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unsubtle ✩ peter parker

word count ✎ 5.4k

tropes ✎ avenger!reader / enemies to lovers / smut

warnings ✎ masturbation, dom/sub, nipple play, overstimulation, squirting, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, peter parker doesn’t just have bde he has a big dick, handjob, voice kink, grinding, cowgirl, multiple orgasms

summary ✎ on a mission with the avengers, the team unexpectedly crashes at a motel and you get stuck sharing a bed with peter, who you can’t stand. to make matters worse, you’re ovulating and can’t sleep without touching yourself.

a/n ✎ hey besties, i’m reposting because it didn’t show up in the tags yesterday :(( like i said yesterday, i’ve been dying to write and post fics for a long time but i was too insecure and scared to try. part of the reason why i was inspired to make a new blog and give it a try is because of the great writers i followed so i want to thank @duskholland @worldoftom @venomsilk @vendettaparker @userholland @t-lostinworlds for their beautiful writings that motivated me so much when i need it. you’re all icons ♡

You were in hell.

No, really. You weren’t much of a religious woman but right now, you felt like there was some deity out there who had decided to curse you with the worst luck possible. Here you were, doing a good deed by helping free people being held hostage by a Hydra subdivision, and you were rewarded by Tong making you share a room in a dusty, cramped motel with another Avenger you couldn’t stand. Just your luck, there was only one bed and, after almost killing each other to see who would take the floor, you both gave in.

And now you were lying next to the guy, sharing his body heat, whilst your own body was thrumming with arousal, at the height of ovulation. And Peter, deep asleep as he was, smelt fucking heavenly, like your very own personal temptation.

There was no chance of you sleeping. None. Not with your thighs rubbing together as you lay on your side. Not with the way Peter was shifting behind you. You closed your eyes and prayed. Whatever you had done, you would undo it. You didn’t care. You would do whatever it took. Just take away the need, and you would serve soup at a homeless shelter for a month if it meant being able to get some rest.

You squeezed your eyes shut, taking deep breaths. A minute passed. Then another. Another. You listened to your heartbeat and Peter’s even breathing.

Cursing silently, you shuffled away from him. “Peter,” you whispered.

No response.

Spider boy was dead to the world.

You carefully slipped one hand down to unbutton your jeans, and made as little movement as possible to work your fingers beneath the waistband of your panties. Pausing, waiting. No response from your companion, so you pushed a little further, stretching your underwear. The noise of the slick between your thighs was audible and you winced, waiting for something, anything. Peter was still asleep, so you swiped your fingers up your slit. Shaking at the abrupt touch, you forced down a gasp, and drew your hand up just a little to stroke in minute circles against your clit.

Trying to keep yourself still was difficult. You needed more friction, more speed, but your arm shook and so did your hip, tugging at the blanket thrown over the both of you. Your other hand slipped over your mouth, pressing down hard to muffle the soft whining that tried to escape you. And when Peter shifted behind you with a soft noise, you ripped your hand out of your pants, swallowing.

You paused, listening, waiting, wondering if he was going to stir and catch you in the act. The sound of his breathing as it evened out seemed so loud in the otherwise silent room. It must have been several minutes before you dared to slip your fingers back to where they were. You bit down on your lip, rubbing gently again, keeping your arm so tight to your body that your muscles started to ache. But it was worth it – the pleasure was slowly growing between your thighs, and the fabric of your panties muffled what must have been an impressive wet noise.

Peter arched, groaning, and rolled onto his back. Freezing, you yanked your hand out again, placing it on your stomach. Other than a long, deep exhale, he didn’t move, but now his arm was braced against your back, the warmth of his skin bleeding through your thin t-shirt. You pressed your lips together, and then you shuffled a little further away. The blanket slid up, just about covering part of you, and cool air wafted against you. Gritting your teeth against the sudden cold, you took a deep breath, then slid your hand back down once more. Just one orgasm. Just one. Then you could sleep.

You wriggled your panties down into your pants, fingers going straight to your clit. You needed to make this quick and quiet. So you moved in fast little circles, your hand over your mouth again as you tried to stop your hips riding your hand they way they seemed to be trying to. The wet noise was almost audible now, and your cheeks burnt with embarrassment. If Peter woke up right now—

Oh god, he was a fucking coworker you didn’t like, and here you were touching yourself whilst he slept beside you. And yet you didn’t stop, pressing your head into one of the pillows beneath you that Peter had brought along for the mission. Bad idea. He had apparently used it before, and it smelt of him, masculine and arousing. The scent seemed to drop straight to where your fingers were stroking, and you whimpered.

Peter stirred.

You froze. Fuck, fuck—

Nothing.

You almost growled. It was like he was unwittingly edging you like this, interrupting you before you could reach that edge. God. What you wouldn’t give for him to just fucking slide into you, right now. His fingers, his dick, whatever he was willing to spare for you. You needed it.

Wetting your fingers with your slick again, you returned to touching yourself, panting softly into your hand. You couldn’t keep doing this. You were going to go insane. The need throbbed beneath your fingers, like an ache that wouldn’t go away, and you moved your hand to bury your face in the pillow, sneaking your fingers up to play with your nipple. Anything for more stimulation, for more touch, for more.

Your thighs trembled, and you fought to keep them from moving too much, to give yourself just enough space to touch without broadcasting to your sleeping companion that you were trying to cum with him lying next to you like this. Your breathing came sharply into the pillow as the heat coiled beneath your fingers and began to grow.

Peter rolled onto his side once more, chest towards your back, and you bit down a whimpered curse as you stilled. A shiver rushed through you, and you wanted to scream.

A low chuckle filled the air, curving down your spine like a warm touch. Your eyes shot wide open.

“You’re the least subtle person I know, Y/N,” Peter murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.

That heat between your thighs throbbed again. “You were awake,” you panted.

“Yeah sweetheart, I was awake the moment you said my name,” he told you. “But you didn’t say it again, so I thought I’d wait and see what you wanted. And let me tell you, I wasn’t disappointed in the slightest to find out.”

You stilled. “I—I’m sorry,” you stammered. “I shouldn’t have—I didn’t mean to—“

“I’m not mad, Y/N,” he said softly. “Hell, I was waiting for you to ask me for a hand.”

Your mouth went dry and you immediately found yourself wondering what Peter’s big fingers would feel like between your thighs, working your through that urge. “You,” you swallowed, “you’re…ok with…me…”

“Y/N,” his voice was breathy, “Just tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.”

You felt hot. “I just…I need…something.”

“How about we get your clothes off and I start you off with my fingers?” Peter suggested gently. “Then maybe after that you might be able to think clearer.”

Warm fingers wrapped around your wrist, and you watched as Peter eased your fingers out of your pants. Warm golden light filled the space when he switched on his lamp, and he let go of your wrist to hook his fingers into one of the belt loops on your jeans, tugging you back under the blanket so that your back was pressed against the firm slope of his chest. Your ass met his hips, and oh, ok, ok.

Peter tugged at your pants, working them down to your knees. Your thighs were wet, and you bit your lip as he pulled them up to slide your jeans over your feet. There was a soft sound as they were tossed with their bags, and then Peter’s hands were at the hem of your shirt, stripping that off. You were quickly left in just your bra.

“I’m going to pull the blanket down, ok?” Peter asked.

You nodded. “Sure.”

Peter folded the blanket over, baring your torso, and you arched to let him unhook your bra and slide it off you. Your nipples were immediately obvious, but you didn’t have time to cover yourself before one hand was cupping a breast, the other tossing your bra to join the growing pile of clothes. The big, warm hands groped at you gently, thumbs pebbling the stiff nipples, and your hips bucked. Your ass rocked against his erection.

Peter rolled you onto your back, and knelt up over you. His head immediately dipped to your breast, and his now free hand slipped between your thighs. You almost choked on your moan. His fingers were big, and rough, and they rubbed gently against your clit with just enough friction to have you almost sobbing at the touch.

“Holy shit,” he murmured, and ran his tongue over your nipple.

You squeaked, grabbing hold of the blanket, and Peter reached down to guide your hand to his shoulders gently as he stroked a little faster.

“You’re so fucking wet, sweetheart,” he added. “Must hurt where my fingers are, huh?”

“God,” you gasped, “yeah, it hurts…”

Peter gently probed at your slit with a finger. “I can fix that.”

“Please,” was the only thing you said.

If this were any other time, you would be more coherent, more sexy, more verbal, but Peter slipped a finger into you and you threw your head back and moaned. His thumb came to rest on your clit and began to rub, hard and fast. Tremors rocked your body at the sudden onslaught of pleasure, and Peter leaned over you, his mouth on your nipple, one hand resting on your head as his finger fucked you. The wet noise of that combined with the wet noise of his tongue, and you gripped his t-shirt tight, your hips bucking desperately into his hand.

Peter brushed another finger along your slit, and slowed his hand down, gently working it into you. You whined, another tremor rocking you, and you tried to relax. Peter’s thumb kept rubbing at your nub. Your nails dug into him. Peter grunted softly, and when he had gently spread you open for him, he sped his hand up once more, angling his fingers to—

You came with a cry, clamping down on his fingers and wriggling your hips desperately as the sudden orgasm washed over you. Holy shit. Holy shit. You weren’t the most experienced woman in the Avengers, sure, but coming that quick, that hard—? You could hear yourself whining as Peter worked you through it, all the while his lips sucked at your nipple and his thumb rubbed at your clit until your muscles felt like water.

Your hips quivered as he kept stroking, the sudden electric overstimulation pulling a groan from you. Peter nodded wordlessly and slipped his fingers out of you. Laying back, you watched as he raised his hand to his mouth and began to lick his fingers clean. Oh fuck. Oh, fuck. He kept those big brown eyes on yours as he did so.

“Is,” you swallowed, your lips trembling, “this your wicked plan to have your way with me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Peter teased, leaning over you. “I’m just doing you a favour while you’re suffering.”

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, sure, you’re totally,” your words caught in your throat as his hips slotted between your thighs, “free of ulterior motives.”

Two strong arms came down either side of your head as Peter leaned closer, the warmth of his defined abs separated from your own by the old white t shirt he wore. Fuck, he was broad. You had always wondered what the hell that spider bite did to him to make him that big. And yet he didn’t scare you. Sure, you’d seen superheroes and mutants and super soldiers before, but a boy like Peter who’s your age, a boy as powerful and relentless as him, there should’ve been something stressing you about him. Especially since neither of you like the other and are always fighting even during missions, driving Tony and Steve crazy. Though you had to admit, you probably would have been just as turned on by him if he was scary.

So you had a thing for putting yourself in danger…

“Well, that depends,” he murmured. “Are you feeling better?”

“…what happens if I say no?” You asked.

Peter grinned. “I have a couple ways of dealing with that.”

You blinked. “…yeah? Does one of them involve needing protection?”

“Probably.” Peter looked at his bag, then at you. “But if it helps, I’m clean, and since my spider-bite, I don’t even know if I have a chance of knocking anyone up.”

Still, you watched him reach over into his bag, and he pulled a little foil packet out of one of the pockets, handing it to you. His hips pressed against yours as he did so, and if he was trying to hint at something or if it was a genuine mistake, well – you neither knew nor cared, because you could feel his cock pulsing through his jeans. You couldn’t believe Peter Parker had a big dick.

“Your call,” he said gently.

You blinked. “…what’s the thing that doesn’t involve needing protection? Just…so I know.” Jesus, there was no way that thing was gonna fit in you.

“I mean you might have noticed I’m a pretty talkative guy and I like to run my mouth,” Peter said.

Your brow arched. “Are you being delicate with me? Right now?”

Peter gazed at you. “Not a fan of delicate? How about I just offer to eat you out then.”

You swallowed, nodding as your breathing wavered a little. “That…that works,” you agreed.

“Glad to hear it.”

Peter’s head immediately ducked, and you watched, squirming a little, as his lips pressed to your ribcage. The slide of his skin tickled yours as he slowly kissed your stomach, then your hipbones, and then two fingers were spreading your thighs wider, and his tongue licked a long, broad stripe up from the base of your slit to your nub.

“Ohmyfuckinggod,” You gasped out as his nose was pressed directly against your clit. His lips surrounded it, sucking.

“Hard and fast or do you want a bit more to build you up?” Peter asked, his voice muffled.

“Whatever means you don’t fucking stoP!” You yelped. “Oh fuck, don’t—don’t be a dick about this!”

“Yes ma’am,” Peter chuckled.

One hand slung over your belly, holding you against his mouth, as the other cupped your breast, gently squeezing, playing with the nipple. Your hands clung to Peter’s head, your nails digging into the scalp. Peter purred pleasantly, the vibrations hitting your clit and jolting your hips into his mouth.

You abandoned holding his hair, rocking desperately against his mouth as the man between your thighs—oh god what was he doing with his tongue, fuck yes—ate you out like you were his last meal. You slung your thighs over his shoulders, your heels digging into his muscular back as you thumped your fists against the lumpy mattress beneath you, sucking in heavy breaths.

Your back arched as he abandoned pinning you down to grab both breasts, his thumbs teasing and tugging at your nipples. You watched him play whenever your eyes could meet his, looking at the mouth and the pink flash of tongue and always those big brown irises, looking at you like he could give you head blindfolded.

Oh my god maybe he could.

Nails dragged over your ribs, down your belly, before fingertips ran over the scratches and back up to play with your breasts again.

“Peter,” you felt your stomach swoop, “Peter, fuck, oh my god, fuckfuckfuckfuck—”

Both your hands clapped over your mouth as he pinched gently at the stiff peaks of your breasts, and you came with a muffled scream, your hips riding his mouth frantically. He just pulled you closer, let his lips rub against the sensitive nub of your clit, of your folds, and shook his head to work that friction until you were sobbing beneath his tongue.

You twitched beneath him, your skin oversensitive to even the gentlest brush, and Peter let your whimper under him like that for a good few seconds as his tongue lapped gently to bring you down from your orgasm. Slumping limp against the bedding, you panted sharply, whining when the bastard kissed at your thigh, scratching you. A thumb teased your nipple. You slapped his hand away, and all he did was chuckle.

“God you’re cute when you’re coming,” Peter murmured, and damn him if that didn’t make you throb. You’d barely recovered from your last orgasm, you didn’t need to want another one.

“Shut up,” you panted.

He was watching you the whole time as he wiped your slick off his chin, somehow managing to look innocent like he hadn’t just had you screaming into your own hand, and slid down onto the mattress to lie next to you. He didn’t speak, just waited.

That throbbing didn’t go away.

You looked at the little foil packet. Then you looked over at Peter, and one hand reached for the button on his jeans. He didn’t help or hinder you, just let you unzip him, tug down the hem of his jeans and push your fingers past his black boxers.

Yeah, he was about as big as you thought he was.

You felt yourself throb again. Well, if all else failed…

“Is that gonna fit?” you heard yourself ask.

Peter threw back his head and laughed. “Fuck, that’s a question I like hearing,” he admitted. “It should do, never had a problem with it before.”

You swallowed, and Peter arched up to let you pull his jeans down until his boxers were visible. Reaching in, you freed his cock from his boxers, and ran your fingers over it. Peter moaned softly.

“You often get asked if it’ll fit?” You asked.

Peter reached over, his fingers slipping beneath your chin. “Y/N. You don’t have to.”

Your brow furrowed. “I never back down from a challenge. You know this.”

“I don’t want you hurting yourself because you’ve got something to prove,” Peter said softly.

You shot him a grin. “Worried you won’t last, Spider-Man?”

You barely saw his hand grab your waist before you were being tugged into his lap and Peter was sitting up, shucking his shirt off. “My dick is a one and done offer, but remember what I just did to you with my mouth and hands,” he purred. “You’re practically in heat so I need to make sure you’re completely satisfied. And I’ll take as long as I need.”

You exhaled heavily. “You always this talkative?” you croaked.

Peter kicked off his jeans and moved you to straddle his waist as he tugged his boxers down. You felt his cock just about pressing against your clit, still erect enough to be able to do so.

“So,” Peter’s voice cut through your thoughts, “you want the condom?”

You shook your head. “Nah.”

He nodded. “Ok. So, what’s your favourite position?”

“Uh,” you paused, “I—I don’t know, I haven’t exactly done all that much.”

Peter nodded. “Stay in my lap then, it’ll make it easier for you to control things like that.”

How could he say this in such a blasé way? It was like he was discussing the weather. You just nodded, watching as he sat back, and then you clambered onto him. Your eyes found his cock, and then your hands, wrapping around him and rubbing gently. The man beneath you moaned, brown eyes disappearing briefly as they shut.

“Move at your own pace,” he said softly, and lay down, his hands running up your belly to cup your breasts.

Your lashes fluttered as your wrist jerked, moving slowly up and down his cock. Shuffling forward a little, you braced the tip of him against your folds, wetting him. His tongue flicked out to lick his lip, and his thumbs gently circled your nipples as you lowered yourself. The slightly burn of the stretch was more from your lack of action than lack of preparation, and you kept it slow, letting yourself adjust as the first inch filled you. A soft moan filled the room, and you shut your eyes.

“You ok?”

He was watching you when you opened your eyes, hips dropping a little further. “Yeah,” you breathed, grasping his forearms as the next inch slipped in. Another moan, louder this time, escaped you. His eyes were fixed on you, gauging your every reaction, checking for pain, for nervousness. You let a little more of him fill you. “You gone all shy, Parker?” you added.

His brow rose. “You’ve got half of my dick in you and you think I’m shy all of a sudden?”

You spluttered, pausing. “You’re not talking,” you pointed out.

Peter grinned at that. “You want me to talk?”

Fuck. You’d been caught. “It’s just weird you’re not running your mouth, that’s all.”

Peter’s eyes were fixed on where you were slowly slipping more of him into you. “That’s what you’re telling yourself, huh? Whilst you’re naked and sinking down into my lap? After I just made you cum twice?”

You stuck your tongue out at him, and Peter reached up to drag your head forward so that his mouth pressed against yours. Heat surged through your body, and you returned the kiss eagerly as your ass met his lap, legs draped either side of him. Both hands came back to your breasts, palms rubbing against your nipples, and you braced your hands on his chest as your back arched. Your hips rolled a little, working gently back and forth on him. A low groan buzzed against your lips.

“All yours, Y/N,” Peter murmured softly, and nipped at your lower lip.

“You’re not gonna help?” you teased.

His eyes glinted. “Later. When you ask me to.”

As you used his chest to lean up and start to rock, you had to wonder what he meant by that. But it didn’t take you long to stop caring about that once you began moving your hips.

Your eyes closed, and you began to roll, back and forth, the pressure of him filling you sating some of that irritating need that had been plaguing you all damn day. And for all the thickness of him, you were wet, and there was no trouble letting him work in and out of you. The rough pads of his thumbs on your nipples sent little flecks of heat to your core as you rode him, and he seemed content to let you do what you liked without much other than a few soft groans.

“S-so.” You opened your eyes and your mouth went dry at the sight of the pale grey eyes gazing up at you in curiosity. “W-what? What’s the look for?”

“You’re cute,” Peter told you casually, and his thumb slid down between your thighs.

You bowed as he began to rub at your clit, and now his hips started to oh so slowly thrust up into you. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as he kept it languid and casual, like it was no big deal that there was a woman on top of him with his dick in her.

Fuck. Maybe this was no big deal.

“Penny for your thoughts, Y/N,” Peter drawled. “You ok?”

You nodded. “Been a while.”

His thumb pressed a little harder and you whined. Licking your lips, you arched and started to move a little faster in his lap, breath catching.

“You’re quiet,” you muttered.

“Y/N,” Peter grinned, sounding genuinely amused, “are you saying you like the sound of my voice?”

Your cheeks burnt. “I’ve heard worse,” you muttered.

Peter snorted, and bucked his hips a little harder, his large hand palming your breast. “So you want me to talk to you while you ride me, is that it?”

“Mmm, maybe,” you whispered.

He smirked. “Sure. I can do that.”

Bracing yourself on his chest again, you sat up and began to bounce on him, a soft gasp escaping you. Peter’s breath came gentle but sharper, and the smirk wavered just a little.

“How long have you wanted to fuck me, Y/N?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes even as a soft wave of heat rolled over you. “Not answering that!”

“That,” he exhaled, “is code for ‘since I met you’ isn’t it?”

Groaning, you nevertheless sped up as the touch of his thumb started to work you slowly up, pleasure building gently. “Shhh and let me, mm, do this,” you complained.

Peter just laughed, the sound breathless and punctuated by sharp pants. “Hey, you asked me to talk,” he reminded you.

“Regretting it,” you panted.

There was a wet noise coming from between your thighs, and Peter’s hips rocked a little as your nails dug into his skin, the wiry hairs that covered his chest brushing against your fingers. Your eyes met his for a moment, and when he ran his tongue over his teeth, all you could think of was how he had reduced you to a mess with just his tongue. Shivering, your eyes closed, a bolt of heat pulsing around where he filled your.

“So should I shut up?” he breathed.

You groaned as you sped up, chasing that coiling heat. “F-fuck, just d-don’t stop!”

“No?”

His thumb slowed down just a little, enough to be noticeable, and you keened, your body moving frantically against his to make up for the loss of sensation.

“Fuck you,” you groaned. It wouldn’t be long. Your body was tensing, expectant of the relief.

“That what you’re into?” Peter’s thumb pressed harder all of a sudden, moving faster. “You like thinking, fuck, thinking ahh- about me taking- taking it away, Y/N? Leaving you hanging?”

A frustrated noise ripped out of your throat. “Don’t you dare!”

Almost—

There was a soft chuckle below you as you closed your eyes. “C’mon, Y/N.” His thumb—

You let out a sharp cry as you came around him, nails raking down his chest and pulling a sharp gasp from his lips before his moans curled along your skin with each clench of your walls around his cock. Your lips parted, heat flushing your body, and you shook in his lap. His name escaped you, filling the room, and finally you sagged against him, breathless and hot.

“Better?” Peter asked cheerfully.

“Yeah,” you gasped, slumping down onto his chest. “Yeah, I’m, I’m good.”

“Glad to be of service.” His hands gently grasped your shoulders, gently stroking, and you felt him twitching inside you.

“You—right, you didn’t,” you managed.

“Nope,” he agreed. “I can take care of it, though.”

You sat up, shaking your head. “No, it’s fine. You can—I’m good. Just give me a second and you can—yeah, go ahead.”

You were on your back before you even realised it, the man kneeling above you, arms caging you in. You gasped as he gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head.

“This ok?” he asked casually.

“Yeah.” You wriggled your hips. “Should’ve known you mutant types were into this.”

Peter just chuckled. “You think a radioctive spider made me kinkier?”

Your thighs slid around his hips. “I’m just saying. You all get worked up so easily and that radioactivity combined with your skintight suit can’t be helping your temper.”

“My deepest,” his hips slid forward to meet yours with a gentle slap, “apologies, Ms. Y/N. Here was me thinking you enjoyed the skintight flight suit and mask.”

You moaned gently. “…all right, maybe it’s not the worst.”

“I knew you secretly liked it.”

And then he was fucking you, driving down into you fast and hard. Your head fell back as you arched up into the movements, heels digging into his back. The sound of them was noisier now after you’d gotten what you needed from him, and you felt less desperate now. You damn well hoped so, after three orgasms.

Possibly four, if he was determined.

His breathing was heavy, and when you looked up, gazing into the brown eyes, you found them lidded and hazy. It was a good look on him. You’d seen the full spectrum of his emotions, and here and now, with him leaned over you, it was the first time there hadn’t been a hint of sadness in there. You bit your lip, wanting to kiss him all of a sudden.

“Feel better?” Peter panted, his large hand spanning your hip, thumb rolling over your clit again.

“Oh fuck,” you whined, eyes fluttering shut, toes curling. “A-again?!”

“Can’t, god, can’t have you waking up in the—the night just to—mmm—get yourself off,” Peter teased with a wavering smirk that was undermined by his breathlessness.

“Much—much appreciated!” You managed to shoot back, but the way he was drilling you like this was rubbing up against your sweet spot, and you were starting to feel that heat coil between your thighs again even though you weren’t certain you’d get there before he did. Still, you cracked your eyes open to look at him, green meeting silver.

“Glad to be of service.”

His eyes shut tightly, and he trembled, his nails digging into your hip as his lips curled back over his teeth. A growl rumbled in his chest and his muscles tensed. It was—god, it was something to watch. You had never had sex with a guy who was as ripped as him before. In the dim light, the cuts and ripples of his muscular chest shone even before. Not to mention the freckles on his nose and that tongue.

“This—fuck—it’s ridiculous,” you complained, the frustration in your words as tattered by the moans that escaped you as his smirk had been. “H-how are you, fuck, this attractive?”

The brown eyes opened, meeting yours. “Keep talking.”

“Nnfuck.” You strained against his hands as took him in. “A-aren’t you d-done yet?”

“No.” It was firm. His thumb moved faster. “Talk.”

“Too good for the d-damn Avengers,” you gasped out, as your toes curled. “Way too good!”

“Yeah?” His voice was ragged all of a sudden.

“Seriously,” you moaned, “you’re all like this- and- god- th-they’ve got sticks- up their-!”

Peter’s thrusting was growing uneven, and you weren’t going to last much longer either. His fingers flexed around your wrists, reminding you of all that power coiled under his touch, capable of pinning you down, of hurting you, but you knew he never would.

His teeth flashed in a grin. “C’mon. Cum.”

You obeyed, tipping over that edge and clamping down on him for the second time this evening as he fucked you through your fourth orgasm. Thumbing at your clit, he was shaking, but he didn’t stop, not until you were groaning from the sudden sensation of too much. Then his hips were sliding away from yours, and the hand on your wrists gripped his cock and stroked rapidly. Twitching, he spilled onto your stomach.

“Fuck,” he breathed, slumping onto his knees.

You were still panting from your own orgasm, the strings of his cum hot and wet on your belly as you lay back. Arms still above your head, your eyes closed, and you let your legs relax, swinging wide open against the floor below you. After a moment, Peter fell to his side next to you, raking his nails through his chestnut curls. Slowly, the sweat began to cool on your skin, and you shivered.

“Let me.”

Peter moved around to your right, and a few moments later, you felt a cloth wiping the mess from your skin. You rubbed your eyes, exhaling heavily.

“That was good,” you murmured.

“Good?” he repeated. “Fuck, I’m losing my edge.”

The cloth left your belly. you rolled over, looking at him. “Fine, fine. I’ll stroke your ego. That was perfect. I needed that.” Your brow arched. “Better?”

Peter grinned. “Absolutely. I enjoyed myself too, in case you were wondering.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling. “Your ego.”

“Almost as big as my dick.” Peter reached for his clothes. “You wanna dress, or sleep naked?”

“Naked,” You replied, pushing yours above your head. “We can just snuggle up.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Peter pulled the blankets back, and shuffled closer to you, rolling you into his arms and tucking you beneath the covers. You curled into the warmth, relaxing.

“Next time you feel the urge, you’re welcome to ask for it whenever,” Peter murmured in your ear.

Your cheeks flushed.

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a minus by the_spookable_smoosh

a spider's web by anika

a year by kennastasticwrites

all of me by goldenfire152

because of our collision by phoneboook

best of me by claralicht

bloom by duskholland

bruised lover by indoulourex

cherry by hoefortomh

crown fell by minnie-marvel

daughter of artemis by arigatouriris

fall for her (nobody else) by iridescentpetrichor

far from you trilogy by hey-marlie

finding mj by the sarcasticknight

good bad luck by godlessnadwrecked

how it should have been by pctcr

hunnybee by silkscreams

late nights and lullabies by marvel_is_life

make my wish come true by trashcanmarvelfan

marriage series by living-dead-parker

midnight love by peterbenjiparker

mutant written universe by lydiasgrace

painkiller by peachybowen

photos by marvel_is_life

pistolwhip by silkscreams

pretty boy by writtenbybelle

rooftop rendezvous by geminiparkers

rooftops by bucky-at-bedtime

skyline by astronomyparkers

small favor by devilfic

spider-man cookies and napkin notes by peterpparkerwrites

spider-man: home truths by starkwrites

star wars and his girlfriend's shirt by fayemarvels

starlight by alltimelily

still you by pctcr

sweetest kill by silkscreams

the blue bird by rising_nemesis

the bookshop by writings_of_a_hufflepuff

the gap where you should be by gameboy_fanatic

the morning sun by peterbenjiparker

then again by wordsinwinters

timshel by angelic-holland

two of a kind by sxrensxng

unsteady by tomhollandd

we've got history by punqueen

without a word by underoos-shield

you could have anyone by pctcr

you're party of my entity, here for infinity by delicate_pov

#peter parker #spiderman #peter parker x reader #marvel #marvel cinematic universe

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mediocre-daydreams · 2 years

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𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐬

📌 jen's favs 📎 drabbles 🔒angst 🌷fluff

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

far from you (full trilogy) @hey-marlie

y/n stark is really not here for this european school vacay because in this post-endgame world, she’s mourning the loss of her dad. but one (1) sticky boi peter parker is just trying to be the friend he once was while also trying not to flirt too much because if she rejects him (which she wouldn’t, not that he knows that) while they’re in venice holy hell he’ll just pitch himself off the gondola right then and there. 🔒🌷📌

was it worth it? @kelieah

you and peter are married and expecting, and after every mission, you ask him “was it worth it?" each time he would say yes. but as peter begins to neglect his family in favor of his work, he leaves his wife vulnerable. is it worth it? 🔒

it’s your voice @peteprker

after spiderman saves you while you were being attacked in an alley, he walks you home and his voice gives his identity away 🌷

the favorite @softspideys

you’re convinced your dad likes peter parker more than you, until he saves your life (stark! reader) 🔒🌷

clause 3 of the friendship agreement @youlightmeupfinn

you and peter parker have always been the best of friends, even going as far as to enact a friendship agreement like idiots. when you walk in, feeling quite touch-starved and desperate for cuddles, you go for clause 3 of the friendship agreement… cuddles. 🌷

your boy who is a friend, peter @luveline

you and peter are penpals from opposite sides of the country, but you manage to fall in love through letters alone. 🌷

the baby project @vendettaparker

when you and peter begin working on an assignment for your child development class and morgan overhears your discussions, she starts to think that you and peter are actually expecting a baby, leading to a lot of confusion and a very pissed off tony. (stark! reader) 🌷📌

sunset lovers @duskholland

you've never met your soulmate, but you know his handwriting like the back of your hand—literally. every word your soulmate writes on his skin appears on yours, and vice versa. you're desperate to meet him, but until the universe decides to introduce you, you're stuck with scribbled smiley faces and chemistry formulae. (college! soulmate! au) 🔒🌷📌

close to my heart @peterbenjiparker

physical affection has been a part of your friendship since it began years ago, it was only a matter of time peter questioned why he was the only one…on the receiving end of your hugs and kisses. 🌷📌

my reverie’s affinity remains to be you @indouloureux

in a world where you see ten seconds of your soulmate’s life in your dreams, you already knew that spider-man was your soulmate. but what you didn’t know, was that you’d be vexed to see who was beneath the mask (enemies to lovers) 🔒🌷📌

sleepyhead @flourgirl

peter will try just about anything to help out the very pretty insomniac from his math class. 🌷

another love @abibliophobiaa

(series) you were arranged to be married to king peter of ayelandia. this was not a love match, however, as peter had love and lost it. a tale of lost love. of healing. and learning to love again. 🔒🌷📌

five minutes @blooming-violets

tasm! peter is bad at answering his phone, but you are wary of calling him while out on spidey patrol anyway. when he gets a break, he sees a missed call from you. when he listens to the voicemail, the sounds are almost unintelligible and chill him to the bone. 🔒📌

the spider and the sunflower @spidervee

(9.8k) the questions continue, long past twenty-one. the more you find out about tasm!peter, the more you want to know—he tells you that if he found a hundred dollars on the street he’d donate it to a food bank and that the tl;dr version of his life is “art, panic, loss, and student loans.” when he asks you if you have any tattoos, you wink coyly before laughing and telling him you don’t. then, when you ask the person he’d love to tattoo more than anyone else in the world, he returns your teasing smile and replies that it’s you. 📌📌

out of focus, eye to eye @irndad

she's always been his favorite what if. friends to lovers, jealous!peter. italics is flashbacks! 🔒🌷

boxing lessons @sourcherryandsprinkles

(0.9k) tony asks peter to gives you boxing lessons. little did they know, you are not as defenseless as they thought 🌷

the break up @vendettaparker

(smau) you “break up” with peter 📌

#peter parker imagine #peter parker fic #peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader fluff #peter parker x avenger! reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader angst #peter parker angst #peter parker fluff #peter parker x stark!reader #jenny's recs

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harringtonstilinski · 4 months

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hi, hello!! i know y'all are probably getting sick of seeing me in all the tags, BUT i kinda want to be selfish here for a moment.

i was sitting here writing that steve smut piece that i've was ranting about for what felt like a whole damn week, lol, and i was thinking about all the fics that i've written (sans always the babysitter 'cause i'm still posting, hahaa).

i decided to make a post about all the fics i've written and have absolutely loved. aka; my babies, my pride and joy's.

below the cut, you'll see the banners for characters, as well as the linked fics. so, just think of this as a masterlist of sorts, hahaa. not sure what order they'll be in, so just go with it, hahaa

okay, enough rambling. let's go;

It’s A Date 💋

That’s A Bet 💋

Don’t Let It End

Stop Stealing Mine!

Watergate Pt1 Pt2

Master of Puppets

…Ready For It? (Eddie’s Version) 💋

I’m Your Idiot

14, 18, 22 💋

Are You Serious?

Falling For You

Texting Mitch

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this was so much going through my old fics!! <3

feel free to reblog this!!

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tagging some moots from main; @stiles-o-dylan24 @ageofevermore @goldenretriever-nicknelson @logangarfield @musicxlover97 @websterss @crescentwolf @obriengf @lettersofwrittencollective @duskholland

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski smut #mitch rapp x reader

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terrifictomholland · 11 months

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I know everyone thinks I’ve disappeared (I pretty much have, but I actually wrote something! Sliiightly based off of a conversation me and my bf had not too long ago, it’s a complete fluff piece. But with our favourite Tom instead of my bf, or no one would read (maybe you’re not judging by how inactive I am on here lmao 😂✌🏻) anyway, almost 11pm blurbs - here you are 😊

Idk if anyone is even here anymore and not on a hiatus or have completely abandoned ship but some of my mutuals - here you are @spidey-sophie @worldoftom @stuckonspidey @tetralea @duskholland @userholland

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You unlocked the door to your shared flat, stepping inside to the sounds of mugs clinking about, an audiobook playing and Tom humming a song to himself. No doubt being in the midst of making some tea.

“Honey, I’m home!” you sing sang only for his face to pop out from the doorway leading from the kitchen to the hallway. “Hi cakes!” He grinned, “you want a cuppa?”

You took off your shoes, placing them neatly beside his. “Yeah sure hun, just going to the bathroom! Give me a moment!” You quickly went inside the bathroom doing your business and coming out after drying your hands.

Sneaking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist. You felt his sculpted back and shoulder blades underneath your touch through his cosy-looking hoodie.

“How’s your day been?” You murmured, lips pressing against the back of his neck, sensing the shiver that ran through him.

“It’s been good, haven’t done too much - did some tidying up and took some garbage out.” He said swiftly turning sideways to fully wrap you up in his strong and safe arms.

“Oh, thank you,” you positively beamed hearing that. If there was one thing you absolutely despised it was taking out the garbage. Such a hideously boring task.

“You talked in your sleep again,” you laughed thinking back on early this morning before you left for work. He tightened his hold on you. “Oh yeah? What was it this time then?”

“That your team apparently sucked so hard, they aren’t getting any of the 4 blocks of chocolate. We’ll be keeping them all to ourselves.” You cackled seeing the way Toms cheeks turned pink before he burst out into hysterical laughter. “Well that sucks for them, not for us though,” he grinned.

For a second he let go of you to throw the teabags into the sink. “Oh come on,” you complained seeing where he threw the tea bags. He simply shushed you with a kiss.

“Come join me on the couch, what do you fancy watching?” He was already on his way to the living room and you had no other choice but to follow him.

“I’m not too bothered,” you said tucking your legs under you in the couch. Tom sitting right beside you giving you a sweet smile.

“I’ve missed you,” to hear those words made your heart swell, “I’ve missed you more,” and his eyes softened with a much smaller smile, but the one he always reserved just for you, on these moments where it was just the two of you in your own little world.

“Do you fancy watching Mindhunter?” You asked after you took a sip of your peach and mango black tea. No milk, no sugar - just some honey in it.

“The FBI show?” And you nodded, he shrugged and turned the TV on, going to Netflix to search for the show.

After a good while of watching the second episode, you snuggled up against Tom’s chest, playing with the strings of his hoodie. His steady heartbeat soothing and calming you right down.

“Do you ever think about what our song is, Tom? Like that one song every couple has?” You asked quietly feeling him run a hand through your hair.

“Sometimes, which song do you think is ours?” His voice laced with curiosity now. You took a moment to ponder over his question.

“For me, spontaneously I’d have to say ‘Photograph’ by Ed,” you landed on, “I feel that song has stuck with us through thick and thin,” you added and felt his lips on your forehead. “Yeah I agree, Ed’s been there for us a lot hasn’t he?” He joked and you buried your face in his clothed chest, laughter bubbling out of you.

“He sure has,” you lifted your head up, looking into his eyes, just getting lost in those brown eyes, the longer slightly curly hair at the ends that framed his defined face so well.

“Do you ever think about the day when we get married? Like, our first song to dance too?” You mumbled slightly embarrassed now that you had exposed the thought of being married to Tom.

The tiniest of smiles played at his lips, eyes glittering ever so slightly, “yeah I do,” he said almost nonchalantly and your eyebrow lifted at that. “Oh?”

“How could I not? It’s gonna happen one day, don’t you worry,” he smiled matter-of-factly, stealing a kiss from you. “What song would you choose?” He mumbled pulling away from your lips ever so slightly, still close enough for his breath to land on your face.

“You’re Still the One by Shania Twain,” you said embarrassingly fast and his lips formed a massive smile. “Play it for me, please.” he urged handing you his phone.

Soon enough, the intro to You’re Still the One started up and you revelled at being in his arms, hearing the song you hopefully danced to one way day in the future, wearing a pretty tux and a beautiful dress.

“I’m feeling really vulnerable right now,” you whispered as to not ruin your moment with the song still playing in the background. “Why?” He whispered back, placing two fingers under your chin gently, to meet his gaze.

“Because I’m exposing such a deep and private part of me, to you for you the best my innermost truest feelings for you - and as much as I love you, it’s still scary to put all of this trust and love in your hands although I know you’d never do anything to hurt me or in any way jeopardise my love for you.” You got out, your eyes turning misty as did Toms at your confession.

“Thank you darling for letting me hear your innermost personal song, but I think it describes us perfectly and I’d be more than honoured to dance our first dance to this song.” His smile could have lightened up ten thousands miles, your heart about to burst with love for this man. Knowing how precious you were to him, for him to treat your feelings so respectfully it meant everything to you.

“I love you, those words aren’t even close to describing the way I really feel about you but they’ll have to do - though I’m more of a shower on how I feel, you know that.” a lone tear spilled over your cheek as you poured your heart out to him and all he did was smile that special smile just for you.

“I love you too, more than words could ever mean,”

#my rambles #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #does anyone actually read tags anymore?

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vendettaparker · 3 hours

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Nail Salon [P.P]

summary: peter convinces harry to let you paint his nails.

warnings: none i think

a/n: just something i found when i was going through my old fake text app. i want to write again so bad but idk if i’ll ever gave the time or motivation again. i also worry that i’m not a good write anymore (if i ever was?)

doing this on my phone so no taglist :(

tagging moots and whatnot, but most are no longer active :(

@astronomyparkers @angelic-holland @annathesillyfriend @asonofpeter @wazzupmrstark @worldoftom @evermoreholland @evermoreparker @t-lostinworlds @terrifictomholland @userholland @indouloureux @itsapeterthing @ptergwen @peterplanet @ptersparkers @duskholland @farfromparker @hollandsmushroom @justapurrcat

#peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker #tom holland #tom holland smut #peter parker angst #tom holland x reader #tom holland spiderman #peter parker fluff #peter parker smau #spiderman x reader #spiderman smut #spiderman smau #spiderman fluff

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tomhollandfics · 2 years

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Wedding/Proposal/Honeymoon Fics

*= smut

Wedding (& preparations)

Garter Traditions - @kelieah

wedding traditions are fun, but tom especially looked forward to taking off your garter

Wedding Dress Shopping - @uglypastels

you and tom are getting married and she is looking for her wedding dress

Vows - @greenorangevioletgrass

tom and y/n’s wedding vows to each other

Reasons Why I Hate The Spiderboy - @wizkiddx

the father of the brides wedding speech

Forever - @tomhollanders2013

you thought you’d fallen in love as deeply as possible, but tom’s wedding vows leave you laughing, crying, and falling head over heels for him all over again

"I Love You Most" - @hiraethenthusiast

tom gives you the best wedding you could've gotten - he's in love with you madly, that's what he says

When I Saw You In That Dress - @waitimcomingtoo

nikki let’s you try on her wedding dress and all the boys have a different reaction

Proposals

Accidental Proposal - @duskholland

you accidentally propose to your boyfriend tom

The Happiest - @liberty-barnes

you and tom have been best friends since forever - he wants to marry you, you’re not so sure (or: five times tom asked you to marry him and the one time you got engaged)

Darling, Let’s Dance - @marvelliz

(AO3) tom tries to propose to you

It’s Probably The Best Day Of Your Life - @sunrisespidey

you’re a famous actress and win an oscar and then he proposes later that night

Marry Me - @tomspeterparkers

tom proposes to you in a really elaborate but sweet way

According To Plan - @words-for-holland

tom proposes to the reader

Eloped (Series) - @worldoftom

you and tom have been in a secret relationship for a long time, but what would you do if tom proposed unexpectedly during your vacation in casablanca, morocco?

Honeymoon

*Honeymoon - @sadchappuccino

you and tom go on your honeymoon

*On Cloud 9 - @t-hollanderr

how you fell in love with tom, there accured some struggles, you married the lad and eventually spend your honeymoon with him

*Mrs. Holland - @angelicxholland

you and tom just got married and your honeymoon is about to start, where you make amazing memories

*Getting' High - @johnismyreason

you go to hawaii for your honeymoon and end up having sex on the plane

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fic #tom holland x you #wedding #proposal #honeymoon

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spring-picnics · 2 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐈𝐈

the devils command by @s1ater

you've made an unbreakable vow, and now, you will never be the same. theodore nott x reader

heart like a garden by @/s1ater

theodore loves you. theodore nott x reader

feel like baking love by @wehaveabucky-archive

bucky is a cute baker, he does something very kind, you fall. bucky barnes x reader

out of focus, eye to eye by @irndad

friends to lovers and jealous peter. tasm!peter parker x reader

first day donuts by @songofpolaris

peter parker fluff. mcu!peter parker x reader

home with you by @ptergwen

you remember spiderman. mcu!peter parker x reader

blurb by @hollandsangel

dad!tom. tom holland x reader

blurb by @luveline

bleeding through your pants on peter's lap and him helping you. mcu!peter parker x reader

blurb by @/luveline

your friends know how whipped he is. mcu!peter parker x reader

you're my… soulmate? by @westviewism

finding out peter is your soulmate. mcu!peter parker x reader

blurb by @v1oletvenus

sirius admits to all the things he did to impress you. sirius black x reader

blurb by @/v1oletvenus

truth or dare? sirius black x reader

blurb by @/v1oletvenus

walking in on sirius and a hookup. sirius black x reader

blurb by @/v1oletvenus

73 questions with your rockstar bf. sirius black x reader

blurb by @ohlovxr

james being a fun dad at easter. james potter x reader

blurb by @/v1oletvenus

you doodling on sirius. sirius black x reader

blurb by @/v1oletvenus

giving sirius a tattoo. sirius black x reader

blurb by @/v1oletvenus

gamer!sirius fluff. sirius black x reader

blurb by @hollandsangel

tom makes you talk to him when you are mad. tom holland x reader

close by by @/hollandsangel

he is a sweet boy in love! tom holland x reader

blurb by @/v1oletvenus

more gamer!sirius fluff. sirius black x reader

study dates with theodore nott while being in a secretive relationship by @blackthunder137

theodore fluff. theodore nott x reader

blurb by @duskholland

tom facetiming you, and then you going to sleep. tom holland x reader

voice letters by @pvarker

he leaves you voice mail to help you get to sleep. mcu!peter parker x reader

without love by @waitimcomingtoo

hanahaki with peter. mcu!peter parker x reader

blurb by @desireav

you and your boyfriend's height difference. theodore nott x reader

blurb by @spiderboytotherescue

peter trusts you. mcu!peter parker x reader

so cold by @mendesxruel

snowball fights with james. james potter x reader

clinging onto you by @ynscrazylife

secret relationship angst and drama. mcu!peter parker x reader

too late by @jexnrey

he loved you too late. theodore nott x reader

blurb by @thehalfbloodedwitch

meeting theo in your little apothecary. theodore nott x reader

moon struck by @softlybarnes

marc warming up to you and falling in love with you. marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader

the best thing that’s ever been mine by @velvetcloxds

brothers best friend with steve. steve rogers x reader

blurb by @/softlybarnes

getting a second fish and then making fun of marc. marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader

bliss by @stevenspector

steven is in love with you. steven grant x reader

blurb by @forever-rogue

married fluff with steven. steven grant x reader

1:10 am by @yesitsmewhataboutit

morgan sleeps with you and peter tonight. mcu!peter parker x reader

pretty baby by @xdeariex

peter fluff. mcu!peter parker x reader

what you’ve got by @pellucid-constellations

college athlete bucky. bucky barnes x reader

the metal head and the material girl by @loveronlineee

eddie judged you incorrectly. eddie munson x reader

is there someone else by @/jexnrey

miscommunication with steve. steve harrington x reader

1983 by @sourholland

steve in 1983. steve harrington x reader

blurb by @masterkenobi

getting into a small crash. steve harrington x reader

midnight love by @peterbenjiparker

taking care of a sick lil boy. mcu!peter parker x reader

blurb by @goldenmorningglory

willel headcanons. platonic!will x el

still into you by @eddiemunching

you get drunk, and steve begins to fear another nancy situation, but he sees your love for him. steve harrington x reader

blurb by @sickbromeo

s5 prom headcanons. stranger things headcanons

can i kiss you, now? by @lurkymurker

steve flirting while drunk. steve harrington x reader

don't you (forget about me) by @starberryes

enemies to lovers. steve harrington x reader

your silence kills me by @/blackthunder137

steve confesses. steve harrington x reader

you're it for me by @/pellucid-constellations

exes to lovers. steve harrington x reader

blurb by @claireunoia

mean rebel!nancy. nancy wheeler x reader

count the ways by @iliveiloveiwrite

steve freaks out over a potential nancy repeat at a party and you calm him down. steve harrington x reader

blurb by @miss-celestial-being

rivals to lovers. eddie munson x reader

a place in this world by @outerspacebisexual

enemies to lovers. steve harrington x reader

take my hand, now and forever by @authorbarbie

hurt comfort with steve about the "earthquake." steve harrington x reader

blurb by @corrodedcoffinkid

eddie having texture problems with joyce's food. a found family trope. stranger things headcanons

sushi and fun mugs by @lovelybarnes

you make him act different. bucky barnes x reader

hair tie by @waklman

dustin's babysitter falls for dustin's new mom. steve harrington x reader

matilda by @cryonme

found family for steve and you helping him realise that. steve harrington x reader

if you’d taken an arrow (and run it right through me) by @iliaclwrites

five times you pretended to not know each other and the one time you didn't. eddie munson x reader

blurb by @/iliaclwrites

eddie introducing his secret girlfriend. eddie munson x reader

blurb by @/iliaclwrites

hiding in a closet. eddie munson x reader

everybody's talkin’ up a storm (act like they don’t notice) by @/iliaclwrites

eddie turns out to be dating the cool librarian. eddie munson x reader

blurb by @/iliaclwrites

eddie and librarian!reader fluff. eddie munson x reader

blurb by @/iliaclwrites

cheerleader!reader being a badass. eddie munson x reader

6 times steve harrington was pining by @fandomtravels

steve harrington fluff. steve harrington x reader

blurb by @/iliaclwrites

eddie popping the question. eddie munson x reader

@spring-picnics

#sunnys.fic.recs #sunnys.favs #bucky barnes x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #mcu!peter parker x reader #tom holland x reader #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #theodore nott x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #steve rogers x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #willel #stranger things head canons #nancy wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x reader #cold autumn nights 2022

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