#◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ kay's at it again���

[lycottre]

— DOAÇÃO DE CAPAS ♡

Olá, dengos! bem-vindos minha doação de capas 🩷

⚠️ Antes de tudo por favor leiam com bastante atenção as regras e os avisos!

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— REGRAS:

› 1. apenas uma capa por pessoa.

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› 3. não altero os personagens da capa e nem o título apenas o user!

› 4. o mínimo de palavras é 300.

› 5. não tenho nenhum prazo, mas por favor não abuse da boa vontade e realmente escreva a fic!

— LINKS:

⋆ formulário ! preencha com cuidado ♡

⋆ cronograma

⋆ spirit (main)

⋆ lycottre (spirit)

— CAPAS:

✶ 1. Faster 𖥻 Taeyong e Mark (NCT 127)

✶ 2. Heartless 𖥻 Jaemin e Jeno (NCT DREAM)

✶ 3. It's not a fairy tale 𖥻 Minji e Hanni (NEWJEANS)

✶ 4. The grudge 𖥻 Taeyong (NCT 127)

✶ 5. The boy in my memories 𖥻 Heeseung e Jake (ENHYPEN)

✶ 6. All for nothing 𖥻 Heeseung e Jay (ENHYPEN)

✶ 7. Cool with you 𖥻 Hyein e Haerin (NEWJEANS)

✶ 8. Aromas de café, palavras de biscoito 𖥻 Kai (EXO)

✶ 9. Im not sorry 𖥻 Mark e Haechan (NCT)

✶ 10. Ice cream boy 𖥻 Jeno e Renjun (NCT DREAM)

✶ 11. Kingdom come 𖥻 Jungwon e Sunoo (ENHYPEN)

✶ 12. Shooting stars 𖥻 Hanni e Minji (NEWJEANS)

✶ 13. Como você está se sentindo hoje jeno? 𖥻 Jeno (NCT DREAM)

✶ 14. The sides of eunchae 𖥻 Eunchae (LE SSERAFIM)

✶ 15. Esculpida pelos deuses 𖥻 Sakura e Kazuha (LE SSERAFIM)

✶ 16. Vizinha 𖥻 Haerin e Danielle (NEWJEANS)

✶ 17. Eternal sunshine 𖥻 Soobin e Beomgyu (TXT)

✶ 18. Will i ever see you again? 𖥻 Kai e Yeonjun (TXT)

✶ 19. Popstar 𖥻 Chanyeol e Baekhyun (EXO)

✶ 20. ASAP 𖥻 Kazuha, Yunjin e Sakura (LE SSERAFIM)

✶ 21. Sugar coat 𖥻 Chaewon e Yunjin (LE SSERAFIM) feat. @sharkissm

✶ 22. Glue song 𖥻 Ningning e Karina (AESPA) feat. @sharkissm

✶ 23. Viciado em você 𖥻 Jake e Heeseung (ENHYPEN)

✶ 24. Na minha mente 𖥻 Jungwon e Jay (ENHYPEN)

✶ 25. Mania de você 𖥻 Sunoo e Sunghoon (ENHYPEN)

✶ 26. Teddy bear 𖥻 Hanni e Minji (NEWJEANS) feat. @chanyouchan

✶ 27. The boy next door 𖥻 Leehan e Taesan (BOYNEXTDOOR)

✶ 28. One and only 𖥻 Riwoo e Leehan (BOYNEXTDOOR)

[peach-and-bugs]

LESBIAN AGATHA IS REAL I REPEAT LESBIAN AGATHA IS REAL AND I CRIED ABOUT IT THIS IS SO SPECIAL (also pan Rio maybe??!)

[in-toxi-cant]

Well, it looks things got interesting while we were away~...

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Came to say I love your editssssssss

Love you bye 🫶~~

Ahhhh thank you 😭💜💜 you're so sweet and this ask will sustain me for the rest of the week ily 🥰🥰🥰

[keijoikawa]

this is wht came to mind when i read the wriolexi n lexicchino post >< the selfships posts r so cute! :33

eeeek kaikai !!! waaah nono dats soooo us >///< hand size…. i starin… but eeek !! in modern!au wrio wld so get mi a pink spiked bracelet so i has my own !! i gets all proud of it c: but arle gets mi pretty silk n’ lace bracelets instead,, soooo opposites >///< i loves dem sososoo much !! <33

[peachsssketchbook]

Art fight 2023

I was on team Werewolf this year for art fight and had a really great time! I loved drawing all of these characters and I'm already looking forward to next year!

characters in order are:

Vanya (my character) & Tassa (HannAHHbal)

Gabriella (TheSpoderJedi)

Reykja Advik (ScarlettLion2 @scarlettlion2)

Rose (xxyriiax)

Pixie Puff & Mocha Swirl (Hapiskii)

(left to right) Diego (PurpleDragonz) Saylor (Bennypilled @bennypilled) Lucie (mortiseye) Maisie byrd (clxmonade @babygirlifier) & Cortney (my character)

Xena (PALOMX @justpalomx)

Cheri & Lamia (Yellowwclouds)

Vivienne (Axolotllot @axolotllotl)

Special (Popeetoester @popeetoester)

Scarlett Johannes (Neat @idealess-at-this)

[just--kay]

I love Corey Cunningham so much

Look at my boyfriend 😭💙

[peach-and-bugs]

No, but this is so real

being in small fandoms really is like *some of the most creative, visually stunning fanart you've seen* (41 notes)

[peach-and-bugs]

So, hypothetically how would we feel if Passing Notes made a return???? And HYPOTHETICALLY-

what if there was an extra spicy level of drama that may or may not include a recently introduced canon ex girlfriend…

For those unaware of Passing Notes, my highschool teacher Agatha Au fic, read the first chapter here!

[peachsssketchbook]

˗ˏˋ✧Welcome to Peach's Sketchbook!✧´ˎ˗

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Some of you may know me from my main blog @peach-and-bugs, where I've posted my art in the past, but I've decided to make an art-specific blog/socials as I'm now pursuing an art degree!

✧.*But anyway, my name is Kay or Peach

✧.*I'm 19 and my birthday's in March (Pisces baby)

✧.*I'm a college sophomore and I'm starting a Visual communications degree

✧.*I've been seriously drawing since middle school & doing digital art on Procreate with an iPad Pro & apple pencil for 7 to 8 years

You can find all of my other art socials through my Carrd!

I also have commissions available on my Artistree

[just--kay]

Haaiiii it's been a million years!!

My big fat crush on-

Has been rekindled I kissy ghosty 😋💙💚

[peach-and-bugs]

no, fr I'm so guilty of this. If we're mutuals please feel free to talk to me. I promise I wanna talk, I'm just scared

Yeah I have tumble friends *likes mutuals post* see we are communicating

[txmxkis]

6, 8, 15, 27!!!

thank u for sending this kaiiii 🫶

: ̗̀6. what's your favorite candle scent? ➛ PINE. ANYTHING THAT SMELLS LIKE PINE TREES. LOMLLLLLL <333333

: ̗̀8. what's a fabric/texture that's nostalgic for you? ➛ oh this one's kinda difficult actually..... quilted things remind me soooo much of my grandma and her house, she always has a nice quilt on her perfectly made bed. also for some reason crushed velvet was the first thing that came to mind because she has such a pretty cloak (?) made out of it that i would always put on to feel fancy when i was little haha... i'm sure there's others because i've loved a lotttt of fabrics but that's what's coming to mind rn!!

: ̗̀15. comfort food?➛MASHED POTATOES . and pork chops but exactly the way that my grandma makes them..... we also had another dish that my other grandma would make (i'm actually pretty sure i've mentioned it here before) that's basically just pasta with a butter tomato sauce...... very simple but we gave it a special name and would have it sometimes when we went to visit........ i still make it a lot, especially when i'm missing her <3

: ̗̀27. do you like to garden? have you ever grown something? ➛ i'm very much a house plant girlie (gn) so i have quite a few of them, but i've been wanting so badly to set up a little garden on our back patio and grow tomatoes and cucumbers and herbs etc... as soon as i have enough money. shakes fist

soft asks <3

[peach-and-bugs]

teen nat with “You look exhausted, you know that?” ?? (maybe pre-crash)

❤️Blame Game - Natalie Scatorccio (1996 pre-crash) x fem!Reader❤️

Fanfiction master list

disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately

GIF by gayliennn

Summary: Natalie seeks refuge from the rain (and possibly comfort) after the death of her dad...

Warnings: canon themes: dead parents, spousal abuse, guns, general angst

Word Count: 2,539

A/N: Hello Lovelies! it's been a minute. I was so busy this past semester, but I'm now on summer break and I want to get back to work on my writing with requests for dialogue prompts with characters with Yellowjackets! here's my first dabble at writing for the fandom with pre-crash Natalie! I really hope you enjoy it, and as always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading ❤️

"Nat" Natalie Scatorccio Tag List:

General Tag List: @summergeezburr

-❤️-

It had been raining for most of the afternoon by now, which you had found strange given the sun being so high when you'd left school. But the rain persisted into the night and you now found yourself sitting at your desk, scribbling away in your diary about your day and just general thought and feelings. You'd found that even when you had a mundane day, writing was still good. It helped keep up the habit for when you needed the outlet. 

You started to run out of things to say and instead began to chew at the eraser of your pencil. One of your cassettes played quietly in your walkmen, but you could still hear the rain’s muffled tapping on the roof over the song. However, as you moved to start scribbling again, maybe adding doodles to your entry instead of more words, your attention was caught by a different tapping. It was sporadic and out of tune with the rain and it paused as though some other element controlled it. 

Cautiously, you paused your song and listened. The tapping started again, clicking against the glass of your window. When there wa another pause you made your way over to it and opened it with caution. You paused again, licking your lips and biting your cheek. Why did this feel like the start of every slasher movie? Maybe youde watched those Halloween movies too many times. 

“Hey, y/n! That you?” a familiar voice broke through the rain. Without any more hesitation, your head poked out of the open window, hands gripping the windowsill as the rain began to wet your hair. 

“Nat?” you called in a whispery yell. “What the hell are you doing here? It’s the middle of the night?” thanks to your porch light you could see her fidgeting, hugging herself as she crumpled under the rain. She opened her mouth like she wanted to talk, but stopped herself. 

“Can I come up?” she said instead. You hesitated again, head going back inside as you checked the time. It was nearly one in the morning by now. Your father would be furious if he found out, but it was Nat after all, it was pouring and you knew she had to have walked here. You huffed, your brows knit as you nodded, ducking your head back into the house ans shutting the window behind you before running downstairs as quietly as you could. You quietly unlocked your front door, pausing after it clicked open to listen for the sound of any unexpected movement. When nothing turned up you opened the door just as Natalie stepped onto your front porch. 

“Be quiet and wipe your feet,” you insisted in a hushed voice, eyes already training on the staircase once more. You unconsciously took her hand tight and sprinted as quietly as you could up the stairs and ducked into your room, shutting it with the softest click you could mister. You shut your eyes, listening against the door for any sign you might have woken your parents, but once you felt it was all clear you relaxed with a sigh and turned back to look out on your room. 

“You didn’t have to let me up if I was gonna get you in trouble,” Natalie mumbled. She’d begun to fidget where she stood, her thumb stroking over the strap of her soaked backpack. She didn’t move from where she stood and seemed to avoid making eye contact with you or anything in the room for that matter. 

“It’s running outside and you’re soaked,” she shrugged, eyes turning down to her dripping shoes. 

“I don't wanna put you out’s all,” your eyes transfixed on her in the quiet. She didn’t look at you for any of it but in the short time you stood awkwardly in front of you you could tell something was wrong. You knew Nat well. Well, maybe not this Natalie specifically, but you knew the Natalie from middle school who had sleepovers at your house nearly every Saturday and loved playing board games with your family and stopping for secret ice cream with you on the way home from school. That all had been some time ago, but you knew her, and even with all that she’d hanged that Natalie was still in her. You saw her right then. 

“You doing ok? You seem off,” you inquired, slowly approaching her like she was a skittish dog. She looked up finally, slightly geared by the sudden proximity change, but she relaced as your reached for her fidgety hand. She let you take it, watching the tenderness in your motion. She hated being fragile. 

“My dad’s gone,” she breathed, biting her lower lip. She’d been doing it for a while now. The skin of it was dry and chapped, red from repeated tearing away at the layering resulting in a swollen tenderness. 

“I’m sorry. For good this time?” you weren't sure that was the right question to ask. Natalie’s dad always had a tendency to come and go, but given her demeanor either it was over or something else was going on. She sniffed heavily and let out a dry laugh as she jerked her eyes from you. 

“Yeah, well seeing he put a bullet in his head I’d say it’s for good,” she pressed her lips together, sucking her teeth at the bitter sting, and exhaled hard through her nose. She swallowed hard before she shakily turned her eyes back to you. She tisked at the expression on your face and felt your hand tighten around hers. “Fuck, I'm sorry, I shouldn't unload on you like that I-”

“Hey, no it’s ok. It’s fine. I’m sorry,” you reached and grabbed hold of her other hand ans squeezed tight, forcing an awkward smile. “Do you want clothes to change into? You’re sopping wet,” she shook her head but you tisked. 

“I'm getting you clothes ans you aren't arguing,” you turned from her and sauntered to your dresser, wrassling around in your drawers for anything comfortable for her to wear. Unbeknownst to you, Natalie was looking down at her hand, squeezing them into fists before she rubbed her sweaty palms against her jeans. She never liked clammy hands. You turned back to her eventually, shoving the pile of clothes in her hands. “Batheroom’s where it’s always been,” you pointed to the door that connected to your room.  

“And feel free to dry off with a towel. Are you spending the night?” you rushed most of what you said, adrenaline pumping through you at an alarming rate as you tried to keep your cool. Nat eventually nodded awkwardly and made her way to the bathroom. The click of the door allowed you to let go of the hot breath that had been boiling in your stomach. Her dad was gone? Like, gone, gone. That was a good thing, wasn’t it? Well, maybe not given how upset she seemed. You never would have thought of Nat to be the type to mourn her father, cruel as that may sound. And why had she come to your house of all places? She hadn’t talked to you in years. She’d gotten so committed to the soccer team that she’d moved away from you but here she was now, dropping the bomb that her dad had killed himself.

“You alright?” Nat opening the door and talking to you had pulled you out of your head. She’d dried her hair off with a towel and was now draping it over the floor to sit her bookbag on top of it to dry. Her brown hair was tousled and knotted from what you assumed had been her vigorous rubbing to dry off. She’d folded her clothes in a pile that she added next to her bookbag and stood awkwardly barefoot in a pair of old shorts and a baggy tee shirt that used to be your dad’s. 

“Yeah, I'm good,” you smiled, standing again. “You want some socks? The hardwood gets cold,” you said as you actively moved to grab a pair of fuzzy socks you'd gotten for Christmas from one of your drawers. You shoved them in her hands before she could decline. She held them for a moment, unmoving despite the gentle sway of her thumb over the cotton material before leaning over to put them on. As she did that you took her clothes and draped them over the footboard of your bed to air out. 

“Are you staying over?” you asked again. You knew if she said no you'd still keep her here. You didn't want to worry about her out in the rain again. 

“Only if that's alright,” you smiled with a single nod.

“Of course. It can be like before,” you chuckled, turning to adjust things on your bed. You might have caught the tiny flicker in Nat’s lips had you been looking. But you hadn’t and climbed into bed instead, shimmying under the covers to get comfortable. Nat slowly followed but lay on her back over the blankets, folding her hands on her chest. You only watched her for some time, not knowing what subject to broach, if any at all.  

“You look exhausted, you know that?” you eventually murmured. Nat turned her head to you and let out a warm sigh. Her eyes seemed sunken, bags growing dark under them. You wondered how much she’d been sleeping. 

“That kinda happens when-” she stopped herself abruptly. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No…” her voice lulled to a whisper as she paused. That pause felt like it lasted hours till she sniffled. “Maybe a little,” she swallowed thickly. You scooted in closer to her, reaching your hand out t her ever so lightly to wordlessly offer it to you. 

“It was my fault,” you shook your head. 

“Nat. you’re seventeen,” she sniffled loudly and quickly dried her tears just as they fell from her eyes. She didn’t look at you, her eyes transfixed up at your ceiling in a feeble attempt to keep herself together. 

“I grabbed the gun. He wouldn't have had it had I not,” 

“It’s not your fault,”

“He was beating on my mom again because I had a boy in my room,” frustrated disdain filled her tone. “And it’s not like anything was happening! I mean, it was just Kevyn,” she scoffed at his name. Unbeknownst to Natalie, you knew the boy had the biggest crush on her known to man. How she didn’t realize it baffled you, but that wasn’t relevant at the moment. 

“But I grabbed the gun. And I left the safety on and he took it from me and fucked around with it,”

“Natalie,” you kept your voice low. Her breathing had started to flair as she fully cried now. You took her hand, squeezing it tight. She didn’t look at you but unconsciously clenched both her fists around your fingers, and brought them to her chest, pressing it tight to her in some kind of attempt to ground yourself maybe. “Natalie, Who had the gun?” she managed to get out. She sniffled again. She would have called it pitiful, but you basked in the sound. Not in a weird way, but because she could trust you with this. She shook her head. 

“Did you shoot him?” her breath shook as she took a deep inhale.

“He did,” 

“So, who’s fault it that?” she turned her head away, squeezing her eyes shut as she covered her mouth to suppress a sob. She let go of your hand and turned onto her side, leaving only her heaving shoulders in your view. You scooted out of bed, moving slowly behind her. She flinched as your fingertips made contact with her back, but you found she quickly relaxed under her touch as you began rubbing your hand in circles over the surface area. 

“Nat, it was his fault,” you murmured. She continued to cry, curled into a ball on the edge of your bed. You weren't even sure if she was hearing any of what you said, but you didn’t feel you should prioritize that. You stayed that way with her for a while, till you maneuvered onto your side, laying behind her and wrapping your arm around her instead of continuing to massage your back. You felt her take your hand again, bringing your fingers close to her face.  She seemed to bury her face in your hand in some feeble attempt at self-soothing. 

Eventually, she turned around in your arms and found herself up close and personal with you. Thanks to the dim light she prayed you wouldn't see the red in her cheeks burning from the sudden proximity. She let go of your hand quite abruptly. 

“Sorry,” she mumbled, eyes darting away. You only smiled and nodded, scanning her puffy, tear-streaked face. Without giving it much thought, you reached forward, brushing loose, now dry hair from her face. Your fingertips skimmed over her forehead with a delicateness Nat couldn't find herself familiar with. 

“You look exhausted, you know that?” she shrugged but locked into your gaze. 

“I’ve always been like that,” she forced a chuckle but found you frowning. You thumbed away leftover tears from her eyes ans found your hand lingering. When you noticed you made the motion of pulling away from her but she grabbed your hand, holding it where it was. She bit her bottom lip, her brows knitting with overwhelming consideration till she hissed out the words “fuck it” and leaned it. 

She’d let go of your hand in exchange for the back of your neck, which fit quite comfortably against the flat of her palm. She’d shut her eyes hard and had kind of clumsily crashed into you, definitely taking you by surprise. For a second it was quite startling, but you didn’t panic or pull away. But once you got over the shock, you relaxed into her, smiling against her lips, which given their chapped nature left a metallic taste against your tongue. 

You’re hand, which had been hovering above the covers after being abandoned slowly settled on Natalie’s hip as you shut your eyes and you felt her exhale through her nose as the air flittered against your cheek. Yet, just as fast as she’d moved in she was done, leaving your lips to chase after her. Her eyes were wide and blown when you opened yours again and she seemed to have a grimace on her face. 

“Shit, was I that bad?” you sucked in a breath through your teeth. Her grimace subsided and she shook her head, now looking confused. 

“No. I was more so waiting for you to be pissed with me,” she admitted. You smiled and laughed quietly. 

“Why would I be mad?”

“I dunno, I kinda just did it and I didn’t ask-”

“Didn’t ask if I liked girls?” 

“Do you?” she chuckled again, scooting closer to her. 

I dunno, I might. I mean, I might at least like one girl,”

“That's so fucking corny,” Natalie finally smiled, letting go of a laugh in her throat. 

“Yeah, but I got you to smile finally,” you squeezed her hip. “I consider that a win in my book,”

[moechies]

cockwarming w/ toji !! 𝜚 𓈒 kitty hybrid

toji’s kitty girlfriend who purrs when she feels too good :3

impaled on the fat girthy cock of your beloved owner, wet slick pasting his strong thighs and soft cunt throbbing against his plump balls.

you gently groom the slight stubble on his soft chin, dragging your tongue over and over against his jaw, humming and purring with delight.

your thighs shiver gently below, and toji feels it; the way your soft skin trembles against his waist. he’s entertained with his new pet, and enjoys her grooming but doesn’t forget about her bad habit; her sharp little claws dug deep into his back, drawing strings of crimson blood.

he would tell you to stop, pull the soft endearing hands of your own away from his skin, but he can’t fathom the pouty look on your face if he were to do so. a nervous glimmer in your eyes as your ears fold back when you realize what you’ve been doing to hurt your sweet master, and all unintentionally because you were caught up in the overwhelming pleasure of getting to groom and warm him.

“cuteee fuckin’ kitty, aren’t you?”

so he lets it by this time, lets you continue your kitten licks to his face, sneaking in a couple long kisses against his top lip, or the corner of his mouth. he pulls you close when he feels your little body vibrate gently against his own, consistent and satisfied purrs accompanied by honeyed chants of, ‘i love you, master’ s.

toji chuckles, scratching gently behind your ear and stroking the soft fluff. he thrusts above out of the blue, girthy cock bottoming out fully and impaling your poor cunt. you squeal unexpectedly, nails digging a tad deeper into the man’s back. he hisses at the pain, but laughs it off in mere seconds.

he looks below, attentive to the way you purr against his chest, face hidden against his fat tit. you purr loudly, along with short breathy moans, ones you try to cover up with heavy breaths in hopes they toji won’t hear.

“m-master.” you purr, holding back pants.

“what is it, kitty?” toji grins, hand moving from your waist and coming up to your neck. he fidgets at your little bell of a collar, engraved nicely on the metal in a bold cursive, ‘return to toji fushiguro if lost ♡.’ he smiles at the memory that plays of your sweet self when he first showed you the endearing gift.

“wan’ it, please, wan’ you to fuck me.”

“oh? that’s so dirty, sweet thing.” he teases, lifting your face by your chin to face him. your cheeks flush and your lips are pouty, and you’ve never looked cuter.

“n-not true. wan’ your milk, daddy.” you whisper with a sly smile, eyes lidded as you resume your gentle purring.

“is that right..” he mumbles. he thrusts up once again, moving himself forward so that you’re leaning against him, hands pressed against his chest.

“how does this little kitty want it ?” you assume he’s referring to you, but instead he drags a heavy finger from your soft butt, tracing against your skin to reach your soft belly; landing right above the imprint of his cock. his digit presses on the budge slightly, making you squirm before he moves down to your cute pussy, leaving swipes across your pearly clit.

“master—“

“tell me, pretty little thing.”

“from behind, please, doggy. wan’ y’to fuck me from b-behind, ‘kay?”

“oh, aren’t you just so sweet.”

you hiccup, feeling the man’s large body splay across your back as you’re placed gently on your arms and knees. his cock doesn’t dislodge from you once, fat tip nudged snugly in your cunt as he flips you over. your face plants into the soft sheets, knees melting into the mattress with the man’s added weight.

“doggy.. ironic, huh?” he laughs.

“stooop it..” you purr into the sheets, fur clad tail tickling at his soft skin.

his hand wraps around the base of your tail, tugging it up high for easier access. he watches how your milky pussy throbs erratically around him, rim of your stretched cunt a tad shade darker.

slick drools from your soddened holes against your thighs, transferring and coating his cock and the scruffy hairs against his shaft. your folds perfectly accommodate his cock, wrapping neatly around the man’s girth.

your butthole sits above your pretty pussy perfectly, clenching ever so often at the vulnerability of the position, and how you can basically feel the man’s eyes boring into your cunt, and chubby butt.

“master— hnn… no more staring please, w-wan’ you to fuck me !” you shimmy your butt closer to his pelvis, moaning when you press yourself impossibly further onto his dick. “m-master! pleaseee..!”

“shh calm down, little pet. y’r gonna get what ya want, i promise.”

your tail wraps around his forearm, leading his hand to your waist. you gaze back at him with lidded eyes, glimmering in the dim light with coated, pouty lips. “master—“

“settle down, now. trust me, this little pussy’s gonna get what she wants.” he leans over, catching your lips in a heated kiss. “..and this one too.” he mumbles against your lips. you feel the corner of his mouth curl, scar dragging across your lips as he brings a thumb against your clit.

[peach-and-bugs]

so true! I love being the author of my favorite comfort fics

Everyone should read their own fanfics recreationally tbh this shit fucking rules. It's like the author knows exactly what I like.