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thollandsgirl2013 · 4 months ago

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𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭*

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → SMUT!! 18+, language, lingerie?

Summary → Peter buys something special for you as valentine's day gift.

Peter had been thinking about Valentine’s Day for weeks now. Every year, he tried to find something meaningful, something that showed how much he loved you. Last year, a few handwritten letters that took him hours to finish. The year before that, it was a framed picture of the two of you at Coney Island, where he’d first told you he loved you. But this year, he wanted something special. He wanted to make you feel special.

So, after finishing patrol early, he headed to the mall. He already had something in mind. He directly went into the jewellery store. The moment his eyes landed on the pendant, he knew it was perfect: a delicate silver chain with a spider web pendant, simple but elegant, and undeniably you. The web design felt personal, a nod to his double life as Spider-Man, but subtle enough that it wasn’t obvious to anyone else. He could already imagine how it would glint softly around your neck.

As Peter walked out of the jewelry store, satisfied with his choice, something in the corner of his eye made him pause. He blinked and turned his head.

There, in the display window of a lingerie store, was a mannequin wearing a red and black babydoll lingerie set. The colors caught him off guard—his colors. His Spider-Man suit colors. Red and black, with ribbon bow in the front, lace trim and delicate satin that shimmered under the soft lights. Peter could almost see you wearing it, the way the fabric would cling to your body, how it would look on you...

He stopped walking, staring at the display like he was hypnotized. What was he thinking? Lingerie? For you? It wasn’t like you’d never worn it before—you had, and you’d surprised him a few times too—but he’d never thought about buying something like this for you himself. It was always something you did, not him.

Peter rubbed the back of his neck nervously, glancing around the crowded mall like someone might catch him committing a crime. “What am I doing?” He muttered under his breath, but even as he said it, he found himself inching closer to the store window. The thought of you in that lingerie, his colors, was stuck in his mind now. A heat crept up his neck, and before he knew it, his feet had carried him to the entrance of the store.

He hesitated at the doorway, inhaling the floral scent of lavender that wafted through the air. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but the shop was much quieter and more peaceful than the bustling mall. Delicate lace, satin, and silk in various shades filled the racks, and Peter suddenly felt way out of his depth.

“Okay, I can do this,” he whispered to himself, forcing his feet to move inside.

As he stood awkwardly in the middle of the store, his eyes darting from one rack to the next, a cheerful voice startled him.

“Can I help you with something, sir?”

Peter whipped his head around, caught off guard. A sales assistant, maybe a few years older than him, stood with a friendly smile, holding a few items she was arranging on a nearby display. Peter felt his face flush.

“Uh, yeah… I, um, was just looking at the, uh…” He pointed vaguely towards the window display. “The red and black set over there.”

The assistant followed his gaze and nodded knowingly. “Great choice! That’s one of our most popular items. Is it for a special occasion?”

Peter coughed nervously, his eyes glued to the floor. “Valentine’s Day… for my girlfriend.”

“Oh, that’s sweet! I’m sure she’ll love it,” she said, walking toward the display to grab the set. “Let me grab her size. Do you know her measurements?”

Peter’s heart skipped a beat. Measurements? Right. Measurements.

“Uh… measurements?” He repeated, panic slowly building in his chest. Why hadn’t he thought about this? He knew so much about you, down to the smallest details—your favorite flower, how you liked your pizza, the way you always scrunched up your nose when you concentrated—but lingerie sizes? That was a complete mystery.

Peter scratched the back of his head, feeling heat rush to his cheeks. “I, uh… I don’t know her exact size.”

The sales assistant gave him a reassuring smile, sensing his discomfort. “That’s okay! Do you know her bra size? That might help.”

Peter gulped, trying to remember. He’d seen you in enough bras to have some idea, but he’d never really paid attention to the numbers. “I… think it’s, um… maybe (a size) ? Somewhere around there.” He rubbed his forehead, wishing he could vanish.

The assistant chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, we can work with that. I’ll grab it for you.”

She disappeared into the back of the store, leaving Peter standing alone, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, feeling completely out of place. Why did this feel like one of the most embarrassing moments of his life? And why was he still imagining you in that lingerie?

Moments later, the assistant returned with a neatly folded set in her hands, placing it in a sleek black silk bag. “Here you go. I think this will be perfect for her.”

Peter exhaled, grateful that this part was over. “Thanks,” he mumbled, taking the bag and heading straight to the register.

As he left the store, his heart still raced, though now it was a mixture of nerves and excitement. He wasn’t sure if you’d laugh at him for buying something like this, or if you’d find it sweet and thoughtful. Maybe both. Either way, he couldn’t wait to see your reaction.

When Peter finally got back to the apartment, he let out a sigh of relief. You weren’t home yet. Good. He quickly opened his closet and shoved the black silk bag under a pile of clothes, burying it deep, just in case you went snooping.

“Okay,” he muttered to himself, closing the closet door. “Tomorrow. It’s all about tomorrow.”

Now all he had to do was wait.

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You dragged yourself through the front door, your body aching from a long, exhausting day. Kicking off your shoes with a tired groan, you shuffled into the living room, your eyes immediately landing on Peter sprawled out on the couch, watching some random show. Without a second thought, you dropped your bag on the floor and flopped down on top of him, burying your face into his chest as you let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Hey, baby, tired?" Peter asked, his voice soft as he wrapped his arms around you, his fingers gently running up and down your back.

"Mmhmm," you mumbled into his shirt. “You smell nice.”

Peter chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “That’s because I just showered.”

You snuggled deeper into his chest, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent of him. “I needed this. You’re the best pillow.”

“I try,” he teased, his hand stroking your hair in slow, soothing motions. You could feel the tension of the day melting away, your body relaxing against him.

For a while, you just laid there, enjoying the warmth of his body, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. But as cozy as you were, you knew you had to freshen up. Reluctantly, you pushed yourself up with a sigh. “Alright, I should get changed before I fall asleep right here.”

Peter smiled, watching you with affection as you shuffled to your room. “I’ll get dinner started while you change.”

You flashed him a grateful smile before disappearing down the hall. A few minutes later, you emerged from the bedroom in your comfiest clothes, feeling much more refreshed. As you made your way to the kitchen, you noticed something… off. Peter was standing by the stove, stirring something in a pot, but he was quieter than usual. His movements were a bit jittery, and he kept glancing around like he was distracted.

“You okay, Peter?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at him suspiciously.

“Oh, uh, yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he stammered, avoiding eye contact as he quickly stirred the pot a little too enthusiastically.

“O...kay,” you replied slowly, raising an eyebrow at him. Peter was never a great liar, and something was definitely up.

You leaned against the counter, watching him fumble around the kitchen. He was practically vibrating with nervous energy. “Okay, spill it. Did you do something?” Your voice had that playful but warning edge to it, the one you used whenever he was clearly hiding something.

“What? No!” Peter’s eyes widened, and he shook his head, looking like he’d just been caught red-handed.

“Peter…” You crossed your arms, your tone turning more insistent.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck—his classic nervous tell. “Okay, okay, I um I bought your Valentine’s gift, and I can’t wait to show you tomorrow.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, your lips curving into a smile. “Oooo, is it that special?”

Peter’s lips twitched into a confident smirk, his nervousness melting away now that the secret was out. “Uh-huh. You’ll love it, trust me.”

“The way you’re acting all smug makes me think my gift for you is going to lose the battle,” you pouted as you leaned in closer to him.

Peter leaned down, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, teasing kiss. “Come on, anything from you is special,” he whispered against your lips, sending a shiver down your spine.

You playfully rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the warmth spreading through your chest. “Alright, Mr. Flirt. But if my gift doesn’t wow you, you only have yourself to blame.”

Peter laughed, pressing another quick kiss to your forehead. “I don’t think that’s possible.”

He returned to cooking, but you could still see that mischievous glint in his eyes. Whatever he had planned for tomorrow, it was going to be something special. But for now, you were just content to be here with him, enjoying the calm before whatever surprise awaited you.

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The morning sun poured through the windows as you and Peter strolled into your favorite little breakfast café. The scent of fresh coffee and warm pastries filled the air as you both took a seat by the window, the Valentine’s Day mood setting in perfectly. You smiled across the table at Peter, the excitement buzzing in you all morning.

“Is it something I wanted?” You asked, taking a sip of your coffee.

Peter smirked, his eyes twinkling as he reached for his cup. “Not really. But patience, Bug.”

“Ugh, Peterrrr,” you groaned dramatically, leaning back in your chair. “You know I’m dying to see what you got me.”

Peter chuckled. “Just a few more hours. It’ll be worth the wait, promise.”

After breakfast, you both parted ways for your classes, though your mind kept drifting back to the gift. What could Peter have possibly gotten that made him so smug? The suspense was killing you, and your excitement only grew as the hours passed.

Finally, after classes ended, you and Peter met up at a cozy café near campus. You sipped on your coffee, both of you catching up on your day, but you could barely focus on anything else.

“I can’t wait anymore! What did you get me?” You asked, your voice full of anticipation.

Peter chuckled softly, clearly enjoying dragging this out. “Patience, baby.”

“Parker, I’m serious!” You pouted, giving him a glare.

Peter smiled, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “Okay, okay. Just a few more minutes till we reach home.”

As soon as you both stepped through the front door, you were practically buzzing with excitement. You bounced on your heels, looking at Peter expectantly.

“Alright, alright,” Peter laughed, holding up his hands in surrender. “I got you two gifts.”

“Two?!” You exclaimed, eyes wide. “Not fair, Parker. I only got you one!”

Peter shrugged with a grin. “That’s fine. Give me yours first.”

You hurried to the bedroom, grabbing the gift bag you’d carefully prepared, and brought it back to him. Peter's sitting in the living room now. He’s eyes lit up as you handed to him. He reached inside the bag, pulling out the custom-made Star Wars sweatshirt.

“Wow, babe! This is awesome,” he said, his face lighting up like a Christmas tree as he ran his fingers over the design. “I love it.”

But it wasn’t until he pulled out the handwritten letter that his eyes really softened. He looked at you, wide-eyed, his heart clearly touched. “This… this is so sweet. Thank you so much.”

“I’m glad you like it,” you said with a smile, feeling warmth spread through your chest.

Peter leaned over and kissed you gently. “I love it.”

“My turn now,” he said, standing up and heading toward the closet. You sat up straighter, your heart racing as Peter came back with two small bags.

He handed you a small, beautifully wrapped box first, and your fingers quickly tore through the wrapping. You gently opened the box, revealing a delicate silver chain with a spider web pendant. Your eyes lit up as you held it up, admiring the intricate design—it was so Peter.

“Peter, this is beautiful!” You gasped, your fingers gently tracing the pendant. Emotion tightened your throat. “I love it. It’s perfect.”

Relief washed over him, and he let out a small sigh. “I’m glad you like it. I just thought—well, you know, since—”

You smiled, cutting him off with a soft kiss. “It’s perfect, babe. Thank you.”

Peter smiled, his eyes warm. “Here, let me.” He took the necklace from you and gently clasped it around your neck, the cool silver resting perfectly against your skin. “There. It looks perfect on you.”

You touched the pendant, feeling your heart swell with affection. “Thank you,” you whispered, giving him another kiss on the cheek.

But then Peter hesitated, holding out a small black silk bag, looking more nervous than you'd seen him in a while. Your curiosity piqued as you took it, untying the delicate ribbon and opening the bag.

Your eyes widened when you saw what was inside—a silky red-and-black lingerie set. His suit's colors. You looked up at Peter, who was biting his lip nervously, his face a little flushed.

“Peter Parker… did you just buy me lingerie? ” You asked, your tone both amused and surprised.

Peter rubbed the back of his neck, clearly sheepish. “Uh, yeah. I saw it and… I don’t know, I thought you’d look amazing in it. I mean, you always do, but—uh, you know.” His words tumbled out awkwardly.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, not at him but at the idea of Peter standing in a lingerie store picking out something like this. The thought was both endearing and unexpected.

You pulled the lingerie out of the bag to admire it. It was delicate, silky, and very… Peter. “Red and black, huh? Your colors?”

Peter chuckled, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. “Yeah, I guess I couldn’t resist. Do you… like it?”

You looked up at him, your heart fluttering at the thought of him stepping out of his comfort zone for this. “I love it. You’re adorable, you know that?”

Peter let out a relieved laugh. “I was so nervous. I didn’t know if you’d think it was weird.”

You shook your head, grinning. “Not weird at all. In fact… I’m impressed. I didn’t think you had it in you to buy something like this.”

Peter chuckled again, still bashful. “Well, I guess there’s a first time for everything.”

You leaned in, kissing his cheek softly. “You’ve got good taste.”

Peter’s heart skipped a beat. “Yeah? So you’re not freaked out or anything?”

“Not at all,” you replied with a smirk before excitement took over. “I’m gonna go put it on!”

You ran to your bedroom with a bounce in your step. Peter watched you disappear. He swallowed hard, a nervous laugh escaping him, fidgeting, trying to act casual, but his heart raced faster than when he swung between skyscrapers as he imagined what you’d look like. He had always thought you were stunning, but this… this felt different.

After a few moments, you called out from the bedroom, "Peter, close your eyes!"

He blinked, realizing he’d been staring at the door, waiting in anticipation. "O-okay!" He quickly squeezed his eyes shut, his foot tapping anxiously.

He heard the door creaked open, and then your voice, "Okay, you can open them now."

When Peter opened his eyes, he felt his breath catch in his throat. There you stood, in front of him, wearing the red and black babydoll lingerie. The fabric hugged your body perfectly, accentuating every curve in a way that had Peter's mind reeling. His gaze trailed over you, from the delicate straps on your shoulders, to the way the red lace contrasted against your skin, all the way down to the short hem that barely grazed your thighs.

“Holy…,” Peter whispered, eyes wide, lips parted in awe. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. Every inch of you screamed perfection, and he felt his body reacting instantly. His jeans felt tighter, and his heart pounded like crazy.

You gave him a playful twirl, showing off how the fabric moved against your skin. “Someone’s excited,” you teased, noticing his boner, his eyes roaming over you like you were the only thing that existed in the world. "So… what do you think, Spidey?"

Peter swallowed hard, his mind struggling to form words. "I… you… wow." He stood up, slowly making his way over to you, his eyes never leaving yours. "You look… I don’t even have words for how beautiful you are."

You blushed under his intense gaze, biting your lip. "You sure? You're kind of just staring."

"Yeah," he whispered, his hands hovering near your waist but not quite touching yet. "I can't help it. You look incredible."

His eyes roamed over you again, and you could feel the heat in his gaze. It was like he couldn't decide where to focus—your legs, your chest, your eyes—he wanted to take in every detail. Slowly, his hands moved to your waist, fingers brushing lightly over the soft fabric.

"I’m glad you like it," you teased softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. "It fits perfectly, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it does," Peter murmured, his hands sliding up your sides now, feeling the lace and satin beneath his fingertips. "And, God, you look even better in it than I imagined." His voice was low, almost a growl, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

He pressed his forehead against yours, his hands now trailing lower, down to the curve of your hips. "You’re perfect," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours lightly.

You laughed softly, feeling the heat of his breath against your skin. "Peter, you’re staring again."

"I know," he admitted with a smirk, his hands now gripping your waist firmly, pulling you closer. "Can’t help it. You’re just… I mean, how am I supposed to keep my hands off you when you look like this?"

"Who said you had to?" You whispered, your lips barely brushing his.

That was all the encouragement Peter needed. His lips crashed into yours with a hunger that took your breath away, his hands roaming freely now, exploring every inch of your body. His touch was warm, his grip possessive, as if he wanted to memorize the way you felt beneath his hands.

You gasped against his lips as his hands moved lower, squeezing your ass before sliding up to your waist again. "Peter," you breathed, feeling the heat building between you. His lips moved from yours, trailing down your neck, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses along your skin.

"You’re driving me crazy," he murmured against your collarbone, his hands gripping the lace at your hips, pulling you flush against him. "You have no idea how hard it is to keep it together right now."

You chuckled softly, running your fingers through his curls. "Then don’t."

Peter’s breath hitched, his entire body tensing as his heated gaze locked onto yours. His hands twitched at his sides, barely holding himself back. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, and in one swift motion, he scooped you up effortlessly, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

You giggled in surprise as he carried you toward the bed, his lips brushing lightly against your neck. Gently, Peter laid you down, his hands caressing your body as his eyes trailed over you, like he was memorizing every detail. His heart pounded, and the desire in his eyes was impossible to hide.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Peter murmured, his voice rough with need as he hovered over you, his breath warm against your skin. His eyes darkened with desire as he leaned down, capturing your lips in a rough, heated kiss. His hands, trembling with urgency, slid over the curve of your waist, down to your hips, his fingers gripping you possessively as if he couldn’t get enough.

You kissed him back eagerly, your fingers threading through his messy curls, tugging him closer as the kiss deepened. Peter’s lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, his kisses hot and fevered, before moving lower, grazing your neck. His lips grew more insistent, and when he found that sensitive spot that made you gasp, he didn’t hesitate to suck hard, leaving a trail of marks in his wake, each one claiming you in a way that sent shivers down your spine.

“Mmm, Peter,” you breathed out, arching your neck to give him more access. Your hands ran over his back, feeling the tension in his muscles as he worked his mouth down your body.

Peter’s hands moved lower, tugging on the ribbon that held the lingerie together in the middle of your chest. The fabric loosened, exposing your boobs to him. His eyes darkened even more, and without missing a beat, he lowered his mouth to one of your nipples, sucking gently at first before he let his tongue swirl around it. His other hand moved to your other boob, squeezing and massaging it, his thumb brushing over your sensitive skin.

“Peter…” you moaned softly, your fingers tightening in his hair as the pleasure rippled through you. The feeling of his hot mouth and strong hands on your body was overwhelming, in the best way possible.

Peter groaned against your skin, loving every sound you made. “You're so soft,” he muttered between kisses, his voice deep and full of raw emotion. He switched to your other boob, lavishing it with just as much attention, his lips sucking and biting gently, making you shiver beneath him.

Your back arched off the bed, your breathing coming out in ragged gasps as Peter continued his assault on your senses. He was relentless, his hands roaming over your body as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

“You have no idea what you're doing to me,” Peter growled softly, his lips brushing against your collarbone as his hands moved lower, tracing the curves of your hips. “I’ve been thinking about this… about you… all day.”

You moaned in response, your body on fire from his touch. “Peter… please…” You didn’t even know what you were asking for, but you needed more—more of him, more of everything.

Peter grinned against your skin. With a gentle yet confident movement, he slipped his hand under your babydoll lingerie, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You gasped softly, feeling his fingertips trace the curves of your body with a slow, deliberate reverence. As he tugged your thong down, a rush of excitement coursed through you, your heart racing with anticipation.

“Peter,” you breathed, your voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and desire.

He grinned against your skin, sensing your need. “Patience, baby,” he teased, his voice low and teasing as his hands continued exploring. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his warmth enveloping you, making you melt against him, craving more of his touch. “I’m not done with you yet,” he whispered, his words a promise. You shivered at the thought, knowing Peter wouldn’t stop until you were completely undone.

Then, as if sensing your desire, he began to trail kisses down your body, moving lower and lower. The sensation of his lips against your skin made your breath hitch. When he finally reached your most sensitive spot, he paused for a moment, looking up at you with an intensity that made your heart race.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. Before you could respond, he dove in, his mouth capturing you in a way that made your back arch and your fingers tangle in his hair.

Every flick of his tongue sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you couldn’t help but gasp, your body reacting instinctively to his every move. “Peter… oh my god,” you moaned, the sensations overwhelming yet intoxicating.

He expertly teased you, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer movements that had you losing track of time. As he continued to work his mouth against you, you felt one of his fingers slip between your folds, teasingly tracing your entrance.

“Peter…” you gasped, your breath hitching at the new sensation. He looked up at you with a smirk, and then he slowly pushed a finger inside you, filling you completely. You gasped at the stretch, a mix of pleasure and intensity flooding your senses.

He began to move his finger in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue as he lavished attention on your most sensitive spot. The dual sensations were overwhelming, drawing soft moans from your lips. “Just like that,” you encouraged, your voice shaky with pleasure.

Peter added another finger, stretching you deliciously as he worked to find that perfect spot inside you. Each thrust of his fingers, combined with the swirling of his tongue, sent you spiraling closer to the edge. You could feel the heat pooling in your core, tightening with every movement.

“Please, don’t stop,” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper.

With a determined glint in his eye, Peter picked up the pace, his fingers curling and pressing deep within you while his mouth continued its teasing work. The world around you faded away, and all that mattered was the pleasure building within you.

Finally, with one last wave of his skilled mouth and fingers, you felt the tension snap. “Peter!” You cried out, your body arching as you succumbed to the bliss of your release, waves of pleasure washing over you.

Peter lingered for a moment longer, his fingers still moving gently inside you as you came down from your high, the warmth of his body grounding you. He watched your trembling form with a smug grin, clearly pleased with himself, his gaze full of satisfaction. Slowly, he pulled out his fingers, leaving you breathless and dazed, completely captivated by the intensity of what had just happened.

But as he stood up, his eyes still locked on yours, your heart began to race again. You watched, mesmerized, as he stripped off his clothes, each piece falling away with deliberate slowness, sending a fresh wave of anticipation coursing through your veins. The room felt electric, the heat between you two growing once more.

He stood before you, his body beautifully sculpted, muscles glistening in the soft light. You couldn't help but admire him—his lean frame, the way his skin looked almost flawless, and the sight of his tip, red and aching for you. The raw need in his gaze made your breath hitch again, the air thick with desire.

Peter caught you staring, a playful smirk crossing his lips as he climbed back onto the bed. He reached for a condom, tearing open the package with a quick, practiced motion before rolling it onto himself. The sight sent another wave of heat through you.

“Ready for me, baby?” He whispered, hovering over you once more, his lips brushing against yours in a slow, tantalizing kiss. The taste of you lingered on your lips as he kissed you deeply, pouring all his desire into the moment.

When he pulled back slightly, his eyes bore into yours, a mixture of affection and lust swirling within them. “I want to make you feel amazing,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire.

Without breaking eye contact, he positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you with the tip of his cock. You could feel the heat radiating from him, your body instinctively arching against him, craving his fullness.

In one smooth motion, he pushed inside you, his movements confident and assured. The sensation was blissful, your bodies fitting together perfectly as he filled you completely. You gasped at the sudden stretch, feeling utterly consumed by him.

“Fuck, Peter,” you breathed, your body welcoming him, the familiar pleasure sparking to life within you.

He began to move, his thrusts steady and deep, every push sending waves of ecstasy crashing over you. You felt alive, completely lost in the moment, your body responding eagerly to his every move.

“Just like that,” you encouraged, your hands gripping his shoulders as he established a rhythm, driving you both higher and higher. Each thrust felt electric, igniting every nerve ending in your body. You could see the determination etched on his face, the way his brows furrowed in concentration mixed with pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his voice a mixture of awe and need.

You locked your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as you met each thrust with your own movements, eager to take him fully. Your breaths mingled, and the sounds of skin against skin filled the room, creating a symphony of passion.

Peter’s lips found yours again, and you melted into the kiss, losing yourself in him completely. The world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the bliss you were both creating, the connection that bound you together in this moment.

With each thrust, he drove you closer to the edge once more. You could feel the pressure building within you, the waves of pleasure crashing over you, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. “Peter… I’m so close,” you gasped, feeling the familiar tension coiling within you.

“Just a little more,” he urged, his voice husky with desire as he increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more frantic, more desperate. “I want to feel you come for me again.”

With that, the heat inside you peaked, and you felt yourself teetering on the brink. “I can’t hold on much longer,” you gasped, your body trembling in anticipation.

“Then let go for me,” he commanded softly, his breath hot against your ear as he thrust deeply once more.

With a final push, you let yourself fall over the edge, your body shuddering as pleasure consumed you, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over you. “Peter!” You cried out, the bliss flooding your senses as you surrendered completely to the moment.

As you rode out your orgasm, you felt Peter’s rhythm falter, his body responding to your release. With a few more deep thrusts, he followed you into bliss, groaning your name as he found his release, the two of you lost in each other.

Peter collapsed on you, face buried in the crook of your neck, his warm body melting against yours as the aftershocks of pleasure coursed through you both. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed heavily, the warmth of his skin grounding you in the aftermath of your shared bliss.

After a moment, he pulled out slowly, and you couldn’t help but whimper at the sudden emptiness. The sensation lingered, a bittersweet reminder of how perfectly he had filled you just moments before. You looked over at him, still in your babydoll lingerie, and found him gazing at you with a mixture of awe and affection.

Peter discarded the condom, tossing it into the nearby trash before laying beside you, his eyes softening. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss you softly. The kiss was gentle, filled with sweetness and intimacy, a stark contrast to the heat of the moment that had just passed.

You smiled against his lips, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the physical connection you had just shared. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Peter,” you replied, your heart fluttering at the tenderness in his voice.

He pulled back slightly, still holding your gaze. “I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate,” he said, a teasing grin breaking through the softness. You laughed softly, feeling giddy and cherished.

“You really know how to make me feel special,” you replied, playfully nudging him.

“You deserve it,” he said, his expression turning sincere as he brushed a stray hair behind your ear. “You’re everything to me, you know that?”

Your heart swelled at his words, feeling like the luckiest person in the world. “You too,” you said softly, leaning in to capture his lips in another tender kiss.

As you settled into the post-bliss afterglow, you felt a comforting warmth spread between you, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around you like a soft blanket. You nestled into his side, feeling safe and loved, your heart full.

Peter wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer as you both basked in the glow of your shared affection. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you, perfectly content in each other's presence.

“What do you want to do now?” He asked, his voice low and warm.

You pondered for a moment, considering the possibilities. “Maybe we could watch a movie or just stay here and cuddle?”

“We can do both,” he replied, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I like that,” with that, you both settled into a comfortable silence.

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Hiraeth is an 18+ supernatural mystery, that explores the complexities of love, loss, and the unshakable pull of home, set against the backdrop of a town shrouded in mystery and darkness.

You’ve built a successful career, started a new life, and finally found your place among new friends, miles away from the small town you once called home. But just when you thought you’d left that life behind, your brother calls in a panic—your mother has died suddenly in her sleep. Now, you’re forced to return and confront the past you tried so hard to escape.

As you settle your mother’s affairs, long-buried memories and forgotten connections begin to resurface. Your home town has always felt off, but it turns out to be steeped in unsettling mysteries that seem to revolve around your family, pulling you into a dark web of supernatural forces and ancient secrets. With each discovery, the line between your family’s past and the town’s fate becomes more blurred, and the closer you get to the truth, the more dangerous it becomes.

Can you unravel the truth behind your mother’s death, navigate the town’s strange supernatural forces, and maybe even find love amidst the chaos? Or will the town’s dark pull consume you before you can save yourself—or anyone else?

Content warnings include: explicit language, sexual themes, substance use, violence, death, grief, trauma, and possible unhealthy relationship dynamics.

Design Your MC: Customize everything from your character’s name, appearance, clothing style, living situation, to their sexuality and gender identity. Tailor your MC to fit your vision.

Career Choices: Choose from 5 distinct jobs—Artist, Writer, Teacher, Private Investigator, or Bartender—each with unique scenes, stats effects, and side characters to interact with, influencing how you approach the town’s mysteries and the bonds you build.

Curate Your Personality: Shape how your MC reacts to the strange events of Hiearth, from calm and collected to impulsive and emotional. Your choices will influence how other characters view and interact with you.

Romance Options: Develop deep, meaningful relationships with 1 of 4 love interests, including your childhood best friend, your ex, a mysterious new comer, or the son of the town's most powerful family. Pursue solo or poly relationships, each with its own layers and dynamics.

Explore and Discover: As you dig into the town’s dark past and your own forgotten memories, you'll encounter supernatural elements, ancient family secrets, and long-buried powers that shape your destiny.

Branching Narratives: The choices you make don’t just affect you—they can mend or break relationships with other characters, help you discover certain clues, or effect the town, altering some of the course of the story.

Niccolo [he/him] – Niccolo, the son of Hiraeth’s most powerful family, is a few years older than you and a figure you’ve only heard about through rumors. Descending from one of the town's founders, his life is defined by privilege, yet wealth and indulgence never seem to satisfy him. He seeks out fleeting thrills—cycling through lovers, dabbling in drugs, or instigating fights—but only art truly captivates him. When he's not out partying, Nicco spends hours in galleries or locked away in his studio, trying to capture the beauty of life that constantly eludes him. His reckless nature is tempered by a charm that’s magnetic, flirty, and dangerous in equal measure, always hiding a deeper restlessness beneath the surface.

Appearance – Nicco has fawn skin, sharp features, and perfectly tousled black curls that add to his hauntingly elegant look. His dark, bottomless eyes exude a mysterious intensity, hinting at a life far older than his years. His style is tailored dark clothing, favoring leather jackets, sleek trousers, and crisp button-ups. Rings and necklaces complete his look, adding to his timeless sophistication, though his polished appearance conceals the chaos that brews just beneath.

Althea [she/her] – New to you and Hiraeth, Althea and her nomadic family recently moved into a once-abandoned apartment building at the town's edge. Their arrived is far from coincidental, and there’s more history between her family and the town than she realizes. Fiercely protective and quick to fight, Althea’s guarded nature hides a deeply loyal, soft side known only to her loved ones. Her sharp reflexes and predatory grace hint at something primal she struggles to control. When not skateboarding, she can be found ice skating at the local rink.

Appearance: Althea has mahogany skin and golden brown eyes that gleam dangerously when angered. Her shoulder-length black hair is styled in a full, natural afro. She favors practical, clothes like baggy tees, crop tops, high-waisted cargo jeans, and flannels, which conceal scars linked to her family's buried secret. Despite her tough style, she carries herself with a quiet elegance, always prepared for whatever comes her way.

Magnus [he/they] – Magnus is your ex, a childhood friend you’ve known since kindergarten and dated in high school. The two of broke up when you left for college, and you haven’t spoken to him since. They now run the Witch’s Brew café, a family business passed down from their mother’s side. When not managing the café, Magnus enjoys thrifting, gardening, and composing music effortlessly. His personality is bubbly and humorous, with a laugh that’s oddly melodic, capable of shifting between playful and reflective moods, always leaving people curious about the depths beneath.

Appearance: Magnus has honey brown eyes, golden skin, and a medium-length wolf cut styled half-up. His gender-neutral style blends earthy tones with pops of color, often wearing crocheted sweaters, embroidered vests, skirts, and loose pants. Their outfits are always paired with vintage jewelry, each with a story to tell. There's an ethereal quality to their appearance, as if they belong to another world, yet they fit perfectly into the one they inhabit.

Elias [he/him] – Elias is your childhood best friend, and like Magnus, you’ve known each other since kindergarten. His family, the MacConnells, have a longstanding rivalry with the mayor’s family, but Elias isn’t concerned with politics. He prefers books, writing, and swimming, which suits his quiet, disciplined nature. When not helping his mother with real estate or attending family events, Elias retreats to his cabin, finding peace in the lake where he feels a deep, ancient connection. Though calm and controlled now, he’s changed from the crybaby you once knew, becoming someone who hides his emotions beneath a serene exterior.

Appearance: Elias has pale cameo skin and long platinum-blond hair, often worn in loose waves. His sharp blue eyes, framed by glasses, add to his studious look. His style is comfortable and put together—Oxford platforms, knit sweaters, oversized sweatshirts, overalls, and well-worn jeans. He always carries a leather canvas bag filled with his many unfinished thoughts and stories.

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How does each of the main aeiwam cast react to spiders?

Ichigo: "...Why's my leg itchyyYEAUGH! DAMMIT!" *scoops spider up in piece of paper, opens window and throws it out* "OUTSIDE! SHOO! I hate it when they sneak up and on me...

Orihime: Had an intense close personal friendship with a Joro Spider that had made it's web on her apartment balcony when she was six. It's death at the end of summer was her first real experience with mortal loss, and she mourned it for weeks. She still recalls "Joro-San" fondly.

Uryuu: Secretly dreams of Spiders large enough to spin actual ropes of silk- the stuff is a marvel of chemical engineering, and would be incredibly useful to him as a Doctor or Fashion Designer. He feels like the difficulty of harvesting Spidersilk is the main thing holding back a Golden age of Humanity, and is disturbed to find out he shares ANY opinion with Mayuri Kurotsuichi.

Tatsuki: Paralyticly Phobic of spiders. Understands and appreciates their importance in the ecosystem, knows they can't hurt her and that the phobia is an irrational reflex, and even thinks some of them 'look cool as hell'. The second there's a live one in her presence, she locks up and can't move until someone removes it. (Usually Ichigo, because Orihime will just stare at it, fascinated).

Chad: Has a Pet Kitchen Spider. thought about shooing flies in it's direction, then felt bad for the flies.

Kon: Is a cat, hunts them, and will have nuanced discussions about how different spiders taste with Yuzu, the one person who will tolerate that analysis.

Keigo: Screams theatrically and jumps away and into someone's arms if they're there, but that's just how he reacts to anything that startles him.

Mizuiro: Fascinated by them, will stare at them with Orihime and tell her fun facts about Joro-Gumo Yokai and other lore, which delights her to no end.

Yoruichi: Like Kon, enjoys toying with them before eating them.

Urahara: Curled into the farthest corner, screaming, crying, throwing up, and begging Yoruichi to STOP FUCKING AROUND AND GET RID OF IT!

Rukia: *entirely genuine, with a huge spider crawling on top of her hair* "...what Spider?"

(Seireitei Squad Under The Cut)

Yamamoto: Utterly fails to notice or care. There are so many things he's seen that are so much worse, and honestly? Even when he was a young man he didn't give a shit. He slept rough delivering messages, waking up in the dirt with half a dozen bugs on him was normal.

Sasakibe: Thinks they're delightful. So many elegant designs! Such perfect sense of when to strike! Such patience! He finds out about Diving Spiders and goes Ape Shit. THEY MAKE THEIR ON SCUBA TANKS!!

Soi Fon: Spiders are cool but not as cool as wasps and hornets :)

Omaeda: Also has a Pet Kitchen Spider, but does not feel bad about shooing flies into it's web at all.

Gin: Isn't actually sure what spiders are, or if they're even real. He's seeing sixteen dimensions at once, something that minuscule gets lost in the noise. Still thinks that someone Screaming "SPIDER!" and everyone flailing around in fear or suddenly attacking the walls and furniture is a social game like "The Floor Is Lava"

Rose: Thinks they're cool right up until they're in his personal space and then they are VERY SCARY.

Izuru: Was the designated spider-wrangler for the third from the first day he transferred in, because everyone else is a huge bitch about them. he plays it cool, but he's actually creeped out by the really big ones.

Unohana: Spiders are garden Friends :) often heard verbally encouraging them to destroy her garden pests with calls of "GET HIS ASS!" coming from the Hydrangeas.

Isane: Everyone is sort of surprised how chill Isane is about dealing with spiders- even Yamada's Actually Dangerous Specimens- and she shrugs and tells them that she deals with more dangerous things every day, especially over in Pharmacology. It keeps the focus off the Bug she's actually terrified of: Butterflies.

Hanataro: Do Not Ask The Head Of Toxicology And 11th Division Pocket Medic About Spiders Unless You Are Prepared For A Seven-Hour Lecture With A Pop Quiz At The End.

Aizen: HUGE fan of Spiders. What splendid creatures- look at how carefully the spider selects the anchor points of it's web, the skillfulness with which it weaves. Such incredible patience, waiting for the lines of tension it's woven to snare it's game- though I suppose such patience is easier when the fly's capture is inevitable >:)

Shinji and Hiyori: *Screaming and flailing, hitting things at random (mostly each other) in a blind panic, because they share a braincell and that cell is TERRIFIED of spiders* "It's so fast!" "It was huge! It had to be a tarantula!" "We should burn the division down, just to be sure."

Momo: Escorted the little garden spider outside in a cup like ten minutes ago, and forgot about it because that's such a routine chore, and she was having a more important phone call at the time.

Byakuya: Rarely notices spiders, but sometimes one will scuttle across his desk and he'll stop to watch it for the seven minutes it takes to actually cross his desk with a neutral expression, before resuming whatever he was doing. It's a pleasant diversion for him, not unlike watching the koi fish swim around in the compound pond, and he resumes his duties feeling spiritually refreshed by that chance encounter with nature.

Renji: Not bothered by Spiders. VERY Bothered by his Boss's fucking peculiar-ass reaction to a spider wandering across his desk because to Renji, it looked like Byakuya had never actually seen a spider before and was staring at it with an expression that indicated his higher brain functions had ceased entirely. Is currently making plans to study "The Captain Kuchiki Spider Brain Glitch" by catching a bunch of spiders in a jar and releasing them into his office to see what happens.

Komamura: He's particularly fond of Jumping spiders, because they sing little songs while hunting that he can hear if it's really quiet. They're very cute. Gets very upset when people kill spiders or talk about killing them.

Iba: Not afraid of spiders but doesn't know what to do when they're in his way. Killed one in front of Komamura once when he was a little kid and Komamura was still his babysitter, Sajin gave him a huge and very upset lecture about respecting life in all it's forms... but did not actually teach Iba how to remove them. So every time he sees one he sorta stands there for a minute and hopes it will move, before yelling "BOSS!"

Shunsui: Does not want to admit how much Spiders freak him out. It's not fear, precisely- more of a disgust reaction. All bugs make his skin crawl and he understands how important they are, but can they do all that ecology stuff Far Away From Him, Please And Thank You?

Nanao: Like Unohana, reveres spiders as pest control. She takes it a step further, and actively collects Jumping Spider egg sacs as she finds them in the archives and tends to them over winter so when early spring comes, she can release several hundred thousand spiderlings into the archives to destroy the mites, bookworms, moth larvae and other archive pests before they can get a foothold. She usually does this while dumping out the entire terrarium and cackling manically.

Lisa: Immediately joins in on Nanao's Spider Propagation Project, much to Shunsui's horror.

Tousen: If there is a sudden shriek and burst of profanities and hexes in the ninth division, 90% chance it's because Kaname walked into a spider web again, his LEAST favorite texture in the Universe. Yes, including the curse nails. He'd keep them in his spine if it meant he'd never walk into another spiderweb.

Kensei: Often cracked open a beer while watching the evening news during his exile in the living world. Sometimes it was several beers, or something stronger if he'd had a rough day. One night, it was a bottle of Fireball as he watched the news, and felt too intoxicated to change the channel from the newshour, so he kept watching when PBS Nature came on, and damn near pissed himself laughing when he saw the Peacock Spider's Mating Dance. Full on Howling, tears streaming down his face, barely able to breathe, Pterodactyl-noises laughing. Nothing has been funnier before or since to him, so now whenever he sees a spider he starts guffawing and stop to explain WHY.

Shuuhei: Deeply confused by the fact spiders keep coming indoors. "Why are you all here?" he asks, doing a cobweb patrol with the broom before his boss gets back from the inter-division meeting. "What are you eating? Crumbs? Lint? Is it Lint you eat?"

Mashiro: Has a grasshopper-type Zanpakuto who is not a fan, so she attempts to destroy any spider she sees in solidarity. Usually misses and destroys something else.

Matsumoto: Spiders are cool, but not as cool as snakes :)

Hitsugaya: Grew up on a farm, and shares Momo's total non-reactivity to them. It's even deeper, because his constant ambient chill means spiders never climb on him if they can't help it.

Zaraki: Used to agitate Yumichika and Ikkaku by eating them. Now he agitates them by wandering off the trail during 11th Division Boot Camp or other deployments and coming back with extremely dangerous ones and handing them to Hanataro "fer yer collection". The 11th Division's Pocket Medic has explained toxicology at length to him, and now Zaraki thinks of various medicines as "Spider Pills" and "Scorpion Juice".

Yachiru: Still eats spiders. She's the sole exception to the Wrath of Komamura, because there is no malice or fear in her actions- it's perfectly natural and morally upstanding Carnivory. The rest of you are being irrational and jerks.

Ikkaku: Sometimes regrets his life choices when he sees the freak he's sworn loyalty to walk out of the trees with something venomous enough to kill half the gotei-13 with a single bite crawling over his face, then realizes that's FUCKING BADASS and is assured that he made the right choices.

Yumichika: *currently sneaking up behind Ikkaku with a fake spider on a string to affectionately terrorize him*

Mayuri: Unlike Uuryu, Mayuri isn't a Weenie, and he's making his dreams of Milkable Spiders the Size of Cattle a reality.

Nemu: Helping with that. This one is hers. She named it #47, after it's designation, Specimen Number 47.

Ukitake, *entirely genuine, with a huge spider crawling across his forehead* "...There's a spider in here?"

#Bleach #bleach fanfiction #AEIWAM #an elephant is warm and mushy #Spiders #some people are more chill than others #and some are straight up failing perception checks

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Heyy!

How do you think Armando would react if you were kidnapped by an enemyy?

𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

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-> synopsis: what would happen if you got kidnapped due to a deal gone wrong?

-> format: imagine/short story.

-> theme: angst w/ conflicting ending.

-> warnings: mature language, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of violence, mentions of cartel activities.

-> authors note: sorry for my lack of updates, I’m currently on holiday!! I’m catching up though, hope you enjoy! 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 🌸

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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, with Armando out with his crew, you was left with your two kids: Isabella and Alejandro. With the littlest girl sleeping, you was perked up on the couch with Alejandro who was playing with his trains.

The translucent curtains allowed a dimmed version of a sunbeam to shine throughout the old money house, the classic elements of the pillars and brick walls being lit up in the process. The architectural style being your idea, loving the thought of elegance combined with the old style. Your design coming to life due to your husband: Armando.

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

You found out what Armando’s real life was after a year of dating. Devastated, you ran away, needing some space after the web of lies that was just uncovered. But there was a problem.

Who has ever successfully hid from the cartel?

A couple of days passed and a knock was heard on your cabin door, your new house for a while which allowed you to gather your thoughts about the revelation. Confused, you slowly moved to the window to look outside at who it was. However, the positioning of the wooden panelled window did not give you the angle to see who was standing at the door. Sighing while turning the knob, it was no surprise to who it was.

Armando Aretas. His tall, muscular build towering over you as he waits silently for you to speak. His face doesn’t show an ounce of anger, more so, shame. His broad arm pointed to a space behind you, showing it to be a seat as he implies if he’s allowed inside. Shaking your head, you walk over to your living space as he follows behind. Not before ordering his two men to wait out there. He’s a high profile man, he always needs an entourage.

Sitting down, he rubs his palms together while messing with his ring on the index finger. The ring was beautiful, showing its realness as each intricate diamond glistened, even with the absence of sunlight to accentuate it. On the sides of the ring was his name and his mother’s: Isabella. A heart separated him and her name.

“After everything, that happened with my mother, i promised myself to be nothing like her. Blinded by my desire to honour her and my family i did some terrible things. I want to live a respectful life, but i did the opposite.”

A pause occurred yet you just sat back and listened.

“I disrespected you mi amor, i thought i was protecting you but i was hurting you instead. I’m sorry.”

Disbelief overtook you as you listened to his words. Tones of regret and purity flowed off his tongue as his deep, husky voice entered your ears, his Mexican accent still being apparent even with his incarceration in Miami.

You wanted to hate him, you wanted to just push him away and live your own life. But, you just couldn’t. So you forgave him instead.

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑, you laid down while flicking through netflix on the television. A few stirs were heard on the electronic but nothing to worry about. Turning on the rom-com, ‘To all the boys i’ve loved before’, the dynamic between Lara Jean and Peter Kavinsky making you laugh. It was funny to see different relationships especially comparing it to yours and Armando’s.

You guys was more of a power couple, the duo everyone looked up to and respected. Maybe that was because of your status and power in the world. Who knows??

A small tap was heard from the adjacent room, causing you to turn your head and freeze. A few seconds went by and you continued to watch the movie in front of you.

A louder crash occured which inflicted a flight or fight response within you. The initial reaction being flight as you make sure your kids are safe out of everything. Quickly grabbing Alejandro’s hands, you dash up the circular stairs that was before the kitchen. Luckily, you had socks on, limiting the thumping sound of your feet hitting the floor.

Opening Isabella’s door, Alejandro quickly ran in. You instruct Alejandro not to move from this room, nodding his head he quickly hugs you and moves by Isabella’s crib. Knowing how smart your boy is, he would have little problems calming his sister back to sleep or taking her out of the crib.

Slowly shutting the door, you quickly run to one of the next rooms and grab a glock. Each room had a keypad that was attached which was used to unlock the door, making the heavily secure. Thank god for Armando.

“Lord, please protect me and my kids. Amen.”

Footsteps trailed past the room you was in as you was preparing yourself. You could hear the grunts of the men who struggled to enter the right code for the locked doors. However, one was open. That was yours.

A man strolled through, glancing around the room with no caution in the world as he believes the house to be empty. There you were in the corner with your gun unlocked,

waiting for your time to strike.

Opening a few drawers, the man peered into one of them; noticing some earrings that were in the marble drawer he took them out. Pure gold wrapped the small gem that sat in the middle of the piece. A small diamond, dazzled in the light, each angle being a mirror for the light to reflect off of. A sight to behold. Smiling, the man put it in his pocket.

Just as he was about to turn around, a pistol was whipped on his head while a hand was wrapped around his mouth. He was knocked out instantly. Slowly laying him down, you walked into the next room, looking for the next guys.

Just as you was about to pop you head around the corner, a click was heard from behind you.

“No seas estúpido.”

𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋, Armando and a few cartel members were sitting in a car. The Mercedes GLS 580 was all black, the rims and exterior was a mattel black while the inside was custom, hand-sewn leather with LED lights wrapped around the interior. Allowing a few of the members to chat amongst themselves, Armando just sat back quietly while going on his phone and then onto the camera system, wanting to check on his family.

He was surprised by the house being quiet, no one in the living room and no one outside. It was the workers day off today as you just wanted a peaceful day just by yourself and the kids, not wanting anyone watching over you. So by your command, be allowed that. However, that seems like it was the wrong decision.

With his eyebrows furrowed, he clicked off the camera system app and now went onto his contacts. Flicking through, he found yours and called it. No answer. No answer.

“¿Por qué no contesta?”

Armando now pushing past some of the workers, leaned over to the front. “Drive faster!”

The workers being confused, obeyed his instructions. Some of the members were now alarmed and were looking back at each other. “Count this fucking money they gave us, Vamos!!”

Frantically counting the mineh, you could just hear murmurs of numbers erupting from the members. Armando continuously called numbers on his phone, his nervousness now turning into frustration.

“Señor, nos quedamos cortos.”

“¿Qué dijeron” His head snapping towards the members who spoke up.

“Boss…”

Before Armando could even say anything else a notification sound was heard from his phone, scrambling towards it, he clicked on the screen. A picture of you was sent, your hands tied and your mouth duct taped. A realisation washed over Armando. He was played.

Throwing his phone in anger, he screamed out loud while getting his gun and shooting it from the roof of the car. The other members crouched down to shield themselves.

“Voy a quemar todo este país.”

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[🌸] 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

- “No seas estúpido” : Don’t be stupid.

- “¿Por qué no contesta?” : Why isn’t she picking up?

- “Voy a quemar todo este país.” : I will burn this whole country

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[🌸] 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @5tarlan7 @tyneshaaa @thedarkworldofhananerea @omg-mymelaninisbeautiful @armandosbabymama @deadpool15 @amplifiedmoan @sarcasticbitchsblog @dyttomori @believeinthefireflies95 @twinklestarslight @milliumizoomi @shurisgf @yeahnohoneybye

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Put On A Show

pairing: Rhysand x reader

warnings: smut, exhibitionism, explicit language, some light degradation, i couldn’t help myself guys sorry

Summary: Rhysand brings you along as a plus one to a celebration at the Court of Nightmares and you put on a special show for your High Lord

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High Lord of the Court of Nightmares.

Lord of Night.

Death Incarnate.

There’s no place for the teasing smiles, the playful jokes or restrained power here. All the things of Rhysand that you’d grown accustomed to was swapped out for that arrogant smirk, the pristine elegance of his attire that exuded centuries of wealth but beyond all of that; his most noticeable accessory was the ebbing darkness that seemed to loom around him. “I’m sorry for how I talk to you down there. I can’t—they can’t see me that way.”

“I promise I won’t take it personally,” You’d told him, meaning it no matter how high your brows shot up when he’d sheepishly handed over your outfit for the night.

If you could call it that.

It was basically see though, soft fabric just barely covering your breasts, criss-crossing at the stomach before settling into a skirt that barely covered your backside when you walked. Rhys had insisted on a little precaution, waving a hand and covering you in tattoos so dark it looked like the night sky was plucked from above and stamped into your skin. The intricate designs didn’t move when you touched them but anytime you’d accidentally brushed into Azriel or bumped shoulders with Mor, the ink smeared. “You marking me or something?”

It was meant as a joke but he’s serious when he answers. “Yes.”

Your roll falls into place when you’re winnowed to the front entrance of the Hewn City and instantly you understand why none of the Inner Circle came here much. The air smelled of mischief; chaos bled from the windows and greed reared its head when the High Lord sauntered through the front doors like he owned the place—he did.

The shift in the room happens quickly, guards dressed to the tee in heavy armor and swords sharp enough to disembowel with one sickening swing; men who’d fought in great battles and devastating wars, bowing to their knees at the sight of him.

This version of Rhysand eats it up, chin high and nose higher as he looked down on each and every person in attendance. Gone was the male with great dreams of peace and prosperity; dreams of a place where people of all types called home without fear of it being ripped from them at any moment.

This version of Rhysand was the fear.

He was the darkness that lurked around at night, waiting and watching patiently for his victims to slip up so he could reach out and capture them in his dark web. “All of this, for me?” The High Lords voice clears across the room easily with everyone so silent, heads bowed and the few who’d bravely raised their eyes to feast on a slice of your skin was met with the silent threat of death by the shadowsinger that followed your flank. “I’m flattered.”

The High Lord sits comfortably in his thrown, legs spread wide and arms lazily spread out on the sides. For the first time since you’d gotten here, he looks at you, beckoning you forward with a cocky little jerk of his head and only when you stand before him does he allow the others to rise. “You sit.” He tells you though, gesturing proudly to the spot on his lap and you resist the urge to see other people’s reactions when you obey.

Despite the dark ambiance, something about the unsettling atmosphere intrigued you; eyes catching over carefully carved dragons with wings that seemed never-ending as it curved around the walls, the crown moulding and ceiling like it was preparing to take flight and burst through the roof. The citizens of the Hewn City, you find are equally as unsettling; groups of people coming up to bow and greet their High Lord, shamelessly taking in the ample curves left on display by your flimsy attire. “Pretty, isn’t she?” The Lord of Darkness questions after a moment, violet eyes fixed on the curve of your spine before settling on the armored male to the left.

The male swallows thickly, his gulp audible when he nods just barely. “Yes, High Lord.”

Rhys hummed in agreement, the back of his hand beginning to trace the curve of your shoulder when you hear some muffled voice coughing out “whore”. The touch leaves and that ebbing darkness grows again, robbing the man who’d dare utter the syllables of his breath. The man’s hands reach for his throat, eyes wide as his mouth gapes open and closed like a fish plucked out of the water and you don’t place your hand on the High Lords chest until the man’s face is a unusual shade of blue. “Aw, let him go. He’s just mad you’ve got me all to yourself,” You lean in closer, voice sultry and a little bored when you settle deeper into his chest. “Poor bastard probably doesn’t even know what to do with his equipment under all that armor.”

Another best of time passes before you hear the desperate gasp behind you and the feeling that washes over you when seeing the part of Rhysand he kept hidden—the all powerful Lord of Destruction ready to ruin anyone in his way.

Lust.

The man is forgotten, carried away by his friends and briefly you notice Cassian and Mor drifting off into the crowd. Azriel remains close by, a healthy enough distance away for you to feel confident enough to grind down on the thick thigh between your legs.

“You should stop that,” The words rumble against your bare back a half a minute later, hands dripping tight at your hips to still the movements. “Unless you plan on giving them a show.”

A brow raises and your neck craned to look Rhysand in the eye, the smirk pulling on your mouth matching the same one he’d seen every time he stepped foot in this city of violence and deviant morals. “Would that please you, Lord of Darkness?”

Rhysand goes still and for a moment you expect him to deny you, hands bracing yourself to get off and apologize when his grip keeps you in place. You can’t look away when he drags your hips on his thigh the same way you had before, inky pupils devouring violet irises when you let out a breathy moan.

It captures attention and you notice Azriel step a little closer—for further protection or to watch you can’t tell and you don’t care to figure it out when a shudder runs up your spine at the delicious drag hard muscles against your clothed cunt.

Your body burns with want when your High Lord grabs a handful of your ass, forcing you to ride his thigh faster, moans spilling out like summons to the dark creatures that lurked about the Court of Nightmares. “You look so pretty like this,” His voice is gruff, raspy and he’s quick to call upon dark power, a cool sensation spreading over your skin where it touched.

“Fuck,” The curse drags on your tongue, eyes clamping shut when your orgasm washes over you, no longer caring about the eyes that burned holes into your body. No doubt every fae or creature alike could smell the scent of your arousal permeating the air but where embarrassment was supposed be was relief.

The bulge in the High Lords pants is evident, a hand sneaking down to cup it through the expensive fabric. “You think the citizens of the Hewn City want to watch their High Lord fuck his girl?”

The sound of a button popping open, a zipper sliding down and a hand settles around your throat. “Deliciously filthy thing, you are.” The top of your dress falls apart and you’re certain Azriel can see everything when Rhysand fished his cock free. “Let’s find out.”

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valiasims · 4 months ago

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WIP#48

Hey everyone!

Sorry for not updating you earlier but after I published the last set I started working a revamp for my tumblr to look more professional and to feature all my downloads in one place. I thought since I work in the field I could put together something. Well, don't look yet because it isn't updated yet, I still have a lot to work on it. But step by step it will be done hopefully, and you can easily download everything because on Patreon it's so annoying to scroll to oblivion.

Since I worked on the web design last weekend I only started doing the new set a couple of days ago and I've been doing modeling, UV etc. up until now. These are the first items I could finally see in game and as a visual person I need to see something to motivate me that what I'm working on for days not gonna turn out trash. :D

As I said earlier this set is gonna be something I think will go well with the new expansion pack. Ever since I made Baker's Kitchen last year I wanted to do a proper bakery collection but I was really excited that time to start creating and wanted to try ot different things so I never got to do it. I couldn't let it go though so I thought this would be perfect for the start of the spring. Also someone suggested a similar idea on tumblr and I was like, yeah this could be interesting.

I don't want to repeat myself so this set will look different and more focused on sweets and cakes and the community lot aspect of it. Also I think I learned a lot since those earlier sets too.

This may will be separated into two sets because I want to focus on the guest area (tables, chairs etc. ) and the baker area (baking clutter, trays etc.) as well. My inspiration came from the japandi style and its elegance but I want to bring in nature and flowers.

These kitchen islands are not finished because I have to do the top still but I wanted to show you something because I like the communication and being here with you. I tried to design these to be a full kitchen and be usable on residential lots as well. I'll add cabinets too and of course the counters. I hope you'll like this because I'm really excited to finally step away a little from the cabin theme. Although this seems modern at first glance I want to add charm and personality with clutter and as I mentioned flowers!

Sorry for the long post this happens when we meet rarely. :D So much happens in a week, we reached 14 000 followers! We're halfway to 15 000. Thank you so so much! I appreciate every one of you!

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itsswritten · 1 year ago

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when the sea calls for three | intro

Paring: Azriel x Reader x Eris

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: In the aftermath of war, peace reigns over the realms of Prythian, but the delicate balance hangs in the hands of two unlikely mediators—You and Lucien. As the newly appointed Emissaries of Peace, your duty is clear: maintain alliances, foster understanding between courts, and navigate the intricate webs of fae politics.

But when fate deals an unexpected twist, revealing that you possess not one, but two mates, the tranquillity you've worked so hard to uphold is suddenly threatened. Caught between two males who refuse to share, you find yourself thrust into a precarious position, torn between duty and desire.

What will you do and who will you choose?

I need you.

Those three words were all it took.

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In the soft glow of the morning light filtering through the room, flickering reflections of pinks and purples across the walls. Dawn Court had always been radiant, the sky, cobalt and rose. A sunrise all day long. You were proud to call it your home.

You stood before the ornate mirror, fingers delicately adjusting the intricate buttons of your tunic.

The decision to choose neutral clothing had been yours, a deliberate choice born from the realisation of what your new role weighed. You were to be a mediator, a peacekeeper, it only seemed fitting to don a uniform that symbolised your neutrality and dedication to maintaining balance among the realms.

The fabric shimmered with a subtle elegance, adorned with delicate motifs that whispered of the courts you now served. The tapestry of symbolism spoke something that words could not, of a new beginning, a new chapter– a time of peace.

The design along the back of your tunic, three majestic mountains rose proudly, their peaks reaching towards the heavens. Behind them, the sun emerged, casting its golden rays that spread warmth and light– a nod to your home.

In the left above, a fully fleshed sun beamed down upon the mountains, radiating its brilliance and vitality. To the right, three stars and a crescent moon were sewn with meticulous care, representing the rest of the solar courts and their celestial splendour.

On your left sleeve, leaves were hand stitched along your cuff, bronze thread danced in a graceful swirl, climbing upwards towards your elbow, mirroring the silver icy shards that adorned the right sleeve. Autumn and Winter in perfect harmony.

Around your collar, a delicate pattern of vines and roses intertwined, symbolising the beauty and vitality of the Spring Court's bloom. And along the trimmings of the tunic's bottom, waves swirled in a mesmerising dance, evoking the Summer Court's boundless energy and fluidity.

Your tunic jacket cascaded gracefully, halting just at your hips, while beneath it, a long, flowing cream pleated skirt billowed elegantly to the floor. With your hair initially draping freely, you gently pulled it forward, ensuring the intricate details adorning the back of your tunic were given their rightful moment to shine.

As you smoothed the fabric, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in the role you had been given. Playing a bridge between courts, and worlds. A mediator between the people.

Politics had never really been something you relished in, but you were good with people, and good with your words. Qualities that your friend desperately convinced you, were integral to this role.

A soft knock on the door interrupted your reverie, and you turned to see Lucien, your friend, standing in the doorway. His mechanical eye wiring at the sight of you. He was wearing a similar tunic, one that was longer on his body but mirrored the designs of your own.

It was Lucien who had told you he needed you.

I need you.

He had written to you one evening. His correspondences were usually lighthearted and filled with friendly banter, but this weighed heavily in a way that was so unlike him.

“I could really use your help.” Lucien had breathed, when you came to visit after his letter.

I need you. I need my friend. I need someone to lean on. I need someone to laugh with. It’s been too long. I miss you.

Was what you heard. His message had been simple yet poignant, a plea for assistance and companionship.

You had always had a way with words and sounds. Understanding the gaps in between the breaths, the underlying emotions and intentions woven into each syllable. Most didn't realise what could be revealed in their words. How the octaves and melodic tones of their tongues sung of unspoken truths.

Lucien and you had shared a friendship that spanned many years, reaching back to your earliest memories of childhood. As children and teens, you had been inseparable, playmates in a time that now felt like a distant memory. However, when borders grew stricter and tensions mounted, those days were abruptly halted.

It wasn't until the dark days of Amarantha's reign that fate brought you back together, through the intervention of Nuan, a mutual friend. She was a skilled Alchemist of your court, who had aided Lucein in his healing, crafting his beautiful golden eye. And because he was no longer a part of Autumn, you were able to reconnect and your friendship flourished, even if it was predominantly through ink and parchment.

"Ready to face them?" he asked with a tight smile, his voice carrying a note of anticipation.

I’m nervous. Is what you heard under his words.

You returned his smile with a nod, a playful glint dancing in your eyes. “Of course, I was born ready Lucie” you replied, effortlessly flicking his nickname with a casual ease.

Despite having a smart mouth now, Lucien was a name you often got tongue-tied in your younger years. Lucie had been a much easier sound to make, and you didn’t hesitate to use the endearing name when wanting to tease.

Lucien rolled his eyes, but your casual demeanour softened the nerves that had laced his previous words. That had been your intention.

Just one example of how your intuition always left you saying the right thing. Of course there were times this didn’t happen, but those occasions were extremely rare.

“We should decide which courts reside under our care before the meeting” Lucien began, striding in front of the mirror to adjust his own tunic. “And I have to say you’ve made more progress with Tamlin these past two months than I have in the past year," Lucien breathed, a hint of admiration in his voice while he smiled at you through the mirror.

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of your lips. "What, like it was hard?"

Tamlin's stubbornness had been a challenge, but your natural charisma and persuasion had proven effective in bridging the gap between his court and the others. His residents had at least started returning home, and thanks to your work, there was actually something for them to return to.

You huffed, before turning your friend around, pulling at his collar to adjust. Before tidying up his long auburn hair.

"I can’t do both though Lucien. I'm not dealing with your brothers and Tamlin. That's too much, even for me” You remarked.

Lucien’s relationship with his brothers remained strained, the scars of their shared trauma running deep. Despite Beron’s demise, Eris was now Autumn’s High Lord. The brothers wounds were not so easily healed, and the weight of their history continued to cast a shadow over their interactions.

“Plus I do believe some forced proximity may do you and Tamlin some good” you pointed a look at him, referencing their damaged friendship.

Lucien bit the inside of his cheek, his eyes narrowing at you. He couldn’t help but envy how effortlessly you seemed to navigate the complexities of every situation, every conversation. Always knowing the right words to say, and the right actions to take. Qualities that had undoubtedly drawn him to seek your assistance in the first place.

Qualities he forgot he would also be susceptible to.

"I'll look after Autumn and your hotheaded brothers. You deal with the depressed blondie," you suggested, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes.

"Fine," Lucien conceded, begrudgingly acknowledging the wisdom in your words.

“I want Dawn, it’s my home and Thesan would be heartbroken if I wasn’t his courtier,” you asserted confidently.

"Then I'll have Day," Lucien negotiated, a hint of determination in his tone.

As the conversation turned to the remaining courts, you paused, considering the options carefully. The Night Court held a particular significance for Lucien, given his mate's presence there, but you were keenly aware of the tension that still lingered between them.

"I can take Night if that helps. I've already been the one updating their Spymaster recently anyway," you offered, your voice steady as you finally finished straightening up Lucien. Pulling your hands swiftly behind your back.

He mirrored your pose "Then I will manage Winter," Lucien conceded, a sense of resignation colouring his words. He wasn’t very fond of the cold, but neither were you.

But he was happy to take this one for you, as you had taken Autumn and Night for him.

"Summer is mine. You can have the humans, your Band of Rejects or whatever they're called," you remarked playfully.

"Exiles," Lucien corrected with a humorous purr, a brief flicker of amusement softening his eyes.

“Apologies…band of exile…-d rejects” you humoured, before you felt him nudge you with his shoulder.

Your soft laughs filled the room before you tilted your head to look at your dearest friend “Look at you now. Exiled no more. Mr. Emissary of Peace”

Lucien smiled proudly at the title, he had come a long way. This new chapter for Phrytian was daunting, but he was grateful to have you by his side “You ready?”

With a nod you grinned wide “Let’s go peacekeep the fuck out of them Lucie!”

Next Part >>

a/n: Eeeekkkk so here's a little intro to set the tone and roles! Just a little disclaimer, there will be a few things in this series that haven't happened in the books, but it works for the plot. Only small things, so just go with it please! Excited to share this story with you all <3 - Lottie x

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