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Momma’s wedding dress + Starlord’s sewing skills

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“Not me, you. You sit down, Mama,” Elspeth ordered, taking the dried flower crown from her mother’s hands before it could be placed upon her own head of dark little curls. That was usually what the little girl wanted- to wear it herself like a game of dress up whenever Gamora brought it out after a little begging.

It was a very precious gift, after all. It was a surprise Groot had made for her years and years ago, and though dried and preserved, the memento would be quite easily damaged if anything were to happen to it.

Gamora tilted her head to the side, more surprised and amused than anything, but she soon followed her daughter’s orders, sitting down on the floor and dipping her head forward so Elspeth could place it easier. She did her best to remain as still as possible, but it was difficult not laughing when she could see Elspeth sticking her tongue out in that concentrated way of hers, placing the ring of flowers so carefully on Gamora’s head like it might disintegrate, then shifting and nudging it until it’s just perfect .

Finally, when the placement was just right, Elspeth beamed at her, looking so proud. “Okay, you can sit up now,” she said, sitting criss cross on the closet floor.

Gamora had already pulled out her wedding outfit and hung it on one of the lower rungs of the closet, so all she had to do was reach for it before the skirt was between them, spilling out and covering both their laps.

“It’s so pretty, Mama,” Elspeth murmured, her voice all quiet and soft.

She liked the skirt the best, just touching it. Petting it, really.

All the layered fabrics, the patchwork nature of it, the hand sewn designs made for a tactile experience, and apparently Elspeth really liked the texture.

…

“How’d you get so good at this?” Elspeth commented, watching her father sew up her dress easily and seamlessly, pulling the needle and thread through the fabric and fixing it just like he promised.

She knew her mother and father had different skills. Momma was better at throwing knives, Daddy was better at cooking with them. Dad had good aim with a blaster, and Momma could beat anyone with a sword. It’s just that dad cooked for the ship an awful lot, so breaking out his sewing skills didn’t happen as often.

Elspeth regularly helped her father with meals as his kitchen helper, but Peter nimbly hand sewing something like he’d been doing it his whole life was more of a rare sight. It didn’t even take him five minutes before he fixed her dress.

“These?” Peter asked with a chuckle, wiggling his fingers at her, “These are my thievin’ fingers.”

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AN: This one really got away from me, and contains infinitely more nature hikes than prompter probably expected! But what can you do?

Write a fic that doesn’t explore starmora parenting styles and their little girl wearing frilly dresses and playing in the mud, digging up squirmy salamanders and very proudly showing her parents what she just caught?

17. “Oh my god, do that again.”

“I ever tell you how good you look like this? Just squirming?” She asks, twisting her hips just so and making him moan.

When really, she tells him that all the time. Especially when they’re doing this sort of activity.

And like okay, he really likes it when she has him lying on his stomach and Amy roughly fucks him into the bed from behind.

But he really likes this too, in an entirely different way. When she takes him this way- when he’s on his back, she’s between his spread legs, moving inside of him. Opening his eyes to see her staring down at him, taking all of him in as she steadily fucks him.

This position makes him feel bare and vulnerable and exposed in all the best possible ways. Bare to her as she buries the strap on inside of him, making him cry out in pleasure, back arching off the bed as he begs her for more.

_______

Then Amy loses her rhythm for a second, her hips stuttering, and a sharp jerk forward has Jake making a sound she’s certainly never heard him make before.

She honestly can’t tell if that felt really good or really uncomfortable.

That’s answered for her when Jake writhes on the cock inside of him, pushing back and trying to impale himself on her even further, weakly panting, “Oh my god, do that again.”

Amy raises her eyebrow for a moment. Really good then.

She gives him another experimental thrust, trying for the same place, same force, same speed. Jake actually whimpers, lips falling open in ecstasy. And okay, she knows that sound.

It was one of her favorite sounds to get from him.

As she builds up speed, his noises get needier, more desperate.

She doesn’t know if he can get any hotter than this. Eyebrows pulled together, face slack in pleasure, the flush creeping all the way down his neck, and those fucking noises. Those noises will be the death of her.

“Touch yourself,” she orders, grabbing onto his hips with both hands, going even faster and harder, pounding into him.

Jake whines, already overwhelmed by what she was doing, could barely process what she said, but then he wraps his shaking fingers around his cock, whimpering with every breath he takes.

“Pl-please,” he begs, nothing more than that. But she knows exactly what he’s asking for. More.

So she gives it to him.

It doesn’t take long. Of Amy thrusting inside of him, feeling so good, making him gasp and moan and whine and keen every time she hits that spot inside of him, making him cry out. Never mind that he’s so hard he can barely think right now. But even his hand on himself is weak, stroking himself, but just barely, too caught up in what he’s feeling to do anything more.

It’s not long before he comes, a panting mess. She strokes his side as he comes down, gasping. He was always so good for her. She liked making him feel good too. Her fingers go to brush the fringe of sweaty hair at his forehead. He’s still gasping, eyes still closed, but he presses into the palm of her hand, and she knows what that means. She smiles down at him. He really was a sight. Just beautiful.

I have a TON of fics currently in my b99 WIP documents folder, it's getting them completed that's another matter.

I have the first chapter written for an 11 chapter space ark AU, but I've been holding back on posting it because I finished chapter one months ago, and still haven't finished chapter two, so I wanna at least get another one written before I make people wait on updates.

I've got got quite a few smutty fics that are like half way done, some snuggle fics that I totally need to finish, and quite a lot of AUs that I've been working on in the background for ages (pornstar au- shout out to @jakewithglasses for talking it up with me, a glass blower au that I'm real excited about, some angel/demon headcannons that I want to turn into a full blown fic- and don't ask me why, I've been on a bit of a mermaid kick lately so if I can figure out a way to insert mermaids or ooo a siren Jake into a peraltiago fic I will be right on that)

My probably most near complete-ish ones are a two smut fics belovedly titled "flapper girl" and "aliases"(the second one featuring an appearance of everybody's favorite lady's man rex copenhagen), and I've also got a lot down for a high school au fic called "keeping up the rivalry" with Jake and Amy as track team captains.

Oh, and I am participating in the b99 fic exchange, so I will have at least one new b99 fic up by the end of this month.

Sometimes as I'm working on this stuff I've been working on forever it can seem like I just run out of steam, you know? But then somebody super sweet will come along and get me invigorated working on my fics again :)

Thank you for the ask! I hope to have more than one fic up by the end of July, if all goes according to plan

Oh, not at all! It’s not a picture of anything in the sense that it’s something to be recognized.

When I was in high school I had one of those cheap pay as you go cell phones (not a smart phone, no apps, nothing) so what I would do a lot to entertain myself was use the in phone editor to edit pictures I took, though it was really only capable of making those basic adjustments and a handful of filters.

Anyways, what I would do is circle through and apply the same few effects on a photo until it started looking really cool.

The ones I remember using most often were sharpen, blur, and solarize was one of my favorites.

Anyways, when you’re using a crappy cell phone and sharpen the same picture four times, blur it once, sharpen it again, blur it two times more, and sharpen it a few times more (along with one or two other things thrown in if I felt like it) it starts looking really cool, because you could only sharpen a picture you took on it once before it started getting pixelated, so when you sharpen it over and over and over, everything about it gets all wonky in the coolest ways.

Anyways, it was a picture of my friends face before I screwed with it until it came out looking really cool.

This is what I’m talking about by sharpening a photo over and over until what I liked to think of as the seams start showing, and that’s where the fun begins.

After you get that sharp, and then blur it, the psychedelic screen-looking rainbow-ness can blur into something like this

(There may have been some extra blurs and sharpens between those two, I made these all years ago, and it was never an exact process)

All of these came from the same original photo, btw

And if you’re still struggling to see how that used to be a face, here is a very blurred version of that photo

And lastly, there is my icon.

So no, it’s not dumb of you at all to have no idea what the heck you’re looking at when it comes to my icon. It’s not especially significant, and it doesn’t have any deeper meaning other than I just thought it looked really cool.

Dude, same!

Like, I miss me writing b99 stuff too. It was so much easier back when peraltiago was my only fixation when it came to fandom. Also, I think I’m like two whole seasons behind now.

I don’t think I’ll get a chance to catch up on it til winter break in December, but when I do I have a feeling I’ll be writing for it a bit more again whenever it’s more recent in my mind on a daily life sort of scale.

And not at all- this message was really sweet, and I’m so glad you sent it! Thank you very much! It really means a lot.