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lazy sunday × ( tasm ! ) peter parker
— peter parker x reader
— summary : you and peter wake up from a nap
— A/N: missed writing:) this has been sitting in my drafts and i wrote this cause i'm stressed (regular sunday)
After a long, hard week of constant studying and always being out somewhere in a rush, the weekend finally arrived and you and your boyfriend could spend time together, peacefully in the comfort of each others arms.
There was no pressure as you both finished all your college classes and work and Peter came home after regular patrol over the city. Only gloomy weather outside, a candle and lamp burning on the coffee table and a book in your hands as you drape your legs over Peter's lap, head resting on his shoulder in the living room of his apartment, tangled together on his couch.
Previously, you started explaining him the plot of the interesting book you were currently reading because he knew you loved doing that, and he loved listening to you talk about whatever was on your mind. As you continued reading he tried doing the same but eventually dozed off with his hand over your shoulder, his head above yours. You were too preoccupied by the book to notice, but eventually the calm surroundings had your eyelids start feeling heavy and the words on the pages began merging together. Sleep slowly reached you aswell, as you gave in.
Peter's hair fell over your forehead, leaning into each other comfortably as you slept in peace.
It was already dark outside when you woke up from your nap, confused but still comfortable and half asleep. That was until you saw what time it was on the clock by the television, suddenly snapping back to reality.
Your head rose from Peter's chest abruptly, the movement pulling him to consciousness. His hand searched for you, turning to the side with closed eyes.
"Hmh?" He mumbled your name when he saw you sitting up, visibly dissapointed and stretching your arms.
"We were asleep for three hours" you yawn. "I could've got so much stuff done. Like read this" you pick up the book that fell forgotten during your slumber. "Now I won't have time."
Peter sat up too, smiling despite your complaints. He looked like he just had the best sleep of his life.
"Aww", he cooes, "don't be upset. It's Sunday. What else were we to do?" He kisses your hand, his lips soft on your skin.
You weren't pleased with his excuses. "Not helping", you whine, preparing to crawl out of the cushions and stand up but Peter disapproved. He mumbles something, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you back on the couch.
"No, not yet, learn to enjoy the moment", he lectures you. "You'll survive, believe me, for Christ sake."
This makes a laugh slip out of you suddenly, although still annoyed. Now that you thought about it, it actually wasn't so bad at all.
Your hand finds its path to his cheek, leaning down to kiss his nose before placing your head on his chest. He looked stunning, messy brown hair and big dark eyes. It was a weakness of yours.
"Sundays are actually stressful", you state with a sigh, burying your face into his sweatshirt.
"I don't think they're so bad." His fingers run through your silky hair.
"Yeah, 'cause you're a lazy ass."
He pretends to be offended by that comment, frowning and dropping his jaw. "That's mean."
"I mean, all you wanna do is snore and sleep all day, dragging me with you and passing your laziness on me", you roll yours eyes jokingly, hugging his waist.
"Guilty as charged, can you blame me?" He looks down on you and as you look up at him with a smile, he swore his heart stopped beating for a moment. You appeared as a godess before his eyes.
"And also", he shakes his head slightly, "since when do I snore ?"
You giggle, putting your hands over your face, causing his cheeks to go burgundy red. He just wanted to kiss you right now and never stop.
"Maybe you got too comfortable, I don't know." You were amused by his slight embarrassment, feeling strong fondness for him in that moment.
"You're mean, I'm not napping with you anymore", he looks away from you, trying to appear nonchalant but still joking around.
"Yes, do me that favor."
That sentence felt like a slap as he glared at you, knowing he should step up his game now, not let you win.
But you seemed to be having a lot of fun now, all the worry from earlier brushed off, laughing and enjoying yourself. After all, that was all he cared about. Just you being happy as you deserve.
"If that's what you really want, I'll manage somehow", he shrugs giving you the fake-sad doe-eyed look. That actually did the trick, unintentionally.
"No, I would never", you let go, taking his hand in yours as you sat up a little. You fiddle with his slender, pale fingers. "I had a good rest."
Peter was satisfied, admiring you under the weak lamp light. "Me too", he confirms, a wide grin on his face, stroking your hair. "And I just guilt-tripped you."
You scoff, lightly punching his shoulder as he laughs. You take a second to observe him. A strange feeling of gratitude flooded over you, feeling lucky to have him as your boyfriend.
You shake your head. "I don't care" You place your hands on each side of his face, bringing your lips to his, capturing them in a loving kiss.
Peter melted instantly, putty in your hands. He let's out a small sound against your mouth. A few moments after, you pull away to catch your breath.
His lips stretch into a smug smile. "I love Sundays."
#tasm peter parker#peter parker x reader#tasm peter x reader#marvel x reader#tasm peter imagines#peter parker imagine#tasm peter x you#peter parker fic#peter parker fluff
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thank youuuu that's very sweet of you🫶🫶🫶 you're one of my favorites as well so this means so much to me 🥲💞💞
do you have any favorite writers? I don’t see many reblogs of other writers on your blog 😿
off the top of my head, these are my fav writing-mutuals in no particular order~
@delic7te
@frankenkyle19
@eventually27
@taintandviolent
@yes-divine-ruler
what usually happens is, as of late anyway, i'm not constantly on here as much so i'll just have a random evan / AHS thought, throw it up on my blog real quick, get distracted by an attractive gifset of Evan, and get back off after reblogging that. so you're right, i don't reblog other writers enough and that's something i gotta fix!!!
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➛ Kaz Brekker
— sweet dreams
— more than enough
➛ Inej Ghafa
— promise
➛ Tate Langdon
— rockstar
— drabble ( 18+ )
➛ Kit Walker
— innocent
➛ Kyle Spencer
— thunderstorm
#evan peters x reader#ahs imagines#kaz brekker#six of crows#american horror story#evan peters imagine#evan peters smut#grishaverse#grishaverse imagines#kaz brekker x reader#inej ghafa x reader#inej ghafa#masterlist
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sweet dreams | kaz brekker
kaz brekker x reader
summary: after an exhausting day, kaz lets you spend the night in his office
a/n : sorry for not responding to reqs, life was kinda happening. anyway here's something I wrote a long long time ago
Kaz caught himself looking at you for what seemed like the hundredth time that night, as if you might fall into the ground if he averted his gaze away from you.
The Crows were heading back to The Slat, worn out after a risky heist that ended up being a success but left them all exhausted and weak, eager to go lay back for a good sleep.
Except Kaz. The man was almost always wide awake and on watch, busy with something buisness related. He allowed you to tag along with his work at times because you had quite a gift for things like he did, even though he hired you as a weapon more than as a mastermind. But you became both and Kaz trusted you enough to let you help him out with planning heists and managing the Dregs, as you were in the buisness almost as long as he was. Of course, you had your own reputation and jobs, sometimes working for Kaz but mostly for yourself.
Still, Kaz and you partnered up at times.
When you were finally at the Slat, everyone drifted into their rooms immediately and shortly fell sound asleep. But Kaz needed to get some work done as always, which meant he would take you with him.
"Y/N, come along", he told you when you came through the door, glancing down at you again. You looked like you hadn't slept for weeks, your eyelids threatening to shut down any second now. "Huh?"
"There's some paperwork left if you don't mind", Kaz explains as he limps up the stairs, you following behind.
"Alright." A quiet sigh leaves your lips. "I planned on staying up a little anyway" , you lie.
Kaz felt bad for keeping you up even though he knew all you wanted to do was to lay back on your bed and give your mind a rest, but he still kept a straight cold expression when you both sat down in his office.
You took of your coat and put it on the couch by his window, sitting down on a chair opposite of his at his desk. Kaz sat right down, picking up files and spreading them all over the desk. "Where were we?"
You let out a yawn, covering your mouth with your hand. "Are you sure this can't wait until the morning?"
It could. He knew it could. Yet something in him told him to keep going and keep you by his side for as long as possible.
Tonight, during a job, Kaz got really concerned for you. It was dangerous, bloody and filthy out there and even though you fend for yourself perfectly in jobs like that, he still sometimes saw you as a butterfly whose wings are about to be torn off by vultures and the cruel world.
He hated that. He hated feeling that type of cautiousness. But when you were in his office, working by his side, he could have an excuse to be in your presence while you were perfectly safe. He would never admit that to you, so he would rather keep you occupied and close to him.
"Hang on for just a few minutes, can you?"
With no choice and a small nod, you get back to all the paperwork scattered on the desk before you. "Atleast we got what we needed tonight."
♤—————————♤
After some time of silent working together, Kaz stands up from the desk. "Excuse me for a minute", he says as he limps to the bathroom.
Kaz shuts the bathroom door, taking off his gloves. He splashes his face and gloves with water, refreshing himself.
His thoughts shift back to his partner in the next room. When had he begun to trust a person like this? Maybe it were your talents: your fighting skills, your calculated moves, your bright, sharp mind. Or it was simply your charm and wit that enchanted him whole.
Those few minutes of peace with you were all he wanted for the rest of his life. It frustrated him, how much space could someone take up in his head.
Kaz walked out of the bathroom, when he saw you lay your head over your crossed arms spread out on the desk. Your eyes were shut and you looked as if you just passed out.
He realized how he kept you up for no reason, just his selfishness, even though you were tired out of your mind. This time he didn't want to wake you, but he figured you won't be comfortable if you fell asleep in the position you were currently in.
"Y/N?", he whispers softly, careful not to startle you.
Your head rises from the wooden surface. "Sorry", you mumble, rubbing your eyes.
Kaz sits back down. "Don't be. You can stay here overnight, if you wish. My room is open to you."
You shook your head. "No, I'll go back to my place, I'll be fine."
He scoffs. "Just accept something for once. We don't want you to pass out on your way out, do we?"
There was silence after you sighed, burying your face in your hands.
"I insist", Kaz finally says, and you didn't want to resist anymore because you knew that in the end he would make you stay.
"Where would you sleep?"
"I don't need to, yet. Don't worry about me."
"Even geniuses need sleep, Kaz", you frown, standing up from your chair.
He shrugs. "Exactly why you're gonna stay here and get some rest."
"I'll just take the couch here."
When you finally layed down on the couch close to his desk, none of you said anything for a long time. Kaz kept scribbling with his pen, which lulled you to sleep even more.
"You did a good job tonight", Kaz breaks the silence, surprising you.
Your eyes find his and you gaze at each other for a moment. A small nod of appreciation was all you left off before letting your eyelids close and the darkness take over.
♤—————————♤
Kaz was finally done with working for the night, which was slowly turning into the morning. It was really late, and you had been asleep for about an hour on the couch, eyes shut and eyelashes spread over your plum cheeks.
You looked relaxed, pleasantly at peace. It was a sight Kaz couldn't take his eyes off.
Before heading to his room, he noticed that it was getting chillier in the space and that nothing covered your body from it.
There was an old blanket hanging from the end of the couch and he picked it up, placing it on top of you and protecting you from the cold in the air.
He admired you one last time. "Sweet dreams, Y/N/N", he whispers, turning around to leave the room.
"Night, bastard", replied a sleepy voice behind his back. Kaz freezes, slight embarrassment washing over him.
He was now glad he wasn't facing you, because he couldn't contain himself from letting his lips stretch into a wide smile.
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sweet dreams | kaz brekker
kaz brekker x reader
summary: after an exhausting day, kaz lets you spend the night in his office
a/n : sorry for not responding to reqs, life was kinda happening. anyway here's something I wrote a long long time ago
Kaz caught himself looking at you for what seemed like the hundredth time that night, as if you might fall into the ground if he averted his gaze away from you.
The Crows were heading back to The Slat, worn out after a risky heist that ended up being a success but left them all exhausted and weak, eager to go lay back for a good sleep.
Except Kaz. The man was almost always wide awake and on watch, busy with something buisness related. He allowed you to tag along with his work at times because you had quite a gift for things like he did, even though he hired you as a weapon more than as a mastermind. But you became both and Kaz trusted you enough to let you help him out with planning heists and managing the Dregs, as you were in the buisness almost as long as he was. Of course, you had your own reputation and jobs, sometimes working for Kaz but mostly for yourself.
Still, Kaz and you partnered up at times.
When you were finally at the Slat, everyone drifted into their rooms immediately and shortly fell sound asleep. But Kaz needed to get some work done as always, which meant he would take you with him.
"Y/N, come along", he told you when you came through the door, glancing down at you again. You looked like you hadn't slept for weeks, your eyelids threatening to shut down any second now. "Huh?"
"There's some paperwork left if you don't mind", Kaz explains as he limps up the stairs, you following behind.
"Alright." A quiet sigh leaves your lips. "I planned on staying up a little anyway" , you lie.
Kaz felt bad for keeping you up even though he knew all you wanted to do was to lay back on your bed and give your mind a rest, but he still kept a straight cold expression when you both sat down in his office.
You took of your coat and put it on the couch by his window, sitting down on a chair opposite of his at his desk. Kaz sat right down, picking up files and spreading them all over the desk. "Where were we?"
You let out a yawn, covering your mouth with your hand. "Are you sure this can't wait until the morning?"
It could. He knew it could. Yet something in him told him to keep going and keep you by his side for as long as possible.
Tonight, during a job, Kaz got really concerned for you. It was dangerous, bloody and filthy out there and even though you fend for yourself perfectly in jobs like that, he still sometimes saw you as a butterfly whose wings are about to be torn off by vultures and the cruel world.
He hated that. He hated feeling that type of cautiousness. But when you were in his office, working by his side, he could have an excuse to be in your presence while you were perfectly safe. He would never admit that to you, so he would rather keep you occupied and close to him.
"Hang on for just a few minutes, can you?"
With no choice and a small nod, you get back to all the paperwork scattered on the desk before you. "Atleast we got what we needed tonight."
♤—————————♤
After some time of silent working together, Kaz stands up from the desk. "Excuse me for a minute", he says as he limps to the bathroom.
Kaz shuts the bathroom door, taking off his gloves. He splashes his face and gloves with water, refreshing himself.
His thoughts shift back to his partner in the next room. When had he begun to trust a person like this? Maybe it were your talents: your fighting skills, your calculated moves, your bright, sharp mind. Or it was simply your charm and wit that enchanted him whole.
Those few minutes of peace with you were all he wanted for the rest of his life. It frustrated him, how much space could someone take up in his head.
Kaz walked out of the bathroom, when he saw you lay your head over your crossed arms spread out on the desk. Your eyes were shut and you looked as if you just passed out.
He realized how he kept you up for no reason, just his selfishness, even though you were tired out of your mind. This time he didn't want to wake you, but he figured you won't be comfortable if you fell asleep in the position you were currently in.
"Y/N?", he whispers softly, careful not to startle you.
Your head rises from the wooden surface. "Sorry", you mumble, rubbing your eyes.
Kaz sits back down. "Don't be. You can stay here overnight, if you wish. My room is open to you."
You shook your head. "No, I'll go back to my place, I'll be fine."
He scoffs. "Just accept something for once. We don't want you to pass out on your way out, do we?"
There was silence after you sighed, burying your face in your hands.
"I insist", Kaz finally says, and you didn't want to resist anymore because you knew that in the end he would make you stay.
"Where would you sleep?"
"I don't need to, yet. Don't worry about me."
"Even geniuses need sleep, Kaz", you frown, standing up from your chair.
He shrugs. "Exactly why you're gonna stay here and get some rest."
"I'll just take the couch here."
When you finally layed down on the couch close to his desk, none of you said anything for a long time. Kaz kept scribbling with his pen, which lulled you to sleep even more.
"You did a good job tonight", Kaz breaks the silence, surprising you.
Your eyes find his and you gaze at each other for a moment. A small nod of appreciation was all you left off before letting your eyelids close and the darkness take over.
♤—————————♤
Kaz was finally done with working for the night, which was slowly turning into the morning. It was really late, and you had been asleep for about an hour on the couch, eyes shut and eyelashes spread over your plum cheeks.
You looked relaxed, pleasantly at peace. It was a sight Kaz couldn't take his eyes off.
Before heading to his room, he noticed that it was getting chillier in the space and that nothing covered your body from it.
There was an old blanket hanging from the end of the couch and he picked it up, placing it on top of you and protecting you from the cold in the air.
He admired you one last time. "Sweet dreams, Y/N/N", he whispers, turning around to leave the room.
"Night, bastard", replied a sleepy voice behind his back. Kaz freezes, slight embarrassment washing over him.
He was now glad he wasn't facing you, because he couldn't contain himself from letting his lips stretch into a wide smile.
#kaz brekker x reader#grishaverse imagines#grishaverse#kaz brekker imagine#kaz brekker#six of crows#six of crows imagine#freddy carter#shadow and bone#shadow and bone imagine
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fave tate fic for sure
sub!tate langdon with mommy!kink, where he humps on her leg like a little needy boy to make it up to her after a fight, cockwarming kinda
Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader Smut - “Sorry Mommy” (18+)
CW: dry humping, baby subby tate, dom reader, cockwarming, lots of whining
Taglist/ @v-love @evanpetersfav @demxnicprxncess @kitwalkersgfff @quicksilversg1rl @dahmevan @charsdunkie @iruzias @alexxavicry @soaringcloud @laynna-mcknight @slimshadyvol2 @simp4petermaximoff @happyto-die
Word count: 1241
You lay with your back against your mattress, staring up at the ceiling at the fan as it spun in slow circles. You tried to take deep breaths to help distract you from the fiery rage that was building inside you. Your boyfriend Tate had disappeared after your small argument, leaving you to plummet deep into your own thoughts. Your fight spiralled after it started with you telling Tate to stop leaving his dirty clothes all over the floor.
"Do you even care?"
"No, actually, I don't,"
"I swear, you never care about anything!"
"You're not being serious right now, it's literally just fucking clothes,"
"They're all over the floor Tate! Pick them up! I can't stand the sight of our bedroom right now!"
"I'm going, this is fucking ridiculous."
It's been almost half an hour, and your anger has fizzled down to a slight pang in your chest. You spent most of the time glancing over at the door, seeing if he'd appear, with the same puppy dog eyes he always gave you when he was sorry, and he wanted your forgiveness.
You try and stifle the smile that threatened to spread across your face when Tate finally appears in the doorframe, looking down at his shoes, kicking at the floorboards, his shoelaces untied.
He doesn't move until you let out a sigh, and pat the bed beside you, motioning for him to lay down next to you. His eyes lock with yours, and you can see how glassy they are. Your heart hurts seeing him so upset.
"C'mere baby," you coo, as he finally shuffles over to the bed, laying down on his side beside you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He breathes in your comforting scent, as you lay your hand in his soft blonde curls, combing through them.
“What’s wrong?” You ask softly, as he kicks off his shoes, leaving his feet in mismatched socks.
“I feel bad,” he says quietly, not daring to look at you as he sniffles into your neck.
“You just have to be tidy Tate, that’s all.” you offer the solution, but Tate continues to sulk. He’s never been able to handle your arguments well.
“I don’t like when you’re mad at me,” he grumbles, his arm wrapping around your chest, his hand resting on your opposite shoulder.
“I’m not mad anymore,” you reassure him, tilting your head to kiss his hair.
“Yes you are, I can tell,” you feel the rough fabric of his jeans from around his crotch rub against your bare thigh, “I’m sorry, mommy.”
“It’s okay baby,” you breathe out, his leg resting atop yours to get a better angle of your thigh. With his face still set in the crook of your neck, you notice his breathing picking up pace, as he begins to rock harder into your thigh.
“Is something else wrong?” You ask him, lifting his head so you could see his face. His pupils had drowned out his dark irises, his face blotchy from crying, his lips red and swollen. He looked so defeated, but the bulge building friction against your leg said otherwise.
He just lets out a soft whimper, his hand on your shoulder coming around to creep under your oversized shirt, cupping and kneading at one of your bare breasts.
“Use your words Tate,” you say more firmly, his eyes glued to your parted lips, as he lets out a small cough.
“Yeah,” he answers finally, his lips attaching to your jaw, leaving wet opened mouth kisses. Your eyes close momentarily as you let Tate use you to stimulate himself, his erection only growing bigger with every brush against your thigh.
“Take these off baby,” you reach down to unbutton his jeans, unzipping them and helping him pull them down his legs. Now only in a soft sweater, his boxers and socks, Tate lets out more whiny moans, now only a millimetre of fabric separating his sensitive, leaking cock from your smooth bare skin.
“Momma?” He asks, his lips by your ear as he whispers into it.
“Hm?” You ask him, letting out a soft sigh as he sucks on your earlobe, his fingers pinching around your hard nipple.
“Can I.. go inside? Just a little, I just wanna- I wanna feel you,” he says, blush rising onto his cheeks.
You smile at him, cupping his cheek with your hand and kissing his soft lips. He groans softly into the kiss, as your hand comes down between you to palm him through his boxers. He’s quick to prod at your mouth with his tongue. You open your mouth wider to allow his tongue to fight with yours, your kisses soppy and ringing in your ears.
You pull away, biting your lip as your thumb strokes his defined cheek bone. He looks into your eyes hopeful, and so fucking needy, trying not to furrow his eyebrows from the pleasure your hand is giving him below.
“Okay baby,” you reply, the smile on his face making your decision so much more worth it.
You pull down at his waistband, his erection finally springing free from the confines of his boxers, swollen and seeping pre-cum. The sight alone almost made your drool, before you pull down your own underwear, lifting your shirt so it’s balled around your ribcage.
You turn to your side, your bare ass now up and rubbing against Tate’s throbbing cock, begging to enter you.
“Now mommy?” He asks politely, holding his cock in his hand and stroking it softly. Your hand comes around between your bodies and takes over his, guiding it towards your entrance.
“Just a l-little- please,” Tate begs, as his tip enters between your pulsing folds, your other hand coming down to rub at your clit.
“Ohh fuck mommy,” Tate groans, as he pushes himself further inside you, stretching you out deliciously with his length.
“That’s it baby, you stay there okay?” You tell Tate, as he bottoms out inside you, his toned stomach pressed against your back.
“Feels so good, my god,” Tate whines, kissing your shoulder through your shirt, his fingers digging into the fabric.
Tate can’t help but move his hips, thrusting slowly and only a little bit in and out as small moans leave his lips. You grab his hands, bringing them around to your breasts again for him to knead.
“I’m in heaven,” Tate mumbles, “see I’m so sorry mommy, you make me feel so good, I promise I’ll be tidy.”
“Good baby,” you say, receiving a small kiss on the cheek by Tate, “Mommy’s gonna make herself cum on your cock okay?”
“Okay, please,” Tate replies, as you begin to bounce back against him slowly, feeling his fingers on your bare breast, and your own fingers circling your clit.
His needy whimpers in your ear as you contract around him and his cock twitching inside you drives you crazy, soft moans leaving your own lips as it’s your turn to use Tate for your own pleasure.
It doesn’t take you long to cum. When you did, Tate sucked on the skin of your neck, and suddenly his pace quickened inside you.
“Oh my god- Tate!” You moan, his whimpering turning to grunts as he too finishes, inside you, and refuses to leave once he’s done.
“Feels s’good mommy,” he nuzzles his head back in your neck, wrapping his arms around you, “I never wanna leave.”
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peter is my fav fr we need more peter stuff like this 💓🫀🫀💓🫀💓
Peter Maximoff x GN!Reader Smut - “Morning Head”
cw: waking Peter up w a blowjob
Taglist/ @v-love @evanpetersfav @demxnicprxncess @kitwalkersgfff @quicksilversg1rl @iruzias @alexxavicry @soaringcloud @laynna-mcknight @humdrumexistence @simp4petermaximoff @sultrysullen @evan4ever @paujmr @jangsuzchap
Peter slept so peacefully beside you, his arm tucked up under his head of silver hair, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, even, soft breaths passing through his parted lips. You propped your cheek up on your hand, your elbow bent, just to watch him. Before a devious plan crosses your mind.
Gazing down at the blanket as it drapes across his hips, you noticed the obvious tent in the front of his boxers. The sight alone had the heat rise to your cheeks and a soft groan escape your lips. It was already past your usual wake up time, and it wouldn’t hurt to give Peter a little push.
You reposition yourself between his open legs without waking him, and peel the blanket from his body. Your mouth begins to water just at the thought of the pre cum that was sure to glisten from the tip of his cock. You wondered if he was dreaming of you.
Beginning to pull down his boxers next, you stopped just as his cock sprung out and hit his stomach in a way that made your heart flip. Nestling comfortably between his thighs, you lick your lips in preparation for your next move.
You bring your head down to his tip, and test him by licking a stripe up his length. When he doesn’t stir, you take the entire tip in your mouth and begin to hum as the salty taste coats your tongue.
He grumbles, but his eyes stay shut. You continue your movements, wrapping a hand around the base and inching more of him into your mouth. You begin to bob your head, taking half of him at a time, making sure to slick his entire length in your saliva. It trickles down to your fingers, and gives you the lubrication you need to slide your hand up and down in coordination with your lips.
Peter lets out a raspy moan, his hips buckling up softly to meet your hungry mouth. You come up for air, and sink back down on him, removing your hand for a moment to fit as much of his cock as you can in your mouth.
Not taking your eyes off his face, you notice the way it screws in pleasure in his half awoken state, and soon his eyes slowly open. His lips curl into a smile, and a soft, but hoarse, chuckle leaves his lips.
“What are you doing down there?” He mumbles, not without tangling his fingers in your hair as you kitten lick his tip.
You flutter your lashes at him without a word, and dip back down to take him again entirely in your mouth. He groans louder this time, his head falling back to meet the pillow, and his grip on your hair grows tighter.
Your hand wraps back around his length as you continue to pleasure him, getting more aroused by the second as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good baby,” he moans, pushing your head down to swallow his dick whole. You gag at the sudden action, but close your eyes and savour the feeling of his swollen head as it nudges the back of your throat.
Your actions speed up, and with your hand following close behind your lips, you feel the muscles in Peter’s thighs contract. You can tell he’s close, so you remove your mouth from him entirely, and just use your hand to finish him off. It slides seamlessly over his length with the help of your spit, the squelch of its wetness circling the room.
“Oh shit- fuck- I’m cumming,” Peter groans, looking down at you as you stick your tongue out against his tip in preparation for his load.
With the final buckle of his hips, he releases all over your tongue, some of it spurting up onto your cheek. You moan softly as he undoes under your touch, riding his orgasm out in the palm of your hand. You swallow everything you can, and wipe the rest with the back of your hand.
Moving to straddle his thighs, you kitten lick the back of your hand for the rest of his release, and admire the fucked out expression on his face. He pants, with his eyes closed momentarily, before they open again to stare into yours. You grind up against him with a wiggle of your hips and he sucks in a deep breath at the sensitivity.
His hands plant themselves on your hips to hold you still, and he lets out another chuckle.
“Did you like that?” You ask innocently, leaning over and hovering your red and swollen lips over his. He nods, capturing your lips in a swift kiss.
“I can definitely get used to waking up like that.”
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tate langdon x reader drabble
cw: SMUT, overstimulation [wanted to write smut for a long time now but i'm too tired to write the whole scenario so here's a drabble lol]
the sound of tate's loud whimpers filled the whole house, your hands driving him utterly insane as he was about to finish for the ninth time.
"f-fuck... it hurts!" he whines, a layer of tears covering his vision, his whole body shaking.
your tongue teased his burning red and angry tip all over again, his dick hardening even more from your touch, veins popping and visible. "shh, sweetie." you cooed, pressing soft kisses up his shaft which squeezed out more moans from his mouth, his hips desperately bucking up.
"you interrupted my studying because you were too horny to zip it. i'm just giving you what you wanted, baby" you innocently stared up at him from below, him sitting on the bed while you kneeled infront of him.
all of a sudden, the soft kisses were now gone as your hand started pumping him mercilessly. tate gasps, completely not expecting that.
a scream erupts from his throat, cursing and shaking, his vision blurry and hazy from all of the pleasure. he was a fucking mess right now, naked and crying because of everything you were giving him, surely more than he can take.
"oh sh..shit!! y/n!!" he whines again, an almost invisible tear escaping his eyes and he loved it.
your hand slowed down, causing him to cry out and thrust up helplessly. a smirk formed on your lips. "you can take it, it's okay."
#evan peters smut#evan peters x reader#ahs imagines#ahs smut#tate langdon x reader#tate langdon#tate langdon smut
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hello sweetheart. i dont know if you already know or if you gave the permission, but there is an acc on wattpad who posted a imagine of yours... i dont know if theres more, ill send you the link.
thanks soooo much for letting me know !! i had no idea. i don't really mind it since the person didn't claim my stories as theirs so atleast they mentioned my acc, though it would have been nice if they asked... I'm glad seeing that people liked it but what kinda bothers me is it got more attention on damn wattpad than tumblr tf 🤨
commented on it on my wattpad acc too. i feel like a true writer now lol
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rockstar | tate langdon
no specified gender
summary : tate asks you to teach him how to play a nirvana song on your electric guitar
cw: just a few curse words
a/n: thought of this while learning how to play mary by alex g :') also this is short I'm rlly sleepy
After what felt like days, you finally arrive home from school, wanting nothing more than to drop on your bed from exhaustion.
Climbing up the stairs to your room, you hear guitar strings softly forming a light melody that sounded familiar coming from the inside. Before entering, you stood there for a few seconds just listening, hearing annoyed sighs in between the quiet guitar strums.
It was obvious who the player was; your blond little ghost boyfriend, Tate, who you taught to play something on your electric guitar. He asked you to teach him how to play when he learned that you owned an electric guitar, blown away by your skills. So for starts you just taught him the basics and some easy melody for him to play, finding him adorable when focused on the instrument.
You open the door to your room as quiet and sneakily as possible, trying not to distract him. Tate's blond curls cover his eyes, lips parted, nose slightly scrunched and in deep focus. He appeared to have some trouble on a certain part of the song, visibly annoyed by it.
Gosh, he looked absolutely adorable.
"Need some help?" You grin, leaning on the doorframe.
His head instantly rises up to see you, excited that you were finally home again. Smiling widely, he prepares to show you his progress, hoping to impress you. "I think I'm better now. Listen!"
"Can't wait to!" You toss your school bag on the floor, jumping on the bed next to him.
His cheeks turn slightly red, shy from the sudden attention. "Just promise to teach me a Nirvana song after? Please?" He pleads with big dark eyes that he knew you couldn't say no to.
"Alright, Kurt Cobain, just let me hear", you chuckle.
Tate inhales, gathering all confidence and concentration he could. His fingers start pulling the strings so carefully as if they might pop out any minute. It sounded excellent for a beginner like him. A proud smile plasters on your face, admiring him.
After the song was over, he turns to you, wanting to see your reaction. When he saw your smile, it already made him totally flustered. "How did I do?"
You clap as an answer and he laughs, putting the guitar aside. "I am absolutely impressed."
"I bet I can do more", he teases, eyes on your lips.
"Well you do have a great teacher."
His lips form a cheeky grin before pressing them against yours, wrapping his arms around you and deepening the kiss. Humming, you reciprocate for a few more moments before pulling away. Dissapointed, he pouts.
"Do you wanna learn a Nirvana song or not?", you ask teasingly, pulling the guitar in your lap.
Although still eager for you, Tate agrees, nodding. Something about hearing you play anything from his favorite band electrified him in a special way. Listening to music with you was one of his favorite things you did togheter and you loved introducing him to music you knew he would like.
Without a warning, you start playing the intro to "Come As You Are", since it was the easiest to teach. He starts humming the melody and banging his head to the rythm, laughing in excitement.
His joy made you excited as well, laughing and singing along with him. Soon the two of you got lost in the song, dramatically singing as you pulled the strings even harder.
"Fuck, I love you!!", Tate shouts in between the chorus and the verse, making you laugh.
Throughout the whole song he shouted things like: "Yeah, baby!", "You're fucking amazing!"
It filled your heart with happiness that he appreciated it, even wanting to learn from you, and you were happy to teach him.
When the song ended and you snapped from the trance, Tate couldn't contain himself anymore, pulling you close to his body and desperately connecting your mouths togheter. The kiss was filled with such passion and energy, stronger than any drug ever.
Both stopping to catch your breath, he cups your face with his big hands and rests his forehead against yours. "Fuck, you're a rockstar", he whispers.
You laugh, the sound causing his head to spin and face to turn red, moving his lips to your neck and spilling soft kisses on it. "I know, right?"
#evan peters x reader#ahs imagines#american horror story#evan peters imagine#tate langdon#tate langdon x reader#evan peters smut#murder house#ahs murder house
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✧ TAYLOR SWIFT
The 65th Annual GRAMMY Awards (February 05, 2023)
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YES YES that's accurate asf
Guys can you believe I’ve never been in a relationship before
Like this shit is tiring
AND THERES COUPLES EVERYWHERE TOO LIKE PLEASE
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ok, what about inej ghafa x fem! reader? r works with kaz and frees some girls from the pleasure houses in ketterdam secretly. r poses as a customer in the menagerie just to convince inej to run away and when she sees her abilities takes her to the dregs and kaz buys her contract and everything. oh, and r promise help inej get revenge and all and inej realizes: she's in love with her!
inej is the treasure of MY heart and i'm willing to fight kaz for her !! back off emo
promise | inej ghafa
pairings: inej ghafa x fem!reader
summary: reader brings inej freedom from the menagerie and promises to take it down, inej falling for her in the process
— "UH-OH, I'M FALLING IN LOVE. I THOUGHT THE PLANE WAS GOING DOWN, HOW'D YOU TURN IT RIGHT AROUND? "
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Ketterdam was a filthy, cruel city full of awful places, but the Menagerie had to be the spot you hated more than anything else in that dirty hole.
You did your best to free as many of the girls enslaved and sold off by the devil herself, Tante Heleen, as you could. The horrid things they must have gone through at the pleasure house and the traumatic process of being captured by slavers are terrible for anyone to imagine. So you decided to take the matters of justice in your own hands, considering the fact that no one else would.
You had slight help though, from Ketterdam's own spawn of Satan, Kaz Brekker. When he saw your smart ways of fighting and moving, also impressive political knowledge, he offered you to work with him. At first you were skeptic about it, to be fair sometimes still are, but long after it turned out that working with him actually had its perks.
Tonight, you gave yourself the mission to free another girl and you were positive you were gonna succeed, posing as a customer in a shiny dress. It might be a little risky, but risk was your old friend, you took a lot of them when releasing any girl from the House of Exotics.
That process required a lot of scheming. Sometimes you go unnoticed when you take them out or you pay less for them, depending on the girl. Tonight, Heleen directed you to one that was "of extraordinary and inestimable value" in her words. A lot of attention is focused only on that Suli girl, making it difficult for you to sneak her out behind you. Anyway, you could not let her rot in the pleasure house.
You entered the room of the Suli girl Tante Heleen told you about, attempting to mutter out a Suli greeting you learned with a weak accent.
She looks up from the bed she's sitting on with gleaming eyes and when they meet yours, you realize what beauty circled the girl. Her dark hair was braided, her cheeks and lips red and plump. Her dark skin shining and gloomy eyes sparkling, watching you with cautiousness.
"What's your name?" You ask without thinking.
She's hesitant "Inej."
You nod, thinking about ways Kaz would continue the conversation since it was a buisness matter. No, that's a bad idea.
You sit on her bed cautiously, attempting to not frighten the girl. "I came to help you get out of here. Stop living like this. Offer you freedom", you propose quietly, so the guards guarding the hallways in case she tried to escape didn't hear.
She furrows her eyebrows in confusion. "How is that possible?"
Inej prayed this moment would come. It felt so unreal. Now there was a woman, about her age, standing infront of her and offering her the thing she longed for.
"You're not the first one I helped out, Inej."
"How? If it was possible to fight my way or sneak out, I would have been out ages ago", she frowns.
Interesting, you thought. Your turn to be curious. "How so?"
"I'm... good at both. I'm quiet and I have no trouble passing unnoticed. I move fast and carefully", Inej explains, almost shyly. "And I know who you are."
The last sentance really awakened your curiosity. This girl became more fascinating by every second. "Really? What do you know?"
She looks at you like she's trying to conjure memories. "I've heard... you are a resourceful fighter. And you work with the Bastard of the Barrel. I didn't know what you look like. Overheard you and Heleen earlier, when she called you by your name."
You nod, sort of impressed. "I'm Y/N", you introdouced yourself, although Inej didn't seem to need that information.
"Y/N L/N", she finishes.
Turning your head sideways and squinting your eyes, you couldn't help but feel a little unraveled. "Well... not a lot of people know about me." You tried to stay as invisible as possible in Ketterdam, which didn't make you an easy target. It would take a lot of time for you enemies to track you down and you made sure that it was impossible to happen.
"I know many things, Ms L/N."
A smirk appears on your lips. "Just Y/N. I'm gonna give you the option to get out of here, find yourself a job and never look back to this place again." You explain, seeing Inej's eyes widening and mouth slightly parting.
But with everything she just told you about, ideas formed in your head about what she could find a purpose in. Kaz would certainly need a spy such as Inej. "But you seem really... special. I think you can be good for big jobs", you scanned her. "I've heard great things about you, Inej. An acrobat?"
"Was."
You told her about the Dregs, about Kaz, about everything they represent and Inej listened carefully; "I can offer you my help, I promise", was her final answer.
Satisfied, you nod and reach your hand out for a handshake. "I think we could even be good friends."
THE NEXT FEW DAYS felt surreal to Inej. After Kaz Brekker saw her abilities for himself, he bought her contract from the Menagerie so she would be fully free from Tante Heleen's cold prison and working for him. Inej turned out the be the best spy there was in the whole of Ketterdam, making Y/N really proud of her.
She got to know the Dregs, but the only person who she really felt safe with would probably be Y/N. Her presence would allow Inej to feel some sort of relief whenever she was with her. It was a feeling she missed and craved, and Y/N gave it back to her. Inej owed her that and much more.
The Slat became her home after the Menagerie and Inej was still adjusting. Most days and nights would be spent in her room if she didn't have a task or a mission of some kind, locking herself away from the rest of the world and hurting in silence. A regular night while she was sharpening her knives in her room, Inej heard a knock against the wood of her opened door.
She looked up and saw Y/N, her hair down, her face glowing, wearing a peachy dress with a thin cloak fluttering around her body. She looked like saint. Inej forgot to speak, admiring the girl infront of her.
Y/N noticed her beaming, tilting her head sideways. "Thought I'd come and check up on your adjustment", she states, her cheeks suddenly blooming.
Inej opens her mouth to say something, but words didn't want to spill out. She was adjusting just fine, better than at the Menagerie certainly.
Inej nervously averts her gaze from Y/N. "I'm alright", she quietly nods.
Y/N steps in, her hands behind her back. "Also I wanted to let you know...", she sits across from Inej, "you're great at this. And the Menagerie..."
"The Menagerie is my past." Inej raises her chin, anger building up inside of her. "But one day I'll make sure to return just to watch it go down. By my hand." It was a fantasy of hers, and every day that passed on the other side of the walls she felt closer to making it reality.
"You're not gonna be alone. We will burn it all down", Y/N proposed determinedly. "And that's a promise. I'll bring justice, Inej, even if it's the last thing I'll ever do."
Inej felt her eyes water. Hearing Y/N promise that with such honesty brought light into her vision, bringing her strength she didn't know she possessed. She liked that about Y/N.
She loved it.
Inej reaches out a hand and she takes it, both of them shaking their hands firmly. After they were supposed to break it up, Inej still held the girl's hand. Y/N didn't plan on letting go of hers either, staying intertwined.
"Besides if anyone could take the Menagerie down, it is you", Y/N claimed.
A smile painted on Inej's face, lighting up her whole face. "And if anyone could burn it down while not breaking a sweat, it's you, Y/N."
She laughs, dropping her head on top of Inej's hand. When Y/N laughs it's like the saints looked over Inej, rewarding her for staying strong during hard times and making it all worth it just at the sight of the girl she loved.
#six of crows imagine#inej ghafa#inej ghafa x reader#amita suman#six of crows#kaz brekker#kaz brekker x reader#jesper fahey#nina zenik#matthias helvar#wylan van eck#crows#inej is my wife#grishaverse#grishaverse imagines
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