♡peachy♡

• I write/draw for pretty much whatever fandom im in, so ask if you're curious cuz chances are i'll be in it

• I typically write a gender neutral reader, leaning afab for smut, but im open to amab happily

• Idrk of any limits for what I write, if its a topic I wont get into, I'll just let you know when you ask

• im not against taking commissions for any kind of art, would genuinely charge like 2 dollars if any

Anyways, stay freaked out in the mind, and kind in the heart.

You ask, the pitter patter of the rain against the window filled the silence that followed your words. He looked away, ears turning pink as it was clear embarrassment crept up on him.

"Hey, easy...i didn't mean it like that. I was just...surprised is all."

You say, reaching for him as his bed creaked under the both of you.

"Its a s-stupid idea...never mind."

He said, curling into himself. He only got a few moments like that until your hands slid to his face, fingers gentle against the scarred skin.

"Don't be like that, I didn't say no, did I?"

"...you'll—tic—do it?"

You simply look down at him, smiling as you reach for the bottle of liquor you both had just started into. Something cheap, something nasty, something that will get both of you just the right amount of drunk.

You bring the bottle to your lips, taking a mouthful as you keep it in your cheeks. The taste bitter, snappy, angry almost as your other hand slid up to cup his jaw. His eyes stared up at you as you stood up on your knees, straddling him on the bed. His pupils blown wide as he opened his mouth without a fight. He watched as you leaned down, close enough to smell him as you spit the poorly flavored drink into his mouth.

He craned his head back, pushing closer to catch every drop in his mouth. He quickly swallowed without hesitation, tasting the burn mixed with your saliva as the flavor became something unique. Something that made his entire body fuzzy.

"Well? How was-mphm.."

Your words were cut off as he leaned forward, kissing you roughly. His tongue slipping between your lips, tasting the familiar drink. Your hand gripped the bottle, careful not to spill it as you threaded your fingers through his hair and tugged his head back. You caught your breath as he stared at you with a pitiful, desperate look.

"C-come on...please?"

He said, trying to sound authoritative, yet the whine that slipped into his tone said otherwise. His hands firm on your waist, pleading for your lips on his again.

"So needy..."

You mutter, sitting the bottle back on the nightstand before leaning down to kiss him. Your hands in his hair as you both makeout like animals. He leans, trying to roll you over onto your back, yet unfortunately, he ran out of bed. The two of you fall to the floor with a thud. Groans echo out before eventually, laughter follows.

"Real smooth."

"Shut up."

This came to me like Devine light.

Anyways, something small to hold yall over i SWEAR the fics are coming, the tim one is in the works! They're gonna be pretty long, spoiling you freaks.

Uhhhh

Mating press breeding kink tim wright fic

Or

Eater toby rodgers with rutting/early orgasm fic

"Dont tell me you're ticklish?"

You joke, making him let out a breathy chuckle as he watched your fingers now.

"No, I-I just like having you—tic—touch me. You feel r-real that way. Like you're actually here...not just smoke i-i-in my fingers."

He says in that soft tone that he only had with you. His heart thumping in his chest so hard he thought it might escape. Even now, after all this time, he still gets so flustered around you. He cant help it, you're just too perfect to him.

"I suppose it is true that smoke can't do this..."

You say, fingers sliding down his abdomen as they dip teasingly into his waistband. His breath hitches as his hips buck up under you out of instinct. You giggle as he groans, fingers digging into your thighs.

"Asshat."

"Don't act like you dont like it."

"I like it m-more than i—click click—should, and it's a-all your fault."

He says, hands sliding up your sides until he reaches your shoulders, pulling you down into a kiss. Kisses with him were the best. Sloppy, uncoordinated, passionate. He kissed you like he was trying to steal the very air from your lungs.

"Mm, how awful of me."

"So awful."

-a loving moot

He said, laid out in the bed with you draped over his side. Your hands resting on the warm expanse of his chest, soft curls under your fingers.

"But you smoke them?"

"Its different."

He said, taking another drag from the cigarette between his fingers as he cocked his head to the side before letting the smoke curl out from his lips. He shouldn't be smoking inside, he knows that, but damn if you didnt make the idea so appealing. Having you smelling like his cheap cologne and cigarettes while you're curled up at his side? A dream come true, honestly.

NSFW (as if its not obvious)

"Come on...it's oki, mmm, you can take it. Just a bit more, baby..."

A common sentence you'll hear from evan when hes face deep between your thighs, a mess on his mouth that's trickling down to his jaw. Speaking of his jaw, you think it gets tired? Thats cute. Somehow, he has disgustingly good jaw muscles, meaning he'll have you crying and gripping his hair like your life depends on it.