“You’ve left me paralyzed. And now I’m stuck, You’ve got me stuck. Hmmm—uh I never knew Just what I wanted. I still don’t know, it’s all missing. You’re picking up On what I started.”
(I guess it’s safe to say my Ghost!Arthur deserved a new design… yet again! First image is like a cover, with him standing with his Electro Beats and the name of the song I picked for him. Second image is a ref thingy and is numbered- you can check all details under ‘read more’!)
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader Words: 3,644 AN: This is something I’ve been working on. It was originally going to be a long fic but I decided to split it up. Thanks to @writing-obrien as usual and also to @dylan-odome for her song rec for this!
You could still remember the way his brown eyes lit up when he laughed. It was the only thing that got you through the long, dark days in the basement you were being held in. You’d had such a crush on Stiles Stilinski all through high school, and senior year he’d finally noticed you as more than a friend. And then…this.
Request: Hey, could you do a imagine of (tom holland) Peter having a study date with the reader and things get a little frisky😏
A/N: Happy New Year!!! Hope this 2017 brings you great things and you are happier than the year before!!! :)
‘’All of this studying is driving me mad’’ you said as you got up from Peter’s bed. ‘’I’m going to get some food. Do you want anything?’’ He looked briefly at you and furrowed his brows, thinking for a second. ‘’Some chips, please.’’ You nodded and walked to his kitchen, bobbing your head to a random song stuck in your head. ‘’Do you mind if I take off my shirt? I’m kind of melting’’ Peter’s voice called from his room. ‘’Yeah, whatever’’ you told him. ‘’It’s your house, after all.’’ Coming back to his room with your hands full of food, trying not to drop anything, you opened his door with your foot. ‘’A little help?’’ you asked. He chuckled and got up, taking some of the stuff from your hands. When you finally looked at him, you let out an strangled sound. ‘’Since when are you hot?’’ you said without thinking. You blushed and tried to cover it up, embarrassed. ‘’I mean, since when do you have muscles?’’ Peter blushed and looked at you, scratching the back of his neck. ‘’The spider’’ he said and quickly turned around, sitting on his bed to continue studying. You observed him and nodded your head, sitting next to him and grabbing your books, but not concentrating. You looked at his lips, something you had done multiple times before without him realising. You then looked at his ruffled hair and pink cheeks, admiring the way he looked handsome without putting any effort. In a moment of bravery, you took his face in your hands and turned it so he was looking at you. Before he could ask what was going on, you kissed him, eyes closed, waiting for him to return the kiss. It took him a few moments, but he finally put his hands on your hips, his tongue finding its way between your lips. You threw your books across the room so you would have space on the bed and lay there, running your hands over his abs. He groaned and then moved his lips to your neck, leaving soft kisses and a few hickies. You messed with his hair as you moaned, enjoying the feeling his lips gave you. His lips kissed yours again and you wrapped your legs around his hips, making him groan once more. When he finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against yours, his lips touching yours as he spoke. ‘’This is definitely better than chips’’ he said, a soft smirk on his lips, shocking you for a second before you two bursted out laughing.