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heyyyy i wanted to request a peter x fem!reader fic! where peter shows up at readers window and he’s cut or something and needs reader to stitch him up and reader is scared to but she eventually does and peters all calm and encouraging reader while she’s freaking out and screaming on the inside
i loveeeee your writing and i can’t wait for more ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
ty for the request!! i love this idea so much lmaoo
cw: talks of blood, being stabbed, stitches, nothing too graphic i think! poorly proofread, works with any spiderman version! | wc: 1.0k | navi
It’s a late Sunday night and you’re hunched over your desk, your small desk lamp and the moonlight peeking through your translucent curtains being the only light in your room.
There’s a few papers scattered across the wooden desk with your laptop in front of you, several tabs open on a topic for the project that’s due tomorrow.
Your room is mostly quiet, the only sound being your fingers clicking against the keyboard or your pencil on paper and the soft music playing from your radio.
A loud thud against your window made you jolt up from your slouched position, you turned in the direction of the noise.
You saw Peter in his suit, his hand holding down on his abdomen. His voice was muffled through the suit and the window as he asked you to open the window.
Immediately, you got up and unlocked the window, sliding the glass panel up, you couldn’t get a word in before he started crawling through, slightly stumbling once inside.
He yanked off his mask, dropping it onto your desk.
The single lamp on your desk didn’t give you the best sight of him, but you could tell his chest was heaving as he held onto your wall.
“Peter?” Your face was covered with worry at his weak posture.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you, I usually fix myself up but your place was closer than mine.”
“Peter, what the hell happened?”
“I got in the middle of a mugging and I may have gotten...” He trailed off as he removed his hand from his stomach, revealing a nasty gash, blood staining his skin and suit around the injury.
“Oh my god, we need to get you to a hospital.” You gasped at the sight.
“No, no hospitals.” He strained. “It’s just a flesh wound.” He pressed his suited hand back onto the injury.
“You've been stabbed!” You cried out, looking at him with disbelief.
“Cut.” He corrected as you helped him sit down in your desk chair, he peeled his suit off until his abdomen was bare.
“Peter, this looks bad,” You looked at him with pure worry, “We seriously need to get you-“
“Your moms a nurse, right?” His head perked up as he cut off your sentence.
“Yeah, but she's at the one place you don’t want to go!” It was true, your mom had the night shift at the hospital tonight, your mother had no idea the sweet boy from your english class was Spider Man either. You had no idea where he was going with this.
“Well she’s gotta have a first aid kit here, right?”
“Yeah, she’s got like a giant bag under the sink but-“ Your voice was starting to become more panicked than his was originally
“She’s taught you a few tricks, I remember-“ He shifted in seat and winced a bit, “ I remember you telling that to me.” Your heart fluttered for a second, he remembered, then it went straight back to panicking.
“I mean I know the basics but I’m not a nurse!”
“You know the basics.” He placed his hand gently under your chin, softly moving your head to look at him.
“Peter.” You sighed, knowing he would be stubborn no matter what.
“Go get the first aid kit, please.” His plea came a few seconds after the rest of the sentence, and it was full of desperation.
You gave him a silent answer, running to the bathroom, grabbing a hand towel and the bag of supplies your mother kept.
When you came back you dropped the bag onto the floor, before moving the hand that was over his wound and replacing it with the towel.
Peter kept the pressure on it while you zipped open and shuffled through the bag. You soon were able to find a small suture kit.
“I’ll check and fix up whatever you think you’ve gotten wrong, okay?” Peter assured you.
“Okay. Okay.” Your voice came out in a whisper, he watched as you readied all the supplies, it felt like a miracle when you were finally able to get the thread through the hole.
When everything was ready to go, you held the wound together with your non-dominant hand, the other clutching the needle.
Peter noticed how your hand hovered hesitantly, your eyes darting all around the injury.
He laid his bloodied and somehow steady hands over your shaky ones.
“Come on, you’re a smart girl, you’ve got this.” He spoke softly, hooking a finger underneath your chin and lifting it to meet your gaze.
You took a deep breath and nodded. As you worked you silently repeated the steps you were taught.
It felt like you could finally breathe once you finished covering the spot with bandages and gauze.
“All done. That should be good right?” You sat back, Peter gave you a sweet smile and nod, whispering a ‘thanks’ before giving you a kiss on the forehead.
You went off to clean the blood off your hands and get a moment to calm your racing heart.
Peter had already put his suit back on and grabbed his mask from where he dropped it by the time you’d gotten out the bathroom.
“What’re you doing?” You crossed your arms over your chest as you watched him open the window, he stopped immediately, staring at you like a deer caught in the headlights.
“I-I’m just going back out.” He said sheepishly, you sighed.
“You’re not going anywhere. You’re staying.” You scoffed, dropping your arms to your sides and walking over.
“But I have to-“
“You are in no condition to be swinging around the city.” You interrupted, moving his hands and closing the window shut.
Peter groaned out your name like an impatient child.
“What if-“ He began, you rolled your eyes and held the sides of his face gently.
“Peter, you need some rest. Stay. Please.” The way your voice whispered the last word was enough to melt away his stubbornness.
“I’ll let Aunt May know I'm staying the night.” He mumbled, dropping his mask once again, earning a smile from you.
“Good.” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Take off that dirty suit. I’ll grab you some pajamas.”
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Omg! Panty stealer pt2 is sooooo gooood! Cocky and dom Peter absolutely blew my mind! Your writing is awesome!
Pleeeeease tell me that it will be third part to fulfill the panty trilogy! As humble suggestion maybe reader find out that Pete is SpiderMan and he will finally get head from her while he is in his spidey costume? Or maybe more than just blowjob?Hehehe Am I very bad and naughty that I'm typing this to you? 🥵🤤
Anyways love ya darling! You're smashing it!
in the suit
words: 3k
warnings: smut; (m- receiving [oral], dirty talk), language, and fluff of course. barely edited.
note: panty!peter blurb #1 coming up :D also, this is the way i believe y/n would have found out about spider-man, but i have another request for the same thing so i’ll probably do an alternative version!
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you couldn’t stop thinking about it. how?
how does peter manage to get into your room every night? okay, not every night, but most nights.
most nights, peter magically and mysteriously sneaks his way up into your forbidden bedroom with ease. sometimes, you even wait and watch outside your window to try to get a peak at what he’s doing. but you never see him.
he’s just so slick. how does he do it?
you and peter have been together for over a month now, if you’re counting the day he broke in. the feeling isn’t necessarily new in your heart. you feel like you’ve known him your whole life. like he’s always just… been there.
through this month of stability yet craziness, you haven’t gone back to the frat house since the halloween party. you thought that after you guys got together you would stay there more often, but peter doesn’t want you to be ‘attacked’ by the guys. meaning, he doesn’t want them to ask a million questions when you guys are supposed to be private. you thought his excuse was dumb, but he was also just being a bit protective.
in reality, peter just didn’t know how to get you into the frat house without anyone seeing you. you both had agreed that your relationship was going to be kept private, very private. people could spread rumors and assume you two were together, but you weren’t going to show each other off. you guys liked it this way, it made your relationship more special because it was just for you two.
peter had a sixth sense, sticky fingers, and webs. it was pretty easy for him to crawl up into your room especially because you didn’t have security cameras (maybe you guys should get some at some point though…). you would constantly ask him how he does it since you live on the second floor and it was high up. but peter responds by not responding and instead laughs and kisses you. god, he was too good at distracting you.
but tonight, you were determined to find out.
peter had already texted you earlier and said he wouldn’t be able to stop by tonight because of overbearing homework. you completely understood, and sent him a good luck and goodnight to me then message. but truly, you were sneaking out and heading towards the frat.
you put on your sneakers and a hoodie, pulling the strings tightly around your head. the early december weather was no joke in massachusetts, and your thermal leggings were barely helping to keep you warm. as quietly as possible, you leave through the back door, making sure not to alert anyone or anything. not like you have a system to alert though.
you cut through some of the hedges until you’re in the front yard and the frat is staring at you from across the street. taking a deep, chilly breath, you cross the road with your frozen fingers tucked in your pocket.
all the lights in the top rooms were off, except one. you’re not totally sure which one is peter’s, but what other frat guy would stay up until 11 p.m. working on homework?
maybe ned, but he sleeps downstairs.
you walk until you’re under the window, the yellowish light taunting you. there was no latter, vine, rope, or magic hair to get you into the bedroom. the houses were built very similarly, and you know he doesn’t bring a latter with him.
so how does he do it?
you take a glance at your surroundings. the biggest difference of your houses was that the guys’ didn’t have large garden hedges. they just had a shit ton of messy bushes that they should probably trim once in a while.
having no ideas, you try to jump towards the window. great, that’s totally going to help you. maybe you’ll get some super jump that can spring you up and inside.
you feel stupid. yeah, peter may be the smartest person on campus and going to mit on a full academic scholarship, but how does he sneak into your room? with geometry? you didn’t think so.
wait.
what if… he’s hiding something from you?
that would explain why he’s so weird about it. letting the impulsive decisions take you over, you throw a rock at his window. hopefully, you’ll get his attention and he’ll come down, so you can see how he does it. or he’ll just go through the front door… whatever he does, you need to ask him this question right now. or else you’ll never be able to sleep again.
when throwing the rock gets tedious and noisy, you quit. just as you’re about to drop to the ground in annoyance, you hear a distant whipping sound. you hold your breath as if the person whipping will hear you.
fuck. it wasn’t a good idea for you to go out at night.
suddenly feeling anxious and scared, you slowly creep towards the sorority house. you don’t get too far before you see a body flinging through the air. the whipping noise gets closer and closer to you with every web on the streetlights. what the…
there’s only one person that could possibly be doing the impossible.
spider-man.
but what was he doing in your little neighborhood? this was one of the safest places in the area, so he didn’t need to check up here. there were so many more places in massachusetts that needed saving. feeling beyond curious, your feet scatter to hide you behind one of the untrimmed bushes.
you watch through crowded leaves as spider-man swings through the neighborhood, getting towards you. it’s like he can sense you and he’s coming for you. your heart thumps wildly in your chest, nervous about seeing him. you’ve never seen him before, and at least not in person. he was popular on the newspaper and television screens, but never on the street. unless you lived within the city.
with one long and final thwip, spider-man flings himself towards the frat house.
what. the…
you place your hand over your mouth, just in case your breathing is too loud. you intensely watch as the spider crawls up the white wall and towards the only lit window in the whole house.
no. fucking. way.
before you could fully register what you were seeing, you felt the gasp leave your mouth. you slap both of your hands on your face to shut yourself up. you nearly fall back on your heels as spider-man halts his movements. he scans his surroundings before jumping down the wall entirely.
your eyes are wide and your hands of shaking. you’ve never felt your heart beat so unbelievably fast, but you’ve also never been more afraid. what does he do to people that find out? what is going to happen to your relationship?
the body of blue and red stocks closer to the bushes with careful steps. you try to scoot away, but your back hits the fence. the wood creaks, your actions not quiet enough. his footsteps pick up speed as they rush to the bushes with determination.
spider-man jumps over the plant with grace, hoping to see a wild animal of some sort. but when he sees his girl with the most shocked and terrified expression in the world, he immediately falls to his knees.
“y/n,” he calmly says, slowly inching to you. he doesn’t hesitate to comfort you as peter. you don’t move, you just listen. “it’s okay. i promise.”
now that he sensed you, peter could hear your heartbeat overbearingly in his ears. he could hear your muffled breaths under your palm, and he just wanted to soothe your fear.
“baby,” he wanted to cuddle your body until you stopped shaking. you weren’t crying, you were just in shock. peter takes a quick glance at his surroundings before yanking off his mask and kneeling, so you could see his face reflecting off the moonlight. “it��s just me.”
“i…” you whispered as your hands fell from your face. peter doesn’t hesitate to grab them gently with his gloved ones. “…knew it.”
“you knew i was spider-man?”
“well… for like five seconds,” you flusteredly laugh while trying to recover. you still haven’t gotten used to this. well it’s only been a minute. “i knew you were hiding something.”
“what are you doing out this late anyway?” he stares straight up at the moon as it shines vehemently over you both.
“uh… well,” you start, “i was kind of curious as to how you always snuck into my bedroom without a latter or something, so i went to see? i don’t really know what i was looking for.”
peter chuckles. “but you found your answer, yeah?”
“yeah, i did,” you smile with sweetness as peter helps you up from the grass floor.
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“it’s different breaking into your room rather than mine,” you say as you sit on the edge of peter’s bed. you watch as he tosses his mask inside of a box labeled books. “so that’s what was in the box. not dirty magazines.”
“surprise?” peter laughs and you giggle at his shyness. his cheeks and nose were red from the cold, but also from the slight blush that crossed them. you made him feel all warm and tingly inside, and even a little gooey.
his hand reaches for the button on his chest. it deflates, instantly becoming huge around him.
“wait,” you stop him before he undresses himself. he looks towards you. “can i just… look at you for a moment? in the suit?”
a small smirk creeps up his face. peter clicks the button again and his suit encloses on his body, outlining his muscles perfectly. every ridge and curve of him was being shown off by the spandex. you felt a spark of lust fire inside of you at the sight.
“like me in my suit, baby?” he teased as he trudged over to you. you stood up from the bed to meet his buff chest. you nodded with a bite of your lip.
he nearly growls before attaching your lips. it’s barely been a day since he’s last kissed you, but that’s too long for him. his gloved hand grips your jaw to deepen the kiss while your hands explore his messy hair.
the heat between you was undeniable. you were getting worked up over peter in his suit, and that’s something you never thought was possible. because you didn’t think peter being spider-man was possible.
is there a spider-man kink?
you take your shirt off after breaking the kiss, but resume it in no time. as he pushes you onto the bed, you stop him, having a new idea in mind.
“peter,” you sigh, spandex body hovering over yours.
“you okay?”
“yeah, yes. i just…” you swallowed, “can i…”
you didn’t really get your question out. you just slithered your body off the bed until your knees were digging into his carpet. peter’s eyebrows shoot up as he stares down at your figure, submissive below him.
“fuck. you want to touch my cock?” peter was already growing hard at the idea of fucking you in his suit. he found it hot that you found his suit hot. everything seemed to be a turn on right now. but now you were on your fucking knees like an angel and damn near begging to touch him?
how could he say no?
“go ahead then, sweet girl,” peter allows, but you stay still.
“how do i take it off—?”
“right—”
he unzips a zipper that you swear wasn’t there before. you barely take him fully out before you’re drooling at the sight. he was big and thick, and you don’t think you’d ever get used to looking at and feeling him.
your thumb drags over his weepy tip and he winces at your freezing touch.
“sorry!” you exclaimed with a funky smile. he forcefully laughs while you spit warmth into your hand.
“it’s okay, baby.”
your delicate hand wraps around him as you shift up and down. he sighs into the air, eyes fluttering back. your other hand scratches his thighs lightly. then, you fondle his balls until he’s groaning above you.
“fuck, darling,” he moans as his rough hand rests on your head. with his grip on you, you feel inclined to put your mouth on him. you’re barely an inch away, so what are you waiting for?
your lips pucker as you kiss his veiny shaft. you see from the top of your eyes how his face floods with pleasure, and your ego rises.
“if you look at me like that again, i’m going to explode, baby,” peter husks with his fingers laced in your hair for support.
with a hummed chuckle, you finally place your mouth on him. you suck on his leaky tip as a deep groan elicits from him. his noises always give you a bunch of reassurance, so you hum against him in satisfaction.
“takin’ me so well,” peter forces himself to stay still and let you do all the work. although, his hips just want to break free and ram into the back of your throat until you lose your voice. for another time… “love when you’re on your knees for me.”
you vibrated a moan against his cock as you took him deeper, a little more than half way. you were never the best at giving head because you couldn’t go that far down without gagging atrociously, but after peter showed you a better technique, for breathing and comfort, he thought you were a professional.
“you like being on your knees for me? or for spider-man?”
a groggy moan rippled around his cock from your filled throat, confirming his suspicions. you were definitely turned of the idea of peter as spider-man, and because of that, he was too. every time you were horny, peter was too.
you released your hands from him and braced them on his thighs. you focused and remembered the small notes he’s given you before. you take a long breath before sinking his cock deep in the back of your mouth. your thumb stabs your palm to eliminate your gag reflex, and it works. your nose nudges the base of his cock and you can see up close how his abs contract tightly.
“fuck! doing so good for me. going to make me come, sweet girl.”
hearing this, you bob and twist your head with a goal. your tongue swirls exploring around each ridge like it’s never tasted the plain before. peter was delicious; he was sweet with a pinch of saltiness that made you a fan of giving head. you would get on your knees any day for him.
his cock twitches in your mouth, warning you that he’s coming. you feel his hips buck into you as he strongly yanks your hair. you groan as he lets himself go.
“where do you want it? on your face? chest? or are you going to swallow it like a good girl?”
even when his dick twitches again, you don’t make an effort to move. you lick the underside of him, which sends peter over the edge.
a string of hushed groans fall from his pink lips as his muscles clench. ropes of his orgasm spurts down your throat, and you swallow every drop like a champ. well, almost all. parts of his come drip from the corner of your lip as he slowly pulls out of you.
the second he exits you, your jaw is instantly sore and achy, but it was worth it. to see the flustered and breathless peter above you was worthless everytime. peter was nearly disoriented by how fucking incredible your mouth was. how you were.
he tucks himself back into his suit as you remain on the floor. he leans down and helps you up, your knees popping in the process.
“how was it this time?” you croaked, voice cracking horrendously. peter tries not to laugh as he wipes away the nearly dried sperm on your face. you open your mouth without a thought, and he sticks his thumb in your mouth for you to lick it clean.
“it was good. fucking amazing. impeccable. exceeded expectations. outstanding performance—”
“okay, okay i get it. you’re a nerd!” you brokenedly laugh as you shove his chest. you got a sudden wave of chills because you were starting to get a bit cold. your body was still running hot because you were still, well, turned on.
“nerds are awesome, okay? they know everything.”
“like what? impress me,” you challenge as you throw your leg on top of his lap and get yourself seated. he smirks, feeling his cock chuff up a bit already. you were beyond soaked in your panties, and you just couldn’t wait for peter to destroy you.
peter knows you didn’t actually want him to say anything nerdy, so he made it a bit sexual. as always.
“they know how to… kiss.”
“you’re probably the one nerd that knows how to kiss.”
“okay, fine. i know how to kiss,” his hand cups your face as it leans closer towards his. he places a soft, longing kiss on your swollen lips before pulling away way too fast for your liking. “i know how to touch you, i know how to rile you up. right? i’m doing it right now. and you’re probably soaking.”
a warmth wave floods through your body at his words.
“i know how to talk to you too. bet these dirty words are going straight to your little clit, huh?”
“peter,” you whimper. he was right. he was beyond right.
his hand trails down your bare stomach and hovers over your clothed cunt. he can feel the heavy heat radiating from you through your leggings, begging for more.
“i can feel you. i can smell you, too. a perk of being spider-man,” he smiles, “guess this nerd is pretty great.”
“peter!” you shook his shoulders in desperation, but he didn’t move. you had a love hate relationship with his teasing. he indeed got you riled up, to the max, until you were begging him to touch you. he just dragged it on and on and on. he loved hearing you beg for it.
“okay, okay, sweet girl,” peter chuckled as his fingers fumbled down the waistline of your leggings. they were thick, so you helped him get them down. “just want to hear you say how awesome nerds are first. how do you think i made these webs?”
“you’re the hottest, super-nerd i’ve ever met in my life. now can you please fuck me?” you begged as your cunt ached.
“aw thanks, baby,” all he did was laugh at your misery with a smirk. “all you had to do was say please.”
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note: not my best work, but i hope you enjoyeddd. literally posting this at 1 am :D
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WAIT WAIT I DIDNT EVEN SEE U HAD TOM REQS OPEN, BUT I'VE BEEN THINKING ABT A FAME AU SORTA THING AND TOM IS PERFECT FOR IT:
just sort of tom and reader sneaking around the pap to see each other, secret moments in crowded rooms y'know all that lovey shtick.
(this ones so vague im sorry 😭 however was inspired by 'paris' by miss ts)
this one is SILLY but i love her thank you sm for the req love!!!
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at first it was actually quite stressful, dodging cameras and wandering eyes, rarely leaving the house just the two of you and never touching in public, but as time went on, it sort of became a bit of a game. although you might have been getting a little too bold.
tom is definitely getting too bold, sending you glances across the room where he sits with harry and haz, something bubbly in his hand.
you sit at a different table with a few costars, trying not to get too distracted by tom’s smirk and dark brown eyes. it’s hard though, considering the perfectly tailored suit hes wearing, accompanied by shiny cufflinks and his glasses after you’d begged him to wear them tonight. you feel a strange sense of triumph knowing you’re the one to have convinced him to wear his glasses, likes its just one more secret to add to the list. his hair is a proper mess, proper in the sense it’s styled to look effortless, but it’s tom, so of course it’s effortless.
you take a sip from your glass of water and lean in a bit closer to hear the story maude is telling a bit better, something about her latest play. there’s cameras everywhere, people posting instagram stories and journalists coming in from the red carpet, big cinematic set ups for the live stream about to take place.
you swear you sense him before he even utters your name, maybe you smell his cologne or hear his voice subconsciously amongst a hundred others, but suddenly he’s at your table, greeting others before you.
he says your name, feigning surprise as if you didn’t wake up in his bed this morning.
“i didn’t know you’d be here tonight,” he says, hand on the back of your chair. hes smirking, glasses slipping down the bridge of nose. you think you see harry gag behind him.
you smile innocently up at him, licking your lips, “tom! it’s so nice to see you!” you push your chair back and stand to give him a hug, biting back a laugh when harry mutters a curse under his breath and walks away from the two of you with full commitment. tom does the same.
a camera pans around the room from a few tables away and you begin pull away but tom stops you, whispering “coat check” before you separate.
you hear him, but keep up the facade, “it’s so nice to see you,” you fake niceties.
“you as well, i’m sure i’ll see you around, just gonna do the rounds,” he moptions a circle with his finger, nodding at the rest of the table before wandering off.
“i guess you haven’t seen each other since the movie came out,” someone across from you says, “lovely man,” they tell you.
you simply agree before excusing yourself to the bathroom.
it’s so juvenile, you think, the giddy feeling you get in your stomach from sneaking around and giggling with tom in dark corners like the one you’re in now, tucked away in the coat room, sneaking kisses and little touches when no one is watching.
“tom–” you don’t know what cuts you off first, your stifled laugh or his mouth on yours, “i have to get back to my table.”
he grips your waist so you cant wiggle away, grinning at you.
“we’re gonna get caught,” you’re kissing him back, so it’s hard for him to believe you really have to go, even for a second.
“not if you stop talking,” he teases.
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Could you write tom being really affectionate towards reader? Never really had that :( I got really used to the bare minimum
Admiration and Adoration
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Synopsis: Tom’s adoration and affection towards you is everything.
Warnings: none, besides maybe a hint of angst if you squint? proof read this only once so…sorry for any typos or mistakes. Bad ending, sorry didn’t know how to end this.
A/n: Hi anon so sorry this is so late, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless, here’s a lil blurb sorry it’s a bit short, been having a huge writers block and just trouble sitting down and focusing on anything has been hard. any and all feedback is appreciated. (Wheather asks, reply’s or reblogs) again all enjoy
You always thought Tom was an affectionate person. His love language was touch. Always wanting to shower you with love.
Like holding your hand at any and all times, or just having his hand protectively behind your back when you’re out on a date.
Complimenting you on said date. “You look beautiful darling,” he’d say, eyes looking at you with complete adoration.
Squeezing your hand three times to silently tell you he loves you.
Or holding you close and having a full blown cuddle session when you’re down. “Do you want to talk about it?” He’d asked while rubbing his hand up and down your back, gently resting his forehead against yours.
“No,” you’d said softy tucking your face in the crook of his neck. “Okay, I can just hold you,” he’d whispered, kissing your temple.
He’d always calm you down with his touch and soothing voice when you’re stressed.
“Everything is going wrong and I don’t know what to do,” you huffed quickly, panicking and pacing around the room about happened at work that day.
“Shh, love it’s okay, it’s going to be okay,” he cooed enveloping you gently into a big soft cuddle.
“I don’t know what to do, I don’t kn-“
“shhh, just breathe darling it’s gonna be okay,” he whispered to you cutting off your cries.
“Shh, just breathe, relax,” he softly said putting your head to his chest, you listing to his calm heartbeat and focusing on chest moving up and down steadily. “That’s it, love” he whispered drawing random shapes on your back gently.
You’d get back late from a hard working day knocked out, and ready for bed, if you’re lucky, Tom would be waiting for you in bed all ready to cuddle you to sleep.
Sometimes he’d even help you get ready for bed or take your makeup off or do you skincare routine if you’re too tried.
“I’m so tired, I’m seriously thinking about just going to sleep like this,” you mumbled all sprawled out on the bed like a starfish, clothes on and everything.
“Don’t worry, love, you stay here okay?” “Don’t have to tell me twice,” you mumbled already half asleep.
A minute later you feel something cold on your face just as you’re about to fall asleep. You
open your eyes to see Tom sitting on the edge of the bed with your makeup wipes in his hand. He’d then proceed to help you change and dressing you in your pjs.
And you’d fall asleep legs tangled and head on his shoulder with his arms tight around your waist. So yeah you wouldn’t change a thing.
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my vision is peter parker and my favorite song holy ground please and thank you
Oh gosh I know the Peter blogs that follow my blog are most likely inactive but I had this in the drafts for so long .. I couldn’t not share 🥺
I also rewatched the mcu spiderman movies recently & it made me miss Peter so muchhhhh 🥲🥲
holy ground x peter parker
you marveled at the specks of freckles on his nose. mesmerized by the twinkle in his eye. his fingers perfectly wrapped around yours as his hand gave yours a slight squeeze.
he leaned over, lips ghosting over yours until your lips were tenderly touching.
your eyes snapped open feeling the absence of his lips. instead, it was the warm rim of your mug that touched your lips. the bittersweet smell of coffee infiltrated your nose. the scent of coffee triggered the moments you'd spent up on the roof of your school each morning before school. the half-empty coffee cups at your side.
there wasn't a day that passed when you didn't think of peter. you wondered what he was up to. sure, you could look him up on social media but his feed hadn't changed. he never posted. he felt like a ghost.
when you typed his name and searched for him on Instagram, the photos you'd taken of him stared back at you. his bright smile and crinkled nose still made your heart flutter and you always closed the app quickly as if he could see you.
"you okay?" the concerned voice of your best friend replaced the panic you'd felt after looking at his instagram.
you nodded taking a quick sip of your coffee instantly regretting it when the hot liquid made contact with your tongue.
"fuck," you cursed under your breath.
"what's that?" she glanced at the screen. peter was still all over it and you quickly grabbed your phone, locking it and putting it in the pocket of your robe. "why don't you call him?" she asked as if she didn't know the entire history of what happened between you and peter.
"you know why," you mumbled this time cradling the cup in your hand, blowing on the liquid waiting for it to cool down before drinking. "he's spiderman!" you exclaimed.
the moments of just the two of you were gone. the times of laughing on the roof as teenagers and doing karaoke were done. you'd grown up and he'd gone to be a hero.
you were left with nothing but an old scatter of images on instagram.
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hiya ! i'm so excited for your blurb sleepover! i wanted to request “Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.” with tom holland please <3
- alltoowelltom
hey love!! thank you @alltoowelltom <3 i did one similar to this here but let's do it again but ✨ differently ✨
warnings: not proofread, being on your period, having mood swings, mentions of drinking
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"what's up with you?" tom questioned when he came over to you in the kitchen, getting a refill and checking in on you. "you aren't glued to the floor in here, are you?"
the music was too loud, fuelling your already raging headache. your gut felt like it was at war with itself. you were so tired that you could probably fall asleep right where you were standing up. but, that was a lot to say and you didn't have it in you to explain it all.
"i'm just not in the party mood," you offered weakly, but tom wasn't having it. he knew you were normally the one that he had to pull away from the party, not pull into it. especially for sam and harry's birthday, you would never isolate yourself in the kitchen. they were your best friends.
tom held out his hand to you. "come on. stop being grumpy. it's lame."
you know he meant it jokingly. you knew that. but you felt like you were being a major party pooper on the birthday of two of your favorite people in the world and with your period, the mood swings were heavy. tears sprung to your eyes and you felt your face crumple. in an attempt to save yourself from embarrassment, you turned to face away from him, but he had already seen your reaction.
"hey, hey, hey," he spoke soothingly, taking a step closer to you and placing a hand on your cheek. "i was just kidding. please don't take it to heart."
you shook your head. "i know you didn't. it's just..." you let out a sigh before you continued to try to calm yourself down. "that time of the month so i don't feel good and clearly don't have control of my emotions."
tom looked around to make sure no one was near—it was pretty evident you didn't want someone to see you upset—and when the coast was clear, he pulled you into his side and led you up the stairs.
"tom, where are we going?" you inquired when you two reached the top of the stairs. you watched his eyes lock on a door before he walked you that way.
"sam's room because it's cleaner than harry's and he has..." tom trailed off while searching through the bedside table drawer for something. a few seconds later, he tossed some medicine bottles onto sam's comforter. "i'll go grab you a water bottle. do you need anything else from down there?"
"tom, i'm fine. you don't have to-"
"it's okay. the boys will understand." he backed up toward the door before flashing you a grin. "so, just a water?"
you couldn't help the smile that crept onto your lips. "uh, yeah. that'd be great. thanks."
his grin widened. "alright, be back in a minute."
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Masterlist
Requests are ✨OPEN✨
STRANGER THINGS
EDDIE MUNSON Fics linked under AUs are in correct timeline order (not super important but im pedantic)
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Henderson!Reader Roll for Persuasion ♡ wc 7k Roll for Deception (coming soon)
Dad!Eddie (read more blurbs and works here) - Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic (coming soon) - Grocery Store - Gremlin wc 5.1k / bonus smutty drabble ♡ - I Think We're Alone Now wc 3.7k ♡ Gremlin add on - Swear Jar - Wanna have sex? wc 2.5k ♡
Cheerleader!reader (read all works here) - Stay the night? - Can you come and get me? - Don't kink shame me ♡ - White Lace, Dark Denim wc 2.8k ♡ - Can I stay over tonight? - Have you seen my jacket? - You're lucky you're hot
Modern!Eddie - Super Like / part 2 / part 3 - Am I your lockscreen?
Rockstar!Eddie x Famous!Reader - I'm gonna marry you one day - You're an idiot NEW! - America's Sweetheart ♡ - untitled* ♡
You're adorable when you ramble (Eddie x tutor!reader)
STEVE HARRINGTON Christmas Eve (Dad!Steve) Idiot in Love (Co-worker!Steve) Super Like (Modern!Steve SMAU) Well this is awkward (different Co-worker!Steve) Untitled* (Ex!Nurse!Steve)
CELEBRITIES / RPF
JOSEPH QUINN Untitled two parter* (Best friend!Joe) In the middle of the night (Co-star!Joe) My mum asked about you again (Ex!Joe)
Young Rhaenyra (HOTD x reader SMAU) Black Cat and The Dragon (Matt Smith x famous!reader SMAU)
Early Christmas Present (Tom Holland x reader) Stan Behaviour (Tom Holland x famous!reader)
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writing prompt: “You’re supposed to be dead!” “Yeah, sorry about that.” for character of choice
“You’re Supposed to Be Dead” : Prompt Preference
Description: "You're supposed to be dead", "Yeah, sorry about that" prompts for Kaz Brekker, Jesper Fahey, Tom Holland, and Harrison Osterfield; some fluff, some hurt-comfort, and some enemies to lovers Warnings: mentions of death/character deaths, violence and violent video games,SOC/SAB standard trigger warnings, etc. Notes: I changed the last line of the prompt slightly, same theme but just not as an actual line but instead the premise only.
Kaz Brekker x Reader
Found here (too long for a blurb type request format)
Jesper Fahey x Reader
“You’re supposed to be dead!” Jesper shouted as he watched his girlfriend casually enter the room.
Y/n shrugged coyly, “plans change”.
Nina giggled in the background as she watched their argument.
Jesper signed, “y/n, this is serious”
“Damn Jesper, didn’t realize you wanted me dead so badly” y/n joked, making Nina snort.
Jesper shook his head furiously, “you know that’s not what’s happening”.
Y/n sighed as he realized he wasn’t going to buy into the playful banter.
“Doll, this was to keep you safe!” Jesper scolded, eyes scanning the otherwise empty Crow Club as if he expected the man hunting her to be following her so closely.
“I know, but plans change” y/n repeated, shrugging off the torn coat that was covered in fake blood.
“Why?!” Jesper panicked, his eyes moving back to her.
Y/n glanced over at Kaz who just stood stoically and stared back at her.
Jesper glanced back and forth between them.
“Wha- you knew?!” he yelled at Kaz out of frustration.
Kaz raised an eyebrow at the outburst but merely adjusted his grip on the head of his cane and nodded once.
Jesper threw his arms in the air exasperatedly, “You helped stage her death! So.., Why would you undo that?! Why-? How-? What?! I don’t-…”.
Kaz signaled for y/n to explain and she sighed reluctantly.
“Jesper, something came up that was more important” she began softly, knowing how he’d argue that nothing was more important than this plan.
“More important than staying safe until you got to Novyi Zem and we could start new lives?!” Jesper argued, a defeated but frustrated look on his face.
“Yes” y/n admitted firmly, stepping closer to him.
“What’s so important that you’d give all that up and break your promise to me?!” Jesper huffed.
She felt guilty for breaking their promise, but she knew she had to.
As she stared guiltily at her boots, she sighed, “your life, Jesper”.
Jesper froze, his hands dropping to his side, “what?”
Y/n took a deep breath and lifted her gaze to him, noticing his eyes had softened.
“Your life was in danger, Jesper. I’m not going to apologize for prioritizing you over myself” she began, holding up a hand as he went to interject, “not when you’d have done the same thing if the roles were reversed”.
Jesper nodded and sighed as he grabbed her hand.
“Doll, how was my life in danger? You were the one Mastian and his crew were after” Jesper pointed out.
“That was true. But, as Kaz finished the last details of my death, he noticed Krishgon nearing the Crow’s Club” y/n explained.
“Krishgon?” Jesper asked, trying to place the name.
“The con man you stole the chest from last week? His goons recognized you from one of the gambling parlors here in the Barrel. Kaz found out he’d taken out a hit on you but hadn’t told any of us” y/n said, her voice taught.
“It was being handled” Kaz cut in, “there hadn’t been any viable threat”.
“Yet” y/n argued, shooting Kaz a glare before facing Jesper again.
“However, it seemed he was going to take the chance of you being distracted by my ‘death’ to exact his consequence” y/n sighed, squeezing her boyfriends hand.
“Well that’s just cruel, way to kick a man when he’s down” Jesper criticized the man’s timing.
Matthias rolled his eyes, “she didn’t actually die Jesper”.
As Jesper went to respond, y/n tugged on his hand to redirect him back to the current issue.
“Krishgon might not be Rollins or Kaz, but that’s almost worse because he doesn’t care about revenge” y/N’s voice shook softly, “he just wants his threats eliminated. So I’m not going to apologize for coming back for you”.
Jesper brushed a few stray tears from her eyes, “I’m sorry love, I didn’t know”.
“I know, but that’s why, Jes. If I stayed dead, I’d be safe but you wouldn’t” y/n surmised.
“And then, she’d also be at risk again, this time by association” Kaz added.
Jesper nodded at Kaz in silent acknowledgment of his understanding as to why Kaz breached the deal they’d made.
“We’ll figure this out, okay love? We can fake another-“ Jesper began, looking to Kaz in hopes he’d have a plan in the works.
“No. I’m not running anymore Jesper. I said I would because it was what you wanted and what you thought was needed. But now it’s not just me. I’m staying “ she stated firmly, looking over at Kaz and nodding once before facing her boyfriend again.
“We’re staying and we’re going to take both gangs down. We’ll take a play from their playbook and eliminate both threats completely if need be” y/n planned aloud.
Jesper raised his eyebrows in shock at her firm yet casual stance on killing two gang bosses.
But as he saw she wasn’t letting up, he smirked and he rested hands on revolvers.
“This is our home and we’re going to keep it” she told him.
He nodded and lifted one of his guns up to his lips, “Yes we are, together”.
Tom Holland x Reader
Tom glared at his brother, “you have to be kidding me”.
Harry smirked and shook his head, “not in the slightest mate. Y/n is due on set any minute now”.
“But she’s supposed to be dead!” Tom groaned loudly.
Harry laughed and shrugged, “well, they brought her back. So you’ll just have to get over your feelings for her and do your job”.
Tom rolled his eyes, “quiet down. Last thing I need is people thinking you mean I have romantic feelings for her”.
“Even though you do” Harry stated simply as he set down Tom’s coffee.
“I do not” Tom scoffed, gritting his teeth.
Harry rolled his eyes, “if you say so mate, but look, you should head over to the set soon”.
Tom glanced at his watch and sighed.
He took a quick sip of his coffee before rushing back to the set with his script in hand.
“Seriously?” Tom groaned as he ran into y/n’s back.
“Excuse me?” Y/n asked, eyes widening as she turned around and saw Tom.
“Of course you’d be in the way” he remarked trying to side step her.
She moved to block him, “you ran into me Holland. Not the other way around”.
Tom rolled his eyes, “yeah, well-“.
Y/n watched as he scrambled for a comeback, a smirk growing on her face, “well?”
“You’re supposed to be dead!” Tom shouted, getting the attention of a few other cast members.
Y/n scoffed and shrugged, “I didn’t ask them to bring me back, but I guess the fans love me”.
“I suppose someone has to” Tom huffed.
Y/n’s confident posture slackened some; betraying the fact his attack actually landed this time.
But instead of feeling proud, Tom felt guilty; he knew he’d taken it too far.
“Let’s just get this over with” she groaned, turning away from him and towards the scene.
“Are we seriously going with this angle?” y/n asked, her script slapping the desk dramatically.
“I have to agree, this seems unrealistic” Tom agreed, his eyes rereading the kissing scene.
The director laughed and shook his head, “that’s the direction we’ve been told to go. Besides, everyone loves an enemies to lovers story”.
Y/n groaned, “y/c/n would never fall for t/c/n”.
Tom rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, “and vice versa”.
Y/n rolled her eyes at Tom’s weak dig but focused back on the director, “I just don’t think the chemistry will work right for this dynamic”.
The director suppressed a smirk and shrugged, “it’s up to you and Tom to make sure that it does. Something tells me you’ll fall into place with this change easier than you think”.
Harry had to force himself not to laugh as he smirked across the room at his clueless older brother.
Both Tom and y/n groaned as they glared at each other across the table.
“You need to let me see it” Tom said, in character.
“No, I don’t want you touching me” y/n responded, sure to have her character glare up at Tom’s character.
As Tom rolled his eyes he sighed loudly, “how am I to stitch your cut back together if I can’t touch you?”.
“Why do you want to touch me?” Y/N’s character chided, looking away.
“I never said I did” Tom rebutted, grabbing some medical supplies from various places in the fake medical wing.
Y/n hummed loudly, “You never said you didn’t.”
“Do you want to bleed out or can I stitch your damn arm?” Tom’s character snapped.
“Fine” y/n groaned, holding her arm closer to him as he brought over the tray of medical supplies.
“Thank you your highness” he mocked.
“Stop calling me that” y/n said as her character bristled.
“It is your title, is it not?” Tom argued, wiping the fake wound on her arm.
“Not any more, and you know that” she said, a blatant reference to the scene in which her character had given up her title in order to join the resistance against their country’s abusive king.
Tom character sighed softly as he began to ‘stitch’ her ‘wound’, “you’re right, I’m sorry”.
Y/N’s character stayed silent but stoic, acting as if nothing impacted her.
It reminded Tom of the way y/n was around him off set.
“We’re on the same team now you know” y/n said as he continued to stitch her.
“Then maybe you should start acting like it, show a little trust maybe?” He argued, wrapping gauze around her arm.
“Me? You barely have said a word to me since I’ve been back and when you do it’s always harsh” she snapped, some tears in her eyes as she looked over at him.
Tom felt himself fall into the moment, and he truly couldn’t tell if she was faking it or not.
But as his eyes dropped to her lips before moving back to her eyes he hoped it seemed to have been done in character still and not his own actions.
A loud noise echoed through the otherwise quiet scene as one of the extras walking by behind them tripped and knocked over the plant in the corner.
The director yelled cut as y/n tried to not laugh about the interruption due to how close Tom’s face was to hers.
She didn’t want her breath to hit his face.
However, Tom was still stuck in the moment.
He reached out and took hold of her jaw.
“Umm..Tom?” Y/n asked, looking at him.
She saw the look in his eyes and signaled towards the group huddling by the plant to ensure it and the characters were back in their exact and proper places “The scene is over”.
He nodded slowly, blinking silently for a few seconds before seemingly finding himself and stepping back.
“Damn, really wanted to kiss me huh Holland?” Y/n mocked, standing up and undoing the wrap on her arm so they could redo it for the next take.
“Shut up y/l/n” Tom groaned, running his hand down his face.
“Make me” she tuck her tongue out at him childishly.
Tom snapped his eyes back at her and mumbled something under his breath before looking away.
Rolling her eyes, she set down the gauze and began taking off the fake stitches.
However, even with her back to him, y/n felt Tom’s eyes on her the whole time.
“Let me” Tom said, watching as she struggled to remove the last of the fake stitches without ripping it.
“No” y/n remarked turning away from him, “I’ve got it”.
He groaned loudly as he moved closer, “you’re going to rip it”.
“No I’m not, now fuck off” she huffed, fingers slipping on the fx makeup.
Tom laughed and shook his head, “would you just let me help you?”
“I don’t need your help Tom” she stated stubbornly.
“I’m well aware of that y/n, but I’d like to get a move on with this” he retorted, guessing to the set.
“Why are you in such a big hurry? Wanting to know what it’s like to kiss me that badly?” Y/n joked with a roll of her eyes.
Tom glared briefly but then eyes softened as he went back to trying to help her, “I have my reasons”.
“Which are?” She pressed, holding her arm away from him.
“Doesn’t matter” he murmured.
Y/n sighed, “if you tell me, I’ll let you help me with this”.
Tom smirked softly and sighed, “fine. Maybe I do want to kiss you”
Y/n laughed loudly and rolled her eyes, “hilarious Tom, whatever just forget it”.
As she moved away from him again, he grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.
“I wasn’t joking” he confessed.
Despite her hesitation she saw the way he looked at her lips and was starting to feel inclined to believe him.
“Tom it’s not funny. I know you hate me but don’t do what you’re trying to do. That would be a new low, even for you” she warned.
He sighed, “y/n, I don’t hate you”.
Raising an eyebrow at him she huffed, “yes you do. You have from day one”.
Tom bit his cheek and closed his eyes, “I hate how you make me feel”.
“Same thing” y/n groaned.
“No. I hate that you drive me crazy. I feel like I’m an incompetent babbling fool whenever we’re in the same room. I hate the way you make me always want to redo every scene until it is enough to impress you. I hate the way your red lipstick makes your lips stand out even more. I hate the way you make me nervous no matter how prepared I am for the day. I hate the way-“ Tom rambled on.
Y/n brushed aside any worries about this being a ploy.
While they bickered and argued, Tom had never been cruel to her.
Which is why his harsher than normal comment earlier impacted her.
She noticed she had begun to zone out on what he was saying as her eyes focused onto the way his lips were moving.
Y/n firmly grasped his shirt and pulled him to her until their lips met.
Tom’s hand immediately found her hair and his fingers looped through it as he smiled into the kiss.
When they parted for air, they both had a slightly shy grin making them laugh.
“I don’t hate you” he summarized with a blush.
“I can see that now Tom” y/n smirked.
“But, there is one thing that I hate..” she stated.
Rising an eyebrow at her he nervously joked, “was I that bad of a kisser?”
She laughed and shook her head, “no. I hate that you drive me crazy and you’re not even mine”.
Tom smirked before smiling widely, “well, what do you say we fix the last part of that?”
Harrison Osterfield x Reader
“Haaazzz I suck” y/n groaned as she tugged on his hoodie.
“Come on love, practice makes perfect “ he grinned kissing her cheek once the hood fell onto her shoulders.
She huffed playfully and plopped onto his sofa, “you just want to show off”.
“How’s that?” He asked, sitting next to her and pulling her closer.
“By winning each match” she pouted.
“We can be on the same team then love, how’s that sound?” He offered, handing her a controller.
She smiled and nodded in agreement.
After a few rounds, she glanced over at her boyfriend with a smug expression.
“What?” He laughed, tickling her sides.
She kicked and squirmed as she laughed loudly.
“I think I’ve learned enough now” she answered when he stopped tickling her.
He lifted an eyebrow at her in confusion as he waited for an explanation.
“Like you said, practice makes perfect “ she shrugged.
“You want to compete now?” He laughed softly, nodding towards the tv screen.
She smirked and nodded, “loser makes dinner”.
Harrison laughed, “I must’ve forgotten how much you like to cook”.
“Ha, ha, ha, very funny Haz” she scoffed, “set it up”.
“Cheater!” Y/n screamed as she made her character run away from Haz’s.
Harrison smirked and tickled her side again, making her laugh loudly as she scooted down the couch.
“Stop cheating Haz!” She giggled, her smile making his grow.
He sighed softly to himself as he watched the way she intently moved her character to another part of the screen.
“Stop watching my screen” she whined, playfully smacking his arm.
Harrison chuckled and kissed her cheek, “I don’t want to make dinner”.
“You should be able to beat me still Osterfield” she pointed out teasingly.
“But perhaps I’ve bested you, maybe Tom will be more of a competition for me” she shrugged.
Harrison rolled his eyes softly as she smirked once she saw the competitive glow return to his eyes as he grabbed his controller.
“No!” She shouted, a frown on her lips as she stared at the screen, “I died! How did I die?”
Harrison suppressed a laugh at her adorable pout.
He set his controller beside him as he moved to pull her body towards him.
“Wait!” She gasped, making him freeze.
But in the time it took him to process what she was actually reacting to, she’d shot and killed his character.
Not once, but three times.
“You’re supposed to be dead!” Harrison shined.
She shrugged you set it up Haz
He groaned as he recalled having allowed for three chances before final death/loss of the match.
“You get to make dinner” she cheered, bouncing in her spot.
Harrison ran an embarrassed hand down his face but smiled, “that was already the plan my love”
“You’re just saying that cause you lost” she beamed proudly.
Haz laughed and leaned over to give her a soft kiss, “I still say you cheated”.
“You set it up!” She argued as he made his way for the kitchen to cook them dinner.
“And you said you died!” He teased, pulling out the ingredients he’d set aside for dinner to night.
“I thought I did, turns out I’m immortal!” She exclaimed with a laugh.
“After dinner we’ll see about that darling” Haz commented with a smile on his face.
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SHAY'S 100 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION!
you're invited! to celebrate 100 followers (small milestone, but it's still something), i'll write fics and blurbs that have hot men in them for you! scroll down to find this party's agenda...
this will take place from febuary 21st, 2024 to march 31, 2024!
THESE ARE ALL X READERS!
the guestlist! pick a character down below!
-tom holland + co (nathan drake, peter parker, arvin russel)
-zendaya + co (michelle jones)
-miscellaneous characters: bucky barnes, loki, steve rogers, stucky, tony stark, miles morales, doctor strange, peter quill, eddie brock
the menu! pick a something to go along with your character! make sure to pick a genre when you send in an ask (fluff, angst, flangst, could be a lil spicy but no nsfw!)
-character from a guestlist and a dialougue prompt from this list or this list... make sure to specify who's doing it!
-character from guestlist and an action prompt from this list or this list... make sure to specify who's doing it!
-character from the guestlist paired with an au... action/dialougue prompt is optional (venom!reader, blackcat!reader, cop!peter, actress/singer!reader, etc).
rules and regulations! just a few things to mention...
-no nsfw/smut!
-specify a genre (fluff, angst, flangst) please!
-when you send in a request, even more so for the au, please give a little summary!
-i mostly write for marvel characters, (aside from arvin russell and nathan drake) so if you send in one of those, you'll be more likely to get a better, longer fic. this includes michelle jones, peter parker, zendaya, tom holland, arvin russell, and bucky barnes, but you don't have to.
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Peter Parker (Tom Holland)
ONE-SHOTS + BLURBS
Smitten | fluff | blurb
Just Peter Parker falling for you and coming up with the silliest plan to talk to you more. | High School!AU
Stolen Moments | fluff |
You and Peter’s first kiss didn’t go the way you planned. High School!AU | MCU!Peter Parker x Best Friend!Reader
Pampered | fluff | blurb
You pamper your boyfriend with skincare after a long day. | Boyfriend!Peter Parker x Reader
Sparkles and Surprises | fluff | hurt/comfort | requested
You’re scared of fireworks and Peter comforts you for the Fourth of July (but things don’t go according to plan, like at all). | Boyfriend!Peter Parker x Reader
SERIES
Inferior Flames | e2l | angst | fluff | comedy | slow burn | maybe smut? | series
[one] [two] [three] [four...?]
Your father wants you to knock Peter down a peg. OR Peter is bitter because you’re an Avenger and he’s not.
Desiderium | comedy | fluff | dunno if it’ll be a series
In which Peter accidentally travels to your Earth, where he’s a wanted criminal and you’re supposed to arrest him. | Multiverse!AU | MCU!Spider-Man x Cop!Reader | Peter Parker x Cop!Reader
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we need a part two when they finish the project please
sweetheart (part 2)
warnings: smut; (f- receiving [fingering, clit stimulation], praise kink, protected sex, slight cock-warming, dirty talk), and tiny fluff
note: i’m soooo sorry i haven’t been as active. once june starts i’ll be able to write more and post more stories, but right now i’m super busy. i have a few fics right now that i’ve started, but haven’t gotten the chance to sit down and finish them. so for now, please accept this blurb 😖 sweetheart part 1
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you’ve always had a liking for school, in every aspect. unlike most people, you enjoyed doing homework and projects because it helped you understand the material you were learning. specifically, you adored science. you thought that the facts and what-ifs of the universe were fascinating, and you wouldn’t mind spending your whole life experimenting to discover new things. you absolutely loved chemistry and found it fun to analyze different equations to see what substance creates which reaction.
but right now, you’ve never hated science more.
peter is sitting on his computer typing away on the essay portion while you’re trying to focus on writing the poster. in all honesty, he gave you the easier job and you’re grateful, but you can’t seem to focus. not after he had his warm mouth on your pussy only two hours ago. every few moments, you would peek at peter’s fingers typing. you were getting so desperate to the point that each word he typed sent a tingle down your belly. when you two made light conversation, you swear his voice got a little deeper each time, and the rumbly rasp nearly sent you flying onto his lap.
“y/n, did you hear me?” you did not hear him.
“huh?” you blinked a few times, shaking all your dirty thoughts of his fingers from you. but they looked so rough and they moved so quickly, just like they did in you—
“are you okay?” no, you were not okay.
“uh, yeah, i’m fine,” you lied because you just wanted to finish the project, so peter could withhold his promise. that promise was the only thing getting you through this poster. there seemed to be a million facts and a lot of diagrams.
“what’d i say about lying?” peter asked with a head tilt and an octave-lower voice, his fingers halting on the keyboard. your heart skipped an erratic beat and your pencil dropped onto the poster paper.
“d-don’t do it.”
“good, you remembered,” he smirked subtly before typing away again. you take shallow breaths, wondering how he takes away your breath so easily.
the pulsing need of your clit and the burning of your stomach keep you from focusing. after ten minutes of hazily writing and sketching nonsense, you swallow your fear.
“peter, i was wondering if…we could take a break?” you suggested, pencil spinning around your anxious finger.
“sure, that sounds good,” he replies, but not the way you wanted him to. you watch as he saves his progress and closes his computer before walking around the kitchen island. he grabs two cups of water and hands one over to you when you appear at his side.
“oh, i’m not thirsty,” you smile to deny his offer.
“but you will be,” peter says nonchalantly before taking a smooth sip of his water. you feel the all-too familiar blush cascade across your neck as your eyes wander around the floor.
“are you all shy now? you didn’t seem to be when you were checking me out earlier,” peter taunts with a fake-innocent smile and places his glass on the counter. your eyes go wide for a moment, embarrassed that you were caught. “what? you didn’t think i saw you looking at me like you were going to jump on me? i know needy eyes when i see them, baby.”
the overwhelming heat of your skin fogs up your brain, making it impossible to focus on anything but the words leaving his lips. you’re silently begging him to touch you, to mend that ache in your cunt with his rough fingers. and hopefully, his cock. god, you want to see and feel his cock more than anything. you bet it would stretch you out for a whole week.
you swear you’re not normally like this.
“something’s on your mind,” peter observes with squinted eyes and a hand under his chin. “what is it?”
oh, just the idea of you fucking me into oblivion that’s all is what you wanted to say, but of course you didn’t. you mumbled out some gibberish that he couldn’t understand.
“i can’t hear you, sweetheart,” his words were so condescending, and in some twisted way, it turned you on so much.
“your promise,” you finally said, looking at his eyes. with each passing moment they grew from brown to shades darker.
“oh, i see,” peter tsks, “please, remind me what my promise was again? i seem to have forgotten.”
peter just loves games. especially the ones where he can feel your skin radiating fiery heat and watch your body squirm in its place. like he has all night, he’s been able to smell your arousal throughout the two hours you’ve been working. it utterly killed him to sit steady and type some scientific essay that wasn’t nearly as entertaining as your moans or ogasmic face. it was even worse knowing that you were just as desperate, but most likely didn’t want to interrupt your guys’ work time. what an angel you were.
but right now, peter’s never wanted to do more sinful things.
“you said…” how does he say such dirty words with ease? “you said we could continue what we were doing earlier.”
you lean your back against the counter, heart beating erratically in your chest as you try to remain cool. but your entire body was on fire and your clit was throbbing in your soaked underwear, so it was pretty difficult to stay focused.
“and what was that? use your words,” peter softly demands, licking his lips smugly. a never-ending heat cascades through your body, making your heart beat faster than ever. you breathe in, trying to get the courage to be so upfront.
“you said you would…fuck me,” you surprised yourself when you said the words. they sounded even bolder than you would have thought. every little moment he doesn’t say anything makes you think he’s just going to laugh at you. at this point, you think you’ve gone insane because you can no longer feel your heart beating. just the impending silence dangling between you two.
“good girl. now i remember,” peter smiles proudly and inches his way closer to you. his hand snakes up your neck and caresses your jaw. his thumb plays innocently with your bottom lip as your trembling breath huffs out. he could do whatever he wanted to you, and you would let him. “it wouldn’t be very nice if i didn’t keep my promise, would it?”
“no,” you waver out. your legs are stiffened together and your eyes are straining on his every move.
peter solely smirks before leaning down to kiss you. like the movies, his kiss is soft and pleasant. the way your lips molded together caused such an intense chemical reaction, and you would love to experiment on it. multiple times. every day. you would kiss him as many times as you could. you never would forget the magnetic feeling of his lips on yours.
your hands get lost in his brown hair, twisting their way through his ends. you’re so lost within his kiss that you didn’t even comprehend when he said “jump,” but you subconsciously listened and leaped into his hold. peter carried you to his bedroom, which you have been dying to see since you walked through the door. you believed someone’s bedroom said a lot about them.
however, you were too focused on other things to analyze peter’s bedroom. peter delicately lays you onto his black sheets, still kissing you like the world is ending. he slowly makes his way down your warm neck as you hum at the feeling. knowing what’s coming, you don’t wait for peter to ask permission behind discarding your own shirt. you close your eyes and tell yourself to not be self-conscious. he’s already seen you naked, so why be nervous?
seeing this, peter frowns slightly. his rough fingertip taps lightly on your temple. “open. wanna see your pretty eyes.”
your stomach tingles at his words before obeying his request. instead of smirking, peter smiles goofily and then kisses your cheek. a wave of warmth erupts through your skin at his affection. your entire body was covered in flames at this point, and you wondered if you would even be alive to get to the good part.
his tough hands roam your supple skin in hopes of exploring every inch. the rough texture left tingles in its trail.
“jeans?” he asks, looking up at you for approval.
“yes. please, peter,” you rushed and pleaded. your clit was begging for some friction, and you were about to start crying if you didn’t get something.
“gotta tell me what you want, sweetheart,” peter sang, thumbs rubbing the supple skin of your inner thighs teasingly. you wavered out a shaky breath, trying to conjure up the words.
“i need you so bad it hurts,” you whimpered. you were honest with peter, but your words weren’t what he wanted.
“i bet it does, baby. but that’s not what i asked,” peter flicks your clit through your underwear causing you to gasp at this unexpected movement. your thighs twitch and tighten at his teasing. he does it a few more times, just to get your body even more excited, and to get you to finally speak up.
“f-fuck! peter, i need your cock. i-i need you to fuck me,” you shouted, louder than you intended, but that was even better for peter.
“look who’s using her words,” peter says smugly, making your roll your eyes. you both assist in shrugging your panties off, making you completely naked while peter is still fully dressed. you reach for his shirt, but he’s already a step ahead of you and pulls it off himself.
when you see his body, you swear you almost faint. peter had six bulky packs of muscle on his abdomen and lumps of muscle on his arms. his chest was buff and tight, yet looked soft all at the same time. you had to blink a few times to make sure he was real. you even poked a finger at his stomach just to make sure it didn’t go through him like a ghost or a hologram. peter chuckles at your antics before grabbing your hand and kissing it, just like he had done earlier in the evening. and just like earlier, you felt yourself blush profusely and feel tingly all over again.
while you’re smiling like a goof, peter’s hands resume on your body. you instantly stop smiling because you remembered just how much he’s deprived you. but he’s also given you more than anyone else has in the past…
his digits caress your soaking slit between your crossed legs. you gasp because he’s finally touching you bare.
“open,” he demands softly, voice deep and lustful. shakily, you listen and do so. peter doesn’t hesitate to find your lips again with his fingers.
you quietly moan at the delicate pressure, feeling the smallest bit of friction. just as you were about to beg him for more, or to hurry up, his middle finger slips inside of you. it was almost embarrassing how easy it was. the amount of wetness you were leaking could fix the california drought.
“god, you’re so wet. what made you like this?” peter slowly pushed his finger in and out, thumb circling your puffy clit at the same time.
“you, peter! fuck,” you clenched around his digit, needing release already.
“are you thinking about my cock? hmm?” peter questioned, voice gravely as he leans over you. “are you thinking about me inside of you? thinking about how much i’m going to stretch your little pussy out?”
you groan at his foul language, pulsing barbarically. you’re straining to keep your eyes open, trying to obey his earlier request and to intake the moment. peter urges you to come, increasing his thrusts and pace. before you know it, your core is tightening and you’re squeezing peter’s fingers until you do. you thought you cut off his circulation from how hard you were clutching onto him, but when he pulls his fingers away and licks them proudly, you knew he was just fine.
“taste so good, sweetheart,” a smirk dances upon his lips as your taste lingers in his mouth. he’ll never forget that taste, no matter what happens after tonight. he’s hoping there will be more nights like these. more days too.
“can you please fuck me now, peter?–”
he holds up a finger to your lips.
“all of a sudden you know how to use your words and it still sounds so dirty coming from your pretty lips.”
in the blink of an eye, peter is reaching over to his night stand to grab a condom (hopefully). when you see the tinfoil wrapping, he stuffs it between your teeth, making you hold onto it. you then watch as he undresses his pants, clearly taking all the time in the world like he has it.
the smell of your orgasm and your wetness is haunting peter’s senses. the scent of you is never going to rid from his body or his room. he also doesn’t ever want you to leave, so he’s going to drag this out as long as possible.
once his pants are finally off, you get the courage to undo the wrapper while he’s taking his underwear off. holding the condom, you almost drop it once you see his length. he’s big, bigger than you’ve ever had. the tip of cock is bright red and leaking a bit of pre-cum, clearly just as desperate as you.
“fuck,” you mumble when looking at him. all he does is smirk before taking the condom from your hand and putting it over himself. peter leans over you again, face over face.
“ready, sweetheart?” his smirk lingers while you clench around nothing. you can feel the overwhelming sensation of your clit throbbing and you just want him to mend it. “ready to be fucked so hard you can’t leave?”
“yes, peter. fuck me hard.”
with your final words, peter is gently sinking into you. your wet folds encompass his cock snuggly causing you both to groan in delight. after a few moments, he starts to rock his body and you release a string of moans with every thrust. you try your hardest to keep your eyes open, but fail to do so. the sensations are indescribable throughout your body.
peter’s actions get harder, rougher. just like you wanted. he’s flicking his hips into yours with skilled movements while his face is relaxing in the crease of your neck. you feel his warm breath on you as he groans into your ear, lighting your whole body on fire.
“shit, peter, it feels so good. don’t stop,” you whine when he hits a certain part inside of you. your hand creeps down in between you both to rub the ache in your clit, but peter stops you.
“love when you touch yourself,” he grunts, never halting his movements, “but that’s my job right now.”
so, peter begins harshing rubbing your clit to no end. instead, your hands squeeze tightly on his biceps while he pounds into you so hard, you see stars. your never-ending wetness makes it so easy for him to slip in and out.
you feel yourself clutch onto his cock and when he moans, he sounded like the best thing you’ve ever heard.
“i-i love when you moan,” you croaked out, feeling too blissful to speak coherently.
“yeah? what else do you like?” peter huffs out, still smug as ever, even when he’s deep inside of you.
“l-love when you talk dirty, peter.”
“knew you were fucking filthy.”
with his rough words, you’re on the brink of your orgasm. your core tightens like it did earlier and your nails are digging deliciously into his skin. peter hisses in pleasurable pain, loving what you’re doing to him.
as your orgasm flows over you, your heart beats a million miles an hour and your breathing becomes staggered. the moans you elicit were just as filthy and pornographic as…well a porno. as you came, peter was smiling the whole time.
peter twitched inside of you and that’s when you knew he was close. you tangled your hands in his hair one last time and gave a single tug. that simple movement caused him to groan deeply and bring him to his release.
he doesn’t pull out quite yet. he just rests inside of you with his head on your chest. then after a few moments, he goes to get up.
“don’t leave,” you whisper and slide your hand through his locks again.
“it’s my place, baby, i’m not leaving,” he chuckles and slowly pulls out. you whimper at the loss of his cock, and at the feeling of being stretched out to the max.
“peter, i think you ruined me,” your voice cracked because it was hoarse and dry. you definitely needed some water now.
“good. are you thirsty now, sweetheart?”
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30 for Tom please!
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this one's super short and a little bit suggestive, i dunno how it went there but it did...enjoy <3
propmt #30 "i can hear your heartbeat- why is it going so fast all of a sudden?"
"i can hear your heartbeat- why is it going so fast all of a sudden?"
tom’s fingers pass through your hair gently. his breathing is even, lifting your head with every breath he takes. his chest is comfortable and warm and you can barely keep your open to finish watching the film in front of you.
“you tired, love?” he asks, voice rumbling deep in his chest under your ear, making you feel a little giddy inside.
you shift a bit on the couch, turning so you’re on your stomach, legs a bit more tangled with tom’s than they had been before. you sigh contently and he smiles down at you, your chin resting on his pec.
“a little,” you say softly.
he hums and stretches his arms over his head, “me too,” he groans, voice strained through his stretch.
his shirt rides up a tad and your smile turns a bit mischievous, hand snaking up under his top so you can scratch delicately along his rib cage.
“hey,” you can hear the grin in the word and feel the goosebumps pop up on his skin.
“what?” you feign innocence, as if you don’t know his most ticklish spots. you reach your other had up his shirt as well, tracing little shapes just to see him squirm.
“baby…” his voice is nearly a whisper and his eyes are blissfully closed, lips spread in a guilty smile.
"i can hear your heartbeat- why is it going so fast all of a sudden?" his shirt is nearly halfway up his torso now, and you’ve started to press little kisses to the exposed skin, dragging your lips there as you speak just to hear his breath hitch.
“you know exactly what you’re doing, darling,” he whines, squeezing his eyes shut rubbing his hands over his face before they fall to your hips.
“i’m not doing anything,” you try to stifle the laugh that he elicits when he starts to tickle you, “hey that’s not fair,” you try to squirm away from him, but he has you trapped between his muscular thighs.
“it’s totally fair!” tom laughs, “don’t start the war if you can’t finish it,”
you look up at him and he sees the glint in your eye, the test to push him over the edge, “oh, i’m gonna finish it.”
#tsh#tom holland#tom holland imagine#tom holland one shot#tom holland fanfic#tom holland x reader#tom holland blurb#tom holland drabble#tom holland x you#requests
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Where do I start?
hey, I'm Jo! I've just started this blog a while back, and am now trying to be more active. I do lots of writing and talk about music and movies and books. Because I've been writing for a while, I will do like writing prompts and/or fanfic and blurbs. I mainly do guys like Spencer reid, Steve harrington, Tom hollands version of Peter parker, and more. Please send it requests if needed.💖🫶
#broadway#harry potter x reader#peter parker#draco malfoy#booklover#jonah hauer king#peter parker x reader#neville longbottom x reader#acting#steve harrington#steve stranger things#bucky
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Hi! Welcome to my page!
I use this page for my fanfic writing. You can find me by this name on ao3 and Wattpad, and by CrofterKing on ff.net.
These are the fandoms I will write for:
Harry Potter (any gen)
Percy Jackson, Magnus Chase
Marvel (Primarily MCU)
Hunger Games
Heartstopper
Wednesday
Sanders Sides
Ted Lasso
Our Flag Means Death
Hazbin Hotel
Dead Poets Society
What will I write? Great question! Here's a list:
Anything LGBTQ
Reader insert
Depending on the prompt, smut
ALL THE FLUFF AND ANGST YOU CAN HANDLE
Disabled characters
Age appropriate relationships (same age to five or six years between depending on younger person's age)
Time travel! This means based on the above I may write a fic between to characters if the younger person time travels back to meet with the older person back in time.
Most common AUs. Just ask!
Imagines
Blurbs
What WON'T I write? Here's my list:
Child (under age of consent) with an adult in any romantic or sexual relationship. If they're old enough to be the younger person's parent I don't write it. See above for my comfortable age range, and the one exception (time travel) to the rule.
Certain kinks. I've read a lot of shit and I... will not write stuff. If your prompt is ignored and you've put in kink specifics don't re-submit it. I may add a list here later.
Hateful content towards any specific person or community.
IF THEY'RE RELATED IT AIN'T HAPPENING
Nothing sexual with age regression
What ships I'll definitely write for:
Wolfstar
Moonstarchaser
Jily
Jegulily
Jegulus
Solangelo
Percabeth
Pernico
FierroChase
Hearthblitz
Stony
Stucky
Stonucky
Brutasha
Spideypool (NOT TOM HOLLAND RYAN REYNOLDS)
Pepperony
Steggy
Cartinelli
Katniss and Peeta
Haymitch and Effie
Charlie and Nick
Tao and Elle
Darcy and Tara
Wenclair
Any sanders sides ships except Creativitwins
Tedependent (TedTrent)
Roy, Jamie and Keeley
Keeley and Rebecca
GentleBeard / BlackBonnet
Radioapple (With immense respect to Alastor's sexuality and romantic orientation)
Dusthusker/Angelhusk
Anderperry
Reader with a character/character(s)
Maybe more, just ask!
This list may change, and I'll alter it as I get requests!
I'll post it on here with links to the other sites I write on.
Unless I get a prompt that sticks in my brain, it'll be oneshots.
I in no way endorse the actions or thoughts of JK Rowling.
Also I'm in school so that will take precedence over writing.
Cheers!
#fanfic#harry potter fanfiction#marvel fanfiction#hunger games fanfiction#heartstopper fanfic#wednesday fanfic#percy jackson fanfiction#magnus chase fanfiction#requests open#sanders sides fanfiction#ted lasso#tedpendent#roy jamie keeley#keeley rebecca#our flag means death#gentlebeard#blackbonnet#hazbin hotel#radioapple#angelhusk#dead poets society fandom#dead poets society fanfiction#dead poets society#anderperry#todd anderson#neil perry#charlie dalton#knox overstreet#steven meeks#gerard pitts
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Thank you for bearing with me! I’m still writing but I have stitches in my hand so it’s a bit hard to type right now haha.
Anyways, I have a Kaz Fic coming tonight or tomorrow!
Along with two Tom Holland blurbs/requests, a Harrison Osterfield blurb, and Jesper Fahey blurb around the same time!
Plus a Pin fic in the next few days.
And a Freddy SMAU Saturday (or earlier 🤔)
(And more later!)
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