#peter criss smut

[black--cherryy]

⚠️ Kiss smut ⚠️

(Cuz I feel naughty)

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Let's see what the boys have going on under their pants.

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Paul: I think he maybe doesn't have a too long member..Maybe around 16cm and idk it's cut and normal looking I'm sorry..Idk he has a basic one.

Ace: Now for Ace I think he has the longest of all the members and a thick one..Idk the size like exactly but it's longer than the average.

Peter: I think he has a thick motherf*cker I mean we all saw that one picture *cough* right? Anyway. It's not too long like around 16cm (maybe?) but I mainly based it off of that picture so...

Gene: Lmao..Idk why but the more guys are obsessed with women the more their dicks seem to be small..Now I won't say that he has a small one but I think it's the smallest of them all..(Sorry to all the Gene groupies)

[ediewentmissing]

so i’m a chronic KISS collector (take it after my old man) and i own this expensive piece

and everytime i look at it, i imagine peter criss (cat man) as eddie. i know it doesn’t look that much like him, but just think abt it.

eddie’s on stage with corroded coffin, chunky platform boots on, happy trail and nipples displayed, tight latex pants hugging his thighs and ass, and a cross necklace wrapped around his biteable neck.

and the women, they’re kneeling down in front of the stage, cleavage out, in revealing, clinging clothing, begging and pleading for the hottest member of the band, eddie, to notice them.

[groupiewhoreee]

Hey! Do you think you could write either some nsfw headcanon for gene or a nsfw alphabet? Maybe something with a height difference? He’s 6’2 (6’8 in the platforms) and ya girl is 4’9 😂 anyways thanks babs luv ya! 😗✨❤️

omg hii again! yess, i'd love to, i love gene hes so cool 😭 i'll include the height diff into the nsfw alphabet. holy shit never actually realized that uh okay damn. i'm like 5'..1? idk something i don't remember !! luv ya too! 💕🤧

NSFW ALPHABET

(GENE SIMMONS!)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I don't think he's much or too much of an romantic type, but he tries his best. He always is trying to get you things you'd like, and stuff like that. During aftercare, he'll kiss your forehead, and help clean you up. Bring you to bed(if you didn't do it on the bed), sleep with you, and in the morning he'll stay with you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think Gene likes the way he towers over you in the boots and just the way he is. When he looks down at you, and you have to look up at him. How you sometimes have to get a step-stool like thing to get there and kiss him. He still has to bend over a little. Or he'll say he likes ur lips, because of the way they taste and how you kiss him. He likes his hands though, because he is able to play guitar and trail his hands up and down ur body.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Gene likes to let his load out upon anywhere on you, but not all the time. He'll cum on ur ass or stomach, but if that isn't what u want, it'll be in ur mouth. He'll force you to swallow it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Personally, Gene has nothing to keep from you. He is an open book, and is totally willing to talk to you about anything. He loves you, and doesn't want you to think he's hiding anything, but he'll like to share you with Paul.. I KNOW, but he isn't gonna keep it from you..

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Guys. Rockstar, Groupie? Make sense? Of course he has experience on him, he's very experienced, and he obviously knows what he's doing. He has pounded many groupies beforehand, it probably explains why he isn't as romantic after sex because he's used to groupies.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He is an open book, so any position is good with him, but he prefers doggy style as much as anything. Although he does like reverse cowgirl or any way you two land up. But if u'd like to try a new position thats fine with him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's a goofy one during sex, giggling and laughing when you fall off the bed or make a weird noise, but gets very serious during sex, the eye contact is amazing, but he can't help but smile at you because ur smiling at him. He says ur smile is very beautiful.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Same color as the hair on his head, and of course you can see it. He doesn't have to be asked to trim it nor groom, because he'll do it anyway for you. He doesn't like them either dude. He has a lotta hair on him, when he gets sweaty its worse. You don't even ask him to shave anywhere and he does.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like I said, Gene isn't very great with romantic shit, it just isn't him as much. He does try a lot for you if thats what you want, like candles, romantic music, and rose petals but not all the time. He tries his best to be somewhat intimate with you. Although he isn't like Tommy Lee. He isn't a hopeless romantic like him, although he can be if you want him too, he wants to try his best with you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't actually do it much. Sometimes, yeah when he's on tour, but usually phone sex happens. He wants to at-least hear your pretty little cries, but at times he just doesn't masturbate at all. He doesn't really touch his weenie much, it rarely happens unless he's really in the mood. Otherwise he doesn't do it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Not much of a kink man, although dude is into ball gags and shit, bdsm maybe. When he roughs you up, he calls you slut, whore, all that stuff, but sometimes its just hair pulling or teasing you heavily.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes the bed because pillows, and its comfortable for him, because the feels. But he's willing to do it over tables, counters, in public. He tried doing it in a public bathroom or in one of those family restrooms and under a restaurant table. He doesn't mind public sex. Doesn't like the way people can see, but whatever is good w him, ig.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you in black lingerie. Totally gets him going. He'll pop one and thats the go too, you know it turns him on so thats why you wear it so much.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn't ever try and hurt you as much, spanking a few times is okay, but nothing to over the top. And definitely nothing with bodily fluids. (You know the ones), and nothing with Feet. Absolutely not. He'll call it off and probably just not have sex with you or leave you if thats what your really into because that's disgusting for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As much as he adores receiving, he doesn't mind about giving. He loves to please you, especially if he's between your legs, kissing all around and then finally placing his hot mouth and sucking the living shit out of you and teasing you with his tongue just to see you beg and hear you whine and whimper for him. He loves blowies, so definitely give those to him first beforehand.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Eh, Gene is slow at first, but he gets fast longer it goes. He'll get sloppy too, but if you want fast and rough then there. He wants sex to be as sensual as it can be.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's a busy rockstar so, quickies bound to happen at times. Its often, although he prefers actual sex and having his time with you, quickies is usually what you two have to do, because he doesn't get much time with you, sorry.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Hes down, but not too down. You have to explain to him what the risk is your going to take and then see if he'll agree to it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last a few rounds until he finally says he's too tired and he starts getting sloppy. He can last for a few minutes during sex until he actually lets his load out, but he can last about an hour pounding into you until its the next round for you two.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Y'know, I don't think he uses them on himself. He'll use them on you though, sure he owns them but they're mostly yours. He's willing to lend you cash for them, but its rare he does so, because you usually buy it yourself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you, but he loves when you tease him. He'll groan and want you to just blow him already. He loves teasing you though, hearing ur cries, and being touch starved.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn't that loud. He grunts, lets out small groans and husky moans, sometimes squeaky moans, but usually he doesn't make much noise.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sharing you with Paul, thats it. Maybe Ace? He doesn't know.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I got no idea. Probably a.. 7.8, 8.2 inch? Idk he has a lotta hair down there like Slash. Its like a jungle dude. Could get a leopard in there man.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

On tour, its very high. And if he's without you on tour, its even higher. Its high when he comes back and he will want to have sex with you at home afterwards or even before if he is with you. He can't help it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not as quick, although he'll fall asleep afterwards.

[namelessbutters-doodles]

things i want to write:

Eric c. being a exhibitionistic, masturbating on a bench at night.

Ace n Paul fucking while Gene watches.

Peter x Reader fooling around with a gun or knife.

So much more, dm or inbox if ya want to know more~

[eiightysixbaby]

i love it loud

word count: 6.5k+

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you get invited to corroded coffin’s halloween party with your best friend chrissy. you don’t anticipate on having much fun, but that changes when you meet eddie…

cw: 18+ ONLY - SMUT. alcohol consumption, a rogue billy tries to hit on reader, use of petnames, use of y/n (like maybe a few times), oral (f receiving), fingering (f), unprotected p in v - he pulls out tho!, brief description of reader’s costume but no mention of body type/etc.

You didn’t want to go to this party. Not really. Your best friend had insisted you come with her, because arriving alone would, in her words, be social suicide. Being invited to Corroded Coffin’s Halloween party was a big deal, she’d said, even though you know she was only invited because she’s been going out with the drummer. Of course he’s going to invite his girlfriend.

You hadn’t even had a plan for a costume, and with only a couple day’s notice you didn’t have the time to prepare something good. The stores were all picked over as far as Halloween costumes go, and so you went with the most basic, half-assed option you could’ve possibly selected.

You’re dressed as a cat.

It feels silly, it feels low-effort and stupid and basic, but here you are with your fluffy tail and soft felt ears, black high heels and whiskers painted on your face. A pink nose to top it all off. You did think you looked good, you had to admit, but it definitely wasn’t the costume you would’ve preferred. You awkwardly adjust your stockings as you step up to the front door of the large house, feeling horrendously out of place.

You glance at Chrissy beside you, her hippie costume bright and colorful - an extreme contrast to your all black attire.

“Okay, just texted Gareth that we’re here,” she says, slipping her phone into her bag. “Don’t look so thrilled,” she says sarcastically, pouting at you.

“Sorry I’m not exactly excited to be at a party where I know no one,” you say.

“You know me and Gareth,” she replies, looking at you like she’s confused.

“I barely know Gareth. And don’t act like the two of you won’t be running off to bang the second you get a chance,” you smile at her, knocking shoulders playfully.

“Listen… his friend Eddie, the lead singer, is super hot. Maybe you’ll get more than you bargained for tonight.”

“I don’t know, Chris. There’s going to be a million girls at this party, do I really want to be another notch on some rockstar’s belt?” you ponder.

She doesn’t get the chance to respond before the front door is swinging open in front of you. The figure on the other side is… Peter Criss. More like, Gareth dressed as Peter Criss. Fully outfitted in leather and silver studs, hair spray painted black with white and black cat makeup on his face. You laugh a little as you take him in, and he shoots you a teasing glare.

“Hey ladies,” he greets, pulling Chrissy in for a quick kiss. “Y/N, I’m so glad you decided to come.”

“You know Chris always gets what she wants,” you reply with a laugh, and he laughs with you, agreeing.

He steps to the side, ushering you both into the large foyer of the house. It’s decked out in Halloween decor; bats on the walls, fake cobwebs, hairy toy spiders with light-up red eyes. There’s orange and purple string lights hung about, and you’re honestly impressed with the detail. The house is clean, aside from the stray cup or plate left behind from the current party guests, and the decorations are carefully placed.

“Holy shit, you guys really did it up for the party,” you say, eyes wandering to every corner.

“Oh yeah, that’s all Eddie. He loves Halloween. It was his idea for us to dress like KISS,” Gareth says with a playful eye roll.

“Don’t complain, you look so good in that outfit…” Chrissy says, trailing a finger down his chest.

“I’ll have to give you the official house tour,” he says to your friend. “You coming too?” he asks you, but you shake your head.

“Think I’ll get myself a drink,” you say, sticking out your thumb in the direction of the kitchen.

“Sounds good. There’s stuff on the counter and a bar out back by the pool, you can go wherever you’d like,” Gareth says with a smile, and it’s genuine. “Make yourself at home, say hey if you see the other guys around! You can’t miss ‘em, they’ll be dressed like me,” he adds, and you laugh, waving them off as Chrissy tells you to text her if you need anything at all.

You wander into the open kitchen, pleased with the selection of liquor that awaits you. If you’re going to be spending the night alone, you might as well get pleasantly drunk, you think to yourself. People are scattered throughout the room, talking with their circles of friends and acquaintances. There’s a couple different punch bowls filled with various concoctions, each one labeled with the contents. You take your pick of the poison, scooping the liquid up with a ladle and filling your cup.

You scrunch your face as you take the first sip, lips pursing as you adjust to the bite of the alcohol. You glance around the kitchen, taking note of even more decorations as you slink into a corner alone. They seem to fill the whole house, seeping into the living room and the dining room, any area that you can see. Gareth had said it was all Eddie’s doing, and you find yourself growing more curious about the man in question. You really didn’t know anything about Corroded Coffin, didn’t care much to do any research, you only knew what Chrissy told you.

You know that Grant, the rhythm guitarist, has rich parents, and that his dad bought the house for the band to live in while they’re recording their album. Chrissy always says Grant’s the nerdiest of the bunch, insanely smart and very friendly. You know that Jeff, the bassist, is apparently a sweetheart, a bit shy but would give you the shirt off of his back, and you know that Eddie…. well, you know that he’s supposedly “super hot”. Other than that, you’re drawing a blank. Chrissy hasn’t said much about him at all, now that you really consider it. Maybe he’s an introvert and doesn’t come around often, or maybe he’s a complete dick. He is a rockstar, after all. And there’s plenty of pretty women in his house right now, so… you can gather a few assumptions, to say the least.

You don’t get much more time to ponder the subject before you hear loud, raucous laughter coming in through the sliding doors to the backyard. Two figures stumble in, but in the dim light you can’t get a good look right away.

“I was made for lovin’ you baaaabyyyyyy!” a voice booms, and you don’t need more confirmation that it comes from another member of the band.

“How many times are you gonna sing that tonight?” the other voice counters, and you finally see two unfamiliar men walking towards the kitchen, dressed like other members of KISS.

The annoyed voice comes from the stand-in Gene Simmons of the evening, a frizzy black wig on his head and the signature makeup on his face, making him stand out. He sticks his tongue out obnoxiously at the other man, eliciting a laugh from him. Your eyes flit over, then, to the taller figure. Your attention is immediately grabbed — he’s intriguing right away and you aren’t quite sure why. Tall, slim, with a head of shaggy hair that diminishes his need for a wig for the costume. He’s dressed like Paul Stanley, a black star around his eye, surrounded by a face otherwise full of white makeup. He’s not wearing a shirt, at all, just a thick black studded collar around his neck and leather pants. Chunky heeled boots are on his feet, making him appear taller than just about everyone else in the room.

And if he’s dressed like the singer of KISS, then you can only assume this is Eddie. The singer of Corroded Coffin.

“Oh fuck off, Jeff. Have a little fun! It’s Hallo-fucking-ween, dude,” presumably-Eddie says, leaning into Jeff’s space.

“Sorry my idea of fun isn’t listening to your drunk ass sing KISS songs, Ed,” Jeff says, and the nickname gives you confirmation that this is, in fact, your guy.

Eddie just so happens to look up in that moment, his eyes falling upon yours unintentionally. He smiles at you, genuinely smiles at you, all while playfully rolling his eyes at Jeff’s comment. You giggle into your plastic cup, feeling like the two of you are the only people in the room for a moment. He gives you a teeny little wave, the slightest wiggle of his fingers, and you feel your heart rate increase as you return it. What is wrong with you? You were going to blame the alcohol, for the time being.

The moment is gone as soon as it came, Eddie’s attention getting redirected. You watch in fascination as they pour drinks for themselves, easily greeting the other partygoers who come up to them, eager to talk to the hosts. There’s a swarm of girls around Eddie in thirty seconds flat, and your heart deflates, much to your own dismay. Why should it bother you? He doesn’t even know you, and you don’t know him. Chrissy’s implication that you might hit it off with Eddie tonight is letting you get too in your own head, you decide, trying to shake it off.

You scoff, watching as a girl dressed like a devil leans on the counter into Eddie’s space, pressing her breasts together as much as she can. Her fake fangs are exposed as she laughs too loud at something he says, her bright red lipstick accentuating her mouth. You want to internally criticize her and her basic costume, before you’re reminded of your imitation of the most basic furry friend to ever grace Halloween.

As if on cue, someone comes up behind you and yanks on your tail, making you jump. Your drink sloshes over the rim of the cup at the sudden motion, splashing against the front of your outfit. You spin on your heel, met with the face of an unfamiliar man, which really isn’t saying much since almost every face here is unfamiliar.

“Can I help you?” you snark, flattening your lips in a straight line.

“Woah, calm down, pussy cat. Don’t have to bring the claws out,” the man says, smirking at you as if he has genuinely no clue why you’re bothered.

He reaches one arm out, flattening his palm against the wall behind you and leaning his weight on it, towering over you. He smells like cigarettes and booze, and you watch as his tongue pokes out to wet his lips.

“If you don’t mind,” you snap. “I really need to go wash the liquor out of my costume. Asshole,” you mutter the last part, ready to make your exit when the stranger grabs your arm.

“Going so soon? I thought we’d make friends,” he smiles at you, blue eyes piercing down at you as you grow wildly more uncomfortable.

“I’ll pass,” you emphasize, stomping the heel of your boot down onto his foot.

He yelps in pain, releasing your arm and allowing you to speed-walk out of the crowded kitchen. You can see various pairs of eyes on you as you scurry out, and you can hear your victim cursing you out through the bass coming through the stereo.

You high-tail it out the back door, heels clicking aggressively on pavement as you push through more people surrounding the pool. You finally stop to calm yourself down when you find a lull in the crowds, a spot where you can be relatively alone. You silently thank yourself that the stranger didn’t follow you, but what you didn’t realize is that someone else had.

You exhale, bringing your drink to your lips and taking a swig. Your now-wet top clings to your skin, aggravating you, but the last thing you want to do is wander back into the house in search of the bathroom.

“H-hey, um, are you alright?” a voice rings out directly behind you.

You jolt just slightly, not expecting company. Turning to face the other person, your eyes first land on those big, black platform boots. Eddie had followed you. Your gaze trails up his figure, leather pants and studded belt and bare torso, until you meet his eyes for the second time this evening.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he says, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I saw what happened in there and, uh, to be honest I don’t even know why we keep inviting Hargrove to these things—” Eddie rambles, as if Hargrove is a familiar name to you, as if he’s nervous to be around you — like he isn’t the star-studded host of this party.

“I’m okay,” you reply, cutting off his sentence, smirking a little. “Thanks for checking on me.”

“Oh, yeah, of course. I know these parties can get crazy, but… I always want to make sure everyone’s safe,” he says, his gaze softening as he says the last part. “I’m Eddie, by the way,” he introduces, holding out a hand for you to shake.

You immediately notice the big, silver rings adorning many of his fingers, your eyes lingering on them for maybe a second too long before you remember he’s waiting for you. You extend a hand, grasping his and shaking it.

“Y/N,” you reply. “I, uh, I’m here with Chrissy.”

“Oh, you’re Cunningham’s friend!?” he asks, lighting up at that. Excited as he says it as if you’re the celebrity here, not him.

You nod, smiling at him now.

“Damn, and she already ditched you to go screw Gareth, I’m assuming?” he jokes, and you laugh, feeling lighter by the second. Forgetting your less-than-pleasant encounter from moments ago.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” you say sarcastically, smiling wider when he snorts.

There’s a pause, you can feel him staring at you as you take another sip of alcohol. “Well, I’m a little offended she didn’t tell me that she had such a beautiful friend,” he says, and you feel your cheeks grow warm at his forwardness.

You duck your head, avoiding his eyes as your face scrunches in a shy smile. “Ah, there’s the rockstar charm,” you say, loving the sound of his laugh that comes in response.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he playfully asks, cocking his head as he leans forward to meet your gaze.

“How many other girls have you used that line on tonight?” you counter, playful but keeping a safe distance.

“Ouch, sweetheart. You really take me for that much of a player?” he stumbles back, clutching his chest as if he’s been wounded. Your eyes linger maybe too long on the tattoos littering his torso, the slight smattering of hair on his pale skin.

“Well, you are parading around your own party shirtless. Seems like a tool move to me,” you smirk, finishing off your drink with one last sip.

“Darling, you’re dressed like a cat. I don’t think you can come for my costume right now,” he flashes his perfect teeth at you, unable to contain his smile at your banter.

There’s a moment of silence, you staring out across the yard at the bright lights of the city down below, stretching vast and far. Then he speaks up again.

“I mean it. I think you’re really beautiful.”

“Thank you. You’re very pretty,” you say honestly, letting yourself give in to his flirtations.

“Is it the makeup? Am I gonna have to wear this every time I see you now?”

You giggle. “Every time? Are there going to be more times, mister rockstar?”

“I mean, I’d love to take the time to get to know you outside of a party setting, if that’s okay with you,” he smiles bashfully, and you can only assume he’s blushing under all of that makeup.

“Yeah. I think that’s okay with me,” you reply.

Conversation flows easily with Eddie, the less-than- pleasant encounter with the stranger and the spilled alcohol on your shirt long forgotten. He tells you about his life before the band started to make it big, how he always dreamed of being a rockstar. He shyly told you about how he used to parade around his home as a kid, playing his little guitar and singing songs he made up until his uncle was begging him to quiet down and go to bed.

You confess that you really didn’t know much about the band, other than things Chrissy had told you, and you apologize although he tells you it’s absolutely not necessary.

You both end up sitting in the grass side-by-side, talking so much you don’t even remember making the choice to sit, it just happened. There’s a lull in the conversation, his eyes searching yours before glancing down to your lips. He moves just slightly closer, his breath hitting your face with each exhale. You feel yours catch in your throat, anticipating his next move.

You don’t get the chance to see what that move is before the girl in the devil costume from the kitchen approaches. She instantly has her hands on Eddie, grabbing his arm with a red-gloved hand and pulling him to stand. “Eddieeee, come on! You have to come play spin the bottle with us!” she pleads, her voice too whiny to not be part of an act.

“I- uh,” he stumbles, looking at you with an emotion you can’t place.

The girl moves to stand in front of him, putting her hands on his chest now, starting to push him backwards. “Come on, it’s no fun if you don’t play,” she continues, her shrill voice grating in your ears.

You don’t like how close she’s getting, how unafraid she is to be touchy with him. Who even is she? Are they friends? Are they more than friends? She’s pushing him further away from you by the second, not once acknowledging your presence. You scoff, looking to the side, avoiding Eddie’s gaze.

Before Eddie can really do anything, he’s being shoved fully away from you. You don’t see the way he desperately looks to you for an out, simply bothered by the fact that this girl won’t leave him alone.

You wonder if you were right, if he called you beautiful just like he calls every other girl beautiful. You didn’t want to believe it, but, he’s about to go play a game with a bunch of drunk people where the whole point is to kiss each other, so. It’s not looking great for you.

You’d be lying, though, if you said your curiosity wasn’t peaked. You find yourself bored watching partygoers splash around in the pool, and you can’t shove down your internal need to find out what mister rockstar and the devil girl are up to inside. Your feet are carrying you before you can decide against it, leading you back inside, back through the kitchen where you pour yourself another drink, and then to the living room where you find a large group sat in a circle.

You hang back, just slightly, not wanting to make it too obvious that you’re watching the game, even though you aren’t the only one who came to spectate. To be completely honest, the first few spins you witness aren’t very exciting. You don’t know any of these people, so what should it matter to you if they kiss? You’re about to step away when the circle erupts with various ‘Ooooh’s and whistles.

“Come on, Eddie! You gotta do it!” a now very drunk Jeff screams.

To your absolute horror, Eddie had spun the bottle, only for it to land on the little bitch whose name you still don’t know in the devil costume. Eddie looks at the girl, who is very clearly eagerly awaiting a kiss from the singer of Corroded Coffin, but then he looks up at you.

You didn’t think he’d realized you were there, didn’t think he saw you lurking, but he looked at you too pointedly for it to have been an accident.

You swallow, suddenly feeling awkward amongst the silence of the room. Everyone’s watching Eddie, expecting him to get his kiss over with and move on. He stands finally, stepping forward. You almost want to look away, not interested in watching him lock lips with someone that isn’t you. But you can’t look away, not when he bypasses the anonymous girl and heads right for you.

“Um, I’m right here!” she says, her tone snarky and honestly annoying enough to make you want to slap her.

“Yeah, well I’m not kissing you, Tina,” Eddie says. “Spin the bottle. What are we, fourteen?” he asks, eyes still locked on you as he stands merely a step away now.

Your heart thumps in your chest, every bit of your nervous system attuned to him. Your mouth hangs slightly open, not knowing what to do or what to say.

He steps even closer, closing the distance between you. “I want to kiss you, that okay?” he murmurs, letting one hand rest so gently on your waist.

You want to laugh in Tina’s face. You want to point and laugh and rub it in, but that wouldn’t be the appropriate response here. You need to kiss Eddie, sooner rather than later.

You just nod, a smile playing on your lips. He leans his face closer to yours, hovering by your ear to whisper, “I’m sorry, about her. She’s… a friend of a friend who always ends up at our parties. Trust me, I have no interest there.”

The reassurance really isn’t necessary, you barely know Eddie after all, but it’s extremely appreciated. You feel your heart flutter a little, smug and satisfied all in one. And then his lips are on yours, not giving a damn who’s watching, not a care in the world for what anyone might say.

His lips are soft, warm against yours and the way he cradles the back of your head in his hands makes you weak at the knees. Your noses brush before you pull away, and the two of you giggle in unison like you just shared some exciting secret with each other.

Tina is dumbfounded where she sits on the carpet, watching you. You swear steam would be coming out of her ears if this was a cartoon. You give her a little wave and an all-too-fake smile before Eddie grabs your hand to lead you away.

Not a single word is spoken as he pulls you out of the living room, you’re silent until you reach the stairs to go up to the second floor.

“So you really don’t have history with Tina?” you playfully ask, pressing the issue just to be a pain, and he groans.

“Ugh, god, no. Like I said, she always ends up at these things and she’s all over me. But the funny part is, we went to high school together. She bullied the crap outta me,” he explains, and you can’t help but laugh. “Spread some nasty rumors on social media…” he shakes his head, smirking at the thought now.

“Of course,” you roll your eyes, “Now where are you taking me, rockstar?” you grab his waist once you’ve reached the top of the stairs, pulling him closer to you.

“To my room, because there’s no way I can handle any more interruptions tonight,” he says, his hands finding your hips, pressing his forehead to yours for a moment.

Another kiss is ghosted over your lips, open-mouthed and teasing, leaving you chasing after him when he pulls away and starts to walk down the hallway. He opens the dark wood door, gesturing for you to enter first.

The second he’s inside with you, his mouth is on yours, your back pressed to the wall as his hands grip your waist. He fumbles with the light switch behind you, providing a dim glow throughout the room. He wastes no time slipping his tongue past your lips, licking inside of your mouth and groaning when your tongue meets his. Your noses brush and you’re sure his makeup is getting smeared on your face, or vice-versa, and the thought makes you smile into the kiss. His lips work their way down to your jaw, nipping and mouthing at the skin before residing on your neck, sucking till it stings.

You hiss, arching your back into him, hands grabbing at his bare shoulders as your nails dig into the skin.

“Shit, sweetheart,” Eddie breathes, hands grabbing your face as he brings you in for another heated kiss.

He starts to walk backwards, guiding you with him towards his bed. His boots are kicked off of his feet carelessly, and you toe off your heels in tandem. He reaches the mattress, falling back onto it and scooting backwards until he’s fully on the bed. You follow his lead, straddling his lap and letting your hands roam his bare chest. He watches you like you’re an ethereal being, eyes big and round and completely full of desire. His hands wrap around to grab your ass beneath the fabric of your skirt, filling his open palms with the soft flesh and squeezing.

Your hands waste no time in finding their way to the zipper of his pants, tugging it down after undoing the button.

“Need these off, Ed,” you say, sounding more whiny than you’d wanted. Your face gets hot at the smirk he gives you in return.

“Oh, so we’re desperate now, huh?” he says, the cocky rockstar demeanor coming out in full-swing. It makes you embarrassingly flustered, your cunt throbbing for him.

All you can do is nod, your hand trailing over the bulge that waits for you beneath fabric.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, starting to shimmy his pants down his thighs.

You remove yourself from his lap, letting him undress — your mouth practically watering when his cock springs free and smacks against his stomach. He’s fully naked for you now, given that he already wasn’t wearing a shirt. All that’s left is the studded choker around his neck, and it makes you drool.

“Like what you see, baby?” he asks, a smug little grin on his face as he watches the way you take in his entire body.

You already noticed the tattoos on his chest and arms, but now you’re noticing the ones on his thighs. He’s unreal, so unfairly gorgeous and captivating. He’s perfectly sculpted, a sharp V carved into his pelvis that simply leads your eyes down a path to his perfect cock. It’s big — long and not too thick, veiny with a pink, leaking tip. He must catch your intrigued expression, because he laughs, a devious little sound that tells you he can’t have any pure intentions.

“Why don’t you lay down so I can get you ready to take this cock?” he purrs, slender fingers stroking up and down one side of your body.

You shudder at his touch, moving to lay down on his bed. You pull your shirt off before you do, leaving your black, lacy bra on display for the man beside you. Your tits rest perfectly in it, and Eddie’s sure to get an eyeful. His hands gently hold your hips once you’re situated comfortably, partially laying down with your back propped against his many fluffy pillows. He leans down, letting his lips graze over your jaw, your cheek, your nose, before finally pressing to your mouth. He brings one hand up, pulling your cat-ear headband off of your head, deciding it can’t be very comfortable to have on for hours at a time. It makes you breathe a little laugh into the kiss, remembering how silly you must look with your painted on whiskers and nose.

He doesn’t give you much time to dwell on it, his mouth pulling off of yours and starting to travel down your neck. He kisses your shoulders, your collarbone, sucking on the most sensitive bits of skin and making you whine as you wriggle beneath him. He finds his way down to your breasts, hands sliding your bra straps down your shoulders as you arch your back for him, giving him room to unhook the clasp that sits at your spine. His lips immediately attach to one of your pert nipples, sucking and swirling his tongue around the small bud. One of his large hands cups your other breast, the cold silver of the rings on his fingers a sharp contrast to your searing skin.

He switches after a moment, sucking the opposite nipple into his warm, wet mouth. Something akin to a growl leaves his mouth when your fingers tangle in his hair and tug, and it spurs you on to keep going. His lips unlatch themselves from your breast, his mouth moving down down down, trailing kisses everywhere it goes. Your cunt throbs when his mouth approaches the waistband of your tight little skirt, his eager hands hooking beneath the fabric and beginning to yank it down, along with your underwear.

He peppers kisses lower and lower on your body, his mouth following close behind the clothes that he pulls off of you, covering every inch of skin as it’s exposed to him. He discards everything onto the floor, definitely tearing your stockings in the process of ripping them off of you. Your mind is a blur as he hastily attaches his lips to your clit, slipping one finger inside of you with complete ease. You weren’t expecting all of the stimulation so suddenly, your body writhing on the mattress as he sucks your sensitive clit into his mouth.

“More, Eddie, need more,” you pant, knowing you’re probably being greedy but knowing all the same that he won’t deny you what you want.

He hums against your cunt, immediately adding a second finger inside of you. He curls the digits, collecting your sticky wetness and groaning at the filthy noises that his movements make. Your hands tug harder on his hair as you throw your head back onto the pillows, cursing at how good he feels. Going in, you had no idea how tonight would play out, but you certainly didn’t expect to be hooking up with the frontman of Corroded Coffin. Your head spins at the thought of how many other people would probably die to be in your position right now, and it only makes you more turned on.

“Want one more, baby? Need to make sure you can take my fingers before you take my cock,” he purrs, smirking up at you.

“Yeah, please, I can take it,” you reassure him, and he slips a third finger in.

His fingers are thick, no doubt about it, and they stretch you so deliciously you feel like you could cry. The silk sheets beneath you feel cold against your skin, easing the heat that floods your entire body. You grip them with one hand, the other still in Eddie’s hair as he flicks his tongue back and forth over your clit in the perfect rhythm. He doesn’t dare change his pace, not with the way you’re moaning his name like a siren song, drawing him more and more into you.

You’re rapidly approaching your release, that much he knows, and he wants to send you free-falling over that edge. The way you suck his fingers right in practically makes him drool, he can’t get enough. Loud, shrill moans of his name leave your mouth as he curls his fingers into that perfect soft spot inside of you, and Eddie couldn’t care less if the whole damn house can hear you.

“Gonna cum, Eddie, ohmygod—” you’re cut off mid-sentence, the air stolen from your lungs as you come undone for him.

You squeeze around his fingers, soaking him as your body trembles. He pulls them out of you, slowly bringing them to his lips, making sure your eyes are on him. He sucks the digits clean of your juices, humming contently around them. You ache for him, your body desperate to have him even though it’s only been seconds since he’d been pleasuring you.

He moves to hover over you, reattaching his lips to yours in a heated kiss. It’s somehow gentle and rough at the same time, a weird but enticing juxtaposition. He tastes like you and it drives you crazy as your mouths clash together, all teeth and tongues.

“Fuck, baby, hold on. Let me get a condom,” Eddie says, nearly breathless as he pulls away.

“No— want you to fuck me raw,” you mewl, reaching out to stop him as he goes to stand.

“Baby…” he says, looking at you with uncertainty. He never goes without a condom, and certainly doesn’t want you to feel pressured to forgo one.

“Please, Eddie. Just pull out,” you plead with him, and you honestly can’t believe your nerve right now. Begging the famous rockstar you just met to fuck you raw, as if you have all of this power over him. What you don’t know is that Eddie already wants to give you anything you ask for.

“Okay, alright, sweetheart. Whatever you want,” he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead before positioning himself on top of you.

He lines his cock up with your entrance, and you can feel the way you throb for him. You know you’re even more soaked than before, and you hardly worry about whether or not he’ll fit.

“You ready?” he asks sincerely. Big brown eyes searching yours for your approval.

“Mhm,” you hum, letting your eyes flutter closed when you feel him start to press in.

Moans leave each of your mouths in unison as he sinks inside inch by inch. Your nails dig in to the skin on his back, dragging down when he bottoms out inside of you. He hisses, breathing heavy as he tries to gain some composure. You feel so good around him, too good, and it takes all of his focus to not bust immediately.

“Please move, need you to move,” you whine, looking up at him with your big, pleading eyes.

He nods, “Okay, baby. Gonna give it to you so good, yeah?”

He starts thrusting, slowly at first, dragging his cock almost fully out of you before rutting back in. The air is forced from your lungs, your mouth open in a silent moan. His movements stay slow like that for a little while, giving you the friction you need but still teasing. Moans leave your lips as he slowly pushes himself all the way in, letting you fully feel the way he stretches your walls to fit him.

He starts to speed up then, setting a steady pace as he fucks into you harder. He does it so well, filling you to the brim and making you clench around him. You can feel every vein and ridge on his cock, the pleasure making your body erupt in goosebumps.

“Shit, feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” Eddie pants, his hips smacking against yours roughly. “Wanna try something different?” he asks, waiting for your approval which comes without hesitation.

He pulls out of you, making you wince slightly. He stands at the side of the bed, coaxing you to move towards him. You oblige, scooting right to the edge of the mattress. Strong hands grip your legs, hoisting your feet up onto his shoulders, exposing you perfectly to him. You feel more vulnerable like this, and it makes you antsy as you wait for him to slide back in. When he does, you see stars. The angle is perfect, his cock hitting spots it couldn’t before. You watch as he throws his head back, the muscles in his neck prominent as he clenches his jaw, a guttural groan escaping him.

“You’re so damn beautiful, so fucking gorgeous,” he says, looking back down at you with sincere eyes. “How’d I get the most perfect girl on the planet?”

And then he bends down, your legs still hooked over his shoulders, your body practically folded in half now. You nearly scream out his name, the lewd sounds of his balls slapping against your skin filling the space. He leans down to kiss you, his lips and firm against yours, muffling your pretty noises. He pulls away, letting out a smug little chuckle at the way you instantly moan for him, noticing the tears pricking in the corner of your eyes.

“Gonna cry for me, baby? My cock feels so good you’re gonna cry about it?” he teases, watching your brow furrow in concentration as you get closer and closer to release.

“You’re very — fuck — very fucking modest,” you choke out, trying and failing to bite back your whimpers.

He laughs again, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “You know you fucking love it,” he murmurs, teeth biting at your earlobe before he pulls away. “I can tell you love it, cause you’re suckin’ me in like you were made for me.”

You let out a whine at his words, pinching your eyes shut in pure ecstasy as he continues to split you open. “Fuck, Eddie, don’t stop,” you plead, your body jolting with every harsh thrust he gives you.

He grunts as he fucks you faster, watching in awe as your tits bounce on your chest. He can feel how soaked you are for him, can see your cream pooling around the base of him when he sheathes himself fully inside.

“You gonna cum for me again, sweetheart?” he rasps, leaning down to kiss along your jawline.

All you can get out is a wobbly “Uh-huh,” nodding your head to the best of your ability. His fingers dig in to the meat of your thighs, a dull ache from his harsh grip barely noticeable in the back of your mind. One hand moves from its spot on your leg to reach down and play with your clit, the pad of his thumb rubbing quick circles over it.

Your back arches off the mattress, your legs shaking as you cry out his name. A few more deep thrusts and you’re plummeting over the edge for the second time tonight, your cunt tensing up around him over and over. The way your walls flutter around his cock brings him dangerously close to release, and he pulls his cock out quickly before he’s pumping it in his fist. All it takes is a few strokes before ropes of his cum are covering your body, splattering over your bare chest and stomach.

You let your legs drop from his shoulders, aching as you stretch them out. You feel like you’re made of rubber, limbs wobbly as your feet drop to the floor.

“Holy shit,” is all you can say, staring up at his ceiling as he chuckles at you from the side of the bed.

“You’re so damn perfect,” he says, shaking his head with a sweet little smile. He stretches, muscles flexing as he raises his arms to the ceiling, cocking an eyebrow at you when he catches you staring.

“Says you…” you reply, pulling the sheets up to hide your face, suddenly shy.

“Let me get you cleaned up, yeah?” he asks, holding out his arm for you, pulling you up when you take his hand.

When you step out of the shower with him, after your body has been cleaned and every inch of your skin has been kissed by his soft mouth, he gives you his big clothes to put on. You change and brush your hair, letting his hands hold your waist as he tries to invade your space to kiss you even more. You can’t help but admire his face, even more gorgeous now that his Halloween makeup is washed down the drain.

You both shuffle out of the bedroom carefully afterwards, trying to gauge how much the party has died down, only to be met with a laugh from the opposite end of the hallway.

Your head shoots up, seeing Gareth and Chrissy stepping out of his room, looking wildly similar to you and Eddie; costumes off, makeup off, a few extra hickeys on Gareth’s neck. Chrissy’s mouth hangs open, her eyes flitting from you to Eddie and back again.

“I told you!!” she shouts, giggling before Gareth takes her hand, pulling her down the stairs with him.

You try to bite back a smile, heat creeping up to your face.

“What exactly did she tell you, sweetheart?” Eddie smirks down at you, pulling your body to his. His cocky expression gives you the hint that he already has an idea.

“Shut up, rockstar.”

[s1ut4evan]

steamy - evan peters x fem reader

*smut*

✨you and evan fuck in a car✨

wattpad: s1ut4evan

"Dinner was great, thank you baby." I lean in to kiss Evan on his cheek. He smiles, "No problem babes. We better get to the car before this rain kicks in." Evan took my hand and squeezed it tight. We jogged from the restaurant to the car as the rain started to pour.

•

Evan opens the passenger door for me and I sigh as plop onto the cold leather seat. He runs around the front of the car to get in the drivers side. I run my fingers through my wet hair, "My hair got fucked up." Evan shook his head and starts the car, "You're beautiful babe."

•

I reach to turn the heat on but Evan's hand stops me. "Cmon, I'm freezing!" I utter through chattering teeth. Evan rests his hand on my thigh, "I know another way we can get warmed up." The idea sounds delightful, but I'm afraid someone would see considering we're in public.

•

I look out the windows into the parking lot. "Someone will see." I said. Evan shrugged his shoulders, "Nah I'm not worried about it." I pursed my lips and gave him a side eye. He licked his lips and moved in to kiss me. The warmth of his lips formed around mine. I reached to hold his face as his rough hands traveled up my skirt.

•

A small moan escaped Evan's lips as he dipped two fingers in my panties. His lips pull away, "You're sopping." My inner thighs tightened around his hand while his lips grazed my neck. Small circles were made around my clit, causing my toes to curl. I reach to unbuckle his belt, his dick was already hard.

•

My hand slipped in to feel his firmness. Evan moved his hands to my breast to lightly skim my nipple. We quickly stop to undress. "Lean the seat back." I say as I pull off my blouse. Evan does as he's told. I push his boxers along with his pants down to his ankles.

•

Evan lays back with his arms criss-crossed behind his head. I position myself over the middle console of the car, allowing my head to be in his lap. I grab his length and swiftly slide my tongue around the base. He hisses as I lightly drag it up his shaft to his rock hard tip.

•

I bob my head as his cock glides in and out of my wet mouth. His hand grips the back of head as I notice his knees begin to quiver. I stop to take off my remaining garment, my panties. Evan adjusts his hips in the seat, preparing for my mounting. My favorite thing was to ride.

•

God I love seeing the pleasure on his face.

He rests his hands on my hips as I straddle his thighs. I reach down to place his member at my entrance. It slides in with ease, my juices gush around his rod. We both moan in unison as my walls adjust. I slowly rock my hips, my swollen clit stimulating against him.

•

My hands are placed on his chest helping me keep balance. The windows have already started to fog as our two bodies heat up. I easily began to pick up pace. My ass recoiled against Evan's lap. He takes a hold of my breasts, allowing me full control of the motion. My clit tapped against him, making it overstimulated.

•

The familiar warm knot began to form in my core. Evan's cock hit the right spot every time, how could I not cum so fast? I lean down to kiss him with my hand around his neck. I became weak as my climax hit. His hands have a firm grip on my ass as he assists my thrusts.

•

My forehead rests on his as I moan out. Wetness formed in his lap as I road out my orgasm. Evan begins to thrust from beneath me, holding me in place. His member twitched inside me. I begin to kiss him, and with the energy I have left I work my hips.

•

"Fuck.. baby.." Evan groans. The warm thick liquid flowed inside of me. I continued to bounce as his cock pulsates inside of me. Even opens his mouth and wraps his arms around my waist. I place my tongue in his mouth and they entangle while I slow down my stride.

•

Our sweaty bodies have completely steamed up the windows. Evan looks around and laughs, "See told ya no one would see us." I playfully smack his chest then reach for the napkins we kept in the console.

•

After doing our best to clean ourselves up, we got dressed. Evan turned the heat on to de-fog the windows. He then kissed me on my forehead and our fingers interlocked. "I love you so much." he said. I rubbed his hand, "I love you back.”

[denaliwrites]

Who Are You Supposed To Be, Criss Angel?

Peter Vincent x Fem!Reader

Summary: (18+) Reader does Peter's eyeliner because he's too hungover to do it himself. Or so he says, anyway.

Warnings: Peter Vincent's idea of flirting is... it's not fucked up, necessarily? But it's... it's somethin'. Also, Smut Lite. Diet Smut, if you will. Definitely smutty language, at least. And use of Bitch as a term of endearment.

Requests: Open!

"Oi, watch it!" Peter growled, glaring up at you through heavily lidded, hazy eyes.

You hadn't even started yet.

"Shut up, you child," you hissed back, snatching his glass of Midori and taking a shot-sized swill before he had the chance to take it back. "I haven't touched you yet!"

He grumbled into his drink, taking a drag even bigger than your own. "I just know," he started, pointing a warning finger your way, "by the way you're holding that pen, that you're gonna poke my eye out."

"If you don't shut up and let me do my work, it'll be on purpose," you shot back, your glare withering. He shrank back with another bout of grumbles. "That's what I thought, you little shit."

He took a remarkably reasonably-sized sip of his drink before you began manhandling him, his lips pouting as you roughly tilted his head straight and up for a better angle. "Move and I'll stab you," you warned him.

"Fuck, fine," he growled back, settling to the best of his abilities. It wasn't perfectly still, he wasn't the kind of man who could ever be that still, but it was enough for you to get his eyeliner on at the very least.

"There," you finally stated triumphantly, grabbing the hand mirror from behind you and holding it up for him to see.

"You really think this is enough?" he asked, annoyed.

"What, you want more!?"

"Of course I want more!" You could tell he was simultaneously not really angry with you, while also trying not to yell -- mostly for effect. He was dramatic like that.

You rolled your eyes with a groan, only for those eyes to zero in on him as he grabbed you roughly by the hips and pulled you into his lap. You went down with a yelp, barely managing to arrange yourself so that you were straddling him.

"What the hell, Vincent?" you asked with a pointed shove against his chest.

"Oi, don't act like this isn't your favorite place to be," he growled, the sound grinding out of his chest and sounding remarkably different from his earlier growls. His knee bucked up, sending a pulse of electric pleasure up your spine.

"Fuck you," you whimpered in weak protest.

His teeth connected over your clothed breast, delicately squeezing in just the right spot. A hand trailed up to your unattended breast, greedily palming the whole thing.

"Vincent, I can't --" you gasped, body all but melting into him as his knee jolted again. "I can't... do your makeup like this."

"Just a quick fuck." And though his tone was casual, annoyed even, you knew him well enough to know when he was begging.

You felt a thrill travel up your spine, this time with the knowledge that you had such delicious power over him. "No."

He pulled back immediately. It wasn't in anger or frustration, though.

Peter Vincent was many things, an asshole was one of them. But he cared about consent, and he cared about you, though he had a funny way of showing it sometimes.

"I will wreck that pussy," he declared good-naturedly as he settled back into his previous position, stilling like a good boy for you.

"Don't flatter yourself," you told him with a smirk. "You can't even find my clit."

"Oh, so I wasn't just jamming my knee up against it a minute ago? What was I doing, then, bitch? What was I hitting, darling, your spleen?"

You bit your lip in annoyance, and instead of answering him, you set back to work on his eyeliner. The rest of the time passed in companionable silence, to the point where you almost thought he'd fallen asleep.

"There," you finally exclaimed, standing up and grabbing the mirror. When he looked into it, he looked satisfied. Proud, even.

"That's the shit, baby!" He moved to a stand, pulling you into a passionate kiss. And then he was walking away, smacking your ass as he passed.

"Wait, come back!" you called after him.

Peter Vincent would say, of course, that he was beholden to no woman. That he wasn't whipped. But like a dog, he came when he was called. "What is it?" he asked with a roll of his eyes.

"Who are you supposed to be?" you asked in amusement, delicately smudging his eyeliner. "Criss Angel?"

You'd never seen him look so offended. It was delicious.

"Twiggy little emo prince. Go do your little vampire show," you teased. "Your Twilight fanfic."

"I -- you little --"

"It's cute, you know. That you pretend to be this badass vampire hunter, when you can't even track down the female orgasm. Like it's hard or something!"

"Bitch." he whined, and it was maybe the sexiest sound he'd made all day.

[theyraylovehate]

Wheel of Fan Fiction Masterlist

Smut 🔥

Fluff 🌸

Angst 💧

*This is like brand new so most of the characters won't have anything just yet*

•Stranger things

-Billy Hargrove

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Robin Buckley (Fem/NB only)

-Argyle

-Johnathan Byers

-Nancy Wheeler

-Jim Hopper

-Joyce Byers

-001/Henry

-Will Byers (No smut)

-Mike Wheeler (No smut)

-Max Mayfield (No smut)

Hateful Cuddling - Female reader 🌸

-Dustin Henderson (No smut)

-Lucas Sinclair (No smut)

-Eleven (Jane) Hopper (No smut)

•Marvel

-Iron Man/Tony Stark

-Captian America/Steve Rogers

-Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

-Hawkeye/Clint Barton

-Hulk/Bruce Banner

-Thor

-Loki

-Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

-Black Panther/T'challa

-Doctor Strange/Steven Strange

-Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

-Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

-Starlord/Peter Quill

-Gamora

-Spiderman/Peter Parker

-Falcon/Sam Wilson

-War Machine/James Rhodes

-Valkyrie (Fem/NB only)

•X-Men

-Professor X/Charles Xavier

-Magneto/Erik Lensherr

-Wolverine/James Howlett

-Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

-Rogue

-Jean Grey

-Storm/Ororo Munroe

-Cyclops/Scott Summers

-Mystique/Raven

-Beast/Henry "Hank" McCoy

-Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

-Havok/Alexander Summers

•DC/Young Justice

-Batman/Bruce Wayne

-Superman/Clark Kent

-The Flash/Barry Allen

-Aquaman/Authur Curry

-Cyborg/Victor Stone

-Joker/Jack Oswald White

-Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel

-Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

-DeadShot/Floyd Lawton

-Kid Flash/Wally West

-Nightwing (Robin #1)/ Dick Grayson

-Red Hood (Robin #2)/ Jason Todd

-Robin (#3)/ Tim Drake

-Beast Boy/Garfield Logan

-Superboy/Johnathan "Jon" Kent

-Artemis/Artemis Crock

-Red Arrow/Roy Harper

-Green Arrow/Oliver Queen

-Black Canary/Dinah Lance

-Miss Martian/Megan Morse

-Aqualad/Kaldur'ahm

•Umbrella Academy

-Luther Hargreeves (#1)

-Diego Hargreeves (#2)

-Allison Hargreeves (#3)

-Klaus Hargreeves (#4)

-Five Hargreeves (#5)

-Ben Hargreeves (#6)

-Viktor Hargreeves (#7)

-Marcus Hargreeves (#1)

-Fei Hargreeves (#3)

-Alphonso Hargreeves (#4)

-Sloan Hargreeves (#5)

-Jayme Hargreeves (#6)

-Lila Aryu

-The Handler

•Harry Potter

-Harry Potter

-Ron Weasley

-Hermione Granger

-Fred Weasley

-George Weasley

-Ginny Weasley

-Draco Malfoy

-Sirius Black (Older)

-Cedric Diggory

-Oliver Wood

-Neville Longbottom

-Luna Lovegood

-Remus Lupin (Older)

-Nymphadora Tonks

-Lucious Malfoy (Older)

-Narcissa Malfoy (Older)

-Severus Snape (Older)

-Bill Weasley

-Charlie Weasley

•Marauders

-James Potter

Friendly Love - Male reader 🌸

-Lily Evans

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Severus Snape

-Regulus Black

-Lusious Malfoy

-Narcissa Black

-Peter Pettigrew

•Greek Mythology

-Zeus

-Hades

-Posideon

-Apollo

-Hera

-Persephone

-Ares

-Athena

-Demeter

-Aphrodite

-Artemis

-Dionysus

-Hermes

•Divergent

-Beatrice "Tris" Prior

-Caleb Prior

-Eric

-Peter

-Christina

-Will

-Tobias "Four"

-Zeke

Zip line of Love - Nonbinary Reader (Requested) 🌸

-Uriah

•Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

-Luke Skywalker

-Leia Organa

-Han Solo

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Kylo Ren

•Supernatural

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Crowley

-Lucifer

-Rowena MacLeod

-Gabriel

-Charlie Bradbury (Fem/NB only)

-Chuck Shurley

-Jody Mills

-Ellen Harvelle

-Kevin Tran

•The Walking Dead

-Rick Grimes

-Daryl Dixon

-Glenn Rhee

-Carl Grimes

-Maggie Greene

-Negan

-Michonne

-Shane Walsh

-Rosita Espinosa

-Carol Peletier

-Paul "Jesus" Monroe

-Abraham Ford

‐Tara Chambler (Fem/NB only)

-Enid

-Ezekiel

-Aaron (Masc/NB only)

•The Walking Dead Game

-Clementine

-Lee

-Kenny

-Luke

-Javier

-Gabriel

-Kate

-Louis

-Omar

-Ruby

-Mitch

-Marlon

-Violet (Fem/NB only)

IT (2017)

-Richie Tozier

-Beverly Marsh

-Eddie Kaspbrak

-Bill Denbrough

-Stanley Uris

-Ben Hanscom

-Henry Bowers

-Mike Hanlon

-Patrick Hockstetter

-Victor Criss

-Belch Huggins

•Desendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Ben

-Jay

-Jane

-Chad

-Doug

-Lonnie

-Carlos

-Uma

-Harry Hook

-Gil

•Maze Runner

-Newt

-Minho

-Gally

-Teresa

-Alby

-Chuck

-Brenda

-Aris

-Thomas

-Frypan

-Jorge

[thestarspangledcaptain]

Who/What I Will Write For!

Warning: Mini Essay Ahead

Please Note: If you are requesting, I would prefer if you gave me the desired pronouns for the reader/character!

What I Can / Would Be Comfortable Writing & Or What Topics I Will Cover:

AUs

Expansion of plot lines

Writing for established couples

Reader inserts

Y/N

OC

Any type of romance trope

Platonic relationships

Sibling relationships

Parent relationships (including certain characters as your parent)

Magical beings

Powers

One shots and multi part imagines

LGBTQIA + characters and readers

LGBTQIA + romance

Plot line changes, time changes

Non canonical couples

Canonical couples

Non canon friendships and canon friendships

Small age gaps (when writing for older characters I will made ages fitting with the character) ex: Tony stark. WARNING: If the age gap makes the characters have a legal adult and minor relationship (w the exception of a senior and junior in high school type of thing)

Certain characters (non lgbtq) in lgbtq relationships. For example Natasha Romanoff is a lesbian relationship.

Writings inspired by a song. (I have written work planned out already)

Any shapes and sizes

Angst

Fluff

More steamy scenes (prob up to third base

More serious topics I will cover:

Mental Illness (Anxiety, Depression, Bipolar, Schizophrenia)

Disabilities (From physical to internal)

Health Issues

Eating Disorders

Self harm

Suicidal thoughts / attempts

Dysmorphia and insecurities

Abusive relationships

Bullying

Surgeries

Fainting

Vomiting (due to ED or illness)

Death

(Car)Accidents

Hospitalization

Sexual assault and rape SURVIVORS and sometimes I may write about a character’s recovery and process of coping with something that traumatic

Therapy

Homophobia

Complicated relationships

Adoption

I will NOT Write anything (no hate to those who enjoy reading some of these things, I just personally would not enjoy writing it or be fully comfortable writing it):

Yandere

Furry related things

Omegaverse

I will absolutely NOT change the sexuality of a character if it is specifically stated (ex. Phastos from Eternals, Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Sebastian Smythe, Santana Lopez, America Chavez)

I will NOT write an age gap more than an absolute max of ten years

I will NOT romanticize things in the serious topics I will write for section. They are serious topics and things such as eating disorders are serious, they should not be romanticized. I write things with heavier topics to help people.

Absolutely NO rape scenes

Inappropriate relationships (college student and professor is an absolute no)

smut

I likely won’t redeem people if they’ve done something incredibly evil

Ok here we go! I apologize for the lack of alphabetical order

Avengers/Marvel:

I will for almost any character (mainly excluding some villains)

Any Peter Parker (just request which one you prefer)

X men

Disney:

The princes

Princesses

Big hero six (I will write for hiro exclusively platonically)

Glee:

From Og Cast up to season 4, including Sebastian smythe and warblers

No Sylvester, or schue romance

Harry Potter:

Golden trio

Weasleys

Draco

Cedric

Cho

Luna

Krum

Fleur

Oliver

Seamus

Neville

Young Marauders

Top Gun (+ TG Maverick):

Maverick

Iceman

Goose

Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood

Rooster

Hangman (I adore Jake seresin)

Bob

Phoenix

Coyote

Payback

Fanboy

Non Romantic character relationships I will write for in the Top Gun world:

Cyclone

Maverick

Penny

Admiral Cain

Admiral Warlock

Descendants:

Mal

Evie

Carlos

Jay

Doug

Ben

Jane

Lonnie

Audrey

Uma

Harry

Gil

Percy Jackson TO:

Percy

Annabeth

Grover

Luke

Clarisse

Nico

Tyson

Characters of the following actors (so if the listed actor portrayed a character I will write):

Grant Gustin

Chris Evans

Chris Pratt

Chris Hemsworth

Darren Criss

Dove Cameron

Scarlett Johansson

Emma Wattson

Jennifer Lawrence

Emma Stone

Margot Robbie

Glenn Powell

Sydney Sweeney

Andrew Garfield

I will update this list as I get reminded of more people. :) Have a great day, you are loved

[black--cherryy]

[Kiss] Peter bf one shot + Ace

Requested by: @ursatanicbunny ♡

⚠️ Smut ⚠️

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Peter came back home pretty angry today. He had a fight again with Paul and Gene about band matters. He slammed the door, making you jump up a bit. You were sitting in your bedroom and usually Peter would come to you and hug you or give you a kiss but today that wasn't the case. You already thought that he was upset but to make sure you walked over to him and back hugged him.

"What's wrong, Peter? Did something upset you at work?" You asked in a calm way, letting your hand run over his chest to which he pushed it away with his shoulder and walked away to sit down on the couch. You sighed and sat down next to him. It surprised you to see him like this.

"Peter pls..Tell me..What bothers you?" You looked at him but didn't touch him this time to give him some personal space.

He sighed clearly annoyed. "Just leave it..You won't understand it anyway."

"Is it bc of Paul and Gene again?" You asked.

"Yeah whatever." He rolled his eyes.

"So tell me..What did they do again?"

"Like I said. You won't understand it." He looked down.

"No I will..I can help y-" He cut you off.

"FUCK YOU CAN'T OKAY?! YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING SO JUST....JUST SHUT UP!" He yelled facing you.

You froze being shocked but after a few minutes you jumped up from the couch and yelled as well.

"WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME? I JUST WANTED TO HELP!"

"BUT YOU CAN'T! DON'T YOU GET THAT YOU STUPID SLUT?!"

That was enough for you. You came closer to him and slapped his cheek a bit harder than you expected.

The both of you stood there quiet. After realizing what happened to him, he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you with him to your bedroom. You started getting a little scared.

"W-What are you going to do?" You stuttered.

"Something that you'll never forget." He smirked to himself and literally threw you on the bed.

"It's over for you little slut" he started opening his belt and when it was open the pulled your pants and panties down, positioning you with your butt out. He took his belt out and started giving you hard spanks with it, making you moan and bite your lip in pain but in a good kind of pain. You could feel your pussy getting wetter which Peter noticed.

"Naughty little whore..Getting wet just from the pain." He put his belt to the side and started taking his pants off.

Meanwhile Ace who had a key to yours and Peters house walked inside. He wanted to talk to Peter since he noticed the heat between him and Paul and Gene. Without thinking much he just casually walked upstairs to your bedroom (literal Ace move) seeing Peter with his pants half down and your red ass in the air.

You and Peter just turned your heads shocked. You could see Ace smirking to which Peter smirked back. Apparently they had the same thoughts.

"So..Now that Ace is here..Why don't we just punish you together, hm?" You gulped and looked down.

"I'm in." Ace didn't stop smirking and started taking off his pants. Peter already took his off and you knew how big he was, making you scream the whole night but when Ace walked closer to you, you gulped at his size and your eyes widened. He has huge..Bigger than you would expect.

He picked you up and laid on his back making you kneel above him so Peter could still reach your butt. Peter and Ace nodded at each other and without a warning they both thrusted into your two holes at the same time. You could feel Ace's huge member almost in your uterus and Peter's big friend in your butt. They went all the way in making you moan out in pleasure. The both of them were thrusting roughly into you having Peter spanking your ass. Ace was holding onto your waist while fucking you, arching his back and throwing his head back making him look hot asf. Peter on the other hand grabbed you by the hair, pulling your head back and spanking you from time to time.

"You like that, don't you, you little bitch?" His voice got deeper what made it even hotter for you.

"Y-Yes Peter..Don't stop go faster." The pleasure was coming out of your mouth making your voice shiver.

Peters eyes got darker and he grabbed tighter onto your hair. "You don't fucking tell me what to do you whore."

He didn't go faster but harder, pushing your back down on his dick, making you scream out in pain. Ace just smirked at your face full of pain and thrusted faster into you, hitting your g spot. You got pleasure and pain at the same time which made you go crazy. Even tho Ace loved seeing you enjoying his cock he knew it was a punishment so he pulled out his cock, leaving you sighed in despair and frustration.

He kneeled in front of you with his dick pointing at your lips. Peter let go of your hair so your lips fell on his tip, making him breath out in pleasure. You opened your mouth and he grabbed you by your hair, slamming his dick all the way down your throat, making you choke on it. While Peter was fucking your ass and getting closer to cum, Ace face fucked you as rough as he could, making your whole face turn red and the veins almost jumping out of your neck.

After Peter finished in your butt his big load filled you up so good that your eyes rolled back almost to your brain. He then slammed his cock all the way into your pussy to finish what Ace started. (I'm listening shandi btw while writing. Their most understand song..Ok sry) Ace was close and gave Peter a sign to which Peter nodded and together they exploded in your mouth and pussy. A few seconds after you cummed as well. Out of breath you fell on Ace and he leaned back breathing heavily with his dick touching your belly but then falling back on his. Peter had his hands leaned on his waist and was also breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath.

"That was amazing." You smiled satisfied.

"Yeah it was..Maybe I should come over more often without telling any of you." Ace giggled and Peter smirked.

"Yeah..Or you just call us before coming now get off my bed!" He said with a strict but still jokingly. Ace rolled his eyes playfully and smiled at you before getting off the bed and putting his pants back on.

"Omg Ace..Why don't you clean yourself first?" You asked disappointed. (Another Ace move)

"Who cares? I'm going home anyway. He smiled brightly and left after telling the both of you goodnight.

Peter looked at you and smirked. "Round two in the shower?"

"Yes." You replied with a smirk and what happened next is left to your imagination.

[a-constant-gay-panic]

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! REQUESTS ARE CLOSED !

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My masterlist!

Genres I'll write:

fluff

angst

smut

I can and will ignore/not write something (even if it is one of the genres listed above) if I see fit. this could be due to me not feeling comfortable writing about it, finding it offensive/insensitive etc. if that is the case, please just accept the fact and move on.

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Type of fics I'll write:

one shots

drabbles

imagines

song!fics

multi chapter fics 

AUs

dark!fics

Not sure if I'm missing anything.

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Who I'll write for:

HP

— Golden trio era —

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Cedric Diggory

Pansy Parkinson

Draco Malfoy (depending on the request)

— Marauders era —

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Lily Evans

Peter Pettigrew

— General/non specific era —

Bellatrix Black/Lestrange

Tom Riddle

Narcissa Black/Malfoy 

IT 

— Losers Club —

Beverly Marsh

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

Stanley Uris

Mike Hanlan

Eddie Kaspbrak

Ben Hanscom

— Bowers Gang —

Henry Bowers

Victor Criss 

Patrick Hockstetter

Reginald (Belch) Huggins 

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

001 / Henry Creel

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley

Billy Hargrove

Will Byers

OTHER FICTIONAL CHARACTERS 

Peter Parker (tasm & mcu)

Wanda and Pietro Maximoff (mcu)

Elio Perlman (cmbyn)

Hal (The king)

Rue Bennett (Euphoria)

Rodrick Heffley (diary of a wimpy kid)

CELEBRITIES

Either because I write for their fictional character/s or because I just feel like it: 

Jenna Ortega 

Sadie Sink

Sophia Lillis 

Timothée Chalamet 

Finn Wolfhard 

Zendaya 

Other than that, it all depends on said celebrity. If they’re not on the list, ask and I’ll get back to you.

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Types of Readers I’ll write for:

In regards to fluff, smut and angst:

fem!reader

gn!reader

male!reader (however I'm not the most experienced in this)

plus sized!reader

In regards to smut, specifically, I will write sub!reader but primarily dom!reader as I have more experience with this.

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What I will not write about:

Sexual harassment/abuse

Self Harm

ED's

Con-noncon / noncon

Illegal age gaps (a minor and an adult together)

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Things to include when making a request:

who you want to be in it

what kind of fic you want

any specific reader you had in mind

a basic idea / summary of what you want it to be about

any prompts from my prompt list (optional)

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That’s all from my side, love ya <3

[elixirbur]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ intro ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

HI GUYS!!!! it's me, Elixir (she/him) and I am here to just do a little intro post! I'm pretty new to writing fanfiction, but not new to writing in general. Other than writing, I loveeee music!

Fandoms/People I write for

♡Wilbur Soot

♡Nihachu

♡Harry Potter

♡Taylor Swift

♡One Direction/Solo

♡Taylor Swift

♡Spiderman/Peter Parker

♡Andrew Garfield

♡Glee

♡Darren Criss

♡Titanic/Jack Dawson

♡Brandi Carlile

♡Heartstopper

I am taking requests, so just put them in my asks pls! I will write almost anything, so don't be afraid lmao. I write fluff, smut, x reader, ocs, pretty much everything.

That's all i can think of for now. Thanks for reading!

[coopermorrow]

Who I Write For

Hi! My name is Cooper and I am hoping to be a writer one day so I thought what better way of starting off than by writing about my favorite celebrities and characters? I am in many fandoms but not all, so if you don't happen to see one of your favorite celebrities or characters on my list you can still ask me to write about them and I'll do my best!

American Horror Story:

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Nora Montgomery

Lana Winters

Kit Walker

Sister Mary Eunice McKee

Queenie

Madison Montgomery

Zoe Benson

Cordelia Goode

Misty Day

Kyle Spencer (pre and post death)

Dandy Mott

Tristan Duffy

James Patrick March

Elizabeth/The Countess

Kai Anderson

Winter Anderson

Michael Langdon

Mallory

Brooke Thompson

Xavier Plympton

Montana Duke

Harry Gardner

Slashers/Horror Characters:

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Bubba Sawyer

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Tiffany Valentine

Baby Firefly

Doomhead

Brahms Heelshire

Darry Jenner (Jeepers Creepers)

Norman Bates (Bates Motel)

Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal)

Art the Clown

BTS:

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

Jung Hoseok

Kim Namjoon

Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung

Jeon Jungkook

Jackass:

Johnny Knoxville

Steve-O

Ryan Dunn

Bam Margera

Chris Pontius

Rachel Wolfson

Marvel/Avengers Characters:

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

Peter Parker

Natasha Romanoff

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

James "Bucky" Barnes

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

IT (2017 and 2019):

Richie Tozier

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Mike Hanlon

Stanley Uris

Ben Hanscom

Beverly Marsh

Patrick Hockstetter

Henry Bowers

Reginald "Belch" Huggins

Victor Criss

What's Eating Gilbert Grape:

Gilbert Grape

Arnie Grape

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

It's Always Sunny In Philadeplphia:

Charlie Kelly

Dennis Reynolds

Deandra "Dee" Reynolds

Ronald "Mac" McDonald

The Last Of Us (show):

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams

Wednesday:

Wednesday Addams

Morticia Addams

Xavier Thorpe

Miscellaneous:

Javier Pena

Kevin Khatchadourian

Jay (Jay and Silent bob)

Jareth the Goblin King (The Labyrinth)

Mort Rainey

Victor Van Dort

Tarrant Hightopp/The Mad Hatter (Alice In Wonderland)

Edward Scissorhands

I will not write rape, 18+ content for underage characters, or anything where the character is another species. I will not take requests containing pedophilia, ablism, racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, or any other form of bigotry. Comfort imagines for things such as depression, eating disorders, and anxiety are fine as long as you do not want them to be very descriptive and/or explicit. Please make formal requests through my ask as I will not take comments as formal requests. I write for multiple genders but only smut for afab people as that is the anatomy I am most understanding of. I do take "x reader" requests. I can try to write crossovers, though I'm not too experienced with them and I do write for celebrities as well.

Requests are open now so if you do decide to make one, please include the character(s) you want and at least a small description of what you would like the plot to be. Thank you! <3

[groupiewhoreee]

howdy everyone! i'm neveah, i write things heres the bands i write for and what i wont write !

metallica

lars ulrich

kirk hammett

james hetfield

Jason newsted

robert trujilo

ron mcgovney

motley crue

vince neil

nikki sixx

tommy lee

mick mars

guns n roses

axl rose

steven adler

duff mckagen

izzy stradlin

slash hudson

kiss

paul stanley

eric carr

ace frehley

peter criss

tommy thayer

gene simmons

vinnie vincent

van halen

eddie van halen

david lee roth

alex van halen

micheal anthony

ac/dc

bon scott

angus young

malcolm young

cliff williams

brian johnson

phill rudd

megadeth

dave mustaine

david ellefson

marty friedman

nick menza

and other bands/rockstars if you request it!

i can write,

smut

fluff

angst

fantasy

mystery

horror

etc

i won't write,

pedophilla,

rape

eating disorders (i have nothing against it, i just won't write it.)

just basic won't write stuff.

feel free to message me about requesting! please have some idea/plot prepared but if not its all good!

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 483, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) neonatal death

WORDS: 1162

“Hey sweetheart?” Peter said as he scrolled through the emails on his cell phone. “The band has been scheduled to play for a one night only concert at the King Peter arena in downtown Brooklyn on Halloween Eve in two weeks. Do you want to come and be my good luck charm, or do you want to go trick or treating with the kids?”

“I think I’ll go with you, my love,” I answered him as the two of us did our morning stretches- him using little girl and Baby Tommy as weights and me doing gentle pregnant yoga. “I’m quite honestly at that point of my pregnancy where I don’t want you out of my sight.”

“I don’t blame you one bit sweetheart,” he told me as he lifted little girl up from his hip to his shoulder and lowered her before repeating the same rep with Baby Tommy and then switching back again.

“Papa Pete!” screeched little girl giggled, happy as a bed of clams. “Papa Pete!”

“Dadadadadadadadada!” babbled Baby Tommy, cackling with glee as his father acted as a manly beefcake. “Dadadadadadadadada!”

“Sweet babies!” he cooed with a peaceful smile on his face. “Daddy loves his babies!”

“My love, will you be wearing the babies in a back papoose?” I wondered as I went into a modified tree pose, keeping my breathing evened and paced.

“Of course I will,” he reassured me. “And then Baby Violet Marie is due the following day on November first, right?”

“Hopefully Baby Violet Marie won’t take after her Uncle Gideon and be a ten month baby!” I huffed. “I am ready to have my body back.”

“Sweetheart, you always look so beautiful no matter what,” he pacified me in a deep rumble as he set the babies down to do push up next. Little girl and Baby Tommy scrambled over to climb onto his back and offer him with a bit of extra weight as he did pushups next.

“As flattered as I am at hearing your opinion of myself, that’s not what I was referring too,” I corrected him in a dry tone as I stretched into a gently modified unicorn and then into rainbow. “I’m talking about walking without feeling like I swallowed a watermelon whole, saying bye to the neverending heartburn, being able to sleep on my stomach again…”

“Ah okay then,” he grunted as he raised and lowered himself in slow succession, the babies giggling from the perch on his back. “Well sweetheart, anything that needs doing you can have me and the kids do.”

“And Isabelle?” I asked as I awkwardly rolled into a criss cross applesauce position.

“I consider Isabelle as one of our kids,” he confessed in a sheepish tone of voice.

“My love, how does that work?” I wondered as I set my elbows down behind me and fell into a lazy pose.

“Well my sweetheart, Isabelle never had a positive father figure in her life,” he reminded me as he waited for the babies to get off from him before rolling into a causal sitting position and welcoming them in for some cuddle time. “That plus she had extensive trauma dealt to her from an early age and she likes me well enough.”“No papochka, kogda ty khochesh' yeshche raz trakhnut' yeye khoroshen'kuyu kisku?” I asked him with an innocent flutter of my lips. “Fuk!”

“LITTLE GIRL-”

~xoXox~

“Oh my goodness, you lot are so adorable!” I laughed as Elizabeth had Baby Tommy try on his Halloween costume.

The kids were getting dressed up as characters from the children’s classic books, Madeline. The girls had blue dresses and yellow hats and Baby Tommy would wear a red onesie and a dark blue bonnet.

Katie was giggling as she sewed trim onto her little coat, which was lined in fleece for extra warmth from the late October promised chill.

“Mommy, Lizz Lizz and I are thinking about a music video for Madeline,” she clued me in with a giggle.

“Oh, how fun!” I told her as I turned from my desk, where I had been getting ready for this year’s NaNoWriMo. “Will you use the music from the 1993 cartoon or the 1998 live action adaptation?”

“An original song,” Elizabeth answered with a grin. “Little girl will play the lead role of Madeline!”

“Oh, how cool!” I smiled.

Elizabeth began to hum the handwritten song and I smiled at the sweet melody.

“Katie will play the piano and I will play mommy’s harp,” Elizabeth informed me.

“What will the babies play, out of curiosity?” I asked her in a teasing tone of voice.

“They will play with little plush mice that Jacob is giving me for the purpose of the music video,” she told me with a smile stretched across her face.

“Ah okay,” I said. “What instruments do you think the babies would play?”

“Baby Tommy will play the cello, just like daddy!” Katie declared with a giggle.

“Baby Kit will play the flute, and little girl would play a drum set of some kind,” Elizabeth explained. “Jacob plays the bagpipes.”

“Ah, that does not surprise me,” I conversed with my children as Baby Violet Marie punched wildly.

PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH

“Jacob’s mother is from Scotland originally, she met his father while he was studying at the University of Edinburgh, where he was majoring in music studies,” I continued speaking. “I do believe she was singing at the opera house and he was invited backstage to speak with the performers. But I could be wrong.”

“You’re never wrong, mommy,” Elizabeth reassured me, going to strip Baby Tommy from his Halloween costume. “It’s a cardinal rule with mommies- mommies are never wrong.”

“Well then.”

No papochka, kogda ty khochesh' yeshche raz trakhnut' yeye khoroshen'kuyu kisku, but daddy when do you want to fuck her pretty pussy again, Russain

TAGLISTS ARE OPEN/ ASK BOX IS OPEN/ REQUESTS ARE OPEN/ PLOT BUNNIES ARE WELCOMED

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PETER STEELE TAGLIST

@rock-a-noodle

@ch3rry-c01a

[maverickthepup]

What I write, who I write, and what you can request!

Hi! This is where I have info on what I write, who I write, and what I am comfortable writing/what you can request! If you have any questions feel free to ask me!

What Maverick writes…

I write fanfiction, oneshots, and imagines, and headcannons!

These will of course include age regression or pet regression in some way, wether you the reader are a regressor, or a character is.

I will write for the fandoms/characters I have listed below. If you want a different character and don’t see them down there, you may ask if I will write for them but I won’t make any promises.

What Maverick is comfortable writing…

This is a 100% SFW blog, so no NSFW writing at all. I’m not comfortable doing that for age/pet regression.

I am perfectly fine writing relationships like dating or being married, with hand holding, cuddling, kissing, etc etc. But I will not do smut, kinks, or heated make outs.

Basically just cute fluff is what I’ll do!

I can write the following:

Âge regressor reader or character

Pet regressor reader or character

Caregiver reader or character

Fluff!

Dating/Married

Platonic! (Like just friends and stuff like that)

Poly relationships

Male, Female, and gender neutral readers!

I will usually write in second person point of view that way I can use ‘you’ instead of y/n.

I write a mixture of genders for

“Y/n”, I write male, female, and gender neutral that way everyone can hopefully enjoy my writing!

If you make a request and do not specify gender for “y/n” then I will just do gender neutral by default.

I will always specify before each writing piece what gender “y/n” is, and give a little summary of what the writing plot is! I will also try to put any warnings there too, so if I miss anything just let me know and I’ll add them!

Fandoms/Characters Maverick writes…

Here they are! Again if there’s a character you specifically want but don’t see then feel free to ask if I would write for them, but I won’t make any promises.

If you don’t see a fandom on here you can ask if I write for that fandom but it’s likely I’m either not in it or I don’t write for it.

Horror movies/slashers:

The Lost Boys 1987:

Michael Emerson

Star

David

Marko

Dwayne

Paul

House of Wax 2005

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Friday The 13th

Jason Vorhees

Halloween

Michael Myers

Rob Zombie Michael Myers

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Sidney Prescott

Tatum Riley

Randy Meeks

Gale Weathers

Dwight “Dewey” Riley

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Bubba Sawyer

ChopTop

Nubbins

Thomas Hewitt

The Boy

Brahms Heelshire

IT

Henry Bowers

Patrick Hockstetter

Reginald ‘Belch’ Huggins

Vic Criss

Predator

Yautja’s/Predators (if you have a specific one just let me know!)

Alien

Xenomorph

Marvel:

Tony Stark

Clint Barton

Natasha Romanoff

Bruce Banner

Steve Rodgers

Bucky Barnes

Thor

Loki

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Vison

Zemo

Peter Parker

Stephen Strange

Matt Murdock

Peter Quill

Gamora

Drax

Detroit Become Human:

Hank Anderson

Connor

Kara

Luther

Markus

North

Simon

Josh

Gavin Reed

Mystic Messenger:

707

Zen

Jumin

Yoosung

Jaehee

Saeran

V

Monster Prom/Camp:

Damien LaVey

Vera Oberlin

Zoe

Poly Geist

Miranda Vanderbilt

Liam De Lioncourt

Scott Howl

Calculester

Milo Belladonna

Dahlia Aquino

Aaravi Mishra (And Hex)

Joy Johnson Johjima

Moss Mann

The Narrator

The Wolf Among Us (video game):

Bigby Wolf

Snow

Beauty

Beast

Bloody Mary

Red Dead Redemption:

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

Dutch Van Der Linde

Javier Escuella

Sean Maguire

Charles Smith

Lenny Summers

Tilly Jackson

Marybeth

Abigail Roberts

Karen Jones

Sadie Adler

Miss Grimshaw (platonic only)

Hosea Matthews (platonic only)

Heathers: (movie or musical, just specify which one you’d prefer! Even though there probably won’t be much of a difference in my writing… but I will try!)

Heather Chandler

Heather Duke

Heather McNamara

Veronica Sawyer

J.D

Kurt

Ram

The Breakfast Club:

John Bender

Alison Reynolds

Claire Standish

Brian Johnson

Andrew Clark