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OMG THE JAKE ONE :0

BLUE!

AAAAAAAAAAA!

What a good morning for me tho!😍

took too long playing, I'm too sleepy now...

tomorrow it'll be

but here where I left it last time

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Congratulations on opening your commissions, honey!

COMMS OPEN!

Hello! This is me finally posting my comms sheet, been asked about this for a while and I finally managed to get around it now that I have more time.

Feel free to DM me if you have any questions!

I’ll open more slots as soon as I finish the first ones!

Thanks for reading! Reblogs or any types of sharing are kindly appreciated!

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This looks so good OMG!

@winniethewife YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS!

Shiv

Lazyyyyy but it was fun

Might give him some small touches later? It was late, it took me all afternoon to just decide on a sketch

He was not the one I had a problem with, I liked his sketch right away

I haven't watched that movie but I like the red jacket

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Favorite cookies (that would go well with the taste of your pussy)

(I'm still in awe of first chapter My dear Birdie! And I still laugh whenever I see a cookie!)

I can so see Anselm finding your previous relationships and “suitors” just to rub it in their faces that he got you. Regardless of how serious they were.

The boy next door you had a crush on for years as kids? What an utter buffoon. He has no clue that he was the first to have the possible privilege of having you as his spouse and lover. He might have a wife and kids now and you lost interest as soon as you got to 5th grade and are casual acquaintances now. BUT THATS NO EXCUSE.

Your high school boyfriend who lasted one semester before you broke up and promptly never talked again because you had conflicting class schedules? Fool! Absolute clown. He should have proposed to you the moment he met you.

The guy that you were seeing in college and thought he was the one until he just dumped you? That man is just straight up dead. He was so close to achieving perfection and he just tossed it out?? He’s too stupid to live in Anselm’s eyes.

That one shifty one night stand you had one time? Anselm found out that he actually works for him in transferring coke on the side and found out after you two recognized each other. He shot him right then and there. He got to feel nirvana that one night and he didn’t choose to pursue you and or end himself upon realizing that he’d never experience it again?? Again, too stupid to live. It didn’t matter if he was good at the transfer job, he’s too stupid and Anselm can always hire someone new.

It’s like that one clip of Adam Sandler saying “I would like to give a shout out to my fellow nominees… who will now and forever be known as the guys who lost to fucking Adam Sandler.” but with a lot more bullets

I read this 3 times, like a story you wrote just for me and I THANK YOU!!!! Even if you tell Anselm it's fine and there weren't any hard feelings over a breakup, Anselm would be like, "sure, it was 10 years ago, but now MY feelings are somehow hurt and I must do something about it."

It would be a hobby for him, for sure. Every stupid idiot you wrote about up in your beautiful, perfect message, is in the little notebook of lists that Anselm keeps in the inside pocket of his jacket.

People who owe him money (who will bring the money).

People who owe him money (who has has to kill).

Ideas of how to spoil you.

People who are your exes (and ideas for suitable punishments).

People who have slighted you and now must pay.

Favorite cookies

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**🌙 Impressions 🌙**

Marc stares very hard at you from the other end of the couch. "Ask me something you'd ask Steven."

You look up from your book. "Huh?"

He beckons you to speak with his fingers. Which irritates you.

You shut your book with a huff and say, “Hey, Steven, would you mind picking up the good almond milk since Marc refuses to buy anything labeled ‘milk’ that doesn’t come from a cow?”

Marc rolls his neck like he’s warming up. The stiffness drains out of his shoulders. He softens the muscles of his face.

He looks at you with a slightly confused expression. "Wot? I can't be arsed doin’ that.”

“Wow, your Steven's really improving.” You say with an impressed look before you start reading again.

“Thanks,” he says with a satisfied smile. “Jake's an expert at impersonating me. I learn to impersonate Steven. Then we can have fake conversations with each other.”

“And who does Steven impersonate?”

“No one. Jake and I are just doing this to make him giggle.” He points to the mirror. “He’s doing it right now.”

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I WANT MORE!

I NEED MORE!

YOU KNOW I'M A SUCKER FOR ENEMIES TO LOVERS!

Poe Dameron and Mae Tal

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Mind you if I infofump a little on my OC's backstory and maybe tell you about her dynamics with Poe?

My Star Wars OC character, Mae, is part of Clan Tal, a clan that was thought to be extinguished after the events of "The night of a Thousand Tears "

[ The Night of a Thousand Tears was the night on which the Galactic Empire massacred the Mandalorian people on the planet Mandalore during the Great Purge of Mandalore ]

Mae’s grandfather, Ebbel, survived the massacre on Mandalore. He was off-planet on Concordia at the time, attempting to infiltrate the ranks of the Death Watch. After the tragedy on Mandalore, he chose to remain on Concordia, helping raise the Children of the Watch. Believing they were the last Mandalorian survivors, Ebbel dedicated himself to the safety of the group.

Later in life, Ebbel had several children, including Mae’s father, Drex Tal. Raised within the strict orthodoxy of the Children of the Watch, Drex eventually left the group when he met Lyra, a Rebel pilot with whom he fell in love. The two settled on Lyra’s home planet, Ferrix, serving as backup for the Alliance, but living mostly a normal life. they had four children together, including their only daughter, Mae.

Mae grew up on Ferrix, far from the main traditions of the Children of the Watch. However, her father Drex still trained her in their Mandalorian ways, while Lyra passed down her knowledge of piloting. When Lyra fell ill and passed away, Drex withdrew from active duty in the Alliance, as it had never been his primary fight.

As a result, Mae had little involvement with the Resistance when it rose against the First Order—until much later. Trying to earn money for a new ship, she initially served as a double agent for the First Order but was eventually recruited by a faction of the Resistance on the Outer Rim. Mae’s unique skills as a Mandalorian pilot quickly attracted attention, and she was soon stationed at the Yavin IV base, reporting directly to Leia during the events of The Force Awakens. There, she met Poe.

Mae and Poe clash constantly, their personalities polar opposites in nearly every way. Poe is exasperated by her contradictory actions and unconventional methods, while Mae despises his hotheaded impulsiveness. They bicker and argue frequently; Mae often disobeys his direct orders, yet somehow manages to get the job done efficiently each time. This only irritates Poe further, and he finds ways to tease her in return, like joking that he can always tell when she’s approaching the hangar because her armor sounds like a “parade of clanking cans.”

There's a lot of story between Poe and Mae, that happens along the fight of the Resistance against the First Order and afterwards.

Its's sort of a Co-pilots to Friends to Situationship to Semi Enemies to Lovers thing (it's very freaking complicated,ngl.)

Anyways… I’ve never actually written down a summary of Mae’s backstory or a quick outline of how she interacts with Poe, so this was really fun.

I was just planning to post it without much context, but once I started writing, I couldn’t stop hehe

I did this sketch a few months ago, but I wanted to share it, while I keep working on other Poevember things and requests!

Thanks for reading my ramblings if you got until here!

HAPPY POEVEMBER!

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Miguel O'Hara with a baking crush <3

my miguel crush has reared its head in the ugliest, domestic-est way.

cw: nothing, just office fluff. positive weight gain, sweetness, pining

Miguel who notices a sweet confectionary smell lingering in the halls. Who notices the sugar dusting the lips of his coworkers and the energized flush on their cheeks. Who overhears gushing floods of compliments about the brownies in the break room, or the muffins at conferences, or the delectable lemon bars after a mission.

Miguel who watches you pass his office every day, arms full of desserts, a warm smile on your face. He doesn't have the balls to get down from his perch to grab one, so he watches fondly as groups of spiders clamber over each other to snack and chat. You sit in the center, glowing like a little angel.

Miguel, who stutters for a fat minute when Peter brings him a slice of lemon loaf cake, frosting smeared on Mayday's face. He scarfs it down in moments and savors the taste on his tongue for hours, greedily licking his fingers to get another hit of citrus.

Miguel, who's never said hello to anybody in his life, decides for once to sneak down to the break room for a snack. Coffee cake, and he nearly eats the whole pan. He hasn't had a good meal since his mother, and his stomach growls with the meals he misses. Next time, he thinks, he'll bring a Tupperware.

Miguel, who you find shyly grabbing seconds of the carne asada you'd brought for lunch. Who, now that you think of it, you've never seen at lunch, dinner, or breakfast. Next time, you think, you'll bring him a crock-pot.

Miguel, who bumbles and flusters like an idiot when you knock softly at his door, a cardboard box full of food in your arms. He fights the urge to a) wrap you up in his pocket, and b) eat all of the snacks in two seconds. Chili, cornbread, chocolate chip cookies, and a thick slice of apple pie. He makes his way through the mountain of food in about two hours, sheepishly returning the empty box and containers before you sign out.

Miguel, who for the first time in his career feels energized and sated. His temper is calmer, he's got a healthy flush on his cheeks, and his headaches are fewer and farther between.

Miguel, who fills out his sweaters and realizes how much easier it is to lift buses when he isn't grumbling with hunger pains. Who likes the way you compliment his shirts or the healthiness of his hair. At first it alarmed him, the huskiness around his waist and thighs, but now he likes it.

You, who smiles good morning! every day, a still-warm scone, croissant, or muffin in your hand. Three for him in the other, and a hot cup of coffee.

You, who teasingly hands him an extra napkin when he spills crumbs and apple filling after devouring four apple turnovers in an instant. He mumbles thanks, gazing at you like you hung the stars. You chat together while he eats, totally ignorant to the lovesick eyes he's sparkling at you.

You, who brought plates up to his office when he was too busy to grab a bite. You'd come back later and take the empty ones, squeezing his shoulder affectionately. Miguel would burrow away into his dark corner and try not to cry. Cradling the memory of your gentle fingers and reassuring smile close to his heart.

You, who smells like sugar and warm and fresh fruit, whirling through his bleary day like a candle in the night. He can't even articulate how much you mean to him, but the half-smiles and pink cheeks he sends your way are enough.

Miguel, who accepts your dinner offer after a solid hour of hyperventilating into his fist and frantically remembering if he has a nice pair of slacks. He shows up at your place early and dies when you answer in an apron, flour on your cheeks and a happy smile.

Miguel, who's eyes track you like a puppy's as you cook and talk, perfectly at ease in your little apartment. He tries to help, but when your hands cover his to help with the chopping he needs to excuse himself so he doesn't choke on his tongue.

Miguel, who begs you with his eyes to let him taste your mouth instead of the cake (though it is to die for). You're busy inspecting a bottle of red wine for its date, but he's busy trying not to crack the stem of his wineglass from the strength of his want.

Miguel, who short circuits when you press a kiss to his cheek before he leaves. He sees the softness in your eyes and knows.

You, who brings him special plates of desserts, heaped higher than the others. Cake with an extra layer, pie with extra filling, sandwiches with fresh bread, overflowing like your well of affection. He ropes you into staying while he eats, asking you to tell him about your day while he stuffs his face.

You, having finally had enough with this stupid dance, press your lips to his frantically before his break is over. He's still got frosting around his lips, but it's nothing compared to the sweet warmth of his mouth.

Miguel, who holds you tenderly and possessively, pecking kisses all over your face to taste what he's been missing. Yes, you dash off to make your next meeting, but he sits in stupefied joy until you return. He immediately resumes his affection, stroking over your form while you suck lovingly on his tongue.

Miguel, who snags a kiss for dessert when you drop off his dinner, and another when you come back for a snack. He breaks off a piece for you, always, even if you protest. He'll feed it to you, if you refuse his advances.

You, who hugs him with surprising strength. Wrapping him up in your arms and squeezing. Enjoying the way he stands taller, broader, warmer. Satisfied with a full belly and a full heart. He'll hold you too, showing off the muscle he's gained since taking an extra serving. He can carry you over his shoulder, under his arm, with four fingers or three.

Miguel, who insists, no matter how hard you laugh, that his favorite snack will always be you. And apple pie with ice cream.

standing firm on my ideas that his 'tude would be fixed with a warm meal and a cookie.

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THEY ARE ALL CATS!

Moonknight cat version

Am I the only one who gets cat vibes from Moonknight? Both in the TV series and the comics

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FIRST! (I hope so😂)

SNOWBALL FIGHT WITH JAKE LOCKLEY AND HIS MUSTACHE!

You Were in fact first! Enjoy the fic Bunny!

Snowball’s chance in hail.

(Jake Lockley x Reader)

Prompt: Snow Ball fight- Jake Lockley

Words: 312

When Jake had offered to take you out for holiday shopping you hadn’t really thought that much about it, but he had. He picked you up in his car, he already had your favorite hot drink, and he even gave you a pair of gloves when you had realized you’d forgotten yours. At some point after several stops at many a department store and local shops, you realized you had already bought everything on you list, but you weren’t exactly stopping.

You just wanted to spend more time with Jake, and he wanted to spend more time with you. At some point the two of you were wandering through a local park, the snow was still covering the ground from the snowfall a few days prior. At one point you walked ahead and he fell behind a little, saying something about needing to tie his shoe, but his shoes didn’t have ties? Just as you thought this you felt the thud of a snow ball hitting your mid back.

“Haha! Yes! I got you!” He cheered from a few feet away as you turned to look at him, What he didn’t expect was how quickly you would retaliate, it was a good thing he lent you those gloves because snow was flying everywhere now. Your laughter filled the air as the two of you chased each other through the park, many onlookers smiled at your antics, a few got caught in the crossfire, some others got involved. Suddenly you bump into Jake again, after he had gone chasing after some kids who had thrown several snow balls at him, he looked as winded as you felt, and you hardly noticed how his arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he looked into your eyes, that cheeky look on his face.

“All good Hermosa?” He asked

“Better than good Jake” You reply.

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“Come here mi amor, I wanna talk to you for a second” 

This was my cue to ditch but I kept reading and I'm not fine

Lesson Learned

Pairing: Jake Lockley x f!reader

--Warnings: 🔥18+, nsfw, orgasm denial, spanking, let me know if I'm missing some--

Summary: you will never think about having sex toys around the house again.

A/N: English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there’s any mistakes. Had this sitting down in my drafts for so long, I wrote this I'm not kidding you like 5 minutes after the Brioni photoshoot came out and my mind melted and was filled with Oscar thoughts…

Thanks to my Vin @sereiist for letting me invade her discord messages with all my thots and use them as a note pad

Word count: 1.2k~

It's a cozy afternoon at your shared flat with the boys, you've been mostly being lazy all day, laying in bed reading, watching movies, while the boys were away, but after you heard the stretch of the keys your heart fluttered at the prospect of your boyfriends being at home.

You eagerly walk towards the living room and you spot Jake is sitting down on the couch, his gaze lifts up to you and he calls your name.

“Come here mi amor, I wanna talk to you for a second” 

You froze in place, your gaze turning towards him, then to the floor—his piercing dark eyes never falter, not even when he mindlessly rolls up his sleeves up, you know by the tone he is using and the way he's looking at you that it’s gonna be bad…

You walk towards him, already feeling that tingling sensation between your legs. He keeps looking at you not even phased, you can see the prominent veins on his arms and hands— a sight you don't get to see that much with him, as he's always on his suit and tie, wearing his gloves...

The gloves.... those gloves that just provide the perfect friction when he fin...

“Sientate” His command gets you out of your fantasies, he's stitching his eyebrows together and finishing rolling his sleeves all the way up to his elbows, then, he pats on his legs for you to sit on his lap. You hesitate but you end up sitting cause you know if you don’t comply it might be even worse for you. (Sit Down)

Jake reaches for your chin and forces you to look at him, he squeezes your cheeks together.

“Do you know why you’re here chiquita? hm?” He says, in that very low husky voice that makes you squirm in his lap. He places one of his hands on your hips for you to stay still, you just shyly shake your head no to him.Cause frankly, you really don’t really have a fucking idea why he has you there, why is he even looking at you like that, you feel helpless when you try to keep root into place over his lap, the thought of him probably gonna make you tremble in no time, has your mind reeling up again.

He tuts disappointed when you don’t know why he has you there, specially cause you don’t know, why he is going to punish you—he reaches up for a small thing on the side of the couch and shows it to you.

“What did we say about this?” 

He opens the palms of your hands and places the small vibrator on them—you swore to him you’d get rid of it. The last time he saw it, he punished you for even buying it on the first place, the memories of him edging you for hours with that damn vibrator—-making you squirt without even touching you himself are enough for you to start staining his pants with the wetness that started leaking between your legs.

“Jake I—“ You try to start justifying yourself but he cuts you short with a firm slap on your ass.

“Sin peros mi vida, I thought we had an understanding about having these things around the house l…” (No buts, my life)

You feel everything inside of you shaking while looking at him, his pupils are all darkened and the hint of a little small smile tugs slightly on the corner of his lips.

“Get up and bend down for me, en cuatro, here on the couch, NOW” (In all fours.)

Your already shaking legs make you look clumsy, when you stumble to get up from his lap to accommodate to the side of the couch.In a non very graceful way you managed to get in all fours, all your nervous terminals were expecting a huge spanking session. It was the way Jake always started to give you "a lesson", his lessons ending on big markings of his red palms on the tender flesh of your ass, that he’d take care of later on with soft apologies.

Jake made his way behind you, he painfully slowly pulled down your night shorts, just enough for your already wet dripping cunt to get in contact with the cold air of the living room; you closed your eyes in anticipation. Expecting the first slap over your ass and cunt, but for your amusement it never came, instead the only sound you heard was the zipper of Jake’s pants and small huffs coming from him, you turned your head to see and you were faced with a sight that was nonetheless… beautiful.

Jake Lockey with that new beige suit, you bought for him on your last anniversary together, had his eyes closed, his lips snarling in an almost painful twitch as he stroke himself beautifully, his length coated with a mix of saliva and precum making the slide of his angry fist over his throbbing member easier for him. 

“Turn around, no mires” He ordered when he realised you were looking at him.You tried to obey but you couldn’t simply take your eyes off of him.Waiting and squirming around with need with a lump deep in your throat. Seeing how his eyelids closed in concentration as he worked on himself, trying to suppress moans as he circled his tip with his thumb, was in your honest opinion a pure display of art happening right in front of your eyes. (Turn around, don't look)

When he opened his eyes again, you quickly turned around hoping he didn’t catch you in the act, but those hopes went away when you suddenly felt his full length bottoming out inside you, without a warning.

“I. TOLD. YOU. TO. TURN. AROUND.” Each growl and word came with a full slap on your asscheeks as he pounded hard into you. 

“What is it that you don’t get, huh?” He said as he kept abusing your dripping cunt, he didn’t stop for a second, not to even warm you up for the size of his girth.

“Jake please… it’s too much, you’re going too hard—” You whined and pleaded as he kept on using you, earning yourself another round of slaps and a tight grope of your ass that would leave marks in there for a week at least.

“CÁLLATE!” Harsh and abusing thrusts kept coming your way and making your legs almost give up. (Shut up!)

“You’re gonna learn- *grunt*- you’re gonna learn one way or another that this- *grunt* - this pretty little cunt belongs to me and only I can make it cum”

Tears were already running down your cheeks, you didn’t know if it was pleasure? Pain? At this point it was all a blur, you were starting to feel that heat starting to build deep inside your lower stomach, mewling and moaning erupting from deep inside you. You squeezed the nearest pillow available to you, but as soon as you were barely getting there, you heard Jake growling and gasping before pulling out to jerk himself and finish all over your back.

You had to blink twice to even think about what was happening, you felt the stickiness of his hot cum against your skin as he rubbed it with his thumb as if he was painting over you, you felt the soft pattern of his thumbs— making a smiley face on you?. You were confused, overstimulated and shaking when he looked down at you to slap your ass one more time.

“Que bonita” He gave you a sarcastic smile and a dark chuckle, when he saw you confused and whimpering asking him to help you with your release. (How beautiful)

“No mi amor, I told you you were gonna learn one way of another…”

He moved himself from behind you and pulled his pants up, you heard the zipper of his pants before he threw the infamous vibrator on your side of the couch. He bent down and growled softly to your ear.

“And I really really, I hope you learned with this how frustrating it feels to know someone in this house had an orgasm without you…”

Come on just look at him... tell me I'm not the only one picturing Jake...

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Wishing all of you a tender forehead kiss from a strong but intimacy-starved man who is scared of the feelings you are awakening in him but is already in too deep to know how to stop.

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OMG I LOVE THEM ALL!!!!

Jake one looks soooo good already?!???😍

I might try another Jake because I ran out of time and I didnt like the sketch did for him anyways

Been trying the arcane style... not that accurate in some parts

It's been fun

Jake for those wondering?

incomplete

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No cheeto Jake🥰😂

Anti-cheetofingers technique 🔥

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Eeeeeee no one can understand how it feels like to make a cover art for one of your fav fics!

This was a piece I solely fought tooth and nail to beat the artblock just because of the love I have for the characters and the writer of it!

Art by @silvernight-m for my fic Eclipsing Love Last chapter comes out Friday!

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The reason why I avoid coming online here and reading the fics I was tagged on, is because I can't stop myself from adding your delicious fics to my TO PAINT list!

I only read Fen's trine fic, Fran's Robbie drabble, Pygmi's Steven pantie thief headcanons AND I WANNA PAINT ALL!

ADHD is a bitch bcz I have so many other things like commissions and painting ideas

And I wanna cry bcz I'm having an artblock!

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Ay ay ay pygmiiiiiii!

Babe you can't do this to me🫠(do more pls)

thoughts on steven (maybe even roommate!steven) being a bit of a panty thief? my mind was wandering and i’ve been daydreaming about pervy steven… of all the three he seems he would win Most Likely To Be A (secret) Pervert™️

hm...I see the vision...😏

cw: smut, suggestive content, steven being a little freak <3

All of the boys have a strong sexual appetite. The only difference is, Steven is a little shy.

He knows what he wants (you) he just doesn't know how to ask for it

Besides, he feels all funky about it. He likes what you two have: tea in the morning, scrabble after dinner, maybe a bit of flirting, and then off to your (regrettably) separate rooms.

But ohhhhh how he just writhes in his bed. He can hear you on the other side of the wall. He knows. He can smell it too, when he does your joint laundry.

God it drives him crazy. He'll just kind of....wait for you to leave, maybe to go do the dishes, then he'll shove one in his pocket and hastily dump the rest in the washer.

After his little escapades, he'll spent ample alone time in his bedroom, only coming out to drink a glass of water, sheet imprints on his cheeks and eyes glassy.

You brush it off - maybe he's just getting some well-deserved sleep.

Um.....no.

He'll shove his face in between his pillows and jerk himself off as long as he can take it, the soft cotton panties wrapped tight around his achy length.

Sometimes he'll use them as a gag if he can't keep quiet.

Orgasm after orgasm until he's lost the ability to move, just laying on his soiled sheets and snuffling drowsily at the stolen pair, completely drunk in his love-nest.

He's not a complete arse, though, he always returns them washed.

Steven does notice a pattern.

You've got sexy pairs, regular pairs, sleeping pairs, and that-time-of-the-month pairs.

monthly pairs and sleeping ones are his favorites.

Not sure why, but the lace on your sexier ones gives him a rash and you notice the regular pairs' absence too often.

Nightime pairs smell the most like you. He doesn't like to soil those, just fondles them or presses them to his nose. Your lotion and the soft smell of your skin is soothing as he falls asleep. He'll tongue at the softer parts, imagining you laying there instead, your thighs instead of pillows cradling his face...

Monthly pairs, however.

Well.

You smell different when you're ovulating, obviously. Richer, headier. He'll get an immediate hard-on if he gets a whiff.

Steven keeps those for days, till he can barely stand it. they're usually the softest, too. He'll slick himself up and just go to town, thrusting and humping into the warm, wet, silky pocket of your panties.

It's dangerous cause he'll start moaning like a whore when he spills onto the mattress, bleating and whining until the aftershocks stop. He's gotta learn how to be quieter.

You caught him, once.

He'd fucked himself so hard he couldn't walk very well, acting a little clumsier when he came out from one of his 'naps'.

You were heading out the door and caught sight of his bedroom, slightly ajar.

A pair of light blue panties were twisted on his mattress in a mess of slick that was not yours.

Something sinister and wanting bloomed inside as you slunk out the door. Maybe a trip to the lingerie shop was in order.

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@to-be-a-sunshine @weasleyswizarding-wheezes @silvernight-m @lonelyisamyw-0love @purple-amaranthe

@unear7hly @chaithetics @buckyssugarchick

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I will imagine those were my study books, not my fav novels and suddenly the lil angst in the story is gone too🥰😂

BUT YES THIS WAS ACCURATE!

I would sit and stare at this handsome cute puppy if he spills his coffee even on me!

HI HII!!!!

you have singlehandedly supported the robbie paulson fandom and i love u for it

could I request a small ficlet w robbie and a meet cute?? like pen pals or coffee shop or smthn idk

ily xoxx

I wouldn't say singlehandedly but I appreciate the vote of confidence 😅

Meet cute and coffee shop did speak to me so have this little drabble 🩵

“Oh shit-”

“I am so sorry-”

You look up from the books you were carrying, their pages now slowly soaking up coffee, to the person who collided with you. You had half a mind to tell them off when you saw the most sheepish looking guy this side of the equator looking like he kicked your puppy and is about to cry.

He pats down his pockets before he pulls out a tissue and tries to soak up the spilled drink, the styrofoam cup laying on the ground, forgotten.

“I am so sorry! I didn't look where I was going. Fuck I hope I didn't ruin your books!”

You're still stunned into silence by how pretty this guy was. It takes you a moment to get back to reality. Your body kicks into gear to try and rescue your books. You take some napkins from one of the tables and dab your books dry.

They would survive. Probably.

The coffee stains were excessive but the words were still readable at least. Though it does break your heart to see books in such a bad condition.

Once your books were somewhat dry, now sitting on the table you just wanted to leave, the guy who got you into this mess turns to you.

“Again: I am so sorry. Can I get you a coffee as a recompense? Or tea?” he asks ruefully, “I am Robbie by the way.”

Robbie. Damn, for a book destroyer he is pretty cute.

You smile at him, appreciative of his apology, and tell him your name. He smiles back when you agree to let him buy you your favorite hot beverage. His smile gets even wider as you sit down together and start talking.

Your drink turned cold by the time you exchange phone numbers, eager to talk more, to get to know each other better.