Round 1
Please read the rules before prompting.
This round will close at 5000 comments.
Prompt Formatting:
Alphabetize your prompts because they will be archived that way.
Put [RPF] before all RPF prompts
Put [Crossover] before all crossover prompts
Please put the pairing and the gist of the prompt. For example, Curt/Peter, mentor-student relationship
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This round will close at 5000 comments.
Prompt Formatting:
Alphabetize your prompts because they will be archived that way.
Put [RPF] before all RPF prompts
Put [Crossover] before all crossover prompts
Please put the pairing and the gist of the prompt. For example, Curt/Peter, mentor-student relationship
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Later, he discovers the even more unfortunate truth that Curt Connors is a better kisser than Flash.
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1. Gwen
She is soft and light like summer rain after the heat. Her kisses were shy and sweet and all things good. They taste like the promise of a new day and Peter chases them like they're going out of style.
Years later, when remembered, Peter will reminisce on how Gwen is curves and feminine perfume. On how kissing Gwen makes him feel like he could do anything, achieve the impossible and push the boundaries of the universe. Like he was the king of the world.
Kissing Gwen feels like perfection. Like for once, just once in his life of many sorrows he has something good to keep. That life is finally handing the good cards. And yet ( ... )
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Going to read the final part now.
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Don't stop, is what he breathes against the older man's lips when they break away for air. Must be something in the air of the laboratory, because all Peter wants is those talented lips on him again and on ever single inch of his body. He also wants to map out every line, scar and sinew of the older man's body with his own mouth and hands.
The groan surprises him. Curt pushes himself upright from where he has had Peter pinned down on his back to the solid oak desk; the picture of perfect debauchery with his hair a wild mess, lips a full-blooded red and a high flush on his cheeks. His shirt was... somewhere. Pants halfway undone and Peter can feel the older man's eyes memorizing his every detail.
Come here, is what he says as he pushes himself to a sitting position and grabbing onto the lapels of Curt's white lab coat. Pulling the man closer, he looks up beyond hooded lashes and whispers, "Kiss me again ( ... )
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Curt's kisses are toe curlingly good.
I read this in a southern accent, I'm sorry. Finger-lickin' good! That too. I'll stop now.
Also, don't run, this is great. I'm sure OP won't kill you, you filled the prompt nicely.
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This was absolutely gorgeous. The way you incorporated all the metaphors and similes yet still kept it so raw make my soul scream. Asjdkslf.
//incoherency to the max.
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Awww... Thanks //le blush
I try my best?
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//rubs self against you like an overgrown-overly-affectionate-cat
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I loved it~<3
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