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[ptergwen]

hiii

so this might me dirty but hear me out

It has gotten to me that mans come can meddle w the woman’s dna

so with this as an inspiration, and I know it’s kinda cliche but

stark!reader suddenly having spider senses or smh (not pregnancy)

oh and it’s for Tom Holland spider man

have an amazing dayy

a parker thing

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w/c: ?

warnings: smut (p in v unprotected, lowkey dom!peter and reader), swearing

a/n: jump scare if you didn't see my post lmao i'm back y'all! i missed u guys and missed writing lots so i’ll be here from time to time again :) i had so much fun with this req thank you for the idea! much love to u all <3

you catch yourself dozing off and jerk your head up instinctively. one short, loud snore passes your lips as you do so, eyes opening wide. you blink your tired eyes a few times as you readjust to the harsh lighting.

ugh, you fell asleep in the lab, something you always chastise peter and your dad for doing. they're notorious for their long hours spent messing around with stark tech. you've lost count of how many times you've woken up to an empty spot in bed where your boyfriend should be, instead finding him fast asleep surrounded by cups of coffee and a delirious tony still on the grind.

tonight, you're the stark who's in the lab past their bedtime. you had the day to yourself and decided to use your free time to upgrade your suit. it had had a few hiccups during the team's last mission, so you wanted to work on it before the next one. what was supposed to be a few minor tweaks turned into a whole day of tweaking.

you scoff at yourself and wipe some drool that crusted onto your chin. oddly enough, you almost instantly refocus on the screen in front of you. it's been like this for most of the day. you're way more concentrated than usual for some reason, more aware. you figure it's because peter has been out on patrol and couldn't distract you.

"are you finished for the night, boss? you aren't usually here this late."

"i know, but i’m gonna stay a little longer. i’ll be done soon...i think."

friday dims the lights directly overhead so they aren't as harsh. you smile.

"thanks, fri."

you sit up in your seat, scooting in closer to the screen displaying your suit. you carefully look over the prototype and pick up a pen to write yourself some notes. when you go to put down the pen, it sticks to your palm. you shake your hand to try to get it off. it stays stuck.

"huh."

you use your other hand to pry the pen off of you.

"weird."

first you have heightened senses, now you're sticky. if you didn't have ordinary stark dna, you'd think you were part arachnid like peter.

you're not sure why, but you suddenly stand up and turn towards the main doors to the lab. they slide open a few seconds later. peter walks inside, spider suit on and mask off. he pads over to you with a soft smile.

"there you are. friday said i could find you down here."

peter pecks your lips and envelopes you in a hug. you sign contentedly, face nuzzled into his neck and arms winding around him.

"yeah, she's probably sick of me. i've been down here all day."

"you're really locked in, huh? how's the suit coming along?"

peter's fingers rub up and down your back ever so lightly. just the small touch practically sends shivers down your spine.

"good. fixed everything and double checked, then triple checked. started adding some new stuff, too."

"new features? like what?"

"you know the one i was telling you about..."

you trail off as peter's hands slide down to your ass. he pulls you in closer to himself, letting his hands rest there. you peek up at him, heart speeding up.

"go on, i’m listening."

peter gives your ass a gentle squeeze. it's an innocent gesture, really, but your senses are going crazy right now and you can't help but to get turned on. you always tease peter about how easily he's turned on. if this is what it feels like for him, now you understand.

"hm, i'm bored of talking about the suit. tell me about patrol."

"it was good! got a lot of action today. i mean, i guess that's not good 'cause that means there's more crime and stuff, but y'know. anyway..."

you stare at peter's lips, but don't listen to a word he's saying. it's the first time today you can't focus. he's pressed right up against you in his damned tight spider suit, and his hands are still on your ass, and you're so hypersensitive and hyper aware. all you can think about is how bad you need him.

"y/n? you okay?"

peter must have noticed you spacing out.

your gaze flicks between his eyes and lips before your own lips wordlessly capture his in a searing kiss. peter lets out a breathy chuckle, caught a bit off guard by your abruptness. he deepens the kiss for a moment, then pulls back with a look of amusement. you bite back a cheeky smile.

"horny."

peter's features form a smirk.

"i got you, baby."

he kisses you again. his tongue tangles with yours, a sigh passing your lips. peter lifts you up, grip becoming firmer on your ass. you wrap your legs around his waist. he kisses down your neck until he finds a spot he wants to mark. you tilt your head to the side so he has more access. peter's lips suck roughly on your skin, teeth nipping at it playfully. you let out a shaky breath.

peter presses one last kiss to what's sure to become a hickey to soothe it. you tilt his chin up towards you again, lips smashing into his, holding him in place by the back of his head. he carries you to the nearest table while your intertwined lips move desperately against each other's. you sneak a hand down to the bulge in his suit, earning a groan.

"one sec, lemme get this off."

peter sets you down on the table and quickly strips off his spider suit. you take your own clothes off and toss them aside, left only in your bra and panties. peter comes to stand between your legs. he slips your panties to the side, middle finger collecting your wetness as he kisses you again. his finger slides into you with ease and begins to pump. you moan into the kiss, tugging at his hair.

"already so wet, baby. don't even have to get you warmed up."

peter's finger curls inside you, cockiness evident in his tone and on his features. you tug on some hair at the nape of his neck.

"stop teasing, parker."

"can't take it when the roles are reversed, stark?"

something takes over you in that moment, the same something that's been coursing through your veins all day. you grab both of peter's hands and hold them in place above his head. your grip is tight around his wrists, too tight for him to break free of it. a noise almost like a growl escapes you.

"shut up and fuck me, or i’ll fuck you."

peter meets your wild eyes, his pupils equally as dilated.

"do it."

you promptly pull peter up to the table with you. you push him back so he lies down, pinning his arms down at his sides. his chest rises and falls, breathless.

"woah, what's gotten into you today? not that i’m complaining, but, woah."

"i know, right? i thought you were supposed to have super strength."

peter grabs you by your hips and sits up, seating you in his lap. you wiggle your hips in his grasp, but he digs his fingers into your sides so you can't move. peter's voice drops low.

"what was that?"

you breathe out a low laugh.

"nothing."

you dip your head down to press your forehead to peter's. he smiles, satisfied with your answer. you wrap your hand around his hard cock and stroke him. peter's lips ghost over yours, his breathing heavy.

"wanna feel you, y/n/n."

peter slides his hands up to your waist so you can move again. you smile knowingly. you slip off your panties before you reposition yourself, your legs on either side of him. you line up peter's cock with your entrance.

"wanna feel you too, pete."

you lower yourself down onto peter. you both let out little sighs and moans as he fills you up.

he always feels so good inside you, but this time is even better, even more intense.

you arch your back to find the right angle, shifting backwards a bit. once you're both comfortable, you begin to roll your hips. peter exhales a breath he was holding, lifting his hips up to help you out. your movements are slow, fluid. peter supports you by the small of your back, eyes hooded and lips parted for air.

"fuck, i'm not gonna last long."

"me neither."

he kisses you, softly but with so much passion. you let your eyes flutter closed and kiss back. you place your feet flat on the table for more stability and straighten your back, starting to bounce on his cock.

"y/n..."

peter's voice comes out almost like a whine. you chuckle at that.

"i know."

you grab onto peter's shoulders for more support as you move, up and down, back and forth. peter leaves sloppy kisses along the side of your neck. the once quiet lab is now filled with both of your moans and the sounds of your wetness every time his cock thrusts into you. you're both so close, and you can hardly hold out any longer.

peter grabs your hips to stop your movements. he takes over, thrusting up into you at the same delicious pace, only he's the one in control. you let out a series of short, high pitched moans, head thrown back as peter's cock hits the right spot in you over and over again.

"that's it, y/n/n. sound so pretty, baby."

peter half speaks and half groans. you reply with your own noise of content, squeezing yourself around his cock as you reach your high. peter is close to his.

"god, fuck."

he's panting. his thrusts speed up a bit until his hips stop moving altogether. he pushes deeper into you with one final moan, his cum filling you up, making you feel warm inside. you both recently agreed he could finish in you; it's a new level of intimacy.

"fuck, baby. woah."

you bury your face in peter's neck in response. you try to catch your breath, falling forward into his arms.

"oh my god, pete. that was..."

"yeah."

peter hugs your waist. he slowly pulls out of you, making you wince at the new emptiness.

"sorry."

he peppers tender kisses to the side of your head. you remove your face from his neck.

"it's okay."

you ruffle peter's hair with a tired smile. he kisses your cheek, smiling back. you give him another peck on his lips. you yawn, today's and tonight's activities catching up with you once again.

"aw, you tired?"

"mhm. you must be, too, spidey."

"exhausted. let's get cleaned up, then we'll go to bed?"

"sounds perfect."

peter helps you down from the table. you quickly step into your panties in case any cum leaks out of you. he picks his suit up off the floor.

"okay, that was insanely good. i mean, it always is, but something was different. i wonder what it was."

peter shimmies into his suit so his lower half is covered. you're putting on the rest of your clothes.

"i don't know, i’ve just been super on my shit today. really focused and stuff."

"explains why you were so locked in on your suit."

"that might just be a stark thing. actually, it's a parker thing too."

you poke peter's chest playfully. you collect some of your things from your work area, some miscellaneous supplies sticking to your palms as you do.

"why does this keep happening?"

peter watches curiously as you huff and shake paper clips off your palms.

"funny, that reminds me of when i first got my powers. took me a while to figure out how to control it, being sticky."

"uh huh. did you spill web fluid last time you were down here or something?"

"i don't think so, but it would have dissolved by now if i did. i haven't been in the lab for a couple days."

"oh. maybe it was someone else."

peter quirks a brow.

"i don't see any web fluid over there, y/n/n."

you turn to face peter.

"so why am i sticky?"

between this, your strength, and your heightened senses, peter puts it together. you have powers.

his spider powers.

"that might also be a parker thing. more specifically, a spider-man thing."

"you don't mean... no."

if peter is saying what you think he's saying, that confirms what you had thought earlier.

"uh, yeah."

peter crosses over to you. your eyebrows knit together.

"we must share some dna."

"but how? that wouldn't be possible unless we were, like, related... ew! please don't tell me we're fucking related!"

"baby, baby." peter laughs softly, taking one of your hands in his. "stop freaking out."

"you should be freaking out too! you were just inside me, peter, fucking me raw! you came in me!"

"exactly."

peter's voice is way too calm for your liking.

"exactly? what do you mean 'exactly'?"

"think about it. sperm is made up of dna."

"so what?"

"well, i wasn't born with this dna. it got mutated by the spider bite. so no, we're definitely not related."

you tentatively soften your gaze, allowing peter to lace his fingers through yours.

"since i got my powers from the mutation, i guess you got them too when i started finishing in you."

you gasp, a playful smile pulling at your lips.

"you mean you mutated my dna? you have radioactive cum?"

"something like that. you're not mad?"

you toy with peter's fingers, looping an arm around his neck.

"nah, it's kind of cool now that i know what it is. you're gonna have to teach me how to use the powers, though."

"of course." peter returns your smile. "now that you've got new powers, you gotta rebrand. maybe you could call yourself spider-woman."

"you'd like that, wouldn't you? come up with something more original."

peter's arms wrap around your middle, smile growing into a toothy grin.

"you could also use mrs. parker. it's gonna be your name someday, anyways."

you put your other arm around peter's neck with a laugh.

"mrs. parker, i like that."

(too lazy to use tags lmao)

[echo-riot]

Posting somthing that isn’t sevika???? Unheard of

Anyways-

VI DATING HEADCANONS + a Cute Drabble

Vi is naturally protective of her girl. Whether you’re in Piltover or Zaun, she insists on walking you home, her arm wrapped securely around your waist. If anyone so much as looks at you wrong, she’ll shoot them a death glare—or worse.

Vi is incredibly touchy. She loves holding your hand, resting her chin on your shoulder, or pulling you into a hug from behind. Her love language is physical touch, and she craves that connection constantly.

Vi shows her love through actions. She’ll fix things around your place, bring you your favorite snack, or leave her jacket draped over your shoulders when you’re cold.

Vi loves simple dates—grabbing greasy food from street vendors, exploring Zaun’s markets, or sparring with you just for fun. But she’ll also surprise you with occasional grand gestures, like taking you to a rooftop to watch the city lights.

Vi tries to play it cool, but she’s easily jealous. If someone flirts with you, she’ll wrap an arm around your waist and kiss your temple, making it crystal clear you’re hers

She doesn’t care much about social norms or what others think. If someone makes a snide comment about you, she won’t hesitate to step in, fists clenched and ready to defend you

While she loves teasing, Vi has a soft spot for calling you endearing names when it’s just the two of you—“baby,” “love,” or even a unique nickname tied to an inside joke. She tries out the weirdest nicknames for you too, ranging from “Snuggle Punch” to “Hot Pocket.” The worst part? She says them with complete sincerity. You had to veto “Big Toe”

Vi has exactly three cooking settings: “burnt,” “raw,” and “how is the fire alarm not going off yet?” Every date night she insists she’ll “nail it this time,” and every date night ends with takeout and her swearing vengeance on your oven.

She constantly tries to convince you that chips and energy drinks are a balanced meal. If you so much as suggest eating a vegetable, she’ll dramatically gag and say, “I didn’t survive the Lanes to die of kale poisoning, babe.”

Vi sucks at being low-key when she’s plotting a surprise for you. She’ll come back from shopping with a giant bag, shove it behind her back, and loudly declare, “You didn’t see anything! Nope, definitely not a gift for you in here!”

If you work out together, Vi’s that girlfriend who slaps your back and yells, “ONE MORE REP, BABE!” like she’s training you for the Zaunite Olympics. But the second you spot her doing squats, she’s flexing and asking if you’re checking her out.

She has zero chill when someone flirts with you. She’ll immediately put on her gauntlets (if she has them nearby) or crack her knuckles and stare the poor soul down while saying, “What part of ‘taken’ did you miss, buddy?”

Vi has horrendous taste in movies and insists on watching the cheesiest action flicks with you. She’ll quote every single bad one-liner like it’s gospel and randomly yell, “EXPLOSIONS!” during quiet scenes.

Vi is the queen of spontaneous dumb ideas. “Babe, let’s wrestle.” “Babe, I think we should dye your hair pink.” “Babe, dare me to jump over that fence.” (Spoiler: she’ll do it whether or not you dare her.)

Vi texts like she’s trying to solve a riddle, constantly sending random emojis that make no sense. “🏴‍☠️🥊🔥🦖” somehow translates to, “I’m at the gym, love you, want pizza later?”

Vi snores. Loudly. And if you try to wake her up, she’ll grumble something like, “Shut up, babe. I’m fighting shimmer thugs in my dream.” She also steals all the blankets and leaves you clinging to the corner of the bed like it’s a survival raft.

If she gets the tiniest injury, she’ll act like she’s on her deathbed. “Babe, I think my pinky’s broken. You might need to kiss it better. No, wait, kiss my whole hand. Actually, better make it both hands—just in case.” (Only for you though.)

Vi loves hitting you with the dumbest pickup lines imaginable. “Are you shimmer? ‘Cause you’ve got me addicted, babe.” She’ll then smirk like she’s the smoothest person alive.

————————————————————————____________________________________________

You sat at a table in the corner of The Last Drop, sipping on your drink while Vi sulked dramatically next to you. She had her chin propped on her hand, eyes darting to a group across the room. You followed her gaze to a couple of young women laughing and glancing in your direction.

“Vi, they’re not even looking at me anymore,” you whispered, trying not to laugh.

“Oh, they were looking, alright,” Vi grumbled, narrowing her eyes. “I saw it. That one in the green? She was trying to undress you with her eyes. And not even subtly.”

You rolled your eyes. “They were probably just curious about your big, scary gauntlets. Or the fact that you stomped in here like you own the place.”

“I do own the place when I’m with you,” she said, dead serious. Then she grabbed your hand and laced her fingers through yours. “Look. If anyone tries anything, I’ll break their noses. Just blink twice if I need to go over there.”

“Vi,” you said, squeezing her hand, “no one’s coming over here. And if they do, I can handle myself.”

She glanced at you, clearly skeptical. “Babe, I love you, but you once tripped over your own feet walking to the kitchen.”

You burst out laughing, making her smirk.

“Oh, you think I’m funny?” she teased, leaning closer until her face was inches from yours. “What’s funny is the fact that you can’t stop thinking about me.”

“Oh yeah?” you said, leaning back with a grin. “You’re so cocky. What would you do if I wasn’t thinking about you?”

Vi’s expression turned mock-serious. “I’d probably throw myself into the Hexgate,” she deadpanned. “Start a new life on the other side of the world.”

You snorted. “And then what? Punch your way back to zaun?”

“Damn right,” she said, sitting up straight and puffing out her chest. “No one gets to steal my girl’s attention. Not even a Hexgate.”

Despite her ridiculous antics, her thumb gently traced circles over your hand, grounding you in the little moment you shared. You leaned into her side, your laughter dying into a soft smile.

“You’re an idiot,” you murmured.

“And you’re stuck with me,” she shot back, pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

Yeah, you were stuck with her. But with Vi, life was never boring—and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[borntobeslay]

not so sure on your exact writing rules, but i see you write for katseye soo!!!

do you have any fluffy gf!katseye headcanons???

Yesss!!

For sophia, I personally think she loves to show you off! Holding your hand in public, Hugs from behind, kisses on the cheek! She wants everyone to know that she’s got the prettiest girl in the world by her side!

For Manon, I feel like she just loves to sit and be quiet with each other?? Yk what I mean? Like after a long schedule, she’d love to just sit in your arms and watch a movie with little random conversation in the mix lol

For Daniela, she seems like the type to take you on random dates! Like one day you’re just laying in bed together then suddenly she’s like “Let’s go out to eat. I’ll pay. Oh then we can go to the theme park! And we can go to the beach…” and she just rambles on and on about all the places she wants to go with you!

For Lara I would like to think she would be in her room with you sitting on her lap while she’s working on songs and squeezing your waist and kissing your cheeks just to let you know she’s paying attention to you!

Megan… Megan is the one who geeks out over the smallest thing lol If you asked to hold hands? Blushing. You ask for a kiss? BLUSHING. I just think she’s the cutest loser gf out there lol

Yoonchae (can be platonic) I could imagine you going out for ice cream with Yoonchae she likes to listen to you ramble about your day! She’s a quiet type of girl so she won’t say much but she loves to listen!

A/n: Thank you @yunazxxx for being my first request lol😭 feel free to send more! I’m gonna be making my rules here in a second so every thing will be more clear but this was perfect! Love a good fluff!

[paperstarwriters]

Ugh I’m not great at just randomly posting without like planning and structuring the fic beforehand but I NEED to talk about him. To soothe my soul really.

Just—Muriel. Muriel and sitting not on his lap, but between his thighs, thick and meaty, bracketing your own hips as he leans his chest against your back and head. Maybe he’s settled down behind you to read what you’re reading. Maybe he’s opted to sit like this while e carves rather than sitting back-to-back. Either way, the habit starts as many do with warmth radiating from Muriel’s cheeks, but maybe less so than usual, less so than before, because he’s been with you long enough—long enough to be comfortable like this at least. To just… bracket you—blanket you. Lean atop your shoulders and wrapped around you like a child hugging their favourite plush. Maybe you’ve done that to him before, while you sit on the bed and he sits on the floor, or perhaps while he’s in a seat while you’re standing, just leaning over his shoulders. And maybe this is him returning the gesture.

Either way, as many cozy cuddly things do, this becomes habit. Ritual even. That if you ever sit down on the floor or on the bed in Muriel’s proximity, he’ll drape himself over and around you to cuddle as you work or read or whatever really.

He talks to you like that sometimes. Mundane things really. Like how he enjoyed his day with you, or how it’s really important for you to drink water—please stop forgetting, no coffee doesn't count. And sometimes he rests with his chin atop your head, and other times he leans in to say the things to your cheek, or even whisper it in your ear. He doesn’t mean anything by it most of the time, just whispering because he doesn't want to so harshly break the comfortable silence around you, but sometimes, just sometimes, he does like watching you squirm.

It sends something electric to his chest. Makes his face grow warm from the combination of shame and delight. Shame that he’s trying so selfishly to poke and prod at you like this to make you embarrassed just for his own enjoyment, that he’s still so anxious that he feels the need to test and see if you have the same reaction as he does to your mere presence. And of course delight every time it’s conformed—every time you squirm against his chest almost making him grin at the notion that for once he’s embarrassing you by doing nothing but cuddling a little. He’s still red faced when he does it, still averts his eyes trying not to be too happy at tormenting you, but so long as you don’t turn it back on him—don’t call out his obvious delight, he won’t pout.

Then again, even if you do he’ll smile eventually anyways, your own affectionate glee too infectious not to.

But like I can’t help but imagine how one day you might just be sitting between his legs like that, him draped over and around you while you chat. He interjects occasionally giving input when in short sparse bursts and the occasional thorough explanation, but at some point the conversation comes to a lull, a soft cozy silence that isn’t loathed in such comfortable company, but you still choose to break it regardless, not even trying to turn when you speak to him.

And maybe it’s a confession of love for the umpteenth time (though he'd never tire from it), maybe it’s a worm of some tender insecurity rearing it’s head, or maybe it’s Muriel, who’s had a bad day or a bad week, feeling shitty and horrible and loathing himself in that silent way he sometimes does, and you tell him that you can see him. That you know that it’s hard, that it’s awful, but you see that he’s trying too, and you’re so proud of him. So proud that he’s trying. That he cares for himself enough to try instead of shutting down and letting the hurt just consume him, and that you're always around if he needs some help, that he needn't shoulder the burden all by himself, no matter how much his broad shoulders can carry.

And either way the reaction is the same. He pulls away just for a moment, struck by your words—either appalled that you think so lowly of yourself or awed at such a blatant and earnest display of your love for him—before he presses a kiss to your neck. Once, maybe twice. Three times or even more if he's feeling particularly greedy, or if it seems to make you happy (so often three or more times lmao) And it's not just rapid little fluttery kisses, though it often devolves into that. But he'll start slowly, lovingly. Devoting his kisses to some tender spot along your neck that he's long since memorized, perhaps the ridge of your spine, or the soft column of tissue between your neck and your collarbone, or the tender patches of skin just behind your ear. And each kiss he gives with such reverence, such adoration and love—the same way he loves to do when he presses his lips to yours.

And at some point he curls against you, brushes his lips to your ear, and with that low rumbling voice, that you can feel as you rest your back against his chest, he'll say, "Thank you" if your words had been loving, or "I disagree." if it was something cruel to yourself. Either way, he's squeezing you tighter between his arms and legs, like he's worried you might leave him somehow. That you might try to squirm from his grasp even as you make your delight so blatantly clear. And while there is a thread of that thought that ties itself round his chest, it's more that he needs you to stay in place. So long as you stay where you are—so long as you you don't turn around, so long as you don't call him out for how red his face is, how embarrassing it is that he's so affected by you, so delighted when you show how much you love him, how upset he feels when he hears you don't view yourself the same way he sees you... so long as you don't look at him it's easier to tell you. Not to mention, it's so much easier to be honest when no one is watching him, when he isn't worried that he'd disappoint you somehow or make a fool of himself.

Most importantly though, it keeps him from getting distracted. Because it is. Distracting, that is. So very distracting to watch you watch him, eyes narrowing in on all those spots on him that he once might have hated, but now appreciates if only because you so vehemently adore. His chest and stomach for one; once markers of how large he was—how large he is—have become a point you often like to stare at. Eyes trailing down when his shirt is off, igniting in him that familiar, embarrassed, delight. And in the same way coals still able to start a fire anew with the right kindling, the thoughts set his mind alight with thoughts of what you'd so eagerly love to do to him if he let you. What he'd so eagerly let you do if you were willing.

The mere memory of your kisses all over his stomach and chest—and the one bite you pressed to his chest, right atop his heart, like you were trying to swallow what was already yours—oh it made his mind swirl, made his face grow beet red at even the vaguest memory.

So as long as you couldn't so easily reciprocate. So long as your back was to him. He finally would get to give back to you. To litter loving longing, dizzying kisses of his own against your skin. Against wherever he could reach, against whatever you would expose for him. Make you shiver and squirm in the way he often did for you. Make you keen or gasp or whine when he bit you, teasingly perhaps, or longingly, when the urge to carve a place for himself beneath your skin—safely tucked beside your heart—grows far too fierce. Never enough to hurt of course, every bite always followed with more kisses to your skin like an apology for even leaving the imprint of his teeth on your flesh.

Ah, but as much as he wants to keep you from watching him, to keep you from distracting him with your loving wandering eyes, he still will always crave the chance to kiss you, to feel you kiss him. To press his lips against your own, and cling to you like you were the very air that would fill his lungs with life. And whether that happen when you finally turn to peer at him, or when he tilts your head back guiding you with a warm hand against your cheek, he all to eagerly slots himself in the slight part between your lips, all too eager to just kiss.

Just for a second perhaps, or however many minutes it takes for you to loose your breaths, he doesn't care how long it lasts, so long as he gets to hold you after, so long as you let him bask in the glory of getting to love you, of getting feeling what it's like to be adored from the bottom of your heart.

Just stay here, with his arms wrapped greedily around you, and his thighs bracketing your hips. A full body embrace.

Ah, a Bear hug really.

[5starssz]

All For Me

Paige Bueckers x fem reader

Your two year relationship with collegiante basketball star Paige Bueckers ends suddenly in both of your senior year. You couldn’t seem to detach yourself from her even though Paige had seemed to move on. Once you graduated and Paige was doing her 5th year, Paige finally realizes what she lost.

All For Me- Mariah The Scientist

!Warnings! Angst and fluff

Purple=Paige

Pink=You

Not proofread sorry!!!!!!

All For Me- Part Two

The showing for the house went well, you had 5 offers put on the house but one thing trailed on in your mind all day. Running into Paige was not on your schedule for the day and threw you off completely. Your mind all day was half work and half Paige. Her words lingering in your ears, her touch still grasping onto your arm, the glimmer in her eyes when she looked at you, it all stayed with you.

You currently were sitting on your bed, thumb hovering over the call button under Paige’s contact info. Yes, the fact that she left you for another did hurt you, and makes you want to hate her, but you can’t. What exactly did she want to talk about? was the question leading you to actually calling her. ‘It’s 10 she should be out of practice and at the dorm’, you thought, thinking back to the nights you would spend waiting for Paige to come home to you. Her sweaty hugs, catching up on each others day while she admired you, falling asleep in her big arms. Those thoughts brought you to finally press the button.

1 ring

2 rings

3 rings

“Hey”, her voice deep and soft.

“Hi, you said you wanted to talk?”, you said quiet and timid, not knowing what the conversation had in store for you.

“Can I come over? Kinda wanted to do this face to face”. Her tone became stern, like she knows what she wants and she’s going to make it happen. Her request caught you off guard leaving a a few moments over the phone.

“oh uh yeah that’s fine. i’ll send you my adr-“.

“I know where i’m going. I’ll see you in 15 minutes”.

The phone hung up before you could even respond with an ‘ok’ or ‘ok see you soon’.

“Well damn”, you said out loud while getting up from your bed. You had a pair of short sweat shorts and a t shirt on, no need to change. You walked over to your light grey couch and waited for the blondes arrival. You were nervous as hell, your ex that you never got over and still love is about to walk into your apartment after a year apart.

Fifteen flew by and 2 knocks at the door broke you out your thoughts. You got up from your comfortable spot to answer the door for Paige. You reached for the knob with a little hesitation and opened to the door. She stood at the door standing tall over you. Two hands in her grey sweatpants. Her hair fell to her shoulders framing her face perfectly. She started scanning you from head to toe, until her eyes met with yours. She slightly tilted her head and smiled.

“come in”, you said moving to the side to let her walk in. When she walked in she slowly stepped in front of you inching closer. Your breathing quickened with every inch she crept towards you. Eventually you two were so close, your head tilted up to look at her, hers slightly tilted down to see you

“Paige”. a whisper

“Let’s go talk”, Paige walked away to the couch before you.

You trailed behind her like a lost puppy sitting down next to her. She was manspreading, Calvin Klein underwear band peaking out above her low sitting sweatpants. All you can do is admire her in this moment, one thing about Paige is that she never failed to look so good. She eyed you so deeply, those blue eyes felt like sting in your soul.

“I’m here. Talk”, you motioned your hands toward her. She rolled her eyes with a smirk.

“Well..first i’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything i’ve put you through”, she paused, running her hands through her hair. “You were so amazing to me, and loving, and nurturing, just everything a good woman is��.

All you could do was look at her with face full of disappointment. You stayed in your corner not wanting to move closer to her.

“Why was my all never enough for you, I poured all of me into you Paige and it’s never enough”. Your voice went from disappointed to angry and she could tell.

“It was enough baby, I was just too lost at the time to realize everything I needed was right here. Everything I need is sitting right here with me”. She swiftly moved closer to you, grabbing your hand.

“Don’t call me that Paige”.

The room fell silent, Paige’s hands still grasp and not yours. She’s persistent and she will always try to get what she wants.

Unexpectedly Paige’s arms wrapped around you, her head buried next to your neck. Your body just melted in her arms. The familiar feeling caused all the argerness and sadness with warmth. Your eyes closed embracing her touch as all the feelings tumble back.

“I missed you so much”.

“I missed you too”, Paige’s words mumbled as her head still rested in the crook of your neck.

Paige untangled herself and stood up, towering over you again. She held her hand out to you signaling for you to grab her hand. You looked up to her face and back at her hand and accepted her request. She helped you up from your seated position on the couch and led you to your room.

“let’s sleep”, she said jumping on your bed

“You’re gonna break my bed Paige”, dragging out her name. You both laughed at your statement.

You jumped in bed with Paige, both of you smiling and laughing. She proceeded to big spooning you while tightly holding your hands.

“I could be here forever”, Paige whispered as you fell to sleep.

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To be continued..

[bigalockwood]

I am so full of love for all the people I got to meet this weekend. Some of them again and some of them for the first time. I can’t even begin to imagine how different my life would be right now if I hadn’t decided to start studying Swedish on a whim and then picked to watch Young Royals as language practice.

Love you all. Finally an in-person meeting (and writing session) with the YR office. The memories we’ve made will sustain me through the next few weeks (and until we meet again) 💜💜

@purplehoodiesandclementines @omaremioo @skibasyndrome @pagegirlintraining @iwouldnevergetintofanfic @alkalinetrios @gulliblelemon @sillylittleflower

And so much love to everyone who wasn’t at the YR office but still very much an important part of the weekend 💜

@justfriendsbestthings @themarsbar @unfortunate17 @chinitade

[dont-hug-me-its-yuri]

I love Coffin humanizations because they are either a Victorian style vampire dude or a stoner hippie who doesn’t own a house and lurks in the woods

[asteria7fics]

Now that I’ve sat with the election results for a little while, I’m gonna ramble about my thoughts and feelings. Please feel free to disregard this post if you are using Tumblr as an escape right now, I’ll be back to my regularly scheduled shenanigans tomorrow.

So I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume that most of you goobers are not happy with the results. I’m also not particularly pleased, and frankly if you are happy then this post is not for you.

When Trump was elected for the first time in 2016 I was in my last semester of college. It was my first presidential election that I got to vote in. I had really, truly believed that there was no way my country would elect that man. Then I stayed up all night watching the results come in. I sat in my childhood bedroom, sick to my stomach, as reality sank in. They really were gonna elect that man.

It really, truly felt like the end of the world.

I drove to class the next day, and instead of having our lesson we sat and talked through our fears. It didn’t change the outcome of the election, and it certainly didn’t change what came from it in the following four years, but in the moment it helped. A lot.

In the following weeks I talked about it even more. I argued with family members on Facebook, and then discussed the impending fractures those arguments caused with other family members. I comforted my LGBTQA+ friends who feared for their right to peacefully exist as they were. I listened to my BIPOC friends whose fears were often otherwise falling on deaf ears in our community.

And now we’re here again. Eight years later, we’re being asked to look down the barrel of the same gun.

When he was elected in 2016 I was shocked. This year, I am not surprised at all. It’s a sad reality, but the U.S. is and has been going through some serious growing pains for decades. Before many of us even set foot in a voting booth.

It doesn’t feel like the end of the world this time, but that doesn’t mean things are always going to feel okay.

What I’m trying to say is that it’s okay to be afraid. It’s okay to be freaked out and concerned for the place you call home. It’s okay to have anxiety about what the next four years is going to look like for us, and especially those of us that do not fit into a very specific, very narrow box of existence.

The best thing you can do is share those fears. Lean on the communities that do accept you. Find the people that understand your concerns or are willing to hear them if they don’t. Protect your peace and stay safe, but open yourself to the people that you can trust. It might not change anything about the outcome of this election, but I promise you that it helps. A lot.

I am an inherently cynical person, so I understand the inclination to give up. To say fuck it, fuck this country that wants so badly to burn itself from the inside out. Fuck giving a shit ever again, when giving a shit has led to disappointment anyway. But I’m telling you right now, that’s exactly what they want. They want the opposition to give up. They want those of us that do not fit into that box to contort ourselves to fit, or to disappear entirely.

Merely existing in the face of oppression is rebellion. Rebellion is powerful. YOU are powerful, and you have every right to live a peaceful, joyful life. Never fucking forget that.

I’m posting the link for the Suicide and Crisis Lifeline again tonight because I want you all to know how serious I am about this. There is ALWAYS a light at the end of the tunnel. Talk to people you trust. Hold onto hope, it’s the greatest power humanity has.

It’s going to be okay.

[weezerlvr228]

rivers if he was absorbed by poisonous gas but didn’t care too much

[r0semultiverse]

In case you didn’t know or needed to hear it, things do get better after you turn 18. Your life isn’t over even when you hit 21. 💜

This is me at vaguely around my mid-twenties. I’m trans & I’m here & while I don’t have everything figured out, I certainly have figured myself out way more than when I was younger. 💜 Yes it gets better. Yes you can grow older & be trans. There are people out there willing to love & accept you for you. There are partners, friends, family to be found. Don’t give up! 💪 Be proud, be loud, & let your rage out! Down with cis! Let’s rock this joint & keep on living!! 🖤 Things will be less noisy eventually, just please live! ⭐️

💖 You are worth it & it gets better! 💜

[atticuos]

dont mind me I’ll just be here crying a bit cuz I was just told my long distance best friend’s mom asks abt me all the time 😭

[h20]

if my abusive ins*nely controlling parent didn’t randomly just show up to our place of residency WHOLE STATES AND MANY HOURS AWAY from where they live with absolutely no warning other than “I had a change of plans, we’re coming up there and you’re coming to breakfast with us” and when I say “that actually doesn’t work for us can we plan something in advance?” I’m met with “no. I’m coming, it’s not a big deal” that would be great if this could fucking end

[nat-seal-well]

Trick or treat! For any of your OCs:

TRICK: Has your OC ever been betrayed? By whom and how?

TREAT: What is the kindest thing someone has done for your OC? Who was it?

No pressure to answer this! Sending you lots of love!

Hi anon! Thank you so much for this ask 🥰 I’m sorry it took me so long to answer this, haha, I just got home from a night out. This was a lot of fun to think about and explore <3333 I hope you had (or are having) a lovely Halloween 💙💙💙💙

I answered both of these for Marin, under the cut!

Trick:

When they were in high school, they were never really noticed, which didn’t help the situation happening at home. They just put all of their focus on trying to do well in their classes, so that it left Rebecca with one thing less she had to worry about (while also trying to be noticed by her). One of the other kids asked them out once—as a joke. They stopped trusting people who were attracted to them a lot less after that. Hence why the breakup with Bobby hurt them as much as it did. And why Nat confused them a lot in the beginning… and scared them, just because they didn’t know what to do with the flirting and the attraction. (That’s why a lot of their reactions at first were more flustered and shy.)

Treat:

On one of their beach trips right after graduation, they went because they were stuck in a depressive spiral and the beach always helps them feel better. They were looking for agates and glass and crossed paths with an older lady. Marin never learned her name but they spent hours trading beachcomb finds, and she told them stories from when she was younger while they walked. It wasn’t necessarily an act of kindness, but it was exactly what they needed at exactly the right time. Just a little connection to help them remember that they aren’t as alone as they feel. Marin’s carried it with them ever since then.

[mellifloraa]

hey have a selfie dump cuz i feel cute tonight

[maiteo]

ignoring the news❤️ ive just barely gotten my mental back on track…can’t let it break my soul😁

[delta-piscium]

Squeeeeeeeeeze!!! You've been given a hug! Send this to all the people who deserve a hug. See how many you get back :) Now let the hugging begin! 💜

I somehow missed this? And just now saw it? But oh I’m so soft about this, thank you and hugging you back hugging you back hugging you back