I cant even listen to my favorite song because you like it. I cant enjoy my favorite shake bc for some reason my brain swears it tastes like you. Every time I drink I think of what you did and I hate it.
But I dont hate you and that makes me so fucking mad. I shower multiple times a day just to try and scrub the feeling of your hands off me and I cant. You won't come off, you make me feel so dirty.
I can't stop crying when I think of you and it just makes me feel so so pathetic.
Genuinely using this as a diary entry bc I have no one else to tell.
I fucking hate my birthday, im never celebrating it again. Why did he have to do that? Why did I freeze? Give in? Say yes? I didn't mean any of it. I was fucking drunk, I even tried getting away, I SAID no once. Why didn't I try harder? I can still feel his hands on my body bro, the way he forced himself onto me, kissed me, i didn't want that. Not on my birthday, not with my first kiss.
Hey! I’m so happy you’re taking requests! The prompt I’m thinking of is, Peter said he loved seeing his sisters putting make up on and he also said he loved making people happy. So I’m imagining girlfriend!reader testing the quality and duration of her new lipsticks by kissing him to check if they transfer and he is just there relaxed and enjoying every minute of being her lipstick tester, giving his two cents about the cosmetics and thinking he is so lucky to have her 😍
Your Kiss
dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more Peter Steele masterlist
Peter Steele x f!reader
Peter gives you money for a makeup shopping spree, and you test out the durability of your new lipsticks by kissing him all over😼
No use of y/n, no physical description of the reader but she's really feminine, also she giggles a lot idk what happened, light smut (it’s pretty much fade to black, this ask was just so cute and sweet i kinda just wanted to keep the vibes like that) heavy fluff, sickeningly cute, ~1.3k words
He's watching an old movie with the cat curled up in his lap and when you get home, she jumps off and comes to greet you.
"Hi baby." You greet Peter sweetly as you close the door and give her a few pets.
He gets up and walks over to you. He barely has to take any steps before he's right front of you, gathering you in his arms.
"Hey sweetheart." He murmurs into your hair and kisses the side of your head.
You giggle and press your face into his muscular chest.
"You have fun shopping?" He asks, pulling away.
"Mmhm!" You bite your bottom lip as you smile up at him. You love how tall he is.
"Yeah?" His arms are still around you, "How much money did you spend?"
Your smile grows wider,
"All of it." You say in a sing-song voice.
"Good girl," he smirks a little, "C'mon." He gets behind you and guides you to your bedroom. You try to hide how flustered he just made you with his little comment, but he already knows you are, that’s why he said it.
Peter loved to buy you stuff; clothes, makeup, trips to the hair or nail salon. However, his favorite thing to buy you was lingerie.
He liked it even better when you took him along with you on those errands, holding something up and asking shyly if he liked it. He loved the anticipation of waiting outside as you tried everything on, and leaving still not knowing what you looked like in the sexy little lace sets he’d bought you.
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He lies in bed and you giggle as you settle in close to him, tucking your legs under you.
"Thank you Peter." You lean down and kiss him on the cheek. He waves you off like it was nothing.
"What'd you get?" He asks.
"I got eyeshadow and some new blush but I mostly got lipstick."
"Lipstick?" His eyes travel down your body and he runs his finger up and down your arm. His eyes flit up to yours, his gaze turning a little hungry.
"Yeah..." You say, teasingly.
"Have you tried any of them yet?"
You break into a grin,
"No." You say in the same tone, "They're from different brands too. I don't know which ones are better."
"Which ones you like better?"
"Well yeah, but also how long they last." You smirk and lean over him, "Like how much I can kiss you before it all rubs off."
"Really?" He looks down at your lips as he tucks your hair behind your ear, "Maybe you need to test them out."
You giggle and hide your face in his chest for a second, then kiss him before jumping up off the bed excitedly.
Your little vanity set up is on the opposite wall and he can see you in the mirror as you dump out all the makeup you bought. You grab the lipsticks and your little handheld mirror before you get back in bed and scooch up next to him again.
His hand finds its way under your skirt, resting on your thigh, and you feel his thumb tracing circles on your skin. He watches with a small smile as you apply the first tube; a bright red.
You kiss him on the lips first, then all over his cheeks and forehead. You can't stop giggling as you kiss down his jaw. You lean back and look at your handy work. His face is covered in your kisses, they're not super noticeable though, and they fade quickly.
"Hmm interesting." You say, "I think I need to collect more data though."
He huffs out a laugh,
"Well I'm happy to be of service to you."
You kiss him and his hand squeezes your upper thigh, almost encompassing it. You let out a soft moan and he slips his tongue into your mouth.
You move so you're more on top of him, still making out. His hand moves further until he's grabbing your ass. Then he's pulling you closer to him and moving you so that you're straddling him, all while not breaking the kiss.
He moans as you bite his lip and he reaches over your ass down to rub you through your panties, his fingers reaching all the way past your clit; the feeling making you grind against his hand. He starts moving one of his fingers under the side of your panties when you sit up suddenly.
"Peter! We're getting distracted!"
"Well, you're very distracting."
Your face warms and you give him a little smile as you lean down to kiss him softly.
"I know I am, but maybe if you're good we can keep going after I'm all done testing these."
"Oh I'll be good." He smirks.
You sit back up and reach for your mirror and the next lipstick to try.
"Mmm that one's nice." He murmurs before you lean down and leave kisses all over his face and down his neck.
"I think I'm running out of room." You say slyly and he grins before sitting up to pull off his shirt.
He lies back down with an arm behind his head, relaxing into the pillows as you try out each one, kissing him softly all over his collarbones and chest. His other hand rests on your back gently, sometimes stroking the back of your head.
He admires you as you carefully apply your lipstick. He loves watching you do your makeup, seeing you all focused on your little ritual. He runs his hands up your thighs so that they're under your skirt again.
You lean down and slowly press kisses down his neck,
"Mmm" He lets out a gravelly sigh that makes your pussy throb.
You move further down his chest, leaving more and more kisses all over his pecs. When you're onto the last tube of lipstick, you move further down his body; kissing along his stomach and down near his waistband, making him moan.
When you move back up over him you can't help but smile. He looks so relaxed, his eyes are heavy-lidded and his raven hair is spread out on the pillow as he looks up at you.
You get an idea and get up, grabbing your polaroid camera before you settle back on top of him.
"What're you up to?" His voice is lazy.
"Nothing," You say with mock innocence as you raise up the camera.
He rolls his eyes and facepalms.
"Peter c'mon." You whine and move his hand, "Just one picture."
"For you, anything." He gives you a lazy half smile.
"That's more like it." You quip and snap a picture, having to rise up a bit to get more of him in the frame.
You set it on the bedside table to develop before leaning down to kiss him again. His hands go up to rest on your arched back, cradling you in his big arms.
"Was I good?" He murmurs against your lips when you pull away slightly.
You let out a little laugh,
"Very good." You bite his earlobe lightly, "I think you deserve a reward for it."
His hand cradles the back of your head as you move down, kissing his body and undoing his jeans.
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After taking him in your mouth- with some difficulty- you cuddle in bed together. Peter's sleepy and sated, still covered in your kiss marks. You kiss him occasionally and run your fingers through his hair.
He ends up falling asleep and you smile at how peaceful he looks. You'll have to wake him up so he can scrub it all off, but you’ll let him sleep a little while longer.
Then you remember the polaroid and grab it, you feel yourself flush as you stare at him in the picture. It came out perfect, he looks so sexy covered in your kisses.
You get up and stick the picture into the frame of your mirror so you can see it everyday.
Such a cute request! I loved this so fucking much. Also I think visually this is one of my cuntiest fics so good job
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