What If I Just-

What if I just-

You chuckle and a grin forms on your lips at his denial. "I must admit that you do play well, Mr. Spock. I haven't heard a Vulcan harp before. It's surprisingly quite an enchanting, almost romantic instrument." You say, a teasing edge to your tone as you observe his every moment. So far his resolve is unbroken, he looks amused, yes, but there's no green hue to his cheeks. You don't have the delightfully embarrassing outcome that you want.

The common sense inside of you isn't exactly winning at the moment, and so, you decide to be forward and play with fire for once. "What a good coincidence that it was being played by an equally enchanting and almost romantic man."

Oops, sorry! I dropped that.

Did you get a request? It's headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, and Halsin react to his gn crush accidentally confessing to him. Thanks!

Yes! I'll get on it right away (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

Hey, Hi, Hi, Hey.

I'm also not doing the best right now.

But their that's neither here nor there so I'm just gonna take it on the chin.

But I really hope things get better for you.

Same for you o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o

Ok, so I'm in the wrong, I don't know how I messed that up.

I was asking if you could write, How Black Cat from the Playstation Spider Man games would kiss her lover.

MARVELS SPIDER-MAN - Black Cat kissing her gender neutral S/O

Note(s): Don't worry it's alright! I hope I did her justice (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠) I also hope you like the little story I added at the end.

Felicia will tend to get more affectionate, if that's even possible, when she wants a kiss from you. It takes her a while of teasing to say it outright of course, it's only in her nature to toy with her food until she's dissatisfied with the length of time it's taking to feast.

She loves to hold your hand, wrap an arm around your waist and kiss your neck first, perhaps give a small bite to your collarbone or wrist, refusing to give even a peck to your lips for what feels like hours.

When you're finally at your wits end, begging and pleading for an ounce of attention to your mouth, that's when she gives you what you both desire the most.

Felicia's kisses are normally very gentle, she treats you like how she treats those precious gemstones that she just loves to steal, grabbing you roughly and snatching you up, yet holding you so far above just a simple object because you're not her possession, she's not your owner, you're her lover, her partner, and it shows when she gives you her sweet, long kisses. She never just kisses your lips, as she could never stick to only loving one part of your body.

She starts at your hands, running up your arm, to your shoulder, neck, then your cheek and your ear, whispering into them her filthy yet somehow sweet words. Only then, and only then, she finally gives you that kiss to your lips. Her eyes flutter closed as they brush against yours, her complete and utter adoration for you is clear as day.

Felicia's hands never leave you, grabbing your hips or waist to keep you still, to have her claws so close to digging into your body, yet never fully doing so, never hurting you, never dreaming of causing you pain, only to hold you.

But when she wants them to be, they can be rough, longer lasting, typically only when she's stressed or feeling more passionate. That's when she uses tongue, pushing you against the wall, her hands attacking your body with her dangerously passionate touches, even squeezing your thighs and hips as harsh as you'll allow to make you squirm with pleasure.

You're painfully aware of how flirty Felicia is, every interaction has her hands wander over every inch of your body and her smooth words dripping over you like honey. Because of that, how well you know her, how well she knows you, it doesn't take either of you too long to realise what exactly she wants.

She eyes you from across the room for a moment, as if a hawk studying a lost mouse, slowly, she approaches, black heels clicking on the ground like a warning. Her hand reaches out to lightly brush against your own, her lips begin to curl into a devious smirk, one she always wears when she's up to something. Felicia leans close and whispers into your ear.

"Your lips, they look so appetising." After she sees you shiver in anticipation Felicia's hand gently runs up your arm, leading to your shoulder. For a moment, and only for a moment, she pauses, only to grab your shoulder and yank you closer.

"Can I have a taste?"

Ok so do you think you could write for Felicia Hardy/Black Cat from Marvel's Spider-Man 1 / 2 and Miles Morales kisssing her lover?

I'm sorry I'm just a little confused, could I ask if you mean Miles and Felicia separate kissing the reader, who's their s/o, sort of like headcanons about how they kiss? Or is it something different?

OOOHHH!!! I see! No wonder! Thank you for answering my question because I was so confused 😵‍💫

No problem!