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spideymbj fic teaser
"hands on the wall, don't move them until i say so. got it?" peter whispers into mj's ear as he kisses down his neck. using his weight to press into mj. peter takes mj's chin in his hand, forcing him into eye contact.
"say yes."
the struggle of wanting to write the fic and wanting the fic to write itself 😭😭😭😭😭
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The first chapter is done!!!!!!!!!
please give me thoughts, feedback, ideas, all that jazz.
since the masses (like five people) want the spideymbj fic i'll write it! it might take a minute since the semester is ending and i have a lot of work to do but i'll post it here when the first chapter is done and published :)!
saoirse and sergiu ⟡ ݁₊ drabble
sergiu was an observer. there are an endless amount of things you can learn if you sit back, and watch. and that's what he was doing.
sergiu's stare burned onto saoirse's bare body as she roamed around the room. picking up the mess of their escapade. his eyes followed her every movement.
saoirse leaned on the dresser for support, hoping he wouldn't notice how her legs quivered. sergiu chuckled.
"what?" saoirse's eyes narrowed at him,
"your legs are shaking, you grace; i wouldn't want you to injure yourself."
a peachy flush settled across her skin but she decided to ignore him.
'if i give him anything else he won't leave'
saoirse ruffled the fabric of the chemise in her palms and threw it over her head. covering her naked body. the duchess fiddled with her auburn hair, fixing it to a more comfortable position.
"saoirse."
sergiu's voice rumbled through her core. it was smooth like velvet and had the depth of an ocean.
"what sergiu?" saoirse tried to force a commanding tone, even though she was trembling with want.
"help me decide something," he reached for her.
saoirse hesitated, her feet move toward him. her body coveted him.
"i can't tell what i like more. watching you get dressed or undressed."
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