#in absolute adoration over the lace 😭

[tiredvibehours]

Yknow what? Fuck you. [Angel-ifies your Junior Deputy]

[tojisun]

i just know and i feel it in my little heart. bimbo reader collects sonny angels. maybe she’s even made them little outfits and says one is simon and one is her. i feel like she’s the type to sew a little pocket on his tactical clothes so a little part of her is always with him 😭

HONEY OH MY GOD HONEY THIS IS ADORABLE?? THANK U FOR THE VISION BECAUSE SHE ABSOLUTELY DOES!! got a full collection and a mounted shelf for the lil cherubs n all thattt 🥹🫶🏼 god what a cutie

just imagine how excited you were when you first started collecting them and simon’s a little confused but he gives you his card anyway when you tell him you want to order more.

“they all have the same face, sweets,” he says, bending over to get a clearer view of your display case to see the little things. some have full outfits, while some are almost bare except for their hats, but even then – even with their different skin tones and eye colours and costumes – simon can’t shake off the oddity of seeing a singular expression from an intensive collection. “i don’t get it.”

then, his eyes catch onto a unique set. these two don’t have a plastic-style outfits and are, instead, decked out in little sewn clothes. one’s a wearing a pink dress, sparkly and made of laces, while the other one’s in a basic tactical gear – dark jumper, dark pants, a grey vest that’s fashioned to look like a bulletproof vest – and… a balaclava?

huh. that almost looks like-

“it’s us!” you chirp and simon, well, his heart quivers.

“yeah?” he asks, unable to look away at the little things, feeling so choked up at the affection and love that’s slamming against his ribs.

you hum in reply before your hand, slim and bejewelled, juts out to pluck the two of the dolls from the stand. simon straightens up and turns to face you at your beckoning.

“made ‘em ‘cause i missed you,” you mutter, batting your lashes up at him in a shy manner. you snagged your bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling in anxiousness, and simon simply melts.

“oh, lovie,” he croons as he cups your jaw with his palm, his lungs constricting when you instantly nuzzle into his hold. “they’re perfect. y’r perfect.”

he murmurs his thanks when you give him the doll that’s fashioned to look like you, gentle in his touch and reverent as he slides it into the chest pocket of his jacket.

“there she is,” simon murmurs, unaware of how his actions are making you tremble with love. “safe and sound by my heart.”

he chokes in surprise when you throw yourself at him, climbing him with experienced grappling, before cupping his cheeks and pulling him in for a kiss.

well. simon’s not complaining, that’s for sure.

-;

you bring simon-sonny around when you go out with your friends, plopping it beside your cocktail drink or beside your lil cup of ice cream, before asking your friend to snag a picture of you and the cherub to send to simon (who’s currently deployed).

to: simmy <3

us!!!! 💖🩷 <

and simon responds with a picture from his end, just a little selfie, almost blurry, the angle just enough to show simon looking up at the camera and the little sonny that’s perched inside his chest pocket – the one you diy-ed yourself.

from: simmy <3

> us :)

-;

CRYING THIS IS TOO CUTE!!! RAHHHHH nonbc im so sorry i rambled again 😭 i just. i have sm lil figurines (not specifically sonny) and i just love thinking about a s/o who cares sm they indulge u :’>

[cowboykento]

Hey not sure if you’re still writing about CowboyNanami but I just read all of it and every single one just melts my heart!! Anyways I was wondering if you could write a little drabble of them starting a family could be sfw at first about having a conversation about wanting to finally start and then a nsfw version with a little breeding kink awakening in Nanami, obviously if you’re comfortable with it absolutely fine if not just thought I’d share my thoughts <3 Just wanted to say love your works on CowboyNanami and they are to die for!!

😭thank you very much baby i appreciate you more than words can say!! i think i am stuck (by my own brain) writing him for the rest of my life so i hope u enjoy this :3

warnings: baby making!! kind of breeding kink, discussions of having a kid, "momma" is used but not really in a kink way, lmk if i missed any warnings <3

you’ve been married almost a year now, and you can’t help but imagine adding a kid—a baby—to the mix. kento brings in enough income from the farm that you could take enough leave from your job; the baby could spend the days inside with you while kento works and then you could all spend the evening on the porch.

for a while it just felt like a distant daydream, but the longer you spent married to kento, the longer you start to truly yearn for it.

you fought with yourself, thinking constantly about how you could bring it up to your husband. it wasn’t necessarily that you were worried he’d shut you down—he’d mentioned his enthusiasm to have a family one day more times than you—but you were worried he wouldn’t be ready now. and you felt so ready and so hopeful, you prayed kento would feel the same way.

you’d tried to bring it up a couple evenings, but the words just wouldn’t come out. you wrack your brain for subtle ways to bring it up, so that maybe you wouldn’t have to say it so directly.

you'd been trying your best to just come out with it for weeks, but the final blow to you came at kento's niece's birthday party. you knew it would be somewhat challenging for yourself, going to this party. kento's niece was just turning 2, and it didn't help that you were already so eager to have your own little one running around the farm.

of course the girl is adorable, you knew that already, but what you couldn't have expected is the way you would feel seeing kento hold his niece in his arms.

he bounces her up and down on his lap, pulling the cutest giggles out of her. he smiles fondly at her, and you swear you've never been more attracted to him than you are now.

his niece is practically glued to him the entire day, so excited to see her uncle kento after so long. you long to raise a baby with kento—you can only imagine how great of a dad he'll be.

you're quiet on the ride home. you told him you were just tired from the party, which was believable enough, but you knew that he didn't fully believe you, he knew you far too well.

still, it was up to you to break the ice. kento wouldn't force you to say anything if you didn't want to, which you always appreciated, but knew that now, it left you no choice but to finally tell him.

"can i talk to you about something?" you ask softly, lacing your fingers with his free hand.

he glances over at you quickly before turning back to the road, "of course, darlin'. everything alright?"

you take a deep breath and look at kento, even if he can't meet your eyes. maybe that's for the best, you're not sure you could manage to get it out if his gaze was pouring into you. you're barely sure you can get it out now.

"well i... i really enjoyed the party today. and it just made me think about... well, about us having a baby," you speak slowly, probing for a reaction from your husband.

his jaw tightens and his eyes widen, and you can tell he wants to turn and face you and see your expression.

"oh yeah? what about us having a baby?" he asks patiently.

your heart is still racing as he lets you fidget with his fingers in your lap.

"i think i want to start trying for a baby... if you want to, too," your voice quivers a bit.

kento stretches his hand out to envelope yours, squeezing your hand in his.

"sweetheart," he breathes, "are ya sure?"

"mhm. been thinking about it for a while," you admit, "but you really sold it at the party. you're so good with your niece."

he brings the back of your hand to his lips, "i'd love to start tryin', darlin'. 've wanted to start a family with ya for forever. you're really sure?"

"i am, kento. i really want this. i really want this with you."

he pulls up to a stop sign and pulls you in to kiss your lips quickly, but enthusiastically.

"i want this too, baby. ya wanna start tryin' when we get home?" his hand falls back down to your thigh, creeping close to the hem of your pretty sundress.

you lean across the console to press a kiss to his cheek, "yeah, let's start trying, handsome."

you barely get through the door, your lips crashing into each other's as kento tosses his keys into the bowl, not losing his focus—you—for even a second.

his hands hold you tightly around your middle, pulling you as close to him as possible as his tongue licks into your mouth hungrily.

you moan into his mouth, your fingers tangled in his hair as he pushes you against the wall, hands lowering to pull your dress up.

"you want me to put a baby in ya?" he pants against your jaw, immediately reattaching his lips to your skin after the words leave his mouth. "been waitin' for ya to finally let me get ya pregnant. fuck, you'll be the best mama, won'tcha?"

he pulls your panties aside, swiping his fingers through your cunt to gather up your arousal, licking it up greedily before thumbing over your clit.

"fuck, please, ken," you squeak as he slips a finger into your pussy, gently but thoroughly preparing you for him. "please gimme a baby, want it so bad."

his lips are back on yours, tongue sucking up your pretty moans as his fingers piston in and out of you.

"i'll give ya what ya want, just like i always do," he breathes against your lips. "anything my pretty wife wants, ain't that right?"

"pleeease, ken, need you now," you moan, feeling your walls start to clench around his fingers.

he pulls them out with a pop, once again sucking the juices off of them before he lifts you off your feet without once taking his lips away from yours, and carrying you off into the bedroom.

kento lays you down on the bed lovingly, despite the passion and adrenaline passing between both of you. his hands and his lips, however, move erratically, entirely driven by kento's desire—his need—to give you a baby.

he's quick to pull your dress off, leaving you in just your panties, his shirt following quickly after. every second your lips separate from kento's you're both letting out breathless gasps of "fuck," and "love you so much."

his hands are roaming eagerly from your jaw, pulling you into loving and indulgent kisses before sliding down to squeeze your tits.

"these are gonna get all full of milk pretty soon, sweetheart," he says between sucking and kissing your neck and chest. "y're gonna be the prettiest momma, baby. fuck, my pretty, perfect wife. love ya so much, darlin'."

you reach your hands up to cup either side of his face, "i love you too, kento. so much. i want this so bad—want this with you."

kento closes the space between his lips and yours once more before kissing down your front until he gets to the waistband of your panties. he kisses your clit through the fabric, tongue poking out to prod at your damp slit.

your fingers tie into his hair once again, "kenn, i need your cock now, need you to get me pregnant now," you whine.

a grin breaks out on kento's face, and he kisses your cunt one more time before pulling away to shove his jeans and boxers down. his cock springs out, hard and leaking and you nearly whimper at the sight. you've taken him how many times? yet every time it amazes you.

kento crawls his way back over you, tongue finding yours immediately as his fingers slide your panties down your legs. you can't help clenching your thighs together, the anticipation of finally getting to try for a baby, of taking kento raw, thrilling and intimidating at the same time.

he slides himself through your dripping cunt, coating himself in your arousal. you're just about to start crying for him to fuck you when he spits on your pussy and slides his dick through it, making both of you sloppy messes.

"please ken, fuck me," you breathe against his cheek between kisses, "make me a momma."

kento lines himself up, his tip barely prodding at your entrance before kissing you with every bit of love and adoration in his heart and soul and thrusting all the way into your warm, soaking pussy.

the moan you let out come straight from your stomach as you feel your husband finally fuck you. your fingernails dig into his back when he finds his pace—slow, but deep. so deep—and plows you into the mattress.

your legs kick up hopelessly as he pounds into you, the sound of skin on skin mixing with the moans that sneak out in between kissing him.

kento keeps one hand on the side of your face so he can admire you, the other rubbing your throbbing clit.

"shit," he groans, "need to fill this little pussy, need to get you pregnant, oh my god."

you don't think you've ever heard your husband this fucked out, and it makes you just as drunk off his pleasure as well as your own. you can't even muster up any words, too lost in the overwhelming sensation kento always brings you. even so, he's on another level of aroused and sexy tonight.

"please," you hiccup out, "please, please kento, please fill me-"

he cuts you off, licking fire into your mouth as his hips start to move faster, his cock nearly punching against your cervix.

you're so close you have to fight not to squeeze your eyelids shut, too intent on seeing your handsome husband as he finally fucks a baby into you.

"c'mon, momma, cum f'r me, c'mon sweetheart, just cum 'n i'll fill you right up, fill you to the brim," he says, picking up his pace on your clit and continuing his relentless pace.

it doesn't take much more than his words to send you over the edge, your eyes rolling back in your head as your body shakes with the tremors of pleasure.

just as you're starting to come down from your high, kento makes a few final thrusts before finishing right behind you, pushing every ounce of his cum as deep as he can.

you watch his abs clench as he continues rolling his hips against yours, slowly, leisurely keeping you full, just like he promised.

you pull him down for another kiss, this one more worn out, but somehow more in love than you've ever felt.

"did so good for me, darlin'," he smiles at you, finally pulling out and laying down next to you. "always do so good for me. love ya so much, angel."

you smile back at him, "i love you too, kento. more than anything. i'm so happy we're gonna start a family."

he pulls you against his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "me too, darlin'."

you snake your arms around him, looking up at him with fucked out, gorgeous eyes, "you know, we might as well get a few more tries in tonight. just so we know for sure."

he pulls you all the way up so you're straddling him, leaning just above his lips, "i think y're right, darlin'. can't be too sure."

you giggle, heart fuller than ever, as you kiss your husband.

hai hope you enjoyed if you read this far :3 pls consider sending more cowboy!nanami asks either here or on @chuuyasboots !! okay thanks so much for reading

[bruisedboys]

could you do anakin looking after you while ur drunk or high 🫠

hi honey yes I absolutely can!! sorry for any inaccuracies in this, I don’t drink and I actually have not watched a star wars movie in months 😭

anakin skywalker x fem!reader

“Give me a kiss,” you say. ‘Demand’ would be the more accurate word. Anakin’s eyes blow wide.

“What?” He asks through a startled laugh, more shocked than anything. You’ve been home all of thirty seconds and you’re already all over him. He’s never trusting Ahsoka with you again, he decides.

“A kiss,” you say again, like it’s obvious. You tilt your chin up towards him, chest flush with his. “I want one. Please?”

Anakin blinks. “Sure,” he says, properly dumbfounded. He leans down and kisses you. The taste of liquor on your mouth is strong. Your lips are sticky and warm.

You make a pleased humming noise against his mouth and screw your fingers into his collar. Anakin has to pull back lest he get carried away. You chase his lips, eyes half lidded. When you realise the kiss is over, they blink open as if your eyelashes have been glued together.

“You taste like a minibar,” Anakin tells you fondly. He slides his hands from your shoulders to your elbows. “How much did you have to drink exactly?”

Your brows furrow and your nose scrunches. “Don’t know. Not that much. Like, five?”

“Five what?” Anakin asks, a bit horrified.

Your face scrunches even more, like the effort of remembering is gruelling. A few seconds pass and then,

“I can’t remember,” you admit, forlorn.

Anakin rolls his eyes. You’re hopeless. He’s going to have a word with you in the morning about limits. Admittedly, he should’ve talked to you before you left with Ahsoka, but he was too distracted by your pretty going-out outfit. It’s all rumpled now, and your hair’s falling out, but you’re still the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

“Right,” he says, half amused and half exasperated. “Well, how about I get you some water, hm? You look like you could use something that’s not laced with alcohol.”

You don’t answer, but you also don’t protest as he guides you over to the sofa. ‘Guides’ is being generous. He’s practically carrying you. He doesn’t mind, even though you’re dead weight in his arms. He sits you down and goes to move away but you cling to him, your hands hot at his hips.

“Y/N,” he says, exasperated. He’s glad you’re half-cut so you don’t notice how much your needy touching affects him. “C’mon, trouble. Let me go.”

You pout at him. “Can I have another kiss?” You ask, looking awfully hopeful. He’s sure you’re making your eyes like that on purpose, all shiny and pretty, nothing short of captivating.

“After you’ve had some water,” he promises, practicing some restraint for both your sakes. He covers your hands with his and eases them off his hips. “Sit pretty, okay?” He leans over and cups your warm cheek briefly. “I’ll be back.”

You give him a sticky sweet smile as he leaves. He fills a glass for you with cold water and ice in the kitchen. When he returns you’re exactly how he left you, if not somehow prettier.

“Here, sweetheart,” he says, handing you your water. He keeps a hand under your glass while you drink, worried you’ll drop it, but you’re very careful and you finish half the glass in a few big gulps.

When you’re done smile at him, lips shiny with condensation. “Kiss now?” You ask adorably.

Anakin gives in. He can’t say no when you’re asking like that. He bends at the waist to kiss you, one hand under your chin, one making sure you don’t drop your drink. You respond with startling enthusiasm, pushing up into his kiss eagerly, your hands grabbing at his waist and pulling him between your legs. Anakin laughs like mad and draws back.

“Sweetheart,” he says, chiding. He holds one hand to your cheek to stop you from continuing your chase for his mouth. “Don’t.”

You frown around his palm. “Why not?”

“You’re really quite drunk, if you haven’t noticed,” he tells you, amused and lovesick at the same time. He drags a line down your jaw with his thumb. “Do you have a headache, honey?”

You shake your head viciously. Anakin thinks if you didn’t have a headache before he asked, you probably do now.

“No,” you say primly.

Anakin hums. You’ll have one in the morning, probably. Though he hopes if he can get enough water in you tonight it’ll hopefully make things better for you when you wake up tomorrow.

He tucks some of your hair behind your ear where it’s come loose. The smile you give him in return is blinding.

“Finish your water, sweet girl,” he says, fonder than fond. “Then I’ll help you get changed and we can go to bed, how does that sound?”

You make a pleased sound as you bring your glass to your mouth. Anakin can guess well enough what it means.

-

thank you for reading! please consider reblogging if you enjoyed 🤍

[solefae]

𝐊𝐊 𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐗 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. just kk being kk….

📝: todays my birthday!!! 💋🎀 so I thought giving you guys a treat! 🤍 (back in my active era 😭😝!)

── kk absolutely adores it when you play with her hair.

── Since you're a hairstylist, she lets you do things to her hair, like doing box braids and etc. If she's ever in the mood, she'll sit down for hours at a time and let you style her locs in any way you want.

── Sometimes when you're doing her hair, she'll take pics of you and put it on social media with a cute caption behind it.

• kk leans back in the chair she’s sitting in, a big smile on her face as she takes numerous pictures of you styling and retwisting her locs. You’re standing behind her, focused on the locs you’re doing, meanwhile she’s just smiling, taking pictures and videos, and just taking you in.

“You look so good doing that ma.”

She says as she keeps taking pictures, her phone is just pointed directly at you.

After you finish the final twist, she sits in the chair for a moment, thinking of a caption she can put on the photos and videos she took. Her fingers quickly started tapping on her screen to type out the caption, which came out to be:

“When bae knows what to do with them hands…🤍”

── She jokingly calls you a 'hair-head' whenever you start nerding out and telling her the difference between box braids and goddess braids and etc.

── While you work, a few of your male clients try to flirt and talk to you, but when kk sees all the men try and flirt with YOU, she gets hella pissed and is about to get up and start beating their ass, but she tries to remain calm whenever you're around.

── When you style her locs, she'll sometimes fall asleep because thats how good it feels. You get her to lay down with pillows around her, and you proceed to do her hair, and in the middle of you doing your thing, she's out like a light.

── In fact, a few times her teammates asked you to do their hair, so you did it.

── She loves it whenever you just randomly start playing with her locs while she's playing games, studying, or doing something.

── There have been numerous of times where you've seen her scrolling on Pinterest, looking at hair inspiration. "Hey mama, do you think I could pull this off?" She asks every single time.

── When you bring her your 'test dummies' (which is basically old wigs for wigs your making to improve your skills) she loves trying them on. She always asks for your opinion afterwards.

── she ALWAYS hypes you up when you do your own hair. For example, one time you posted a video of you in a new lacefront you did yourself on instagram, she was the first person to like, comment, repost & everything 😭😭

• “ouuu bae atee this hairstyle upppp😍😍!!” she commented

── Just like men, if any woman seems a little too interested in you while youre doing a service, shes gonna throw up an eyebrow and give the woman a little side eye.

── The few times she'll see you in wigs/lace front is sometimes when she comes over after a long day and she sees you with a long black wig on, and she'll jokingly tell you that you look like her mom 🤦🏽‍♀️😭

[sleepyhutcherson]

hello! may I please request something fluffy where the reader and Mike Schmidt have a talk about marriage and their future together? thanks so much for sharing your writings!

restless nights.

MIKE SCHMIDT X GN!READER

summary: mike can’t sleep even after a long late shift, which gives him a lot of time to think and realise how much he truly loves you and how he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

word count: 1.0k

tags: established relationship, fluff, talk of marriage, talk of having kids someday, mike struggling with sleep, no use of y/n, this takes place 6 years after the fnaf movie events.

author’s note: honestly, not a fan of marriage but i would immediately marry mike if he asked me to. would not even have to think it twice. thank you for your request anon! i really enjoyed writing this, hope you love it 🫶🫶 sorry for the rough writing, i had trouble writing this one im not gonna lie 😭 i think i restarted this one six times 😮‍💨 but thank you sofia ( @olliebjorkstrand ) for helping me come up with an idea TE AMOOO <3

Despite Mike’s recent late shifts, he can’t seem to fall asleep. He tried shifting around in bed, fluffing his pillow, and changing positions several times but nothing seemed to work. He’s given up, deciding to merely lay on his back and face the ceiling he once relied on many years ago when a poster was still taped on it. The memory forces him to shut his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh. His hand subconsciously makes its way to where you’re sleeping beside him, tangling his fingers through your soft hair bringing him the solace he craved this entire time. He envied how peacefully asleep you were, not having to shift around or beg to a God to help you rest at least a few hours like he had.

His fingers lace through your hair, gentle enough not to wake you, a small smile curling up on his chapped lips when he hears your soft snores. He couldn’t envy you for much longer, fully enamoured by your serene state. He turned his head to the side to look at you, though your back was turned to him he wouldn’t miss the chance to admire your bare back. His hand moved down from your head, his fingers dragging down to your back where he gently drew patterns simply to feel your delicate skin under his digits.

Honestly, this is better than sleep. He would take this over sleep anytime.

“You can’t sleep, can you?”

Mike retreats his hand, surprised by your sudden question. He thought you were sleeping. Were you awake this entire time? Maybe his touch had woken you.

“You’re awake?” He asks. You giggle at how groggy yet startled he sounds, turning around to face him now. He looked exhausted, to say the least. His eyes were slightly droopy with fatigue, eyebags prominent from countless restless nights.

“No.” You reply, both of you face-to-face now, smiling a little.

Mike’s hand cups your cheek, his calloused palm rough against your smooth, soft skin. He lightly strokes your cheek with his thumb, his eyes hazy as he stares at you with such fondness. You looked so perfect, you always did to him. He absolutely adored everything about you; the softness of your hair, your delicate skin and the way it flushed whenever he touched you, like now. He chuckles at the pink that tints your cheeks, such a pretty shade on such precious skin.

“What?” You ask with a nervous giggle. Something about having Mike look at you like this always made you feel a little nervous, even after all this time.

Mike shakes his head a little, continuing to gaze at you with glistening eyes. “Nothing,” he says at first, wanting to continue to admire you like this. God, he loved you. It was such a heavy feeling, but he didn’t mind how heavy it was, he would carry it if it meant he had the privilege of loving you.

A thought occurs to him, one that isn’t at all unfamiliar. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, that was always clear to him: he also wondered how marrying you would be like. He thought about it before, a few years into your relationship—about marrying you—and even wondered if you would want to marry him. You both barely mentioned marriage though. It was never a conversation you two had seriously but right now he thinks maybe it should be something you two should talk about.

How should he bring it up though, right?

He feels quite nervous and even a little shy about talking about this. What if you weren’t on the same page? God, that would be embarrassing. Maybe he shouldn’t even ask at all—save him from the embarrassment.

Fuck but he really wanted to know.

“I want to marry you.”

It comes out before he can even stop himself from saying it. He watches your expression, the way your eyes go wide and honestly he’s not sure if your reaction is a good one or a bad one.

“Wha—what?” You ask, caught off guard by his words and the sincerity behind them. You had never given it much thought before—marrying Mike, that is. Not because you didn’t want to but because neither of you ever brought it up, not seriously at least.

Not until now. Because Mike’s expression and words were genuine, no joke behind them.

“Yeah, what do you think?” He asks with a hint of anxiety to his voice. He was nervous, you could tell by the way he kept blinking his eyes.

It isn’t something you have to really think about. You and Mike have been together for six years, he was the only person who you could really picture yourself marrying.

A small smile creeps on your lips and Mike feels a hint of relief at the sight. You reach out to move a few curls away from Mike’s face giving you an excuse to touch him. He relaxes under your ethereal touch, practically melting under you.

“I would love to marry you, Mike.” You whisper to him. You love the way his eyes light up, the corners of his eyes crinkling up when he smiles.

It doesn’t take long before Mike pushes himself up so he can hover over you, his hands on either side of your head keeping him up before he leans down to kiss you. He pours his heart into the soft kiss, it’s not anything rough but instead something almost pure and tender. You kiss him back, inching slightly up to get more of him which causes him to chuckle softly. He pulls away from your lips then, only to pepper the rest of your face with innocent kisses.

He pauses briefly only to look at you—to really look at you. He loved you so much it almost kills him. He adored the way you looked at him with your pretty eyes, the smile on your lips, your fingers in his hair the way he loved it, how your eyelashes batted slightly. You were perfect for him.

He felt lucky being yours.

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[motleycrueobsessed]

Hihihi!! I adore your work SO MUCH after discovering your fics recently and Im not sure if your taking requests or not but I was wondering if you could do a story with like Dom!Nikki?? Like Nikki teasing reader and making you beg him for his cock, yet his leather gloves are on while he fingers you n stuff? I don know it just randomly popped into my head not a while back so I was wondering if you would write it :)!

HECEUWCWIWFWUWDW

i need to be put down

Hit me with a CAR 😭👊

TYSM FOR REQUESTING!!

(I have 15 requests at the moment and im trying to pick them off one by one)

((I have 6 drafts))

Warnings: nikki sixx being nikki sixx, smut, degrading, AFAB reader, uhhhh uhhh uhhh.. lmk if i missed anything :3

SMUT UNDER THE CUT, MDNI

Nikki had me sat on his lap after a show. He was all sweaty and the lace that kept his leather pants tied up were undone a bit, which drove me insane.

“C’mon baby. Beg for me.” He whispered into my ear, his warm breath making me shiver. His hand was underneath my panties, as he shoved one of his slim fingers inside of my cunt. His leather gloves were still on, and it felt oddly nice.

“Please fuck me, Nikki.” He slapped my thigh roughly. “Thats not my name right now, baby girl.” He kissed my neck. “Daddy.” I corrected myself, whining as his fingers began pumping into me.

“I’ll be a good girl, daddy. Please fuck me.” I moaned. “There you go. Thats a good slut.” He slid a second leather-clad finger into my pussy, making me mewl.

“Please, daddy.. i need you so bad.. mmm~” I said desperately. “Be patient, whore.” He said seductively in my ear. “Mmm, Daddy.. please..” He slapped my face with his free hand. “I said be patient, bitch.”

I moaned as i felt his leather glove hit my face, taking that as a sign i should shut up. I tried to grind against his fingers but that only made him stop. He pulled his fingers away from my cunt, making me moan at the loss of his fingers.

“You cant listen, can you?” He asked, but before i could answer at all he shoved his two fingers into my mouth, making me taste myself. I cleaned off his gloves, before he shoved me off of his lap, onto the ground.

He undid the rest of the lace that kept his pants up, and slid his leather pants off, and his hard cock sprung out. “Well, its not gonna suck itself, slut.” I was quick to my knees, giving his cock little kitten licks and licking the underside of his cock.

I took him into my mouth, and his hand buried itself into my hair, grasping it and guiding my head up and down on his cock.

“Oh, shit baby. You look so pretty with your mouth full.” He said, groaning a bit. “So, so perfect for me, baby girl.” He finished in my mouth, and i swallowed it all.

“Open your mouth.” He commanded. I opened my mouth and he spat in my mouth. “Swallow.”

I swallowed, and opened again so he could see i swallowed everything. “Good girl, honey. Come back up onto my lap, darling.” I climbed back up onto his lap, and he slid my panties off. He pushed his cock into my pussy, making me mewl.

I buried my head into his neck, moaning as he pounded into me. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back so i would look him in the eye.

“Look me in my eye while i fuck you, bitch.” He spat roughly. With a quiet whimper, i obeyed and looked him in the eye.

“D-daddy, im gonna cum!!” I moaned in a high-pitched voice. “Your not allowed to cum until i do baby.” I let out a whine.

“Quit your whining, slut.” He yanked my hair back again. My back arched, and i clenched around him. He groaned loudly and came inside of me. I looked at him , desperate for release.

“You can cum, darling. Cum for daddy.” He whispered seductively, and i released all over him.

He pulled me off of him, and tossed me to the side next to him on the couch, and he slipped off the couch. He got onto his knees and began to eat me out like a man eating his last meal. He shoved two fingers into me and sucked on my clit.

“You’re absolutely delicious.” He groaned into my cunt, and curled his fingers inside of me. I mewled, and i soon came all over his face, which he groaned at. He licked a stripe up my pussy, before pulling away, and looking up at my blissful, fucked out face.

He got up off his knees, and leaned up to kiss me sweetly. He helped me get dressed, and lazily laced his pants again.

He pulled me into his lap and kissed my neck, from my jaw, to the nape of my neck.

“You did so good baby. I love you so much.” He whispered in my ear sweetly, making me whine from how he went from calling me a slut to baby.

“I love you too, nikki..” i mewled out.

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this is so bad

DO YOU GUYS PREFER MY WRITING IN FIRST OR SECOND PERSON?? I CANT DECIDE 😭👊

[prismaticpichu]

🛼 🪐 🍬 🔪 🏜️🍦, please!

Wooooo! A whole vending machine of emojis! You got it, friendo! 💞

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🛼 ~ describe your latest wip with five emojis

🐶 🐈‍⬛ 🧑‍🍳 😭 🫂

🪐 ~ name three good things going on in your life right now

1. This community/you fantastic folks! <3

2. Finally got the guts to ask two of my teachers for college recs; they both said yes! <333

3. Going to visit my grandma, aunt, and cousin over the weekend!! 💕 (+ missing two days of class xD)

🍬 ~ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

Zack Fair looks so much better with adorable, flopping puppy bangs and I will not apologize shshshshhsjs (though I totally understand why people prefer his og/mature style)!

🔪 ~ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

“Google, what do books smell like?”

🏜️ ~ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Heck, I know it’s cliche, but the answer to that is any comment at all!! Knowing people read/took the time to share their thoughts on my work means more to me than I’ll ever be able to express!

Although I do love when folks also catch the little detials I love to lace into my fics as well! Gold stars for you!!!

🍦 ~ name three good things about a character you hate

“Hate” is a VERY strong word for my feeling towards canonical Angeal lmao, but ofc he has some silver lining!!

1. Name is extraordinarily funny for my phone to autocorrect

2. Had lots of fun with his boss fight in Modeoheim!

3. Fandom does an absolutely fantastic job giving this character love and life!!! Fandom Angeal for the win!! ✨

[ave09]

life day

han solo x reader

note; i don’t know what this even is, but this plot is my absolute favorite. i have two more han requests coming out soon and two more harrison (one a request, one not) but until then, i’ll be feeding you all other han content bc i have a lot of short ones written. also… if y’all have indy requests, send ‘em in, i wanna write for him but have no ideas 😭

han looks so fucking adorable in this gif i can’t-

“okay, now that everyone’s name is helmet, everyone will take turns taking a name.”

“i think we know how it works, luke.” you mumbled, glancing up at the blond, “remind me why we’re doing this?” 

“because it’s almost life day! it’s a fun tradition to take our mind off of the empire.” luke exclaimed. well, first off, the empire should be the main focus considering darth vader was  currently searching for the rebels. and second of all.. you realized that tatooine sure had some strange traditions.

“can we just take names now?” han asked, impatience lacing his tone. “have somewhere to be, solo?” leia questioned. “yeah, actually i do princess, my ships a wreck, i got better things to be doing-“

“guys! come on, this is important to me.” luke said. it wasn’t ideal, but, you’d indulge in this event for the sake of sweet luke skywalker’s happiness. 

“alright, i’m drawing.” you announced, reaching into the helmet, where only four small pieces of paper rested. luke had failed to rope anyone else into this, not even chewie. 

you took a paper, holding it tightly in your fist. “don’t look at it,” luke warned, “yeah yeah, i won’t.” you replied. 

you watched and waited as leia and luke took their names. and of course, han, being the most extra man ever, took about twenty years to reach into the helmet and take the paper.

“there’s only one left, just take it!”

luke set down the helmet, a bright smile on his face, “okay, now, without anyone looking, check who’s name you got.” carefully, you began to unfold the small slip of paper. beside you, han leaned over, trying to peek, you elbowed him lightly, “back off solo.” 

you opened the paper to see the name han solo written in luke’s cursive writing. you refrained from rolling your eyes. why couldn’t you have gotten leia? 

“ooo, you won’t believe who i got.” han said smugly, waggling his eyebrows suggestively at you before winking at leia. 

ah, of course. of course han would end up choosing leia. 

and yet you’d pulled his name. now you had to figure out what the hell you were gonna get him. 

“okay, great! now, life day is in a week, and my family would usually do it the night before, so we have six days to get the gifts ready, which by the way, don’t do anything too big, we don’t have that much options here in the base, oh! and remember: don’t tell anyone who you have.” 

the quartet then dispersed, going on their separate ways. you knew this was going to be a struggle. you were far closer with luke and leia then you were with han. 

you and han were friends… sort of. there was constant bickering, constant flirting, it was a lot to handle, but it all honesty, you didn’t know him that well to know what he’d like. which is why you decided that you needed to talk to chewie. 

you waited until later in the day, you’d seen han leave with leia, they were trying to be discreet but seemed more suspicious then anything. 

you were fairly certain their was some sort of relationship there, but was unable to find any confirmation. 

you approached the falcon where chewie was working. you were thankfully that you’d been studying wookie now that you didn’t have han to translate. 

“chewie! hey, can i talk to you!” you asked. the wookie glanced up from his work, nodding, beckoning you over. you met him on top of the falcon, taking a seat beside him. 

“so, i’m sure han’s told you all about this life day tradition that luke wanted to do.” chewie nodded. 

“right. so, i.. i got han,” you mumbled, “and i have absolutely no clue what to get him, considering you’re his best friend, i thought you could give me an idea.” 

chewie remained silent for a moment before giving you a toothy grin, growling softly.

“i’ve got a few ideas for you.”

— — —

“okay! i’m so excited for this, you guys, i don’t think you understand.” luke exclaimed. you were seated criss cross on the floor, han sprawled out beside you while luke and leia were seated on the couch. 

“we’re excited too.” leia said with a smile. you were somewhat excited as well, but mostly nervous. you were suddenly regretting what you’d gotten him. it was already difficult as it is considering you couldn’t really leave hoth so it was left to being creative to find a good gift, plus most of chewie’s ideas were horrid, so you were on your own.

but you felt as if it wasn’t enough now, and you were terrified that he’d absolutely hate it. 

“alright, who wants to start?” 

“why don’t you go, luke?” you suggest, knowing he was bursting at the seams to give his gift. the blonde smiled brightly, retrieving a  gift bag, passing it to the woman beside him. “happy life day, leia.” the brunette took the bag from him, pushing away the tissue paper before retrieving two books. 

“i remember you telling me how interested you were in the galaxy, all the stars and stuff, i found these old astronomy books in storage and thought you might like them.” 

you could tell he was nervous, but leia laughed, “i love these, luke. thank you.” she said, pulling him into a side hug, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, the young man flushing bright red. 

leia then retrieved a small neatly wrapped package, handing it to the blonde beside her. your stomach suddenly dropped upon realizing that it was you who han had picked.

you felt your stomach churn nervously, trying to focus on leia and not the man laying beside you.  

luke opened the wrapped package, blue eyes widening. “you didn’t!” 

you furrowed your brows, “what is it?”

“don’t be shy skywalker, show us what you got.” the excited blonde reached into the box to retrieve what looked like a plaque. you and han exchanged confused looks. 

“not to be that person.. but.. uh, what is it?” you asked. luke then turned it to face you and han. “it’s a plaque for my x-wing!” and so it was. displaying in a fancy sort of font was ‘general luke skywalker’

“y’know i was talking to leia a week or so ago about how i’d love some way to like personalize my x-wing, and now i have a fancy plaque!” 

you couldn’t lie, seeing luke this happy over a plaque warmed your heart. he turned to leia, “thank you, i really love it.”

seeing as you and han were the only two left, it was obvious that you’d picked on another. and while you wanted nothing more than to get this done and over with, han seemed to take this opportunity to go first. he reached into his pocket, retrieving a small black box. 

he passed it to you, and you took it carefully. “i couldn’t find any wrapping paper, but happy life day sweetheart.” he said to which you smiled. 

you pulled open the box, a gasp slipping past your lips at the contents inside. you were speechless. 

you could feel han’s eyes on you, you glanced up, meeting his gaze, “han..”

“what is it?” 

carefully, you lifted up the gift. in your hand was a silver chain, and hanging on that chain was a small ring. it was intricately designed, and it looked to you as though it was handcrafted. 

“i know you usually wear necklaces, but i didn’t remember until after the ring was made-“

“you made this?” the man nodded, “yeah, i had some scraps from the falcon, and i know you like the ship despite how much you pretend you don’t-“

“this is amazing, han.” you breathed, taken aback by the effort put into this gift. for once han seemed to be unable to come up with a snarky comeback, and he even-he even looked nervous. 

wait a second.. was he blushing? 

but now, you were nervous, passing him your gift, “now i feel like mine is kinda basic.” the man took it from you, rolling into his stomach, laying the gift before him. 

once again, being absolutely dramatic, the man took ages unwrapping the somewhat large gift. you held the necklace in your closed hand, still trying to understand how he could’ve given you such a gift. it meant so much. knowing all the effort he’d put into it, it made your heart flutter.

but now your heart pounded rapidly as he had finally unwrapped your gift. 

you watched his hazel eyes widen, and you feared the worst. 

“did you draw this?” 

slowly, you nodded. luke and leia leaned forward, both gasping at the sight. 

you didn’t know what to get the man. and chewie’s ideas were far too ridiculous. so, you’d resorted to what you were good at. 

drawing. 

you’d sketched a picture of the falcon, and standing in front of it was leia, luke, chewie, and the captain of ship himself. 

it had most definitely been your best work, and you’d framed it and everything. 

“i thought you could put it in the falcon or something…” 

“y’know, i just might. this is a really good drawing.” you smiled. he genuinely seemed happy about this, there was no false sense of joy. 

he really liked it.

luke clapped his hands together, “i’d like to say that this was a success! we should do it again next year.” 

“for once, i’m agreeing with you luke, this was kinda fun.” han agreed. “i can see this becoming a tradition.” leia added. all eyes then fell on you, and you couldn’t help but smile, “i suppose i’d been able to participate next year.” 

the smile on luke’s face said it all. “happy life day, everyone!” 

— — — —

you were in your quarters, seated on the couch, thinking about the events of the day. you were still in awe about han’s gift.

it was just so special.

and you had yet to put it on. you just couldn’t will yourself to do so. why? you didn’t know. 

you held it in your hands, your fingertips brushing over the ring. it was so perfectly designed, and you struggled trying to imagine han solo taking time out of his day to create such a unique piece of jewelry. 

a knock echoed throughout the room, catching you offguard. “come in!” you called, expecting it to be leia, but was surprised to see han enter the room. 

“hey,” you greeted. 

“hi.” he replied, hazel eyes darting to the necklace in your hands, furrowing his brows, “you haven’t put it on yet?”

you shook your head sheepishly. “you want me to help?” you hesitated a moment, before replying, “sure.” the man approached you, extending a hand towards you. carefully, you set the item into the palm of his hand. he then took a seat beside you, gesturing for you to turn your head.

you did so, han placed the necklace around your neck, his fingertips brushing against the nape of your neck as he clasped it. 

“there we go.” the chain now hung around your neck, and you could tell how proud he was. “thank you.” 

“my pleasure.” he replied, shifting slightly in his seat. “hey, can i ask you something?” the question was somewhat abrupt but you nodded nonetheless. 

“why weren’t you in that picture?” 

now that was unexpected. you averted eye contact, “well…” you paused, sighing, “you are far closer with those three then with me.” that was just the blatant truth. han furrowed his brows, “so that suddenly makes you not important?”

“han, i don’t understand-“

“y’know i care about you right? like a lot?” you were taken aback. “what?” you asked. “i care about you a lot.” he then rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “i know i suck at showing how i feel but…” 

“our banter, our flirting. i kinda love that. and i kinda love being around you.” 

a small smile spread across your lips as your fingertips brushed against the necklace around your neck. “funny, i kinda love being around you too.”

despite how you constantly played off being annoyed by him, you had never had as much fun as you did when he was around.

he scooted a little closer to you, retrieving something from his jacket pocket but you couldn’t make out what it was. he then lifted his arm, holding something above your head. 

you let out a laugh at the sight. “are you serious right now?” you asked to which he nodded, a mischievous grin on his lips, “you’re sitting under the mistletoe, sweetheart. don’t ya know what that means?” 

you nodded, “of course i know, han.” 

“well then, why don’t we-“

he was taken aback as you leaned in, pressing your lips gently to his. he froze up for a moment, before dropping the mistletoe, his large hands cupping your face as he deepened the kiss. 

it was a magical kiss. that was the only way you could describe it. 

you then pulled away, “happy life day, han.” 

he let out a soft chuckle, “best life day ever.” he replied before kissing you once again. 

it truly was the best life day yet. you’d spent the day with your closest friends, and an unexpected romance had bloomed, and it would continue to blossom for many years to come.

[slytherinshua]

AND last (maybe) but not least!!! 28 from fluff and 17 && 20 from action with enha’s jay <33 i was thinking like maybe domestic morning with 100% hubby material bf jay 😭😭 i love him sm i wanna kiss his goofy roblox dimples 😔

WARMTH

genre. fluff. just extreme amounts of it. warnings. kissing. jay is soooo husband. pairing. jay x fem!reader. wc. 543. request. yes. a/n. axe skdjfks HELP THAT PIC 😭 IM CRYING SKDFSDK 💀 ty for requesting, i hope you enjoy this absolute mountain of fluff it's absurd-

It was the coldest day of the year - that’s what the weather forecast told you anyway. And when you woke up from your blissful sleep, you immediately felt the chill in your entire body. You were practically shivering, even with the warm blankets that you were snuggled under.

You first looked outside the window, and just managed to conclude that it was snowing (which you expected). It was still dark out, and you were still tired, so you decided that going back to sleep was a far more appealing option than getting up.

You looked to your side where your boyfriend was still dozing peacefully, and rolled over to him. You wrapped your arms around Jay’s waist carefully, relishing the warmth his body brought to you.

You didn’t care if you woke him up, and he wouldn’t care either, so you didn’t hold back in hugging him tightly. You heard a sigh from him as he started to stir, his hands wandering down to yours and lacing his fingers with yours. He shifted slightly, and turned over so he was facing you, his eyelashes fluttering open.

“Good morning…” He whispered, eyes searching your face as all kinds of warm and comfortable feelings of love filled his entire body. He still couldn’t believe that you were his girlfriend. How freaking lucky had he gotten?

His hands clasped onto yours a bit tighter, his thumbs softly rubbing circles over your knuckles, and you savoured the small touch. A small smile took over his features, like he was thinking of something happy, and it caught your curiosity.

“What are you thinking?” You asked softly, shifting a bit closer to his face.

“Hmm… Guess what?” His smile grew a bit more, the small dimple on the side of his face showing itself for the first time in a while.

“What?”

“I love you.”

You smiled - the same smile that Jay adored, the same smile that made him fall in love with you. “I love you too.” Promptly after you said that, you shivered again.

“Cold?” Jay asked, looking at you with a mixture of fondness and concern. You just nodded fervently, wrapping the blankets around you tighter. Jay laughed, muttering something about you being cute. He scooted over, closing the small space that was between you two so he could wrap his arms around your shivering figure to give you some of his body warmth.

“You should go back to sleep, babe. It’s way too early…” He mumbled, pressing soft kisses on your head.

“You’re probably tired too.” You hugged him a bit tighter, relaxing now that you were warm. He hummed in response, smiling as his kisses started to slowly trail down your face. You stopped him once he reached your temple, cupping his cheeks with your hands, and he smiled widely, staring down at you with loving eyes.

You giggled, “Your dimple…” You leaned in and kissed it softly, giving Jay the warmest feelings of your love for him.

“I love you so much.” He said again, not giving you time to say it back before he kissed you on the lips. He rested his head on your chest, letting you run your hands through his hair until you both drifted off to sleep again.

↳ enha taglist: @kangtaehyunzzz,, @yeonjuns-bluehair,, @syrxiee2,, @ddenoudepression

[thekrows-nest]

normally i dont have my OCs be yanderes when I set them up with someone else's yan OC but i like the idea of a yandere primmy with krow <3<3<3 some more naughty stuff will come eventually

General Things:

Prim 100% has her hands on Krow all the time she's so insatiable 😭 (Ofc she stops whenever Krow asks- consent is sexy :lipbite:) I know she'd love to press long and drawn out smooches on Krow's lips only to nip his lip as she pulls away. Prim adores holding his hand all the time or wrapping her arms around his neck from behind. She peppers kisses all over krow's hands calling them pretty and gushes about how talented they are as an artist. Constantly compliments him on anything and everything. Prim would frame anything that Krow gifts her 🥰 She'd put little braids in his hair, transferring some of her hair clips onto him.

Prim's huge on gift-giving. I haven't specified it too much i think??- but Primmy’s not the type to just buy expensive gifts because they're expensive. (She haaates most of the popular luxury brands) She honestly puts the effort to buy gifts that are meaningful to her darling. I'd say Prim would avidly watch Krow paint/sculpt and take note of any paint/material he runs low on. As much as she would love for krow to let her spoil them with her money she understands that it can be overwhelming so she tries to be careful about it. She buys him groceries often because he probably cooks all the time for her since she cant cook for shit 😭

Yanyan things:

I don't think there's very many things that Krow would do to make her act rashly 🤔 I think they pair so well that its just unlikely jdhdbdbd

But i still wanna talk about kidnapping so lets pretend Primmy lost a few (more) screws

Krow would wake up in a plush bed, leg chained to the wall, enough slack to move around the room. Prim sits at the foot of the bed, perking up as she spots him awake. "Birdie! Good morning, love." She coos, leaping over and tightly hugging him. A sweet strawberry scent fills his senses. She tightly grips his face, looking at him with absolute adoration. "I know this seems a little scary but it's for the best. I can't have you getting away from me." She nuzzles him close, sharp nail nicking his cheek as she moves. She presses a kiss over the cut and licks the small bead of blood. Krow lifts a hand to feel his neck, a collar customized to suit him sit snugly on him. "Oh I'm so happy I have you here with me, birdie. We'll be together forever and ever." She lets out an airy giggle, lacing their fingers together.

Okay NOW I think I have the spoons to actually respond to this ndfgbld

Krow is totally fine with all the physical affection Prim wants to give him (the only time he'd really ask her to stop is when he is trying to work on some art, ESPECIALLY if it's something where he could accidentally nick her like if he was carving something). He'd definitely get a bit bashful over the compliments, but accept them in good stride. What affection she gives him, he returns in equal doses. Krow is like a mirror, reflecting the love and attention his Dove gives him in turn.

Small, meaningful gifts Krow can and does appreciate. Like I mentioned before, the more expensive and/or grand the thing, the more awkward he gets over it. Even if he KNOWS it is within Dove's price range, what makes him feel weird about it is that he cannot do the same in turn. Like, he can also gift small, cute stuff. But something impressive with a hefty price tag? Not at all. And he'll cook all the time for Prim. He enjoys it and food is something that makes him very happy. I hope Prim delights in different foods and cuisines like he does. You'll never get bored with Krow's cooking.

As for the yandere side of things hoo boy.

Like you said (and I think I did too), I highly doubt there's anything either one would do to make the other spiral into more crazy yandere acts. Prim I am sure wouldn't do anything to ignite Krow's jealousy (not to dangerous levels anyway) and I don't think Krow would do anything in turn.

But again, for the sake of the plot bunny, let's say he did.

Admittedly Krow is... torn?

On one hand, he is flattered that Prim loves him SO MUCH that she wishes to keep him forever and ever. He feels much the same! He'd love to stay forever! But also like... "Heheh, D-Dove, m-my Muse, y-you didn't have to g-go through s-such efforts. Y-you could have simply a-asked me to m-move in." And he was... never gonna get away from you?

And yet. And yet he thinks of his coworkers. Especially Luke and Jazzy. He loves the both of them too. He wants them in his life somehow. It is not like they replace Prim or are more important. Prim AND Luke with Jazzy are equally important! Krow knows he'll have to proceed with caution to convince Prim that he WILL be with them, forever and he isn't leaving them or anything. But he has some devotion to Luke and Jazzy too.

It's... a sticky situation for sure.

[restlesscrybaby]

Hi hi! I absolutely love your writing! If you have time, could you possibly do some jack x gothic! reader head canons? Just someone who's overall a little morbid, loves going on graveyard dates, etc.? I'm goth myself and wish I saw more goth! s/o's x jack stuff 😭

OHHHS I WOULD LOVE TOOOO

( random fact my boyfriend is goth so I shall do a tinsey tiny bit good on this )

ALSO TYSM !!!!

~ JACK HORNER X GOTH!READER ~

~ CONTENT WARNING: ~

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What a surprise. It wasn't too crazy, a goth lover. But, to people who knew Jack, it was insane.

Oh, your dates are rather.. special. He never understood why you loved it all so much, but he never minded.

The first time you guys went on a date as a couple, you took him to the graveyard for a date. Of course, one that you knew you respected and knew the ghosts respected you.

You forced him to stay respectful. Knowing he wouldn't he'd probably get haunted.

Ohh and you just loved to sit under that oak tree with him, while the wind whistled through your ears, your hair fluttered and rustled upon the cold wind.

You always seemed to love the things deemed morbid.

He never understood, but to each their own.

He loved you no matter what.

Ohh, you adored the horror movies too.

You always took him to go see one you adored, he never got frightened. And never did you. He would always glance over to watch you focus so hard upon the screen.

Oh, your wardrobe was.. Strange. Well, to others.

Those dark chains that hugged your neck and waist, those weird little chokers that you sometime adorned upon your neck, the bust of the neckline hiding your chest, but connected to sleeves, that slid down into a butterfly curve. You wore some kind of corset, whether it be tight to hold more curve to the body or to just add to an outfit. Some kind of big pants, that draped into a flared bottom, adorned with some kind of something. Whether it be chains, pins, or even just some paintings that rested against the leather top side side or even back side. Or, a skirt of some kind. An asymmetrical skirt, that adorned two or more layers, with lace at the bottom. The skirt had some kind of special thing about it, whether it be a design or a badge or a tear or-- Yeah. Your pants or skirt loomed over the boots or some kind of shoes you wore, but you loved the boots you owned. That had large platforms, with a rigged outer sole upon the bottom that varied from short to long. Your eyelets adorned shoelaces, ones you liked to put in yourself, as they were different colors, the collar wrapping around your ankle or even your up to your knees, or even your thighs if you were lucky to find some like that nearby. All these different things you owned, it surprised him by all the outfits you wore.

Oh.

Don't get him started on the makeup.

The first time he saw you, he thought you were a vampire. Maybe that's a good thing.

( TRAD GOTH!! ) Your eyeliner bellowed into either a drama or a luxe shape, little spikes that looked like they were pinched and pulled down below your eyes. The eyeliner pulled away from your caruncle towards the bridge of your nose. Your lips coated with black lipstick. Your eyelid coated in some kind of eyeshadow, silver or red, whatever you felt like. Your nose contoured, but not outlined. Some eyeshadow that was upon the outside of your eyelid, forming along the curve your nose made. But it faded up into your eyebrows. Your entire face coated in white foundation, allowing yourself to look just how you wished too.

( NON-TRAD GOTH ). It was practically the same, but it wasn't as intense, less on so much of the foundation, less of the bold eyeliner, had it all.

He never understood.

But, he loved hearing you talk.

Hell, he had no idea what a 'Morticia Addams' or a 'Addams Family' or even what an 'Elvira' was. Until you showed him.

When you first started working there, many people reported you as some kind of vampire. But, you weren't.

Of course. He had to get a look, his long stride out his office, a smug smile upon his face. What if they were a vampire? I'm sure they're blood goes for a lot.

...

But, upon seeing you. He was much more than sure. He approached you, his heavy footsteps letting you know his presence as you glanced and looked up at his menacing presence.

You smiled, asking him how he was doing.

...

That wasn't no vampire. He simply waved you off, now an annoyed look upon his face as he walked off. What was that about?

...

Good times. Atleast you think.

It'd make it cooler if you WERE a vampire.

When he does treat you upon dates, he tries to understand what you like. He does rather well, but he typically takes you shopping so you can buy even more clothes than you already had.

Oh. he hated the nasty looks people gave you.

Some women gawked and gandered. The ladies kept glancing upon eachother, slight giggles escaping from their lips, only to hear hushed whispers to eachother. Only making the others laugh even more. They stared at you, like you were some foreign object that just crash-landed on Earth.

Of course, you cared. But, you truly didn't. Hey, you made an impact upon people, but it was sad how they looked upon you, but who cared. You were you, that's what mattered.

But, Jack didn't think like that.

His sapphire eyes caught glimpse of the girls, his brows furrowing as he squinted. He followed their gaze to the one he called his love. Wait a damn minute...

Were they laughing at you?

They must've been! They kept looking towards you and giggling. Whispering something towards the other. Only making them laugh more and more.

Oh hell no.

His fists clenched, his knuckles turning white upon the force he did it. He told you to wait a moment as he took large strides towards them, practically stomping like a giant. His face was flushing red. Anger boiled like water inside him. He wasn't thinking clearly, like water once it boils, anger is the same. His chest puffed out, his head hung high to show importance without knowing he even did it.

The females watched him approach, 'innocent' head tilts or terrified frowns formed upon their faces. They looked towards eachother, as you watched.

What was he doing?

"What's so funny? Hm? What's so funny about MY LOVER?"

His words shot like a bullet, that struck through their hearts and induced fear into the very beings of their soul.

They apologized, as he pointed a finger at them, shutting them up with a harsh 'quiet'.

"Don't you ever," He began, his brows downturning to show anger, aside from the red face and the bloodshot eyes, "And I mean EVER. Insult them again."

The girls tried to defend themselves, trying to say they weren't making fun of you, but he knew better than that. He beared two rows of uneven, crooked teeth, as he took a step closer. His back bending just slightly to loom over them, to intimidate them . He was reaching into his inner coat pocket.

Oh sh--

You quickly bounced towards the situation, taking two hands to place them upon his forearm. His head turned towards you, blinking at you in confusion.

"Let's not do this, Jack, okay..?" You assured, as he raised his brows, his body turning towards you. He was confused, probably angry you dare try to stop him.

"Wha!? Why not, they can't pick on you," He growled, a brow raising, "This is for your safety." He reached into his inner coat pocket once more, but you had quickly peered around.

Aha!

"Oh, Jack!" You chimed, as you pointed to a random store. "Let's go there!"

Of course, he listened, but he hissed one last threat to the girls. Good god.

He likes treating you to things.

He tried to understand the best he could,

Giving you gifts of bones, new jewelry, new clothes, even taxidermy if he found just ones good enough.

You honestly made him like the more morbid side of things.

Of course, you wish people understood you more,

But he tried too.

He understood you the best he could, he loved you, even if others found you strange or weird. Nothing would change his love for you.

No matter how many people laugh at you, they'll always regret it.

You were special to him, that's what mattered.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

GAHHH SURRY IF IT NOTS TOO GOOD!!

I made this during my 1st period and eepies :O33!!

Enjoy!!

[jakowskis]

Loved ‘an ugly picture, you & me’ so so much. Srsly I read it like 10 times and still won’t get tired of it. It’s such a great piece of writing. Now my question: Do you already if ur gonna post more Torchwood fanfic?? (no pressure obv, writing is so so hard and I admire everyone who actually manages to finish their stories).

oh my goodness thank you so much 🥺 that means the world to me im so glad you liked it so much

man ok so. heres the thing. djkfds aaa idek how to talk abt this it makes me feel stupid fdshkfj. basically i have dx'd ocd and it affects my writing process a Lot. im exceptionally critical n perfectionistic when it comes to my writing, and when my ocd's at its worse, i can reread things literally hundreds of times. this makes my editing process a fucking nightmare. an ugly picture was... a Journey, i wrote the bulk of it in like a month or two bc i was Inspired, and that period of inspiration just flowing was super nice - but then i spent literally half a year obsessing over editing and figuring out a few sections i couldnt get to work and it was. rlly rlly unhealthy and messy. like that was a stereotypical Mentally Ill Artist™ moment for me 😭 i was unmedicated during that process and honestly im still impressed with myself for managing to finish and post it anyway.

and after posting it... this might not make sense unless u have ocd but that fic is, like, tainted in my head, and im not allowed to touch it as a result. which is RLLY fucking annoying and sad bc i wrote it for Me and it was a labor of love yanno, and i am proud of it, like during writing i was like 'man this is one of the best things ive written, im genuinely proud of this' and ive gotten some absolutely wonderful reception - but i cant exactly place why, idk if it was the torment of the editing process or a fear of experiencing that specific brand of anxiety again (if i reread it and run into errors it might kill me 😭)... either way at this point in time im legitimately unable to revisit that fic. and its been like this since i posted it, so... for nearly five months ;-; and im kind of having a similar experience with torchwood as a whole tbh. like my whole fandom experience + relationship with this fixation has been bastardized to all hell bc of ocd issues. it all feels very... dirty right now.

which fucking sucks, cuz torchwood's one of my fav fixations ive ever had, it became so important to me so fast and it's probably hit special interest territory at this point - but it sucks what a thin line it is between obsessing over a hyperfixation, and compulsively engaging with something. it sucks when the serotonin u get from smth also gets laced with pervasive anxiety. my recent main issue with ocd has been avoidance - i went from obsessively going thru torchwood clips to being unable to watch it at all bc the very thought of doing so makes me so anxious.

(so, tldr? my mental illness garbage is interfering w my interests and my ability to engage with fandom, to my chagrin, and that's why i haven't posted anything else.)

that being said: between april 2023 and now i have written 180k words of torchwood fanfic. im endlessly fascinated and inspired by these characters, particularly by owen who has lowkey proven to be my muse lol. (he sits in my mind palace on top of a, like, literal fancy ass corinthian pedestal and his one job is to sit still n look pretty and sad but instead he snarks down at me every time i walk passed and in return i squirt a water gun at him and occasionally throw tomatoes at him. it's a very mutually loving relationship.) and 180k words in, and literally hundreds of hours spent thinking about and talking about tw/owen, and im still fascinated by it/him, there are still soooo many things i wanna explore through writing with these characters that i adore so much. 57k of the 180k words is part of what will eventually be a sequel series to an ugly picture (which is meant to be a stand-alone, for the record, but towards the end of the writing process i went "Hm. Actually I Have More Ideas", and it became a whole 'verse heh). problem is i dont rmr the fic enough to continue the first sequel and currently i cant revisit it and take notes 🤡 so that project's on hold. as for the other stuff, it's a good mix of misc one-shots and full-on projects, and several things are pretty much done and could, if i were anyone else, easily be polished and posted.

but, as ive made clear, unfortunately writing (well, revising + editing) is an absolute nightmare for me. now, im recently back on medication after nearly two years of rawdogging it, and ive been having issues with that fff (namely constant pervasive exhaustion) - but im working to figure out a happy medium, so im HOPING, hell, praying, that once i level out ill be able to open my docs and sit down and finish things without it being a goddamn ordeal. editing's not rlly fun for anyone, but it fucking sucks when your absolute favorite hobby + mode of expression gets terrorized by a wiggity wack disorder.

first order of business, once im able, is a 15k owen/andy fic that's literally 90% done. i wanted to post it in june, for pride month, and then my brain decided to convince me i wasnt being coherent in the slightest and i was like, nah, i cannot make myself soldier through the editing project this time, i dont want this to get ruined the same way. but hopefully soon i can drop that and it will be epic and such 😎

so in summation uh (sorry im a known babbler fdshk but this is what happens when u send an ask to someone who wrote a 30k fic where literally nothing happens KJFSD. also sorry for literally trauma dumping unprompted 😭 i did the white woman in the kmart thing) ive written a ton of torchwood fic and i 100% intend to write a ton more but mental illness garbage is trying to sabotage shit so basically im taking a break from trying to post any of it until my brain lets me enjoy my damn interest in relative peace 👍but i definitely have a lot more fic on the way. just might take a while for it to see the light of day. hopefully not that long

anyway thank you again so so so much for liking the fic enough to read it multiple times that means so much to meee. i hope to have more for u soon :))

[thatpunkmaximoff]

[Book 1 of 4]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 4 out of 5

I knew this book was going to be good when Alex admitted being into BDSM lmao.

But for real, the only thing I expected when picking up this book was some relationship drama. I got that, plus some family drama that left my jaw hanging open (looking at you, Mr. Chen). I had an inkling about Alex's family drama, and I hated being proven right. It sucked and I'm glad everyone in the wrong got what they deserved.

As for the main couple, wow. My heart was absolutely broken. I loved seeing them get together, but when reality set in and some things were said.. I cried. Poor Ava.

They do get their happily ever after, but I have a feeling the drama is nowhere near over. On to book 2!

Now enjoy my ramblings..

* Jesus. Her shirt was see through and Alex didn’t even tell her until she had to get off somewhere.

* “You’re not my type, even if you weren’t Josh’s sister.” — Ouch.

* Well.. Alex is into BDSM 😏

* So Josh is entrusting his sister’s well-being to Alex because he knows his friend will never fuck her? This is going to go swimmingly, isn’t it? 😂

* She compared him to Voldemort. Oh no lmao.

* Woo. Alex is pissed! He did not like finding Ava in a black skimpy lace getup with another dude in the room 😏

* Damn. He really threatened her friend like that, huh. Harsh.

* Operation Emotion is not going to end well 😬

* “Don’t play with me unless you want to get hurt.” — SIR! You cannot say that after we all know what you’re into behind closed doors.

* Lmfao 🤣 Ava’s mind being in the gutter when Alex had her innocently straddling one of this thighs..

* Shared bed trope.. 😏 Alex finding out Ava has night terrors.. 🥺

* Nooooo lmfao. She woke up with her hand on his dick. I can’t 🤣🤣🤣

* This fucking parrot lol

* Alex beating the shit out of Liam.. yes 🙌🏻

* Wtf.. her mom pushed her into the lake as a kid?

* And now I’m crying as she unloads her past to Alex and how she feels about it all 😭

* Madeline, you jealous twat!

* Oh shit. They kissed. And he rejected her. Harshly. Fuckkkk.

* Wow. A celibate Alex is a dick 😂 At least he’s happy now after seeing Ava and scaring the shit out of her boss.

* The swimming lesson turned naughty. I knew this was going to happen 😏

* Jesus Christ. That sex marathon.. 🥵

* I’m a fan of his possessiveness and him railing her while taking an important call 😂

* Jesus. In the student health center? Alex is a horndog lmao.

* Wait.. wtf? Her dad!? Her dad was the one who tried to kill her!!!

* This dude is a fucking asshole!

* Josh is back! And he decked his father in the face 😂 Now to get on to him finding out his best friend is banging his sister 👀

* Why do I get the feeling her telling him she loves him is going to cause a strain? 🥺

* Why don’t I trust Alex’s uncle? He knows Ava’s name. He knows she’s distracting Alex. Is he going to do something?

* Wtf did his uncle do?! Did he have something to do with the murder of his family?! Fuck this dude.

* Late to dinner and jealous. And lying about the phone. Smh, Alex. I was rooting for you.

* Oh fuck. He was only in with the Chen’s because he was plotting their downfall? Noooooo. Ava is gonna be so heartbroken.

* And I called it! I knew the uncle was sketchy as shit. Fuck that dude.

* He had the girls kidnapped?! What a fucking asshole. But wait, isn’t Bridget the princess? Where the fuck is her bodyguard?

* Fuckkkkk. And now my heart is broken for Ava. Everything Alex had to say.. ugh 😩

* ..and now I’m crying. I hate it here.

* Two months later.. I never trust these time skips anymore.

* God I love Bridget lol

* “Your enemies are my enemies, your friends are my friends, and if you wanted, I would burn down the world for you.” - Aww. He’s an adorable psycho 🥰

* So you tell me he resigned as CEO and then hit me with that “one year later” bs. Fuck.

* He sang! Oh my god 😩

* They’re together! Fucking finally.

* Blackmail on a future Queen? For fuck’s sake, Alex 😂

* I’ll never look at an apple orchard the same way ever again 👀

[macabrecake]

hey bby cake - back again cause the damnation smut was just (chef's kiss), could I have some re6 leon smut? go nuts with how it goes, ty in advance <3

Lmao glad you liked it! And FUCK YES re6 Leon my beloved let's fucking goooo!!! 😭💕

Warning again: minors back the fuck off and go touch grass.

You should've known sooner that you were in for it the moment you slightly jumped when Leon snuck up behind you to wrap his strong arms around your waist and lay his chin on your shoulder while you were in the middle of making breakfast.

"Morning." He whispers, voice deep and rough from still being heavily laced with sleep. And you know damn well God would strike you down for lying if you said it didn't make you tingle in all the right places.

Maybe that's why it was so damn hard to not instantly melt when his lips went on a mission to kiss those dark love marks he painted onto your skin last night the moment he got home from China. Of course he's proud of them, loves how they stand out.

Showing that he's the only one who can touch you just right to get you crying and screaming his name. You try and stay composed however, softly giggling at his stubble and the fringes of his golden blonde hair rubbing against your neck which is contagious enough to have him quietly chuckling as well, "Good morning, handsome. Got coffee for you."

You feel him move his head away slightly to perk up and accept the mug you handed him, taking a small sip and setting the coffee on the counter next to the stove with a low hum into the crook of your neck. Obviously on purpose, given his little smirk when those sterling blue eyes catch the nice hue of pink dusting your cheeks. Yet you still somehow keep your resolve, "How many pancakes you want?"

Leon stays quiet for a second, why have pancakes when he could be eating you instead? He doesn't give that thought a voice however, instead he decides to humor you and answers, "Four."

Your eyebrows raise with a little grin, "Hungry aren't you?"

Oh.

You fool.

If only you realized the gate that simple question opened for him. "Maybe..." He trails off, tone dropping an octave as he doesn't waste a second to seize his chance. Your whole body shudders with a soft gasp falling from your lips, when his thick but nimble fingers managed to glide down your side, move his your shirt up and slip past your panties to gently rub your little pearl. A deep chuckle rumbling in his chest that was pressed to your back and against your ear as he resumes kissing your neck again. Well played. Credit where it's due of course, cause goddamn he's good.

You're still sore from how many times he made you cum last night, but maybe that's what made his touches now feel so fucking good as you moan, slightly falling against him more thanks to your shaky legs. Leon holds you with ease, and a triumphant smile, as he skillfully moves the skillet of pancakes off the burner and turns the stove off so the house doesn't burn down.

You should've known you were in for it. Now here you were- a complete whimpering, moaning mess bent over and pinned down to the bar in the middle of the kitchen with Leon towering over you from behind, practically enveloping your smaller frame. Mercilessly ramming his massive cock into your drenched cunt, while his other hand reached around you to roughly massage your clit like no tomorrow.

Tears were running down your cheeks, mimicking your essence that was currently rolling down your quivering thighs, as you mewl again. "Ah- fuck~! Leon~!" He absolutely adores how you cry out his name like this. It has him biting harder onto your poor neck with a growl, his one hand clenching tighter onto your dainty wrists he had trapped above your head, as he pulls his dick almost completely out then slams back in deep. Groaning at how your walls flutter and squeeze him so deliciously tight. A choked up moan dies on your tongue at the sudden move, feeling like he'll split you in half at this rate.

"So good. Fuck..." His voice rumbles into your flesh as he pants, "You feel so good, sweetheart." Your face immediately takes refuge in your arm to muffle a whimper, because praise has always been your weakness. Leon knows it too, reason he loves doing it so much. However he can't exactly enjoy it if you're hiding your face from him. His other hand, that was expertly working your bundle of nerves, moves away to glide up and wrap around your neck, tilting your head upward so he could hear those heavenly sounds again.

The way he lightly squeezes your throat makes you let out a shallow gasp, before your moans and whines fill the open air again. Leon's grin widens as he sweetly kisses your cheek. "Good girl." He whispers, "That's it, sunshine. Let me hear you."

The soft praise and petnames mixing with his dick hitting that spot inside you just right has you tumbling over that blissful edge without any warning. Your walls tighten around him as your clit throbs, gushing around his cock and onto the floor as you cry out his name. Leon grunts at your squishy walls hugging him so tight, it has him picking up the pace to chase his own release.

His hips suddenly stutter on his fourth thrust as he buries his cock deep deep into your pussy with a sultry groan of your name, squeezing you closer to him as his release fills you up to the brim. A soft whine emits from you, feeling how warm his cum settles inside you.

His thrusts soon grow gentler, lazier, as he coaxes you and himself back down from cloud nine. Your soft pants soon break into a giggle when you feel another little kiss on your cheek. Leon then let's go of your wrists, and your neck, to move up and intertwine your fingers while he lightly rubs the back of your hands with his thumbs. "I think I like this new morning routine." He mumbles, making you laugh and move your head in order for your nose to lightly bump against his, making him snicker, and his pretty blue eyes light up more.

"Me too."

[secretjeon]

hey! hope you're having a great day. i saw that you're taking requests and have a very specific scenario that's been living on my mind rent free with tasm!peter. so basically he is into pottery, he likes to make mugs and cute shit for the gf and one day she asks him to teach her? cute, fluffy, wholesome, his hands on her hands shaping the clay kinda vibe, the lot (can add a bit -or a lot- of spice too iykwim). anyway, hope you like this and feel free to use it or ignore it! xo

Teach Me; Peter Parker

pairing: Andrew!Peter Parker x fem!reader

warnings: fluffff, cursing, a little smutty ;) thigh riding, nipple sucking, praise kink, handjob, cum eating, uses of the nicknames pretty girl, princess, ig it’s kinda messy because they were messing with clay(?) but its never directly stated

this was too fucking cute to not write ty for requesting this 😭 i feel like i accidentally made it more smutty than fluffy im so sorry (also lowkey stole that one scene from ghost) believe it or not, this is the first time i’ve written smut (or close to it) so i hope i did ok and i hope you like it! 😭

Your boyfriend had been into pottery for as long as you can remember. You couldn’t even count how many things you had around the house that had been handmade from Peter himself, mugs, bowls, vases, an adorable teapot that looked like an elephant that you had no idea how he made so perfect. Peter absolutely loved gifting you with items that he made, and you absolutely adored the gifts you got, knowing how proud he was of himself and how long he worked on it, and how they came out looking like absolute masterpieces.

You were currently over at his place, staying for a few nights, admiring him while he was making what he said was gonna be ‘matching mugs with each other’ as you both liked to have coffee or hot chocolate dates often. He was wearing an old band t-shirt he didn’t care about much and some loose pants while you were only wearing one of his shirts, having only panties underneath as you didn’t think any of your clothes were very comfy at the moment. It was quite a sight to look at, how focused he was on making it perfect, the way his fingers moved across the clay so carefully, you were ashamed (not really) that it was turning you on. You also thought it was an amazing art, wishing you could make pottery as beautiful as Peter did, which is when you got an idea.

“Pete,” He looked up at you while still moving his fingers around the clay. “Do you think you could maybe teach me how to make pottery?” He brightened up at the words he had heard, always secretly hoping you’d ask one day. “Of course Y/N, come here.” He gestured with his head downwards, implying for you to come sit on his lap. You got up and went to sit on him, careful for his clay covered hands not to touch your clothes, though you knew they would probably end up dirty anyways.

“Okay, so all you do is put your hands like this,” He put his chin on your shoulder and his hands over yours, carefully guiding them onto the messy blob that would eventually be a mug. “And just move them like this.” Putting his fingers between yours, moving them together and helping you shape the clay. It was more fun than you thought, but you figured a part of it was because you were doing it together. You enjoyed spending time with Pete, and this was definitely something the both of you were having fun with. You were doing pretty well so far, the mug shape coming together a little more, slowly but surely.

“You’re doing so good for me, pretty girl.” You felt yourself get hot, shifting around in his lap, slowly getting wet from his words and the way his fingers were moving with yours. “Well you’re definitely good with your fingers, Peter. This is way worse than how yours look.”

“Come on, you of all people should know I’m good with my fingers, Y/N.” He joked while your eyes widened, realizing what he meant. You pressed your thighs together, trying to cause some relief. He laced his fingers with yours, slowly taking them off of the badly unfinished mug and bringing them to your thighs, forcing them to open.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice how wet you were getting, sweetheart?” Fuck, you had forgotten about his spidey senses, and how he could definitely tell when you were aroused, recalling the moments he had known even when he was across the room from you. “Turn around,” he demanded. You shifted on his lap so you were facing him and straddling his thigh, while he was looking at you with darkened eyes, learning that he was now just as turned on as you were.

“Go on pretty girl, use my thigh to get you off.” He grabbed your waist, moving you forward to give you a start. You put your head on his shoulder, beginning to grind on his muscular thigh thanks to his spiderman activities. He started to bounce his leg a little, immediately making you moan from the stimulation. “Fuck Pete,” you whined, your pussy growing wetter by the second. You were glad he was wearing loose pants, teasing your fingers around the waistband before reaching in to take his hard cock out, spreading his precum around to get it slick before beginning to stroke it.

“Fuck princess, just like that,” He moaned. He took his hands off your waist to lift up your shirt, thanking the gods that you weren’t wearing a bra before leaning forward to take your right nipple into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around the hard pebble before sucking on it, before switching to the other one. You moaned loudly, beginning to ride his thigh faster and jerking his cock harder.

“I’m gonna cum Peter,” You breathed out, feeling the knot in your stomach get tighter. “Yeah, pretty girl?” He took his mouth off your tits to talk. “You gonna cum for me? Cum, then. Make a mess all over me. Fuck, baby.” He moaned out the end as you swirled your thumb around the tip of his cock, bringing him closer to release.

“Cum with me Peter, please, please, please,” you began begging as your thighs started to twitch, your eyes rolling back, cumming all over his thigh. “Fuckkk Y/N,” your reaction bringing him to his own orgasm, hot spurts of cum shooting all over your hand. You sighed as you calmed down from your orgasm, bringing your hand up to lick his cum off. “I love you so fucking much, Y/N.” He kissed you harshly before you got up, getting a little embarrassed at the extremely obvious wet spot you had left on his pants. “Don’t get embarrassed darling,” he noticed your face, “It’s fucking hot. You should go lay down, you’re probably tired.” You smiled at his words before changing your soaked underwear into a clean pair and washing your hands of the clay that still occupied them and went to lay down in his bed, though with as much as you go over, it might as well be your bed too.

He came back with different pants on and clean hands and went to lay behind you, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you closer. “I love you.” He mumbled into your neck. “I love you too, Peter.” You grabbed one of his hands that was wrapped around you and intertwined it with yours, closing your eyes and falling asleep with your lover by your side.

By the time you woke up, it was morning but Peter was nowhere to be found. You looked at the clock, seeing it was only 8 am when something caught your attention on the nightstand. It was the finished mugs from last night. Sitting side by side, both mugs sporting a sage green and brown with each mug having your names on it and little sunflowers scattered across. You smiled, absolutely loving everything about your life, knowing that with Peter, it would always be perfect.

was this bad? im so sorry i tried