#subbypeterparker

she’s so pathetic, i need her. loser girlfriend 🫶

➢ loser!hazel who gets flushed when you’re wearing short skirts/dresses/shorts, and low cut shirts. she knows she shouldn’t find your bare skin so attractive, but being able to see the flesh of your tits, and the curve of your ass just makes her go crazy

➢ loser!hazel who just about dies when you compliment her outfits and play with her jewelry, twisting that silver chain around your finger, slowly pulling her closer to you (she’s so oblivious to everything, she doesn’t even understand you’re trying to jump her bones)

➢ loser!hazel who gets flustered when you look at her, especially when your voice lowers to speak to her. the bat of your eyelashes, the way you lick your lips, the way you look like you’re going to eat her…

➢ loser!hazel who feels her brain go numb when she sees you during the fight club, chest panting from exhaustion, and lips bloody from the punches you’ve been taking (hey we’ve all been into someone covered in blood)

➢ loser!hazel who couldn’t help herself from getting wet when she had you pinned under her during the fight club’s meeting, and hearing all the little gasps and grunts you let out, wondering how you’d sound if maybe you were underneath her for a different reason

➢ loser!hazel who gets so horny around you, she can’t keep her brain under control when images flash in her mind. you bent over while she grips your hips and pounds into you, her being pulled by her hair to look at herself in the mirror while you’re pounding into her, how pretty you’d look with her head between your legs…

➢ loser!hazel who remains oblivious to how hot you find her, until one night you’re at her place, watching a movie, not missing the way her eyes stay trained on your lips when you speak to her. all of a sudden you’re pushing into her lips with yours, and it gets very handsy from then

➢ loser!hazel who doesn’t know what to do, and lets you take control, putting her hands directly where you want them, and letting her feel your body any way she needs

➢ loser!hazel who whines when you finally fuck her, and take off your bra to do so. something about your tits hanging in front of her face is so…😮‍💨

➢ loser!hazel who can’t help the desperate little noises she makes when your pussy touches hers, and she’s whining and begging for you to go harder

➢ loser!hazel who can’t believe someone as hot as you actually wants to have sex with her, and feels almost insecure, until your head buries itself into her neck, and you’re letting out so many breathless praises at her while struggling not to orgasm before her

➢ loser!hazel who has the biggest praise kink known to man. she can’t help but writhe when you tell her what a good girl she is, how well she’s taking you, how good her pussy and mouth are, how skilled her fingers are…she could get drunk off you praises

➢ loser!hazel who can’t get enough of you the first time you two fucked. she gets so needy in public, and this time around, real images flash through her mind. she can’t help but feel herself getting wet in the middle of class when she remembers how soft your thighs felt, especially around her head, how you looked at her with so much love when she was nervous, how pretty your moans sounded, and of course all the filthy praises you whispered in her ear

➢ loser!hazel who feels so lucky whenever she realizes you chose her out of anyone you could have wanted, and always tries to make you feel so good when she gets to fuck you (no matter how many times you tell you you wouldn’t ever pick anyone else, and that she’s the one for you)

➢ loser!hazel who gets very jealous when she sees someone flirting with you. she’ll go up to you and put her arm around you, kissing you before quietly standing there with a dopey smile until the person leaves, realizing you’re with her. you think it’s funny when she gets jealous, but you find it especially funny when she’s eager to go home after that, begging you softly to show her who she belongs to

Fanfic:

No distractions

Rating: Explicit.

Warnings: Sex, cunnilingus, reader curses, English isn’t my first language so bear with me, dom/sub undertones if you squint. Guys I don’t know what a midterm is in the U.S.

Timeline: between no way home and new day

Relationship: Peter Parker/Reader

Characteristics: gender neutral reader, non-white reader, afab reader, demisexual reader (???), etc.

He was so pretty it honestly hurt.

Midterms seemed to be trying to drown you and you seriously needed to get your shit together, lock the fuck in, and put in the hard work.

But Peter’s brown, pleading eyes were really fucking distracting. And his curls… my gosh.

You were glad he had stopped using hair gel after high school, just saying. But seriously, you needed to concentrate and Peter’s constant presence in your dorm wasn’t helping. He was clingy even if he always got offended when calling him out, it was honestly something you loved about him and also something you were trying to ignore right now.

“Come on. I already did the biochem assignment, you can just copy mine.” He offered while hugging you a bit awkwardly from the back as you were sat in front of your desk, the sound of the keyboard rattling across the room as you did your research while he tried to sew himself into your body as much as he could. You could see the reflection of his face in the screen of your computer. Pretty brown eyes staring right back at yours. Your heart hurt from affection.

He had been going on and on about how he wanted you stop working and start paying attention to him. Arguing that no one would notice if you just changed things correctly and that way you could just enjoy your time together. Of course, he said it way more respectfully because he was Peter Parker, but that’s all you really heard. If you didn’t know him any better, you’d think he’s trying to sabotage your grades.

You turned him down yet again, not knowing what had gotten into him. This level of clinginess being unusual even for him, he was even more of an overachiever than you so he usually understood the importance of assignments, advocated for it even. The nerd.

He had finished his midterms already because of his different major, biochem and applied electronic circuits were the only subjects you shared.

“Not really how education works, Parker.” You snapped your attention back to your document, the multiple opened google windows and the books on your desk. “Plus, I didn’t peg you for a cheater?” You taunted. He huffed sulkily and perched his chin on your shoulder. You tried to not focus on the reflection of his pout.

You asked him about his day instead so he could feel included despite half zoning him out while you worked. “Well, I’ve been trying this new thing with some stuff I found around. I thought that maybe I could make a printer of sorts with this technology that’s been…” You just filed away the information and promised yourself to ask about it later.

A little while after, he just nuzzled your neck and hid his face with a contented sigh. And for a moment, it was exactly what you needed to keep working, just having his presence in silence while you tried to be productive.

The restless little shit couldn’t keep up much though.

Eventually, his arms shifted around you and he brought his hands to rest on your body, tenderly rubbing your sides and your torso. He was warm and cozy, and you seriously deliberated for a second about saying ‘fuck it’ to the assignment for one more day, and just put on matching blue flannel pajamas and cuddle with him.

You kept on working.

No matter how pretty your boyfriend was, you weren’t going to let a man… a m*n… be the reason you had less of a 90 in a subject as important as this. No sir. No way in hell would you ever prove right anybody who said you would be getting distracted from your studies with a boyfriend. Nuh uh. Fuck off, Dad! … respectfully.

No matter how brown his eyes were, or how his face changed in slight (gorgeous) desperation to spend time with you (without said third wheeling assignment), nor how floofy his hair was, or the way his lashes were tickling your neck… no matter the way his biceps strained under his shirt right now or how how his veins looked in his forearms or the way his hands looked on your thighs, his pale skin contrasting against yours, no matter how he looked kneeled between your legs- he was kneeling between your legs!

You looked down at him now, a bit startled. Damn.

Sorry, is he talking, right now?

“…can continue, I just want to… be close to you.” He said, half of his body under the desk, while giving you a set of eyes enough to put a begging-for-human-food puppy to shame.

“Uh… what?” You said intelligently. The three neurons in your brain fighting each other to work.

He seemed to fluster, albeit his cheeks had already been a bit pink now that you noticed.

“It’s totally okay if you don’t want to! I’m sorry! I can just keep hugging you. Unless you don’t want that either! I can just exist!” He said quickly. “I like just existing!”

“Don’t want to what?” You asked in genuine confusion.

“Oh, uh… I have to say it again, damnit.” He murmured under his breath and then cleared his throat. “Th-that maybe, only if you want to of course, I could…” he seemed to falter “e-eat you out?” He immediately turned red at that. “W-while y-you work…”

It was your turn to blush.

Despite knowing each other for 2 and a half years after meeting in a free shitty GED course and turning friends after a very reticent to social relationships Peter… you were in the early stages of your romantic relationship, 5 months… but still, early stages to you both after your respective experiences. It’s not that you hadn’t been… intimate before, kind of, sort of, maybe. BABY STEPS, OK?!

Although this step wasn’t so baby in measurement.

You faltered too.

“Uhhhhhh.” You exclaimed sagaciously again.

“I understand, don’t worry! I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I’ll just-“ he started standing up and you grabbed at his arm. He looked at your hand, very gently pressing him to stay, and then at your eyes. “Wait.” You said and he obediently stayed put, doe eyes on you.

You swallowed and fixed your surprised face before talking “This is the reason why you’ve been all desperate, huh, Parker?” You teased “And here I thought you actually wanted to hang out with me.” You mock-sighed but to Peter it was an alarm going off in his brain.

“Of course I do! I do! I- I just… you… I’m- I wanted-“ he stuttered. “Ok, maybe I’m a bit desperate” he admitted with an embarrassed expression of defeat “But not- not like that’s the only thing I want to do with you! I lo…. Uh… I…” He scratched the back of his neck, despite everything, he couldn’t bring himself to say it, maybe give it another 5 months and he’d stop having that tiny (big) inkling of feeling that everything he loved he ruined.

“I like being with you… doing anything at all, a lot. Even when we are in silence and we are just sitting there together… it’s my favorite thing.” He gave you a sheepish smile, still a bit reluctant to be vulnerable even now.

“And- and im not saying this so you’ll let me have sex with you!” He rapidly added, albeit a bit red in the face. “I just wanted to let that be clear.” He settled with that tiny smile again. You melted. You knew he wasn’t saying it so you’d let him situate himself between your thighs, but it would have worked to be honest.

“It’s my favorite thing too.” You reciprocated with a twinning smile before leaning down and pulling at the collar of his sweater, he met you halfway. You slowly brushed your nose against his, making his breath hitch and his hands twitch.

You buried a hand in his hair and placed the other one on his jaw to pull him in that final inch. Kissing Peter always felt like fireworks going off in your brain while you ate a 3 layer cake of cocaine while riding a monocycle that was currently in fire. Oxytocin was not a joke.

He shifted to support himself with your chair and brought one arm around you. The kiss was sweet despite the underlying heat in it. Your lips touching his was like a breath of fresh air while simultaneously feeling like you were finally home.

Fuck it.

You deepened the kiss, opening your mouth and intertwining your tongue with his, angling his head to kiss him better. Peter made a tiny surprised sound that you swallowed eagerly, he followed your lead and melted against your lips. Strong hands now gently roaming your body, shaking just slightly as the kiss prolonged. You pulled at each other like you wanted to get as close as possible, gasping and sighing quietly against each other’s mouths.

After kissing him within an inch of his life, you pulled away, panting, to look at him. He looked dazed. His lashes fluttering as he slowly opened his eyes after his lips followed yours and didn’t find them. He looked adorably confused for a second, heavy breaths leaving his now bruised lips.

“Okay, let’s do that.” You said breathlessly. “I really want to.” You reiterated because you knew how Peter’s mind worked and he needed a verbal agreement.

You would’ve laughed at the way he immediately perked-up at that if you weren’t so turned on. You honestly didn’t think you had the neural capacity to write in your laptop right now, you had already thrown away the remote possibility of advancing further in your assignment today; but you thought it was kind of hot that he had even suggested for you to continue. Like he was desperate enough, like eating you out got him off in on itself that it was a favor you were making for him.

So you leaned into it.

“But don’t distract me much, okay? I do really need to finish this and some other final assignments before Friday.” You added, which was true, but you could procrastinate for another day, you were already halfway done anyway. Peter didn’t need to know that though, not yet.

“Yes yes, of course.” He quickly said with barely hidden enthusiasm. “I’ll be as… un-distracting as I can be.”

You kissed one ‘final’ time and you straightened to keep ‘working’.

First, he eagerly roamed your body with his hands, gently sliding one hand up your shirt to lift it up as the other unbuttoned your shorts. He kissed down your stomach and your hands faltered against the keyboard, gibberish now written on your document. He pulled down your shorts and kissed all the way down to your inner thigh, you tried to not appear as affected.

He shifted and then placed one of your thighs on his shoulder and then the other as he looked up at you. Only the click of your mouse answered his gaze. He placed his thumb over your underwear, caressing and rubbing, touching your clit almost immediately through the fabric. You let out a soft sigh. He pushed your thighs apart a bit more and slowly pulled your underwear to the side with a hitch of his breath, you felt him look up at you again but you didn’t meet his gaze. You could feel his choppy breathing as he neared his face. He swiped his tongue across your slick with a groan.

“You taste really good.” He said it like he couldn’t contain himself.

“No distraction, remember?” You answered, just to be a bit mean.

“Right, yes, sorry.” He breathed out, genuinely apologetic. “I’ll be quiet.”

After that he buried his face and started licking at your pussy, slow and languid. Your hand tightened over your mouse. For the next 20 minutes or so (wow for Peter’s jaw), you had Peter Parker’s eager head of curls moving between your tanned thighs and eating up the continuous wetness that spread with every move of his tongue while you absentmindedly looked at a research paper, still trying to finish the third paragraph and actually understand the words.

As time passed, he started squirming, his knees shifting against the small carpet on the floor as his movements turned impatient, like if he was the one getting his dick sucked right now. You tried to gently tug at his hair to pull him away and he gasped a bit too loudly at the feeling (interesting). You wanted to bottle up the sound.

He belatedly looked up, chin wet and cheeks flushed, brown eyes soft and adoring, but a bit restless and needy. He looked gorgeous and a bit pained.

“You okay?” You asked, breathless. You were worried that he might actually be uncomfortable.

“Yeah, yeah.” Peter sighed out before swallowing and looking down. The action immediately bringing to your attention his erection painfully straining against his sweatpants. “Uh… can I-“ he swallowed “can I touch… myself?” He asked sweetly despite the hot ache in his crotch.

“Yes, of course baby.” You said. He sighed in relief and reached for his pants before you stopped his hand. You didn’t exactly know what had gotten into you but you did know you needed to hear those needy sounds off his lips. “But over your clothes.” You added. His dick twitched, belying the instinctive, small protesting sound he made. He looked at you with a pleading gaze but you just held it without saying anything, getting lost at the desperate look in his face.

“You are bossy.” Peter huffed eventually but there was a tiny dreamy smile on his face. You grinned.

“You love it.”

“I do.”

With an exhale, he reached again and started rubbing himself over the gray fabric of his sweatpants. He leaned in after that and buried his tongue deep inside you as much as he could. Moving it in and out and through your folds, while a hand held one of your thighs. He couldn’t hold back his moans now, a small damp patch of precum spreading on his pants as his tongue fucked you and a thumb circled your clit. It made you clench around him, which only made him groan and the vibration got you white-knuckled clung to your desk containing your moans.

Peter pulled away to properly breathe after a while, panting and muffling his small whimpers against your inner thigh. You caressed his hair with your fingers while he looked like he was struggling not to come in his pants or probably he just wanted to actually stroke himself.

He stopped rubbing himself to bring his other hand to your thigh. Warm hands holding your legs up and away to fit his head and continue drinking in your wetness while tiny saccharine noises left his lips every now and then. “Seriously, you taste so good.” The reiteration came in a sigh and you didn’t even have the chance to even think about fake-chastising him before Peter suckled on your clit. A loud, breathless moan from your lips resounded across the room, joining the obscene sound of your soaked pussy and his mouth meeting.

Your hips started involuntarily moving in tiny rolls against his face, your thighs closing around his head in a particularly good suck of your clit. He made a broken sound at that that went, quite literally, to your groin. You tried to calm yourself but you couldn’t help the sounds that fell from your lips.

“F-fuck.” He strained out. “Yes, ride my face, please.” He begged.

“You- ah fuck-“ you got interrupted by your own groan as he continued and you grabbed a fistful of his messed up curls to pull him away, he whined and his dick twitched in his pants at the feeling (that’ll be a funny conversation later).

With a shudder, you pulled until he was looking up at you. “Listen to me when I talk, sweetheart.” You panted.

“Yes, sorry, yeah. Won’t- won’t happen again.” He heaved, he was currently hard as a rock and pleaded in his mind to not embarrass himself by coming untouched like a fucking teenager.

“You sure you want me to… ride your face?” You continued inquisitively, like you couldn’t believe it. “Yes.” Peter nodded, face flushed and eyes wet, pinkish red lips all slicked over.

You deliberated, afraid that you could accidentally suffocate him regardless of how turned on you were by the offer. “Wouldn’t that cut your airflow, though?”

“No, no-“ he said. “But my thighs-“ you answered. “You won’t asphyxiate me, baby. I mean, I don’t think it’s possible… with me.” He reassured you, fond of your worrying. He would’ve argued he’d die a happy man if that was the case anyway, but he knew you wouldn’t appreciate the comment at the moment.

Right yeah, super strength and all that, Peter could pull away in a second. “Still, would you tell me if it’s too much?” You asked.

“Promise.” He gave you a lopsided grin, which looked a bit ridiculous with your arousal all over the half down of his face, but you were charmed by it anyway.

Warm hands peeled off your underwear and threw it to the dirty underwear bin (you weren’t a big fan of bodily fluids on clothes, ok?!). The air hitting your damp skin and having Peter looking hypnotized. He brought your thighs to his shoulders again and held devastating eye contact with you as he sucked on your clit again. He was really good at that for some reason.

After gaining back some rhythm, you started to desperately grind your pussy against his mouth as he held your hips. His tongue relentless between your folds. You gripped the edge of your desk for leverage and kept one hand in his hair. Whimpers torn out of your lips as you fucked his face in dirty rolls of your hips. Your cunt drooling over every swipe of his tongue.

“Ah- s-so-“ you strained out. “…so, so good, Peter.”

A sound of bliss could be heard muffled between your thighs at the praise. The swipes of his tongue and sucks of his lips getting to a mind blowing level. Your hips stuttered and your fingers tightened on his hair. Your pussy fluttered on his mouth as the knot in your belly tightened and the muscles of your stomach contracted as you squirmed. Brows cinched and eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as your back arched.

“Peter! I’m- I can’t- I’m going to-“ You said helplessly and with another roll of your hips you came on his tongue. White-hot pleasure that bordered on too much filled your body. Everything disappeared for a glorious moment, you could feel your hips slowing but still dragging yourself against Peter’s mouth, the overstimulation hurt so good. You honestly felt like you were never getting off that train.

After some life changing minutes of aftershocks, accidentally squeezing Peter’s head with your thighs and probably getting a complaint from your neighboring dorms, you came back to yourself, your chest heaving as your breath came in ragged exhales.

When you pulled away to let Peter breathe he was… um… -for a lack of a better word- a disaster.

Cum on his chin and used lips, eyelashes wet, his face flushed and rocking quite a phenomenal sex hair. He still looked like he was somewhere floating in the room. You thought that you probably looked similar.

You had never really… fucking… ejaculated like that before. You just thought you weren’t that kind of person, some never release… whatever the fuck is that, in a climax, and that was okay for you. Until Peter seemed to it rip off from you in the most intense orgasm of your life yet with just his tongue and his thumb.

“You… you okay?” You asked and he just made a lazy thumbs up. You brushed off the damp locks of hair closer to his forehead and left little kisses on his head and squeezed his shoulders before looking down.

His sweatpants were ruined, a big stain of his release on the fabric.

“Oh right.” He followed your gaze belatedly. “um, that happened.” He suddenly looked sheepish. You chuckled.

“Don’t laugh at me!” He protested weakly.

“I’m not!” You said (with a grin).

“You are.”

“I think it’s hot, to be honest.”

“What- really?” He asked hopefully.

“I won’t say it twice. Now- could you bring me something to… clean?” you stared down at the mess of cum, arousal and saliva between your legs, now turning sticky.

He stared at first for a long moment. “What- oh yeah sure!” He stood up in wobbly legs and immediately went for it.

“Wash your face maybe!” You called out. “Mouth too!”

“And waste away this??” He said with an idiotic grin as he swiped a finger on his chin and sucked it clean.

“Freak.” You muttered.

“Your freak.” He added from the bathroom, you could hear the sound of water rushing.

“My freak who will make me dinner for the rest of the week since he distracted me from my work!” You exclaimed.

…have you been reading my mind???? (that little bump is the only thing rattling inside my brain)

something about that bump in her nose, so perfectly arched, simply begging for someone to sit on it. and who are you to deny yourself of that?

neither could Hazel, which is how you ended up on her bed, class work long since forgotten beside you both. her lips move quickly against yours, warm hands holding your face closer to her. she’s straddling your hips, while you lay underneath her, propped up on your elbows.

suddenly your hands dig into her hips, pushing her so she’s laying down comfortably on her pillows, and your hips are now pinning hers down. she grins against your lips, never one to dispute you being on top of her.

you disconnect your lips for a brief moment, allowing you and Hazel to catch your breaths, smiles adorned both of your mouths. she notices the way your gaze falls down to her perfect nose, and when your eyes flash up to her blue ones, she knows exactly what she needs you to do.

“fuck-sit your pussy on my face babe, i need it…” Hazel lets out shyly.

just thinking of Hazel enjoying being on top of you, little gasps and moans escaping her lips when your thighs encase her waist, pulling her in closer. your hands are buried in her hair, pulling slightly on those beautiful soft locks.

“jesus baby, your lips feel so good,” she can’t help but whimper, words slightly drowned out by your tongue in her mouth as you hum in agreement. her hands are stroking small circles on the waist band of your shorts, cold rings sending chills through your body. your breathing has sped up a bit, and and Hazel can feel your heartbeat hammering under your skin.

your thigh suddenly slots between her legs, rubbing slightly on the heat in between them, earning you a moan when Hazel feels pressure being added to her clit. you’re both wearing thin matching sleep shorts, and as cute as you both think they are, there’s no denying the thin material leaves sensations easy to feel.

you pull away slightly, just enough so you can see her half-lidded eyes full of lust, her lush lips puffy and wet, and her cheeks flushed from the continuous movements of your thigh. “fuck Hazel, you look straight out a wet dream-” you sigh out as her head ducks down to press her soft lips onto your neck, tongue tracing over marks left over from the previous night.

you can’t help but roll your hips up, accidentally causing your thigh that’s between her legs to jerk up, pressing the seam of her shorts directly on her clit. she moans out, leaning back up to press her lips back onto yours, panting and moaning when you’re still moving your thigh against her cunt.

you notice the little noise she lets out, and smirk against her lips, pushing her hips down and applying more pressure, until she moans out against your lips. her hips begin moving on their own, grinding slowly against your thigh. “baby, you can go faster if you want..” you purr out. poor Hazel’s brain goes completely numb after that, as soon as she realizes that moving her hips faster makes her feel better.

“didn’t think…this would feel…so good-” she lets out against your lips, breathing increasing as she grinds down harder. you can’t help but let out your own groans, seeing your beautiful girl fall apart above you. she’s so wet at this point, you can feel her slick coming through her panties and shorts, and let out a lewd moan of your own.

“baby, take off your pants, please,” you breathlessly let out. her forehead rests against yours while she reaches down to quickly pull down her boxers and shorts in one go. a string of her slick connects her pussy to her panties, and your mouth immediately starts watering. the cold hair hits her wet folds, and she whimpers out at the sensation.

Hazel repositions herself so your legs can lay comfortably splayed apart, knees raised so she can straddle your thigh. your hands are quick to move to her waist, pulling her against the soft skin of your plush thighs. her wet cunt comes in contact with your bare leg, and she throws her head back at the first second of contact her clit has with your bare skin.

you let her sit there, so pretty for you with her cunt exposed to you, and her hips slowly jutting so she’s grinding against you. “good girl, there you are,” you let out, licking your lips at the sight of her. her eyes zero in on your lips as her hips begging moving faster and faster, and she leans down quickly to press fast and breathless kisses on your lips.

your thigh is now drenched with her slick, her hips moving more sporadically than before. “fuck, i’m already close,” she feels so pathetic saying that, but the more wet she becomes, the easier it is for her to slide along your thigh, and the closer she feels to cumming.

“please baby, cum all over me, please,” you pant out into her mouth. her arousal all over your leg feels like heaven, and you need to see her cum from just grinding on your thigh. Hazel angles her hips so that when she thrusts her hips, her clit can deliciously rub against the outlines of your leg muscles.

her mouth opens against yours, a warning she’s about to cum, and you’re quick to praise her with a little “please Hazel, you’re doing so good, cum for me baby, please.”

her thighs jerk and shake against your own thighs, and your hand moves to rub against her clit, sending her over the edge. she lets out quiet moans and sobs as the pressure in her stomach builds until her legs still, and she’s cumming all over your thigh.

“that’s it baby, that’s my good girl,” you pant out, rubbing her hips, which are lazily jutting against your thigh as she comes down from her high. Hazel’s head drops down into the crook of your neck, continuing to let out little moans while she accidentally overstimulates herself. “shhhh baby, it’s okay, you did so good,” you whispered in her ear, pressing kisses into her hair.

she lets out little giggles as she lifts her head up, her hips having stopped their desperate movements. “wow, didn’t know it was possible to cum from that,” she laughs. her face is even more red than before, bangs sticking to her sweaty forehead. but her eyes are shining, clearly elated from her orgasm.

you look at her, face hanging right in front of yours, mirroring the adorable smile she wears on her pink lips. “i know right…how many more do you think you have in you?” you smirk, pulling her in for another kiss.

you don’t miss the way she blushes and shifts her hips in excitement.

whiny!ethan landry headcannon

• he is perhaps the most vocal man you’ve ever met

• but you’d better be sure his whines and moans are music to your ears

• as uni students, you both spend enormous amounts of time on your individual classes, which can lead to time spent away from each other

“pleaseee will you touch me mommy (im sorry i had to slip it in), I promise I’ll make you feel so good, i swear”

you’re sitting cross cross on his bed, working intently on your laptop while he lays behind you, pressing soft kisses to your neck

and obviously him moaning and begging in your ear has you feeling some kind of way, but you really do need to focus

once he realizes he needs to wait a while until your attention can be on him, he gets a bit restless, and lets out a sigh of defeat as you continue typing away

• this man is actually such a slut for you, it’s insane he gets anything done since you two got together

• part of being whiny means ethan being so needy for you, no matter where he is

• even if it’s inconvenient for him to be touching you anywhere, he will beg and whine for you to let him, either until he gets to touch you, or until you punish him for being desperate

“please, please, let me eat your pussy…” “ethan, we’re in the library” “…no one’s around, and i won’t make any noises, i promise”

he’s always so eager to touch you, whenever and wherever he can. doesn’t even need to be sexual

“…sweetheart, you don’t always have to hold my hand,” you look down at your conjoined hands with a pointed look on your face. “i know, but i just want to be near you,” he practically pouts

will get pouty and whiny if you don’t let him touch you, and will act bratty until you let him

• i have to mention this man’s moans and whines

• as i’ve mentioned, he’s very vocal, and when he’s desperate for anything, it goes up 10x

he’ll practically be screaming in bed, especially when he’s close, and loses his breath quickly doing so

this results in the the lewdest and loudest whines and moans you have ever heard, and they’re truthfully enough to have your pussy throbbing

but oh. good. lord. when it comes to pegging, this man is extraordinarily vocal

with his back arching, ass pressing against you as he moans out and clenches around the strap, his poor brain can’t decide if it wants you to slow down, or speed up and wreck him

this conflict results in ethan just losing his ability to speak, and his brain turns numb and can only let out whines and whimpers for you

• he’s so big on being praised, and the slightest stroke on his face combined with a soft praise has him preening in your hands

• ethan landry has the BIGGEST praise kink known to man, and will beg and whine for more praises to poor from your mouth, no matter what you’re doing

he can truly cum just from you praising him, and he knows this, and begs for you to praise him, just so your voice can get him closer

• when he has to restrain himself (either from cumming or from touching you or himself), he starts to whine for your touch and your help

“fuck mommy please, i cant last much longer,” he’s been lying on your bed naked, watching you watch him as he falls apart while you touch yourself

he can feel himself getting closer without even touching himself as he watches you touch your pussy, whining out when you moan his name

• although he likes being praised, and as i’ve said, can get off solely on it, he’s big on being degraded

trust me when i tell you there is NOTHING like ethan sobbing and whining as you degrade him

although he knows he shouldn’t like it as much as he does when you call bim degrading names, he can’t help but moan out and whine for you to keep doing it

“baby look at you, nothing but a fucking whore for mommy, only here for my pleasure, huh?” your words make his back arch as he whines out broken cries and screams of “mommy!”, desperately holding on to any sanity he has

• he is such a simple minded teen boy, that anything to do with you has him whining and writhing just for you, and only you

• he truly is a slut for you, and holy shit, does he earn that title

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[eddie masterlist]

“god, you feel so fucking good!” eddie gasps out as you continue to ride him. your thighs burn with every bounce, but it’s worth it to see the fucked out look in eddie’s eyes.

small tears prickle at the corners of his eyes as he tries to focus on how good you feel around him. he’s cum twice by now, and his legs are starting to shake from the pleasure and overstimulation.

“baby, i think you can give me one more, no?” you let out in between moans of your own.

he lets out a loud whine, and his head drops onto your shoulder. “yes, yes i can give you one more, i promise,” he presses kisses wherever he can reach on your neck and collarbones.

you’re not satisfied, and wrap your hand around his throat so his head lolls back, and you can look at him. his eyes are shut, occasionally opening for you to see they’re rolled back in pleasure.

his mouth is open, and lets out little pants and whimpers whenever you move on his cock. his tongue is slightly sticking out of his mouth, and you lean forward to push your lips onto his, latching into his tongue.

eddie lets out a gasp at the feeling, and can’t help his hips from jolting up. “ple-pleas…plea-” he stutters out against your lips.

you stop kissing him and lean back to look at him. his mouth is open again as he stutters out more incomplete “please’s”.

“please, what? you have to use your words, love,” he lets out a cry, and the tears from before spill out of his eyes, wetting his cheeks along the way down.

“i-i can’t-” he barely lets out before groaning when you clench around his cock.

“cum for me sweetheart,” you smile, taking pity on him.

he lets out a loud groan and spills his cum inside you for the third time that night, filling you up until it’s leaking back onto his own thighs.

ugh look at my girlfriend, she’s so 🤭

repost since it didn’t work out…

getting into the spirit

Hazel spins around, admiring every part of your guys’ small shared apartment, as she finishes adding the final touch: strings of lush green (fake) plants around the small stairwell railings.

“what do you think babe? i think we did a pretty good job,” she’s standing with her hands on her hips, huge smile across her lips while she looks at you expectantly.

you’re lying down on a pile of christmas pillows she’s been meaning to put up, but that have just been sitting on your small couch. you have to admit it, your apartment is the cutest right now.

the mistletoe on the doorway to the kitchen, where she’s been so happy to kiss you every morning. the small christmas trees she’s put up on nearly every flat surface, the splashes of green lighting up every room. the lights that twinkle while strung from the walls, whose lights cast comfortable shadows on everything.