#liz blurbs

[imdoingsortagay]

Mommy Natasha headcanons

Warnings : mommy Nat, soft mommy , use of the word mommy, smut below the cut , soft , oh and did I mention? Soft

18+ below the cut

First of all she’s so soft with you

Will coddle you like your the most precious thing in the world

“ oh princess you look absolutely adorable for mommy 🥺”

Everyone hcs her as someone who can’t cook but I like to think she’ll ask Wanda for help in cooking for you .

It takes about 2 weeks, 3 ruined pans and instructions for Natasha to learn some basic recipes that she can do

Her favorite is making you pancakes in the morning in fun shapes , especially dinosaurs for you.

“ do you really have to -“ “but princess I made them special just for you “

Holds your hands whenever

Strict with your rules cause she knows you can brat out of you’re ever stressed.

A woman of showing you off to all her friends because she likes seeing you blush

Especially to Kate because it’s fun messing with her team mate.

Plans all of your dates 🥺🥺🥺

Her favorite ones are taking you to a museum of sorts because she’ll take you just to see the amazement in your face

Loves when you’re clingy with her cause she’s a fan of touch

Especially after years of being alone , she doesn’t ever want you to leave.

“ cmere honey , I wanna be close today”

Now the smutty

Hella soft

She loves when you eat her out in the mornings

“ look so cute licking mommy’s pussy”

Fan of breeding you

The woman has Polaroids of you in compromising positions

Sometimes shares you with Wanda if she’s feeling nice

Loves when you try to fuck her with one of the straps in her collection

Ends with her riding you while you suck on her tits

If she’s ever in a rough mood , it’s mostly when she’s super stressed with Avengers stuff

But you’ll help her of course

SHE LOVES TEASING YOU ALOT

Especially at Tony’s parties

It usually ends with both of you in a closet somewhere in the compound , either eating her out

Or sucking her strap if she was feeling a bit frisky

“ be a good whore for mommy and suck her cock princess, you got this “

Will shove her fingers in your mouth a lot

No reason just cause

Natasha loves soft sex in the morning so much

The giggling as she leaves kisses all over your face and the intimacy

She let you top once which was hot cause she didn’t think she would like it

But she loved giving you control

“ oh you look so pretty mommy , wish I could fuck you like this forever”

AFTERCARE AFTER SEX IS SO AHHHHHHH

Praise praise praise

Cuddling after and Natasha praising you for being a good girl

[darlingjude]

i think that a lot of jude blogs on here (esp some of the white girls) are starting to really oversexualise him. like very other thing they write is really intense smut and it tends to be filled with stereotypes. it’s something i’ve noticed recently and is making me quite uncomfy :/ what are your thoughts?

factsssss i’m literally so weary of these white fangirls bc they be doing too much all the time it’s scary😭this man will literally just bc sitting there with a phone in his hand and all of a sudden u get some girl talking ab how big his hands are and then adding some sexual comment like it’s so bizarre😭

and yeah 100% most of them are stereotyping him and it’s so weird but then again what do you expect 😭i have no issue with people that write smut bc that’s ur own personal business and i’m not one to judge at all, but some of u just take it too far fr

[sheisnotalone]

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐰. 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

prompt: strawberries + picnic | prompt list

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader (no pronouns used)

category: fluff~

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"Hey stop tickling me" Wanda giggled trying to get out of your lap where she had been sitting in comfortably for the last few hours.

You had driven the two of you out in the fields to have a picnic. The past few weeks had been really stressful and both of you needed a break. The scenery around you was beautiful. Trees shaking slightly in the light breeze, the humming of bees in the air between the beautiful flowers and fluffy little clouds in the sky. The cozy blanket you had put on the ground protecting your clothes from getting grass stains.

While you had prepared some sandwiches and snacks to bring, Wanda had handpicked strawberries from her little garden.

Wanda rolled out of your grasp laying down next to you on the blanked. She pulled you down so she can rest her head on your belly. "It looks like an elephant" she said excitedly. "What?" you chuckled confused. "Look" she raised her hand and pointed to the sky. You followed her movement with your eyes then raising your gaze to the clouds. "That one right there" Wanda remarked excitedly. Then you saw the cloud she was referring to. "It actually does" a smile formed on your lips "and that one over there looks like an alpaca".

This went on for a while each of you pointing out funny little clouds that travelled above you. Both of you enjoyed the calmness of the moment.

After some time you felt Wanda shuffle, but before you could say something, she was pushing a strawberry into your mouth. "Wha-" you got out as you swallowed the fruit after having chewed it a bit, but were quickly interrupted by her lips meeting yours. You started kissing her back and she smiled when she tasted the strawberry on your lips. "I love you my little strawberry" she whispered to you before deepening the kiss.

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[incorrectgallaghergirlsquotes]

Yes, please, a further elaboration (maybe short scenarios?) Of zach bonding with bex, macey and liz please! Maybe throw in a bit of Rachel? Would really love to see that, thank you bery muchhhh

Anytime Rebecca Baxter approached Zachary Goode it was with intent. The same could be said for anytime Zach sought her out, it was always with reason.

"Goode," Rebecca started. "Do you refrigerate ketchup?"

It wasn't always an important reason.

Zach looked up at the girl putting grocery in her fridge. "Yes."

"No you don't!" She exclaimed.

"Then why did you ask?"

"I thought maybe you had some sense about you!"

"It literally says refrigerate after opening on the bottle!"

"It hasn't been opened yet!"

Zach plucked the bottle from her hands and opened it. "Now it has," he said offering it back to her.

Bex glared at him. "This doesn't make you right." she said, snatching it back.

"Yes, it does," he said, earning a loud groan in response.

For the past hour there hadn't been much noise in the room besides pens tapping paper. But Zach had been tapping the end of his on the edge of his book for a few minutes. Which meant that soon-

“Three letter word for donut shaped music holder.” He said.

Liz’s brow furrowed as she looked up. He passed his over to her. After scanning it for less than ten seconds she handed it back. “CDS.”

“Damn,” Zach said, filling it in. “I took it too literally.”

“You always take it too literally,” Liz told him. “You we’re thinking music holder like a stand or something?”

“Mhm,” Zach mumbled, both of them refocusing on their puzzles.

Liz was next, with a loud groan. “I know, I know this one!”

Zach raised an eyebrow, not yet looking up. Sometimes Liz got there on her own. She was the smartest person Zach knew and he’d never not give her the full credit she deserved for that.

“Four letter word, Taylor Swift, ‘So it blank…’”

“Goes.” He supplied, immediately.

“Ugh!” Liz groaned, filling it in. “How did you know that?”

“Cammie loves Taylor.”

“We all love Taylor.”

Zach chuckled to himself. “I know. She likes that one. And so do I.”

Liz has moved on to her next word. Halfway through the answered she paused, looking up at Zach. “What does that mean?”

“What?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Do you know what that song is about?”

“Yep.” He fought the urge to chuckle again as he was sure Liz’s eyes had widened at him. “You wanna switch to Sudoku?”

“Yes, please.”

Macey was only going to kill Cammie a little bit for making her attend this lecture. But Cammie was sick so she couldn’t go and she really wanted the extra credit. And Macey couldn’t say no to a sick Cammie. So, that’s how she found herself wearing a blonde wig, next to Zach in a lecture hall.

“You can take Zach for company,” Cammie had said. “He was going to come with me anyway.”

Sure enough, he still tagged along even though it was Macey, not Cammie he was sitting next to.

“I’m surprised you’re not staying back and doting on her,” she commented.

“She’s gonna sleep for a few hours,” Zach said. “I’ll be back before she’s awake again and she’ll let me take care of her.” He reached into Cammie’s bag- the one she’d given Macey to carry- and produced a pen and a notebook. He placed them in front of her and then took out another pen for himself.

Macey glanced down at the objects, almost absently. “She still doodles during lectures.”

“Yep.” Zach said. More people trickled in and started filling in the seats around them. He pulled a pack of gum out of his pocket and offered Macey a piece. She took one. The professor came in among the crowd of students and began setting up.

“What is this lecture for, again?” Macey mumbled.

“History,” Zach answered. “Up until the civil war.”

Macey looked at him then, eyes wide and brows knitted together. Zach gave her a nod in response. Macey inhaled, turning her eyes back to the notebook and picking up the pen.

They still had a few minutes before the lecture was scheduled to start. A particularly loud group of friends had sat somewhat near the pair, having an interesting conversation.

“No, I just assume everyone’s parents are divorced,” one girl was saying, getting laughs and looks from her other friends. “That’s what being a child of divorce does to you.” She looked at one of her friends who was laughing. “Are your parents divorced?”

“No,” he said, still laughing.

“But are they happy?”

Macey looked to Zach again, both of them with wide eyes and the corners of their mouths upturned. They knew a thing or two about unhappy parents, whether they were together or not or shouldn’t be together.

Thankfully, the lecture began just as the groups conversation turned to meth- “No, it’s not meth it’s speed, if you want to be technical.” Macey continued pretending to take notes while Zach fidgeted with his pen next to her.

The lecture seemed to focus in on the Boston Tea Party, the professor showing a reenactment scene of tea tax protestors dumping boiling tar on a man trying to uphold the tax. They then proceeded to cover the man in feathers and take him through town. The clip ended and the professor asked a question. A few people raised their hands- not Zach or Macey- and he called on one of them.

“I mean that was interesting,” the student was saying. “I had no idea that was a thing people did. We only ever really hear about the tea in the harbor part. And it looked like they were dumping like black ink on that guy?”

That got Macey and Zach’s attention. They side eyed each other.

“Um,” the professor began. “The black stuff? That was tar.”

“Oh.” The student said. “Really? It looked like ink.”

Macey turned to Zach again, bringing her hand up to her face as if she was touching her hair, but really she was hiding her incredulous expression. Zach tilted the notebook toward himself.

“Yes, it was boiling hot tar,” the professor confirmed before continuing to get back on track.

Zach pushed the notebook back to Macey. He has written ‘the word tar was in the title of the video’. Macey wrote back ‘literally’ and underlined it. The two sighed at the same time. It was gonna be a long hour but there were worse people to spend it with.

[storiesofsvu]

Ok you know I’m a whore for angst but since you begged for fluff….

How about #32 “I never knew I could miss someone this much” and a character we don’t see much of… like Liz Donnelly (have fun with it)

Liz Donnelly x reader Warnings: language, all fluff folks.

You'd known when you and Liz had first gotten involved that she was a career woman through and through. She worked long hours, often longer than required, bringing work home with her and sometimes it bled into the weekends. She loved her career and the life that it had brought her, even if it meant babysitting reckless prosecutors on the regular. You had no qualms with this, your own work was important, and it made so that the time you and Liz did spend together was just that much better and more treasured. She never cancelled dates, if she said she was going to be there, she was there and never a moment late. She cherished you, and was incredibly thankful for your patience. If you came downstairs on Sunday morning to find her working through a case file rather than the Sunday crossword, you simply left a kiss on the top of her head before heading into the kitchen. You'd make sure she had fresh coffee topped up and make an easy breakfast for her to eat without having to stop her work before curling up on the couch with a book until she was finished what she needed.

One of the large benefits that came with Liz being such a prominent attorney and bureau chief were the many dinners and galas. While some hated on them, they were always lavish events of free food and drinks, socializing your way through Manhattan as the night went on. Liz had been incredibly proud at the first one she'd brought you to, you not only held your own but proved your wit in a friendly debate with Alex. She loved to show you off at these events, making sure you always had time to take yourself shopping (on her dime of course) the week before. Having you on her arm was the highlight of her night.

The downside of being with someone like Liz was that she often had to travel for work. You'd been surprised when it had first come up, thinking that she worked in the DA's office and occasionally the courtroom. But Elizabeth Donnelly was a name well known in the legal world all across the country. She often guest lectured at colleges and universities, travelling out of state often, spending weeks at a time in Cambridge. You were currently in the midst of one of those weeks, though at least this time it was only five days. Liz had left you with keys to her brownstone, insisting that it was closer to your work that you should stay while she was gone, besides, who else was going to water the plants?

So you made the space a little more your own that week, a couple of work books scattered on the dining room table, a novel on the coffee table that you'd slowly been working through and a few items in the fridge that you couldn't live without. You had a habit of snooping through Liz's closets to find a cozy sweater that had a lingering of her perfume, pulling it on as the warm days morphed into chilly nights, rain often pattering the windows of the brownstone.

It was one of those rainy evenings, you had homemade stew sitting in the crock pot all day, knowing that it would hit the spot at the end of the day. The smells wafted through the house, your stomach beginning to rumble at the thought of dinner. You knew Liz was due home that night but were unaware of the time, so you'd placed one of your favorite vinyl's on, a soft instrumental playlist floating through the house while you started to tidy up. You made sure the sheets were changed, fresh clean and cozy ones waiting, pillows extra fluffed and laundry all done. The kitchen was practically spotless, clean dishes all put away, only a bottle of red wine aerating next to two glasses on the counter. You folded a couple of blankets over the back of the couch and picked up a couple more things in there before you retreated back to kitchen. It wasn't quite dinner time yet, but you could always enjoy a glass of wine while you waited for the timer to go off. Distracted in your own imagination you missed the sound of the door opening and Liz moving through the house. You let out a little squeak when she wrapped around your waist from behind and she chuckled softly, pressing a kiss behind your ear.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." She greeted and you turned in her arms, greeting her with a proper kiss, "smells delicious."

"Thought it was best for a chilly day."

"Second best." She smiled, stealing another kiss, "getting to come home to you is the best. I never knew I could miss someone this much."

"Liz..." you whined, your cheeks heating at her words, "it wasn't even a full week."

"I know. Next time you're coming with me, no objections accepted."

"None needed." You smiled, kissing her softly, "I love you."

"I love you more sweetheart."

____________________ @anya-casablanca @ms-calhoun @naturalxselection @yesterdaysgone @alexusonfire @nobody-important1212

[dr-lizortecho]

I will be taking rnm bingo as an excuse to get caught up on my bookmarks, and add to my echo rec list <3

[svltzmans]

i'm writing another blurb in the same style i wrote the one i recently posted, y'all seemed to like it 😭

[neil-gaiman]

Hello! I hope you’re doing well today. Recently, I purchased a book called “A Haunting On A Hill” by Elizabeth Hand. The book is the first return to “The Haunting Of Hill House” setting ever authorized by Shirley Jackson’s estate. On the cover is a quote by a Mr. Neil Gaiman endorsing the book. My question to you sir is, when famous authors enforce a book, is it one you’ve actually read? Or is it handled by publicists and the like. I’m dreadfully curious and you’re the only author I have any hope of contacting! Thank you for your time.

I can't speak for anyone else, but I was sent "A Haunting on a Hill" by Liz Hand because Liz knew how much I loved Shirley Jackson, and I've been a fan of Liz's for decades.

I read it and when I had finished I wrote to Liz, to say "It's quite extraordinary. It's not pastiche, not ventriloquism. It puts me strongly in mind of a singer you love covering a song by another artist. It's that song but now it's being done by someone else. Remarkable." and she asked if that could be the blurb, and I said sure although it was just meant to have been a note to her, so I polished that and it became the blurb.

[imdoingsortagay]

Hi! Can I request smut where Agatha fucks R against a wall with her strap? 👉👈

Smut below the cut so if i see any minors interact imma BLOCK YA ASSES

“Are you sure that you can lift me up, baby ?” You ask Agatha who only stretches a bit, ready to prove that all her months of training with Wanda have helped her.

From the moment you had met the older woman at the bar 2 years ago, sex with her was nothing from adventurous. She was determined to do anything and everything with you as long as she had your full consent of course.

Then came the drunk little joke you told her once when you decided to spend the weekend together.

The horny mind had taken over as you told your girlfriend how hot it’d be if she fucking you against the wall, rambling about seeing her buff before you fell asleep minutes later.

After a couple of months of Wanda asking her to come with her to work out as she had been nervous to go alone, Agatha decided to go to give some support to her best friend, the case of a piece of shit man decided to ruin her day.

At first, she decided just to work on cardio, but the woman had changed her mind to build up some muscle. Before Agatha knew it, she could see you ogling at her when she was doing some simple tasks.

" Baby," Agatha starts off," all these months of working out have led me to this moment. I wanna make all your dreams come true and them some" She says before slowly inserting the purple strap on inside of you.

The toy going inside your wet cunt elicited some groans from Agatha, wishing that she could feel how amazing it is to be inside of you. She stays inside of you before you tap on her shoulder a couple of times, signaling that you're ready for her to fuck you.

" oh Fuck," you yelp in surprise, feeling yourself get more soaked with Agatha's strength and just imagining all the things she can do to you.

" Daddy's whore looks too good being fucked against the wall," Agatha says as she's fucking into you against the wall. Leaving marks on your neck that will defiantly take a while to go away but you don't care in the moment as she continues with her degrading along with praising.

" Fuck your so hot Daddy," you loudly moan, Agatha, groaning right after. A Couple of minutes pass by before your girlfriend gets tired lifting you in her arms as she keeps the toy inside you to get to the bed.

" Ugh DADYYYY," You yelp out, Agatha helping you bounce in her lap with her strap in her, making you see stars like never before. While most of the time you can bounce on her cock, she decides to help you out.

" Look at those tits of your slut," She says before taking your left nipple into her mouth while still helping you ride her. You slowly feel your mind go hazy with all that she's doing, feeling so good at the moment. It doesn't take long before Agatha notices this and helps you get to cum.

" My little slut ready to cum on daddy's cock? Oh, I know you after seeing you go fuzzy inside that little brain of yours," she tells you and all you can do is nod, unsure about talking in the moment.

" Use your words bunny," Agatha orders, holding your head up and forcing you to make eye contact with you. In the two years of being with this woman, she could easily make you crumble in her hands by doing that.

" M gonna cum Daddy," you whine out," Wanna cum on my daddy's cock pleaseee,".

Feeling pity for you, Agatha helps you out by taking one of her hands to your clit. All the dirty talking coming from your girlfriend, her rubbing your clit, and the way the large strap on between her legs sends you over the edge. At that moment, Agatha is grateful for having thick walls as you loudly yell and fall into her lover's arms.

" My pretty bunny did so well for me," Slowly pulling out of your drenched pussy. She remembers the next time you two have sex to remind you about taking pictures of her work with a Polaroid. God your pussy was so wet.

" Can we do this again Daddy?" You ask while Agatha uses her magic to clean you up, wanting to comfort you.

"Of course bunny," she pauses as she looks at you" Anything for my little bunny".

[darlingjude]

are you done w tumblr? I don’t see you post anything anymore :(

i will still be posting from time to time definitely 🤍 sometimes i just cba opening my inbox and other times i tweet instead of coming on tumblr😭 my friend that was using this acc to write her blurbs and shit isn’t actually using it anymore, so now it’s just me starting football convos !!

[sheisnotalone]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭? | 𝐰. 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

prompt: golden hour | prompt list

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader (no pronouns used)

category: angst but ends in fluff

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"Can you just shut up for one minute? I am going insane if you keep talking" Wanda turned her head back to focus on the road again. The two of you had been arguing for the last few hours and at this point you don't even remember what started it. One minute you had been entering the car after a lovely weekend together, the next you yelled at each other. You hated fighting with your girlfriend, but who doesn't? It just seemed like this fight would take no end.

"Fine then I will shut up, I won't say another word to you today" and with that you crossed your arms in front of your chest and looked out of the window, head tuned so the woman next to you was not in your line of sight. You had been so worked up that you even considered asking her to stop so you can take an uber. But that's ridiculous. The anger was brodling inside of you and you could have snapped at any minute yelling even more at the redhead than you had before. You chewed on your lower lip to stay quiet and not say something you would regret immediately. You were so focused on yourself that you missed the single tear that rolled down Wanda's face.

The car was silent, the only sounds you could hear were coming from the engine. You didn't know how long you would have to sit in the car until you arrived, but you knew you wouldn't be the one breaking the silence. You wouldn't let her win this. An hour passed, then two and neither of spoke a word.

Then suddenly Wanda let out a gasp "it's beautiful". You turned your head around to figure out what she was talking about. When you didn't respond she raised her hand and pointed to the horizon in front of you. "Look, it's the golden hour" she whispered. You let out a small gasp as well when you saw what she is pointing at. A few minutes passed as you both stared at the beautiful sunset in front of you. Then Wanda broke the silence again "I'm sorry". "For what?" you replied, turning your head so you could face her. "I don't know actually. What were we even fighting about? I don't want to be mad at you anymore" she confessed. "I'm sorry as well. We are probably just exhausted from the weekend, that's all" you concluded "let's get home and just have a relaxing evening, just you me and a sitcom, you choose". "I love you" she whispered, shortly meeting your eyes with hers before looking back to the road again, she was still driving after all. "I love you too" you mumbled back before leananing over and pressing a soft kiss against her cheek.

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[euqinim0dart]

My 2nd illustrated kids books Everyone Starts Small, written by Liz Garton Scanlon, is now OPEN for Pre-orders!

"Spring rains change Water from a tumbling creek to a roaring river and bring Tree nutrients it needs to stretch toward the sky. As Sun’s rays intensify, the sprouts and fruits and insects of the forest grow and bloom and develop, all working together in harmony. Even Fire, whose work causes Tree to ache from the inside, brings opportunity for the next generation of flora and fauna. Paired with the vivid, organic imagery of Dominique Ramsey, Liz Garton Scanlon’s poetic tribute to our planet’s resilience is a resonant story of life, death, and regeneration." - blurb

You can pre-order here, it will be coming to shelves officially in March 2024!

[ptergwen]

hi val, i loved can’t get close so much. i’m so excited that you have your requests open. can you please do a fic with clingy puppy peter energy again where petey is just a sweet cuddly baby at a friendgroup sleepover fighting for his life cause he’s having to constantly share the readers attention with everyone else and he’s just a pouty baby but then he just gives up on being a sweet beb and turns into a chaotic horny devil to get readers attention lol. thank you <3

requests & asks | blurb masterlist | main masterlist

warnings: 18+, suggestiveness, language, mentions of drinking, and implied smut

a/n: thank you lovely! since this fit so well i decided to make it a little continuation of can’t get close but it can totally be read as a stand alone too! keep the requests coming y’all, happy reading <3

“those are the rules, peter. boys out there, girls in here.”

“well, the rules suck. who made them?”

“i did.”

your friends are staying the night because it’s late and everyone has been drinking, which is the perfect excuse for a sleepover. you’ve decided to split it so that you, liz, mj, and betty sleep in your room. you thought peter, harry, and ned could take the living room, but peter would rather be with you.

peter holds both your hands and swings them back and forth.

“ugh, y/n/n. you and your rules. why?”

“so there’s no funny business. you know ned and betty would go at it like rabbits.”

“you think liz and mj wouldn’t?”

“no, they have class. besides, someone’s gotta keep harry company.”

peter loops his arms around your waist, pouting out his bottom lip.

“but i wanna sleep with you.”

you laugh and take his hands again. he keeps his arms around you.

“your sex drive is out of control, tiger.”

“no, not like that. i mean, i’m not opposed, but i meant i wanna sleep in your bed.”

“why, you’re above the couch?”

“because i wanna be with you.”

you peck peter’s lips with a grin. he’s making his puppy eyes at you, and no matter how cute they are, he should know by now that they don’t work on you.

“i know, but some guy time would be good for you, and i need girl time.“

betty pops her head out of your bedroom door.

“y/n, c’mon! liz raided your bathroom for stuff to do facials.“

“that’s my cue. be right there, betts!”

peter tightens his arms around you.

“seriously? you’re such a baby.“

“your baby.”

“very cute, but let me go.”

“why can’t i just join you? i like facials.”

“so do them with ned and harry. you’ve gotta let me go now, peter.”

“nuh uh.”

“peter.”

it takes some effort, but you manage to pry peter off of you and free yourself from his arms. peter whines like the baby he is. you bite back a smile.

“i’ll see you later, okay?”

“fine. enjoy girl time.”

you connect your lips with his once more. peter tries to deepen the kiss. you slip away before he can and run off to your room, where your friends are waiting for you. you turn back to look at peter, smirking. he hears you and the rest of the girls giggling, then the door shuts behind you.

peter accepts his defeat and heads into the living room to join ned and harry.

harry sits in the middle of the couch with his arms spread out on either cushion. he sips a beer while ned searches for something on your tv.

“parker, there you are! leeds was just about to introduce me to star wars.”

“you’ve never seen star wars?”

peter sits down next to harry.

“nope, not a single one.”

“dude, that’s insane. they’re cult classics.”

“exactly what i said. harry, we’re about to change your life, bro.”

“i’m counting on it, leeds. hit it.”

ned presses play on the movie. harry passes him his beer. ned takes a swig and offers it to peter, but he declines.

peter and ned answer all of harry’s questions about star wars, which are numerous, but they don’t mind. it’s always nice when someone appreciates their star wars knowledge. harry and ned get easily invested in the movie. as much as peter loves it, his mind is elsewhere.

he keeps hearing laughter and squeals coming from your room, and he can make out every single one that comes from you.

what he’d give to be in there.

“you know what the girls were doing earlier? facials.”

“oh, shit. for real? that’s kinky.”

“not those kinds of facials, ned. the ones with face masks.”

“no, leeds is right. girls do kinky shit at sleepovers. sheesh, if only we could see what they were up to.”

that gives peter an idea.

“who says we can’t?”

the three of them tiptoe to your room, lead by peter. he puts a finger to his lips to signal ned and harry to be quiet. ned is behind him, and harry is behind ned. peter opens up your door a crack and peeks in.

liz is doing betty’s hair while she reads a magazine, mj is drawing, and you’re coloring in her work.

yeah, super kinky.

“i can’t see,” ned whispers. “you’re not missing much,” harry replies.

“peter, why do you get to be in the front? i’m the shortest.”

“because it was my idea.”

“so what?”

“so shut up.”

peter leans in to get a better look at you. you’re lying on the floor, on your stomach, tongue stuck out in concentration as you color. you’ve changed into pajamas, one of peter’s shirts. he absolutely swoons at that.

“what’s betty doing?”

“quiet, leeds. you’re gonna get us caught.”

“yeah, ned. be quiet.”

“will someone just tell me what’s going on?”

peter looks inside again, but none of you are there.

“they’re gone.”

“huh?”

“how?”

“i don’t know, they’re just gone. maybe they-“

the door opens up, and peter falls forward. liz has her hand on the doorknob. the rest of you are beside her. she puts her hands on her hips, glaring down at peter, then up at harry and ned.

“boys.”

ned and harry exchange a look.

“this was your idea, pete. you’re on your own.”

“what?”

“yeah, i’m with harry. sorry!”

the two of them run back to the living room, leaving peter to deal with all four of your wraths. he smiles awkwardly at you.

“this isn’t what it looks like.”

“were you spying on us?” betty asks. “perv,” mj adds.

“okay, it’s exactly what it looks like. but i can explain.”

“start talking,” liz says.

you extend a hand to help peter up, a smirk playing on your lips. he takes it and gets to his feet. heat rushes to his cheeks as he meets your eyes.

“i missed you.”

“really? that’s all you’ve got?” mj scoffs.

peter nods. you chuckle and pinch one of his blushing cheeks.

“that’s sweet, tiger. but spying on us isn’t cool. go back to the boys.”

“but i-“

“you heard her,” betty echoes.

she crosses her arms. liz shoves peter, and he stumbles back into the doorway.

“y/n, do something!”

you shrug. mj presses her lips into a sarcastic smile and slams the door in peter’s face, then the four of you continue as you were.

peter, ned, and harry finish the rest of star wars. they put on the next one after that, seeing as they have nothing better to do. ned and harry share the rest of the beer, which makes them sleepy. they eventually end up passing out. their heads are rested against the other’s, both snoring.

so much for guy time.

screw it, peter wants to see you, and he has one more trick up his sleeve that he knows you can’t resist.

liz is asleep on mj’s shoulder. mj is still awake, but her eyes are barely open. betty is curled up under your covers. you’re about to head to bed yourself when you hear knocking at your door. you pad over to the door and open it. not to your surprise, it’s peter.

“who is it? the perv?” mj asks through a yawn. “yup. be right back,” you say.

you leave your room and shut the door behind you. peter grins widely, too widely.

“what is it now, peter?”

“nothing. i just came to say goodnight.”

“okay, goodnight.”

you turn to go back in your room, but peter grabs you by your waist. he slides his hands down to your hips and inches his way closer to you, so close your lips are almost touching.

“could i get a goodnight kiss?”

“you don’t have to ask.”

with that, peter kisses you softly. he backs you against your door and lets his hands move lower and lower down your body. you giggle against his lips, pushing him back by his shoulders.

“nice try, tiger. but i’m going to bed.”

peter ignores you and kisses down your neck. his hands travel underneath your shirt.

“i love it when you wear my clothes, y’know. it’s so hot.”

“doesn’t take much to get you going.”

peter runs his fingers up and down your sides. the feeling of his warm hands on your bare skin sends shivers down your spine. he tugs on either end of your panties, leaving a kiss on your collarbone. his dark eyes lock with yours as he presses himself against you. you can feel him through his sweatpants, prompting that familiar ache in your core. you instinctively buck your hips.

“you either, angel.”

he’s right, you’re too worked up now to go to sleep. you need him. you roll your eyes, but give in.

“bathroom, now.”

you hurry into the bathroom and turn on the light. peter smiles in satisfaction. you pull him inside by the collar of his shirt, locking the door behind him.

[pupyuj]

— MASTERLIST !!

• IVE

— ahn yujin.

▪︎ "careful what you wish for." [dom!yujin x sub!virgin!reader]

▪︎ "dress." [dom!sugar mommy!yujin x sub!sugar baby!reader]

▪︎ "the most pleasant surprise." [sub!yujin x (soft) dom!reader]

▪︎ "body party." [dom!bimbo!yujin x sub!gym rat!reader]

— kim gaeul.

▪︎ none.

— naoi rei.

▪︎ "special girl." [dom!vers!rei x sub!vers!reader.]

— jang wonyoung.

▪︎ "magic words." [dom!mean girl!wonyoung x sub!virgin!reader]

— kim jiwon / liz.

▪︎ none.

• AESPA

— yu jimin / karina.

▪︎ none.

— uchinaga aeri / giselle.

▪︎ none.

— kim minjeong / winter.

▪︎ "simple solutions." [switch!cheater!winter x switch!reader]

— ning yizhuo. / ningning.

▪︎ none.

• LE SSERAFIM

— kim chaewon.

▪︎ none.

— miyawaki sakura.

▪︎ none.

— huh yunjin.

▪︎ none.

— nakamura kazuha.

▪︎ "nobody like you." [dom!kazuha x sub!reader]

• STAYC

— bae sumin.

▪︎ none.

— park sieun.

▪︎ none.

— lee chaeyoung / isa.

▪︎ none.

— yoon seeun.

▪︎ "temporary fix." [dom!bottom!seeun x sub!top!virgin!reader]

— shim jayoon / yoon.

▪︎ none.

— jang yeeun / j.

▪︎ none.

!! masterlist/tags will be updated once thoughts/blurbs are uploaded for girls in their respective groups !!

!! if the list gets too long, it will be separated into two or more !!

[didhewinkback]

so I love your writing - so much - and I’m brand new to the Harry styles fandom (I’ve admired from afar for years)… could you recommend your favourite writers and fics?? I love your writing so I know that you have to have some good recommendations up your sleeve!!!

omg hiii welcome !! this is so nice and this is my favorite question ever im more than happy to rec bc i am a fic reading machine okay.

so i've listed my faves by my faves as well as their masterlists so you can check out their other works and in reading it back i realize instead of making you a quick easy go-to guide to my fave fics i've written you a novel with soooo many recs. god bless and godspeed and i hope you enjoy !!

(in no particular order)

tis the damn season by @harrytheehottie i love el's writing so so much so its tough to pick a fave bc spinning out is really such a close second but these two mean everything to me, i just love their dynamic and the strong characterizations and the drama !! here's her masterlist, you really cant go wrong here they're all fireeee

hazy by @oh-honey-styles i am a self proclaimed anne stan so picking a fave is super difficult but hazy just sneaks above the rest for me because i just love them and i loove how harry is written here check out her masterlist tho but they are all so so good anne's writing is everything

lighthouse by @for-fucks-sake-h okay my fave of anna's changes allll the time but i did rec jamaica me happy last time so lighthouse wins this round but also all of their one shots/ blurbs are so good too i think about la paloma and never coming back down all the time. check out her masterlist as well u are guaranteed to find ur own fave

the close quarters series by @andwhenshesays was everything to me in 2020 but also you have to read trick of the light & have ur life changed (i can't find kate's masterlist but all of their fics are top tier so go poke around there)

all things yet to come by @soysauceharry is one of my favorite fics i've ever read and i come back to it often, amina has such a way with language and love stories that make it such a delightful re-read, i find new favorite lines all the time. check out their masterlist bc you really cant go wrong there

a soft place to fall by @hslllot i love it so much and can't wait to read more of it. it is such a lovely world to dive into, a perfect escape and shan has a really lovely way with the characters. check out their masterlist bc its toooo too good

the last line by @harry-on-broadway okay im a big tying you to me girl but this new series by sarah was so good, really fun dynamic between penny and harry and lots of fun drama. a really fun read, check out their masterlist too everything is so good

cavalcami by @all-things-fic ohhh i just adore liz's writing it was actually impossible to just rec one, im really partial to the quarantine harry series as well. i just reallly love the relationship dynamics they explore so well, each fic is such a lovely journey and also hot as hell most of the time not gonna line. you can find their masterlist here

infatuation on a mutual level by @harrygoeswest i really loooved this one by katie its so lovely and sweet and fun, i read it in one sitting i was truly hooked, i can't find a way to link her other stories in one go but check them out they're all great!!!

cloudbusting by @starsstruck is one of my all all time faves, i re-read it often. its such a lovely story with really interesting characters and a really lovely love story that makes you want to scream in the best way possible. charlotte has a way of writing really palpable chemistry, i can't find a way to link a masterlist of hers but one of her shorter fics blue dream is one of my faves as well

if you're looking for something shorter and sweet that will make u sweat pls check out our queen of the blurbs @harrysblackcoat nikki alwaysssss brings the fire with her blurbs, which you can find all of them right here it is actually impossible for me to choose a fave but i think of this one often lhh 4ever

ugh a lot of my other faves have since deleted which i respect and understand and also i have just recommended you about 600,000 words to read so godspeed lmk what you think, also if you read any of their works be sure to shoot them a message it really means soooo so much when readers reach out to say what they've liked about the fics!!

[sweetlittlegingy]

Lavender Haze

✰ Midnights Masterlist

✰ Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/n

✰ Word Count: 3 K

✰ Warning: Toxic family and sexism (reader's parents), drinking, fluff, smutty themes, protective!Jake

✰ A/n: This was only supposed to be a blurb, but here we are 3000 words later... I don't know what a blurb is apparently. Also, I do not have a taglist, follow my library and turn on notifications for updates!

✰ Library

Staring at the ceiling with you

Oh, you don't ever say too much

And you don't really read into

My melancholia

…

“You still with me darlin’?”

The question pulls you from your daydream, and you glance back at Jake. His hand gives you a gentle squeeze when he sees the tense smile you force yourself to make, and shifts closer to you automatically. Slightly moving back farther into the settee and pulling your body closer to him, as his arm settles behind your back.

“I just hate coming here, they’re overbearing.”

As you mutter the words, your eyes flitter around the room taking in the spectacle that is your parents. The decor of your parents' house was always rich and elegant, though the added dried lavender was a new addition. Your mother had claimed that given it was spring, lavender could be the theme of the party. Resulting in not only dried lavender everywhere but hints of purple decor, lining the walls. There had been so much lavender added to the house, the smell was overbearing, and mixed with the purple décor, together they were both giving you a migraine.

You were used to the incessant loop of people coming in and out of your house, throughout your childhood a weekly was the usual occurrence.

Though now seeing so many unfamiliar faces, you quietly wondered what your parents must have done to run off those that you grew up with. The current array of your parent’s friends were snobby elites that clearly had too much money, and each of them was as annoying as the next. The constant string of questions and judgmental looks, while they rotate you through the groups like a stab of meat, was something you became accustomed to at a young age. But as you’ve gotten old it only seems to have worsened, and socially acceptable boundaries didn't exist when it came to questions about your life.

It was no easy task being the only daughter of Texas socialites; privacy had become a foreign topic and you could no longer do right in your parent’s eyes. Having left the state quite abruptly, when you decided to follow Jake to California and finish your degree online, was only the tip of your ever-growing list of disappointments. The long list ranged from the fact that you weren't married yet, to how you hadn't given them a grandchild, and so forth.

Coming home hadn’t even been your choice, but Jake was coming home to Austin to visit his family and the decision had been made. You loved Jake’s family and the decision to see them after 9 months was easy.

The visit was supposed to be 2 weeks with his family only, though your plans were quickly demolished when your mother called and heard Jake playing with his nieces. Your plan to play it off as they came to California for a visit would have worked if your mother didn’t have to put her nose in other people’s business.

Though like the wonderful woman she is, she called Jake’s mother almost instantly and found out the truth. You were in no way upset with Liz, she was the sweetest woman that you had ever met, and you hadn’t exactly mentioned that you were avoiding your family. While the Seresin family knew that your family didn't always get along, the drama that accompanied your family name, wasn't something that you wanted to bring them into.

Though the slip-up landed you here, back on your parent’s estate and drinking your sorrows away. The “herbalist” Lavender Champagne was one that your mother learned about in a Martha Stewart cookbook, though she had told everyone that Martha had given it to her personally. Typical behavior from the woman; she’s always been a compulsive liar.

The lavender stems were anything but calming, and more so a frufru additive to the imported drink, subsequently it had helped the 4-hour dinner party move faster. You were on your third glass, while Jake had switched to scotch after dinner and the small buzz was a welcomed distraction.

The home you and Jake found on the highly uncomfortable settee, which was more for show than anything, had been your safe haven. The both of you settled it after you had done one set of rounds and had stayed in it since. Though the luxury fades away as you see your mother heading through the crowd, with a group of women and making a b-line for you and Jake.

“Sweetie, you might want to slip away before the crows can sink their claws into you.”

The group of older women had no sense of personal space when it came to Jake, the constant pawing and flirting was an event that you would only let Jake deal with once tonight. Jake's gaze moves to where your staring and instantly sucks in a harsh breath. He sits the both of you upright, before placing a kiss on your cheek and moving to leave.

“Signal if you need me darlin’.”

“And how should I do that?” the teasing tone in your voice, makes him smile. Glad to see that even with the events of the night, you can still be your chipper, sarcastic self.

“I mean, you could just start yelling mayday like a lunatic, but a subtle ‘excuse me I need a refill’ should suffice.”

The wink that Jake gives you, before slipping past your mother barely avoiding her clutch, has you giggling. Though you’re quick to cover it up when your mother glares at you and takes a seat next to you, motioning the group of ladies to do the same.

…

All they keep asking me

Is if I'm gonna be your bride

The only kinda girl they see

Is a one-night or a wife

…

“Y/n, it’s so good to see you. Your mother always has so much to say about you.”

You can’t quite remember the lady's name, the rotation of women your mother kept was highly overwhelming and quite petty. Though you can only nod to the woman, as another interrupts and asks about you and Jake.

The hand your mother had settled on your back tenses slightly, as she jabs one of her nails into your lower back and you fight to hide your wince. Her own voice takes over the question for you, leaving you to glance around the room. You catch sight of Jake over by the liquor cabinet, surrounded by your father’s friends from the country club.

The well-tailored slacks and blazer had had your mouth watering from the moment you saw them on him. The heat of your gaze must alert him to your staring, as his emerald, green eyes flash to you and a teasing smirk crosses his lips.  The cheeky wink he gives you has you looking away quickly and you can’t help but blush knowing that you’ve been caught.

“– isn’t that right Y/n?”

Your attention is quickly back on the group when you hear your mother state your name. A small hum falls from your lips, in hopes that your mother will, willingly repeat what she said.

“You and Jake.” Her harsh tone is followed by another jab to your spine, and you slightly grit your teeth in pain and annoyance.

“Yes, Jake and I are going on our five-year anniversary.”

Your smile is genuine when it crosses your face, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by the surrounding group. You and Jake met when you were only 15 and started dating right after high school. He was the best thing that ever happened to you, and you were thankful that your relationship had stayed so strong through the years.

The topic of marriage had come up many times, though you had expressed that you wanted to finish school before you tied the knot. Knowing that your mother would want a “perfect” wedding that was a grand event; was an added stress that you couldn't have right now alongside your studies.

“And yet there’s no ring?” The statement more so, than a question comes from your Aunt Fran and the harsh tease is hard to miss when the ladies around you silently whisper.

“We’re very happy, with our current status.” The sweet smile you give is anything but, “Unlike some of you, I’m not actively looking for a husband with a formidable amount of money for me to spend.”

This time you can’t hide your wince when your mother jabs at your back, and the once slightly painful action, now has your back bowing away from her hand. If the ladies notice your reaction, no one says anything and the harsh glare from your mother has you tipping the rest of your champagne back.

“I’d be careful darling. You’re almost 25, and well, he’s bound to get bored with you.”

You give your aunt a tight smile, holding your tongue as you glance at the clock on the overhead wall. The comment wasn't one you hadn't heard before, but the delivery of it seemed to get blunter each time she said it. The ticking of the hands is a welcomed sight, as the big hand slowly moves toward the twelve and brings you that much closer to your escape.

…

They're bringing up my history

But you weren't even listening

…

The topic of conversation quickly drifted to the current Texas politics and gossip from around town, while you quietly zoned out and enjoy the growing buzz that the champagne fills you with. The ladies’ voices drown together and their high-pitched laughter only adds to your growing migraine. The hand that had been resting in your lap comes to rub your head, and rakes through your hair to push the strands from your face.

Jake had been watching you since the moment he left you, not trusting your mother and what she could bring up. He’d noticed each wince you had tried to hold in; over the years he had become a custom to your actions and could always tell when your mother was behind said actions.

“So, Jake is y/n behaving for you? She’s never been good at listening; I can imagine she only gotten worse with the move.”

Jake had been used to your parents constantly harping on you and putting you down, though it was never easy. Jake had seen you through all of your teenage years, and he knew for a fact that you had never questioned your parents. You had always been the kind sweet girl, that worried about good grades and making sure she never disappointed anyone.

Well, up until you decided to go to university and move to California with Jake. Those two decisions had been the cataclysmic event that pushed the snowball off the hill, leading it into a never-ending roll. Each little problem that your parents found only added to the issues. It had become a compilation of why you were a disappointment and reasons to hate you.

The slight glare that Jake gives your father, has him starting in on another topic without Jake’s reply. Though the new topic had been just as bad, if not worse.

“I’m sure you do agree though, that her going to school is unacceptable. A lady’s place is in the home, taking care of things.”

He follows the statement up with a wink, and Jake is slightly stunned by the comment. The whites of his knuckles now visible, with the tightening grasp he has on the scotch glass. Jake would be afraid of breaking it, though it might be a nice distraction. Given the fact that his anger was only growing and the chances of punching your father were only growing.

“Excuses me.”

“I said –”

“No, I know what you said. I just can’t believe how much of a pretentious sexist asshole you are. Y/n is doing exceptional in school, and I am extremely proud of her.” The slight step that Jake takes closer to your father, is hard to miss and though you couldn’t hear what they were saying, you knew enough, that it wasn’t good.

 “Also, whatever she decides to do with her life, is her decision, not yours. So, I suggest you back the fuck off.”

…

Surreal

I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say

No deal

The 1950s shit they want from me

…

As Jake steps away from your father, you give your mother and the ladies surrounding you a look before getting up and making your way toward him.

“You won't be young forever darling. Why I'd be worried already, how do you know he doesn’t have someone on the side?”

The statement is made towards your back as you pass your aunt Fran, it causes you to stiffen slightly. You knew that Jake would never cheat on you, you both loved each other immensely, but that didn't make hearing their bitter comments any easier. It was something you got quite good at, letting each of their comments roll off your back. Though it seemed to work against you, with comments only getting worse after every party when they couldn't get the desired reaction from you.

Jake had made it to your side, just as your mother and aunt started laughing causing the ladies around them to giggle to your demise. His warm hand wraps around your forearm and pulls you into his chest, placing a delicate kiss on your brow before pulling back. His green eyes silently watch you in question, though you can only shake your head in reply. The sooner you left this monstrous house the better.

You may have grown into a strong, brilliant young lady, but being back in this position felt like your parents still had control over you. It felt like you were still that little girl that worked herself to death, just to please those around her.

“Sweetheart let's go home.”

The words are muttered into your ear, as the warmth of Jake’s breath cascades over you and relaxes you slightly. You nod in return, turning your head so your forehead can rest against his own before placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

A silent thank you.

You leave the crowd in a blur, only consumed in the comfort Jake brings you. Neither of you tell your parents goodbye, and you silently hope that it will upset them enough that you wouldn’t be invited back.

The cool fresh air of the night calms you as you step outside the house, and Jake's arms slip around your waist as he places delicate kisses along your neck. His chin settles on your neck, while is hands tighten around it, almost as if he was afraid, you would slip away.

“You know how proud I am of you right?”

You hum slightly, just enjoying the feeling of being in his arms. The buzz from the champagne fades away, and in its place is Jake.

“You amaze me every day sweetheart, and no matter what anyone says, I will always love you.” The loving statement makes you nuzzle back into Jake and place a kiss on his cheek. Though the seriousness of the moment fades, as Jake teasingly bites along the passage of your neck. You tilt your head to the side and let him have full access to the passage, as small moans emit from your lips.

You turn in Jake’s hold, going to wrap your arms around his neck, and place a slow kiss on his lips. The heat radiates between the two of you and has a steady yearning coming from your core. Both of your lips move in sync, slotting perfectly together with no care for the surrounding world.

Jake's hands grasp at your hips, as the material of your dress rises slightly up your thighs and creates the perfect space for Jake to slot his thigh between your own. The tug on your hips causes your core to brush harshly against the material of Jake's slacks. The jolt sent through your body, has you grasping onto Jake’s hair even tighter and pulling at it.

You only pull back when you have to gasp for a breath, though Jake doesn’t hesitate and goes to work on your jawline. The tip back of your head gives him even more access and your eyes barely opening to see the night sky, as a needy moan tumbles from your lips. Your mind lays in a haze of need and want for Jake, more than willing to have him take you on your parent's front lawn.

You pant slightly as Jake places one last kiss on your lips, before pulling away and resting his forehead against yours, causing your noses barely brush each other. The green of his eyes shines bright in comparison to the house lamps, and you wonder how you got so lucky.

“I love you.”

Jake had never been shy about expressing his love for you and the three words, even after all these years, still made you feel like you were floating on a cloud. The wide smile that breaks out across your lips only stays for a second, as you press a sweet giddy kiss once again against his lips.

“I love you.”

Your smile mirrors one another other, though it's quickly displaced as Jake's hands that had settled on your hips start to tickle you. Laughter erupts from your chest, as you break out of his hold and run. Your heels fall from your feet, landing in the drive, as your dress flares out behind you.

Jake's own laughing seems to be closing in on you and causes you to speed up, while your own laughs grow louder and interrupt the still night. Your mind is abuzz and clouded with a warm haze, that can only be attributed to Jake and as you glance back once more over your shoulder, his hands grasp onto you and spin you around.

Your lips find a home against each other, and you decide then that the haze Jake fills your mind with, is one you wanted to live in forever.