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Bats are the most cute creatures in the world.

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"now you see me" more like now i see fucking nothing bc there is NO ONE HERE the fandom is in the GRAVE

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young god | MASTERLIST

Everything to do with Young God (Han Jisung Serial Killer!AU) can be found here. For the full immersive experience – complete with character excerpts, missing footage, and the series trailer, enjoy in the following order:

SERIES TRAILER

PLAYLIST

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SEBASTIAN STAN 2022 | Greg Swales ph. for L’Officiel USA

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Peter Parker being your boyfriend and when everyone finds out his identity you’re there for him to lean on and you remind him it’s ok to take a break sometimes <3

gif by kieumy-vu !

w/c: 764

warnings: angst, descriptions of injuries

a/n: a concept i adore :,( thank you thank you thank you for the idea i hope you love this as much as i do <3

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you let out a long sigh, hugging peter close to you. he’s curled up in your lap with his face hidden in your shoulder. you’re on the couch at happy’s condo, where peter is currently staying. it’s safer for him here than at his own apartment.

he’d just gotten slimed while out on patrol, the green and gooey substance meant to resemble mysterio’s signature color. he exposed peter’s identity and framed him for his murder, yet the public’s loyalty lies with him.

despite the fact that the whole world has turned on both peter and spider-man, he’s still doing his part to protect his city. he puts up a front, tries to ignore the looks of disgust and cruel words whispered from his fellow new yorkers. he acts like it doesn’t bother him. but, you know better.

peter is hurting, and you wish more than anything that you could take his pain away.

“i’m sorry, y/n,” peter mumbles into your shoulder. he squeezes you tight around your middle. “i’m sorry.”

he’s been doing that a lot lately; apologizing. apologizing for things he can’t control, sometimes apologizing for no reason at all. apologizing for needing you.

he called you up after the incident earlier, near tears when he told you what had happened. you came right over. he didn’t even have to ask.

“it’s okay, baby. you’re okay,” you coo and kiss the top of peter’s head, lips lingering for a moment. “can i see your eye?”

peter timidly peeks up at you, gripping onto your waist. he’s holding you like he’s afraid he’ll lose you. his brows raise in anticipation, your eyes locking with his as you check them over. you use your fingertips to turn his head to the side, fingers keeping it in position by his jawline.

some slime had seeped through his mask and into his eye. it’s stuck on his skin now, splattered onto the bridge of his nose and apple of his cheek. you’d helped him clean it off to the best of your abilities. these are the remnants.

“is it bad?” peter asks. his lips twitch into a pout. “it’s getting better. just a little red is all,” you speak calmly, thumb caressing his jaw. “we should do another warm compress later. must be itchy, huh?” you inquire. peter nods once, letting his face lean into your palm. “okay. we’ll take care of it,” you give him a reassuring smile.

you press a kiss to the bridge of peter’s nose, winding your arms around him. he goes back to his hiding place in your shoulder.

“i’m so sorry,” peter tells you once again. “i’m so… i’m so…”

you don’t realize he’s crying until you hear a sniffle. your heart absolutely breaks.

“let it out, peter. it’s okay,” you hum, your cheek squished against the top of his head.

peter sobs quietly, his weight resting completely on your body as he struggles to hold himself up. you cup the back of his head in one hand, your other staying on his upper back. he clutches onto your sides. your fingers work through some knots in his curls, quiet shushes leaving your lips every once in a while.

the tears stop once peter has cried all that’s left in him. he slowly pulls away from your shoulder, a wet spot now prominent on your hoodie.

“thank you,” peter murmurs, smiling a crooked smile. “and, uh, sorry about that,” he points to your hoodie. you grin back. “don’t be. i stole it from you, anyway,” you remind him.

peter chuckles breathily, eyes crinkling.

it’s so rare to see him smile these days.

he wipes his nose with the back of his hand, then his eyes with his t-shirt. your hand slides down to the back of his neck and plays with some curls dangling there.

“you should think about taking a day off, peter,” you suggest. “or two. you deserve it,” you meet his eyes. peter exhales a breath through his mouth, his nose stuffy. “yeah, i think i will. normally i’d fight you on it, but after today…” he shakes his head.

you giggle, peter joining in your laughter. your faces are mere inches apart. his forehead pushes against yours, gaze flitting between your eyes and lips to silently ask for permission. you answer by brushing your lips over his, fingers wrapping around his neck.

peter kisses you so softly, making you feel his love in every movement. you pull him towards you with your hand on his neck to deepen the kiss.

he’s okay.

he’s going to be okay.

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Isn't it Delicate?

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synopsis: after three years of no contact, when you get paired with lee minho for a course project you get to build back the friendship you both had left behind. It would have been perfectly fine if the reunion hadn't brought out your suppressed feelings for the boy you had bottled in years ago, but of course when is life ever that simple?

pairing: gender neutral! reader x minho

genre: smau, university au, ex-friends to close friends to lovers, fluff, angst

playlist

character introduction

1. long time no see

2. first day of class

3. hi y/n

4. do they know?

5. soonie doongie dori stan

6. study sessions

7. at the lovestay cafe

8. you're really good

9. come home

10. outside your dorm

11. maybe just a little bit

12. the performance

13. drunk texts

14. only want you

15. stop reading my chat

16. what did minho do

17. <3

18. movie night

19. cats >>>

20. such an obedient kid

21. i'm jealous

22. you know joy

23. it's complicated

24. can't even look at him

25. thank you for existing in my life

26. the last exam

27. he had it coming

28. they're talking again

29. I don't swing that way

30. back to square one

31. the confrontation

32. too drunk to care

33. I'd love to go

34. the picnic

35. you'll never lose me

bonus

several years down the lane

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tom or peter reading about the 5 love languages a person can have and throughout the day he tries and incorporate all of them but make it super obvious that readers can tell? if that makes sense 😭

to be loved, to be in love

w/c: 2,082

warnings: literally one swear

a/n: ugh this is such an adorable concept thank you for sending it in :,) i haven’t written for tom in a minute so i hope i did him justice ahhhh but without further ado enjoy my loves <3

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tom is browsing his feed when he comes across an article about love languages. he’s familiar with some of them, but he admittedly doesn’t have much knowledge of the topic. interested in learning more, he decides to read through the article.

he starts to wonder which love language yours is as he reads. it’s important to him that you feel heard and appreciated in your relationship, and catering to it would be a way of doing that. with valentine’s day around the corner, he figures now is the perfect time to start.

he’s got a few ideas as to how he’ll go about it.

❥ acts of service

you wake to the smell of pancakes and a kiss on your cheek. cracking an eye open, you find tom knelt beside your shared bed. he sets a plate down on your night table, next to a mug of coffee made just the way you like it.

“what’s all this?” you wonder, a grin pulling at your lips. tom smiles back. “g’morning, darling. i made you a little breakfast in bed,” he explains. “hope you’re hungry, hm?” he pecks your lips, you giggling. “i am. thank you, baby. ‘s sweet of you,” you beam at him, now sitting up. tom hands you your coffee.

“you’re welcome, darling. enjoy it.”

you sip the drink he so graciously prepared for you, tom joining you on the bed. he adjusts the covers so they’re around your frame and loops an arm around your middle, fingers running up and down your side. you decide to trade your coffee for the pancakes.

“ooh, let me,” he offers, retrieving the plate from you to cut your food. you watch him do so with your eyes narrowed curiously. “alright, what’s going on? what’s the occasion?” you finally question. “occasion? what’re you on about, y/n?“ tom cocks his head to the side.

he returns your breakfast to you, ready to eat.

“it’s not every day chef holland is in the kitchen. you’re up to something,” you point out, shoving a forkful of pancake in your month nevertheless. “but i’ll allow it ‘cuz these are really good,” you speak between bites.

tom chuckles, using his thumb to wipe some syrup off your upper lip.

“yeah? you like them?” he takes note.

could acts of service be your love language?

“mhm,” you mumble and bite into another piece. “where have you been hiding these culinary skills of yours?” a smirk graces tom’s features, hand shooing at you playfully. “stop it, you’re making me blush,” he jokes. you poke one of his freckled cheeks. “seriously! you should try some,” you hold out your plate to him.

“no, no. you enjoy them,” tom repeats, patting your thigh gently. “i wanted do something nice for you.”

you lean over and capture his lips in a kiss that you each smile into. tom licks the taste of maple syrup off when you pull away, humming in satisfaction.

one down, four to go.

❥ words of affirmation

“hey, love,” tom announces his presence. he’s standing in the doorway of the room designated as both of your offices. “what’re you working on?”

your fingers fly fast across your keyboard, a lengthy document displayed on your laptop screen.

“english paper. i’m trying to get ahead on assignments so i have valentine’s free,” you clarify, frowning at tom from your desk. “uni is kicking my ass, tom.”

you look like you could use a pep talk.

tom comes to stand behind you. his hands settle on your shoulders, beginning to rub them soothingly.

“i know, love. you’re doing wonderfully, though,” tom coos. “just stick with it. you can bang this out in no time.”

he peppers a couple of kisses to the back of your neck while his fingers continue to relax your tense shoulders. your head lolls back against your chair, gaze shifting up to tom.

“you think so?” you flash your best puppy eyes. “for sure. you’re a stellar student, y/n/n. i’m so proud of you,” tom praises you, kissing the top of your head. “it’s not easy, what you’re doing here. i understand there’s a lot of pressure,” he acknowledges. you nod, your head heavy.

“i mean, i never even made it to university,” tom adds to lighten the mood. “give yourself some credit, won’t you?”

his sentiment earns a laugh from you, which he considers to be a success. perhaps words of affirmation do it for you instead.

“thanks, tom. you always know just what to say,” you sigh out, placing one of your hands atop his. you bring your connected hands to your lips and kiss the back of his. “i really needed that extra motivation.” tom interlocks his pinkie with yours, his signet ring brushing your skin. “anytime, darling. i’ve got you,” he assures you.

“well, i should probably get back to work,” you complain, grip on tom’s hand tightening. “will you keep me company?”

tom grins down at you.

“absolutely.”

❥ quality time

it’s later that day when you emerge from your office. tom ventured off to the kitchen a while ago to fix you a snack, which is where you find him. he’s humming softly as he rummages through the fridge.

he sneaks tessa a piece of cheese and scratches behind her ears while she devours it.

“there we are, tess. you like that, don’t you?”

her tail wags back and forth in response, you snickering at the encounter.

tom hears this and turns around to face you, brows raised. tessa trots over to you. you squat to the floor so you can pet her, stroking at her belly.

“i was just on my way back,” tom tells you with a box in hand. “i got these chocolates you like, if you fancy them.” you scrunch your nose when tessa begins to sniff your face, tom breathing out a laugh. “sounds good. i think i’m gonna take a break, by the way,” you announce.

“mm, you’ve earned it,” tom pads over to you and tessa. “been cooped up at that desk all day.”

you rest your head on his shoulder, tom snaking an arm around your waist.

he recalls reading about another love language that’s centered around one-on-one time with your partner. now, he has an opportunity to test that out.

“how about we go for a walk?” tom suggests. “the weather’s quite nice, and some fresh air would do you good.” a tired smile appears on your lips. “sure, that would be refreshing. let’s bring tess,” you agree. his lips press to the side of your head. “i’ll grab her leash. wait right here,” tom mumbles against you.

he’s such a god send.

you munch on the chocolates and give tess more pets while tom gathers her leash. he hooks it to her collar, then the two of you throw on your coats. you’re out the door soon after.

your arm is linked in tom’s as you stroll through your neighborhood, tessa leading you both. it’s not often you’re able to share moments like this one, with your busy lives to live. you’ve missed this.

“i appreciate how much you do for me, T,” you speak quietly, nuzzling your face in tom’s neck. “i really do. you’ve been so lovely to me today, and every day. can’t thank you enough.”

you two stop on the sidewalk, tessa wanting to explore a patch of grass. tom hugs you with the hand that isn’t holding her leash.

“aw, y/n/n. you don’t have to thank me. i love you so much, you know?” tom murmurs. “i know. i love you, T,” you peck a spot on his jawline.

you continue on your walk, staying close to tom’s side.

“so, tell me more about your paper,” tom prompts you. “how’s it coming along?”

❥ gifts

“darling? have you seen my ring?” tom calls from the bedroom. he’s searching random drawers, huffing and puffing. “whereabouts is it?” he mutters under his breath.

you’ve finished your english paper at last, so your schedule is cleared for the day. you come into the room to help tom look.

“did you check your finger?” you tease, tom dramatically rolling his eyes. “haha, very funny. but i’m serious. i’ve no clue where it’s gone,” he whines. you rub his back to comfort him. “the signet ring, right?” you wonder. “that’s the one,” tom confirms, closing the drawer he had been going through.

“not again. what happened to your vow to never take it off after last time?” you shake your head. “i have my reasons!” tom defends. “just, let me…”

the ring suddenly catches his eye. lo and behold, it’s on his pinkie where it normally resides.

“never mind,” tom wiggles his fingers to show you. “oh, you div!” you gasp, pushing at his back lightly. “what did you need it for, anyway?”

tom slips the signet ring off his pinkie, shooting you a wide grin.

“actually, i wanted you to have it,” he reveals, reaching for your hand. your eyes go wide. “wait, what?”

tom read that with gifts, they should convey thoughtfulness and gratitude for your partner. it’s only fitting he gives you his signet ring. it’s special to him, and so are you.

“yeah,” tom shrugs like it’s nothing, sliding the ring onto your pinkie now. you ogle at it, your hand in his. “tom, baby. i… i can’t,” you almost whisper. “of course you can, darling,” he insists. “why couldn’t you?”

“because it belongs to your family. you should keep it,” your eyebrows knit together. “it’s yours, tom.” he grabs your other hand, bringing both to his heart. “you are family, y/n/n. it’s yours, too,” he corrects you. “it would mean a lot to me if you had it. i really do want you to.”

you meet tom’s eyes to be sure. he nods, urging you on.

the gesture is so beyond kind of him, but so out of the blue.

“okay,” you concede with a small smile. “i’ll take good care of it.”

tom places a kiss to your forehead, an arm winding around you.

“never had a doubt in my mind you would.”

❥ touch

you and tom are snuggled on the couch for a rom com marathon to end the night, in honor of valentine’s day being soon.

he’s tried out every love language to see which you respond the most to, although you seemed to have responded to all of them. there’s only one more he hasn’t yet attempted; physical touch.

“love?” tom gets your attention. “hm?” you shift your gaze from the tv to him. he spreads his legs, doing grabby hands for you. “c’mere. wanna hold you,” he requests with a dopey smile.

you giggle and climb into his lap, legs straddling him. tom cuddles your waist, letting his hands travel under the hoodie you borrowed from him. his warm palms knead at the bare flesh of your lower back. you exhale as your eyes flutter closed.

“you’ve got quite a few knots down here, love,” tom observes. “does this hurt at all?” you curl your arms around his torso. “no, feels so much better. keep going,” you encourage him.

tom carefully massages your back and kisses both your cheeks, his thumbs caressing your hipbones simultaneously. you let out noises of content, burying your face in tom’s chest. your hand moves up to his bicep and squeezes.

the reflection of the tv glints from the signet ring on your pinkie, tom biting back a smile.

“i love you,” you say against his chest. “i love you, too,” tom breathes.

that’s when it clicks.

“guess this is the one, then,” he speaks to himself. “huh?” you pop your head up, squinting at him. “what’re you talking about?” tom’s hands still in their movements, his lips pursed. “your love language. it’s physical touch, i believe,” he elaborates.

“i guess it is,” you echo. your elbow rests on tom’s shoulder, chin propped in your hand. “since when do you know about love languages?” you scoff. “since today,” tom deadpans. “i’ve been trying to figure out which one yours is. now i know.”

“i knew you were up to something!” your mouth drops open. “that’s honestly really cute, though. you’re too good to me.” you kiss tom’s shoulder. he clicks his tongue, fully enveloping you in his embrace. “come on, you deserve it.”

you feel so at home in tom’s arms, relaxing into him. his fingers glide around to your back once again.

“where were we?”

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only fools fall for you | hyunjin sm au | final part

series: only fools fall for you

pairing: dancer! hyunjin x dancer! reader

fic type: social media au (with few written parts)

genre: college au, angst, enemies to lovers, smut and some fluff

word count: 35K words (i…don’t have an excuse)

warnings: angst, cursing, alcohol, jealousy, making out, dirty talk, sexual tension, grinding, fingering, cockwarming, dom! hyunjin, unprotected sex, lots of feelings, sub! hyunjin, hair pulling, overstimulation

a/n: oh my god, it’s finally here haha. i absolutely cannot believe that this story is over, because it meant everything to me throughout the last year, and throughout the time hyun was gone. i’m so glad to have gotten to share this with you, and i could cry at the love you’ve shown me. i’ve poured everything into this chapter, and i hope you guys love it so much and that i didn’t disappoint.

since it’s so long, it takes two minutes or three to load, if you’re using the tumblr mobile app, and would be easier on the browser, or pc !! please look forward to it, and get comfortable, and you can even listen to my playlist, given in my masterlist. once again, thanks for everything.

a huge thanks to @ortali for making this beautiful gif for this chapter, and all my other ones! <3

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Hyunjin liked to believe that he was a precise person. He was careful, determined, and usually on time. As a dancer, he’d become more meticulous than most people, realizing how precious time was, especially when he worked on such thin deadlines always. He was used to a routine, to being present at the studio at the early crack of dawn for most of his young life, because he would be the one feeling the loss of his practice hours, if his show turned out less than perfect. He knew that the only person who could carry his performance to perfection was himself, and perhaps that was a lot of pressure on him, but he had grown into it, and it was now a part of who he was.

Hyunjin liked to believe that he was not late. Most days.

Today was not one of those days.

He let out another groan, watching his friend Felix, from the doorway as he haphazardly tossed jackets in a duffel bag.

“What? I’m going as fast as I can!” Felix responded to the noise of frustration, turning around to grab another pair of jeans from the dresser.

“Well, Yongbok, it’s not fast enough” Hyunjin sighed, as Felix dumped items in the bag.

“We are not going to miss the bus, Jinnie, just calm down” He reassured, as he slipped off his sweatpants, now stood in his underwear.

“What the hell are you undressing for?” Hyunjin’s eyes widened “We need to have left the house ten minutes ago, this is not the time to change”

“Since when are you so anal about time? It’s not like they’ll leave without us” Felix shot back, as he jumped into a pair of jeans, one leg at a time, far too slow for Hyunjin’s liking.

He rest his head on the doorway, eyes shut “You don’t know. They just might”

“Oh stop. As if your girlfriend will let them go without you”

“My girlfriend? Felix I already told you - ”

“Yeah yeah yeah. She’s not your girlfriend yet, but you’re in love with her, and she’s in love with you and you’ve already fucked countless times so I think calling her your girlfriend may not be too far off”

Hyunjin sighed “Are you done?”

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only fools fall for you | hyunjin sm au | part 62

series: only fools fall for you

pairing: dancer! hyunjin x dancer! reader

fic type: social media au (with few written parts)

genre: college au, angst, enemies to lovers, smut and some fluff

word count: 25K words (i’m …really sorry lol)

part 62: daisy

warnings: cursing, drinking, a cliche bar brawl, angst, angst, making out, flashback, dirty talk, suggestive tones

a/n: well that was a lot, and i hope you guys love it, and that it matches your expectations. i loved writing this, make sure to get a snack and get comfortable since it’s so long. feel free to put on the playlist in my masterlist if you’d like.

a huge thanks to @ortali for making this beautiful gif for this chapter, and all my other ones! <3

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Everything was pink and it was beautiful. It was as if you were floating through air, your head light and fuzzy, warmth in every limb. The music was loud, resonating from every part of your body, liquor flowing through your veins feeling like liquid fire.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling, and your throat hurt from laughing all night, but your lips felt warm.

He was kissing you.

His lips on you were rough, and hot, a stark contrast to how cold his palms were as they slid up your top. Your legs felt like jelly, mind clouded with the scent of vodka, mixed with cigarette smoke. You felt the soreness of a doorknob, digging into your back and you let out a whine.

“What is it?” He asked, teeth lightly grazing your neck and you bit your lip to suppress a moan, feeling it all the way down to your toes.

“This feels nice” You sighed, running your hands through his beautiful blonde hair, nails scraping, tugging at it.

“Yeah, you’re fucking hot” He mumbled, leaving a wet kiss on your collarbone, fingers pulling your top aside as he did so. His other hand slid around your waist, pulling you into him. His hands were harsh, unusual, different, but they were making you feel good, so it didn’t matter. They always made you feel so good. They slid down to your ass, squeezing it through your jeans.

“Fuck, Hyunjin” You breathed, tipping your head back against the door.

The kissing stopped, and his hand dropped from your body.

“Who the hell is Hyunjin?”                                                  

“What?” You opened your eyes, staring at the boy.

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silent "i love you's" | cc!mcyts x reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ summary: how do they silently say "i love you"?

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ includes: feral boys + wilbur !

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ pronouns: none mentioned

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ note: ty @mitzimania for helping me think of this !

dream:

gentle hugs, all the time.

whenever he arrives home, leaves the house, sees you studying, etc. it always the warmest.

sapnap:

orders your usuals wherever he goes.

he eats out pretty often and always remembers to pick up some for you as well. even if it's really specific, you know he will always get it perfectly.

george:

wash the dishes.

you've never touched a single dirty/soapy dish. he loves little acts of service and he will automatically do it, even after an extremely draining day.

wilbur:

rests his head on yours and squishes your cheeks with his palms.

he just loves being near you and seeing you get "annoyed"- it always makes the two of you giggle. sometimes he would do it to cheer you up.

karl:

giving you flowers.

picks them right off the side off the road- wild and bright, reminding you of him.

quackity:

squeezes your hand.

he just wants you to know he's there for you always, squeezing three times- "i-luv-u".

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Party Collection Part 2

[Jius] Platform Leather Pumps 01

25 swatches

4k+ Polygons

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[Jius] Leather Mules 03

25 swatches

5k+ Polygons

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[Jius] Bow Socks 01

16 swatches

3k+ Polygons

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[Jius] Anklet Set 02

3 swatches

3k+ Polygons

Patreon ( Early access )

❤️ Public release on 4th Feb, 2022 ❤️

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TAEYONG for W Korea (February 2022)

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S4CC // MMSIMS Dunk Low Sneakers

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Early Access / Public release : Feburary 4, 2022 (KST)

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Telekinetic battle

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you love me, i love you

description. peter parker is just too pretty to not kiss. (he thinks you are too.)

pairing. tasm!peter parker x reader

word count. 1.4k

warnings. use of ‘pretty baby’, ‘angel’

author’s notes. what id do to make out with this boy help

“Is my pretty baby comfortable?”

Your heart swelled at Peter’s words which stuck to your mind like sweet syrup. His voice was soft, barely above a whisper, but you could hear him smile into his words. And hearing them yourself was like drinking a cup of warm honey tea. Your lip was tucked under your teeth as you chewed it, cheeks heating at his tone.

He could hear your heart race.

Your head was pulled into the warm crook of his neck. He felt you inhale, breath hot against his skin. Peter smelled nice. He always did. You could tell he used his aunt’s shampoo. It was sweet and strong, but not overwhelmingly so. Just enough.

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bedhead {k. jacobs}

- welcome to me self-projecting,,, 

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Streaks of sunlight decorated the walls as you and Karl lay in bed despite it being well past noon. His head rests on your chest with his arm slung over your middle as he scrolls through TikTok. Your phone sits forgotten by your side as you study what you can see of his face. The soft slope of his nose, his eyes that scrunch up when he finds a particular video funny, and his oh so fluffy bed head. His hair is sticking out in different directions and you’re sure if he lifted his head, his hair would be flat on one side. 

You card your hand through his hair in an attempt to tame it, “Your hair is so long baby.” 

He hums in response as he turns his phone off and sits up slightly to meet your eyes. 

“I’ve been meaning to go get it cut.”

You frown as you continue to run your hands through it, only mussing it up further. When you drag your nails slightly against his scalp he exhales softly. “I like your fluffy hair though. You look cute. Besides I’d miss your terrible bedhead.” He doesn’t answer, he just smiles gently, his eyes soft with adoration

You can tell the rhythmic movement of your hand in his hair is lulling Karl back to sleep. His eyes flutter close and he rests his head back on your chest. 

“We really should get out of bed baby. It’s getting late.” A quick tap of your phone confirms your suspicions as 1:17 flashes across its screen. His arms tighten around your waist as you finish your sentence, afraid you’re gonna leave him in bed alone. 

“Just a little bit longer. You’re so warm.” He holds you impossiblely closer, giving you no room to leave even if you wanted to.

With a smile, you sigh and resume running your hands through his hair. “Five more minutes couldn’t hurt anybody.”

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Finger Nails (Dick Grayson x reader)

Summary-Dick Grayson has always been a sucker for women who knew how to look after themselves, whether it be in a fight, or just in appearance. So when he started to notice that only two of your fingers of your dominant hand had chipped nail polish and shape, let’s just say he was intrigued.

Warnings: smut with a whole lot of plot

Word count: 6924 (strap in boys)

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