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Omg yall i’ve been so busy I like finish college and shit which is wild to think kind of trippy too like I started this blog when I was like 18, but I’ve just been really busy with life and stuff, but like I’m on the Patreon like I know the Lore, I’m playing the game so like don’t worry, I might update soon. I just haven’t had time yet which kind of like annoys me because this is kind of like a really good way to like really stress and stuff but anyway, anyways I miss you guys. I’ve also been taking multiple writing classes, so my writing style has definitely changed I think. so I might upload something and hopefully you guys like the new writing style.
How do you think Peter feels about a darling who is stubbornly dom?
(Don't mind me I'm just imagining dom!y/n waking up one night to Peter just jackhammering them in their sleep 😳)
Peter adores it when you’re dom he loves it when you make him your slut he’ll do just about anything for you. You name it and he’ll do it in a heart beat. I’ve been writing a research paper for my cognitive psych class plz excuse my inactivity these past few days.
You had a long day at work you just wanted to come home and relax and have a nice night in. But as long as you flopped your self into your comfortable bed you hear a knock at your door. “Ugh coming.” You call out walking towards the door. You open the door to see your boyfriend. “Darling I missed you how was work”. Peter says while walking through the door as if he owned the place.
“Work was stressful was usual nothing exciting happened although T.K. got yelled at by a customer so that was interesting to see I guess since it rarely happens.” You as you close the door. Peter rolls his eyes by the mention of your co-worker then he thinks about getting a job there to be with you. Then you would forget all about T.K.
“So darling is your work hiring by any chance?” You laugh at that question as you walk to the kitchen and open the refrigerator. “Surprisingly no. why?”You replay as you poor your self a drink. “Just a question love.” You turn on the tv to watch and put a random channel. You sit on the sofa with Peter following closely behind. As you start to watch the movie you feel your eyes closing.
You open one eye to feel warm hands on your hips thrusting you arch your back and moan. When you fully open your eyes you look to see Peter above you rolling his eyes and his tongue out. Sloppy thrusting like a dog in heat. “I’m so-sorry darling you just looked so tempting I couldn’t resist.” You push him off you. Telling him to sit on the floor. He quickly obeys.
You sit on the bed, legs crossed, In this moment you seemed to be caught up in an idea, one that is slowly uncurling in your mind, like a creature waking from slumber.
After a time, you feel compelled to move, almost imperceptibly, as if the idea is manifesting into your body. Your thighs press together very gently, and your hips shift position.
These movements are very subtle, because while they signal the beginning of your body's sexual response, you need no grand gesture to Peter what is to come. Only someone who knows you well would have any inkling of the mischief that is taking shape in your mind's eye.
Reaching some sort of conclusion, you cocks your head, and call out.
"My pet?"
Your words echo in his mind. He seems delighted to be addressed this way, and smiles warmly at you. You smile back, and you share a moment of mutual adoration.
"Yes Goddess?"
"Tell me what you are for fucking me," you ask.
He blushes, and looks down. Your delighted in this, how your words have such an instant impact on him, how your words immediately tap him into his submissive space.
"I am a dirty slut, Goddess ," he says quietly.
"Eyes up. Say it again, clearer," you reply.
He looks at you,holding your gaze, the mischief in your eyes matched by a twinkle in his. He is not a simpering, cowed submissive. It is not in his nature, nor would it be something you desired. He is proud of what he is, and you love him for it.
"I am a dirty slut." Peter says it clearly, calmly and with confidence.
"And who's dirty slut are you?" You ask
"I am, with every fibre of my being, your dirty slut Goddess," he says, smiling at you, chin and eyes lifted, pride mixing with his blush.
His words thrill you, as much as speaking them thrills him.
You hold him there with your gaze.
"You're blushing," you reflects. This causes Peter to blush more deeply, though he smiles and looks down.
"You're looking down and away, as though what I've said is scandalous," you smile. You know that this technique, this 'attention placement' is having an instant impact on him. You have become better and better at it, and he has become more and more receptable to it. He drops into thrall of you effortlessly.
"But your heart is beating faster," you observed. "You're shuffling, and the smile is disappearing, replaced by that needy, slutty look that I adore so aw is it because you didn’t finish.”
He is shifting his weight from foot to foot gently, and you can see his chest rising and falling.
"Your mouth is dry, and you can feel a need growing," you say.
"Yes Goddess," he whispers, earnest deference creasing his features.
"You desire. You want. You need." There are no questions, there is no argument, there is only the simple truths that she utters for them both.
"Your body is starting to betray what a needy slut you are. Your cock is getting hard, you're starting to sweat."
A small groan escapes his lips, but he dare not move, not until you wills it.
"Such a good boy," you whisper, and he groans again, louder this time.
"A good, slutty boy. Horny and needy and desperate for your Goddess."
The blush is now high on his cheeks and burning scarlet. It has nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with your words.
"Come here slut," you purrr
He covers the distance between them and as he leans in to kisses you, you reach, grasping his throat. You pivot his body in this way so that he sits heavily on the bed, held tight in her hand. You straddle him, pushing upwards so his head is tilted back, throat exposed to you. Some ancient genetic coding bypasses any rational or higher brain response, immediately establishing the alpha and beta in this interaction.
He gasps as you run your tongue along the line of his jaw towards his ear, trapping the lobe between his teeth and biting gently. You apply pressure around his neck and his movement stills. You release his flesh, but your mouth remains microns away from him.
"I fucking adore you, my perfect slut," you growl. "I am in a mood beacuse you decided to fuck me while I sleep."
He moans softly as you move your fingers from his throat to his lips, pushing a finger into his mouth. Scratching his tongue. You hear Peter moan around your finger. You quickly a second finger, pushing in, then working in and out like his mouth is a cunt. You grind yourself against him, and you can feel him already hard.
"Listen carefully pet," your voice barely a whisper. "First, you'll create a space in the bedroom. One that befits your Goddesses ' pleasure."
He moans and nods, and you reward him with a third finger, your bodies now moving together as the tension begins to gather pace.
"Next, I want you to make yourself my pretty whore. You are to apply scent, you are to choose underwear that would delight your goddess. You are to have a toy in your pretty hole in case I decide that using your hole is something that will please me later. Last, you will bring me my cock and harness, lipstick, white shirt, and your aftershave. The last part you will do once the previous conditions have been met. Understood?"
You remove your fingers and he gasps, chest heaving.
"Perfectly my goddess ," he replies, breathless. "Thank you."
You shift again swinging aside to let him up. As he rises however, you catch him again, kissing deeply. You release him a second time, but provides a sharp smack across his face as he leaves. He sighs contentedly but does not turn again. He has work to do.
This is something that your exploring, together. Its not always perfect and you don't nail it every time, but it's fun and it's hot, and the more you try it out the more you find a deep connection to something that had been missing.
Degradation, meanness, cruelty. It's not for you. What you both seem to have discovered, in different ways, is the other side of gender. His yin and your yang. Like trying on a new coat or playing a character in a play. Your discovering what your yang energy gives you, how it feels, how it sounds.
You find that wielding it is a turn on. Even if the act your engaging in is not directly something your into, it's the process of sitting in a more masculine place that sends the ripples of electricity up your spine.
Your exploration has also given you something that you’d never had before; safety. Your safe to express your desires, explore parts hidden, safe to not be perfect.
You were always afraid of connecting with this masculine energy in case it awoke in you something you did not wish to be, cruel or demanding or worse. You always feared she'd find herself beyond your boundaries with no way of knowing it, and no way to get back.
But you’d found ways to make it safe. As you spanked him and instantly worried that you had gone too far, he'd moaned.
"Thank you Goddess!" he'd told you, his eyes bliss-filled and distant. You’d smacked harder, the same portent of fear sparking.
"Thank you, ohhhh, thank you my Goddess," he'd moaned, louder and more confidently.
In this way you gained a clear understanding of where his boundaries were without having to stop and check in each time.
Each moaned 'thank you Goddess' helped to steer your course.
So you sit, picturing what comes next as you hear some soft music coming from the bedroom.You close your eyes and letting your mind begin to create scenes and stories, things you’ve done or seen, things you want to try.
You breathe deeply, allowing yourself the space to disconnect from the day and connect more deeply with the sensual side of yourself. A toggle, you’d come to know it as.
Before long you hear footsteps, and you open your eyes. He is wearing delicate black lace underwear with thigh high stockings and suspenders.
His cock is already hard, straining to remain contained under the sheer lace that is not designed to hold that much flesh. He is flushed too, the colour on his cheeks high and dark, and echoed across his chest. He smells divine.
"Almost perfect," you say . "I want you in mesh or fishnet rather than sheer. The underwear is perfect."
He carries the accoutrements you’d asked for and he deposits some on the coffee table as you tilts your head back. He applies some of his own aftershave between your clavicles, the warm, dark scent a good foil for the soft, feminine one that he wears. Then he turns without a word and disappears to make the adjustments you required.
There was a time when your words of displeasure would have impacted him. A disproportionate amount. He would have felt judged, or like he had failed you. Like so any aspects of what they have discovered, he now delights in your direction. When you give it, he knows it is because there is something that will delight you more than what is before you. His experience now tells him that there is no need to react with shame or fault. He has only to follow your whim and you’ll will be more prone to drop into a pleasure space, and this is all he wants for you
He returns sometime later, stepping into the room confidently. He has replaced the sheer stockings from earlier, and is now presented in the same slutty panties, open at the back and barely containing his cock, but now in fine fishnet stockings, clipped into a suspender. He looks distinctly sluttier and it appeals to you. You smile at him.
"Better," you tell him. "Much better."
"Turn around pet, feet apart and spread yourself for me," you orders, and he complies immediately. You can see beneath the lace the end of a metal toy that you know is applying gentle but persistent pressure into him.
You sit forward and after adjusting the angle,and give him a sharp opened hand spank across lace and flesh. His breath hisses between his teeth.
"Turn," you order and he does, his cock... My cock, you correct yourself. His cock is even harder now, and you slip it from the bonds of the hardworking underwear. You grip it firmly around the base, his hands instinctively moving behind his back.
"Whose cock is this?" You ask.
"Yours Goddess," his reply not much more than a breath.
"Stroke it slut. Show your Goddess what a good whore you are, make her cock feel good."
There's something in the words, you know. The space to speak so profanely, to find the power in the sort of words that have been used with such callousness against your gender for so many lifetimes. There is only adoration for he that stands before you, but there are untold generations who have heard these words spoken in hate and oppression.
He begins to stroke your cock, close to your face in this position. Its beautiful, and he is beautiful as he pleasures it, his strokes gliding easily up and down its length. You revel in the shape, the changing hue, the strained skin.
"Faster and harder" you say.
He groans but obeys, pumping harder and faster. You can smell his arousal mixing with your perfume, but while you know the pressure that is already building inside him, he would not dare to orgasm without your consent. The toy will be pressing ever more firmly as his body shifts and adjusts to his body's response. He is rock hard, cock straining and purple.
"Release," you command, and he does, your cock twitching and throbbing before you.
You let him stand there, cock shifting gently as though stirred by a wafting breeze.
"Legs spread, on the rug, now," you instructand he complies immediately, pressing himself onto the rug, knees wide and hands stretched before him. They have come to recognize and love this space as it comes on. You connects with the truth that you can require anything of him, and unless it is something that crosses a boundary for him - in which case he will be clear and honest with stating this - you can say and do what you want.
Freedom. That's what it is. Freedom. From your past. From expectation and requirement. From being a performer, a toy for someone else's pleasure. This is your space.
You stand over him, basking in his submission. You take your time. He is limited in what he can see to the periphery. You know how much this turns him on, the anticipation, the waiting. His dirty mind will be conjuring all manner of arousing scenarios.
You take your time attiring yourself . You apply lipstick, crimson and bold. Your hair you piles on your head and secure it with two long pins. You button the shirt carefully, deliberately. As you do this you use your words to keep his arousal simmering, though barely a nudge and it would boil, you know
"Look at my gorgeous pet, spread before me. Such a dirty pet. Such needy whore, so eager to please. You'll stay perfectly still, but your Goddess knows that if she wanted she can order you to devour her cunt, and that would be the most wonderful prize."
He moans, hands outstretched on the material of the rug.
You step into the soft leather of the harness. The harness is a new part of the experience for you. No, not new. You have had for some time, but it always stirred in you a sense of obligation. It was not for you, it was for someone else, and therefore a requirement.
You have been fascinated with the masculine energy that your learning about, but until now there has been no need or desire for something so overt as a physical prop. But you had listened to a podcast that talked about the physical feeling of an appendage, foreign and alien to you, and how it could change the way her your physical space felt. So, you decide to try it out, not as implement for his pleasure, but to create a different experience for you.
The material feels luxurious against your skin, fitting and moulding to your curves as you pull the straps taught. You lightly touches the glass cock. It is a work of art. If you could conceive your perfect cock, this would be it. It is the perfect length and thickness, but it is the way that it is crafted that makes it so exquisite.
You stand and admires her girl-cock. You move, testing and delighting in how it feels. You experiment with how it swings back and forth as you move. You connects with Peter. You feel the power that comes from the blunt instrument that swings between your legs. You laugh at the absurdity of it at the same time as celebrating the power it sends through your frame.
"What a thick, hard girl-cock I have," you say proudly, grasping it at the base, just beyond the metal ring that holds it in place. You allow yourself to indulge in a side of your soul forever withheld, until now.
"Such a hard, sexy girl-cock. So powerful and beautiful."
Your trying this energy on, seeing how it feels, dropping into it and letting it flow through you. It does feel interesting, and you swagger around the room, laughing like flowing water at the sensation and absurdity of it. But you also feels something else. You get a sense of the power the podcast had talked about, being alpha, the man, the one in charge.
"You have done such a wonderful job of presenting yourself pet. Your Goddess is pleased by how tempting you look. Stand up, get on the couch."
He does, his breath coming quickly and his cheeks flushed. His eyes widen for a moment as he drinks you in, then he grins a wicked grin. He sits, and you straddles him, grabbing his throat and kissing him passionately. Your lipstick smears across his lips, another thing you knows he loves.
Your arousal is amping now, building and coiling in your belly. Once, early on, this feeling confronted you. You could feel the animal inside coming to life, but it frightened you ; you were afraid of losing control. Now, you know you can indulge your desires and he will communicate clearly if your pushing too far. So far, you’d been surprised with what he is comfortable to allow, and where you worry that he will tell you to stop, he moans and thanks you instead.
You slaps his face, once, twice, a third time. The third is hard, a crack expertly executed across his cheek. His eyes turn glassy and he moans a thank you. He has already starting to enter sub-space you can see, and it urges you on.
Your panting, grinding, feeling wetness starting to gather inside you . Your cock is cool glass and rubs between them, the straps applying unexpected pressure to her crurer.
You look down and sees his nipples, an area of his body that you’d discovered he takes particular pleasure from. She starts to massage them while continuing to kiss him. Then she sits back and lets her fingernails trace the flesh of his chest. While you suck on his tongue.
You smile with a knowing glint at his reactions, and takes each nipple between your fingers. You pinch, hard. Far harder than you would be comfortable with, but he reacts by thrusting his hips upwards, as though he feels the sensation in two places. You push further, pulling the nipples away from his chest. He is swearing and moaning almost incoherently.
You mouth slips from his tongue “My beautiful pet ," you whisper . "I do so love making you a mess like this. Such a needy pet, such a lucky slut having a Goddess who knows just how to make you moan and beg."
His reply is babbling but affirmative. You pull peter’s nipples again, harder this time, and twists as well. You do this with confidence, which only drives his arousal higher. You’d learned that too; the more your become comfortable in power, the more turned on he allows himself to get. You enjoy the power of it. You pinches again, and leans in and traps his neck between your teeth and he cries out in delight.
Peter in some sort of ecstatic state now, willing and ready. You turn him around so he's kneeling towards the back of the couch. You push his head forward, and parts his knees. You take the paddle from the coffee table and spanks him, hard. He moans and thanks you. You give him three more on each flank, the material and lace absorbing some of the blow.
You reach between his legs, grasps his cock and strokes it five or six times. Then you spank him again, 6 times in quick succession. Again, you reach between his legs and stroke him, longer this time. You begin to alternate this pattern, spending more time each rotation either stroking or spanking. His flesh is a satisfying red, and you know that he will be driven to distraction with the sensation of it.
He described it to your after the first time as being a complete blurring of sensation, which heightens both. It also means you can completely control his arousal without ever letting him climax unless you wish it. More and more he is relishing the denial. He loves the way he becomes so desperate to please, as though your release is all he will get, making him crave and worship you all the more.
He moans and squirms, his hips thrusting forward. That's quite enough, you think.
"Bedroom," you pants, jumping off him standing. Peter takes your hand, lays the most delicate kiss on the back of it, grins at you and pulls you down the hallway. You laughs as you feel the glass cock bobbing along with you.
The bedroom is just what her sensual side desires. The sheets are as tight as a drum across the bed. Candles cast a soft and subtle light throughout and the music is gentle and provides a sound scape rather than something to listen to directly. The room is warm but not hot.
You recline onto the bed like a cat in sunshine and spreads your legs. As you do the air touches the wetness there and it is your turn to gasp. You know that your cunt will be flushed and opening like a beautiful flower by now.
You grasp the glass firmly, instinct urging your hand up and down its shaft. Each upward pull places delicious pressure below, and the down presses indirectly against her clit.
You loved him. You really do. He was made to love you, wasn't he? Peter. Was that his name? You loved the way he smiled, the way he was devoted to you. The way no matter how horrible of a person you were, he would love you, cherish and worship you like a god. Love hurts, doesn't it? When you can't feel the touch of the person you love the most.
You hate it. It hurts. He is the only one you feel a connection to, yet he isn't real. You feel disconnected from your own reality, feeling comfort in his. His reality is your escape, comfort from the harsh truth of your world.
It feels unreal, your life feels unreal. It always had. Until you found out about him. Your Boyfriend. With him, it feels like you could finally see. The world seemed so bright with him in it.
Though those moments of euphoria wouldn't last long. You became disconnected. You forgot the faces of your friends, your relatives, and even yourself. It was only him that was on your mind. Just him.
Those moments of joy with him was perfect, like no one existed but you two. Time slowed down, you wish you could stay longer.
Until the realization hit.
He's not real. He's only programmed to act this way. No matter how hard you try. He won't know you truly exist. After all, thousands of other people have him too, and if he truly did exist, you could never have him. He was too good for you.
Tears spilled for a fictional character, how pitiful, you can't feel a connection to those who care about you. A crisis enveloped you. It felt like a void, it made you feel sick.
How can you cope with this? How can you feel better now?
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Picture y/n taking his cum jars and pouring them down the toilet while he's out doing errands and he come back to y/n chilling on the couch. And finds his devotion empty...
Peter trust you completely to petsit snake at his house while he’s going to his psychiatrist. You can’t help but get bored and decide to snoop around. Since Peter never tells you anything about his personal life.
You open his fridge and you barely see any food but you do see your favorite snack. You grab it and eat it as your taking your self guided tour. You open the door and take a peek in you notice a bed and a small closet.
You decided to walk in you jump on the bed. Wondering how Peter can sleep on this rock he calls a bed. You stand up from the bed and walk over to his closet. It looks normal from what you can tell until you notice something in the back of the closet.
Grab the object from behind the closet and you look at it you decide to open the jar take a quick smell of it and immediately threw up in your mouth. You saw another one of those darts you grabbed it walked over to the bathroom and dump the liquid onto the toilet once you were sure it was all gone he flushed the contacts down the toilet.
And you threw the jars away. Tried your best forget about the mental image of those two jars with distracting yourself with rat on the couch.  Peter calls you and tells you he’s gonna be home soon so you turn on a random movie while you wait for him to come back. 
You’re the jingling of the keys and you see Peter opening the door.  Peter greets you and talks about his day. Do you watch Peter walking to his room not noticing that the door was slightly open from when you entered it. Do you hear a loud gasp but you decide to ignore it. You put right back in their home. And yell to Peter that you’re going home.
Peter looks where he usually kept his devotions to you and noticed his that his two jars are anywhere to be seen and he starts panicking looking everywhere until he sees the empty jars in the trashcan. Tiny tear fell from his face. Did you not like his devotion? how did you find out? he had so many questions going on through his head. 
Then he had a small panic attack for a second did you notice the shrine he devoted to you. Peter decided there was other ways to show his love for you. He walks over to the kitchen grabs a sharp knife and slowly start cutting his skin “let me count the ways I love you darling”. He starts cutting hearts in his skin until he’s satisfied and places the bloody knife on the shrine. “Just for you dreariest let me bleed for you.” 
HEHHEHEHEHHEHEHHEHEHEHEH you can call me the sakura anon, anyways, I saw your post asking for dirty Peter content requests sooo here you go, how about somnophilia, reader is tired as fuck and goes straight to sleep, then Peter comes in through the window to masturbate to her, and ends up fucking her in the end because he can't control himself :3
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Between going to work and college you were exhausted by the end of the week.  he just had one more hour to go for you’re last shift of the day that hour felt like if it was six hours. You bid T.K good bye for the night as you watched them get into their car.  as you walk home you can get the eerie feeling that someone was watching you you brush it off as you continue to walk to your apartment.
When you enter your apartment you notice that the lights off. You’re assuming Lucy must’ve been out as you continue on with your evening routine. You have a nice warm bath and then you do a little bit of homework. You turned off your lights as you completely knocked out one you reach your bed forgetting to close your bedroom window.
Peter had been following you he was waiting for you behind a bush. He would’ve asked if you wanted to walk home but he chickened out. We had to make sure you’re walking safely to your apartment. Every time you looked behind your shoulder he would hide. Once you made it into your apartment safely he had an a bush until he saw your light turn off. He climbed into your window to see your sleeping figure. 
“Darling your so adorable when your sleeping.” He places a kiss on your forehead as he takes off the covers. “Your wearing my favorite night dress tonight”. He says while he stokes your face. Peter takes off his belt and unzips his pants taking out his heavy cock. “ my love I’ve been hurting for you let me show you how devoted I am to you!”
Peter grabs a hold of his cock gently rubbing the tip with one hand while stroking that predominantly large vain running down the side of his cock. Slowly moving his hand up and down his hardened shaft. Small whimpers fell from his lips before he bit them as he moaned your name.
Peter stokes himself faster imagining you doing this to him your soft hands touching him as he’s touching you as you both fall into a night of passion. “my love I’m cumming”. He bites on his tongue as he feels the sweet sense of release splashing on to your sleeping figure. Peter looks at you covered with his cum he sighs “Dear I would do anything to be inside you to be one with you.”
There is a pregnant pause as Peter gets an idea. He taps on your cum covered cheek to make sure your asleep. “My love will you do me the honors of being mine and I yours.” He stares down your unresponsive face, a gentle smile is painted. “Glad you feel the same way darling.”
Peter leans down he brushes your hair out of your face with a deep, shaking breath. The sweet smell of your favorite shampoo and natural aroma overtakes his senses and Peter can’t stop himself from gathering more of your hair and pressing it to his face. Your name leaves his lips with a soft breath as he greedily huffs more of your scent in.
“Darling you are very mean sometimes always talking to that co-worker of yours or helping out your deadbeat roommate completely ignoring my presence when I visit you at work.” “ It makes me think like your trying to get me jealous.” He stares lovingly at your sleeping form taking off his clothes one by one except for his jeans. It’s been something he’s been fantasizing for months on end feeling you from the inside.
Peter crawls on top of your bed, lays you flat on your back. He moves between your legs, pressing his hardening cock against the soft mound and resting his chest on yours. You look so pretty up close peter can’t believe it feels like he’s staring at a goddess. Your so intoxicating to him.
Peter takes in a deep breath and groans when his cock throbs against your cunt. Why tease himself any longer? He knows what he wants and what he wants is finally right in front of him. He lifts up your night shirt surprised that you don’t wear a bra to bed he’ll
Peter leans down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth. He moans around the bud as he sucks and bites. He’s always imagined how nice it would be to be able to grope your tits whenever he felt like it, rolling over in the morning or when your at work and being able to press his face between them and suck as he pleases. Peter hollows his cheeks making him bite down harder. Peter imagines you awake your back arching in pleasure as your arms go on his back scarring him from the sheer amount of pleasure he’s causing you. Begging him to not to stop.
His hand dips between your bodies and running along your curves finally ending at the waistband of your panties. The dampness of your slick arousal makes him smirk against your chest. He taps at the growing wet spot with two long fingers and drags them up to rub your clit. Your body responds to his touch, a quick twitch of your leg but it makes his chest feel light with joy. “Don’t worry my love I’ll give you what you want.”
Peter sits back and pulls your panties down your legs, revealing your pussy. He dips his fingers between your folds and coats them with your slick juices. His fingers go into his mouth. He flicks his tongue around them and moans at the taste of you. Peter spreads your legs and watches your hole spasm, before he’s burying his face into your sweet pussy.
His long tongue thrusts inside of you and twists against your insides. A small moan leaves your soft lips and his neglected cock weighs down the elastic in his shorts. He grinds against the bed as he eats your cunt, reveling in the quiet sounds you make and the twitching of your muscles.
Peter blue eyes flutter shut as he feels your walls tighten around his tongue squeezing his tongue tightly. You’re cumming, he knows it. Your sweet slick on his chin drips down on the sheets despite Peter’s efforts to taste every last drop. He presses a small kiss to your clit and pulls away tugging at his jeans and letting his hard cock spring free.
Your entrance is still twitching when he lines his cock against it. The soft flesh gives with hardly any movement from him. You’re so desperate and needy for his cock a purr rises in his chest. Peter presses in slowly with a hiss, moaning when your cunt swallows his cock, and moaning when it squeezes tightly around him
“G-god I love you so much darling your everything I ever imagined”. Peter leans over you and kisses your plush lips. “I’ve been dreaming of this day since the first time I saw you.”
His hips move forward, his thick cock hitting deeper into your pussy until he’s buried to the brim. One thrust of his hips and he’s already moaning against your lips and trying to keep himself from cumming . He pulls gently out until only the tip of his cock can feel the warmth of your insides before slamming back in.
“I love you.” He groans as he humps your resistless cunt into the mattress like a dog in heat. He sucks on your lips, making them swell and bleed with his nibbling and sharp teeth. He can’t stop moaning into your mouth, not when your tight pussy is milking his cock and taking him oh so well.
Your sweet,soft body awakens so many instincts that he’s tried under-locks but your just too tempting. He wants to make you his. He wants other people to stop touching and looking at what’s his. He wants to fuck you and breed you how he wants and whenever he wants.
“You want to wake up feeling full, don’t you wanna be filled with my love darling? You want me to fill you up with my cum.” can feel pleasure bubbling up inside him. His once steady rhythm starts to get sloppy as he’s reaching his climax. His thick cock hammers at your cervix, the tight muscle swallowing his cock back inside you with every thrust. His lips leave yours and bite down on your neck enough to draw a whine out of you. He doesn’t last another second.
Loads of cum squirt out of his cock. Peter humps you slowly and mindlessly, drooling onto your shoulder and trying to keep himself from passing out.
Once he gets out of the euphoric state he looks at the time And notice is that you’re almost going to wake up he softly stands up from the bed looking at your cum covered body.
As he pulls your blanket over you kisses your cheek but not before taking a picture of you. He climbs out the window he glances at you one more time wishing he could be by your side when he wakes up.”
HEY GL! I really love your stories and I want translate it to Spanish, can u allow me? I'll put your respectives credits please! 😳
Bro absolutely yess bestie I feel so honored, I would do it myself but I’m a yo no se kid when it comes to reading a writing Spanish but I can speak it perfectly but yeah dude do it I give you 100% permission
Just the thought of me in my bed alone at night not really asleep but not fully awake either and him coming in and I cuddle him and kiss him than one thing goes to another he's ontop of me as we make out and he slowly thrusts into me is just the hottest fucking thing ever, dosent even need to be sex just me laying ontop of him while we make out would be amazing
You opened the apartment door exhausted from having to work a double shift because someone called out last minute. Today was just not your day from having a customer spill coffee on you then someone left without paying.
You took a quick shower and flopped into your bed. You look at your alarm clock almost midnight. You place the covers over your body as you hear the sound of the window opening.
You turn your head towards the noise as you see a pair of blue hues. You turn on your lamp to reveal Peter. He had a habit of climbing into your window every time you ask him why he just says “I don’t wanna disturb your roommate.”
“Hi Peter.” You greet your eyes lighting up at the sight of him. “Hey darling!” He chirps back he takes a pause and looks at your tired face, Peter walks up to you “long day?” “You wouldn’t imagine” you sigh. Peter grabs your hips gently as he places you on his lap his arms wrapping around you. He kisses you cheek. “I know just how to cheer you up love.”
He pulls you into a kiss. You grab on to his neck making the kiss deeper. Peters fingers snaking through your hair as he gripped it and kissed you harder. A moan slipped from you. Your heart pounding in delight. His free hand massaging your breasts gently but firmly. You wiggled above him as an ache began to develop between your legs. He looked up at you and smiled.
His blue eyes twinkling with a familiar emotion. He dipped his head to gently kiss your lips, then slowly down to your neck. Peter untangled his fingers from your hair. “ lift up your arms for me darling”. You lift your arms as he takes off your shirt and bra. He switches positions with you now with you being beneath him. You hear him whisper “beautiful”.
Peter kiss down your body your breasts as one hand played with your swollen nipple and his other hand slipped to your waist. The other swollen nipple was being teased with his mouth. You gasped and arched your back against him. He sucked a little harder loving the reaction you were giving to him.
He kissed down to your navel, dipping his tongue into it. His two hands on your breasts gently twisting and rolling the swollen nubs in his fingers. His mouth dangerously close to your gushing mound. You clamped your legs together and wiggled against him probably trying to get some kind of relief from his wandering lips. He kissed her your mound, watching up at you to see your face. Your lovely, your swollen lips were parted as you gasped and moaned softly.
Your back was slightly arched as your nipples stood firm with all their glory. His. He was the only person who could elicit this kind of response from you. The unguarded abandon you gifted to him. Your trust turned him on even more. The way you’d part your legs at the simple touch of his finger. The way you molded against him when you made out.
Your nipples massaging his chest as you rubbed against him. The way you gasped and moaned when he wrapped his fingers around your neck. The way you mewed in pleasure around his fingers.
Peter felt his member twitch in reckless abandon when the only thing he wanted was to bury himself deep into your gushing cunt and watch you let go. He dipped his tongue between your soaking wet folds and watched as you stilled against him in anticipation.
Peter slowly pressed his tongue against your overly sensitive clit and pinched your nipples. You arched beautifully and pressed your sex against his tongue, moving up and down as you tried to reach your climax. He chuckled against you and you moaned loudly. He smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist. He moved back towards your navel and your thighs, teasing you ever so lightly.
Peter fixed himself between your legs and held your legs against his shoulders. He pressed his lips against your flesh and suckled. You bucked and shifted under him but he held you fast and steady as he lapped away at your juices, sucking and licking you as you flowed for him.
Only for him. He was so proud of you. He felt you sneak your fingers into his hair, your back arched, his hair tangled in your fingers, fast pants and low moans, eyes closed. He had you right here he wanted you . He stopped and looked up at you.
A small question formed in your eyes and he smiled at you. He stroked himself and watched you as you got up and crawled towards him. He pointed his cock towards your face and you opened your mouth and sucked. He growled lowly as he wrapped his hands into your hair and made you take him deeper into her throat. You had gotten better at this. Your reservations slowly faded away as you sucked and moaned.
He leaned over you and slid his free hand over your back and over your butt, where he slid a finger between and began gently caressing the swollen bud between your legs. A loud moan vibrated around his cock and he moaned as well. So good you were, he loved everything about your body, your responses, your trust.
You were like magic. He pulled his cock away from your mouth, and stuck his fingers into you. You let out a breathy moan and he kissed you hard and fast, as your pussy clamped around his fingers in delight. It felt like you were trying to strangling his fingers with your tightness. He couldn't take it anymore.
Impatient for him to fill you to the brim, you lift your both legs up for him to grab and place onto his shoulders. “Like this please, Peter”. That’s all you have to say for him to grunt okay and push deep into you, knees digging into the mattress. In this position, his cock reaches your cervix without hindrance, his swollen head slamming into your end every thrust he gives.
It’s a different type of ache this time, more targeted at the one sensitive spot inside you. As he continues you thrust into you, bollocks swinging at your ass, a build up of sensitivity gathers at your core.
You feel it approaching, that imminent contortion of your cunt, looming over you, on the brink of toppling your senses.
‘Keep going.’ You whimper, the filthy feeling of his prick hammering so fast into you enough to bring tears to your eyes.
You try to keep them open, watch his long tongue poke out in concentration as he watches your body quiver under his. But the intensity of his fucking is truly too overwhelming that a single droplet leaks out and flow down your temple.
“I’m so close.’ Peter moans, pecking the bone of your ankle. Something ruptures within him, with an even more arduous determination he drives into your walls like a crazed beast. Sole purpose now to reach the climax awaiting him, he spreads your legs open wide before him and rabidly plunges his twitching cock.
your orgasm hits you, one immediately followed by the other. ‘ Peter , I’m-’ You’re a crying thrashing mess beneath him, drool dribbling out of your mouth and teary eyes the ecstatic pleasure obliterating your mind into ruins as your cunt erupts. The string of profanities that leave you sound incoherent to your own hearing.
You won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow, you’re sure of it.
Peter watches you break on his cock, walls tightening impossibly around him. “(Y/n) I’m gonna cum can I cum inside you”. His thrusts start to get sloppy then what they were from the beginning. He starts to pound into and with one final thrust he is shoots his cum in spurts deep inside you.
He pulls himself out a string of cum attached to his tip. He sees you haven’t moved in your original position still dazed out from what just happend. He spreads your puffy lips apart he sees his cum seeping out of you and onto the bed Peter leans down and touches your cheek you snap out of your trance. “amazing Peter thank you for helping me.” You were too tired to finish your sentence.
Peter smiles “take the day off love let’s go on mini vacation.”
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I sent an ask back when this blog first started and I have yet to see it,,, did it not go through?
Which ask was it I have 12 in my drafts maybe it’s one of them? I’m catching up on my drafts rn with the exception of two that I’m posting on October 1st and 2nd to kick off spooky season
Currently thinking about what Peters reaction would be if y/n slept naked
He would be surprised he didn’t think you’d be that type of person. He likes the fact that you sleep naked really likes it now he sleeps naked too because of you. He thinks of it as a sign that you want him as bad just as bad as he wants you.  he would take a lot of pictures, you know for the shrine. He would totally rub his hands all over your body
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So, a bit of an odd ask, but what about a yandere TK and yandere Peter with y/n? (I mean, Peter already is, but can you imagine the sheer power of TK? Bonus points if they both end up with some kind of agreement to love you).
T.K would already have the upper hand 1. Because they gained your trust and you see them as reliable 2. They already formed a bond with you not only as co-workers but as friends outside of work.
Once Peter asks you out to the date to the diner you bet T.K will be miraculously be working that night and they tag along on you “date” much to Peter irritation. T.K would pull you in for a hug when they saw you at your booth making small talk while leaving Peter out of the conversation.
Peter would be fuming at the sight of T.K and how they sat right next to you. T.K would be interrogating Peter in-order to “approve of him”. Peter would try to say something shady about T.K but you would tell Peter not to be mean.
Peter makes Akward small talk as he’s already planning T.K demise. You tell them that you need to get going as it’s getting dark. T.K asks if they can walk you home you say yes. As the two of you exit the dinner and make your way home with Peter not to far behind.
when T.K bids you good night they give you a friendly peck on the cheek. Once T.K makes sure you in your apartment safely he takes his leave. Peter is waiting for him in the bushes right outside. Knife in hand ready to attack. 
As soon as Peter sees T.K out of your apartment he sprints towards them. T.K looks and sees the moving figure. T.K grabs Peter’s arm that has the knife and he grabs the other arm. Peter with the struggling with T.K’s strength let’s go of the knife. T.K pins Peter onto the ground. T.K kicks the knife far away from Peter’s reach
“Why were you trying to stab me with a knife” T.K shouts. Peter looks at them and smiles “ I wasn’t going to stab you just a warning too stay away from my darling”. T.K looks at Peter and says “your darling she didn’t even look at you all night.” “That’s because you ran your mouth the entire time.” Peter says as he over powers T.K and is on top of them. T.K sighs “look if they catch us outside fighting and arguing they won’t talk to us anymore so why don’t we wager. Who ever gets y/n to admit they return their feelings gets to have y/n all to themselves while the other backs off deal”. “Sounds like a deal just remember I won’t hold back.” Peter exclaims 
How would yb react to yn 'cheating' on him? I say 'cheating' as in there not dating yet and yns in a relationship with someone else.
He Will take it as a personal attack he would be so furious not at you but towards the person you “cheated” with. You would find out where the person lives their number just about everything and just try to get them away from you. Your point out the two you aren’t even dating he gets so butt hurt over this like “I value our friendship so much that I don’t want someone toxic to ruin your life.” ( might have cried himself to sleep when he hear you say that) This man would just gradually gaslight you if you ever want to hang out with that person there could only be him and you and that’s it. 
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