[shelby-love]

PETER PARKER | “Empire State”

Requested: no Published: December 31st, 2021 Pairing: Established Peter Parker x Reader Prompt(s): none Warning(s): none Word count: 2k Author’s note: I’m obsessing over Andrew’s Spidey which is why I need to get all these ideas out of my system

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While at it please read my “Way Too Far From Home” one shot. 

“Babe? Babe? Where are you?”

You took a long look around yourself, catching breath with immense difficulty while among the scraper high building tops of the New York city skyline. Here at the peak, there was nothing but the East River and tinted windows to look at while your hair constantly whipped in your face. Your knees shook as you gripped the phone, crouching on the metal platform while you were cuffed against its railing. You had twisted and turned until your phone had somehow managed to fall to your ear.  

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[darkbluenovember]

I can't even begin to tell you, how much comfort this gave me. I'm in love with this.

[replanting]

sometimes im like…..what is the point of all this ??? and then i hang out with the people i love, and for a brief moment, i see

[antimonarchy]

reblog this post and say in the tags whether you know how to write in cursive. I’m curious

[fizzydrink698]

here’s a question for readers bc i’m quite curious 🥰

which of my fics was the first you read? and was that the one that got you invested? 👀

[heyimboredtalktome]

okay so what's ur eye color, favorite season and zodiac

[2103lovexx]

People don't realize how much strength it takes to pull your own self out of a dark place mentally. So, if you've done that today or any day, I'm proud of you.

[natasharomanovf]

Afraid [S.W]

Description: Sam comforts you when you worry about going on missions.

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, angsty themes, avengers au, the reader worries, Sam’s your partner.

MASTERLIST

“You okay?” Sam said, loud enough for you to hear but not enough to startle you.

You’d just gotten back from the last mission, and you’d decided to go back to your own place instead of staying at the compound. Sam had offered to drive you back since his place wasn’t too far from yours either.

It wasn’t unusual for you to be tired after a long week, but it was a rare occurrence for you and Sam to be in the same room without one of you cracking a joke or making the other laugh. For most of the journey, you’d leant your head against the window gazing off into the distance.

Sometimes silence was welcomed, but Sam could tell that there was something different about his partner.

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[maaneskin]

106 — if chan didn’t know you better he would’ve just thought you were shy. but he did know you and he knew how you reacted when everything became too much for you to handle. he was sitting besides his grandfather, listening as he rambled on about rubik’s cubes, but his eyes were on you.

you sat at the edge of the table─as always─ resting your head in your hands. you felt like your head was going to explode. everything was loud. you could hear everything that was going on in the room. from people chewing and swallowing their food to talking. it was tiring and you just wanted to go home.

chan watched as you raised your head, and looked for him. you found him quickly and made eye contact, he could see the tiredness in eyes. he silently asked you if you wanted to leave by motioning towards the door.

you nodded softly. you could feel the tears press on, and you were sure if chans aunt started tapping her nails against the table again, they would fall.

chan excused himself and stood up. when he reached you he kneeled down on the ground. “you wanna leave now?” he whispered, knowing you didn’t like attention.

you nodded again, as you fought the tears from falling.

“okay, go get your shoes and jacket on, i’ll say goodbye,” he stood up and walked over to his mom. “mom, (name) isn’t feeling well, so we’re going home,”

“oh, okay, tell them to get well soon,”

“i will, goodbye,”

“get home safe,” she called after him.

chan shot his mom a smile as he left the dining room. “you ready?” he asked you.

you had already gotten your shoes and jacket on. you were simply waiting for him.

he quickly put his shoes on and took his jacket. “let’s go,”

the ride home was quiet. chan understood that you didn’t wanna talk and just wanted to be left alone. he didn’t experience social exhaustion the same way you. sure, sometimes he just wanted to be alone but he could manage.

when you got home you quietly took off your shoes and jacket and went into your room, closing the door behind you.

chan didn’t say anything as he took his shoes off. he knew he just needed to leave you alone and you would come out when you were recharged. he made some tea and put on a movie.

half way through the movie he heard your door open, and 10 seconds later you waddled into the living room, wrapped up in a blanket. “are you feeling better now?”

“hmm,”

“c’mere,” he opened his arms.

you waddled over to him and fell into his open arms. “thank you,” you mumbled into his chest, as he began to rub your back soothingly.

“no problem,”

[yyxgin]

𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 (𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠)

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐮, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒𝟔𝟎

//

"i'm so tired," you mumble from your bed, hearing your best friend giggle from the other side of the room.

"i should probably get going, then," he says. you've spent the whole day together at your place, just talking the time away.

"or you could stay," you hum, turning around on the bed so you're facing him and making grabby hands at jisung standing almost at the door, "and cuddle." 

"y/n, i-"

"jisung. come here," you pout, "cuddle." 

well, when you really had to pout like that, keeping your arms open so he can easily slip into the bed next to you, how could the poor boy ever say no?

and so he shakes his head with a humongous grin on his face, literally jumping on the mattress, hugging you around the waist from behind and keeping you close. he feels butterflies in his stomach, but tries to ignore them due to the fact that you've always been only his best friend, nothing more. 

they became harder and harder to ignore as you turn around in his hold, though, snuggling your arms around his tiny waist, going as far as clasping your legs around his and nuzzling your nose into his neck. your breathing tickles his skin, causing him to giggle. 

"you're so clingy today." he muses with a low voice, playing with your hair.

"you know you love it," you point out, and you were right. he loved every second of it. 

"sure," he laughs, resting his chin on the top of your head. when did it get so comfortable? he swore he could fall asleep right then and there, with you in his arms, dreaming of something that could never come true.

your cold nose nudges his neck before he feels a soft peck settling on the sensitive skin, causing his soul to almost jump out of his body at the action. is this how love feels like?

"what was that for?" he asks, trying to sound unbothered by your affection.

"i don't know," you snicker, "wanna give me one back?" 

his heart starts beating faster, praying you don't feel it when you pull away a little just to pucker your lips, your eyes still closed tiredly and he doesn't know if you're teasing him or not, but suddenly, he can't control himself. 

and so he just goes for it. he kisses you, quickly and sweetly, waiting for you to kick him out of your bed and never talk to him again, but you only stay there, a dreamy look on your face as he pulls away and stares at your face. that alone gives him more courage to kiss you again, deeper this time, making sure he remembers every inch of your lips forever in case this is only a one time opportunity, feeling you kiss him back with such tenderness he thinks he's going to explode.

once you pull away, you nuzzle your nose back to the crook of his neck, fanning over the sensitive skin, putting one last, wordless butterfly kiss to the spot before you fall asleep in his arms.

[darkbluenovember]

this is so so cute

[yyxgin]

𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 || 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨

𝟓𝟎𝟎 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐮

///

your body moves in front of him, your back turned to him as you watch yourself in the mirror, your hips swaying dangerously close to his body, a focused expression sitting on top of your beautiful face. the music rings in his ears as he dances with you, the chemistry between the two of you unspoken, yet so visible to the both of you as his hand reaches for your waist in the practiced dance move of the choreography.

your head moves back a little to almost rest on his shoulder, as if to tease him for the feelings that he's hiding with the alluring grin on your face, his fingers trailing along your side up. your bodies melt against each other, your hand reaching up to his hair only for a beat before you abruptly move and stride away from him, just as you've practiced many times before.

the choreography is deep, meaningful. not many people can see, though, the beauty of it all.

minho almost laughs at the irony of it. the two of you dancing like this, the tension between the two of you high, yet you still feel so comfortable in each other's presence. it's like the choreography was made just for the two of you, as if the story of your relationship was told by the moves of your bodies in the half-empty practice room.

your figure moves with longing a few steps away from him, following the beat exactly, symbolizing the lust you two had for each other and then bringing him closer to you, finally having his hands on your body again. 

the moves are sophisticated, well thought-out. the spark in your eye brings him closer, only for you to run away from him again, his hand tugging you to him as if he needed you to breathe. you break away from his hold, arms wide, the action causing his body to step back as the two of you dance in unison, eyes flickering to the other one ever so slightly every beat. 

and when the final lyrics hit, minho almost feels himself scoffing again at the irony of this situation. the choreography was exactly like the two of you — longing lust cut off the last minute, his hands tugging you closer to him as you break away like a bird set free, but never truly stop looking back at him. 

"i messed this up." the singer says, the song ending, fading away as both of your heavy breaths resonate through the now silent practice room.

minho wishes you looked at him like when you're dancing all the time. too bad you never make eye contact unless you do. 

loud clapping is heard in the room as the choreographer nods, a happy grin sitting on his features. "you portray the emotion so well!" 

of course we do, almost tells him minho, but stops himself in the same exact second. he doesn't want to upset you any more.

because yes, minho really did mess this up. 

and there was no coming back now.

//

yes i did indeed write this based on that 30 second clip of minho singing know me too well that's been living in my mind 24/7 rent free ever since it came out

[darkbluenovember]

so good :((

[nightshade-minho]

-Lessons-

warnings: teachers!au, light choking, degradation, possessiveness, marking, creampie.

wc: 1k

You love your job, you really do. Shaping the young minds of tomorrow? You loved playing a part in this, the chance to be a part of a profound change. It had always been your dream job, ever since you were a kid and realized you had a natural talent for tutoring. 

However at times like this, you wished you’d stuck to your original wish of becoming a journalist. As much as there were benefits to being a teacher, there were also some terrible cons.

And half of them were Seo Changbin. 

You gritted your teeth as he leaned against the door to your class, his expression a little angry, for some reason. “Hurry up, Miss Y/n, the Principal needs you in his office.”

You narrowed your eyes, furious that he’d thought it was appropriate to interrupt you when you were teaching. You wanted to choke him. How did he have the audacity to look pissed when he was the one being a nuisance at the moment? 

“I’m in the middle of something.” You muttered, glaring at him as your heart pounded in your chest. You really hoped your students wouldn’t sense the thick tension between the two of you. You’d already heard whispers about you both. Some of the students even went as far as to ‘ship’ both of you. 

Ugh. You shuddered as the notes you sometimes saw in the girl’s bathroom came to mind. “Mr. Changbin is so hot…unfortunately I think he’s into Miss Y/n..” and then a reply beneath saying, ‘They’re definitely fucking.’  Written in permanent marker, no less.

Kids.

“Come on, Y/n.” He bit his lip, shaking his head. “It’s important. Your presence is required at this meeting…the Principal really needs your help.”

Right. He was such a terrible fucking liar.

Sighing, you nodded. “Fine.”

***

“Fuck, Changbin- the bell’s going to ring any s-second now.” You managed to get out a sentence, even as his cock rammed into you over and over again.

“I don’t give a shit.” He growled. “I saw the way that fucking P.E teacher was staring at you. Chan, is it? He thinks he’s so superior just because he has a nice set of abs.” Changbin spat, his fingers digging into your hips as he fucked you. Whining, you leaned back onto the desk, watching him above you.

“You’re mine, and I’ll make sure to keep reminding you of that. Even if we both have classes in a few minutes.” He used his grip on your waist to move you further down the desk, making you helplessly slide up and down his cock. You could do nothing but moan, tears pricking at your eyes as you felt his cock steadily opening up your tight heat.

“Want to see all of you.” He mumbled. Leaning down, he grabbed your blouse suddenly, ripping it open and making the buttons scatter all over the floor. You let out a gasp, glaring up at him.

“Why did you-”

Changbin cut you off with a kiss, tongue pushing past your lips as he ran his hands over your lace bra. “Fuck, do your students know what a little whore you are, baby? Is this for me?”

You whimpered as he thrusted right into your sweet spot, drawing desperate mewls from your mouth. Shaking your head, you reached up to grip his hair for a little support. “I just wore it b-because- fuck-” You couldn’t bring yourself to deny it. The truth was that you’d worn this particular lingerie set with the specific purpose of riling him up.

His hips were magic, really. He snapped them into yours methodically, his pace designed to unwind you, to drive you insane with how good he made you feel. Fuck etiquette and the rules. Seo Changbin was a breed of man that made you lose all control or sense of morality.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I’m…close, baby-” He groaned, throwing his head back as you tightened around him, your own high approaching at a fast pace thanks to Changbin’s thick cock, plunging into you so deep you could barely breathe.

He snaked his hand around your throat suddenly, lightly applying pressure as he bit his lip, face screwed up in pleasure. The feeling of his hand around your neck threw you over the edge almost immediately, and you cried out loudly, not caring who would hear. An innocent student or an unsuspecting fellow teacher- you simply didn’t give a fuck any more. Heck, you’d probably let Changbin fuck you in front of the principal. When it came to him, the rules simply didn’t matter anymore. He made you feel like anything is possible.

Your blissed out expression and tight heat coaxed Changbin to spill his load inside you finally, his chest heaving as he collapsed on top of you.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, the clock ticking in the background. Slowly, Changbin got off you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he began to button his shirt back up.

As he did so, you pouted sadly at him, your blouse still ripped open. Chuckling, Changbin looked at your expression, cooing as he opened a drawer. He grabbed a few safety pins from the box on his desk, leaning in and fixing your shirt.

You smiled at him, a sheepish grin on his face as he ran his eyes over your ruined form, the evidence of his passion clearly written all over you in the form of marks and bruises. And yet, there was also a sense of pride filling him.

You slipped off the table, legs wobbling slightly as you fixed your skirt, pulling it down and limping over to the tissue box in the corner, wincing at the soreness.

Changbin looked up, frowning. “Oh no, darling.” His eyes had darkened again, slightly.“ You’re not going to clean yourself up. I want you to go and teach with my cum still stuffed in that tiny, cute little pussy.”

You blushed hard at his words, rubbing your soaked thighs together at the prospect. “But-”

“Shh, slut. It’ll do you good to listen, once in a while. Or I’ll just have to keep teaching you more lessons like this one.”

Well, that idea honestly didn’t sound all that bad.

[wkemeup]

Back to Bourbon Street

summary: When you’re badly injured on a mission, Bucky works desperately to keep you alive. Only, it might not be enough.  pairing: bucky x reader word count: 6.7k warnings: canon level violence, hurt!reader, poison, brink of death cuddling, angst with a happy ending

There is a moment of clarity amidst the chaos of the battlefield; a brief, impossible moment that allows Bucky to take hold of a peace he’s been missing for decades. The perfect storm of violence and adrenaline is one he’s familiar with, something he knows well enough to allow his mind to take a step back and give control to his instincts.  

Left jab. Right hook. Kick. Swipe the leg. Shoot.

The sound of the chopper above is muffled. The shouts of the men rushing at him with weapons and malice are indistinguishable. His body moves of its own accord and this is what makes him untouchable. Even with the Winter Soldier buried to the deepest parts of his mind, Bucky finds a relief in letting go of the control, of allowing an untethered detachment to rise to the surface just long enough to get the job done. 

Bodies in his wake, blood on his hands, and his mind elsewhere.

That is, until you come into view.  

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[prettywordsyouleft]

Guilty As Charged

Summary: You couldn’t think of anything worth being dragged off in Chan’s police car back to the station and yet he was insistent you had done something wrong.

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Genre: police officer au / friends to lovers

Warnings: none

A/N: Another dream strikes again. How I survived the concept of Chan in uniform, I still don’t know.

Word count: 1385

Glancing into the rear-view mirror again, you chewed on your bottom lip, growing anxious at the police car that followed behind you. It had been tailing you for the last five minutes, and you had checked everything off in your head. Your car was registered, roadworthy, you hadn’t been speeding and you knew all your lights were working as well.

You put it down to coincidence for a moment. You weren’t the only car on the road, and everyone had a destination to get to. Though it did seem rather uncanny to have the vehicle follow you for as long as it had.

“Pass me, pass me,” you murmured when it opened into two lanes after an intersection, but they remained behind you, making you grip at your steering wheel harder. And then the lights finally came on. Panicking, you pulled over to the curb, hoping they would speed on by. Instead, they came to a stop behind you.

Really, you should have guessed who would get out. However, when he did, you were surprised, and then really annoyed. You threw down your wallet you had retrieved; knowing full well the officer that approached your driver’s side knew your date of birth and that you had a valid licence so he wouldn’t need to see it.

And, your previous emotions had turned into contempt that you almost refused to wind down your window when he knocked on it. The ghost of a smile was there on his face, though he tried to rein it in. “Evening, Y/N.”

“Chan, is this really necessary?”

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[xonepeacelovex]

turn me down

“Can you repeat that again?” the freckled boy said, not catching what you’ve just said to him. 

With a tight lipped smile on your face, eyes almost pleading, you repeated what you’ve said. “Can you look surprised? Then after that say something and look sorry.” Felix is confused with what you are asking him to do. “That’s okay. Just widen your eyes a bit more.”, you whispered to him.

The boy followed your instruction, widening his eyes, looking surprised. There was a long moment of silence around you both. You didn’t meant to ask Felix with this weird request but when your friends insisted that you should go to the prom, you knew you needed to act quickly. Saying that if your crush will say yes to you, you’ll go. That’s when you noticed Felix writing under a tree. He’s your classmate in Biology. You two never really talked. Thus, making Felix the perfect victim of your act or your “crush”.

“Now will be a perfect time to say something and look sorry.” And he did, “Why I am doing this again?”. “Because you are saving me from going to prom.” biting you lower lip, wishing he’ll never ask more questions. Deciding 5 minutes is enough to put on this show, “Thanks Felix.” satisfied with his acting, you winked at him, smiling. Turning your back, acting disappointed, letting your friends see your face giving them a hint that you got rejected. Leaving the boy in utter confusion, knitting his eyebrows. Your friends looking at him then at you, patting your back, consoling your “broken heart”. He rolled his eyes, he can’t believe you used him. Unknown number: I think otherwise though. You should go to the prom with me. 

Looking at the notification that popped out on your phone screen, looking behind you. You see Felix with a playful smile while waving his phone.

[stay-spazzy]

Sometimes my brain likes to remind me that Bang Chan not only says “baby girl” but has mostly romance songs on his spotify playlist….including one with the lyrics “And if in the moment you bite your lip when I get you moaning you know it’s real. Can you feel the pressure between your hips? I’ll make it feel like the first time…”  …………………………………..Boi is a mother fucking romantic dom and no one can convince me otherwise. xD 

[honsool]

just the tannies and their yoongi cardboard cutout 

[peaches-writes]

off season

description: student athletes need to look out for each other—well, at least seungmin needs to look out for your clumsy ass most of the time member: seungmin genre: fluff, sports au, best friends to lovers au, slice of life au, summer au, a side of college au (but like the ugly ass summer classes aspect of college life), implied fem reader  word count: 11.3k warning: explicit language, blood, injuries, extreme sports, a very poor attempt at writing sports, seungmin worries the entire time for good reason  note: a bunch of stuff put together it’s not rlly good sldkfsk like it was getting too lengthy i had to like haphazardly end it somehow + the one time you see me write a sports-themed fic & it’s not abt the actual sports i play lmao + also hi @t-toodumbtocare​ u told me to tag u so here we are

one - saturday

Amidst preparations for your incoming senior thesis, choosing your course specialization, clubs, and training, Kim Seungmin rushed getting his driver’s license before the end of your 3rd year’s 2nd semester for the sole purpose of driving you around the city this summer and you’re quite sure that that’s love. Though he disapproves of your specific choice of escapade that has you running around Seoul in circles in the first place, your best friend still made sure to pass his driving classes a whole month before the previous semester ended and with flying colors so he can “look after you” as he would put it. It definitely is love—simultaneously a heartwarming and annoying one at that. 

“I can take care of myself, I’m an adult,” You feign a frown at him stubbornly for the third time this month, sliding in the front seat of his navy Subaru anyway and placing your gym bag in front of your feet. You then busy yourself with taking your roller skates out, switching them out with your old Converse. “and it’s not like I don’t know how to commute.”

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[darkbluenovember]

this is a whole masterpiece!! enjoyed every second I spent, reading this