maybe mason doesn’t want a big birthday party this year because he’s still a bit down from the injury, so you decide to have a quiet day, just the two of you, where you spoil him with lots of presents, a pamper day, a golf date, and his favourite dinner in the evening, you just want to put a smile on his face knowing hes been going through so much recently, he deserves to be happy. And then maybe he has a small party with his family the next day for both his and Mila’s birthday (I think her birthday is just a few days after his) 🫶🏼
ooooh okay so I was literally thinking yesterday about surprising him with a golf date for his birthday
Lets say you really struggle to buy him gifts and never really know what to get him, but there’s a golf course he’s been wanting to play for a while so you surprise him by booking him in to play there
You’d be really worried at first, thinking that maybe it’s not the best idea considering that he’s injured, but you check with a friend of yours who’s a physio, and maybe even try and get in touch with some of the people from United, and they all reassure you that it’s a great idea and it wont cause him any strain and would probably be good for him
Maybe you book a few extra spaces as well just in case he wants to bring some friends to play with him but he ends up just wanting to take you. Maybe it even has a hotel and spa on the grounds, you so book yourself into it for the night so that you can make a trip out of it.
You’d told him about the golf and the night away the day before so that he knew you’d be going away. So the morning of his birthday you wake him up with his favourite breakfast in bed, decorating the house with loads of balloons and giving him some of the other gifts you brought for him. You’d have a lazy morning in bed, with some lazy birthday sex of course, before getting ready for the day and packing up your bags.
It’s obviously pretty cold in January so you wrap up nice and warm, swooning over Mason in his little golf outfit as you both climb into the car and begin the drive to the course. You arrive and check into the hotel, leaving your bags there so that you can head over to the first tee and start his round.
You don’t play golf so you spend most of the afternoon watching him play, which you have no complaints about at all. You sit next to him on the golf buggy and admire him as he hits shots, completely in his element. Maybe he even encourages you to have ago a few times but it only ends in the ball going the complete wrong direction and you’re both in fits of giggles every time to even attempt to have a go.
It would be so much fun. You’d be freezing cold but it would be worth it getting to see the smile on his face every time he comes back over to join you on the buggy.
In the evening you’d get a little more dressed up and go to the hotel’s restaurant, enjoying a nice meal before heading back to your room to spend some time in the private hot tub that you’ve got on the balcony.
and there’d be loads more birthday sex. in the shower. in the hot tub. anywhere he can have you he’s got you
The next morning you’d wake up and enjoy the spa for the morning, lazing around in the different pools and rooms before needing to head back up to Manchester to meet his family at home, who are driving up to spend a few days with you both.
You’d have a nice meal that evening, with you and Debbie preparing one of Masons favourite dishes and it warms your heart watching him play with his nieces in the living room
That night, once you’re tucked up in bed, he thanks you for everything you’ve done for him, not only over the last two days but since you met him. You never fail to make him feel loved and wanted, and the last two days especially have made him feel so special. He may be going through a really hard time, but he’s got you, and as long as you’re there supporting him he knows he’s going to be alright.
just a nice, first makeout session with our best boy, peter :)
wc: 2.6k <3
A study session for decathlon turned into six teenagers playing a ridiculous game of confessions. You’d started off strong, going through notes and flashcards and books for the upcoming meet, but after a good hour and a half, MJ had nudged all academic-related supplies out of the way, shoving them to join the floor with the living room rug.
After Peter had gone into the kitchen to get some sodas, Flash had decided on playing truth or dare. When he nearly broke Peter’s front door, Betty had suggested just making it “truth or truth.”
“That’s not even a thing.” MJ plays with the neck of the soda bottle, fingers moving around it sensually.
“It is too!” Betty defends her suggestion. “The girls play it all the time during gym.”
“Is that what you’re always doing?” Ned’s shameless with his question. Betty nods, turning to you and Peter for approval. Peter shrugs, unknowing of his answer, and you nod meekly.
After a measly confession of old crushes and cheated tests, the topic of Flash and his many girlfriends comes up, which lead to deeply over-personal confessions about his sex life. MJ snortled at the heteronormativity, sharing her experiences with a girl from his party a few months ago.
“A real question for the guys, though.” Betty doesn’t falter with her follow up questions. “What’s your favorite thing to do to a girl?”
“During.. It? Like- like it-it?” Peter wheezes out his question, nervousness rushing through him.
“Not necessarily. I mean, just during a makeout session or something.”
Flash hums in thought, and when Ned does the same thing, Peter rolls his eyes.
“You’re not actually going to answer that, are you?”
“Damn right I am.” Flash surprises Peter, and though he’s red in embarrassment, Peter rolls his eyes again with a mumbled “whatever.”
“I’d say… maybe just neck kisses. Boobs are great too, though.” Flash concludes his confession with a proud smirk, and Betty buzzes at the response.
“Boobs are great, though.” MJ agrees with him absentmindedly. “I love me some neck kisses, though.”
You look away from the group, catching Peter’s eyes for only a moment before you look the other way again. MJ catches the entire encounter, turning the conversation to you.
“Y/N/N,” She nods her head at you. “Neck kisses or regular kisses?”
“I’ve never gotten neck kisses before,” You hide the disappointment in your voice as best you can. “So I really have nothing to compare regular kisses to. Any kisses are great, though.”
Flash’s brows furrow, and before MJ can stop him, he asks a follow up question. “Aren’t you like… dating Parker?” He motions toward the wall-crawler sitting beside you, and MJ physically slaps her forehead.
“Shut up, dingbat.”
His eyes widen. “You two haven’t even made out yet?!”
“Shut up, Flash!” Betty tries to whisper-yell it while slapping his leg. The boy holds his hands up defensively, shrugging his shoulders.
“Just seems a little weird, especially when Peter’s a little horny ball of excitement.”
“Excuse me?” Peter gasps dramatically. “I am not a ball of horniness.” Flash tilts his head, eyebrow raising while he sends him a side eye. Peter huffs. “I’m not! MJ, back me up here!”
“No can do, Parker.” She shrugs, and Flash yells out a loud “HA!”
“Whatever.” Peter replies, face burning with a bright blush. You chuckle, grabbing his hand to play with his fingers.
When the game goes on, you get up to grab a few snacks from the kitchen, and MJ follows you into the room, jumping at the opportunity to question you about earlier. Neither of you notice Peter, who’s listening from a crevice with empty soda bottles in his hands.
“You’ve never even made out with him? Don’t you want to?”
You feel yourself burning up at the intensity of the questions. “Of course I do! We just haven’t… I don’t know? It’ll happen, I guess. I’m staying the night so maybe something’ll happen later.”
She nods along, and the two of you continue conversing about other things. Peter’s face is as hot as the sun, and though he tries to contain it, he can’t do anything but allow himself to blush.
When two minutes go by, he turns the corner and enters the kitchen, setting the empty bottles in the recycling bin.
“Hey, babe, MJ.” He sends each of you a nod before directing his attention to you. “Are you cool if we… pack up a little early today? I’m exhausted.”
You nod understandingly, getting ready to clean up and put everything away. When Peter leaves the room, MJ finally lets out an exasperated breath.
“Y/N!”
“What?!” You turn to her, slightly frightened.
“He totally heard us!”
“What?”
“He wants us to leave early! What do you think he’s going to do when he gets you alone, hm?” She raises her brows, and you roll your eyes.
“He said he was tired.”
“No, he said he wanted everyone to leave because he’s tired.”
“And the difference is?” You shut the sink off, scrubbing a glass and rinsing it before handing it to MJ for drying.
“He may be tired of us, but he won’t be tired of you.”
“That’s a stretch.”
“Sure it is.” She sets the final plate into the cupboard before drying her hands. You do the same, grabbing a paper towel before standing upright, eyes on MJ. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
You nod, leaning in for a hug. It lasts momentarily, and then she’s leaving the kitchen. You wave goodbye as Betty and Ned leave through the front door, hands intertwined. You send Flash your last smile while he takes a bag of doritos with him.
MJ is deep into conversation with Peter, and you don’t think anything of it while you put the food away.
“Did you only kick us out because you want to make out with Y/N?”
“Wh-what? No!” He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, assuring her otherwise. She sends him a look, and he huffs, giving in. “Fine, yes I did. But she doesn’t know, right?”
MJ smirks, shaking her head. “Not a clue.”
Peter lets out a cute “phew,” and MJ rolls her eyes one final time before grabbing her coat.
“Don’t be too much of a horny ball, though.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever.”
As the front door finally closes, Peter joins you in the kitchen. You’re cleaning the counter, and when he wraps his arms around you from behind, you hum in approval. He’s warm, and you melt into him.
“Hey there.”
“Hi.” He’s mumbling into your back with a soft smile.
“Whaddya wanna do now?”
You turn around in his grasp, hugging him back while you peer up into his eyes. He nibbles on his lip nervously, not sure how to respond to your question with the answer he’s thinking of.
“Hello?” You giggle, waving a hand up. “I said what do you want to…” It’s only then that you realize how close his face is to yours, lips mere inches away. You glance down at them for a moment, something Peter takes note of. “Do?” You finish your sentence with a shaky exhale. You’re grateful you brushed your teeth after eating. Peter’s glad he did, too.
“I want you to…” He plays with a strand of your hair, twirling it softly. You hear him swallow thickly, and it makes you do the same. “To teach me how to… make out.”
Your eyes widen, and you bite your bottom lip to suppress any smiles and sheepish smirks. “Yeah? What makes you think I’m a good teacher for that?”
It’s his turn to bite his lip, but he doesn’t do a very good job at not smiling, because his smirking face is centimeters away from yours.
“Just my gut feeling.”
You blink, eyes darting around the room. You realize you’re still in the kitchen, a place entirely unfit for the occasion. “Bedroom?”
His eyes widen at the sudden suggestion, and you’re quick to roll your eyes. “Keep it in your pants, Parker. You know what I meant.”
He smiles sheepishly again, scratching his neck while he nods. He offers you a hand, and when you intertwine your fingers, he’s smiling again, pulling you quickly into the safety of his room.
Eventually, the two of you get ready to sleep before sitting across from each other on the mattress. Peter is nervously fiddling with his fingers, tugging on the ends of his navy blue Midtown High hoodie. You’re seated calmly across from him, but inside you’re burning up out of anxiousness for what’s about to come. You have no idea what you’re going to do or say, but you have a few ideas in mind.
“What… what’s first?”
“Your hands.” You point to them as if he doesn’t know they’re his own. You swallow before continuing. “You can put them… in my hair,” You demonstrate, hands guiding him. “Holding my face,” You nuzzle into his grasp,“On my waist,” they move again, “My hips. My back.” his fingers run along your spine, the action causing goosebumps to rise.
“And what about…” Peter swallows again, tongue darting out to lick his lips, wetting them. “What about my lips?”
You scoot closer to him. “Against mine,” You whisper it with how close you are to the brunette. He breathes in, holding his breath while biting his lip again. His hands stay on your waist. “And then… and then you can move to my jaw, and my neck, and my collarbones. And you can… you can kiss and…” With the proximity between you and Peter, you’re holding your breath. He’s waiting for you to finish so he can start the hands-on part, but he takes the opportunity to speak instead.
“And… and hickeys? Am I allowed to mark you like that?”
“Mhm.”
“Okay.” His words are soft and gentle, but the context of them makes you hot with anticipation. His next words capture your breath. “Can I kiss you?”
“Mhm.”
When his lips first make contact with yours, it’s awkward and tense. You can feel the nervousness oozing out of the both of you, but after a few moments and some scarce giggling, you loosen up. Peter gets comfortable too — hands reaching out for your skin while your lips move feverishly. He’s growing restless, and after a few moments, he pulls you closer, only breaking apart momentarily to bring you onto his lap. With his super strength, the task seems simple and easy, but you laugh nonetheless.
His fingers are calloused when compared to your soft and supple skin. They’re rough yet tender, touching you gently but needily. His hair is arranged messily, curls strewn about while your fingers distractedly tug and twist the strands. Peter emits small noises, huffs and gruffs, and you exhale shakily, out of breath.
He sends you a messy grin, face flushed and hair jumbled. Within seconds, his lips are back on yours. He leans in hesitantly, almost as if he’s asking for permission, and when you nod, he smiles against your lips, filling the gap.
You adjust as your lips continue their love fest, and suddenly, you’re straddling him. His hands are low on your back, fingers moving delicately. When your fingers move to his hair, pulling and tugging, his lips move away from yours and down to your neck and jawline. He moans against you, the vibrations sending tingles through your spine and core.
“Who taught Peter Parker how to kiss so well?” You suck in a breath as his lips find your sweet spot for the first time. You feel his lips curve into a smile, shy yet cheeky, and he chuckles.
“You.”
You exhale shakily, head tilted up while you smile. “Was it me who corrupted the innocent Peter Parker?”
He hums, lips detaching from your neck to peer at you. You exhale again, eyes connecting with his. He grins again, and your face flushes as you realize his hair is an absolute mess.
“You gave me so many reasons to switch.” He breathes out his words, slurring them together while his lips urge to connect with your skin again. They find your sweet spot easily, as if it’s second nature, and they suck a hickey into your skin. His tongue peaks out from his mouth, licking over the freshly nipped skin. You suck in another breath, unprepared and unexpected for the feeling of it.
Eventually, his lips move away from your special spot. They trail further down your neck, sucking in hickeys and nipping and kissing the skin. Your fingers move from his hair to his shoulders, gripping him with every kiss. Your eyes are closed in bliss, and when Peter looks up for a moment, he smirks to himself, admiring your state of bliss.
“Reasons to switch to what?”
He hums against you, pulling away again. “Maybe not to switch but... just to unleash the beast.”
You giggle, eyebrows raising slightly. “Is that so?”
“Mhm.”
“And… this so-called ‘beast’... what makes him so beastly?”
Peter bites on his bottom lip, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by you. You don’t mention anything, though, merely sucking in a breath and waiting for his response.
“He’s… dirtier.”
“Dirtier?” You giggle again. “You sound like a schoolgirl.”
“It’s true!” He huffs. “He’s dirtier and kinkier and sexier.”
“Is that so?”
“I seem to think you believed that, too.” His lips hover over a spot on your neck, breath warm as he exhales against you. You know what he’s doing, and as you exhale shakily, you nod your head.
“We’ll see about this beast of yours.”
He hums again, lips continuing their journey against your skin. He’s warm and encapsulating against you, lips wet and slick. You lick your lips, head tilting downwards after a few moments. Peter peers up again, hand moving up your spine sensually. You inhale again, biting your bottom lip while you connect your lips again. He kisses back immediately, grinning against you.
The two of you get lost in the kiss, and his hands move low on your back again. Yours take home on his chest, fingers toying with the strings of his hoodie. He’s snug, sitting right under your touch, and you long to feel his skin. You huff, tugging at the hem of his sweatshirt. He grins again, pulling it off and throwing it mindlessly to a corner of his room.
“Don’t get fussy on me.” You can hear the grin on his face. His biceps come into your view, and your fingers immediately wrap around them, squeezing sensually. It’s Peter’s turn to suck in a breath, taken aback.
Your plush lips find his neck for the first time, and suddenly the roles have reversed. You’re hesitant at first, lips discovering his golden skin, testing the waters. When you come across a particular spot that makes him gasp, you smirk and suck a hickey into the skin. You’ve found his sweet spot, and now you’re endlessly nibbling its skin.
A few moments go by and eventually your lips move on, tongue darting out to lick at the spots you’ve sucked purple marks into. Peter’s holding his breath as you do so, flustered and breathless. You smirk again.
“Doesn’t seem very beastly to me.”
He huffs, peering at you whilst you chuckle. “He’s in there.”
“You’re gonna make me find him?”
Peter shrugs from within your grasp, and the two of you burst out into laughter.
“Still wanna find the beast?” Peter’s hopeful after a few moments of separation from your lips. You roll your eyes but nod anyways.
“‘M not gonna stop until I find him.” You mumble your words against his lips, eyes darting back and forth between his eyes and his mouth. He tongue plays with his sharpest tooth, and then his lips are back against yours again.
Waist grabbing, fingers tangling in hair, lots of tongue involved.
Spooning and neck kisses.
Forehead, cheek & nose kisses.
Gazing into each other’s eyes before moving closer to kiss.
Sleepy bedtime kisses.
Getting caught in the rain while arguing, ends in tears and kisses.
Kissing the sadness away.
Aggressive kisses which may or may not lead into “hooking up”.
Them surprising you by slipping their arms around your waist from behind and slowly turning you around to kiss.
Them whispering into your ear then trailing kisses from your cheek to your neck.
If you’re in a secret/forbidden relationship- Meeting up in a safe place to kiss & share lunch, sneaking kisses behind buildings, trees and in vehicles, having to lie to people just so you can be in peace with your love.
Them tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and leaning in for a quick kiss. Leaves you wanting more.
Thigh stroking while kissing.
Stomach kisses.
Collarbone kisses.
Sharing food with your mouth, lips just touching as they pull away with their half of the food.
Initiating a kiss while watching Disney movies.
Crawling into their lap and kissing their entire face, leaving your favourite feature, their lips to last.
Harry being with a girl who’s self conscious but always takes photos of her and says stuff like “your beautiful”
10000000% he would defo do this and always remind his girl that she is beautiful and always praises her during fun times hehe, he never misses an opportunity to cheer you up and always remind you to love yourself as much as he loves you
It’s really cloudy where I’m from so maybe cuddles and lazy making out with Tom in cloudy London pls ? 💕
Ooo yes ☺️
The dark clouds were blocking the sun from entering your apartment making it feel much later than it was. However, neither of you could care as you stayed wrapped up in each other’s arms.
Tom was drawing light circles on the skin of your hip as he stole lazy kisses. You sighed happily and giggled against his lips before he deepened the kiss and pulled you closer.
You were both so wrapped up in your own world that neither of you noticed the rain starting to lash against the window pane as it poured down onto the streets below.
Nothing else mattered when it was just you and Tom together, warming each other up with kisses and holding each other until you woul eventually fall asleep snuggled close.
OKAY BUT I JUST HAD A THOUGHT: what if your little ones wake y’all up on christmas morning by little kisses or something adorable, and you go open presents and the little ones are so excited about their presents and then you give harry his present and its a positive pregnancy test 🥺🥺
he would be????? so emotional????? and then he would call his entire family (like group facetime type shit bc he is too excited) and they would be like “oh no not again” but they’re definitely so excited!!!!!
maybe a concept about mase having a mental breakdown? lots of fluff and basically babying him for a while so he calms down and opens up about the situation with chels/utd?
Maybe he’s just feeling so frustrated and overwhelmed about everything going on with his injuries and he’s normally pretty good at hiding his emotions and dealing with everything quietly (which you don’t like because you wish he’d speak to you about it more) but one day it just all comes out
Maybe something causes it, like he goes to make a cup of tea and the milk is out of date or he drops his phone or something else happens that just sets him off 🥺
My heart breaks at the thought of coming home to find him sat on the kitchen floor crying, his body shaking with sobs as he struggles to control his breathing with how worked up he’s gotten himself 🥺
You’d drop everything to comfort him, literally dropping your bags by the front door and rushing over to pull him into your arms but you’d have to be gentle, lightly touching his shoulder first so that you don’t startle him too much but once he realises you’re there he’d melt into your body, pulling you against him and crushing you in his arms, baby boy would be holding onto you for dear life, just needing to feel you close to him because that’s the best form of comfort and all you can do is hold him, stroking his back and scratching over his scalp in an attempt to sooth him 🥺
You’d eventually get him to calm down a little bit, whispering words of encouragement into his ear and telling him you’re there for him and that you’ve got him until his breathing evens out a bit and his sobs subside a little, then you’d help him up and move over to the sofa so you can get comfier
You’d sit down first, laying back into the cushions and holding your arms open to let him lay on top of you, his head buried into your neck as you wrap him in your arms and pull the nearest blanket over you both
You’d obviously be dying to know what’s gotten him so worked up, your own heart breaking from seeing him so upset but you know you shouldn’t rush him, just comforting him and quietly holding him until he decides he’s ready to talk about it and you listen to every word when he eventually does. Maybe he’d stumble over a few of his sentences, not quite knowing how to put everything into words but you’re patient with him, letting him get everything out in his own time and once he’s finished telling you everything you start reassuring him - not necessarily with the words you think he wants to hear but with words that are true. Letting him know that it’s okay to feel how he’s does and that you’re there for him every single step of the way and you’ll do anything to help him get through the tough time that he’s having 🥺
You’re in it together and you just want him to be okay, it broke your heart to see him so upset but a part of you is relieved that he finally let it all out and let you in
You’d also do anything to see him smiling again so you’d drop a few random jokes here and there, heart settling when he laughs into your neck 🥹
hi girly 🫶🏼 it’s my birthday today, was wondering if you could write a concept for me. I was thinking imagine he has a game in your birthday that’s an away game like today, how would you celebrate
Hi my lovely 🫶🏻 Happy birthday!!! 🎉
So if he’s got an away game like the one today I think he’d most likely still be home for a bit in the morning so he’d spoil you rotten before he has to leave, waking up earlier than you to make your favourite breakfast to bring to you in bed and he’d give you all of your presents to open (we know he’d go all out and buy you the most perfect gifts ever), I think he’d decorate the house as well? Maybe a banner and some balloons scattered around the living room
He might still have to leave early ish though so if this is the case he’d spend the first couple hours of the morning showering you with love before getting him self ready and leaving with the promise of more celebrations once he’s home 🤭 Maybe he has to stay over night somewhere or he just gets home really late so you’d do most of the celebrating the day after.
He’d have to go to recovery in the morning but in the afternoon he surprises you with a trip, giving you enough time to pack a bag before you get in the car and he takes you to your favourite spa, or one that you’ve both been wanting to go to for a long time. You’d spend the rest of the afternoon lazing around in the different pools and areas of the spa, enjoying a massage and some other treatments that Mase had booked in for you and then in the evening you get dressed up and go down to the restaurant for dinner. You’d stay over night and spend the whole of the next day in the spa too, it would just be the perfect getaway with him, being able to spend some uninterrupted quality time together which is really all you ever wanted for your birthday 🤭
He’d definitely just spoil you rotten and make sure you’ve had the best day ever, even if he can’t be there with you on the day he’d still make sure you’ve celebrate one way or another 🤭
AND if he scores a goal in the match he’d definitely find away to dedicate it to you 🥹
