a really nice neck


i missed digital art so much gfhgdjfnjhfd

i want to do another my cousin my cousin and me so bad haha but i don’t have the time rn.. please take these doodles instead


“Uhm, Harry?” Draco eyed his roommate suspiciously. He shifted nervously in his desk chair as Harry’s intense green eyes seemed to graze over him. The man had a weird look on his face and Draco did not like it.

“Yes Draco?” Harry replied, stepping out of the doorframe into their shared dorm.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Draco pushed his chair backwards until it collided with his desk. Then, when Harry showed no sign of slowing down he got up and stepped away, so he now almost had his back pressed against the wall behind him. He knew he was acting ridiculous, but so was Harry. If he didn’t know any better the green eyes coming towards him were filled with… with…

Lust was the wrong word, but it was definitely some sort of desire. And curiosity. And determination. And some form of fondness Draco could not place at all.

A combination scary enough to make him do one more step backwards. His heels hit the wall.

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Summary: The Reader likes Bucky’s freckles a whole lot. 

Pairing: Bucky X Reader Fluuufffff 

Word Count: 703

A/N: I’d love to know what y’all think! Thanks for reading <3 

A gasp suddenly leaves Y/N’s mouth as she sits back.

“What?” Bucky asks thickly, voice laced with sleep. He’s lying down in bed, Y/N straddling his hips. A little bit of annoyance slips into his voice when she doesn’t say anything and instead just keeps ogling him, staring down at his chest. “Y/N? What is it?”

Y/N is drunk. Usually she was finicky about touch but when she drank all she wanted to do was get her hands on people. And Bucky would be damned if he let that be anyone but himself. She’s his, just as much as he’s hers.

On principle however he refused to sleep with her while she was in this state, no matter how hard she tried to get him to, which led them to the situation they were in now. If he’s honest he loves it. He likes it when she wants to touch him and be touched, craved her skin against his own.

A drink too many at a gala had led them here, and Bucky is starting to get annoyed because he had been forced to go to the gala when he had just gotten home from a grueling mission. But Y/N begged and he went.

She had been leaning over him, inspecting a cut on his neck when she suddenly gasped. Y/N’s fingers rake over his chest as she whispers, “You have freckles.” There’s such awe in her voice that he has to laugh.

Leaning forward she starts to press her lips over the little marks. “You knew that, doll.”

“No, I didn’t,” she disagrees. And Bucky has to admit that drunk Y/N probably didn’t know. “You’re so pretty. It’s not fair.”

“You’re beautiful, doll,” he murmurs to her.

She wiggles her hips a little against his as she cranes her head to lick over another freckle. “No, not as pretty as you, never.”

All he can do is chuckle, annoyance quickly dissipating. Y/N suddenly pouts, sitting back again, “’is not fair.”

“What isn’t?”

She whines and shifts again, “That you’re so handsome and you won’t let me-,”

A quick shake of his head makes her stop, “No. Y/N. No, I won’t do that to you.”

“Do what?” She asks innocently.

“Have sex with you drunk.”

A frown etches over her features. “You aren’t drunk.”

“But you are.” He rolls over so they’re on their sides, face to face. “And so we can’t.”

She sulks and goes back to kissing his neck and chest, this time with a lot less fervor. “I hate you.”

Something inside him cracks at those words on her lips. She doesn’t mean it, Bucky knows she doesn’t but he still circles his arms around her and presses his mouth to the crown of her head. “Don’t say that, babydoll. Fuck, please don’t say that. My heart can’t handle it.”

“Why not?” She grouses. “It’s true.” His heart sinks a little lower. But her fingers are still tracing over the freckles on his chest, lovingly soft. “Hate your stupid muscles and your stupid face. And your stupid arm. And your stupid, stupid, stupid freckles.” Y/N draws her nose back and forth over the stubble on his neck. “I just really like them. They’re nice. Like little stars.”

Relief floods him. “Okay, baby.”

“Will you have sex with me tomorrow?”

He seriously doubts she’ll want to with the hangover she’s bound to have in the morning. But he humors her and laughs as he says, “’Course doll. So long as you’re sober all you gotta do is ask.”



“I lied. I don’t hate you. I love you and I think you’re very beautiful.”

He chuckles weakly. “Thanks sweetheart.”

Her eyes are starting to droop closed, “I love your freckles.”

“I love you.”

Bucky waits for her to say it back, holding his breath as he does. “Love you too.” Y/N’s eyes are closed now. “’m cold.”

“You’re needy.”

Still he rolls over again and pulls her onto his chest, throwing the blanket over both of them with his other hand. “Better?”


“Goodnight, Y/N.”

He smiles with amusement into his wife’s hair as she sighs, “Goodnight, freckles.”

Lovely Lovely Man

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Prompt: 59
“I’m a little embarrassed to admit how much power you actually hold over me.”

“I’m never helping you home ever again.” You huffed as you dragged the drunken mass of a man named Gaston through the empty town square late in the evening.

“You said that the last time.” Gaston slurred as he leaned more heavily into your side, making your job of escorting him home all the more difficult.

You grunted as the sudden increase in weight caused your balance to topple a little. Luckily you managed to catch your footing before the both of you crashed on the unforgiving cobblestone.

“Look, I’m gonna need you to ease up here,” You said as you tried to push him off you so you weren’t carrying all of his weight. “You’re three times my size and I’m going to need a little cooperation.”

Still in a daze, Gaston leaned his head down so your foreheads touched before he burried his face into your neck. “You’re hair smells really nice.” His voice was muffled and hard to understand with his slur but you got the point.

You sighed heavily as you stopped your movements and looked down at him. Had it not been for the fact you had been dragging him by the arm for the past twenty minutes and still had a good way to go, you would have found his behavior endearing or even amusing.

But now it was just annoying, you repositioned your arm around him and pulling him away from you with the best of your ability. “Come on, It’s high time we got you home.”

The two of you trudged along, Gaston had since stopped talking but you could faintly hear him humming the song he was singing in the tavern with the other townspeople but at least he was somewhat walking on his own.

You rounded the corner and walked up to the steps that lead to his front door before you stopped and had him lean against the railing. “Where is your key?”

Gaston ran his hands down the red leather of his coat and patted at the two outside pockets before he shrugged. “Dunno.”

You sighed and pulled at the one lapel of his coat and dug into the pocket that was sewn into the inside.

Gaston let out a rather high pitched giggle and wrapped his hands around your waist to hold you closer. “At least wait till we’re inside, darling.”

You quickly fished the key from his pocket and wacked at his hand before you removed yourself from his grasp.

“You’re lucky you’re drunk,” You mumbled as you sat him down on the last step. “Stay here until I get the door.” You said as you pointed your index finger a few inches from his nose.

Gaston nodded lazily and moved his head foward to bop his own nose against your finger before he slumped against the railing.

“Next time I see Lefou, I’ll strangle him.” You muttered as you ascended up the steps and unlocked the door, opening it the entire way to avoid as little malfunctions as you could manage.

Taking the time to light a few candles so you had some source of light before attempting to drag him through the maze of furniture in his living room.

Gaston was still slumped where you left him whenever you made your way outside again. “Up we go,” You heaved as you dragged his body yo from the ground. “Let’s get you inside.”

He was much more quiet as the two of you crossed the threshold. You were fairly certain Gaston was falling asleep where he stood because all of a sudden the weight became too much and you had to drop him on the couch so you could recollect your strength.

“What am I going to do with you?” You said with exasperation as you looked down at, hearing him start to giggle again and this time drawing a laugh from yourself. “Hey, I’m trying my best.”

Gaston continued to chuckle as he stood up on his own, pinching your cheek lightly as he passed you. “I know, dear.”

You walked ahead and pulled open his door, making sure he didn’t harm himself on the way to his bed. Gaston fumbled with getting his getting his coat off, and had an even harder time undoing the buttons of his waistcoat until eventually asking for your assistantance.

His eyes followed your movements as you undid the little brass buttons and helped him remove the fabric from his shoulder so he could rest in comfort. You even went the step further and helped him climb into the covers and making sure he was warm.

You sat down on the edge and sighed as you patted his chest. “See? We finally made it,” You told him with a smile. “Here sit up.” You advised as your started untying the ribbon from his hair and setting it on the bedside table.

“Comfy?” You asked him as he shook out his hair and finally let his head fall back into the pillow with a sigh of content.

You brushed back a rogue strand of dark hair from his eyes, and seizing the opportunity, Gaston grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

“You know, it’s a little embarrassing to admit how much power you hold over me.” He mumbled against your hand as his eyes fell shut.

The small tingle his breathing left against your skin made you laugh a little. “Oh you’re not going to remember a word of this tomorrow,” You said with a sigh as he started to drift in and out of sleep. “And then you’ll come complaining to me about your hangover.”

“You know me too well.” He said quietly as his hand let go of yours. “I might as well marry you.”

You laughed and shook your head at him. “We can talk about marriage tomorrow when you can tell me what day it is.”

“Do I detect a promise?” Gaston asked, though the end of his sentence and drifted off as he finally fell asleep.

You gave him a lopsided smiled before you leaned over and blew out the candle to let him get some well deserved sleep.

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i thought that haikyuu characters had the longest necks ever, but now that i’m watching ballroom e youkoso i’m reconsidering lmao

anonymous asked:

Could you write a dry humping scenario for the hip pop unit. Your bloggg is the bomb. Your so amazing! Saranghe <3 and thanks


“Have I yet said that I love you?” Seungcheol asked between your sloppy kisses, his hands in the back pockets of your jeans as you lay on top of him on the couch, your legs spread and hands resting on his chest.

“Not today,” you mumbled him an answer, slowly sliding one of your hands to his warm neck and up to his jaw. “But I love you too.”

He smiled into your kiss, his hands grabbing your ass through the fabric of your jeans and pushing you against himself, sighing quietly as your crotch pressed against his. You grinned and ground down against him as well, nibbling at his lower lip when you started feeling him get harder.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Seungcheol asked, his voice low as he ended your kiss and pressed an open-mouthed kiss on your jawbone instead, bucking his hips up to let you feel how you were making him feel. Moaning quietly and feeling the effects on yourself, too, you then chuckled.

“Continuing what you started,” you replied and got up, standing on your knees with Seungcheol’s hips between them. His hands were now on your hips and he looked into your eyes with his own filled with lust. He took his lower lip between his teeth as he waited for you to proceed.

With a smirk slowly taking over your face, you lowered your crotch onto his, pursing your lips at the moan Seungcheol let out, trying to keep quiet yourself. “Yes, baby.”

You started moving your hips back and forth with the pressure increasing the more your clit was rubbed by your clothes as a result of pushing against his clothed, now fully hard cock.

“Come on, let me hear you,” Seungcheol said before grunting as he bucked his hips up while pushing you down on him simultaneously. You finally let out the moans that you had been holding back, the wetness in your panties getting painfully obvious to you. Seungcheol shut his eyes as he focused on the beautiful sounds you were producing and the way you felt against him even through all the denim between you - or exactly because of it all.

From the way his hands tightened on your hips and his breathing got more rugged, you knew he was getting close to his release. Knowing this, you leant back down again, latching your lips onto his neck, nibbling and sucking on the skin while you kept moving your clothed sex against him, now focusing on the upper part of his length.

With a moan and a quiet curse word, Seungcheol came in his pants, his mouth hanging open as he rode through the orgasm with you still moving on top of him at a slow pace.

“Shit, stop,” he gasped, causing you to chuckle a little. You moved to sit upright on his thighs and stroked his arms sensually, looking down at him with a small pout.

“I didn’t come yet,” you said with a whine, and Seungcheol’s face lit up in a matter of milliseconds.


You were too immersed in the video game you were playing to notice Wonwoo’s presence until he crawled to lie on top of your back, his lips brushing the back of your neck and his hands giving him support next to your arms. Losing your focus on the game, you sighed heavily and put the controller away, knowing you had already lost the mission at hand.

“Thanks a lot,” you groaned and shifted underneath him, Wonwoo’s sudden moan making you freeze immediately. Your ears burned as you began feeling him harden against your ass, the thin sweatpants you were both wearing hardly making it any less noticeable.

“Y/N,” Wonwoo said to your ear with a thick, slightly desperate voice, and swallowed hard before slowly moving on top of you, grinding his bulge against you. He held a grunt in and stopped as you remained still. “Can I..?”

You licked your lips and turned your head sideways, resting your cheek on the bed you were lying on. “Let’s turn around.”

Wonwoo complied without a single word, and soon you were straddling him, your hands resting on his chest and his hands placed steadily on your waist. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he took in the way you looked from the angle.

“You must’ve been really needy to get hard this fast, Wonwoo,” you spoke with a calm voice and sat down on his bulge, moving against it with a smirk on your lips while Wonwoo moaned. “You like that?”

All he could reply with was a nod and yet another moan, his cock growing hard at a quick speed with your movements and your words. His hands moved from your waist to your hips and he held them tightly, bucking up into you involuntarily. “Oh, yes.”

You gasped at the feeling of him grinding against you, as you were painfully turned on as well, a small wet spot forming on your thin sweatpants little by little. You picked up your pace, pushing a bit harder down onto him and getting as much friction on your clit as possible, which soon turned your gasps into moans.

“Are you close?” Wonwoo asked, his hips now moving a bit more sharply against yours. You nodded and bit your lip, trying to keep more quiet to fully enjoy each and every sound that Wonwoo was making. “Good, I am too– ah, fuck.”

His movements came to an end suddenly, and upon realizing that he had just come, his facial features contorting in the most beautiful way, you were thrown over the edge as well. You lay down on top of Wonwoo while panting heavily, kissing him before shooting him a glare, although it was a playful one. “You better make up for the game you made me lose.”

Wonwoo’s lips spread into a wide smile that revealed his teeth and made his nose crinkle a little. “Of course.”


Mingyu held you close to his chest and showered the back of your head and neck with kisses, a happy smile on his face as you giggled.

“Focus on the movie,” you said with a playful tone and moved to sit closer to his crotch, which made him tense up, the smile disappearing in an instant. You swayed from side to side, your lower back rubbing against him.

How was he supposed to focus on the movie when your every movement would brush against his length, especially when he knew that the only thing you were wearing other than the bra and his shirt, were your panties?

“Uh, Y/N,” Mingyu said quietly as he felt himself growing hard, and cursed in his mind. There went the cute and romantic movie night. You stiffened against him when the erection became obvious, poking against you in the way it often did in the morning and occasionally in the afternoon after a good nap. There was no doubt.

With a smirk, you swayed some more before turning around and straddling Mingyu on the bed, his back resting against the wall. You placed your hands on his shoulders and leaned down to place a kiss on his ear. “Now, I have an idea.”

“I’m all ears,” Mingyu replied, his breath hitching in his throat when you pushed your sex against his bulge.

“Do me like you would if there were no clothes on,” you whispered to his ear, dragging his earlobe between your teeth afterwards. Mingyu groaned at your words and placed his hands on your ass, as he loved to do, and bucked his hips up while pulling you close to him.

Hugging his head close to your chest and tugging his hair a little, you let out a high-pitched moan. “Yeah, just like that.”

Mingyu grunted and continued thrusting up while pushing you down, his clothed cock rubbing nicely against your heat that was only covered by your panties that were getting wetter with each movement.

“Mingyu,” you muttered, angling your hips so that his length was rubbing your clit, which nearly made you mewl. He kept your hips that way and thrust up faster, now desperate for his release, especially with you such a mess on his lap.

“Let it go, baby,” Mingyu choked before grunting as he came, his head falling back against the wall and his hands squeezing your ass while his hips kept bucking up against you.

“You didn’t give me enough time,” you groaned and continued moving against him. Only, he was quick to move one of his hands from your ass to your front, easily pushing your panties aside and slipping his fingers between your wet folds.


Woken up by the stiffness rubbing against your lower back, you opened your eyes slowly, becoming more and more aware of what was going on the more obvious it became that the rubbing was intentional. Vernon’s hand was on your hip, trying not to squeeze too tightly, as he grinded against your lower back with quiet sighs leaving his lips.

“Vernon?” you asked, trying to disguise your own arousal underneath a confused tone. He halted his movements, and you turned around with a silent groan, meeting his widened eyes. You raised your eyebrow. “Did you seriously expect me to sleep through that?”

“Not really..?” he asked, flashing you a grin afterwards and pulling you a closer by your hips, your panty-covered heat meeting his bulge, hidden underneath his boxers. “You being awake makes it a lot more fun.”

You bit your lip and locked your eyes with his as he turned you to lie on your back and got on top of you, pushing his hips against yours and groaning at the friction. You moaned quietly and bucked your hips against his, deliberately ignoring the way you could feel your panties getting wetter by the minute.

“I had a really nice dream,” Vernon mumbled while kissing your neck, his bulge pressing into your pussy as he moved his hips up and down in controlled movements, rolling them every now and then. “You were wearing that one lingerie of yours with your hands ti–”

“Vernon,” you said forcefully, teeth clenched as you pulled him into a kiss, frustrated with the way his words were affecting you - your panties were soaked, and the close proximity of his length hardly made it any better. Chuckling lowly, Vernon continued pushing against you, his breathing growing heavier and more erratic as he got closer to his peak.

Teasing his tongue with yours, you pushed against him as well, desperate to reach your own climax and knowing how close he was to his. As he finally gasped and the wet spot on his boxers got bigger, you continued moving your lower region against his clothed member, coming with a pleased moan into your own panties a moment later.

Vernon moved back to lie down by your side, his arm resting on your stomach as he caught his breath. Leaning up to kiss your jaw, he then spoke: “Shower?”

“Sounds good.”

- Kay

I hope you enjoyed!

anonymous asked:

Omg could you write a prompt about the snow ball??? Like maybe after the kiss? Or maybe just all the kids hanging out together b/c it feel like it would be magical lol

Eleven notices after her third perfect dance with Mike that Dustin is dancing with Nancy.

She also notices that his eyes are red.

Eleven frowns and looks down at her feet. Something is wrong. She’s spent a long time dreaming of the Snow Ball and it being perfect. And it is. Mike is sure and steady, they are figuring out dancing, they’ve kissed. But Dustin’s eyes are red and she can hear girls laughing across the room. She looks up at Mike whose watching her curiously.

“I know you don’t dance with your sister at Snow Ball,” she says, “but those girls are laughing at Dustin. We have to switch.”

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City Lights  (Peter Parker x young!reader)

Good morning my loves and Happy Saturday! I hope today brings fun memories and good laughs and of course, good fanfiction. I have so many requests at the moment and until I get them all done, I’m going to close requests. If you send one in, I won’t answer till I get the rest of these finished. It’s not that I don’t want to do it (I love getting your guys’ requests actually, they make my days interesting), I just don’t want to make you wait forever. I’ll make a post about when I open for requests again! Check out my other imagines and my just finished series featuring Bucky, “Battered and Bruised”! I love you all so much, and have a wonderful day. xoxo

Request:  Young!avenger x Peter Parker?

Description: Peter takes you on a tour of New York as a date and shows you all his favorite places. At the end of the night, he shows you the best view of the city in the most unconventional way. 

Warnings: None. Just fluff. 


“What do you mean by you’ve never been to New York?” Peter was gaping at you. “You mean to tell me that you’ve been living here, but you haven’t actually visited the city?” He was waving his arms around as he talked. 

You laughed at his reaction and gave him an awkward smile. It was true, you had been living in Stark Tower for the past seven months, but never got around to actually going to the city. 

“Well, I don’t get much time off, you know, saving humanity from aliens and crazy people.” You were trying to make up a viable excuse for why. Peter just kept staring at you his mouth hanging wide open. “What?” You started shifting your eyes around the room, having no idea what to do. 

“Babe, I know what we’re going to do today.” Peter gave you a goofy grin and ran down the hall, leaving you standing alone in the living room. 

“Oh lord, what’s he going to do?” You groaned to yourself. You shook your head, but smiled. He was such a dork. A dork that you had lots of feelings for. You loved him, but you had never said it to him, fearing that he wouldn’t feel the same. 

Seven months ago, Tony had asked you to move from the Avenger Tower in D.C. to Stark Tower to go undercover. Your job was to go to Peter’s high school and keep an eye on him for Tony. He was worried that Peter would start getting into trouble, and your job was to keep him out of it. Before you knew it, you were falling hard for him. Tony feared that you would, but allowed you to do so because you were like his daughter, and he loved you like one. All he wanted was to see you happy. So, just two months into your mission, and after spending a lot time together, along with a couple dates, you two became official. And once you started dating him, you realized you had to tell him what your original intentions were. 

When you told him, he wasn’t upset. He just kissed you and whispered to you, “My girlfriend is a freaking Avenger.” 

An hour later, he cam running in. “F/N! Come on, you’re coming with me.” You were laying on the couch, closing your eyes when he started pulling you off of it. 

“Where are we going?” You were giggling and stumbling to follow him. “Peter, I’m serious.” (No, you weren’t.) “Where the heck are you taking me?” You had this marveled look on you face, amazed that he could get you off the couch without becoming overly grumpy. 

“You’ll see. Come on.” He looked so adorable as he pulled you along down the stairs and out the door. Once you stepped outside, the quiet of the tower completely disappeared. You were left with the sound of cars, and honking, and people’s pointless conversations. He turned around to face you. 

“Ta da! I’m taking you to see the city.” He began to fumble with him hands and look towards the ground. “Since you haven’t been before, and since we haven’t been able to go on a date in a while, I decided that I could show you around.” He looked up at you with those innocent eyes that always made your heart skip a beat. 

“Aw, that’s so sweet, Peter.” You face turned a slightly shade of pink darker. You thought he was so cute when he got all nervous. A smile came upon your lips and you hooked your arm in his. “So, where to first?” 

He looked up at you with hopeful eyes and smiled. He looked like a little kid on Christmas morning.  You loved making him happy, he made you feel almost like a normal teenager who had an almost normal life. To be frank, you never had a normal life to begin with. You were born with ability to go invisible, and your parents abandoned you at the age of three after they scared you and they suddenly couldn’t see you. They were afraid of you, so they left. You fended for yourself till about two years ago when the Avengers discovered you and your ability, hoping you would join them. You gladly accepted the offer and you realized that you had a family again. They loved you like a younger sibling, but Tony loved you like you were his own daughter. Obviously, being an Avenger and living with them wasn’t normal for anybody, but neither was having spider-like senses.

You two spent the afternoon walking through New York City, checking out all the places Peter loved. He took you to his favorite pizza place for lunch, and then you two took a stroll around Central Park. You stopped at the lake and watched the ducks swim by. 

“This is really nice, Peter. Thank you.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly. 

He put his arms around you and placed a kiss on your forehead. “It’s my pleasure, babe. But, the day isn’t over yet.” He wrapped one of his arms around your waist and you two started walking back towards the street. He took you around street corner after street corner, pointing out places that he wanted to take you in the future, and telling you the fondest memories he had there. After about an hour of walking, he stopped you in front of a brick stoned building. 

“Where are we?” You were looking for a sign. There was none. You squinted your eyes, trying to figure out what was inside, but it was lowly lit. 

“You’ll see.” He was smirking at you as he took your hand and pulled you inside. Once you were through the door and you finally saw what it was, your eyes went wide and your jaw dropped to the floor. Inside the unsuspecting building was bookshelves stacked to the ceiling with books. 

“No. Way.” You were amazed. You dropped his hand and started walking up and down the aisles, mesmerized. You let your fingers graze across the spines, reading every title. They had classics, new books, well loved books, and all your favorite ones too. Peter watched you in adoration. He knew you would like this place. It was the oldest book store in New York, and he knew how much you liked to read. Once you looked through just about every single book in there, you walked up to him with the biggest smile on your face. 

“You’re amazing, did you know that? Oh my god, I could spend hours in here. I have to come back another day to read here.” You were beginning to ramble and Peter just shook his head, one corner of his mouth pulling up into a smirk. 

“F/N, you’ve already spent two hours just looking at all the books. I’m going to have to bring you back here, so you can spend the entire day here.” He pulled you into a hug. “There’s still one more thing I have to show you before I take you back to the tower. Come on.” You looked up at him with eyes that were filled with love. He leaned down and kissed you, filling your stomach with butterflies. He pulled you out of the bookstore and the sky that was once bright and sunny was now beginning to grow blue. Had you really been in there that long?

“F/N, hold on tight.” He wrapped his left arm tightly around you.

“Wait, wh-” You cut yourself off with a slight scream. Suddenly, you were swinging in the air, swooping from building to building. Your arms were gripping him, very, very tightly. Once the initial shock faded away, you were smiling at Peter as he slowly took you higher and higher off the ground. The cold wind was whipping your hair back, giving you this rush of adrenaline. Peter shot a web at a building, swinging you both up in the air. The next one hit a spire of a different building across the street and he swung around it, you secure in his arm, and making a soft landing on top of the building. 

“I give you special view of New York City from the top of the Empire State Building.” He took his free arm and displayed the view to him. 

“Oh my god…” The skyline looked beautiful against the sunset and the lights slowly turning on. “…it’s gorgeous.” You shifted yourself in his arms so that you were facing him, bodies pressed against each other. 

“Just like you.” Peter’s eyes studied every inch of your face, landing on your E/C eyes that he had fallen in love with. You looked towards the ground, trying to conceal your blush. “F/N.” He tilted your chin up, so that your eyes met his. 

“Yes, Peter?” You looked at him with doe eyes, hanging on every single word he had said. 

He paused, a small smile coming to his face. “I love you.” 

You were stunned. He said it. He said it first. He said that he loved you. 

You realized that you were completely silent, seeing that Peter was getting worried. A big smile replaced the shocked look on your face. 

“I love you too.” You let out a little laugh and pulled him down to you. Your lips collided, molding perfectly together. The feeling of his lips against yours made your heart swell. You pulled away and rested your head on his chest, watching the sun set behind the horizon. 

Peter swung you across the city back to the tower. He nonchalantly landed on the grounded in the middle of the sidewalk in front of Stark Tower. 

“I’ll come over tomorrow, okay babe?” He smiled down at you, holding your hand. 

“Okay.” You smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. 

“I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“I love you too, Peter Parker.” You watched him fade into the crowd and then round a corner. Suddenly, he was swinging around a building. You shook your head and chuckled, walking back into the building. 

You were feeling so giddy. You were spinning around down the halls, humming to yourself. 

From his office, Tony heard you and peered out of the doorway, watching you as you walked down the hall, humming with a little skip in your step. Before he got caught, he sat back down at his deck and smiled to himself. You were happy, that’s all that mattered to him. He got back to work, and muttered to himself. 

“Peter Parker, you better take of my girl.”

Hope you liked it! I’m going to try and write a lot today, so that I have a couple oneshots ready to go. Let me know if you want to be added to the permanent taglist! Just message me and I’ll be sure to add you to the next story that I post. Have a wonderful day and I love you all. xoxo


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Part Six // Somebody Else [A Stiles Stilinski Story]

Series Masterlist

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/ Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Warnings: Mentions of Sex, Violence, Kissing and Swearing.

Word Count: 2,724

With an angry groan, Stiles slammed his bedroom door shut and kicked the surface without second thought. As he fixed the straps of his backpack on his shoulders, he ran down the staircase with his car keys in hand.

“What the hell was that for?!” Sheriff Stilinski exclaimed from the kitchen, his voice echoing through the house.

“Nothing.” Stiles sighed, ready to just go to school and, somehow, get his mind off of Katalina.

“That definitely wasn’t because of nothing.” Stilinski disagreed, walking into the kitchen with a half eaten sandwich and a coffee in his hands.

Stiles rubbed his face in frustration at his father’s prying. He already dealt with so much, the last thing he needs is to talk about it.

“Dad, I’m really not in the mood for one of your routine interrogations right now.” Stiles sighed and the Sheriff nodded, understanding his son was in one of those moods.

“Alright, Alright.” He lifted his hands in surrender. “How about I tell you something about my day yesterday, instead?”

“Sure.” Stiles let out a breath, scratching the back of his neck.

“Something really nice happened.”

“Did you finally get the courage to ask Melissa McCall out?” The son questioned and Sheriff Stilinski narrowed his eyes at the smirking boy.

“No.” He scoffed and it took everything in Stiles not to chuckle. “When I went to the hospital to see-”

“The woman you’ve been secretly crushing on for a good couple of years now?” Stiles grinned, squinting his eyes.

“Okay, you know what?” The Sheriff sighed, tired of his son’s sarcasm and began to walk back into the kitchen. “Never mind.”

“No, come on.” Stiles chuckled, approaching his father and grabbing his arm to stop him. “I’m just messing with you, but I really do want to know. Tell me, what happened at the hospital?”

“Fine.” Stilinski sighed, turning back around to face the younger boy. “I saw Katalina’s mom after what- four years? Man, has it been that long?”

Stiles heart dropped down in his stomach the second he said her name, the sound alone making guilt take over his entire body and consume him. It took everything in Stiles not to break down in front of his own father, right now.

He hates everything that’s happening between them and all he truly wants is to make things right. But, Stiles knew that things weren’t that simple. Not when Katalina believes he just took advantage of her since he didn’t have the courage to actually tell her the truth.

“Y-Yeah, it has.” Stiles cleared his throat, running his fingers through his silky hair.

“How come?” Sheriff Stilinski asked innocently, not knowing how intense that topic was and Stiles internally winced. “I used to see her all the time when she would come pick up Kat. Which, thinking about now, makes me realize Katalina hasn’t been over in a good while either.”

Sheriff’s head spun as he put everything together, being the incredibly skillful and talented detective he was. Stiles, on the other hand, was getting more nervous by the second.

“Wait, Son-” The older man’s eyes widened with realization. “What happened between you two?”

That question was precisely what caused Stiles’ breaking point as he dropped his head and felt tears beginning to form in his golden-brown eyes. Sheriff Stilinski watched his only son start to cry in front of him, his heart wrenching at the tragic sight.

“I messed up.” Stiles confessed through quiet sobs, desperately trying to wipe away the tears running down his cheeks. “I-I lost her, Dad.”

Stiles couldn’t hold back the pain inside of him anymore. He was tired of putting up an act and letting his heartbreak boil up inside of him as he dealt with it on his own. Stiles didn’t want to show anyone how he truly felt because he didn’t want anyone to know just how vulnerable he was, but after losing the one girl he ever actually loved for the second time made him not care who could possibly see.

But, the thing was out of all the people that could help him through this, his own father was just the perfect person to do so.

Placing a comforting hand on Stiles’ shoulder, the Sheriff pulled the heartbroken boy’s attention off of the floor and back on him.

“You didn’t lose her, Stiles.” He stated with a soft expression, but his voice was so confident Stiles felt inclined to actually believe him. “And I’m sure of it.”

“How do you know that?” Stiles asked, his voice breaking.

“Because her mom told me something that Katalina does ‘till this day.” Sheriff Stilinski smiled kindly, his eyes lighting up as he remembered the two best friends that grew up together and clearly loved each other. “Whenever she’s sad, Kat gets one of your old lacrosse sweatshirts you gave her and holds onto it. Her mother saw her sleeping with it just yesterday.”

It was as if a Stiles was just recently drowning in a pool of pain and dispair when someone, suddenly, opened the drain to let the water out and he could finally breathe again. The feeling of guilt instantly escaped his veins and was replaced with hope.

That glimmer of hope didn’t go unnoticed by the Sheriff as he looked at his son and noticed it spark in his eyes. With a kind and reassuring smile on his face, Stilinski spoke the words Stiles was already thinking in his own head.

“Go get her back, Son.”


School used to actually be pleasurable for Katalina. Not only did she have a perfect GPA score, but she also had immense amount of fun with her absolute best friends. Everything was perfect and amazing until, well… everything happened.

Now school is nothing but a burden to her. Sure she still has really impressive grades, but Katalina has to constantly see the boy that broke her heart and the boy whose heart she broke. Spending time with the pack wasn’t the same either. They constantly looked at her with pity in their eyes and it drove her crazy. The last thing Katalina needs is people to feel sorry for her.

With a sigh escaping her lips, Katalina walked out of the class she was just dismissed from and approached the bathroom to use it before getting books out of her locker for her next class.

What she didn’t know what was happening down in the halls, right where her locker happened to be, as she entered the girls’ restroom.

Stiles, with a new and happy smile on his face, was pushing a letter containing all of the different reasons why he loved her and no one else. Katalina had the key to his heart and he was more than ready to finally tell her. Once the boy with freckles on his skin finished putting the paper through the small hole of her locker door, he held tightly onto the beautiful rose behind his back and mentally prepared himself to confess his love the second she approached her locker.

Theo, on the other hand, just so happened to be walking through the halls right at that moment and his eyes fell onto his nervous enemy standing in front of his girl’s locker. A wave of anger like no other crashed down on him when he noticed the rose in Stiles’ hands and, before he knew it, Theo was rushing towards him.

The happy thoughts inside of Stiles’ head were, suddenly, interrupted when he was forcefully pushed up against the rows of lockers. Whatever air he had in him was immediately ripped away from his lungs the second his back hit the surface, his head banging against the metal as well.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” The attacker shouted in his face and Stiles didn’t even need to reopen his eyes to recognize who the voice belonged to.

“Something I should’ve done four years ago.” Stiles croaked, his voice raspy as he opened his eyes to glare at the familiar werewolf.

“I am so sick of you, Stilinski!” Theo yelled, thinking he could scare him but Stiles didn’t even flinch. “I should just kick your ass right now!”

“No,” Stiles scoffed, rolling his eyes. “What you need to do is let go of me.”

“And why the hell would I do that?” Theo hissed, his body shaking with anger.

“Because if you don’t, then I’m going to kick your ass.” Stiles retorted, a smirk on his lips. “And you and I both know that it wouldn’t be the first time.”

Theo winced as he thought back to when Stiles found out he was the one that told Katalina the truth. He threw a few punches that definitely damaged Theo’s face and huge ego. It wasn’t about beating him for being a snitch, Stiles couldn’t care less that Kat found out. What made Stiles furious was that he was planning to be the one that told her and Theo took that away from him. She didn’t even give him the chance to explain how it all changed, how, sure, it was about Lydia at first but then it was as if every other girl suddenly didn’t matter to him anymore. He only wanted Kat, Stiles only loved Katalina.

“You can’t touch me, Stiles.” Theo stated. “If you do, Katalina would never forgive you and you know that.”

“No, Theo.” Stiles shook his head. “I think you’re confused. Because you know you’re not the person she’s in love with. And if you ever hurt me, you’re the one Kat would never forgive.”

“Don’t call her Kat.” Theo hissed through clenched teeth. “Only I can call her that.”

“And yet I was the one moaning it just the other night.” Stiles said with a harsh voice, tired of Theo’s pathetic little game.

That remark was enough to make the werewolf snap and strike his fist right against Stiles’ jaw. Pain struck through the human as Theo let him go and he fell limp to the floor. The rose that was once in his hands also dropped down on the ground and Stiles could already feel his head begin to throb. Theo was hovering over him when a sick grin spread across his face and he lifted his foot above the rose. Stiles watched in horror as he purposely stepped on the flower, the pedals being crushed beneath his shoe.

“Did you really think you would get away with fucking my girlfriend?!” Theo spat, but fury flooded Stiles’ blood like never before the second the werewolf lifted his foot and revealed what was left of the destroyed rose.

It’s one thing to hurt him, but it’s another thing to hurt any chance he had left with Katalina. Before he knew it, Stiles was pulling Theo’s legs and he was crashing down on the floor beside him.

“I didn’t just fuck her, you big tree!” Stiles shouted as Theo grunted in pain when his head hit the tiles, the halls now crowded with other students watching the fight go down. “I made love to her! Because that’s what two people do when they’re meant to be!”

Both of them somehow managed to stand up again and everyone watched with excitement. It didn’t matter how hurt they both were, their bodies were too drunk on adrenaline to even care.

“Stiles, she left you!” Theo yelled. “When are you going to realize that you can never be with her again?!”

The next thing he knew, Stiles was receiving another punch in the face from Theo. This time, right on his nose. He heard it crack and the amount of pain he suddenly felt was indescribable. Stiles lost his balance from the intense impact, but out of nowhere he felt two small hands grab him and hold him in place.

“And when are you going to realize how pathetic you’re being?!” A familiar voice he so desperately wanted to hear again shouted at the werewolf in front of them.

Everyone looked at the girl that had just appeared to stop the fight. The girl that had unintentionally caused the two boys to even start in the first place. She had left the bathroom a few minutes ago and watched in horror since the moment Stiles made Theo fall. It made her absolutely furious how stupid and immature they could easily be. But, the second she saw Theo hit Stiles it was as if all the pain he felt, she felt too. She couldn’t hold back her concern as she ran towards his aid.

“Both of you!” Katalina yelled and the boys suddenly felt guilty.

“Kat, I’m so sorr-” Her boyfriend, which clearly was now her ex, approached her.

“No, Theo!” Katalina interrupted him, not at all interested in hearing any pathetic excuse. “Get away from me.”


“Now, Theo!” She shouted and he winced at her rough words.

Theo reluctantly left their presence, but not without glaring at Stiles first. The human didn’t even care, to be honest. He was too focused on the girl holding him. His soul was so connected to her that Stiles couldn’t even feel the pain of his broken nose anymore, as if it was completely numbed by the beautiful woman he loved.

“And as for you.” Katalina stated, turning her attention towards Stiles but her breath hitched in her throat at how intense he was staring at her. There were feelings in his eyes she couldn’t quite place, but she knew that she didn’t want him to ever stop looking at her this way. “Y-You should go to the hospital.”

The crowd that had formed began to disperse and walk away when they realized the fight was now over, leaving Stiles and Katalina completely alone once again.

Without breaking their eye contact, Katalina reached into her backpack and pulled out tissues she gathered from the bathroom. Their original purpose were to wipe away the tears that would escape her eyes from time to time, but they now would be used to block the blood running from Stiles’ nose.

She carefully put the tissues up against his broken nose and Stiles didn’t even flinch, his heart beating so fast at the feeling of her touch again. He was longing for it and decided to just take advantage of this moment.

“How long have you been watching?” Stiles asked and Katalina nervously cleared her throat when he did.

“Since you made Theo fall.” She responded with a quiet voice.

“So, then you heard what I said right after?”

Katalina slowly nodded when Stiles referred to the “I made love to her” speech. It certainly didn’t fail to make her heart flutter and beat faster at the words, but it did fail to make her forget everything he’s done. If he thinks that one nice sentence was going to make up for all of the nights she spent crying, all of the times she spent doubting herself and all of the times she spent hating herself for loving someone so detrimental to her, he was definitely wrong.

Stiles saw the longing in her eyes too and he didn’t even think twice before leaning in to place his lips on hers. Katalina was taken by surprise when he kissed her and their lips tingled at the touch. Their bodies missing each other so much more than they could possibly imagine. It was when Stiles’ mouth began to deepen the kiss that Katalina snapped out of her trance.

She pulled away from him and with tears already beginning to water in her eyes, Katalina stared up at him with a hurt expression.

“It doesn’t change anything.” Katalina stated, her body aching at the words and Stiles felt as if he just got shot. The pain his nose felt before was nothing compared to the pain he felt now thanks to that one sentence.

Katalina took her hand from his face and placed the tissues in his. With tears already streaming down her cheeks, she left Stiles without another word.

She didn’t even notice the crumbled rose on the floor that was once meant for her or did she know about the letter in her locker waiting to be read.

All Katalina knew was that she loved Stiles and, just by the look in his eyes, he might love her too.

Tiny (like super teeny tiny) little snippet

From Chapter 36. Just to show you guys I’m still here and thank those lovely understanding folks for their patience.

“Thanks for coming tonight.” Beca’s words break the crisp silence surrounding them as they pass beneath a streetlight. She doesn’t turn her head, but she glances at Chloe from the corners of her eyes as she speaks.

“Thanks for inviting me,” Chloe counters with a smile and then gives Beca’s hand a squeeze.

The back of Beca’s neck feels warm again.

“Your family’s really nice,” Chloe continues after a moment and Beca can hear the smile she’s wearing in her voice. “Makes me wonder where you got all that grouchiness from.”

“Hey!” Beca snaps her head to the side to throw a look filled with pure, undiluted, mock-outrage at Chloe. “I had to painstakingly cultivate that over years, Chloe. How dare you dismiss it as being some genetic mutation of my gene pool.”

Chloe laughs and Beca smiles, her heartbeat fluttering, and she wonders, not for the first time, how she ended up here.

anonymous asked:


✿ OK let’s do the minor trio because (being honest) doing the full RFA+Minor trio for every post is……… is a lot… and i feel like producing content for them 24/7 lmao

Saeran (Unknown)

  • Cuddling is - well. it’s not super natural for you two, but you’ve had a lot more time to get used to Saeran than anyone else in the world. You’re fellow Believers! Trusted by Rika, basking in the light of salvation (and Mint Eye’s delicious drug-filled kool-aid!) So, you’ve got a lot more time to start cuddling as you start off as good friends…
  • and man.
  • does saeran needs a damn cuddle.
  • At first, it starts with these just - little hand touches, where your fingers accidentally brush his when you’re gardening together or reading together or taking your Mint Eye Brand Drug Treatments together – though with that last one, it’s more like you grab his hand, grab it and never let go because you’re in so much pain.
  • (The screaming just means you’re being saved!)
  • But - but those touches are electric, like jolts of warmth straight to your heart, and you’ve held his hand when you’ve been in pain together, so when you see him in pain again? see him torn up about that hypocrite V and that bastard redhead that you know has hurt him so bad? you intertwine your fingers through his and cling, like you’re never going to let go.
  • He gasps a bit when you do it, blushes, like he can’t quite believe what’s happening…
  • But he’s desperate for affection, so, so very desperate, and when he hugs you, you find that you are, too.
  • It’s kind of awkward, at first. Like - physically awkward. You don’t actually understand how to hug. You don’t understand how to cuddle. You have to figure out where to put your hands, your heads, your legs, but you start figuring out, and in private corners, during your times off…
  • You snuggle together, as friends, trying to remind yourselves that you’re being saved, and everything will be ok.


  • It takes forever for you to be cuddly, in part because the first time V tries to touch you, you wrench his hand off, and after that? He never tries again.
  • but eventually? you want it.
  • Maybe it’s how soft he looks, the gentle slope of his jaw, the soft strands of his cool-mint hair. Maybe it’s his smell - like faint smoke, like earth, and like something else too, something that you can’t quite place but breathe in deeply when you steal his sweaters and cuddle them at night.
  • (it’s not stalking if he’s given you a key.)
  • Maybe it’s - it’s his eyes, like cool water, like the rain - but you just… wanna… y’know.
  • get close.
  • feel his warmth on your cheek.
  • maybe smell him a little bit that’d be great.
  • But you’re an emotionally traumatized tsundere so it takes you like five months of pining to do anything about your sickening Urges.
  • It happens when you are DEAD TIRED, because you can’t sleep and V is staying up with you, and at some point, your brain just kind of shuts off. It’s cold, you think, and he looks warm, so you just climb into his lap like a needy cat and V freezes stone-cold solid.
  • His heart might actually stop in that moment, before slowly, he asks…
  • “Are - are you sniffing me?”


  • After your biting phase, you apparently have zero compunctions about getting into Vanderwood’s personal space, so they’ll be just chilling out, watching TV and waiting for Seven to finish whatever wackadoodle project he’s got going on so they can do Real Work, when you climb into their lap and just make yourself at home.
  • (Bonus points if they’re like, trying to read. Or use the computer. Or do anything even mildly productive.)
  • You seem to be the most attracted to them whenever it’s the most inconvenient for them to have you all over them, and they can’t even fight back, because you fear nothing and don’t even care about getting tased.
  • It’s like - this is their life now, they guess.
  • this is just what’s going to happen.
  • They grumble about it, of course. They’re not someone who can have physical intimacy without a good helping of complaints. But they also pat your head, which feels really nice, and you tuck your face into the crook of their neck and sigh in content.
  • (that way, they can let themselves smile a little bit without you seeing it.)

thanks for helping me decide on a shirt design! i printed it yesterday and it turned out AWESOME. the shirts i picked are really nice, i’m really sick of plain crew neck tshirts so i picked this boxy, flowy semi-crop top that i know will look good on every body! i also finally got these vinyl bat stickers!! so i’m having another weekend sale, 10% off until monday with coupon code “HANDS”. enjoy!!


THERE some high quality shots of iggy’s neck freckles

and also just a really nice shot i took u welcome B^)

**no they’re not dirt!– this is the morning after sleeping in the caravan at the hammerhead! you can sneak a peak for yourself but it’s tricky to get him to stay still -v-’’

Football Sucks (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

A/N: Okay so I have no clue what this is 

WC: 3,694

Warnings: Language, lil bit of attempted angst  @saturdayschilddrivesmewild here ya go 😄

“Holy shit. Holy motherfucking shit,” Jared muttered as he stared at the piece of paper stuck to the bulletin board.

There it was, as plain as day. Jared’s name listed on the football team roster. How he actually managed to get in? He could tell you, just not at this moment. Jared could barely comprehend what was happening. He, a loser who sat in his basement every Friday night and played video games, was now a part of the football team.

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My slightly belated thoughts on Shapes and Colors

It’s taken me a couple of days (and four re-watches) to gather my thoughts, but voila.

1) Welp, now we know why Max hired actresses to play hands. Wuddup, Wakti Wapnasi? Wanna tell me how the hell you manage that fifty-pound headpiece? Every time you tilted your head, I was afraid you were gonna fall over. Is that the same hat Max hinted at Amanda and Todd wearing later?

2) Every time I watch Farah getting deputized, I tear up. I’m so proud of our girl. And Jade does such stunning work in that scene.

3) Is it just me, or did Suzie’s accent get like ten times stronger when she was talking to Hobbs and Farah? The little sneak. 

4) I’m really enjoying imagining Dirk seeing that guy in the red jacket and thinking to himself, “Ooh, I’ll have that, thanks.” Can we see that scene? Did they go into separate stalls and throw the clothes over the top? Did they change in front of each other? I need answers.

5) It seems that Dirk “Pink-Lemonade-and-Pancakes” Gently is continuing his tradition of having no nutrition in his diet.

6) I love that all of Dirk’s attempts to be a normal detective are instantly foiled by the universe. This is the only show I can think of where it absolutely works to have things fall so conveniently in our characters’ laps, and it’s so refreshing.

7) When I watched this with my roommate, she misheard Bofuki Nepoo as “fookin’ the poo” and I can’t remember the last time I laughed that hard. 

8) I am Tina, casually eating bacon in my car while people do work around me.

9) The way Dirk flinches when he says “It was an accident” to Arnold made me think of Little Dirk at Blackwing, afraid to be punished after making a mistake. My heart can’t stand it. 

10) Do yourselves a favor and really look closely at both Scott’s school picture, and the family photo. Because my roommates and I were on the floor. 

11) Hannah was so fucking good in this episode. You go, A-MAN-DA BROTZ-MAN. You did that.

12) I am a huge fan of Dirk’s frustrated little growl, and he did it like three times in this episode. Rejoice with me!

13) Vogel in a flower crown. I repeat, Vogel in a literal flower crown.

14) Okay, the entirety of Sound of Nothing has gotta be my new favorite Dirk Gently sequence, if not my favorite sequence in anything ever. Dirk with glowsticks around his neck, a green solo cup, and a random-ass hat… it’s just such a look. Also, what was in that cup? Was it alcohol? Was he drinking alcohol? And for him to go from fearfully squawking Farah’s name in a crowd to being completely love-drunk, running his knuckles down his cheeks and neck because it probably just feels really nice??? I couldn’t have asked for more from that scene. Our children got to express themselves, and they all got to share a moment of ecstatic happiness and love with Alive playing in the background and holy shit when the beat drops and they’re all just cheering and holding each other and then Bart and Panto are dancing and they’re so pure and Amanda reunites the Rowdies and oh my fucking god it was so perfect and they couldn’t have used the song in a better way and I CAN’T EXPRESS HOW OVERWHELMED WITH HAPPINESS I GET EVERY TIME I WATCH THAT SCENE SOMEONEPLEASESTOPMEGODDAMN

15) Um, I refuse to believe Hobbs is dead, okay? Because we clearly see him getting shot through the chest in Amanda’s vision and that hasn’t happened yet, so he’s gotta survive for a little while longer, right???

Bonus: We better find out how the hell everyone magically switches clothes. Please give me a montage of everyone at Sound of Nothing just… taking off their clothes and offering each other various garments. Give me Todd nuzzling against someone and getting blue glitter all over his face. Give me Dirk strutting around in a pink fur coat. I need this to live, thanks.

anonymous asked:

Could you do drabble 99??? 😏

“You got a cute butt.”

“No, Peter!” You swatted his hand away from your cookie, causing him to groan.

“I’m hungry!” You laughed, shrugging.

“Sounds like a personal problem.” You laughed at Peter’s shocked expression, “You should have grabbed something at the bakery.” Before Peter could say anything, his phone rang, causing him to groan.

“I have to go,” he mumbled, grabbing his backpack, “Stark internship.” You frowned, looking down at your cookie.

“Here,” you handed him the cookie with a smile, “don’t want you to work on an empty stomach – we all know how cranky you get.” You winked at him, laughing when he rolled his eyes. He leaned down to peck your cheek. “Are we still on for movie night tonight?” Peter nodded, walking toward your door.

“My place, May’s ordering us some pizza and we’ll watch whatever you want. Be there at 6?” You smiled nodding. He blew you a kiss and you pretended to catch it, causing him to snort softly. “Nerd.”

“Hey, May!” May smiled and greeted you with a hug, hauling you into the apartment and asking if you wanted anything to drink. “Sure, water?” May went to the fridge and got you a water. “Peter in his room?” She shook her head.

“He should be here soon, he promised he’d be here at 5:30, which means,” she glanced at the clock, it reading 6:05, “he should be here in five to ten.” You both laughed. “Pizza should be here soon, you can wait in Peter’s room if you want.” She grabbed her bag and was about to head out, leaning in to kiss the top of your head. “I’ll see you two later, okay? No funny business!” You blushed, nodding.

“See you, May.”

Peter picked up his backpack from the alley, swinging his way toward his window. He looked inside, seeing his bedroom door open but no signs of anyone inside. He didn’t bother to look at his phone, considering he told May he’d be home around 5:30, he was usually punctual (or so he thought). He opened his window and climbed in, landing softly on the floor. He padded his way, still in his suit, to his door, shutting it in case you got there early.

“Peter?” Peter stood frozen, his hand pausing on the doorknob. He plucked his phone out of his belt and saw it was well past the time he promised to meet you. He turned around slowly, his eyes widening as he saw you standing up from your spot on his bed. You plucked out your headphones and looked him up and down.

“(Y/N),” he started, but you interrupted him.

“You’re the Spider-Man?” He couldn’t find the words, just nodding slightly. “I – I just, wow. How? When?”

“I got bit by a spider – a radioactive one. For a few months, actually.” He shrugged, his arms reaching out to you cautiously, in case you were mad at him. Your hands reached out, too, touching the suit to feel its fabric.

“Turn around,” you mumbled. He looked at you confused.


“Turn around, put the mask on.” You repeated, “I want the full effect.” He slowly nodded, putting his mask back on, turning slowly. When he turned fully, facing you now, he took the mask off, his eyebrow quirking up. “Hm,” you hummed.

“What?” He asked, causing you to smile.

“The suit – it fits you really well,” when he was about to thank you, you continued, “you got a cute butt.” His cheeks and the tips of his ears turned pink.

“W-what?” He coughed, shaking his head. You laughed, walking over to hug him. He hugged you back, burying his face in your neck.

“Your butt is really nice.” He groaned, pulling away and walking out of your embrace.

“Shut up,” he mumbled, his cheeks starting to burn. You laughed as he turned away from you, to pick out some clothes from his drawer. You laughed louder as he screamed out a small ‘hey!’ when your hand reached out to smack his butt.

i liked the last part to this lol

Yongguk - Dangerously Innocent ♥ [Part 13]

Originally posted by zainbap

Member: B.A.P’s Bang Yongguk

Pairing: MafiaLeader!Yongguk &  You

Genre: Angst-ish

Warnings: Swearing, Blood, Shooting and other Mafia stuff.

Words: 1,456

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Epilogue.

A/N: I feel like I’m seriously more excited than you guys. someone stop me.

Yongguks POV

This is pure torture. I can hear her every now and then, but I can’ move my body. I can hear her talk to me. She sounds so scared and fragile and I just want to wake up and take her into my arms, but I can’t. She tells me how she fell in love with me. Her first impression of me, how she used to be scared of me, and at first my heart falls in fear. I don’t think that she realizes that the heart monitor picked up speed when she says she was  scared of me, but when she tells me that she fell in love with me just a few weeks later it calms down again. Her skin on mine is so soft. I miss her touching me, her lips on mine. I just want to wake up and hold her again. Apologize and never leave her side again.

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BTS: how they'd seduce & tease their s/o

Jin:  yo he’d be so obvious when trying to tease you in hopes of going home early, like everyone could tell what his hand is up to when it’s crawling up your thigh. He’d whisper some stuff in your ear but it’d be really funny bc he’d try and make his voice sounds really deep and sexy, so you’d end up laughing at his attempts. He wouldn’t need to say or do much, at this point you’d feel too bad for him and just settle on giving him a peck for at least trying to make you blush.

Suga:  Yoongi is so sly and mischievous since he knows exactly what makes you flustered and turn pink. Tbh he’d only do it if you’d done something to tease him, otherwise he wouldn’t be a fool and try something in public. He’d start with intertwining one hand with yours, and the other would snake its way around your hips, where he would squeeze lightly- he knows just the smallest contact will drive you crazy and have you thinking about it for hours.

J-Hope:  he’ll tease you only when trying to be funny, bc this boy will make himself flustered if he tried anything frisky.  Though sometimes he’d be brave enough when he can’t really help himself…you’ll catch him trying to play footsies when you’re out having dinner with friends or family, and he’d eye you like you were the main course, all while hiding his own blush in the dim lights of the restaurant.

Rap Monster:  ugh he’d be so frustrating and relentless when he wants to see that blush creep up on your cheek and hear a small “I hate you, joon” coming from your lips before continuing with his attempts to tease you. It would mostly be him talking while running his large hand up and down your leg, unnoticed by everyone, and making it seem as if he doesn’t know the effect he has on you. He’d smirk and pull his hand away when he achieved his goal, which was to make you flustered and nearly out of breath.

Jimin:  this would have to happen on accident, when he’s not really thinking about what he’s doing and what it’s doing to you. He loves playing with your hair in general, but he doesn’t really know you’re always on the verge of pinning him down and kissing him breathless bc it feels really nice. His small fingers would work their way down your neck, where he starts to massage slowly and softly at your shoulders, and absentmindedly pressing his lips along where his fingers were, unbeknownst to him that you’re a dying mess on the inside.

V:  he’s got absolutely no problem with making you blush and squirm whenever he wanted, since you’re always doing the same to him. He’s usually planning on getting payback by wearing something that shows off his neck and chest, esp when he’s inviting you over to the dance studio to watch them rehearse. He’d keep on making eye contact as he moves along to the song, licking his lips and making a point of looking at you as he does those killer hip thrusts.

Jungkook:  he’s not always as innocent as he seems, and he knows your ticks and what makes you flustered. Like hobi, he’d be too afraid to do something that might cross the line, so he’d stick to being funny. He’d be bragging about you to the point of embarrassment, and laughs when he sees your cheeks turn beet red. IF he’s feeling daring and knows that no one is watching, he’d take his time while tracing his wet lips along your neck and jaw, keeping his hands to himself to see what you’d do, despite how hard it is (pun intended).

Originally posted by yoonem