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webslingingslasher · 3 months

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hii!! can you do one where situationship!peter like yells at trouble or something along those lines or is like embarrassed to be seen w her (i jsut wanna read something angsty 😭😭)

no rush ofc!! hope u had a good new years 🎀

added these two asks together <3

what do u think that frat!peter would do if he made trouble cry, like it was his fault

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when peter got a congratulatory clap on his shoulder with a 'heard you got cuffed up. good for you, man.' he brushed it off. peter had a good guess on why someone made that connection, he's been a little handsy with you at parties, and on campus. it's a natural thought.

when peter got nudged by a member of another frat, and a 'congrats, bro. she's a hottie.' he felt confused.

the third time it happened, while at his own house, peter finally asked what was up. 'where did you hear that?' a punch to his arm, 'your chick. she's telling everyone you're her boyfriend.'

and that? it made his blood boil.

'she's lying, i'm not dating anyone.' the brother's eyebrows raised, 'oh. i mean, i guess she told ja-' peter spoke up louder, 'she's a fucking liar.' the brother leaves it alone.

peter was almost pacing his floor while waiting for you. you've brought it up a thousand times, he's made his opinion very clear, and yet you're going behind his back and telling everyone he's the one thing he's not.

you don't notice his distaste, reaching out for a kiss you're dodged. peter wants to scoff at your pout, no wonder you feel sad, your boyfriend refused your touch.

'anything you wanna tell me, trouble?'

you're immediately taken back by his tone. 'anything that might get back to me?' you have a sinking feeling you know what it's about, you didn't know it would be whispered about, but you should've.

but, you won't put your foot in your mouth yet. 'i don't think so.' peter lets out a dry laugh, 'no? there's nothing that you did that makes you look fucking crazy?'

you swallow hard, is that what he thought of you? if so, he's wrong. 'i'm not crazy.' peter throws his hands up, 'really? okay, let's see if we can figure this one out together. i'm not your boyfriend, but apparently you're telling people i am. is that supposed to make you look sane?'

it's downright mean. 'you're being very condescending right now, peter. i don't like it.' peter's loud with his next sentence. 'just how i don't like being called your fucking boyfriend?'

your world comes crashing down. how could he be so brutal with such ease. it's so harsh you can't swallow back your emotions.

tears blot at your eyes while your lower lip trembles. 'is the idea of being with me that bad?' peter feels as crushed as you look. once it starts you can't stop, and to break down in front of peter, after he just called you fucking crazy, makes you dehumanize yourself.

you huff small breaths and try to wipe away the tears as they fall. you struggle to say your words without pausing to gasp. 'you didn't even... ask why.' it brings a new wave, he's being silent and you think it's over and final and you didn't get a chance to plead your case.

'i need... to leave.' you can't breathe, you can't even feel your feet when you move. you don't make it far because peter's in front of you and using his chest to back you up.

'alright, alright. just stop crying, okay?' peter doesn't know what to do because he's never actually made a girl cry that hard, or at least in his face, making him aware of his actions and how he could've tried to approach this in a calm way.

'you hate me,' you gasp, 'and you think i'm crazy,' another gasp, but this time you're scooped into his hold. 'stop. please, stop. please stop crying.' peter thinks if he squeezes you hard enough he could piece the parts he ruined back together.

'i'm sorry. i'm so sorry.' peter doesn't know what he wanted, but it wasn't a pleading apology coughed out between sobs. fuck, he was mean, wasn't he? 'stop it, trouble. just breathe, alright? it's done, okay?'

oh, peter's shit at this. you cry even harder, 'i know we are. i'm so sorry, i'll tell everyone i made it up and... and you-'

'we're not done. the conversation is done. just please stop fucking crying.' peter can't stress it enough because he feels so guilty he's about to start crying in solidarity.

'no! not until, not until you hear-'

'i'm not going to listen to anything until you can say three words without holding your breath.' it's useless, 'i think i'm dying.' you don't know how, but you're held even tighter to his chest, 'you're not dying. you're upset because i said mean things.'

you're able to take a deep breath, it feels good. 'you did.' peter can finally relax, you're not on the verge of passing out anymore. 'i know. i was really mean, wasn't i?'

'yeah.' fuck, he really, really hates how miserable he made you. peter cares about you, it's the one thing he makes sure to tell you, but he doesn't think you talk to the people you care about that way.

'i promise i'm not crazy, i just-'

'you're not crazy and i should've never said that.' you try to keep your face tilted down when peter pulled back, but he was adamant on having you look at him.

'i'm so sorry, okay? i was caught off guard by all these comments today and i took it out on you. you're right, i should've asked why. but i didn't, and i'm sorry.'

'jackson ruth got all weird and touchy at his party last week and i just blurted out that you were my boyfriend so he'd leave me alone and i swear i didn't mean for him to have it spread.'

you hate that you made him ashamed, maybe you said that part out loud too because you think you saw something break inside his eyes.

peter softly cups your face, any stray droplets cleared with a brush of his thumbs under your eyes. 'i'm not ashamed of you, i'd never be ashamed of you. you're my baby.'

hook, line, and sinker.

'you are always allowed to use my name if you need to, i promise. i was a dick and i made you cry and now i feel like shit that i made you feel like shit, and now i feel even shitter because i'm somehow making this about me.'

you wrap your hands around his, you'd rather him keep his hold. you feel special. 'do you mean it?' peter nods softly, he leans down for a kiss. it's warming, your chest blossoms wide.

if you were fucking crazy, hypothetically, you'd claim the accusation boldly when he says 'on everything i love.'

#frat!peter drabbles

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sincericida · 9 months

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@webslingingslasher and @reidslovely turned me into a complete addict to frat!Peter. Thank you, dear. And I recommend you to read, fellas. 🫶🏼

#thank you writers #frat!peter parker #frat peter blurb #frat!peter drabbles #frat!peter #frat bro #nerdy!peter vs frat!peter #frat boy #writers on tumblr #very thankful #andrew garfield #sincericida

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kaylasficrecs · 8 months

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peter parker recs - part 2

shy frat!peter | au, imagine, fluff | @webslingingslasher

baby me | tasm, drabble, fluff | @p3terparker

twenty-bucks | imagine, flangst | @deathbyathousandspiders

likes having you close | imagine, fluff | @sacharinee

hospital heart monitor | imagine, fluff (bit of angst) | @parkerpeter24

no need to hide it | one shot, flangst (more fluff) | @spider-man-199999

best friends couch cuddles | two shot, fluff | @deathbyathousandspiders

stacked against you | tasm, imagine, fluff | @delicate-dorothea

meeting at the grave | imagine, flangst (more angst) | @electrosspidey

apologies | imagine, flangst | @bruh--wtf

hurt | one shot, flangst | @just-jordie-things

so cold | one shot, flangst | @just-jordie-things

i'll keep your brittle heart warm | au, imagine, fluff | @darling-im-wonderstruck

open arms | tasm, drabble, fluff | @delicate-dorothea

only you | imagine, flangst | @ivyquill

you're a very good kisser | drabble, fluff | @ddejavvu

reader thinks she's ugly | imagine, flangst | @selfcarecap

just so you know | imagine, fluff | @literaila

eventually | imagine, angst | @peterthepark

chilly | imagine, fluff | @presleyanswrites

2:54 am | tasm, one shot, soft flangst | @likedovesinthewindd

where'd you get your medical degree | tasm, imagine, fluff | @literaila

soothing | insomniac, drabble, comfort flangst | @multi-fandom-imagine

i'll be right there, sweetheart | tasm, imagine, flangst | @urrockstar-xe

mastermind | imagine, fluff | @moonstruckme

the mechanics of a soul | imagine, fluff | @irndad

two normal arms | one shot, fluff | @waitimcomingtoo

angel unaware | one shot, trifecta (fluff/smut/angst) | @silkscream

making out for hours | drabble, fluff | @ptergwen

physics and english teacher love affair | insomniac, imagine, fluff | @certifiedlovergirlsstuff

azalea | two shot, flangst | @writings-of-a-hufflepuff

spidey senses | one shot, flangst | @forever-rogue

not so innocent | imagine, fluff | @spider-quackson

far from home, far from you | one shot, flangst (more angst) | @neverlandparker

your kiss, my check | au, imagine, flangst | @hollandweather

shy shy shy | tasm, imagine, fluff | @biblio-smia

identity crisis | one shot, fluff | @heliads

kissing reader any chance he gets | tasm, drabble, fluff | @madwcman

just hold me | drabble, flangst (comfort!) | @oneawkwardwriter

snap | imagine, flangst | @tomholland1996simp

it's supposed to be fun, turning 21 | imagine, flangst | @loverwebs

only you | imagine, flangst | @devotion

i can see you | one shot, fluff | @waitimcomingtoo

peter thinks he's slick | imagine, fluff | @weird-is-life

night in | imagine, fluff | @blissfulparker

come home | tasm, imagine, flangst (more angst) | @dameronology

worth it | drabble, fluff | @miley1442111

come in with the rain | one shot, flangst | @pasukiyo

be here for her | au, imagine, angst (comfort!) | @lovelettersforthedamned (tw)

promise | imagine, flangst | @shayyprasad (tw)

#peter parker x reader #mcu #masterlist #fic recs #tasm!peter

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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 2 years

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INTERLUDE- THE TRIO

DRABBLES FEATURING:

-doctor! barnes x innocent! reader

- lumberjack! steve x hybrid! bunny

-dbf!peter x reader

-cnc bucky barnes (winter solider rp) x reader

-dark! best friend steve! x reader

-mob!peter x maid! reader

BONUS: dark! frat!peter, dark! frat!steve and dark! frat!bucky x shy! reader

warnings: SMUT, medical kink, squirting, pet names, praise kink, degration kink possessiveness, bondage, (bunny) ear pulling, daddy kink, teasing/ edging, breeding kink, spanking, gaslighting? kinda, innocent/ corruption kink, cnc, belt spanking mentioned, buttplugs used, dark themes, such as drugging, knife play, gagging, fingering, drugs and booze used, porn mentioned

notes: hi!! this is kinda different from what i normally post, but i wanted to write for these characters. i wanted to post before i start more requests. im sorry for my inactivness these past few days, please take this as a little “pls forgive me treat” <33

-claire bear

DOCTOR BARNES

“Okay sweetheart lets take a look.” he cooed, the sound of the globe snapping on his skin making you flinch.

The warm leather that rubbed against your ankles from their places in the sturps. They forced your legs apart, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to Doctor Barnes, your juices dripping down and smearing with the wax paper below.

“Oh angel you're shaking.” he pouted, noting your shaky legs, quivering in their restraints. You gulped, breath coming in shallow pants as he sat on his stool, it’s wheels gliding towards its place between your legs.

“M’scared.” you shyly confessed, his smirk growing at your words, at your frightened tone.

“No need to fret sweetheart, it's just a check up.”

You nodded, hips subtly grinding against his arm as he adjusted the paper underneath you. He clucked his tongue as he brought the dim light down to your aching cunt, making you wince.

“Just as I thought angel. It’s bad, it's not normal for little girls like you to be getting so worked up.” You shuttered, biting your lip as he brought his hand up to stroke your thigh, the cool latex of his glove leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Wh-what do I do Doctor?” you asked, eyes wide as he neared your clit.

“You gotta stay with me for extra treatment honey. Don’t worry, I’ll take all the tingles away, I’ll make it all better.”

The sound of his watch ticking was in sync with your gasps as he used his fingers to spread apart your folds to reveal your pulsing clit.

“Doctor Barnes it hurts it OH!-” you cried out as his two fingers slowly prodded your entrance.

“Shh, shh I know, I know. It’ll all be over honey, just gotta make you squirt. If you’re good I’ll give you a sucker after, yeah?”

LUMBERJACK STEVE

“I didn’t know!” you whined as Steve tugged on the rope tied firmly around your wrists, bringing tears to your eyes as he dragged you over to the couch.

“Oh really? You didn’t know? You didnt know you weren’t supposed to go towards the river, although daddy said it a million times already?” he growled, watching your frail body, so little compared to his struggle to get your shaky legs to tug you up on the cushions.

“Wanted to see the man on the other side who said he’d bring me strawberries Daddy.” you sniffled, moaning as Steve's large, firm hand grabbed your hips, tossing you ass up on the couch, your body utterly at his mercy as your bound arms lay helpless in front of you.

“That's Mr. Layfeyson honey, haven't I told you about how mean he is? How all the other men are mean? They want to hurt you honey.” he cooed, hand sliding up the curve of your back, slowly stroking your ass.

“M’sorry daddy.” you sniffled, letting out a high pitched squeak as he pressed down on your fluffy tail.

“I know honey, you just don't know any better do you? Gotta keep my bunny here with me, locked up so she can't leave.” he sighed, smiling at your moan as he gathered your ears in one hand, tugging on them gently.

He knew you liked it rough. Even you didn’t quite know it yet.

He always knew his bunny.

“Yes daddy.” you agreed, head falling limp against the cushions as Steve began to slowly tease you- edging you for punishment.

“You’d be so adorable all nice and round with my bunnies honey. Such a good little mama for your daddy.” he praised down at you, smirking as he saw you attempting to grind against him.

DADS BEST FRIEND PETER

“I’m protecting you from those dirty, stupid boys princess.” Your father's best friend whispered down at you from your place across his lap, skirt bunched up as he rubbed you through your cloth panties.

“They only want to use you honey. They don’t love you, like how I love you.” Peter cooed at you, smiling at your eagerness as you shited in his lap, whining as he slowly bounced his knee.

“I know Mr. Parker.” you complied, brain slowly turning to mush as his long, ring littered fingers ran through your strands, soothing you before the blow.

“Why are you doing this?” you whispered wincing as his one hand raised, smacking your ass harsh enough to jolt your body forward and making you cry out.

“Because you talked to that boy across the street, and you need to learn your lesson. You belong to me, you don’t get to talk to him.” he taunted, the cool metal stinging your abused fleshed as he stroked it, pinching it gently.

“He needed directions to Max’s.” you whined, screaming again as he smacked you a second time.

“I don’t care.” Peter snapped, loosening his tie with his free hand as you struggled.

“I’m so sorry I won't talk to him again!” you cried out, embarrassed at the wetness staining your panties the more he toyed with your body, punishing it as he pleased.

“Oh I know angel.” he gritted out, holding your thighs tightly as you wiggled.

“Cause if you do it again, it’ll be the belt. And daddy doesn't like using the belt on his poor angel. So listen to me.”

DARK BEST FRIEND STEVE

“We’re just playing dress up kitten.” Steve smiled at your sleepy form, eyes fluttering open slightly at his gentle words.

“Dress up?” you yawned, sleep threatening to take over your body as he stroked your arm calmingly from where he lay beside you, holding your body in his arms.

Steve had put something in the warm milk he normally gave you before bed to help ease your nerves, something he had done for you since you were kids. You weren't aware of this, of course.

Your muscles felt heavy as he slowly touched the collar he had placed around your throat, the bell jingling softly.

“Yes kitty, dress up. Just like we used to do.” he teased, looking down at the little lace socks he had slipped on you, at the tail that stuck out from your ass.

You were almost too sleepy to notice, the sensation a dull tingling, a heat in your belly. The ears were the final touch, he thought, watching your chest rise and fall with each little sigh you made.

You gasped as he tugged on the fluffy tail, easing it out of you with a pop.

“You’re my favorite little kitty. So good to me, my perfect little sweetheart. I’m so lucky to have you as my best friend.” he whispered, kissing your neck tenderly, sucking on it as he smeared the plug around with your juices that had now trickled down to your thighs.

“Your princess parts get wet so easily kitty. You poor thing.” he mocked, bringing the toy to your parted lips, slipping inside for you to suck on while he stretched you out for him.

“None of my other friends do this with me.” you admitted softly as his fingers slid between your parted legs, gathering your slick on his digits.

“That's because they aren't as special as me kitty. We’re the best of friends.”

THE WINTER SOLDIER KIDNAPPING ROLEPLAY

“If you move, it’ll only hurt more ангел.” Bucky whispered, his voice low and soothing through the black mask as he peered down at your tied-up body on the white silk, drops of your blood smearing across the sheets from where his knife dug into your skin earlier.

You whined, eyes wide as he spread your legs farther apart, the gloves he wore slightly rough against your marked-up skin.

Tugging at the restraints, you cried out as the rope rubbed against your skin, but the gag he had placed in your mouth while you were sleeping had suffocated the noise.

“Oh doll, you gotta learn.” he tsked, shaking his head in disappointment as you continued to struggle, making no success as his heavy bodyweight trapped you in place, his hand slipping up to pin your arms back down against your body.

You murmured incoherently as he wiped your mascara-stained tear away with his thumb, inching inside you slowly.

“Mghm-” you moaned, legs shaking as he shushed you, cock stretching you out almost painfully.

He was much big for you. Normally he stretched you out first, but tonight... tonight was different.

“Daddy's gonna push it in deeper now mkay? No, no no tears ангел, you can take it angel you're so strong for daddy! Such a big girl.” he cooed, grip becoming tighter on your wrists as he pushed in even deeper.

You could feel this man in your stomach, head turning fuzzy from the pressure in your lower abdomen.

“You’re making daddy feel bad sweetheart when you cry. It’s okay, it's okay I promise.” he whispered, watching as you turned your head into the bed, the tears falling rapidly as he seated himself fulling in you the lines of pain and pleasure blurring.

“Hey, hey look at me.” he hissed, gripping your chin tightly, forcing you to meet his dark, stormy gaze once again.

“Look at me while I fuck you малышка. Look at me while you enjoy every single little thing I give you. Cause you don't have a choice”

MOB BOSS PETER

It was too high for you reach, the vase perched up upon the bookshelf. You sighed, perching up on your tiptoes, attempting to lean against the old, antique desk that was just in your way, using it as a balance of some sort.

You didn't want to leave any spot untouched, as you wanted things to be perfect for Mr. Parker when he arrived. Which meant everything had to be up to your standards- meaning it would be spotless.

Not one speck of dust, or dirt.

Now if you could just reach a little higher with your feather duster…

“Need any help there honey?” The soft voice made you jump, his breath warm as it tickled your neck.

“M-Mr. Parker, you’re back early.” you murmured, clenching your thighs together at his sudden nearness, the smell of his cedarwood cologne filling your nostrils. It was soothing, his skin warm to the touch as he tucked a lock of stray hair behind your ear, fingers lingering a little too long.

They slowly made their way down your neck, rubbing small circles in a soothing motion. “You’re pretty tense honey. Do you ever take a break?” he asked softly, making his way behind you to rub your shoulders.

You fought the urge to let out a moan, the feeling of his hands massaging your shoulders almost too good to be true. It was heaven, the way his fingers worked the knots and kinks in your muscles.

Your head dropped, letting out a little whimper as he grinned, knowing he was molding you into his hands like putty.

It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. You knew it, and so did he.

The perks of the job indeed.

“Mr. Parker-”

“You still seem tense darling. You want me to help you get rid of that stress?” he cut you off, knowing your answer already, hands sliding down to squeeze your hips firmly. You nodded quickly, wanting more than anything for him to slide his hands father down.

He didn’t though, much to your surprise. They stilled.

“Words honey. I need words.”

You gulped. “Yes Mr. Parker. I need you to help take the stress away.”

“Atta girl. Up we go.” he lifted you fast enough the air whooshed from your lungs, setting you down face down on the wooden desk. Your feet dangled in the air as you smacked your hands down on the wood, papers shifting as your hands attempted to find something to hold onto.

Anything to ground you from what was about to happen.

“You’re such a good girl eh? Always working so hard for me.” he cooed, flipping up the flimsy maid dress you wore, exposing your soaking panties to him, cunt aching to be touched.

“Only for you sir.” you moaned, gasping as he bent down to run his hand up your knee high socks, snapping the little garter you wore against your skin hard enough to leave red marks.

“Look at that, she's smart too? Just gotta be promised some cock to get those gears turning in that dumb little brain of yours huh?”

You nodded ferociously at his words, too dumbfounded to speak. His fingers walked up to your thighs, then made their way up to tap your bundle of nerves ever so gently.

You moaned, clenching around nothing as he rubbed your wetness, the sensations sending little jolts of pleasure licking like flames down your spine.

“Well, honey it appears you’re gonna have another mess to clean up after I'm done with you. What a shame, hm?”

THE FRAT BROTHERS

“She’s a quiet little thing ain't she?” the blonde murmured from his spot on the couch, legs spread wide as his head lolled back against the worn sofa, red solo cup in hand.

Steve was his name, Peter had told you before the two of you had arrived at the party.

And you were supposed to be nice to him. Both of them, really.

Bucky was the other one's name, his presence reappearing with a cold one in hand, popping the lid off with his thumb as if it were nothing.

It made you squirm in your seat watching the two of you slide their gazes over you, their eyes hungry and warm. A fire burned in them, and it threatened to swallow you whole.

“Peters tamed her.” Bucky grinned, slouching next to Steve, kicking his feet up on the coffee table, its surface scattered with empty cups and lighters. “Tried to. She still gets feisty sometimes, the saucy thing.” Peter corrected them, patting your thigh gently.

You leaned in closer to the man, resting your head against his chest from your throne upon his lap. He bounced his knee to attempt to soothe you, the music loud enough to have the walls thumping from the party downstairs making you jumpier than usual.

He was considerate about that, at least.

“She's even prettier than the pictures you showed us Pete.” Bucky smiled, throwing you a wink as you gulped.

The pictures. Had he really shown them those?

Peter had taken pictures upon pictures of you, pleasing him, fucking you, cumming on you. You had been in the skimpiest little costumes and get-ups, most times not wearing anything at all for him.

It was love, he had explained.

You let him use you for his pleasure, had come to his beck and call crawling on hands and knees to please him- because you loved him. You were here, at this party, the place you least wanted to be out of anywhere in the entire world, because you loved him.

Don't you love me, bunny? Don't you wanna make me happy? Make my friends happy?

Yes. You loved him. You loved him more than anything- couldn't live without him. Couldn't leave his side, couldn't let him go. Which is why you snuggled deeper into his chest, inhaling the gentle scent of weed and cheap booze that lingered on his frat sweater, hands curling into fists to grip the fabric.

“Course she is. Pictures don't do my little whore justice. Do they angel?”

You knew better than to ignore him.

“Yes Peter.” you squeaked out as his hand came up to grab your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “I’m sorry?”

“Yes daddy.”

He smiled, the other guys snickering as he lifted the joint to his pretty pink lips, inhaling a drawl. Tapping your cheeks, you opened your parted lips wide, allowing him to blow the smoke into your lungs, choking you.

“No thoughts in that head of hers huh?” Bucky chuckled, watching as Steve snatched the burning blunt from Peter's fingertips. “Just cock. And me, of course.” Peter laughed, making you snuggle back into his chest with ease.

The drugs were coursing through your veins, making each joint and tendon feel light as clouds. Your head was empty, brain turned to mush as the boys eyed you down, noticing the little tennis skirt you wore slightly hiking up your thigh as you shifted.

“You want another drawl angel?” Angel. You liked that name. But you couldn't take another, the weed already clouding your senses enough already. If you had anymore you feared you’d be immobilized.

You looked up at Peter, making sure you had his approval to answer the man. He nudged his head, as if to say- go on. Don’t’ be rude. “No thank you, Steve.” you polietly declined, noticing his smirk grow larger as you said his name.

“Alright angel, suit yourself.” Bucky quickly snatched the drug from his hands, taking one final drawl.

“You give her anymore you’ll make her knock out. Look atta her she's about to fall asleep in Pete's lap, the poor thing.” he growled to Steve, his deep, husky voice making you shiver as he defended you.

“She's less than half your size Stevie. I already wear her out enough when she's drooling and about to pass out on my cock every night.” Peter laughed, running a hand through his messy blonde hair.

“M’tired daddy.” you yawned, rubbing your eyes as you clung his sweater closer to your body that he had gifted you a few months ago, the smell of his cologne still on it like it was given to you yesterday.

“I know bunny, you can sleep when we’re done with you okay? I brought your favorite blanket for the car ride home.” he cooed, hand coming down to stroke your hair, petting your head in a way that almost had you purring like a kitten.

“I call her ass.” Steve announced, leaning back further in his seat as he swung his beer back. “I call her mouth. And her panties when we’re done.”

“Hey- that's not fuckin fair!” Steve hissed, smacking Bucky's arm harshly.

“I don't care who gets what, just don't be gentle with her.” Peter snarked, taking his own sip of the cheap booze, and you watched his Adam's apple bob as he chugged it down. He sighed as he finished it, throwing the red solo cup in the corner, leaning down to give you a soft kiss atop your head.

“She likes it rough. And it’ll tire her out even more for the car ride home.”

Oh, you were in for a long night indeed.

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80pairsofcrocs · 1 year

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2022 || fic recs

these are most of my favorite fics from 2022!! please check some out, because these people are extremely talented

some of these people are my mutuals, where others are people i’ve never even spoken to in my life, but that doesn’t change anything so enjoy!

some may be smut too so MDNI

(all fics marked as ongoing are ongoing as of before 2023)

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MARVEL

moon knight

Transitions - by @yikesitskennawrites - one of my favorite platonic moon knight series by my bestie (ongoing)

One Fin Wonder - by @m4xedout - another favorite of mine by my other bestie :) (ongoing)

Limitless - by @missdictatorme - the power this series has over me>> (ongiong)

Also literally all of the oneshots by @missdictatorme - i love them all sm i cant-

The Shape of You-niverse - by @bit-dodgy-innit - i’ve been reading these as they come out and let me tell you, they are so well thought out and i absolutely love the concepts for each chapter. 10/10 smut too

spiderman/peter parker

Sugar and Vice - by @liz-allyn - its a mob!peter!! i love this series so far, im always checking the page to see if a new chapter is posted lol hope it gets spicy soon (ongoing) TASM!PETER

That one drunk peter drabble by @luveline posted back in april - always love seeing that one :) TASM!PETER

Flexible - oneshot by @spidernerdsblog - made me laugh so hard like deadass TASM!PETER

Ridiculous - Extremely Ridiculous - two-part smutshots by @peterthepark - i love blonde frat peter sm TASM!PETER

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THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

(these are only Five fics lol)

Of Starlight - And Dusk - To Nightfall - following the three seasons is this series by @dumdumsun - ive been loving this series for a long time now, cant wait to see how it ends (third season ongoing)

Timeless - by @fiveisnumber1 - ive only read one chapter so far and im already invested (ongoing)

anything tua by @supercoffeeblogs - absolutely adore everything you write

Sshh - by @cxlynv - its smut. thats it. thats the description. it made my insides tingle

Retired - by @justasimp1 - its more smut and i love it.

I Dont Need a Partner - by @lady-ashfade - i love wanda!y/n so much and i love five and the readers relationship in this one

Venom - by @rcksmith - yay more smut but it actually has a plot!

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thank you for reading, and hope to enjoy 2023 with all of you :)

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meganslife · 2 months

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TASM peter parker masterlist

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

DRABBLES

Slanted floors -> you and peter got a new apartment. he loves it, but you hate it. (GN reader)

Party animal -> you see your ex at a frat party, and to avoid him wanting to talk to you, you act like you’re dating the closest guy— who just so happens to play along. (Fem reader)

SERIES

Pen pals (ONGOING) -> peter parker is your pen pal. (Fem reader)

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six.

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icannot3 · 11 months

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Masterlist/blog intro

Send a request, I don't bite :).

When submitting a request, I ask that you give details towards what you would like the plot to be!

Characters available for request/masterlist

AHS

Tate Langdon

Dancing in the Dark

I Promise

Kit Walker

Anything, For You

Kyle Spencer

Menstrual Dilemma (frat! Kyle)

His Sanction (frat! Kyle)

Jimmy Darling-

Drunken Mistakes

Apologies and Tire-Swings

Drabble 1 (NSFW)

James Patrick March (JPM)

None, yet!

X-MEN

Peter Maximoff

The Sock Rule

The Sock Rule (part 2)

The Ice-Cream Massacre

Prom Night

Enough

Holidaze

Please respect that I am not comfortable writing for any characters that I do not have listed above. I also will not write any fanfiction surrounding Evan Peters himself :).

#evan peters #masterlist #ahs #tate langdon #james patrick march #kyle spencer #kit walker #jimmy darling #peter maximoff #american horror story #x men

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roguerecs · 2 years

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𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒.

last updated: august 2022

𝑬𝒙𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒕: 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆'𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒔

- Look at those signs! Let’s go read them!

Welcome to my reading/fic recs archive! This is basically a blog to keep all my readings/fic recs organized instead of having to dig through my main for a fic. Feel free to send any of your own fics/fic recs!

Everything here will mainly be one-shots, drabbles, and completed series I’ve read. Check my main for writer recs + their masterlists, current series I’m reading, upcoming series I plan to read, and more!

Before interacting with a work, please remember to: Look and respect the author’s rules/guidelines! Carefully read all tagged warnings and author notes before proceeding. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

As majority of fics I recommend are 18+ plus, minors DNI!!! You will be blocked so please leave while you’re ahead! Blank blogs (no posts and default pfp) and blogs with no age indicators will be assumed to be minors and be blocked as well.

Below the cut is links to all the tags I currently have, and this list will be updated as I get more tags!

𝑻𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌:

one-shot. ┊ drabble. ┊ series.

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𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆:

angst.┊ fluff. ┊smut. dark. ┊ soft!dark.

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𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝑭𝒊𝒄 / 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:

reader fics. ┊ original character (oc) fics.

! PSA: for specific reader/fic tags, i tag according to what the author tags.

tba.

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to find fics with specific tags and character, use this format: [NAME] x [SPECIFIC TAG] example: ari levinson x female reader

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𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑬𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔 & 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔:

chris evans. ┊ ari levinson. andy barber. ┊ colin shea. curtis everett. ┊ dennis baker. frank adler. ┊ jake jensen. johnny storm. ┊ lloyd hansen. mr. freezy. ┊ ransom drysdale. steve rogers.

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𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒍:

bucky barnes. peter parker (tasm!peter & mcu!peter). natasha romanoff. ┊ sam wilson. stucky. ┊ wanda maximoff. xu shang-chi.

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𝑨𝑼𝒔:

a/b/o. ┊ baker. best friend’s dad. ┊ biker. cam. ┊ ceo. ┊ college. cowboy. ┊ dad’s best friend. dilf/milf. ┊ frat. ┊ hybrid. lumberjack. ┊ mafia. ┊ medieval. mythology. ┊ royal. single parent. ┊ supernatural.

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𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 (𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒅𝒌?):

...with benefits. exes to lovers. friends to lovers. friends/lovers to enemies/exes. fake dating. ┊ forced proximity. neighbors. ┊ only one bed. roommates. ┊ sex pollen.

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𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:

tom holland. crossover. ┊ comfort fics. all time faves.

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#ೃ⁀➷ rogue's blog upkeep.

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agusrkive · 9 hours

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Updated Full Masterlist

☎️ dial +800-104-2773 for confirmation.

HORS D’OEUVRES Inventory

【☆】 - HORS D’OEUVRES Royalty

★☆- ratings, 💥 - prompt, 🫧 - drabble, 💫 - canon, 🫐 - fluff, ☔️ - angst, 🔒 - nsfw

LEVI ACKERMAN

Levi in WWII - 🫧 🫐 ☔️ ★ ★ ★ ★☆

Professor!Levi - 🫧 🔒 ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 【☆】

Zombie!Levi - 🫧 🫐 ★ ★☆ ☆ ☆

pining over Levi -💥☔️💫 ★ ★ ★☆ ☆

postrumbling!Levi -💥☔️💫 ★ ★ ★☆ ☆

goodfriend!Levi - 🫧 🫐 🔒 ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 【☆】

Demigod!Levi -💥☔️ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

REINER BRAUN

make it make sense -💥🔒🔒 ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 【☆】

Frat!Reiner - 💥🫐☔️🔒 ★ ★ ★ ★☆

SugarDaddy!Reiner - 💥🫐🔒🔒 ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 【☆】

SPIDERVERSE

Some say love is a burning thing (TASM!Peter) - 💥🫐🫐 ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 【☆】

P.Y.T- pretty young thing (Miguel O’Hara) - 💥🫐🔒🔒 ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 【☆】

#agusrkive #masterlist #literature #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #blog

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shayyprasad · 4 months

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ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

「 inbox | OPEN 」 ☆ 「 requests | OPEN 」

angst: ✮ fluff: ♡ hurt/comfort: ○ spicy/smut: ➳

series:

games - you love peter, you really do. so why is this so hard, then? (✮ ♡)

right next door [ongoing] - you move in right next door to a cutie, problem is, he isn't much of a talker. or anything at all. but it's okay, because you're dead-set on getting him to warm up to you. (✮♡○)

but you're the one i want [ongoing] - you've fallen in love with peter, and the worst part? you can't. not when you know you must be with someone else. (✮♡○)

drabbles/concepts:

get away with it (villian!reader) - you thought maybe it'd all work out. you were wrong. (✮)

backpacks - peter has a streak, and not a good one. (♡)

midnight sugar - you can't sleep, so it's only right to pull peter into this. at least you've made a memory you'll never forget. (♡)

body count - boys will be boys. (♡)

cheering for you - he loves you, and he's not afraid to show it. (♡)

abbreviations - ...yeah. (♡)

skittles (peter parker x short!reader) - peter likes to pick on your size. (♡)

would you still love me if i were a worm? (frat!peter x bimbo!reader) - you ask peter a very, very serious question. (♡)

headcanons:

dirty words (h.c.) - peter takes being dirty a tad bit too far. you aren't happy about it. (♡)

boyfriend (h.c.) - oh, to have a peter parker. (well, i mean, i'd know.) (♡○)

oneshots:

can't you talk to them? - you misunderstand peter's powers. he's not pleased. (♡)

two of them in the same day - what are the chances you run into peter and spider-man in the same day? (➳♡)

pity - your cancer changed peter more than yourself. (✮♡○)

daddy's money (stark!reader) - you don't like the idea of a new step-mother, so you take things into your own hands. (✮♡○)

advice from one who can't take their own - you're rather good at giving out love advice, just not as good at taking it. (♡)

let me help (tw: abuse) - you know that you should tell someone, but you don't know how. luckily, peter's always here to save the day... in more ways than one. (✮○)

we are okay - peter's been hiding something, and you've gotten into a fight about it. when he leaves before it's been resolved, you give up on this. on him. until... (♡✮)

happy halloween to all, i guess - halloween starts off fine, and then... well, it's not so fine. (✮♡○)

oops - you're just a bit clumsy. (✮♡)

i love you, peter b. parker - you knew you wouldn't be around forever, and you wanted to leave a piece of you behind for him. (✮)

worry - you can't help but fret about his safety. (✮♡○)

make it up to you - peter forgets a very special day, and he needs to make it right. (✮♡)

weighing scale (tw: ed) - you just want to be perfect for him, because then maybe he'll love you back. (✮○)

successor (stark!reader) - you realize that you don't want to be like your father; follow in his footsteps. you have a different want, a different need from him. but you find the perfect person to take your spot. (✮♡)

my peter - you end up in peter's world... just not your peter's. (takes place during no way home.) (✮♡○)

waiting - you're trying to be paitent with him, the war with thanos can't possibly have been easy to deal with, much less the trauma. you've given peter all you have, but it's gotten too much. (✮)

stuck with you (stark!reader) - you love him, but you hate him. maybe you'll be able to love him a little bit more if it's really just the two of you. (♡)

didn't see you there - what's a little cafe meet-cute? (♡)

stargazing and pretty boys - you see peter in a park at night, then find yourself joining him. (♡)

seven minutes - you and peter get shoved into a closet together, but it doesn’t go the way you thought it would. (✮♡○)

maybe with a missed chance - there is no one you love more than peter parker. it's too bad that there are people he loves more then you. (✮)

faults (dark!peter) - you liked peter, key word being liked.

baby jam older!peter x older!reader) - summary: in which you and peter welcome home a little girl. your little girl.

intellectual (frat!peter x bimbo!reader) - you overhear something you weren't supposed to, but it shouldn't have been said in the first place. in result, you can't help but wonder if peter wants something different.

promise (comfort!peter parker x hurt!reader) - the pain of the past is a tricky thing, even more so when it's traumatic.

cool (fem!reader x post-nwh!peter parker) - you find that a brown haired boy is always at the restraunt you work at, covered with cuts and bruises. you're curious, so what do you do?

updated 3.11.2024

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #peter parker #spiderman #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #fluff #angst #reader discretion advised #peter parker masterlist #my writing #fic writing #more coming soon

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helloheyhihowdyheya · 10 months

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Writer Q&A Tag

Thank you @reidslovely for the tag! Anyone who wants to join can <3

How many complete fics/oneshots do you have (that you have not published (yet))? I think zero!

How many WIPS do you have right now? Two. Including this long enemies to lovers with Peter that's kicking my butt lol

Do you take writing requests or write original ideas, or both? Mostly original ideas, but I'm not opposed to the occasional request!

How many fandoms do you write for? Three (Marvel, Stranger Things, and Top Gun: Maverick)

Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past, that you no longer write for? Not yet!

Do you write for ships, reader inserts, or other? Reader inserts

Niche fandoms/characters you write for? Lol Druig feels niche at this point. I've been wanting to write for Raymond Smith from The Gentlemen, which also feels a bit niche now

Do you read fics as well as write them? Yes. They inspired me to write in the first place!

What is your favorite genre (angst/fluff/whump/etc) to write for? Fluff maybe? I want to get better at angst though

What is your favorite trope (to read and/or write)? I'm a sucker for a good friends to lovers fic

What do you do to get motivated to write? Nothing. I wait for the motivation gods to bless me

Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write? Smut haha

Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested? Maybe The Gentlemen? Or Steve Harrington

How long have you been writing fanfiction? Just over a year now! (Thanks all)

Did you read fanfiction before you started writing? Lol well before. Started reading ten years ago

Do you only post on tumblr, or other sites as well? (feel free to promote). Just Tumblr

What do you personally consider the word counts of "drabbles", "oneshots" and "fics" (+other?)? I don't. I type and hope for the best

Which do you prefer to write more? Headcanons, Drabbles, Oneshots/Fics, Multi-Chapter Stories, or other? I enjoyed the long (20k words) fics I wrote but don't have the energy for them at the moment :/

Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why? It's not discontinued, but I've tried writing part 3 of Misattribution of Arousal and haven't gotten far. I don't know enough about frat boys lol

What is one of your main "pet-peeves" as a writer on tumblr? Reader inserts that aren't inclusive!! Please let me know if I write anything that feels exclusive to you as the reader

Do you write at a particular time of day? At night mostly. I think the deadline of having to go to bed motivates me

Do you listen to music, ambiance/noise, etc. to write, or do you need silence? I need music of some sort. Some random playlists on YT work

Do you outline your fics at all before writing? If they're long, then yes. If they're easy one shots, I just write until a story really develops

Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day? I try to schedule in the evenings on weekends -- prime time baby

#tag game

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webslingingslasher · 10 months

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ok but what if some girl would be saying that she slept with frat!peter after some party (where he was with trouble) and stuff like "oh yeah he had me calling him daddy and he's totally not a boob guy" and trouble overhears her and goes to peter with "you would not believe what i have just heard" and joking that maybe she has magic tits or something

you weren't listening.

minding your own business, pouring liquor into plastic cups, and cracking a can of sprite for a mixer; a group of friends crowded behind you. not listening, but certain words poked out more than others.

"he's fucking jacked by the way, it's like when i hooked up with parker."

your blood ran cold, frozen in place you were straining your hearing for each word to follow, if she didn't add more context you'd be shaking peter by his shirt.

a friend gasps, "you did? when?"

oh, not old news?

yeah, when did she?

flashing your eyes to peter, he's talking to someone and not paying attention. you'll kill him.

"like, around the start of the school year?"

oh thank god, he's in the clear.

"okay, well... spill!"

you can't walk away, your feet are glued to the vinyl floor. maybe, you just want to know if peter's telling the truth when he says you're different than the rest.

"ass man all the way, insisted on doggy. big dick, strong game, threw me around a little, had me calling him daddy and everything. not very affectionate though, i don't think he kissed me, actually. and not a lick of a cuddle after, threw my dress at me and said 'need an uber?' but, hey, i'd still do it again."

another friend cackles, "too bad, nate begged him to do a double date and parker immediately shut it down and said, and i quote, 'no. i have a girlfriend. she doesn't want me dating other girls.' kinda sweet if you ask me."

your heart soars, this is the first time he's ever referred to you as his girlfriend. not that you were, at least not officially, but it's easier to explain than what you actually were, and you had no idea what you were. you assume he doesn't either.

their conversation falls into something else, making you feel confident in moving away from the counter with a full cup in each hand, walking straight to the most interesting man of the night.

peter perking up instantly, leaving his friend with a fist bump, meeting you halfway.

"hi trouble, i missed you." a warm kiss placed on your cheek, you can't help the grin while handing him his drink, "hi handsome, i got a question..." you trail your words off and shift your back against his chest so he'd have a clear view of who you're pointing at.

"see that group of friends, do you know anyone there?"

he barely gives them a look over, one harm slung over your waist, he presses a kiss to your shoulder, "no, don't think so."

nudging him, "no, really. look." a sigh, "looking, no one looks familiar." the back of your head hits his chest, "peter, c'mon. please don't tell me you're one of those guys."

"i don't know what you mean! are you testing me or something?"

turning in his hold, a small pout hangs. "you hooked up with one of them. tell me which one and you earn two brownie points."

that changes things, because now peter knows what the mission is and how to identify previous suitors. mind ticking and eyes running over each body in a different way. watching him analyze is interesting. You wonder what he looks for in a hookup.

"the one in the middle. i'm sure of it, but i can't remember her name. I think it started with an 's' or 'v' maybe 'l'?"

"It's whitney," peter cheers his cup on your shoulder, "oh yeah, that's right."

you spin in his grasp, "liar. i made that up." peter pulls you closer, "you're just so convincing, trouble. call me gullible."

humming, you press a kiss to his chin, "she was talking about you, wanna hear?"

"this feels like a trap, i don't like this idea."

"oh, you should. i heard all about you in bed, and how you told nate i was your girlfriend." peter shakes his head, "i think you've been hitting the sauce hard tonight and you're making things up."

shaking your head like a toddler, "nope, i heard the truth about daddy." peter's head is thrown back with a groan, "alright, wow, we're really doing this. what else did you hear?"

"that you're an ass man, and," you sway on your feet and pretend to twirl a stand of hair, a nasally sarcastic tone rips, "you're like so, super fucking jacked. like, seriously so sexy. ugh! with a big dick too!"

peter presses a kiss to your cheek, "thank you for the compliments, baby." another kiss, the corner of your mouth, "even if you're sarcastic." a delicate kiss to your lips, "and a little wrong."

"which part was wrong? she's right, you've got a fucking wrench."

your cup is pulled from your hand, "alright, it's done. we're done."

a whine, "no! c'mon, please, daddy?"

"i'll silence you and you won't like it."

"will it be with your monster coc-"

a hand is slapped over your mouth, "i'll kill you, and won't have a problem with it."

#peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #tasm!peter x reader #frat!peter drabbles #my writing

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sincericida · 7 months

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I have this story in my head about frat peter who has a best friend since 6th grade she's seen him through every thing his nerdy phase his if I talk to girls I'll faint phase and now his im going to fuck every girl in my vicinity because I can phase and since joining the frat peter has become douchey and more of an asshole she's tried to accommodate his new found personality and try to move forward with their friendship and since he's her only friend in college (they applied to colleges together specifically so they could be there for each other) she hangs around the frat house all the time and while some of Peter's brothers don't mind her and actually like hanging around her some are mad because peter won't let anyone sleep with her but he also won't date her so she's technically not off limits and one day she hears an annoyed frat bro say that he doesn't understand why peter keeps her around cause he won't date her but their friendship is not strong enough anymore to justify her hanging around all the time.This makes her finally realise how peter has been treating her so poorly and not valuing their friendship and then.....starts dating around and making new friends

What do you think happens next ?

Hey anon! Thank you for asking, dear!

I think from there, there has to be a lot of anguish. She will come to his senses, suffer for it, but will seek a life without frat!Peter, have other friendships, kiss other lips... even though frat!Peter is deep in your heart. When one day, frat!Peter notices that she is no longer at her full disposal, that she has a life without him, and that others enjoy her company (and her lips too), frat!Peter will finally come to his senses, seeing the great sucker he was being, how important she is in his life, that the possibility of losing her is real, and how much it hurts in his heart to see her slip through his fingers. There will be a lot of deadlock and suffering (his), because she it will not make things easier, since she no longer believes in him. He’ll have to fight for her, show him that the feeling is mutual, that it’s real.

Any beautiful and talented Tumblr writer reading this, please help us!

#any talented tumblr writer reading this please help us!#frat!peter #writers #writers of tumblr #tasm peter parker #andrew garfield #this is so amazing anon #ask box #ask anon #ask response #answered questions #answered #peter parker #spider man #the amazing spider man #drabbles #writing ideas #fanfic prompts #sincericida

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starkerforlife6969 · 5 years

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Starker - Panty Raid

For the amazing prompt

I just learned that panty raids were a thing, and idk how you feel about it, but imagine Tony being forced to do a panty raid as an initiation for his fraternity. So tony, keeping up his playboy appearances, sneaks into the omega dorms. And he sees sweet innocent peter who is so alarmed by the alphas raiding their dorm tony can’t help but comfort him.

TW: a/o dyamics, sneaking into someone’s room, general not amazing Alpha behaviour (not Tony though, our boy is a saint)

“You’re not serious?”

A red thong hits him in the face and Tony sighs.

Okay, so they are serious. He pulls the offending lingerie off from where it’s caught on his ear, and flings it back towards Quinten and the shit-eating grin on his face. “You want us to do an actual ‘panty raid’? Have I slipped back into the 80s?”

“Shut it, Stark,” Beck warns, waggling a finger like the college freshman are eleven, not eighteen. “This is a tradition. You wanna be part of this frat? This is what we do instead of hazing. A little ritual. Every alpha who becomes a member, has to sneak into the omega sorority and steal a pair of panties.” Beck shrugs, “if you don’t wanna join, you don’t have to do it.”

Some of the other pledges look nervous. Some of the others look excited. Tony sneers at the latter. He shrugs, and turns for the door. “I’m not gonna risk sexual harassment on my record.” He informs the older boy primly. “There are other fraternities, ones that aren’t so perverse.”

“Sure,” Beck drawls, letting him leave, “some alphas just aren’t strong enough.”

Tony snorts, rolling his eyes. “Oh sure, reverse psychology, that’ll work.”

The Omega sorority is nestled right in the heart of campus, where the most regular patrols and heaviest security go by. It’s bullshit tradition, because omegas aren’t really in danger from most Alphas- except ones like Beck and their bullshit fraternity traditions.

Tony bets Beck didn’t get laid until college. Bets he only made up the stupid rule so he could get close to an omega without them rejecting him.

It feels dirty. And not just because they’re literally crawling through the mud to get through the hole in the white-picket fence that surrounds the sorority grounds, but because stealing things from Omegas, breaking into their private accommodation, is slimy and Tony is suave and sophisticated and charismatic.

He is not slimy.

“Do you think-” Clint pants from next to him, elbow deep in the rose bed they’re clambering out of, “-they’ll keep their toys near their underwear? Beck says if we can bring back a knotting dildo, we get extra points.”

Tony cuffs him hard on the back of the head.

“Hey!” Clint whines.

“Have some class.” Tony snaps, helping the other boy up as they finally make it to the back entrance. “Omegas are sweethearts. They’re not just fuckin’ sex objects like in the porn you jerk it to, capiche?”

Clint looks abashed. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry.”

Tony sighs.

It’s easy enough to pop the lock exactly how Beck told them. It’s clearly been done many times before.

The ten of them shuffle in, and they all fan out towards the different rooms.

Tony heads for the one nearer the huge window, for an easy escape.

The door is covered with motivational posters, and sharp silhouettes of ballet dancers and a white board that says Drop in anytime!!! :)

It’s fucking cute.

Tony tries the door, and sure enough, like most of the doors- it’s open.

It’s warm and dark as he slips inside, shutting it quietly behind him.

There are two beds, one on either side, but only one is occupied. A sleeping figure, thankfully facing the wall, breathes softly. Tony can’t make out anything but a mop of curls that spill across the silk pillows in the moonlight.

He pads towards the chest of drawers, feeling stupid and reckless.

It smells divine in here. Decorated in gentle tones of pink and warm brown, it’s incredibly tidy, and there are piles of organised notes on the desk.

He eases the top drawer open, and sure enough- there are neatly stacked lace panties.

He grabs one. It’s soft as anything against his fingers, and he hastily crams it into his pocket when-

There’s a whimper, and Tony whirls around to see the most beautiful omega in the world, knees drawn up to his chest, staring at him with huge eyes; cast silver in the light.

“Please-” the omega chokes out, sounding tiny, pressing himself further into the wall, “please don’t- I don’t- Help! Help!” He screams at the top of his voice, and Tony jumps in fright, startling, and he hurries towards the boy, hands up in surrender.

“Hey! Hey, it’s okay-” he soothes, his own voice tinged with desperation, as the boy keeps wailing, scrambling against the blankets in his haste to get away- he ends up tripping, falling out of the bed, his ankle catches in the sheets, and he knocks his head hard against the bedside table.

Then he starts to cry.

Tony curses, worry welling up, and he flicks on the lamp, and crouches down, scooping the little omega into his arms.

“Shit, shit, I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispers, laying the boy on the bed. He brushes his fingers through those curls, and winces as he sees the small red mark start to appear on his forehead. “Oh god, oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

In the gold light of the lamp, the omega is all milk skin and pretty pink nightclothes, and crystal tears on his cheeks.

Tony feels like such a shit.

“W-what are you- d-doing in here?” The omega sniffles.

“It’s a stupid hazing thing, we had to- steal some of your-” he cringes, “-underwear, it’s- it’s awful. It wasn’t my idea, I swear I was against it.”

The omega blinks slowly, before his eyebrows furrow together. “It’s all just a hazing thing?” He clarifies quietly, and Tony nods.

“Yeah, I’m- I’m really sorry. Can I get you something? Do you need- water? Or…”

“I have a bottle, over there,” the omega murmurs, pointing to his desk, and Tony almost trips over his feet in his haste to get it.

The omega half smiles. “I’m Peter,” he says, and Tony stands by the edge of the bed, grinning tiredly.

“Nice to meet you, Peter, I’m Tony. I’m- I’m really sorry I scared you, I really wasn’t- I wasn’t gonna hurt you.”

“I know that now.” Peter whispers, sipping some water. “I just- when I was in highschool some of the Alphas snuck into the omega changing room one time, and they-” tears sparkle anew, and Tony sits on the edge of the bed, clutching Peter’s hand, “-they were so mean. Started saying just- just horrible stuff about me an-and my friends, like we were- just things, and not-not even people.”

Tony closes his eyes, pain blossoming hard. “Jesus,” he mutters, rubbing at his face. “I’m- I’m so fucking sorry, peter, I- I should have stopped them, I-...I’m sorry.”

How could someone do that? How could someone hurt such a beautiful omega? An omega so sweet? So gentle?

“It’s okay,” Peter whispers, and when Tony opens his eyes, those huge honey ones are looking at him- thoughtful and kind. “My roommate’s away this weekend, so you’re lucky. She’s got a mean right hook.”

Tony snorts, “I think I’m pretty lucky anyway. Of all the rooms, I picked yours. Don’t think I’ve ever seen such a beautiful omega.”

Peter blushes hard, cheeks a deep, gorgeous crimson.

Tony reaches over and thumbs the red mark from where Peter’s hit his head and sighs. “I’m so sorry.”

“You said that already,” the smaller boy points out, voice soft, and Tony wants to lean in. Wants to kiss him. “Did you get any?”

“Any what?”

“Of my underwear.”

“Oh.” Tony blushes, “uh- yeah.” He sticks his hand in his pocket and presents the panties. A little crumpled.

Peter smiles, before rolling out of bed. “Those aren’t going to win you anything.” He says, and Tony watches as the boy kneels down and opens the bottom drawer of the cabinet. “These are what will.”

Tony catches the beaded thong with a slack-jaw. The pearls and white lace are fucking sublime. “You don’t have to-”

“I know,” the omega waves him off, “but I think you’re sweet.”

“I’m sweet?” Tony laughs, shaking his head, “you’re sweet.”

He wants to ask for his number, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t think it would be appropriate.

So instead, he slips out into the corridor. It’s deserted, and by the time he gets back to the frat, he sees all the other alphas there too.

“Holy shit!” Clint yells when he sees him, “how’d you make it out of there? We all bailed when we heard some omega screaming!”

Peter. Tony thinks with a frown, before looking around and realising that all of the alphas look scared and- disappointed.

“You all fail.” Beck sighs, turning to Tony, “unless, Stark’s managed to wrangle a pair…?”

Tony feels the pearls in his pocket, and shakes his head. He doesn’t want anyone to see them. Doesn’t want anyone to render a person into an item of clothing to be leered at. “I don’t have anything. So your shitty frat doesn’t get any new pledges this year. And after I tell the Dean what you’ve been doing- I’m not sure it ever will.”

The look on Beck’s face is one Tony will savour.

***

It isn’t until a few months later, for a party at Tony’s new fraternity- that he sees Peter again.

Drawn to him like a siren, Tony moves through the sea of hazy dancing, until he’s close enough to reach down and kiss Peter’s cheek.

The omega looks up and smiles. “I hoped I’d find you here.”

Tony grins, heart in his throat, “yeah? I wanted to- to come and talk to you, but I thought you might not want anything to do with me.”

Peter threads their fingers together, and tiptoes on his heels to whisper into Tony’s ear: “I want you to take my panties again. With your teeth this time.”

And tugs him towards one of the bedrooms.

Clint will say he saw Tony drooling later, as he was led like a dog on a leash by an omega into a spare bedroom, and Tony won’t even deny it.

He’s too happy to care.

He has a date.

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ANOTHΣR SHΦT

Fratboy!Tom Holland | Tom x Reader

Chapters: | 1 | 2 |

Chapter 2

You wouldn’t say that you liked Mondays, but there was something refreshing about the start of a new week. The mad dash to get all of your work done on Sunday night often meant you hit a slump in the afternoon, so to cope with the post-weekend crash you’d created a routine that involved getting a large coffee from the campus coffee cart and finding a nice grassy spot in the quad to settle onto and get a start on your readings for the week. It was small, but it was something that helped get you through the day and gave you something to look forward to. This particular Monday was sunny, but a cool breeze would occasionally blow through and gently tug at your hair as you made your way around campus. You walked towards your usual spot at the base of one of the many trees in the quad and settled yourself against its thick trunk. Across the quad, a group of people were kicking around a soccer ball.

You took a sip of your coffee and pulled out your textbook and notebook and started reading, jotting down important things from the chapter as you read. You’d had 30 minutes of uninterrupted reading time when someone suddenly plopped down beside you.

“Hello Y/N,” grinned Tom, a slight sheen of sweat covering the copious amount of skin he was showing in his muscle shirt. “You didn’t text me, I was worried about you,” he said, taking a pull from his water bottle. As he tilted his head up, you got a clear view of his tight jawline.

“I’m sorry. I’m sure it’s kept you up at night,” you responded. “I thought you didn’t live on campus?”

“I don’t, I was just at the gym,” he said, pointing back at the large rec hall on campus. “I’d just finished when I saw you sitting here, figured I’d pop by and say hello.”

“Well, hello to you too,” You said simply, turning to look back at your book.

“What’re you reading?” He asked. You held up your book higher so he could read the cover, still staring intently at the paragraph you were reading. “Student’s Guide to Cognitive Neuroscience? Sounds hard.”

“Yeah, you really need to pay attention to what you’re reading to get it,” you respond pointedly.

“Oh come on Y/N, you can’t honestly tell me you’d rather read that than speak to me,” Tom laughed.

“Yes, I am honestly telling you that,” you said, mimicking his accent. “I need to read this, we have our first midterm soon.”

“Alright, alright,” Tom said, throwing his hands up in defeat, “I’ll make this quick. Sig Ep’s hosting a fundraising event this weekend. We rented the pool for a night and are gonna put a bunch of inflatables in it and watch Titanic. Sound like something you’d be interested in?”

“So that’s why you came over,” you said, barely managing to refrain from rolling your eyes “You haven’t sold enough tickets yet and need a few more people to come or you’ll get fined. That’s how that works, right?”

“Sweetheart if you don’t think I could sell ten tickets then you don’t know me,” he smirked.

“I don’t know you,” you pointed out. “I met you like, two days ago.”

“Fair enough,” Tom laughed “let’s change that though. Don’t worry about buying a ticket, I’ll put your name on the list,” he said as he stood up and brushed the grass off his pants. “You have my number so if you’ve got any questions you can text me. Or call if you’d like to hear my voice more. I could give you tips for your impressions.”

“Wait I didn’t sa-“

“I’ll see you Friday!” He said before heading off, a smug smile plastered to his face.

“Why are boys such idiots?” You asked as you tossed your backpack at the foot of your bed. After your encounter with Tom, you couldn’t focus on your reading so you retreated back to your dorm.

“Because they’re boys,” Amanda said simply. She laid in her bed with her laptop on her chest, watching Criminal Minds on Netflix. “You can’t expect a lot out of them. What happened?”

“This guy, Tom, he’s trying to drag me to the Sig Ep event this weekend. But it’s at the pool and-“

“Wait, Tom as in Sig Ep Tom?” Amanda asked, looking over at you. “Tom “look at me I’ve got perfect hair and a British accent” Tom?”

“I mean, yeah, I guess.” You said, suddenly uneasy. Did he have a reputation you hadn’t heard of? He was probably a serial dater. Going out with girls for a few weeks before leaving them for the next cutie in a crop top. He could be the type. “Why, is he-“

“Oh my God Tom Holland is trying to get you to go to Sink or Swim that’s fucking hilarious.” Amanda laughed before you could finish your question.

“It’s not funny!” You said exasperatedly “I talked to him for like, twenty minutes on Saturday and now he won’t leave me alone.”

“And you’re complaining? The guy’s gorgeous. And British!”

“He’s a Sig Ep, Amanda, you know I hate them. I only go to their parties because of you guys.”

“Honey, listen,” Amanda said, pausing her show and moving her laptop to the side so she could sit up and look you in the eye. “I’m not going to say you need to get over your dislike of Sig Eps. After what Daniel did it’s valid. But you need to make an exception for this guy.”

“Why should I? All he’s done is walk around like he’s the king of campus or something and try and flex his snarky attitude at me,” you say, rolling your eyes. “And I guess he called me an Uber on Saturday but that’s it.”

“Woah woah woah wait, Tom’s the guy from Saturday?” Amanda said, “Uh-uh, you don’t get to say he hasn’t done anything for you when he was literally willing to fight Daniel to defend you.”

“Oh my God, Amanda, he was not defending me!”

“He totally was!”

“Babes!” came a voice from your shared bathroom. You lived in a suite with 3 other girls, your two rooms split by a shared bathroom. You and Amanda were in one room, and Emily and Shannon were in the other. Standing in the doorway of the bathroom was Shannon, a patient smile on her face. “What’re you yelling about? I’m trying to study for my French quiz tomorrow.”

“Tom Holland was Y/N’s savior from Saturday!” Amanda blurted.

“No. Way,” Shannon said, a grin spreading over her face.

“Yeah, and he asked her to go to Sink or Swim!”

“What’d you say!” Shannon asked, taking a seat at your desk.

“I didn’t say anything, he didn’t ask me,” You said, pinching the bridge of your nose “Besides I thought it was just a movie screening. It’s not a couples thing or anything… is it?”

“I mean, no, it’s not a couples thing,” Amanda said, “But how many people do you really think these inflatables can fit?”

“I’m not going,” you said flatly “If there’s anything worse than being surrounded by Sig Eps, it’s being surrounded by Sig Eps in a pool.”

“You could sit in the bleachers. No need to get near the water,” Shannon offered.

“I’m not going,” you repeated, growing frustrated. Your roommates could see your growing tension and backed off. They began talking about their own plans for Sink or Swim before Shannon dismissed herself to go back to studying. Now that the seat was vacated, you sat at your desk and took out your textbook, struggling to pay attention to your reading.

“So, saw you talking to a girl today,” Harrison said, spreading some peanut butter on a slice of toast. “Who is she?”

“Just a girl I met at the party on Saturday,” Tom responded, grabbing a protein shake from the fridge. “I only spoke to her for like five minutes, are you stalking me or something?”

“I’m everywhere, mate, you should know this by now. What sorority she in?” Harrison asked.

“I don’t know. She’s friends with some Pi Phi’s apparently.” Tom said. He shook his protein shake and sat down at the frat house’s shared dining table.

Harrison walked over and leaned over the table on his elbows in front of Tom.

“Quit your bullshit, dickhead. Gimme more details,” he said as he took a bite of his toast without breaking eye contact.

“Are you two gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes again?” Jacob asked as he walked in on the scene.

“Tom’s fancying some girl and I wanna know more about her,” Harrison said.

“I don’t fancy her,” Tom said, rolling his eyes.

“You’re certainly making an effort with her,” Harrison said.

“Is it the girl from Saturday?” Jacob asked “Because she was cute,”

“Oh so you tell Jake about her but not me,” Harrison said, acting wounded.

“There’s nothing to tell! I’ve spoken to her like twice, it’s no big deal.”

“So you’re saying you haven’t stalked her Instagram yet?” Jacob asked.

“No, why would I?” Tom shrugged, downing the remainder of his protein shake.

“Because she might have swimsuit pictures on there,” Harrison said, waggling his eyebrows.

“Real mature,” Tom said, rolling his eyes. “I think she’s cute, alright? That’s all there is to that.”

“Is she coming to Sink or Swim?” Harrison asked.

“Hopefully. Bought her a ticket.” Tom shrugged again.

“You don’t usually invest in your hookups,” Jacob pointed out.

“It’s $5 that’s hardly an investment.”

“But it’s something,” Jacob countered.

“You guys are annoying, I’m going to my room.” Tom groaned, leaving the kitchen.

“Remember we have thin walls!” Harrison yelled after him.

Once he got to his room, Tom flopped on his bed and let out a deep breath. It had been a long day, and he still had a lot of homework to get done. Despite this he pulled out his phone and opened Instagram, typing in “Y/N”.

He smirked a little when he saw her profile picture and tapped it, his smirk vanishing when he saw your account was set to private. He was so used to people’s accounts being open and available, he checked to see if he didn’t accidentally try and view your finsta instead. But no, there was only the one private account under your name.

“Mysterious girl…” He mumbled, finally putting his phone down and heading over to his desk to do his work.

AN: I’m taking title suggestions for what to call this series! If you have any ideas you’d like to share I’d love to hear them ^^

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