Fresh laundry. Hot dogs for dinner. Cold pizza for breakfast. A really good haircut. A joke so funny that you cry. New shoes. The CRACK! of a baseball on a wooden bat. FOMO. Peppermint chewing gum. Runner's high. Your first crush.
Pine trees. Cold dew on a summer morning. MRE's that don't taste like paper pulp. Cornfields as far as the eye can see. Screaming at the sky late at night. Turkey with stuffing. White bread in a plastic sleeve. Getting gum on your shoes.
Scented candles and burnt popcorn. Fresh-cut daisies. Drawing with charcoal. Sun bleached bones. The smell of gasoline. Gel pens. Your favorite animated movie. The scapegoat. Not caring at all.
Butterscotch and sulfur. Rolling meadows of grass. Sand in your shoes. Fried fish in a greasy newspaper. Fireworks on a warm summer evening. Wool turtleneck sweaters. Being double-dog-dared to swim in the lake during winter. The best hole-in-the-wall pub in the world.
Dusty old books. Creaking floorboards. Fresh winter snow. A really good sandwich. Finding a new favorite novel. A handmade scarf. Getting a good grade on an assignment. First editions. Going to the natural history museum. Firmly believing why you were put on this earth.
Breakfast foods. Campfires. The satisfying clicking of clockwork machinery. Reading bedtime stories aloud. T-shirts with math jokes on them. Tuning a guitar. Petting zoos. Knowing your limits. Learning about something that makes you really happy. A cool looking rock.
Antiseptic. Down comforters. Really round fluffy birds. Bad puns. Doing things because you can. Hot tea. Waking up before the sun does. Whistling. Dry cleaning. Fun facts about animals. Really strange nonfiction books. Windy winter days.
Dirt and black coffee. Climbing a tree. People watching. Road trips. Going to bed and realizing you haven't spoken to anyone all day. Fairy bread. Getting caught in the rain. Really cool scars. Having a story for everything. Polarized lenses.
Vermouth and tobacco. Minimalist cuff links. Playing cards. Hair pomade. Silk ties. Your first love. A passing feeling of emptiness. Heels clicking on polished floors. Crusty dinner rolls with soft warm bread on the inside.
Lavender hand soap. Gunpowder. Lilac polo shirts. Worn black denim. Staying up late and watching the home shopping channel because you can't sleep. Beat-up firearms catalogs. Telling your mother to return your birthday gift because your workplace has strict dress codes regarding clothing colors, even though you desperately need that new skirt. Finding drawings from when you were a child. Soft wool cardigans. Shiny silver knives. Yogurt with fruit. Hating and loving your job at the same time.
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an: heres some bby peter fluff that i wrote in attempts to get out of my midnight funk(i feel like it isn’t my best work but i guess thats for you guys to figure out) gif aint mine, also im working on requests but feel free to send some in!!
warnings: wittle bit of angst, fluff, peter being a fluff ball
words: 1,623 oops
summary: peter’s cheeks darken, his heart rate quickens and his voice fails him, but only when he’s around her. only problem is, he’s her best friend.
omg the twins and shower sex?? (individually pls not G/E) <333 your blog is my fave blog of them all
omg shower sex with the twins?? it would make my dayyyy!!
^this is also another request I received. Y'all are just too sweet to me, I appreciate it so much! I wanted to apologize for my lack of responding to blurb asks, I’m back in the groove and ready to tackle more! I hope y'all enjoy this.
Of course you’d woken up thirty minutes late, rushing to the shower, bed clothes flinging left and right. Starting out the day late always put you in a horrible mood, you weren’t very kind to the shampoo bottles. The scolding hot water was baring down over your face, rinsing away facial soaps when the blast of cold air hit your back. You turned swiftly, sure that your worst nightmare had come true and that demon you always thought would murder you while you were showering was surely there to kill you. It was only Ethan, purely naked in all of his delectable glory, half asleep and only wanting a shower. He smiled sideways at you, bumping you back out of the stream of water to claim it for his own. You normally would have made some smartass comment, but the few days of little to no play activity was doing odd things to your brain. He looked so scrumptious just standing there, his back muscles flexing as he leaned his head back to wet his curls. You’d reasoned with yourself, you didn’t have time for these thoughts, let alone to act upon them. But when he turned back around to you, drops of water streaming over his lips that smirked coyly at you, being late was your last priority. You rammed him into the cream tile of the shower, the breath knocking out of him for a moment as you kneeled down hungrily to satisfy him. It wasn’t a moment before his cock was hard and throbbing in your warm mouth, his hands grasping for anything to hold for being so caught off guard and aroused in less than a minute. You decided then that you’d make him cum and appease your appetite, finish your shower and still make it to work on time; but oh, Ethan had so many other plans. One loving touch to your face turned into his grasp pulling you up, the popping of your mouth from his tip confusing you as he slung you around and pushed you likewise against the wall. “Now don’t go and start things you can’t finish.” His hands reached down to place yours against the wall, moving down to pull your hips out and ready for him. You were sure your eyes rolled back in your head when he plunged deep and rough inside of you, your cry out muffled by the sound of the shower. You were more than late for work.
Anywhere you were, Grayson always wanted to be right near you. That included showers, and you didn’t mind the company. He’d always wash your back for you, sometimes even your hair, and more times than not it ended in getting a little handsy. It was pretty late, nearing midnight and you’d both had an extensive workout. You had completely drenched your sports bra and there wasn’t a chance you’d lay down dirty and sweaty. You cranked up the hot water, even though Gray complained about it, getting down to your hygiene duties while waiting for him to come join you. You’d just soaped your loofa sponge, rubbing the honey and lilac soap across your chest when Grayson’s arms came around yours to take over. He was generous, massaging every inch of you and even helping you rinse. You were ready to give him his turn when he dropped the loofa to the floor, his hand sliding down over your pubic bone as his lips met your neck. The warm sensation of his finger rubbing your clit did wonders for your tense muscles, breathing out a sigh and falling back into his chest. “You worked hard, I think you deserve a reward.” His hand skimmed down over your bottom to lift your leg, you hand shooting out to keep balance by grasping the wall. He filled you so fully and just right, his soft and sensual thrusts sending goosebumps over your skin. He always got off by the way you wrapped so perfectly around him, edging you to the brink of orgasm by thrusting up deliberately and giving tingly circles to your clit. “Now come on and give me what I want.” You came hard around him, his teeth baring down on your shoulder as he joined you. “God, you’re incredible.”
I got an awesome custom perfume blend from @right-in-the-vhenan shop @silvannaturals ans it is amazing!!!! For those who know my history with DnD characters its for Melon. The worst ninja/assassin in existence in so much that he isnt sneaky at all and collects anything that explodes. The perfume is a mix of molten spark honey and lilac and its awesome!!! I need to order a bigger bottle!!