I long for a love that may not exist. This little corner will be home to many ocs and the media I fell in love with along the way. The listed fandoms and interests aren’t all inclusive and I’m open to writing for more things and characters when asked if the vibe is right. :9 I’m open to getting into and learning new things so don’t let my fandom list scare you. This blog is nsfw and will contain noncon and dubcon, so all minors, kindly see yourselves out.
I’m a work-in-progress. (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
little tidbits: mostly GxB but GxG friendly, all Darlings/readers are female and will be addressed with she/her pronouns. Darlings may be read as multiracial/black in some instances.
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we don’t get down like that ‘round here:
𝙓 bimbo!reader 𝙓 ddlg / infantilization / age play 𝙓 cheating 𝙓 dbf and stepdad 𝙓 omegaverse 𝙓 minors (all characters I write are 19+)
"for the angel of death spread his wings on the blast, and breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; and the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, and their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!" - lord byron
"for the angel of death spread his wings on the blast, and breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; and the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, and their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!" - lord byron
abby saja x reader | nsfw | there’s something about the new neighbor that abby can’t get out of his head and he’s not about to deprive himself of the first thing he’s wanted in a long time
there’s a human on the roof, which might not be all that strange, he supposes —Abby, this new name he’s still trying to get used too—, humans like to toe the line of their own destruction regularly. he even has vague images floating about, somewhere where his soul used to be, of doing the same. but there is not supposed to be a human in this one particular roof, since Jinu apparently secured the top floor for them to navigate this world and the human-ish bodies it requires with some degree of security.
she’s like every other human, except there’s smoke rising from her, mystifying for a second before Abby recognizes the scent of tobacco in the air.
abby saja x reader | nsfw | there’s something about the new neighbor that abby can’t get out of his head and he’s not about to deprive himself of the first thing he’s wanted in a long time
there’s a human on the roof, which might not be all that strange, he supposes —Abby, this new name he’s still trying to get used too—, humans like to toe the line of their own destruction regularly. he even has vague images floating about, somewhere where his soul used to be, of doing the same. but there is not supposed to be a human in this one particular roof, since Jinu apparently secured the top floor for them to navigate this world and the human-ish bodies it requires with some degree of security.
she’s like every other human, except there’s smoke rising from her, mystifying for a second before Abby recognizes the scent of tobacco in the air.
(My lovely readers who’ve stuck around for some reason.)
ALT
(Me, despite it all.)
ᴡʜᴀᴛ’ꜱɢᴏᴏᴅ?
How are you? I’ve been living in a constant state of anxiety for like…years? But growth really is a choice and I’m choosing it.
ꜱʜᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʙᴜɢ?
I could ｎｅｖｅｒ leave the horny little arachnid hanging! Tom Holland and Tom Holland’s Peter Parker are 2 of some of the only good white boys, so Shutterbug part 2 has to happen.
𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓭𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓪𝓼 𝓙𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮 𝓜𝓬𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓮?
Darling still has a date with him and he won’t take kindly to being stood up.
Ｒｅｐｌａｃｅｄ!ＭＣ?
I hate the game with a passion, but my spirit may never know peace if I don’t write Diavolo eating MC out.
Peter tried to steady his pounding heart as you snuggled up closer to him. Your arms wrapped around his waist lazily as you were beginning to drift in and out of sleep. The blanket draped across your shoulders was dropping, allowing his fingers to graze your skin almost innocently.
You were having a Tolkien marathon at his condo and strewn across his couch—and nearly in his lap—you were totally at peace. You spent nearly every other day at Peter’s place, sleepovers were something you never batted an eyelash at because it was Peter and you were starting to realize that being near him was the happiest place you could be. Your best friend.
If only you knew what you did to him.
The sun had set hours earlier and you were nearing the middle of The Twin Towers when it dawned on you, “Damn, these movies are long.” You murmured.
Peter chuckled, “Getting sleepy?”
“No. Absolutely not.” You drawled as you fought sleep. You tried to sit up straight but now Peter’s hand was rubbing up and down your arm and you were finding little reason to get up at all. You were so sleepy you didn’t consider how out of character this was.
Peter’s breath hitched as he felt you relax against him. ‘She trusts me. Don’t be nervous, dude, there’s nothing to worry about. Ask her.’ The pounding in his heart was anticipation as he cleared his throat.
“Y/n.”
“Yes, darling?” You hummed and his resolve almost broke, the things you did to him.
“There’s something I want to a-ask y-you…” the stutter caught your attention and now you were sitting up and pulling away to better see him. ‘Pl-please, don’t do that cause if you do, I can’t think.’
“What’s the matter, Peter?” The concern was clear across your face.
“W-well, I’ve been meaning t-to for some time, but didn’t kn-know how to ask. I mean! Ned says he can’t channel his inner Naomi anymore and MJ says if I ask her again, she’ll shove my camera up my—”
“Peter. Breathe.”
Your hands were on his shoulders and like that, your mysterious power you were completely naïve to was working on him and easing his anxieties.
“Y/n, would you model for me?”
This time you froze.
Did you really have to think about it? You were nervous even though you felt you shouldn’t be. Peter was your closest friend and after all he did for you this was your chance to do something for him. You didn’t think as you said, “Of course.”
Peter tried to steady his pounding heart as you snuggled up closer to him. Your arms wrapped around his waist lazily as you were beginning to drift in and out of sleep. The blanket draped across your shoulders was dropping, allowing his fingers to graze your skin almost innocently.
You were having a Tolkien marathon at his condo and strewn across his couch—and nearly in his lap—you were totally at peace. You spent nearly every other day at Peter’s place, sleepovers were something you never batted an eyelash at because it was Peter and you were starting to realize that being near him was the happiest place you could be. Your best friend.
If only you knew what you did to him.
The sun had set hours earlier and you were nearing the middle of The Twin Towers when it dawned on you, “Damn, these movies are long.” You murmured.
Peter chuckled, “Getting sleepy?”
“No. Absolutely not.” You drawled as you fought sleep. You tried to sit up straight but now Peter’s hand was rubbing up and down your arm and you were finding little reason to get up at all. You were so sleepy you didn’t consider how out of character this was.
Peter’s breath hitched as he felt you relax against him. ‘She trusts me. Don’t be nervous, dude, there’s nothing to worry about. Ask her.’ The pounding in his heart was anticipation as he cleared his throat.
“Y/n.”
“Yes, darling?” You hummed and his resolve almost broke, the things you did to him.
“There’s something I want to a-ask y-you…” the stutter caught your attention and now you were sitting up and pulling away to better see him. ‘Pl-please, don’t do that cause if you do, I can’t think.’
“What’s the matter, Peter?” The concern was clear across your face.
“W-well, I’ve been meaning t-to for some time, but didn’t kn-know how to ask. I mean! Ned says he can’t channel his inner Naomi anymore and MJ says if I ask her again, she’ll shove my camera up my—”
“Peter. Breathe.”
Your hands were on his shoulders and like that, your mysterious power you were completely naïve to was working on him and easing his anxieties.
“Y/n, would you model for me?”
This time you froze.
Did you really have to think about it? You were nervous even though you felt you shouldn’t be. Peter was your closest friend and after all he did for you this was your chance to do something for him. You didn’t think as you said, “Of course.”
Sweet Dreams are Made of This ✧a lewd Peter Parker imagine✧
Peter’s entire body shuddered when the tip of his cock sheathed itself inside of you. The warmth was incomparable. Unlike anything! The way he felt, being connected to you this way was a religious experience and he wasn’t even inside yet.
“Y/n. Y/n. Y/n.” He moaned your name to himself like a prayer as he steadily rocked his hips. Trying so hard to burn this memory into his brain. He never wanted to forget. Let this be the last memory that flashes through his mind when he dies, please.
The shallow mewls that fell from your lips wracked him with more shivers and he leaned forward to press his sweat slick forehead to your own, chocolate curls brushing your brow.
“Y/n look at me. Look at me, baby.” Your eyes previously squeezed shut opened to blink up at him. So close, everything was so close, but there was no where else you wanted to be.
“A-are—” a moan cut him off. He’s trying so hard to hold back. So hard to keep his hips still and from thrusting into you down to the hilt until the only thing that matters to you is him. Every instinct is screaming for him to ravage you now until neither of you can move or pull yourselves apart, but this has to be perfect.
This is your moment together.
“Are you ready?” For me. For This.For what we’re going to do, something I’ll never let you turn back from.
A trembling hand moves to cup your cheek, warm against his calloused palm. The other hand sneaks low to caress your throbbing sex and the sharp buck you involuntarily give has his eyes almost rolling to the back of his skull.
Your hand cups his, you’re shivering beneath him and so ready he can almost taste it.
Your other hand brushes his aside to gently touch the point where you two connect. His length flushes, he’s so aware of everything. He doesn’t want to miss a thing. “Please…” Breathy and weak for him, but the same spark he loves ignites in your eyes.
“Hurry, please.” Another gasp, “I want you, Peter.”
That’s all he needs before he takes your hands in his, clasping tightly, bracing you when one deep thrust shatters any boundary between friends and soulmates that may have been between you.
You cry out, walls fluttering around his cock and he only allows himself to enjoy it for a second before he’s clumsily working a steady pace. So, dedicated to making you climax beneath him.
“This is perfect, Y/n. You’re perfect.” A thrust that makes your vision burn white. “Perfect for me.”
“Don’t we fit perfectly together?” He’s bucking erratically, driving into you so deep you think you might break. “I knew it was meant to be. I knew it would feel good, but this is…It feels like I’ve lived my entire life to share this with you.”
An expert roll of his hips has your toes curling, raising you higher and higher to the peak.
Chest to chest, as close as two people could be, but still not as close as he wanted yet this would have to do.
“How does it feel, Y/n? Me making love to you? I love you so much. I want you to know. Can you feel it? All of my love. It’s spilling over.”
He doesn’t take a moment to breathe, everything colliding in his mind and thoughts barely coherent, but he needs you to know. Even just a fraction.
Moans blend with hiccups as water droplets splash onto your cheeks. He’s crying. He doesn’t know when he started, but his love truly is spilling over. He’s had to contain it for so long and now he can finally show you.
“P-Peter?” A sharp gasp when he hits the perfect spot inside you that has you melting around him, and you reach up and pull him to your embrace. Hips still rocking into you with reverie.
Fingers comb his matted locks and your blown pupils meet his teary gaze.
“I love you, Peter.”
“Y-You r-really—” You feel his cock throb inside so clearly that you know you’re close.
“I love you. Only you.”
“I love y-you, Y/n. All of this—everything that I do is all for you…”
God, you’re clenching around him deliciously, but he can’t yet. You have to take the fall first and he’ll follow after.
“Then kiss me.”
Lips touch surprisingly gentle like the first time. One hand splays over your hip to pull you as close as close can be, he’s going to make you see stars. The other returns to stimulate your clit.
Every gasp and moan he swallows greedily as if this is truly what he lives for.
When you cum he follows soon after.
Peter’s eyes open to see his dark ceiling. Sweat and a sticky fluid coat his chest and his legs are tingled in the thin bed sheets. His body trembles from aftershocks of pleasure, phantom touches from you keeping him blissed, but he knows this pleasure is nothing compared to what it must be like with you.
What time was it now? Probably too late to call while he rubs another one out. What were you doing? Was it too much to hope you were dreaming of him?
He reached for the Kleenex to wipe off while the other hand still clutched your panties like a talisman.
They had been your favorite pair once but had disappeared. Peter personally considered them a lucky pair because you wore them the first time you had met.
“I’m sure nothing beats the real thing…Wait, for me, Y/n.”
Sweet Dreams are Made of This ✧a lewd Peter Parker imagine✧
Peter’s entire body shuddered when the tip of his cock sheathed itself inside of you. The warmth was incomparable. Unlike anything! The way he felt, being connected to you this way was a religious experience and he wasn’t even inside yet.
“Y/n. Y/n. Y/n.” He moaned your name to himself like a prayer as he steadily rocked his hips. Trying so hard to burn this memory into his brain. He never wanted to forget. Let this be the last memory that flashes through his mind when he dies, please.
The shallow mewls that fell from your lips wracked him with more shivers and he leaned forward to press his sweat slick forehead to your own, chocolate curls brushing your brow.
“Y/n look at me. Look at me, baby.” Your eyes previously squeezed shut opened to blink up at him. So close, everything was so close, but there was no where else you wanted to be.
“A-are—” a moan cut him off. He’s trying so hard to hold back. So hard to keep his hips still and from thrusting into you down to the hilt until the only thing that matters to you is him. Every instinct is screaming for him to ravage you now until neither of you can move or pull yourselves apart, but this has to be perfect.
This is your moment together.
“Are you ready?” For me. For This.For what we’re going to do, something I’ll never let you turn back from.
A trembling hand moves to cup your cheek, warm against his calloused palm. The other hand sneaks low to caress your throbbing sex and the sharp buck you involuntarily give has his eyes almost rolling to the back of his skull.
Your hand cups his, you’re shivering beneath him and so ready he can almost taste it.
Your other hand brushes his aside to gently touch the point where you two connect. His length flushes, he’s so aware of everything. He doesn’t want to miss a thing. “Please…” Breathy and weak for him, but the same spark he loves ignites in your eyes.
“Hurry, please.” Another gasp, “I want you, Peter.”
That’s all he needs before he takes your hands in his, clasping tightly, bracing you when one deep thrust shatters any boundary between friends and soulmates that may have been between you.
You cry out, walls fluttering around his cock and he only allows himself to enjoy it for a second before he’s clumsily working a steady pace. So, dedicated to making you climax beneath him.
“This is perfect, Y/n. You’re perfect.” A thrust that makes your vision burn white. “Perfect for me.”
“Don’t we fit perfectly together?” He’s bucking erratically, driving into you so deep you think you might break. “I knew it was meant to be. I knew it would feel good, but this is…It feels like I’ve lived my entire life to share this with you.”
An expert roll of his hips has your toes curling, raising you higher and higher to the peak.
Chest to chest, as close as two people could be, but still not as close as he wanted yet this would have to do.
“How does it feel, Y/n? Me making love to you? I love you so much. I want you to know. Can you feel it? All of my love. It’s spilling over.”
He doesn’t take a moment to breathe, everything colliding in his mind and thoughts barely coherent, but he needs you to know. Even just a fraction.
Moans blend with hiccups as water droplets splash onto your cheeks. He’s crying. He doesn’t know when he started, but his love truly is spilling over. He’s had to contain it for so long and now he can finally show you.
“P-Peter?” A sharp gasp when he hits the perfect spot inside you that has you melting around him, and you reach up and pull him to your embrace. Hips still rocking into you with reverie.
Fingers comb his matted locks and your blown pupils meet his teary gaze.
“I love you, Peter.”
“Y-You r-really—” You feel his cock throb inside so clearly that you know you’re close.
“I love you. Only you.”
“I love y-you, Y/n. All of this—everything that I do is all for you…”
God, you’re clenching around him deliciously, but he can’t yet. You have to take the fall first and he’ll follow after.
“Then kiss me.”
Lips touch surprisingly gentle like the first time. One hand splays over your hip to pull you as close as close can be, he’s going to make you see stars. The other returns to stimulate your clit.
Every gasp and moan he swallows greedily as if this is truly what he lives for.
When you cum he follows soon after.
Peter’s eyes open to see his dark ceiling. Sweat and a sticky fluid coat his chest and his legs are tingled in the thin bed sheets. His body trembles from aftershocks of pleasure, phantom touches from you keeping him blissed, but he knows this pleasure is nothing compared to what it must be like with you.
What time was it now? Probably too late to call while he rubs another one out. What were you doing? Was it too much to hope you were dreaming of him?
He reached for the Kleenex to wipe off while the other hand still clutched your panties like a talisman.
They had been your favorite pair once but had disappeared. Peter personally considered them a lucky pair because you wore them the first time you had met.
“I’m sure nothing beats the real thing…Wait, for me, Y/n.”
