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peachie-bumblebee · 19 days ago
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What would y’all be interested in reading these days? I’m open to anything on my master list- feel free to send me something in my inbox!
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peachie-bumblebee · 25 days ago
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Omg!!
Just wanted to say to y’all how much I appreciate the sweet notes y’all have been leaving in my inbox. I missed you all more than words can say!!
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peachie-bumblebee · 25 days ago
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That I could not follow
Viktor dies on a rainy Wednesday, somewhere between 3 and 4 in the morning, as Jayce lays half sleeping with his head on the bar of the hospital bed. There is no commotion of doctors, no blaring of alarms. He just slips from one place to the next, as easy and as softly as dreaming.
(CW: mentions of medical gore, complexities of grief, suicidal thoughts)
There is no beginning. No end. Just the reality of the situation at hand.
Viktor dies on a rainy Wednesday, somewhere between 3 and 4 in the morning, as Jayce lays half sleeping with his head on the bar of the hospital bed. There is no commotion of doctors, no blaring of alarms. He just slips from one place to the next, as easy and as softly as dreaming.
“Where did you go?”
It’s that question that haunts Jayce. It floats around his synapses. It is the hollow, echoing thought his mind produces as he watches the nurses unplug Viktor’s body from the countless tubes and wires. It is the painful gong sound in his chest as they wheel him away, his body limp and pale. It’s the loud, repeating, haunting phrase as he signs the paperwork that dictates that the body will go to science. Somewhere, scientists and future doctors will take Viktor, his Viktor, cut him and dissect him and make him something new. For as much of a scientist Jayce Talis is, the thought still leaves him with bile rising in his throat. Viktor, skinny, yellow, bruised with decay, sliced open like deli meat for strangers to poke and prod at.
Where did you go, my love? Where have you gone, where that I could not follow?
But the thing is, it won’t be him on that table- not really. It won’t be the man who liked his tea strong with herbs and spice, who curled himself into Jayce’s chest with the excuse of a winter chill. It won’t be the man who furrowed his brow as he solved an equation, the one who left a lullaby of the scratch of his cane against the smooth flooring of the lab. His Viktor is somehow in two places at once- both in the steel container of the morgue and beyond. Where did you go when you left me?
They are men of science. It is all they have ever prided themselves on being. It’s the very foundation of their relationship. They fell in love in the endless blue light of hextech, sweet and soft and perfect and theirs. It’s quite possible that Viktor is nowhere at all now, that all that’s left is truly his body that sinks into nothing more than rot. That when they dissect him it truly will be all that’s left of the love of his life- bones and flesh and disease. What Jayce clings to is that they were not just men of science. They believed in something more, something not tangible but real all the same, like gravity or oxygen or perhaps, even love. If they could believe that- in the arcane, in magic- then maybe his Viktor really is still there. Still keeping his word to him, somehow, some way.
It’s unlikely. Too good to be true.
There is a conversation, had just a few months ago, that replays in Jayce’s head like snapshots of a movie he didn���t put on. Viktor, declining by the day, laying on the couch, his sweet head of curls resting against Jayce’s chest. It’s a Friday, just two weeks before they finally sign the papers to move Viktor into full palliative care. The sun is low and sweet in the sky, the beams of light weeping through the windows, turning amber eyes into liquid gold. A treat to exist in with his love. Viktor was always cold these days. He said the sun was the only thing warmer than Jayce.
Through the sweet silence, occasionally broken by a wheeze of a hard earned deep breath, Viktor reaches his arm back and curls a hand around Jayce’s bicep.
There’s a weight of expectancy as Viktor draws a breath in to speak. Wasn’t that always how it was, with him? Didn’t the world grow quiet just to hear him speak? Maybe it was just Jayce’s world. Maybe it was just Jayce himself.
The pressure of a hard conversation to come descends on them like ozone before a storm. There’s been a lot of these conversations in recent. They lead to Jayce having meltdowns in private, sometimes sobbing into his teeth while the shower runs, sometimes weakly into the phone as Caitlyn tries pointlessly to soothe him. There will only be more, and they both know it.
“When I die,” Viktor swallows, and just those words by themselves feel like they’re going to send Jayce into a coma. Not if, when. “Promise me you won’t wallow for long. Go be with the people you care for. Do your grieving, pick yourself up, and be happy. Find happiness for yourself. Please.”
Again, the silence descends. Jayce’s body reacts to the question in the same way it would if a predator was in the room. The only issue is that there is no physical threat- the only predator is death, who is already in this room with them, and he is powerless to stop it. Death has already been there for months, lurking in the golden moments of their lives. He was there when Viktor had his first fall as he tried to make them both dinner. He was sinking his claws into Viktor as Jayce had scooped him into his arms, running to reach the hospital in time. He was curdled into the flesh and tissue the first time Viktor had coughed up bloody pieces of lung into Jayce’s hand. Jayce has been waging war against him, armed with new medications and second opinions, but he knows that he’s not going to win. It took him a long time to see that. Maybe he still doesn’t believe it, because that’s not who he is. Jayce Talis is a man who fixes things, come hell or high water. The one damn thing he can’t fix is the only thing he wants to the most.
For a brief moment, he wants to grab Viktor and turn him around and scream hysterically, beg him to change his mind, sob for him to try the next experimental treatment that is sure to come their way. But Viktor would hate him for that. Viktor needs to die with grace and dignity, on as much of his own terms as he can claw into his bony hands. It’s Jayce’s job to let him, and as badly, as painfully badly as he needs Viktor to live, he is a selfish man. He needs Viktor’s love, and Viktor needs him and his, and for now that’s all there is.
So instead of screaming, instead of bursting into tears and pleading for something that will never happen, Jayce takes a shaky breath, swallows back the sharp lump in his throat, and whispers back- “okay.”
Viktor’s voice is quiet, yet insistent. “Promise me, Jayce. Promise this for me.”
Jayce turns his head to the ceiling and wishes it was him who was dying. It takes everything to breathe, to try to hold back his tremors. How can he ask this of him? When he does go, every meaningful part of Jayce will go with him. He will die right alongside Viktor in every way but physical. They might as well cremate his breathing body entwined with Viktor’s, locked in each others arms.
His eyes burn with the effort of holding back tears, and, to make Viktor happy- to give him grace and dignity and choice in death- he lies through his teeth. “Okay. I promise.”
Viktor gives his arm a squeeze, and then they sink back into the silence, the sun still sweet, the air now poisoned with dread.
Later that night, as Viktor had slept fretfully, Jayce slipped into their bathroom to cry so hard he threw up. The next morning his eyes were swollen and tender. Neither of them mentioned it. They never did- their own little routine of pretend normalcy. The facade of calm before the storm.
What a joke. What a joke to have promised something he knew he couldn’t give. There will be no moving on. It’s exactly like he knew it would happen. How could he even think this would be something Jayce could move on from? The love of his life is dead, and he’s been left behind. He can’t even go with him. There is just Jayce and the void of grief, with no more Viktor to cushion himself from it. There’s no more Viktor at all. No more late nights in the lab, no more scent of sweet milk and lavender on his pillow. Jayce will never again feel Viktor curl himself into the crook of his neck and sigh with contentment, never again hear him gasp his name into his ear, never again tease him over an incorrect equation in that way that never really made him feel stupid at all. Anything that happens from here on out will be meaningless. Why should he pretend? Viktor was everything. Nothing that happens past this point will be worthwhile, because none of it will have him.
All that will not be swirls in his head until he’s dizzy. He doesn’t know how many hours it’s been since they took him away. Time is absolutely meaningless now that the minutes are not being used to count the beats of Viktor’s heart. No more inventions. No more inside jokes. No more shaving besides each other in the morning, where Viktor jokes about how much facial hair Jayce grows overnight, and where he rubs his stubble against Viktor’s cheek in retaliation before stealing a kiss. No more soft sigh as their lips meet, no more crooked smile as he pulls back, no more “get back to it, Talis” from that heavenly voice.
No more of any of it. It’s just over.
Where are you?
Caitlyn and Vi pick Jayce up from the hospital. He is embraced by one of them, or maybe both. Nobody knows what to say. What words are there, when someone you love dies? He experiences it all through the fogged over pane of glass that is his consciousness. They offer to take him back to their place, and he knows he should accept, but he dumbly shakes his head. He’s already breaking his promise to Viktor, and the guilt of it only adds to his misery. The rest of the ride home is murky, the rain that pelts the car rocking Jayce into a state unreachable.
The water drops sting his cheeks from their force, and the pain briefly gives him enough clarity to remember both their keys are still in his pocket. By the time he steps into their apartment, soaked and miserable, it’s like he’s been punched in the gut. Viktor is everywhere- it doesn’t matter that he hasn’t physically been here in a quite a while. His presence is so powerful that it strips the air from Jayce’s lungs. He’s there in the kitchen, asking Jayce if he used all the milk without replacing it again, an eyebrow raised in question. He’s in the lounge chair reading a new book on retaliative theory, nimble fingers tucked between the parchment as he hums lightly to himself. He’s there on the couch, waiting for Jayce to walk in the door in nothing but a pair of lace underwear, his eyes heavy with that expression he saved just for him. There is not a single inch of this space that isn’t steeped in Viktor.
He should have gone to Caitlyn and Vi’s.
For one paralyzing moment, he doesn’t know where to go. He needs a shower, but the shower still has Viktor’s soaps and shampoos lined against the wall. He hasn’t eaten in god knows how long, but he knows when he opens the fridge door he will wait for Viktor’s request to bring him a drink, and no inquiry will come.
The scenario fills him with panic, inescapable and loud. What does he do with himself? Where does he go? How do you spend the rest of your day after the love of your life is ripped from you?
A hysteric, broken laugh tumbles out of his lips before he can stop himself. The rest of his day? He has to go the rest of his life. He’ll have to return to work, have to pay the rent, have to smile at people in the street like a normal fucking human being. He’ll have to go to those stupid fucking galas that Viktor always hated- he shouldn’t have gone, he should have refused, he should have spent those nights getting drunk on the carbon dioxide coming out of Viktor’s lungs- and playing Councilman Jayce Talis to people who never gave a rats ass about Vik instead of beating them to death with his hammer and then publicly melting down in the academy halls.
Maybe he’s going crazy. He’s finally losing his shit. Viktor was his only tie to sanity, and now without him he’ll spend his days roaming the streets of Piltover and Zaun calling for a man who will never hear him.
Without thinking, he ends up on that damn couch. He sits, a violent storm of emotion tearing at his insides. He thinks he might throw up, but there’s nothing left in him. He’d be crying if there were any tears left in his body. Instead he just sits, muscles tense, shaking.
They knew, last night, that it would be the last. Somehow they both did. Neither of them had to say it. He had been slipping in and out of consciousness for about a week- two days prior his doctor took him aside and said they were close to the end. That night, in that moment, Viktor is awake and alive and still in Jayce’s grasp. He weakly traced his hand over Jayce’s, loving and gentle in that way he only ever was with him. They hadn't exchanged goodbyes- he doesn’t think he could have if he’d tried. They just stared at each other, soft amber meeting light hazel, and took each other in. Viktor, more machine than man, and Jayce, more grief than human.
In the blue light of the hospital machines, it was almost like they were back in the lab. Viktor was illuminated in the glow, beautiful and rare, real and heart still beating.
As it always did before Viktor spoke, the world had fallen still.
“Jayce,” he whispered his name like a prayer, “I left some notes for you in the lab. In my desk drawer. There will be a key underneath my coffee mug for when you’re ready.”
“Okay.” Jayce slid his fingers in between Viktor’s and ran his thumb along his. “Is there anything I should know?” It’s a weighted question, not necessarily just applied to the situation at hand.
Viktor hummed lightly for a second. “No. Just thoughts I’ve had. Theories. You have everything you need. You’ll figure it out.” He smiled a hint of the beautiful smile, so blinding in its beauty to Jayce like it always had been. “You’re smart.”
Jayce snorted a little, a weak sound. “Depends who you ask.”
Viktor had looked at him, looked through him. “You are. You’ll be okay.”
That, of course, being just as applicable beyond the conversation at hand as Jayce’s question.
A heavy pause. Jayce tried to memorize the feeling of Viktor’s hand holding his back, knowing that it would never be enough.
“I am sorry,” a wheeze cut him off, and Jayce encapsulated Viktor’s hand in his own, “for all the ways I fell short. When I wasn’t a good partner to you. I wish I could-
He had cut himself off. What did Viktor wish for? More time? To redo conversations, to redo the past? The wishes every person has when they know it’s their last night in the world? There’s no way of knowing, not now.
For the first time since his diagnosis turned completely terminal, Viktor had turned to him with tears in those beautiful eyes. “I wish I could have been perfect for you.”
It burned him, in the moment, the agony of his words. How else does one feel when your reason for life, for happiness, insists they’re nothing less than the moon in the sky? He had wanted to bawl then and there, to clench his hands into the hospital blankets and weep in his arms with the unfairness of it all. But if there had ever been a time for Jayce to be brave, it was now, and he refused to let Viktor’s last waking moments on earth be comforting him.
His choices. His dignity. Jayce’s to preserve. All for him.
With one of his hands, he had reached up to cradle Viktor’s cheek, swiping away the small tear that had begun to fall. “Oh, Viktor.” He hated the way his voice shook. “There is beauty in imperfections,” he smiled at Viktor- for it was never truly impossible to smile when it was for him- brought his hand to his lips, and sighed against it, “and you are the most beautiful thing of all.”
For a moment, Viktor had shook at that, and it felt like the whole world was just them in that room, just Viktor and Jayce and death in the corner the way he had been for so, so long. Then Viktor had sighed the best he could, composed himself as calmly as ever, and smiled back- weak and heartbroken, but still there, sweet and soft and perfect and his- at Jayce.
“If I can, I’ll haunt you.”
Viktor hadn’t needed to promise it. Anything he ever told Jayce was meant as a promise anyway.
“Okay.” Jayce’s lip had trembled badly that, the tears becoming almost too much to keep within. “I’d like that.”
“Okay.”
Soon after that, Viktor had drifted back into a state neither here nor there, and Jayce had stared at him for what must have been hours before resting his head on the bar of the bed and letting himself break down. He had tried so long to stay fully awake, but the exhaustion of it all had overtaken him, and the next time he woke up it was from a nurse gently shaking him awake and telling him it was over.
The weight of it all drives Jayce to the very place Viktor was terrified of him going, but he can’t help himself. Viktor’s dead, and there’s only one conclusion. He should join him.
He needs to join him.
What pulls him out of his own head isn’t anything of Jayce’s doing. Jayce couldn’t pull himself out of this ravine if he tried. It’s the slow fade of amber light that pours across his blurry vision.
Oh, Viktor.
It’s the sun, the same sweet sun that they had been soaked in the day Viktor made him promise. The same couch, the same living room. Impossible to exist, pushing through layers of icy rain and thick clouds. It warms his shoulders, tickles the back of his neck like the ghost of a kiss. Warm, like fingertips straining for him, grazing his skin.
Sweet and soft and perfect, and maybe, just maybe, from him.
Perhaps he’s delusional- no, he must be- but in the slightest chance he’s not, it means he’s here.
Like a prayer, Jayce closes his eyes, and lets the golden light bathe into his skin. It settles something like love into his raw cheeks.
Please, please, haunt me.
If it’s him, then that means he hasn’t broken his unspoken promise to Jayce. It means Viktor is still Viktor, in some new, strange way. Maybe he’s in the breeze, in the light, in everything that exists everywhere. Untouchable, gravity and love incarnate. He’s still there. Still present. Still his.
Jayce picks up the phone, and calls Caitlyn with shaky hands. She picks up in one ring, and for once, he’s not ashamed of how his voice breaks when he responds to her worried tone.
“Can you pick me up?”
He has a promise to keep.
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I hope you guys enjoyed. Cross posted to @peach_dust on ao3. Thank you for all your support!
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peachie-bumblebee · 25 days ago
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Hi Everybody!
Hello again! This is Peachie, I hope you all have been well!
It’s been a year- and I apologize. I want to be clear with you all and let you know that while writing has always been a passion of mine, I am also SWAMPED with both school and work. I unfortunately also have several mental health and physical conditions which can take up a lot of my time. In order to be fair to y’all, I won’t promise timely fics or posts, but I will post whenever I can and am looking forward to getting back in the game! If you’ll have me, of course :)
I’m older, wiser, a part of new fandoms, and ready to write again. Here’s to a better posting schedule and a brighter future!
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peachie-bumblebee · 1 year ago
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PEACHIEEEE WE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!
HOPE YOU'RE DOING OKAY! :D
SUPER EXCITED TO READ MORE OF YOUR AMAZING WRITING :3
I MISSED YALL TOO!!! YOU ARE SO SWEET- IM DOING MY BEST <333 CANT WAIT TO WRITE MORE FOR YALL!!
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peachie-bumblebee · 1 year ago
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Hi! I'm wondering if I could get a threesome headcanons (Like you did with Monty) but with Chica, please?
omg OFC love!! i adore glam chica and wish she had more love ‼️‼️
THREESOME HEADCANONS WITH GLAMROCK CHICA
NSFW MINORS DNI
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SCENARIO- you (reader) and Glamrock Chica are in a relationship when she brings up the topic of a threesome with you. It’s dealers choice- she’ll share you with any of his fellow main stage animatronics.
CW: CRYING MENTIONS, HEAD PUSHING, POWER PLAY, DEGRADATION, GENERAL KINK
IF YOU PICK:
FREDDY:
bitchhh OKAYYY !!!
she definitely not opposed. he’s a total cutie for sure.
(she’s also definitely caught him staring at your ass and then pointedly lookiing away)
he’s so, so taken aback when she talks to him about it. he’s never really viewed chica as one to do this kind of stuff-
but it’s you.
so sign him up. they discuss boundaries plenty, and by the time they’re done, Freddy is almost ready for it to happen at that exact moment. can you blame him? you’re beautiful.
they take their DAMN time with you. this is absolutely an act to be savored for them, and savor it they absolutely will
like- they take their TIMEEE. they strip you together until you’ve shivering with anticipation
it’s honestly 4 hours of slowly unwinding you until you’re absolutely dripping and an incoherent mess. there’s a puddle underneath you, and your cheeks are bright red and maybe just a little tear stained
Chica LOVES the fact that his dick vibrates. she genuinely squeals in joy and he gets so embarrassed JDBSJJSBD
he is so??? taken aback by how she acts during sex??? it’s not in a bad way- he’s just like “woah. woah. woah. WOAH.” she’s giggly yet stern yet playful yet rough- it’s honestly impressive to him.
nearly has a heart attack when she whips out the neon pink glittery 10 incher. they frot IM SORRY THEY DO THEY DO IM SORRY
she bobs your head up and down on his dick 1000 million percent. her hand is at the base of your skull, pushing you just a little too deep on it before pulling you back up to breathe
she calls him adorable when he cums and he almost short circuits. when she does, there’s a low, pleased growl in his throat. when you finally do- they’re groaning and egging you on and praising you like fucking crazy.
it definitely brings them closer!! they talk and hang out much more after
and when Freddy shyly brings up wanting to do it again-
Chica is very pleased.
ROXANNE:
THE ABSOLUTE 100% DREAM TEAM.
Chica is absolutely ecstatic with this pick btw. out of everyone, i feel like (as i’m writing this) she’s closest with Roxy :3, so she’s practically skipping and twirling when you pick her
brings it up so casually LMFAOO. Roxy looks at her, blinks, and goes “when?” which absolutely delights Chica even more
i love them both so much i’m actually meowing and scratching and sobbing and putting my ass up in the air
they’re fucking destroying you like it’s a choreographed dance. your holes are done for.
Roxy is NOT putting up with any shyness. move your damn hands away from your face and open your mouth for them both ‼️
Chica would take the praise role while roxanne bullies you… i don’t make the rules (i’m writing it but i don’t i swear)
Roxanne blowing your back out while you eat chica out… brainrot. absolute brainrot.
they’d fuck and make you watch while you sit at the ground whining and shit… LORD.
if you’re a brat (i have not written enough stuff for the brat community out there) (i respect y’all sm) they are absolutely delighted to put you in your fucking place- and by god, they will. if you’re a good listener (my community 💔💔) they are absolutely delighted by that too.
either way, Roxanne is degrading you for it while Chica tells you just how adorable you are for it all
i just know they’d both jerk you off at once- it doesn’t matter what parts you have. if you have a dick they both have a hand wrapped around it. if you have a pussy Chica is three fingers in you while Roxy pinches your clit
it’s almost scary how coordinated the whole thing is. almost like they planned it JBDJSHSBSNS
like they’ve talked about it for weeks HEVSHSJJSJS ‼️‼️
after it’s all done, Roxanne is NEVER letting you rest
she sees you in the hallway and she’s SLAPPING THAT ASS AS A REMINDER, her eyes following your form before you even know she’s there
Chica is already talking to her in between shows about how she wants to put you up in her swing :> and how Roxy should help bounce you on her strap
MONTGOMERY:
the unlikely duo
if you pick Monty, he’s gonna be like “WHAT.” when she brings it up. but lord he won’t be opposed. that man likes to FUCK and he fucks what he likes and lord he likes you.
i’ve already posted about monty as your s/o and you picking Chica (check out my master list!!) but when it’s him being chosen… ooh that boosts his ego
not that it needed to be boosted (monty i adore you) (please hit up my partner he needs you so bad) but GOD. you picked him? so you like him, huh? so you want his dick?
he’s the type to ask Chica what your size and preferences are and then get you some lingere to wear for the main event ‼️‼️ Chica finds it adorable
Chica would sit you in her lap against her chest with a spreader bar tied to your legs as Monty licks up on you
he’s so so flabbergasted by Chica’s techniques and toys (if you know my writing you know my hc’s abt this) ESPECIALLY when he’s the guest. he’s basically walking into a glitter pink spencer’s back wall
Chica definetly eggs him on a little. something within me absolutely knows that she loves to ever so slightly push his buttons- just enough to have him growling into your ear as he fucks you down into the couch
if Roxy and Chica are good cop bad cop, Monty is an absolutely vicious cop at times who needs to be reminded that he is a guest by Chica- and he does listen. just barely
but god he can’t get enough of you.
and chica absolutely knows it and takes advantage of it
she’d bounce you on her strap reverse cowgirl (or boy! or them!) style to make him see how it looks while you take it. he’d be absolutely unbearably hard and at his wits end
…double penatration with a ball gag in your mouth….
afterwards, Monty is absolutely addicted to the way you feel, but much too prideful to just go up to Chica and ask to have another turn with you
don’t worry though!
Chica already knows
and if you’re up for it, she’ll watch the two of you go at it like it’s the end of the world
hope y’all enjoyed!! please comment, reblog, and request!!! it gives me so much motivation. sorry this took literally ages <3 i love yall sm!!
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peachie-bumblebee · 1 year ago
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Moon would be into bondage 🤷‍♂️
he absolutely would.
MOON BONDAGE HEADCANONS
NSFW MINORS DNI
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need him to wrap me up like a christmas present this year
CW: GENERAL KINK
he’s got a WHOLE DAMN COLLECTION OF ROPE. how did he get it?? no one fucking knows.
90% of it is silver, black, or blue. he likes seeing you in his signature colors
as for how he knows what he knows- that’s also a mystery. you don’t dare ask questions
he’ll slip the ropes around your wrists the second he feels like it. you’re pulling night shift and y’all are alone? next thing you know your arms are tied behind your back and his dick is pressing into your ass
now. don’t ask me how this is realistic (pro tip- none of this is!! i’m having fun!!) but he’s the type to have a suspension ring
he’d have you blindfolded and suspended from the ceiling as he holds a vibrator to you
he’d use the ropes to swing you back on his cock as he fucks you
definitely the type to do body harnesses so he can pull you around by them
he likes the control TEEHEE
if you dare close your legs while he’s trying to fuck you, he’s tying them up and spreading them almost painfully apart
(with consent ofc)
sorry this one is shorter yall! i’m at my partner’s house and he’s big mad i’m not writing for monty (/lh i love you more than anything) hope y’all enjoy!! there’s more to come!!
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peachie-bumblebee · 1 year ago
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OHMYGOD I FOUND YOU AGAIN, I REMEMBER YOUR BLOG FROM BACK WHEN SB WAS AT IT'S PEAK. DUDEEEE I LOVED YOUR FICS SO MUCH. SO GLAD TO SEE YOU AGAIN PEACHIE! I WISH YOU A GOOD DAY AND HOPE YOU'RE DOING ALRIGHT! <3
THANK YOU LOVE!!! IM HANGING ON FOR DEAR LIFE!!!!
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peachie-bumblebee · 1 year ago
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I missed you so much 😭😭
I MISSED YOU TOO. OH MY GOD!!!!!
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peachie-bumblebee · 2 years ago
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hey everyone!! i’m SO SORRY ITS BEEN SO LONG!! i got a job that sucks the life out of me so i’ve had little to no energy to write on here- but my motivation is back, so expect some holiday goodies soon!! just a little reminder- if y’all don’t like the content i post on here, leave it be!! i totally get it- block me so you never gotta read it again! as for y’all who do like my works- thank you so much for your continued support. i appreciate you loves more than you know!!!
- peachie
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peachie-bumblebee · 2 years ago
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hi loves! sorry for the lack of content yesterday and today- i’m hitting a rough patch in my mental health and i’ll be back super soon!! i promise content is on its way!
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peachie-bumblebee · 2 years ago
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This is probably asking for too much but I could I get some extended Headcanons for Roxanne? Honestly she has me feeling the same way you feel about chica.
Hi love!! Check out what I just posted right before answering this <3 and it is NEVER asking for too much! I accept 99% of requests. Hope you’ll enjoy!
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peachie-bumblebee · 2 years ago
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hi love!! i was obsessed with ur sb nsfw hcs and recently ive had a bit of a fixation on roxy. ik you included her in ur og hc thjng but maybe you could expand on that with more hcs or smth?? whatever you do itd be much appreciated !! thank you sm and make sure to take necessary breaks <33
hi love!!!! i also ADORE Roxanne Wolf and I’d be totally happy to do extended headcanons for you and anyone else who wants them <3
NSFW HEADCANONS WITH ROXANNE WOLF- EXTENDED
NSFW MINORS DNI
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she’s so hOT i’m literally salivating
CW: GENERAL KINK
her nipples are PIERCED! no i’m not just saying that cuz mine are and i didn’t go into enough detail last time. they are pierced with barbell jewelry. its so sexy. i’m so correct.
she likes having them played with
she’s so intense, but not in the way monty is. something about her just instantly gets you submissive and she doesn’t even have to try.
like she can just make you melt by wrapping one nail around your chin
…i know she puts her tongue in a pussy AHGDIDGHDIDHCHD
if you’re amab prepare to get the whole shaft licked HSGDJDSG
i’m actually medically needing her its not even funny
she rides FACE she will sit on her partners face and RIIIIIDEEEEEEE
SHE PLAYS THE KEYBOARD. If Chicas fingers are strong, Roxy’s are flexible.
GODDD i know she slides them in and out so painfully slow.
she makes so much casual fun of her partners during sex. “like oh? this it all it takes to do it for you? god.”
she is also FANTASTIC with the strap. hard and lightning fast thrusts up against the wall.
yet she can also make it brutally, brutally slow.
also likes her strap being sucked. she’ll sit on her little chair and have you keep her strap warm with your throat while she lazily practices keyboard or does her makeup.
she’s randomly thrust a little.
if she’s busy and her partner is needy, she’ll literally just cockwarm them
she likes to be worshipped. she just does. it gets her going. she loves to be craved.
she’s a clit/dick head pincher. dooooont caaaare.
the type to say “that’s right” when you do something she likes
i don’t see her using things like floggers like chica does but she DOES use her claws if that’s something her partner would also want.
she’s careful. she has a shocking amount of restraint.
no matter how much you beg, it doesn’t really faze her on the surface at all.
….aphrodisiac fic anyone?
she tastes like caramel IDK WHY I JUST FEEL IT IN MY PUSSY OKAY
she s p r e a d s. her partners legs during sex. literally has them splayed open so the both of you can watch it go in IM S(CREAMING)
she wants so badly to bite her partners during sex but she holds herself back cuz she knows it could go super wrong
when Chica and Roxy fuck, sometimes Chica will let her a little.
yk how people are like “oh nobody scissors in real life” guess what, i do! and i think she would be very good at it too.
…this is making me seem like a Roxy kinnie- i don’t have the confidence for that
doesn’t tolerate brattiness very well. she can handle it to a certain extent, but after a certain point she’s just like “fine. if you know so much better than me than I guess I don’t need to do anything.”
gives pussyjobs like a pro.
she’s very good at keeping the right angle for it, and sometimes she’ll make her partner cum all over their chest just like that
she groans n shit when she gets close FUCK
GOOOOOOOD
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peachie-bumblebee · 2 years ago
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Hey so this might be weird but would you be able to do some Vanessa nsfw Headcanons? If not, I would also like more glamrock chica content
hi love! so at this time i can’t seem to get much inspiration for Vanessa!! it’s not a weird request at all, and I’m currently doing a rewatch of the OG SB content with my partner, so I will put it right there for when I feel more confident in my writing abilities for that character. for now, enjoy some chica content <3
NSFW HEADCANONS WITH GLAMROCK CHICA- EXTENDED
NSFW MINORS DNI
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she’s actually so baby girl
CW: GENERAL KINK DISCUSSION, LIGHT DISCUSSION OF IMPACT PLAY
i’m actually so obsessed with her you have no idea. no no idea.
as before mentioned, she’s a toy FREAK
she gets her toys either through discreet delivery (she has a deal with a worker where if they get it to her no questions asked, she’ll let them hide in her room for good chunks of their shift) or adult customers (aspiring groupies) have caught onto the fact that if they give her ones, she’ll take them
she eSPECIALLY loves when they give her something more custom to her design and aesthetic.
her type is anyone she can find cute. seriously. if she can make them blush once, she’s starting to think about the soonest she can get them into a closet
don’t get me wrong, she’s not the type to initiate first- she’s very careful about it. but if the vibe is there and they’re both receptive, then yeah. she wants them on her dick and sucking her clit!!
chica is a FREAK and i’m tired of y’all saying she isn’t. she’s also mostly a top..
i want you to look at her stretch her arms in that gif. really look at it.
she’s got a little heart design on her pussy front hshsshghjss
and her clit is pink
LOVES fingering. she loves fingering her partners, getting fingered, both at the same time-
she likes to have her partners touch themselves for her to watch across the room. literally put on a show for her!!
thinks its cute when they get shy but always shows them how not to be ;)
makes those sharp giggle-gasps during sex hhh
she LOVES quickies. she’ll show up backstage ready for a show and have been in you 5 minutes prior
i’m sorry but she and Roxy have fucked at least once. it’s just to blow off steam and it doesn’t affect their friendship much, but they’re definitely close
once got caught by a security worker sneaking 3 people in 😭😭😭
as mentioned in Animalistic- she’s very willing to help her friends out for anything having to do with their sex lives
if they need her maze, or a toy, or someone to watch and degrade? she’s down !!
she’s pretty passionate about the guitar so her fingers are literally programmed to help her be quick with them. she will use this to your advantage
CHICA ONE NIGHT IM ACTUALLY BEGGING
she LOVES it when someone gets on their knees to eat her out. loves that shit, she leans back and gets comfy
she’s so so cute during aftercare omg. she’s a cuddler.
she would 100% get her partner some cute lil collar or something with her logo that they could wear
her strap giving style is definitely a lot of hip movement and full, quick thrusts
she just gives good dick. she just does.
she’s so good at handjobs stfu. stfu she is. she’s the type to kinda giggle through the whole thing cuz she thinks her partners reactions are adorable
BAD BITCH WANNA FUCKKK 😩😩😩😩
i’m sorry i feel like i might be the only one but LORD she has me giggling and 🤭🤭🤭🤭
i can see her being into giving impact play, but not too hard at all. it’s more of things that lightly to mediumly sting and slap then anything too extreme in that area
if she’s bottoming she’s still a bit of a power bottom
i don’t see her getting all melty and submissive like that
AINT NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT THO ‼️‼️‼️
her pussy probably tastes like strawberries
i hoped you enjoyed! be sure to comment, reblog w tags and comments, and requests!! it really makes my day <3 love you all!
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peachie-bumblebee · 2 years ago
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The Animalistic rewrite was SO GOOD. Had me kicking my feet and giggling and everything
AAA! I’m so glad that you enjoyed <3 It was longer than some care to read so i’m so glad you liked it!!!
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peachie-bumblebee · 2 years ago
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Hey!! I Hope the fic i going great and I wish you the best have a good day!! :)))
HI!!! this is so so sweet <3 I have a lot of mental health and physical health issues, so each day is one step at a time <3 the fic is up for you and everyone else my dear! please let me know if you enjoy!!
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peachie-bumblebee · 2 years ago
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So while ago I’ve read on of your fanfics from the account you deleted ( roxy Monty and reader ) and I’ve been meaning to reread it again. ( i really enjoyed it ) do you still have a copy of it?
( I love how you write )
Hi!!! Welcome back- I’m so glad you enjoyed the original! Unfortunately I do not have a copy of the original Animalistic BUT I have just posted a longer rewrite that is much better in my opinion. I’m so grateful and honored that you love my writing style, and I hope you’ll enjoy the rewrite as much as you did the original!!
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