Giving You All Luv

Giving you all luv ❤️

I’m sorry but Bruce Wayne and Harleen quinzel being in the same med school and they’re friends but no one (not even themselves) are sure how they get along

Loki + walking sexy

we really devolved as a society when we stopped using fully painted pictures on romance novels and started using cheap photoshop instead 

✩Shutterbug✩ 『Yandere!Peter Parker x Reader』

[All characters in my fics are 18+.]

    Peter tried to steady his pounding heart as you snuggled up closer to him. Your arms wrapped around his waist lazily as you were beginning to drift in and out of sleep. The blanket draped across your shoulders was dropping, allowing his fingers to graze your skin almost innocently.

You were having a Tolkien marathon at his condo and strewn across his couch—and nearly in his lap—you were totally at peace. You spent nearly every other day at Peter’s place, sleepovers were something you never batted an eyelash at because it was Peter and you were starting to realize that being near him was the happiest place you could be. Your best friend.

If only you knew what you did to him.

The sun had set hours earlier and you were nearing the middle of The Twin Towers when it dawned on you, “Damn, these movies are long.” You murmured.

Peter chuckled, “Getting sleepy?”

“No. Absolutely not.” You drawled as you fought sleep. You tried to sit up straight but now Peter’s hand was rubbing up and down your arm and you were finding little reason to get up at all. You were so sleepy you didn’t consider how out of character this was.

Peter’s breath hitched as he felt you relax against him. ‘She trusts me. Don’t be nervous, dude, there’s nothing to worry about. Ask her.’ The pounding in his heart was anticipation as he cleared his throat.

“Y/n.”

“Yes, darling?” You hummed and his resolve almost broke, the things you did to him.

“There’s something I want to a-ask y-you…” the stutter caught your attention and now you were sitting up and pulling away to better see him. ‘Pl-please, don’t do that cause if you do, I can’t think.’

“What’s the matter, Peter?” The concern was clear across your face.

“W-well, I’ve been meaning t-to for some time, but didn’t kn-know how to ask. I mean! Ned says he can’t channel his inner Naomi anymore and MJ says if I ask her again, she’ll shove my camera up my—”

“Peter. Breathe.”

Your hands were on his shoulders and like that, your mysterious power you were completely naïve to was working on him and easing his anxieties.

“Y/n, would you model for me?”

This time you froze.

Did you really have to think about it? You were nervous even though you felt you shouldn’t be. Peter was your closest friend and after all he did for you this was your chance to do something for him. You didn’t think as you said, “Of course.”

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