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Just Friends? [t.h.]
Pairing: Jealous!Tom Holland x Reader
Request: @anon - Hi I love your writing! Could i request with Prompt 11 "We're more than friends and you know it" with Tom Holland x reader, maybe where she is unsure about what she and Tom are, so she start flirting with another boy to get Tom off her mind
Prompt: “We’re more than just friends and you know it.”
Summary: You and Tom have been close friends for years and nothing more. But, one day he sees you flirting with someone else and jealously starts to bubble over
Warnings: Angst, Tom being a bit oblivious, fluff
Words: 2,536
A/n: My requests are closed but I’m still finishing up a few in my ask lmao and I had some inspiration and time today so here we are!! I hope y’all like it!! Lemme know what y’all think!!
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“Well, don’t you two look adorable.” Harrison mocks you and Tom as he takes a seat in one of the open lawn chairs.
You and Tom are sitting side by side in your own chairs while your legs are draped over his. There’s a small campfire burning in front of you while the cool summer air brushes across your skin. Tom’s hands are rested on your shins, his right thumb rubbing up and done slowly, subconsciously.
“What?” Tom chuckles, looking to you before looking across the fire to Harrison.
“Just look adorable, is all.” There’s a smirk dancing across Harrison’s face that makes you glare at him.
He’s taunting the both of you and you know it. Somewhere, deep down inside you, you’ve always had this thing for Tom. Always and it has always been more than obvious. Between the stolen glances, platonic cuddling, the bushing of your hand against his when you hand something to him. The banter that’s absolutely you flirting with him but playing it off as just the banter between friends when it’s brought up. Harrison knows you like him, and this is a taunt.
“We’re just friends.” Tom rolls his eyes before reaching to the ground beside him and picking up an unopened package of marshmallows. “Want one?” He offers and you nod.
He always says you’re just friends and maybe there’s a part of you that’s just a little tired of it because he does all the same things you do. He even makes the move first. He’s always the one that asks if you wanna cuddle with him for movie nights. He’s the one that starts the banter. He’s the one who pulled your legs on top of his tonight. It’s almost always him that initiates it and he talks about how no other person has been good for you so far. If he doesn’t like you more than a friend -- which is fine -- maybe he should step back. But you say nothing.
You like the way his fingers feel against your legs and you like how his body keeps you warm even on the hottest of summer nights. There’s something about the way he looks at you that just makes you never want to say anything because what if he stops looking at you with those big brown eyes that make all other shades of brown boring? You like that you’re the person he calls when something good happens and when he just needs someone to talk to. He’s your best friend and you’re his. But that doesn’t make it easy sometimes.
“Yeah,” You clear your throat. “We’re friends.” Your eyes are locked with Harrison as if to be silently warning him to shut the hell up.
Tom flashes you an oblivious smile with your words while he leans over your legs, marshmallow on a metal poker stick, and starts roasting the marshmallow for you. It hurts a little but what more can you expect? You’ve never actually told him, or really anyone, how you feel about him. And you are just friends. You can’t very well expect him to deny being friends and expect something more. But that doesn’t erase any bit of the pain in your chest.
The rest of the night goes by with the normal activities of jokes with everyone, telling stories of past memories, and your stolen glances with Tom. It’s a normal night, just like any other. Everyone slowly makes their way inside, one by one as they get tired. You and Tom always go together and end up on the couch together. When you wake up, it’s always Tom making breakfast and it’s always your favorite. He always remembers your favorite things. It’s a gesture you’ve always loved and maybe it’s one of the countless reasons your heart beats for the boy with curly hair and pretty eyes. But there’s something pulling in the pit of your stomach this time. Because maybe you’re growing a bit tired of it.
Are you supposed to yearn for some boy, your best friend, with no hope of something more coming from it for the rest of your life? That would just be lonely. You want, at some point, to settle down with someone you’re in love with and maybe waiting for Tom isn’t going to cut it. It’s not really that you’ve done it on purpose. There have been others but nothing ever felt quite right with them. Didn’t feel like it always does with Tom. And maybe that’s because you’re so hung up on him that you have to let him go.
It’s the next day and the group of you decided to go out for the night to one of your favorite bars, something the group of you do every so often. The night is going on as normal which includes plenty of flirting between you and Tom but nothing ever coming from it. There are a few comments here and there from Harrison and Harry but you ignore them. Instead, you spot a cute boy standing at the bar who’s been eyeing you all night and decide to say ‘fuck it’. You’re not going to wait for Tom forever to figure it out and you excuse yourself to go have a chat with him.
“Where’re ya goin’, darlin’?” Tom asks, eyes wide and doe-eyed, filled of innocence.
“To the bar.” Your answer is short but you keep a sweet smile. You’re definitely trying to making him jealous but you don’t want to make it seem like that.
“I’ll go with you--”
“No, no.” You shake your head. “You stay.” You give him a cheeky smile before turning on your heels and making your way to the bar.
Tom’s brows are furrowed as he watches you strut right over the guy that’s had his eye on you all night and Tom’s stomach just twists into knots. He thought it was a bit weird you didn’t want him to go with you or that you didn’t ask him to get you a drink and now he gets it. You wanted to talk to another guy. And he’s watching you give him the same giddy smile you always give him and the shade of green that screams envy curls around his bones.
“You okay, mate?” There’s a chuckle from the back of Harrison’s throat as he takes a drink from his glass, knowing exactly what’s going on.
“Yeah, yeah.” Tom snaps his neck in front of him, trying to conceal his own jealously. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Seem a bit…what’s the word, Haz?” Harry laughs, nudging Harrison with his shoulder. “Jealous?”
“I’m not jealous!” Tom’s nose scrunches but he’s such a bad liar. 
“Yeah, alright.” Harrison’s eyes roll with the raise of his brows. “Why d’ya keep glancing over there then?” Harrison’s eyes dart between the bar and Tom.
“And why do you look like you’re about to jump out of your seat?” Harry comments.
“Because!” Tom defends. “I thought there…” Tom trails off and he’s coming to realize that he’s always thought there was more to the so-called friendly banter.
Truthfully, right now, he can’t figure out why he never asked how you felt. Maybe it’s because he just always assumed you felt the same way. When you’d bring out going out with other people, you never really seemed serious about it. You’d say some flaw that they had and Tom would agree with you and point one out, too because he was clearly very oblivious and thought you were joking. But now, you’re over there with your hand on this random guy’s shoulder and he knows you weren’t joking. You haven’t brought up going on a date with someone else is so long and you two have grown so close that Tom kind of thought there was something more going on here.
“Hello?” Harry waves a hand in front of Tom’s face, breaking his stare from you and the random guy. “You were saying?” Harry asks when Tom’s attention is brought back to the table.
“I…” Tom stutters before swallowing his pride. “Well, I’ve thought there was something there!”
“You always say you’re friends?” Harrison questions, his eyes narrowed, a little annoyed at his ability to be jealous after preaching the just friends line for so long.
“Kind of just thought it wasn’t this….official thing!” Tom tries to defend himself.
“Right…” Harrison and Harry say at the same time, not fully believing what Tom is saying.
It’s true, as absurd as it sounds. The two of you spend almost every free moment with each other. You stay over with each other all the time and the countless amount of times Tom’s asked you to sleep with him in the most innocent sense of the phrase. There have been these tiny moments where you get a little too close getting up or sitting down or bumping into him where he almost thought you did it on purpose -- you did -- and he could have kissed you but he never did because it wasn’t ever something that was said and he’d never want to overstep your boundaries. It’s the moments for him where he brings you lunch on your lunch break or you bring him dinner after work, he’s there for you and you’re there for him. Yes, friends do that, but it just always felt like there was something more and he is so sure you felt the same way that now he’s getting up.
“What’re you doing?” Harrison’s voice is flat, almost dreading what’s going to come out of his mouth.
“Going over there.” Tom remarks as if Harrison should have known that.
“Is that such a good idea?” Harry asks.
“Yes?”
“Maybe you should just--”
“I’ll be back.” Tom cuts Harrison off before walking away.
“Well, this might as least be entertaining.” Harry states before turning to face where Tom is walking.
“Or humiliating for both of them.” Harrison groans but keeps watching as if waiting for the train wreck that is sure to ensue.
You catch a glimpse of Tom from the corner of your eye and your plan worked. To make him jealous because surely that’s the only reason he’s coming over here. Which, to be honest, you’re grateful for because this guy you are talking to is almost completely unbearable. He’s talking to you as if you’re a box of rocks which is only making you want to simultaneously bang your head against the bar and throw all of the drinks on him.
“Can I talk to you?” Tom asks but he keeps his voice level, not angry just flat.
“I’ll be back.” You give the douchey frat guy a sweet smile just to dig under Tom’s skin a little more.
“I’ll be waiting.” He states and you almost visibility cringe while Tom actually does give him the ‘what the fuck’ disgusted look before taking your hand in his.
You follow right behind Tom, his hand still holding yours, not forcibly or too hard, just enough to keep you behind him. On the way to the door, he spots Harrison and Harry, clearly on the edge of their seat and looking awfully deflated by the time the two of you get to the exit. Clearly, they wanted to witness how this was going to go down but Tom won’t give them the satisfaction.
“What’s up?” You ask, innocence in your eyes and your voice as you step outside.
“What’re you goin’ in there?” Tom asks, his voice a little harsher now.
“What do you mean?” You ask, the innocence falls a little in your voice, seeing Tom is now actually upset.
“Flirting with that guy.” Tom remarks, gesturing a hand toward the door.
“So?” You cross your arms. “What’s it matter?”
“Because, y/n.” Tom’s eyes widen and his posture is polar opposite to what you’re used to. He’s normally so confident but now he’s annoyed and seems a bit….hurt? Jealous isn’t the right word here because you can tell by the lack of light and fire in his eyes, it’s not jealously. Just hurt.
“Because isn’t exactly an answer, Tom.” You push, wanting him to give you an actual answer. You think you know where this is going because why else wouldn’t he want you to flirt with someone? Some random person? It’s a little hard to believe given how he’s pushed the friends thing but you’re not backing out of this now.
“Why do you think?” Tom challenges. “You think I just cuddle with anyone? I make sure I’m up a full hour before you so I could make your breakfast? A breakfast I practiced when you weren’t around to make sure I’d have it right?” Tom asks and you never knew he had to practice to make a breakfast for you. “I always make sure you get inside okay and text you every morning and night on the few days we aren’t actually together. Why do you think I spend all of my free time with you?”
Your face softens with his words but there’s still a bit of confusion left here. “You say we’re just friends.” If all of that is true, why wouldn’t he just say something? All of this could have been avoided had he just said something.
“We’re more than just friends and you know it.” His voice is stern as he takes a step towards you and that’s what you’ve been wanting to hear this whole time.
So, you step into him.
Your hands come to his face, cupping either side of his face while you bring his lips to yours. Tom’s brows furrow and his body stiffens but only for a second before he relaxes against your touch. His hands come up to the small of your back, pulling you completely up against him.
You pull away first. “Why didn’t you just say something?” There’s a soft and subtle smile starting to dance across your face.
He shakes his head. “Thought it was a bit obvious.”
“The just friends thing, Tom?” Your eyes narrow but the smile is evident now.
“Didn’t think you’d want a label, you never said anything.” Tom explains and his cheeks turn red at the idea that he could have said something all this time and he could have you be his.
“Well, let’s make it official this time.” You press a kiss to the tip of his nose and his hands tighten around you.
“Will you go on an official date with me?” Tom chuckles.
“Well, duh.” You give him a laugh before Tom slams his mouth against yours, you laughing against him. You pull away once more, earning a small whimper and a pouty face from Tom. “We should probably get back in there before Harrison and Harry think we’ve killed each other.”
Tom lets out a soft laugh, his eyes darting down and back up to you. “That mean we can pick this up later?” He asks with the wiggle of his brows.
“Definitely.” 
Tom presses a quick kiss to your lips before sliding his hand down to yours. “Alright, darlin’, let’s go then.” He nods his head towards the door, his fingers interlocked with yours and this time, it’s more than just friends.
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mischievous-thunder · 6 months
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nowayspidey · 5 months
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The beetle x The spider.
(Peter Parker x Male!Reader!blue beetle.)
Your ass was on fire. Literally. Burning sensation all over your back along with a throbbing pain that only intensified more and more as soon as you got to the room. Or better said; fell on the room, rolling on the cold floor. Chest rising and falling with no signs of stopping a frantic breathing. Or maybe because Peter let go of you to run and close all the windows in the apartment.
'What's all that sound?' A feminine voice followed Peter steps as he returned with a panicked expression to the room, standing next to you.
That's when you experienced one of the most embarrassing moments in front of your mother-in-law's figure. Peter had slipped the suit off his body, and you.... almost the same. Peter was in his boxers while your's were revealed on the part of your butt. You had gotten up and were on your back checking for injuries. Peter's hand hit your back, catching your attention.
"WHAT?!?!" You snapped angrily.
And yes, you were angry with him. But your anger had blinded you the fact that you were showing your ass to May Parker and Happy Hogan who were now standing at the door-room frame.
'What's going on....? (M/n)..? Can you-- can both of youput on some clothes right now and explain to us what's going on?'
'Yes. May.' Both of you said in unision.
'I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing that beetle embedded in your back (M/c).' Happy had an expression between disgust and curiosity.
'I know. It's unpleasant. But she's sensitive so let's try not to say it out loud.'
But nevertheless, you spoke again first.
'Peter decided to trust a complete stranger on the trip to Italy and NOW after trying to kill us, he revealed our identities!'
'(M/c)!' Peter hissed. He had heard your complaints since you boarded Happy's jet in that tulip field that day on the netherlands.
The two of you had a complicated "relationship."
'Just telling the truth.' You answered, almost eating him with your eyes as you remembered everything that happened in Italy and London.
You spat out the words like venom as you dressed in blue pajama pants and a Hello Kitty shirt you found in Peter's closet.
Helicopters surrounded the building. You ran to the living room in your Hello Kitty pajamas to find every news channel the revelation that Quentin Beck had recorded.
'This is bad. Really bad.' You murmured.
'This is a shithole.' The voice of the beetle responded.
'Yes it is.' You ran a hand through your hair.
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Authors note: i know i took a looong break from writing. But im better (mentally) now and back on trying to write more m/c fics!♡
This is a small series i have planned base on no way home movie x blue beetle movie!!! Also, If you want jaime reyes fics you can drop request at my box ;)
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they-bite · 1 month
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this is the only project i want tom holland’s name invoked for
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Boxing lessons | Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Summary: Tony asks Peter to gives you boxing lessons. Little did they know, you are not as defenseless as they thought 
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Word count: 0.9k
Request: Can you prompt #1 with MCU PeterxStark!reader.
** keep sending request with this list here the 100 different kisses prompt list here
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Peace and quiet was not something that could be found at the Compound. There was always someone disturbing your peace whether it was in the kitchen by begging you to make them a sandwich too or give them one of the cookies you just baked, the lounge by complaining about whatever was on TV or just talking while you were watching something, or the gym by insisting you get on the ring and learn some defense moves.
You had been running on the treadmill, doing your daily five miles in your corner, when your father bursted inside the gym and began insisting you get on the ring with Peter and learn some defense moves.
''I don't need to learn boxing, Dad. I’m not gonna become part of the Avengers. I already told you I wasn't interested. I prefer working in the labs.''
''I know. Which is why you’ve enrolled at MIT instead of putting on an iron suit. See these lessons as basic defense for women. You've been kidnapped once-''
''And I got myself out perfectly fine,'' you finished while maintaining your pace on the treadmill. ''Can I please finish my cardio workout in peace?''
He completely disregarded your question and pursued trying to prove his point. ''Because Peter got there and was able to distract the guy, giving you time to get yourself out.''
''I would’ve gotten myself out without Peter’s help too.''
It had been a close one, but, in your defense, you wouldn’t have been kidnapped if Tony would’ve let you stay home instead of taking you on the mission. Your first outing in an iron suit had not gone well.
''What will you do when you go to college? There will be no Peter or Steve or me or anyone to save you when some perverted weirdo approaches you at night.''
You decided to not point out how he only mentioned men as your ‘saviors’. You doubted he did it on purpose. Tony knew Natasha and Wanda were very strong Avengers too.
''One in five women in college experiences sexual assault. I don't want you to become one of them. You need to learn to defend yourself, Y/N. Get on the damn ring with Peter!'' Tony insisted.
As a very very protective dad, it was normal that he worried about your safety. Especially when you were going to leave the nest and move to a college dorm. You understood his motives. You had been by his side all your life and his only daughter for fifteen years. He just wanted to make sure you were going to be safe by yourself.
You sighed in annoyance and got off of the treadmill, giving in to your father's request. If this was all he needed to calm his protective-dad worries and sleep peacefully while you were away, you'll do it.
''Parker! Get over here!'' Tony’s voice echoed.
Peter abandoned whatever he was doing and got on the ring first, being closer to it than you. He helped you in, pulling at the ropes to let you slip in between. You thanked him for being such a gentleman, as always.
''I’m sorry. I was roped into this too,'' Peter said, rubbing the back of his neck in guilt. ''Mr. Stark told me you were in for the lessons, but that no one had time to teach you. As your boyfriend, I couldn’t say no.''
You shot your dad a glare, hating how he lied to Peter to get his way. True Tony Stark manipulation method.
You shook your head. ''It’s fine, Pete. Let’s get this over with.''
Peter nodded and put on a pair of gloves. There was sweat on his forehead and gym tank from training all afternoon, making you bite down your bottom lip. As much as you liked sweet and nerdy Peter, sweaty, working out Peter was hot.
If your father had not been there, you would’ve pulled him in for a make out session right here on this ring.
You put on the smaller gloves - for hand support and prevent injuries - while Peter’s eyes lowered down to your sports two-piece, watching how the tight spandex hugged your figure nicely. Sensing his eyes on you, you purposely lifted yours, seductively locking your eyes with Peter’s as you fastened the wrist closure. He was so easy to lure. You had him wrapped around your little finger.
After a few uncomfortable seconds, Tony cleared his throat and Peter snapped out of his staring.
''W-we'll start with some basic rules and moves because I don't want to hurt you,'' Peter began explaining. ''Rule number one: never take your eyes off your opone-''
Not letting him time to finish, you grabbed Peter's gloved fist, pulling him down with it. You then used his shoulder to spin on yourself and bring your thighs on top, bringing him down to the ring's floor with a loud thud. You used your knees to catch Peter's head and keep it locked between them.
You looked down at Peter. The look of surprise on his face was priceless. He did not expect you to knock him down like that. He did not expect you to knock him down at all.
''You might need to go over that rule of yours. I think you've forgotten.''
A proud grin broke on Tony's face, remembering how Natasha took down Happy a couple years ago with that same technique. ''That's my girl!'' he hollered.
You let go of Peter, but he remained on the floor, still in shock.
''I've been training with Nat,'' you explained with a grin, sitting next to him. ''She taught me how to use my appearance as a weapon. She taught me to feign innocence and drop people's guard - especially men's. Men are so easy to trick. That's how the black widows - the spiders - attract and kill their mates.''
''Wow. That was so hot,'' Peter stuttered out. ''Can we do it again?''
You stood and looked down at Peter. ''Come over here and make me,'' you challenged.
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fleursbae · 11 months
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midnights prompt list!
i've decided to make another prompt list based off my favorite songs from midnights, taylor swift’s álbum that came out last year, you can request any of these prompts via the ask button!
gentle reminder that i’m currently writing for: daniel ricciardo, charles leclerc, george russell, lewis hamilton and others! please check my guidelines before submitting.
lavender haze — talk your talk and go viral, i just need this love spiral
maroon — and i lost you, the one i was dancing with in new york
anti-hero — i wake up screaming from dreaming one day i'll watch as you're leaving ‘cause you got tired of my scheming
snow on the beach — i can’t speak afraid to jinx it
midnight rain — i guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted, just what we wanted and he never thinks of me
question…? — can i ask you a question? did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room?
labyrinth — uh oh, i’m falling in love. oh no, i'm falling in love again
karma — karma is the guy on the screen coming straight home to me
sweet nothing — all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing
mastermind — what if i you none of it was accidental and the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me?
the great war — that was the night i nearly lost you, i really thought i lost you
paris — romance is not dead if you keep it just yours
high infidelity — do you really want to know where i was april 29th?
that’s it everyone! please, submit your prompt with the one person you would like! also, please let me know if you guys would like a prompt list based off speak now (since taylor’s version is coming in july!)
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littlemissomega · 1 year
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Key: ♤= smut | ♡=fluff | ◇= dark ^=personal favorites | *=top/most likes
[Last updated: 10/01/2023
HoneyMoon Hell ♤♡
Sensory processing disorder reader! x Tom Holland
Summary: Morning wake up call gone wrong
Warnings: smut, sensory meltdown, aftercare, Tom being a perfect hubby
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Big Girl Thoughts ♤*
mommy!wanda maximoff x reader
Summary: Wanda just can't get enough of her baby
Warnings: Overstimulation, smut, mommy kink, Wanda being condesending, degrading
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How Would They Know? ♤♡
mommy!natasha romanoff x reader
Summary: Y/N and Natasha go out for dinner, but Natasha has an idea to mix it up
Warnings: overstimulation, mommy kink, public sex, bathroom sex, pet names, degrading, aftercare, etc
Word Count: 3405
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Series: Meeting the Coworkers ♤♡^
Steve Rogers x Y/N x peter parker , wanda maximoff x bucky barnes x natasha romanoff
Summary: Steve has been transparent about his polyamorous relationship with some of his Coworkers since he started dating Y/N, but she was never interested. Until she became curious with that part of Steve's life and asks to meet the gang, but just one at a time. Things get heated and Y/N discovers a whole new side of herself
Part 1: Meeting Peter Parker
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Dios Mio♤♡
peter parker x tony stark's daughter!reader
Summary: Peter and Y/N get caught in the act by her dad- Tony Stark
Warnings: smut, oral (f recieving) orgasum denial if you squint, Tony Stark being an overprotective dad, getting caught in the act, embarrassment, mention of getting pregnant, mention of marriage,
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Cravings ♤♡
Natasha romanoff x pregnant! reader
Summary: natashas 's wife wakes up with intense pregnancy cravings
Warnings: smut, mommy kink, pregnancy, pregnancy cravings, strap on, hypersensitive, nipple play, aftercare, pet names, Russian pet names
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Viral ♤
Pornstar!Natasha romanoff x influencer!reader
Summary: Y/N's followers dare her to call Natasha 'Mommy' on camera
Warnings: SMUT, 18+, strap used, overstimulation, Mommy kink, video sex, live stream sex, cussing, pet names (bunny, luv, luvie, baby, babygirl, etc), praise kink, degradation kink, Y/N says “it hurt” (nothing is physically hurting her tho), bad writing
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Principessa ◇♤
dark!mafia!bucky barnes x innocent!reader
Warnings: smut, non con, kidnapping, mafia leader Bucky, housewife kink, degrading kink, non consensual use of a vibrator, overstimulation, bondage, crying, innocence kink, squirting, virgin reader, Bucky’s kinda sick but it’s also kinda hot 👀
Summary: Y/N's trip to Italy turns dark
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Conflict of Interest ♤
dom!Natasha x needy!reader
Warnings: edging, overstimulation, Y/N falls deep into subspace, praise kink, use of a vibrator, Y/N’s insecure thoughts, use of a strap, allusion to aftercare, but not actually written
Summary: Y/N is very needy while Natasha is working
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Malyshka♤^
alpha!Wanda x omega!reader
Summary: Y/N joins the Avengers thinking she’ll be able to hide being an omega. Wanda bursts her bubble.
Warnings: smut, overstimulation, mating, biting, penetration, omega heat, fingering, knotting, pet names (malyshka, baby, luv, luvie), Bucky’s an asshole, a kinda maybe spark better Bucky (I can’t write fight scene without banter), scenting, scent blockers
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Hungry ♤♡
alpha!Rhyand x omega!reader
Summary: Rhysand finds a way to make his mate eat during her heat
Warnings: smut, cockwarming, teasing, mating, reader not wanting to eat but Rhys convincing her too, bargaining, heat and rut, overstimulation, mention of biting/marking, breeding kink, pet names (Alpha, Omega, little dove, baby), wing play/stimulation, food play if you squint, bad writing, not proof read
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Chronically ill Reader:
I'm Here ♡
steve rogers x endometriosis!reader
Summary: Steve Roger's girlfriend has endometriosis and gets her period
Warnings: chronic pain, reader has endometriosis which causes extremely painful periods, reader gets her period, throwing up, crying, little suggestive but not really (Y/N thinks Steve is gonna do something sexual for a second, but he doesn't)
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How Low Can You Go? ♡
Diabetic!reader x Stucky
Summary: reader’s blood sugar drops in the middle of the night
Warnings: Dangerously low blood sugar, low blood sugar symptoms (head racing, shaky, brain fog), crying, blood, mention of glucose tablets (which is kinda a medication? It helps get your blood sugar up), orange juice, fluff, pet names (Ladybug, princess, sweetie, honey, etc)
Short and sweet enough to give your hyperglycemia (high blood sugar)
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hollandsangel · 1 year
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Oh my goodness, Tom and #22 from the fluff prompts. I’m always so cold!! 💕
join the sleepover!
first ask of the sleepover!! here we go <3
#22 "your hands are colder than the one time i lost a bet and i had to stick my hand into the snow for five minutes."
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you feel you phone ding in your pocket but don’t bother to pull it out, drink tray and pizza box balanced in your hand as you rush down the street. it’s rainy in kingston, has been all weekend and you’re worried the downpour will soak through your laptop bag.
you feel the buzz in your coat one more time, but it’s overpowered the shiver that crawls up your spine. you can finally see the house come into view and the relief that floods you nearly mimics warmth. it’s shortlived though, as you remember you’ll have to dig through your tote for your keys. you silently curse yourself for your sheer number of bags and unfree hands.
the steps have darkend from the rain pelting at the concrete and your sneakers have soaked through just a tad, leaving your soaks just damp enough to be uncomfortable. the porch light is on, and you can’t remember if you left it on before you left or if maybe tom’s home now and flicked it on for you. a quick try of the door proves your boyfriend is still out, and you think he was probably the reason for you phone buzzing earlier.
it’s a balancing game as you search for the house keys, finally finding them in the pocket of your hoodie under your buttoned up jacket, pizza box teetering on the hand rail and drink tray precariously held in your shaking hand when the key ultimately makes it into the lock.
the house is warm upone entry, and you try your hardest to shrug off all your layers as quickly as possible, rubbing your hands together in hopes of regaining feelings in your fingers. once the food has made it onto the counter and you’d gotten into new socks (and a pair of tom’s sweats) you check you phone. 
are you still grabbing food? i’ve got haz and the twins now i can come pick you up
tuwaine said he’d meet us at the house
are you walking? it’s bloody cold
you laugh a bit at the inconvenient timing because you would have really loved a ride. just as you go to try and respond, you hear familiar voices outside, arguing over something through laughter.
“when was the last time you bought an umbrella?”
 it’s tom, he’s the first to walk through the door, followed by sam who counters back with, “yeah, har, i don’t think i’ve ever seen you with one.”
when you turn to greet them, you catch a glimpse of harry’s frizzy hair and unimpressed pout, clearly annoyed with his brothers, “i don’t wanna talk about this anymore,” he huffs, closing the door with a hearty shove. harrison just snickers and musses up harry’s hair a bit more.
“darling!” tom disregards his younger brother, shoes coming off and halfharzardly left on the mat by the door as he waltzes into the kitchen and kisses your cheek, “you didn’t answer my texts, you just get home?” he asks, peering over his shoulder at you while taking everyone’s drinks from the tray.
“yeah, i just walked, my hands were super full,” you explain, smiling as he passes you your hot chocolate, “besides, i think my hands were too frozen to type,” you mumble, bringing the cup to blow on the steaming liquid.
tom sets his own cup down and reaches for your hands, frowning when englufs them in his own, "your hands are colder than the one time i lost a bet and had to stick my hand into the snow for five minutes."
“yeah, i still can’t believe they let you back into canada after that trip,” you tease back, grinning as he kisses your knuckles.
harrison chuckles over the rim of his drink, staring down at his phone, “i don’t think we’ll ever be allowed back in that bar.”
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lnfours · 6 months
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tom’s-gf’s 10k celebration
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hi my loves!! first off, thank you so so much for 10k followers. seriously, what the fuck?? i love you all so much. so, to celebrate hitting 10k followers, i decided to throw a little celebration!
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pbnjparker · 2 years
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cuddles | t. holland
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an: just a cute fluffy short blurb w tom <3 love u guys sm and again after 295023 times im so sorry for lagging :( ive got two more weeks left of my term and only get to rest for one week before going into my summer term! 
pairing: tom holland x fem!reader
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“You look extremely adorable right now,” Tom said lighting tapping your nose, “It’s hard to lay here, in your arms and not want to kiss you.” 
You smiled and move closer to him, “I won't say not to any kisses.” You mumbled, “I’m sure you wouldn’t.” He laughed, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. 
“I’m so lucky that I get to have you in my life,” You smiled, “I really don’t know where or who I'd be if I never met you.” 
Tom rubbed your back soothingly, “I love you,” He said pressing another kiss on your forehead, “I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for us.” 
Before you know it, Tom had already fallen asleep and you felt yourself falling asleep too. You pressed a small kiss on Tom’s cheek, “Good night sweet angel.” You whispered, “Good night love.” He said before pulling you in closer to him. 
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believeinstarker · 8 months
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starker public sex. thats the whole prompt
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jasntodds · 1 year
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Summary:
Pairing: Bartender!Tom Holland x Reader
You want a relationship and Tom wants to find his “one person.” The want to not be lonely left you both going on a string of bad dates. And you both had your usual spots you would go to sulk about it but, as a coincidence would have it, your spots are closed on the same night leading you both to same exact diner. And as another coincidence would have it, your server serves you each other’s meals, leading the two of you to meet.
Not a soulmate AU but inspired but the red string of fate theory.
Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of getting cheated on previously, alcohol use, there’s blood in like one chapter (I can’t help it)
A/N: I said I thought about this fic for over a year and here we are lmao decided to finally write it. I haven’t been this excited or happy with a series since Forever so I hope you guys enjoy it as much I do!! 
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Chapters:
Chapter 1 - Coincidences Chapter 2 - Date One Chapter 3 - The Setup Chapter 4 - Atlas (coming Nov. 25) Chapter 5 - Date Two Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 Chapter 9 - Petrichor  Chapter 10 - Oh, There’s The Trauma Chapter 11 Chapter 12 
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I don’t know Tom personally nor I own him. What’s written is just fiction and should be thought of as such. I’m essentially using him as a nameclaim and faceclaim. I’m creating a character and just using his name and features for details. I do not directly associate Tom with any ideas used in my writing. It’s used for entertainment and fictional purposes only. I do not directly associate the actions, activities, or emotions with Tom himself. He is being used here as a character should be thought of such.
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winterspiderpurrs · 1 year
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"Sir, as per your protocol, I am to inform you that Peter is in great emotional distress. He is not in physical distress, I will keep a watch on his vitals"
Tony set his coffee cup down from where he stood in the kitchen with Steve, Bucky and Rhodey. He clears his throat " Thanks Friday, do you know what cause it with out invading his privacy"
" He recieved a phone call and an email from Mr. Osborn's solicitor and lawyers."
He made a face, raising his hand up wipe down his face. Its been a few months since the late Harry Osborn had passed away. He had finally succumb to his mysterious genetic illness. Tony didn't know all of the details but he knows that Harry and Peter were close. The final weeks before Harry passed Peter was at his bedside. The death of his friend devastated the young man. He looked over at Rhodey and then back at Steve and Bucky who both had a solemn look on their faces.
" Let the kid know if he needs anything to let me know. "
" Of course. Peter has informed me he will be in need of Ms. Potts and her publicity skills and possibly the team of lawyers you have on hand. "
" What.... Friday. Once Peter is well enough tell him to come talk. Whatever he needs he can have. But i will need to know whats going on"
" Peter has permissioned the access to his email for your review. A copy has already been sent to Ms. Potts"
Tony turns around and projected the email up in the air in a hologram. Everyone gathered close as they read the email. The shocked look on all there faces, Steve reaching out to hold Bucky's hand as his eyes filled with tears.
" Hey Pete,
If your reading this it means I finally kicked the bucket and the vultures at the company can't legally get away with what they want. And I'm sorry Peter. I wish we had more time and I could prepare you for this, it feels like only a few weeks ago instead of the last couple of years to when we reconnect. I was an ass. And your a mess Peter Parker, but you are my best friend. We have known each other for so long and no matter what we have gone through you stayed my friend even when I didn't deserve it. Your a good person, no fashion sense and those jokes? Horrible. But that makes you, you.
And before you say you dont deserve anything and this was never what you had in mind. Just listen to me for once. You deserve to live the life you deserve. I know I pissed off a lot of people with my will. But Peter if anyone deserves to run Oscorp, its you. Father always liked you, even after everything, he always wanted you helping the company. Even if you decide to sale it, I trust you will do good things, life changing things. I know money doesn't mean anything to you but you will finally be able to get new clothes that are NOT from a thrift shop cause thats just gross Pete.
And yes, you are entitled to this. When the accords happened, I told you I didn't trust Stark as far as I could throw him. He has done good by you now but in the beginning I was the one making sure you were safe. I promised you on your 18th birthday that I would always take care of you. And even though I'm not there. This is me fulfilling that promise.
And I'm sorry you are finding out this way. And I promise I would have fixed it if the time came but until then. Maybe it was me being selfish.
I never signed the papers of the annulment. I paid the judge off. We are still legally married.
Peter Benjamin Parker. I've been in love with you since we were 11. Took me a while to realize that I was jealous of your loving family, your smarts, how you didn't care about my money. I know I was being selfish when you turned 18 and would of needed to sign the accords. Nothing Stark could of done could of protected you. And when I realized this is when I could marry you? I jumped at the chance. My family had the money to protect you in a way Stark couldn't since he had no claims on you legally.
You made me the happiest I have every been when you agreed. We had a great few months together before Father found out and I pulled off the greatest fuck you ever to the family legacy. I know I had to tell you we had to separate. And I knew that it broke your heart but you were so worried about how the public would view me, the company that you signed and told me we could go back to being friends.
I'm glad for the time we had together. Even after we reconnect later, I had no hope of rekindling what we had before. My clock was ticking and I didn't want to hurt you even further. But I guess you were going to be hurt no matter what.
Peter Benjamin Parker you deserve all the love and happiness in the world. I'm glad I got to experience what it means to be loved by you "
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hangmanslvrgirl · 1 year
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is it better to speak or to die?
black!fem!reader x college!peter parker
warnings: fluff, idiots in love, not proof read at all 🫶🏾
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“is it better to speak or to die?” you ask your friend peter during one of your all might revision sessions in the library. he drops his pen and turns to you so you copy him and do the same thing, knees knocking together like two little kids with no sense of personal space but peter doesn’t mind and neither do you.
“depends. what does either choice mean for me?” he replies thoughtfully.
“if you speak then you risk rejection but there is a chance that your words will be spoke and understood, if you die then your words die inside you and with you, i guess you never really know what could’ve been.” you don’t mean to get so philosophical but peter parker had been on your damned mind for the past few years that you had known him, you met him in your first year of college and you’d been trapped by him ever since.
“what’s that saying? you miss one hundred percent of the shots you don’t take. i’d rather speak, i’d like to live knowing that i spoke my mind whether i was rejected or heard.” you nod along to his words but you can barely focus with peter absentmindedly drawing shapes on your leg. “and you? what would you choose?”
he keeps up with his drawings on your leg but he’s keeping eye contact with those very eyes that you love. “i’m not sure.” you murmur, “people tell me to speak but i’m scared that i’ll die, doesn’t matter what option i choose.”
peter hums and nods his head before opening his mouth, “i don’t know, [name], i feel like if you spoke you would be heard. i mean who would ever reject you?” peter smiles at you and scoff at him, he’s pulling at all of your heartstrings and he’s killing you. “i think you should speak.” he pulls your hands apart and stops you fiddling with your fingers, instead he interwines your fingers and nudges you with his knee.
“alright peter parker, i think i’ll speak.” you smile. “you free tomorrow night?” you squeeze his hand and he squeezes right back, “i’m free anytime of the week for you. like i told you, who would ever reject you?”
“peter parker, you’re too sweet on me.” you pull him in for a very much long awaited kiss by the both of you.
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spidey0boi · 1 year
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♡︎𐬿 Hold On ~ Part 1𐬿♡︎
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description ༄ : After a large battle, Peter finds you injuryed and doesn’t know what to do.
couple : tom holland!peter parker x Y/N boy ✰
Warning: ⚠︎︎ Mentioned Gore and Blood, heavy description of wounds ⚠︎︎
Information about Y/N: is a boy in this imagine but feel free to change the gender when reading ♡︎
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Peter looked for you, he searched high and low, he couldn’t find you. He began to cry out your name as tears ran down his face, his heart racing from his anxiety and fear of losing you kicking in like a ticking time bomb.
‘Goddamn it, Y/N.’ He thought as he swung though-out the city, it all burnt from the massive battle you both were just in. He needed to find you, he couldn’t find you on his tracker either. He was starting to think of all the horrible and terrible things that could of happened to you.
“Y/N!!” He cried out, his voice raw and full of fear and pain.
“P-P-P…P-Peter..” You groan out from under a rock, weakly lifting your out, blood dripping down your arm, tears escaping your eyes as your whole body felt the pain.
You had two cracked ribs, a cut in your head, a stab in your side, your arm was broken and your foot was twisted. Your whole body was nearly shattered from the walls from the billing falling down on you, your lucky to be alive.
“Y/N!?” He yelled, jumping down to see your hand poking out from the rocks and broken building. Peter body filled with fear as he pulled off everything single last one of the rocks and walls pieces, not caring how much it was hurting himself, he was able to do things, you couldn’t. You needed him.
Peter finally reached you and he saw the mess you were in.. you choked on his breath. Holy shit. Your were a mess.
Blood was all over you, a thick pile of blood on the floor and it gushing out your side where you had been stabbed. You had blood dripping out your mouth and every time you coughed you would bring up more blood. You were a real mess and he couldn’t even describe the ways your bones looked.
“Y/N!?! What the fuck!?! Oh my god?!” He panicked, rushing down to your side, where he kneeled and ran a hand through your hair. You smiled, you had lost a tooth and Peter thought it even tho you were in pain, quite dorky the way you were smiling at him.
“Oh.. baby.. oh my god..” He muttered as he looked over you. He suddenly started to put pressure on your wound and you screamed out, that hurt. More blood spewed out your month from the pressure of your ribs being touched and forcing a cough out.
“Peter… I need an medic.” You whimper, hot and fresh tears rolling down your face.
“I know.. I know..” He said as he got his phone and began to type 911 but no one answered, the lines were busy. He sobbed and threw his phone, gripping his hair in stressed.
“Fuck!” He cried, smashing his hand into a wall as he panicked over you. Your grabbed his face and made him look at you as the boy was clearly in distress. You smiled at him, your face covered in blood and looking all beat up.
“Peter… It-.. fuck.” You coughed and spat out the too the side. “I’m okay.. I’m okay..” You cry slightly. You felt your body collapsing slowly.
“No, Don’t talk like that. Hold on.” He whispers, kissing your head and sobbing. He didn’t want you to die. He wanted you to live. You smiled and ran a hand through his hair, smiling weakly.
“No.. It’s okay.. Let me sleep.. I’ll wake up. I promise..” You muttered, your voice becoming weak.
“No! Don’t fall asleep!! HELP!? SOMEBODY HELP US!” He screamed as he brought you into his arms, rocking you.
You felt your eyes slowly flutter shut as you watched your boyfriend scream out for help as you fell asleep, you didn’t want to fall asleep thought. You could feel your heart beating fast, you couldn’t fall asleep..
you couldn’t..
you had too..
hold on..
“No.. NO Y/N!” He screamed as it went black.
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AN/ hey, hope y’all enjoyed this imagine :) let know if you want a part two <3
- S P I D E Y B O I.
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mcu peter parker x stark reader with prompts 13 and 40 i feel like that could be so cute
“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.” + one of us is clearly smarter than the other
** keep sending request with this list here the 100 different kisses prompt list here
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''Where are you going?'' Tony raised an eyebrow, seeing you heading to the elevator. 
''Out. Peter and I are going to this double-feature screening of Star Wars,'' you explained.
You weren’t really into Star Wars, but Peter loved it - he had themed bed sheets and a couple of tee shirts -, so you got tickets and made it a date. It wasn’t much, but Peter was really excited when you showed him the tickets. 
The smallest things made him happy. 
As if on cue, the elevator ding-ed and the doors opened, revealing Peter. He walked out and began ranting. ''I’m late, I know. I’m really really sorry. I couldn’t find the shirt I wanted to wear and I was half way to the tower when May called me saying she forgot her keys at home. I had to go back and give her mine and- Mr. Stark. Hi.'' 
Tony turned his head in the new incomer’s direction. ''Underoos.'' 
You groaned, knowing what was going to happen. 
Why did Peter have to come up? You told him to wait in the lobby for this specific reason. Now, your dad was going to ask him a bunch of questions. 
''So, you’re taking my daughter out tonight?'' 
''Actually, Mr. Stark, Y/N is the one who planned this date.''
Tony hummed. ''Where are the two of you going? Will it be a public place?''
''Dad...'' 
He was not smooth at all with his questions. Even a ten-year-old would catch on that he was not-so-subtly make sure you and Peter wouldn’t sneak somewhere to have sex. As if you needed to do that to have sex. 
''I’m just making sure I know where you are in case we need Peter for an emergency mission-''
''Dad. Can you please stop with all the questions and the bullshit? Peter and I are gonna miss the movie.''
On the wall of the lounge, the large clock showed a quarter to six. The first movie was starting in twenty minutes.
Peter glanced in your direction, then back to Tony. ''If you don’t mind, Mr. Stark, I’m gonna go, because I have a date.''
''Yeah, you do that. Don’t make my daughter wait.'' Then, he gave him a warning look. ''You two better be back by 10.''
''It’s Friday night-''
''I said 10!''
After the double-feature, you and Peter walked back to the tower, as promised. There was ten minutes left before your curfew, so you pulled Peter to a quiet spot by the tower and kissed him. His lips tasted of the cherry slushie and the popcorn you had during the movies. 
After listening to him whisper to you about nerdy shit all night, you were really turned on. 
Peter’s right hand moved to the back of your head, and his left hand slipped around your lower back. He explored your mouth patiently, as if he planned on keeping you in this empty corner for the rest of the night. You summoned every last bits of willpower you could find in order to keep yourself from wrapping your arms and legs around him.   
Breaking from his mouth, you fisted his shirt in your hands, pulling him closer. ''If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.''
Peter raised his eyebrows. ''To bed? After that threatening look your dad gave me, I’m not sure I want to sneak in tonight.''
A grin curled on your lips, about to reveal to him your plan. ''Ever heard of this thing called a lock? F.R.I.D.A.Y. can’t do anything about manual locks. Think smarter, not harder.''
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