down the stairs and concealing the noise of your shoes against the floor made of marble.
The man stopped at the third floor, and bowed again, pushing the large door open, so you could step in. Alhaitham motioned for you to go first, a discreet smirk on his face as he saw how shocked you were, deep down reassured that he didn't make a mistake by choosing this place.
And, entering the unknown huge room, you found yourself staring at a two-themed suite. On the first part of the room, was a green-themed table full of expensive dishes and bottles, a luxurious romantic kind of candlelight dinner.
On the second part, separated by a sliding door made of glass, was a magenta-themed bedroom, in the middle of it was an immense bed, blackout magenta curtains hiding the rest of the room. The dim lights were concealing almost everything, but you could discern roses' petals and an unknown object placed on the bed.
Your attention was yanked away when Alhaitham dismissed the man, and led you to the table, pulling the chair for you. It seemed like he was set on doing everything for you tonight, and wouldn't budge on it, so you let him guide you.
Gently, he takes off your coat, lights up the candles, and then, serves you the red wine in a beautiful glass. During all the dinner, he does everything for you, serves you water and wine, lean over the table to wipe the drop of sauce off your lower lip, hold your hand whenever he can as he listens to you talk.
Soon enough, you both finish eating, the bottle of wine is empty, and you already started drinking another one. You were excitedly talking about something while Alhaitham rested his head on his palm, watching you with a soft smile.
Waiting for you to finish whatever story you were talking about, he then stood up, holding out his hand towards you. You grasp his hand, letting him lead you towards the bedroom, sliding the door open and closing it along with the curtains behind you.
Carefully, he pushed you onto the bed, standing proudly in front of you with a sneer. When you tried to stand up, his hand was on your chest and pushing you down once again, forbidding you to move. Before you could say anything, Alhaitham started to undress, the clothes revealing a fascinating magenta lingerie.
Sitting there, mouth open in awe, feeling your body heat up immediately, body processing before your mind the amazing sight. Alhaitham was chuckling at your facial expression, placing his hand on your cheek, caressing your lower lip with his thumb.
Commanding, he ordered you to take off your clothes, not leaving you any space to think or argue. Before you knew it, you were naked, sitting on the bed and letting Alhaitham tie your wrists together with a ribbon, making sure to not tighten it too much as he knew you won't resist in any case.
Shoulders locked, and with your hands over your head, you found yourself laying on the bed, legs uselessly swinging at the edge. Your lover lewdly sat down on you, grinding his hips on you and your bulge with a smirk, watching with great satisfaction as you gasped.
Slowly at first, but with a firm grip, he jerked you off, wanting to get you as hard as possible. And maybe, did he enjoy seeing you at his mercy, under him, just taking everything he wanted to do to you.
Teasingly, he started to play with the head of your dick, watching your back arch and legs tense up, unsure if you wanted to get more or run away from the stimulation. Much to your lover's dismay, you kept biting your lips whenever you were going to moan, and it was frustrating Alhaitham to no end. As he went faster, you suddenly moved away.
“Stop wriggling.”
His voice was strong, ruff, almost like a growl. The powerful words pin you under him, the deep and heavy voice going straight to your dick, twitching pathetically in his hand. It earned you a mocking laugh, his grip tightening at the base as he made fun of you.
Alhaitham could sense you losing your patience, getting more worked up, needier, as the minutes passed. Convinced that you were going to break soon, he waited for you to be completely distracted before moving the bottom of his underwear to the side, playing with himself.
Unfortunately, he was just as needy and impatient as you, and he knew he wasn't going to last long without you inside him. Yet, he waited until you begged for the first time, before finally straddling you correctly, legs on each side of your body. With his underwear moved to the side, just enough to let your dick have access to his hole, he pushed the head inside slowly.
The sudden tightness and warmth made your body lurch forward, unable to do anything but squirm and grip the sheets with your hands.
You didn't know what went through Alhaitham's head, but he slammed himself down all of a sudden, his ass meeting your thighs in a sinful sound. Without having the time to collect your thoughts, he was riding you like it was your last time together, slowly moving up and slamming back down forcefully.
A whimper escaped your mouth when his hands were placed behind him, on your thighs, his upper body leaning back and his legs spreading, showing off absolutely everything. You could see the way his muscles tensed at each move, how his hole was swallowing you whole greedily, how his eyes rolled at the back of his head, mouth wide open.
The moans and groans spilling out of his mouth were obscene, getting louder and louder, making love with your eardrums. You could only watch, suffer from that ardent passion and lust, let yourself get devoured by your lover.
The pace of his hips was punishing, his grip tightening onto your thighs, surely creating marks. He bounced on your dick with so much determination, set on driving you insane and bringing himself to a mind-numbing orgasm.
He relished in your laboured breathing, the way the ribbon was burning your wrist beautifully, your quiet grunts becoming louder at each shift on your lap. With his fingers digging into your flesh, it was definitely hurting you, but the pleasure made any other sensation disappear.
Something seemed to snap inside of him, as his eyes darken, his hips suddenly moving much quicker, guttural sounds escaping his opened mouth. Again and again, he would move over you, his body hypnotizing you and leaving you powerless. He was sinful, pornographic, the way the magenta lingerie hugged his body so deliciously, making his large chest stand out, the lace only bringing out his untouched skin more.
Suddenly, he tightened around you, almost letting you believe he was going to break you. Alhaitham was putting all his pent-up frustration of forgetting about this holiday into his hips, into his will to catch up on every opportunity he missed. He, maybe, wasn't the best lover, but he wanted to show you how much he loved you and would do anything for you.
Too focused on being better, tighter, lewder, he didn't notice how lost you were in the carnal desires. And it's only when you moaned loudly, your back arching and spilling inside of him that Alhaitham noticed your fucked out state. Shamelessly filling him up, he was shocked at how sensitive you were, to the point you weren't even able to warn him.
For an instant, he thought about being nice, but it was thrown out the window immediately. Alhaitham refused to slow down, nor let you recover from your mind-breaking orgasm, nothing would stop him from showing you how perfect he could be. As stubborn as he was, he was going to keep it up until you pass out.
With slurred words, you tried to tell him you couldn't keep going immediately, that it was too much, but he refused to listen in any way.
“You… will take it.“
“I-I'm good enough for y… Shit!“
You could only hold on, endure, and watch him lose his mind on top of you. Instead of fighting it, you let your mind go blank, your eyes roll back and just get higher in this lustful headspace.
At some point, with no idea when, you started to ask for more, begging for him to go harder.
It only fuelled up your lover's determination, and after what seemed like an eternity, he stilled. A loud moan, almost like a shout, reached your ears, and warm droplets fell onto your stomach, coating your skin. The tightness around you drew a dry orgasm out of you, completely overwhelming all your senses.
Everything around you seemed to freeze over long minutes, getting lost in Alhaitham's eyes as he slowly raised his hips, your cum dripping out of his hole. Now free of his movement, he let himself fall onto your chest, ignoring the sticky feeling as he wriggled to get closer, finally being able to kiss you. The familiar sweetest of your lips brings him to a soothing ecstasy.
With your energy being sucked out of you so intensely, you could only lay there, struggling to wrap your arm around his waist and kiss the top of his head. The sweet gesture earns you a soft whine, Alhaitham snuggling closer to you, the fog in his brain leaving him tender and affectionate.
You both stayed like this until you regain a bit more strength, grabbing the cover to put it over you and bring Alhaitham even closer. With his head resting on the junction of your shoulder and neck, he dozed off, murmuring under his breath a small declaration of his love. In his sleepy state, he grabbed the item hidden under the pillows, opened the small box and slid the first ring onto your finger, the other one on his own ring finger.
Chuckling, you told Alhaitham how much you loved him in a breathy voice, eyes closing slowly and everything turned dark around you. Sleepily unaware of the new object fitting perfectly on your finger, your body being too numb to feel it.
You were solely focused on the happiness you felt. Especially on how you got the opportunity to celebrate Valentine's day with your lover and have him prepare something for you. Still, you were set on doing more than buying a bouquet of flowers next year, as he deserved to be spoiled too.
While you were lost in the pleasure, and after, too sleepy to notice some details, you missed the small magenta mark on his lower stomach, partially hidden by the underwear, representing your vision's symbol.
It seems like the ring won't be the only surprise, tomorrow.
❥ author note
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new gif meme!!!! send me an emoji (or a set of emojis) and i’ll make a gifset of the character that reminds me the most of that emoji !!
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These sure are a random bunch of emojis 🤔 Definitely not leaning towards a certain character at all... Of course Mr Warren is who came to my mind for these.
Send me an emoji (or a set of emojis) and I'll make a gifset of the character that reminds me the most of that emoji
*cracks knuckles* Hello, it is Morgana using Merlin like a plaything, inspired by That Scene in 4x06, o'clock. I will bring this to life at any cost, fear not.
girls who switch between being bratty & disobedient and submissive & embarassed are such a fucking treasure
Aaaaaand because our boy is also grown and sexy...
heeey sin squad @euphhorias @taejinnies @ggukminii
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Honey got me sweatin'
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Honestly, my goal in life is just to be a very warm person. I want to be as loving and as kind as I can be.
