going to lift you higher

Inked - Part 1

Peter Parker x Reader

soulmate au: you and your soulmate have tattoos that represent the others interests that tingle when you two are close to one another

word count: 2,273

Originally posted by hardyness

A/N this is honestly written for @parkerbpete, since she inspires me to write so much, like i love her work and ugh, she is my writing senpai. i love her and yea, hope you all like


Ink stained across your arm forming an intricate sleeve, a tattoo filled with things your soulmate was interested in, that would fluctuate from time to time. You remember that before it was filled with electron diagrams, pi and other math symbols, chemical structural formulas, and things you couldn’t recognize, all coming together to form a science themed tattoo sleeve, but now all that changed. Some tattoos fading to make space for your soulmate’s newest interests, which mainly consisted of the newest superhero to join the scene, Spiderman. Spidey’s logo was now on your bicep, a small avenger’s logo on the base of your wrist, a crest that matched the iron man suit, and spider webs lacing the new tattoos with the old. But the one thing that never changed was the writing that surrounded your wrist that was written in their writing, “always be yourself”

You had the vague idea that your soulmate attended Middletown with you, since the only time the writing on your wrist seemed to tingle, was walking down the corridors of school. But you always thought against finding them, having the idea that they were better off without you. Plus after spending hours staring at your tattoos, you felt that you two would have nothing in common. You may have been smart enough to attend Middletown; however your interests were more inclined to herbs and plants, not science.

So you made the decision to not look for your soulmate, because if they didn’t bother looking for you, then it only proves they didn’t need you in their life. So you would just continue walking down the halls, knowing that someone at school could also feel the tingling sensation on their arm.

You were gathering your supplies to tend your rooftop garden before you headed to sleep, however the last thing that you expected was to see Spiderman on your rooftop. The red and blue hero was resting against the brink ledge, as he clutched his arm, seeing a few gashes on the suit.  

“Spiderman are you ok?” setting down your supplies.

A groan escaped his lips, his body trying to become alert, but couldn’t with how tired he felt. He shook his head, “no, but I’ll be fine in a bit” trying to sound heroic but failing in the process.

You quickly went over to the small first aid kit, knowing that although it wasn’t built for serious injuries, there were still supplies for simple cuts and injuries from when you would nick yourself while tending your garden, “I seriously doubt that.”

As you approached Spiderman, small tingles ran up your arm, as the writing on your wrist started to feel warmer with each passing step. Your heart sped up knowing the reason why your arm was tingling, but right now his injuries mattered more than asking him if he was your soulmate. You gently set your supplies down, being mindful of where he was hurting and ignoring his intense gaze. Your hands were slightly trembling, anxious of being so close to him that you started to question if you could do this. You weren’t sure if you were nervous because you were near Spiderman or near your soulmate. Your licked your lips and emptying your thoughts, reaching out for his right arm, and the moment you touched it, you felt the warm spark run across your arm, confirming the small doubts in your mind, this really was your soulmate.

You didn’t do anything to call attention to it, and focused on the gashes on his suit, seeing the scarlet liquid staining not only the suit but the pale skin underneath. You reached for gauze and peroxide, “this may sting a bit,” the bottle still trembling in your hand, reminding yourself to keep calm.

You looked up at Spidey, wanting some sort of confirmation that he was ok with this. He nodded, and you started to pour the liquid over his wound. A hiss escaped his lips, as the water met the raw skin. You gently started to pat the area dry, making sure that the wound was clean before you moved on to the next. Your whole right arm never stopped sending the small sparks, that you wondered how he could keep his composure, when you were almost a nervous wreck. You looked up at him, meeting the visors that covered his eyes, but it didn’t lessen the speed of your heart or the warmth that was spreading across your face.

“That’s a nice sleeve,” his voice finally filling the silence that surrounded both of you.

“Thanks…it’s based on my soulmate,” your voice coming out as a whisper.

His gloved hand traced over the writing, before he started to travel up the rest of the sleeve, making your heart go into overdrive and your skin so sensitive to his touch, making you bite down on your lower lip, but you didn’t dare ask him to stop. “I know,” his voice no longer sounding hurt, “my arm is filled with flowers,” his hand now tracing over one spider webs.

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better late than never

pairing: saeran/reader
notes: did a fic trade with @kirachama and @zentherainbowunicorn! (both v v lovely people and wonderful writers.) my prompts were ’discounted advent calendars’ and ’a slippery patch of ice.’

When Saeran asked you to stay over with him at his brother’s house for the holidays, you were thrilled.

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rangergurlgleek1211  asked:

Do you have any good sterek club fics? 😀

We do! I haven’t read these so I can’t vouch for the goodness but here are some club fics for ya @rangergurlgleek1211! - Anastasia

Originally posted by stilinskistolemyheart

Erasing Him by scarlettletterr

(1/1 I  2,058 I Mature I Sterek, Scallison, Berica, Jydia I Soulmates)

When Derek was 15, he thought he met his soulmate. But then, she burned his family.
When Stiles was 8, he met his soulmate. But he wanted nothing to do with him.


Soulmate AU where even if you get your soulmark removed, it shows up under UV light.

“We’re going clubbing!” by MezInWonderland

(1/1 I  2,526 I Mature I Sterek I Mates)

“I’m sorry we’re doing what?!” Stiles was incredulous. They couldn’t be serious. Really they couldn’t be. Lydia and Erica were staring at him in amusement. They must be joking.

“Yes Stiles,” They replied in ominous harmony. “We’re going clubbing.”

“I’m looking at you and hearing clubbing but my head is saying no they can’t mean that. They can’t mean let’s take a group of adolescent werewolves, who can barely contain themselves on a good day! to a club, with people. Real people. But it’s okay. Because I know Derek would never agree to this.”

“Actually,” Lydia looked evil, with the current smirk she was sporting, “Actually he already did.”

Dirty Dancing by EscapismOfTheHighestForm

(1/1 I  2,835 I Mature I Sterek I The Jungle)

Basically just a Sterek fic about Jungle. In the gay club scene when stiles and Scott follow Jackson in to keep an eye on Danny.
Just instead of it being Scott and Stiles its Derek and Stiles, as you can imagine things get a little steamy.

reGuardless by raisesomehale

(1/1 I  3,521 I Mature I Sterek I First Kid!Stiles)

The president had been to the point when he explained to Derek the rules of the job.

Stiles was in the room while these rules were recited: Never take your eyes off of him in public. That’s how he liked to dodge his last bodyguards. No more than an arm’s length apart. He’s more slippery than you’d think. Escort him to and from appearances. Intervene in any situation that might tarnish the Stilinski image

The list went on and on. As did the games of chicken Stiles initiated to test Derek with these rules.

BeautifulMonster by SerenityShadows

(2/2 I  3,924 I Mature I Sterek I Girl!Stiles)

When everybody except her Dad and her Drag Queens friends forget her birthday, Stiles feels pretty upset. She gets invited to a club to forgot about it and meets someone she really likes. But, this birthday girl is going to get more surprise gifts then she expects.

lift you to your higher ground by verity 

(1/1 I  4,842 I Explicit I Sterek, Derek.OC I Crossdressing)

Derek takes a deep breath before he looks up. “I was going to Jungle to pick up a guy.”

“Huh.” Stiles taps his fingers against his bottom lip. They come away red; there’s already lipstick on his teeth. “You know, there’s an app for that. Grindr. You're—I bet you could just get guys to come over, like pizza delivery.”

“I don’t like pizza,” Derek says.

One Night Pancakes by literaryoblivion

(1/1 I  5,643 I Explicit I Sterek I Single Dad!Derek)

Derek loves his kids. He does. But… every once in a while he needs a break from them. It’s natural. It’s totally fine. He needs some “me” time occasionally. It’s allowed, okay?

At least this is what he keeps telling himself when he drops the kids and their overnight bags off at his older sister Laura’s house.

The First Chapter in Our Book by SuperfluousEmi, Winchesterek

(1/1 I  6,610 I Explicit I Sterek I Kid!Fic)

Derek takes his daughter Ariana to the library to hear local author Stiles Stilinski read his new book: The Adventures of Ruby the Cat! Derek falls harder than he expected.

Stiles Stilinski’s Guide to Flirting by JessicaMDawn

(1/1 I  8,256 I Teen I Sterek I Awkwardness)

Stiles meets Derek when he’s sixteen. Over the next eight years, he tries to flirt with the hottest guy he’s ever seen and fails to ever get it quite right.

 Not If You Were the Last Fake Boyfriend on Earth by ElasticLove

(1/1 I  8,313 I Mature I Sterek I Fake Boyfriends)

One of Derek’s ex-boyfriends is headed to town and Derek’s not feeling inferior at all.
…yeah that’s a total lie. He needs something to make his life look less pathetic and he thinks maybe a boyfriend would do the trick.
Derek’s willing to let the pack help out… but he draws the line at Stiles becoming his fake boyfriend. No way. Not even if Stiles was the last fake boyfriend on Earth.

Broken Cookie, Shattered Glass by clawstoagunfight

(1/1 I  36,301 I Explicit I Sterek, Scallison, Peter/Melissa, Stanny, Laura/Lydia, Cora/Boyd, Danny/Isaac I Roommates)

After Stiles’ best friend moves out of the apartment the two of them have shared for the last five years and into his own in a different city with his fiancee, Stiles is in desperate need of a new roommate. After a dinner with the Hale family, Stiles finally has a new roommate. The only problem is that he seems to hate Stiles’ guts.

It’s times like this that Hinata is really glad he works out, legs carrying him as fast as they can to the airport gate. He has to make it before Komaeda leaves. He has to tell him everything. Souda and Nanami were right, he can’t deny it anymore.

And he’s leaving for good today. One-way ticket with no intentions of returning.

He nearly falls over rounding the corner toward Komaeda’s gate but manages to barely keep himself on his feet as he bolts to the last gate at the very end. “Komaeda!” he calls out as Komaeda steps up to the counter to have his ticket scanned. “Komaeda! Komaeda!”

Komaeda notices him running and yelling right as he’s about to hand his ticket over. “Hi… nata?” Hinata is here? He doesn’t have much time to process it before Hinata slams into him and wraps his arms tight around him, pinning his arms to his sides.

He buries his face in Komaeda’s shoulder. “Don’t leave,” he mutters. “Don’t leave. I love you, Komaeda. Please don’t leave.”

His body goes tense in Hinata’s arms. “Y-You… Huh?”

Hinata pulls back and grabs both of Komaeda’s hands in his own. “I love you,” he says again. “I’m… I’m so sorry it took me too long to realize it. I’m an idiot. But I love you, and… and I don’t want you to go.” He lifts their hands higher. “Stay here with me, a-and we’ll… we’ll get married. Marry me.”

“…Hinata-kun, you don’t–”

“I do,” he says, cutting him off. “I do want to. I know I want to. More than anything. I don’t want to live my life without you in it. I’ll buy you a ring and do this right later but I don’t… I don’t want you to leave. Please.”

Komaeda knows his face is tinted with a blush, and he can see that Hinata’s is too, and he knows that everyone else at the gate is staring at them and wants this to move along, but…

There’s something in Hinata’s eyes, something real and genuine and tangible. It's love.

He looks at their hands, still joined, then looks back at Hinata.

“Nagito, please.” It’s small, barely there - for him alone.

His eyes dart back to their hands before he tightens his hold on Hinata’s hands and says, very seriously, “Okay.”

The Spectator: Later That Night

Story inspired by: The Spectator by @thewife101cevans

Characters: Chris Evans the Actor, Sebastian Stan the Actor, Unnamed OFC (You)

Summary: Written in the second person, you are about to settle in for the night when there is a knock on the door.

Rating: Explicit 18+ NSFW

Warnings: Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Teasing, Penetration, Sex Against The Wall

Word Count: 1,702

You cinch the robe, knotting the tie around your waist and look through the peep hole in the door to see who you’re going to curse for waking you up at three in the morning. You see a man swinging his arms and checking out both ends of the hall. He lifts his fist to knock again and you open the door before his fist can touch the wood.

Without a word, he steps into the room and closes the door.  He grabs your hips, pulls you closer, and in a last minute tango twist, he has you pinned against the door. His blue eyes mesmerize you. Their gaze so intense, it feels like flames are licking every spot his eyes land. He leans closer, licking his lips.

You gasp, “Seb?” just as his head dips and his lips press against yours. His mouth moves over yours, tongues playing.

Sebastian growls, “My turn.” His body presses you against the door.  

In your chest, your heart is thudding. Desire mixes with guilt—you were just with Chris a few hours ago, but you can feel Sebastian grinding into your hip. Need and want are the same thing. But not without permission first.

Your eyes fly across the room to the dark doorway of the bathroom. You can barely make out the man leaning there. He slowly leans forward into the orange glow of the bedside lamp. With half-lidded eyes, you beg, mouthing Please, Chris.

A dastardly smirk breaks his beard. Chris’ tongue flicks out and licks his lips. He adjusts his excitement with his hand as he gives a sharp nod. Then one finger flies upright and presses into his lips, asking you to not let Sebastian know he has a spectator.

It’s like these two men have a psychic connection. Before you can utter a breathless yes, Seb has the knot loose and is pushing the robe from your shoulders. It falls to the floor at your feet. His eyes fall to your breasts, leering at them like he’s about to devour them.

Redness should be consuming you because of his lewd glare, but this is Sebastian, the man you wanted a few hours before as he watched you in the height or orgasm. Your wet for him. But that doesn’t stop the butterflies from fluttering in your stomach. Chris is watching, after all.

With trembling hands, you reach out. The hem of Sebastian’s soft white t-shirt is in your grip. You pull it up, over his head, and toss it. A thousand lifetimes seem to pass as you stare into those fire-hot eyes while your hands traverse from his shoulders to his chest, though you know it’s mere seconds in reality.

Lower, slower, your hands tumble. Every very curvy wave of muscle in his chest and abs is duly noted for future worship by tongue or lips. You hit the tips of the V and your breath hitches. Your fingers slide in each of the grooves until they meet his hands blocking the path. A quick glance has you biting your lip. He’s already undoing his belt, working it free from his jeans. It falls to the floor with a loud clank as you undo the button and lower the zipper of his jeans.

Sebastian’s cock twitches when you wrap your hand around it. Your fingers and thumb don’t come close to touching, but you give it a friendly tug. He leans into you, burying his face into your neck and cursing the gods above for how good your touch feels. It teases you, knowing he likes it so much. So you slide your hand upward, pick up the bead of moisture at the top, and glide back down.

His mouth lingers, sucking and nipping, lowering until he’s on the soft curve between your shoulder and neck. He slides his hand between your thighs. The wetness between your legs welcomes his touch. It’s so wet, he has no problems sliding in. His deep, lustful voice rumbles through your skin and you feel a sting where his mouth is. Sebastian marked you.

The deeper his fingers explore, the more you stroke him. A little chill of excitement runs up and down your spine when his thumb brushes against your clit. You tilt your hips into him for encouragement and direction. You beg with a soft breath, “Please, Seb.”

Sebastian’s hand pulls free from you, the attention immediately missed. He digs in his jeans pocket before sliding them down his legs and kicking them off to the side. With his eyes holding yours, Sebastian uses his teeth to tear the foil on the condom. He sets it on the tip and you help roll it down his cock.

He shoves you back against the door and steps between your legs. Seb lifts one and hitches it over his hip, over his bulging bicep so he can grip your hip. He leans all the way forward, pressing into the door with his free hand above your shoulder. His mouth glides over yours as he grinds forward. As stiff as he is, it takes a couple of grinds along your slick folds for lubrication before his cock slides into you.

Sebastian swallows your moan with the entry, returning a groan of his own. The first stroke is slow as you stretch to take his girth. The second time is a quicker pass. The third.

The pace increases at a ferocious rate. With every plunge, you feel a little fire sparking inside. Sebastian’s lips land on the crook of your neck, lips kissing, teeth nipping, definitely leaving another mark. Between that and his forceful thrusts, your eyes threaten to roll back in your head. To fully succumb to Seb wouldn’t be right. Chris is a part of this.

Your lift your chin. Your eyes fight to stay open. Chris is in the doorway of the bathroom. He’s still as naked as he was when you left him in your bed moments ago, but his gaze is far from serene. A perfect storm of passion and jealousy swam in his eyes. He bites into his lower lip, probably trying to keep himself quiet. Out of the corner of your eye, you see his hand grip himself and let go.

You lift your chin higher and aim your gaze lower. Chris is erect and ready for action. His hand clenches himself and releases. He’s definitely warring with himself—cum now or save it for later.

Sebastian grips your other leg and drapes his over his arm. The pads of his fingers are digging into your hips. Each finger causes its own little pain into pleasure sensation as it digs deeper the faster he goes. Your eyes stay locked on Chris, letting him read the pleasure that’s quickly building.

You can barely breathe by the time your eyes roll from Chris to Sebastian. Seb is biting into his lower lip in concentration, watching as he plunges into you then pulls out of you. Droplets of sweat roll across his forehead.

The door behind you is rattling in its frame. Everyone in that hall, all of your hotel neighbors will know what you’re doing. And it’s at the point you just don’t care. With a tight grip on Sebastian’s wrists, you pull, spurning him to go faster, harder, deeper. More, just more.

Seb’s eyes lift and catch you observing him. He moves your hand to his bicep and returns his hold on your hip. Every muscle bulges and tenses with every thrust against the door. All that power. All that strength.

His hand slides inward from your hip, grazing the skin with a rough drag until his thumb lands on your nub. A small rotation of your clit sends waves of heat through your body, ending with a moan into the air. Another circle and it happens again. Over and over picking up speed.

Your chin lifts even higher, almost pointed at the ceiling. Your eyelids want to close, but not until your gaze locks with Chris’. He might not be the one fucking you this time, but you refuse to leave him out of the pleasure. He watches you try to fight off the crashing waves of your orgasm. You’re pleading, begging…all with your eyes. A devilish smirk crawls across his face, knowing he still holds the ultimate power over you.

Chris’ tongue douses his lip and he mouths, Come for me.

Sparks fly into your eyesight. Flashes, booms, bangs as you succumb to the tidal wave of pleasure, rushing from your clit where Sebastian’s thumb is still teasing. Electric volts zap up your spine, zip down your legs. Wetness coats Sebastian’s pounding dick. Your muscles clench onto him refusing to let him move anymore. A last breath of air leaves you that very moment it feels like you’re weightless.

Sebastian thrusts into one last time. A loud grant snaps you out of your stupor. You can feel his cock pulsating with his own orgasm and you finally let your eyes close when the last wave washes out.

One last kiss passes, mouths moving together, tongues tasting, Seb’s hands gripping your hips with the last few pulses of his dick, your hands holding tightly to him. Breaths ragged. Pulses furiously racing. Knees fluttery and weak. Heated breaths are exchanged between you, his hot and minty against your skin.

Your eyes open and meet the calmer, tamer, satiated, Seb, and he asks, “Are you embarrassed or something?”

“No,” you breath in between gasps of air. “Why?”

“Because you kept looking away from me.”

You look over Seb’s shoulder and can’t stop your grin. Chris is gripping his left pec as he steps from the doorway, still at attention. You make a quick silent vow to take care of him soon.

“See? I told you Seb would come get his turn tonight,” Chris says with a booming laugh, saving you from having to explain.

Seb tosses a glance over his shoulder. “Dude. Seriously?” He looks back at you with raised eyebrows and asks, “You couldn’t have told me he was here?”

“Where would be the fun in that?”

Seb groans into the air while you and Chris burst out in laughter.

Surround yourself with only people who are going to lift you higher. Life is already filled with enough people who want to bring you down.
It’s less important to have more relationships and more important to have quality ones. Spend time with people who make you better. Surround yourself with those who are going to lift you higher. You will only ever be as great as the people you surround yourself with, so be brave enough to let go of those who keep bringing you down.
You have the right to leave someone. But at least tell them why, cause what’s even more painful than being abandoned; is knowing you’re not worth an explanation. Cause while you’re happy living the time of your life there is this one person waiting and waiting… As if they are thrown in the dead air and you’re the one who will decide what will happen next, are you going to lift them higher or push them back to the ground. But at least they know and they don’t have to spend the rest of their lives waiting for something impossible to happen… Of you coming back.
—  please don’t leave || s.j.