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Oooh s I am FEELING number 9 for flufftober with tom??? And perhaps there was some mutual pining happening... Okay also as I was reading through the prompts I was listening to "clouds" by børns which is just... such a romantic song to me and it made me so giddy while reading the prompts so I thought I'd mention it in case if gives you any inspiration :)

❀ clouds ❀

i love this song too 🥺 this is so self-indulgent (as all my drabbles are tbh) i hope you enjoy <3 this might be the best drabble i’ve ever written lmao i’m rlly proud & in love with this one :’)

prompt: (9) your first passionate kiss with a person. you touch your lips absently, feeling the phantom of your lover’s lips.

↳ actor!tom, friends to lovers, tessa holland supremacy bc i miss her & need her back in my life

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“this one kind of looks like a one-eyed bunny. a one-eyed, one-legged bunny.”

snorting, you tear your gaze away from the sky overhead and onto the man lying beside you. his hand is outstretched, index pointing to an oddly shaped cloud slowly rolling away from you, and you try your best not to stare at his flexed forearm so close to your face. a passing autumn breeze gently ruffles the brown curls smushed on his forehead, his hair unruly after an impromptu nap.

a nap you shared. which is totally normal. it’s so normal for best friends to fall asleep cuddling each other that it borders on mundane. it’s boring, even. yes, you’re so bored of falling asleep in tom’s backyard with tom’s head on your chest and tom’s dog’s head in your lap and tom’s scent lingering on your clothes from the last time you fell asleep with tom a week ago. stupid tom.

“that’s not true.” tom says, turning onto his side so he’s facing you, the movement making you reluctantly open your eyes again. “you don’t remember bobby bugs?”

“that’s not true.” tom says, turning onto his side so he’s facing you, the movement making you reluctantly open your eyes again. “you don’t remember bobby bugs?”

at the name, a loud laugh erupts from your mouth, and you hasten to slap a hand over it. “oh my god, i can’t believe i forgot him. he was your only friend before me.”

“yeah, and you’re so fucking mean, i might just dump you and buy another bunny to be my real best friend.” you giggle again as tom fake pouts, your neck hurting from being twisted to watch him.

silence falls over both of you again, interrupted only by random whines from tessa and the occasional passing car. most of tom’s neighbours are smart enough to stay inside when it’s only five degrees, whereas you both have just enough brain cells to decide laying down a picnic blanket and then laying under a couple more blankets should warm you up just fine. after all, cold and bad weather never stopped you and tom from indulging in your favourite pass-time as loud children who were often told to just go outside because you were too raucous.

you don’t remember which one of you began this tradition of cloud-watching. all you know is that your childhood memories are almost all riddled with tom’s crooked nose and chaotic curls and the large mole on his chin that is no longer there. many of these memories include spotting weirdly shaped clouds and inventing stories about them together, a habit you’ve continued well into your adolescence and haven’t begun to let go of in your twenties, either, even as one of you has become a bloody celebrity.

“ooh, i think i spot a giant raccoon.” you grin, nodding towards a particularly large cloud further away.

tom squints, sitting up to see better. the hood of his pink sweater flops with the movement, and you bite back the immature urge to shove leaves into it like you did when you were young. well, younger. you’re not proud of the side of yourself that loves stupid pranks. mouth turning into an o, tom’s expression soon breaks into a matching grin when he finds the cloud, too.

“he’s definitely got rabies.” he jokes, flopping down beside you, beam only widening when you giggle, palm clasped against your mouth. it doesn’t last long, though, the smile slowly being wiped off his face. you’re too busy staring at the burst of colours from the sunset to notice. “why do you do that?” he asks, voice suddenly monotone.

eyebrows furrowed, you look over at him. your lap grows colder when tessa gets off of you, almost like she’s sensed the awkwardness settling in and preferred to go sniffing for squirrels than to witness it. “do what?” you respond, shivering from the wind.

“you always hide your face when you laugh. like you’re ashamed of being happy.”

huh. you did not expect that. sitting up on your elbows, you scoff, “okay, i do not need you to go all walmart doctor phil on me right now. that’s the most cliché thing i’ve heard in a while, and i eavesdropped on harrison telling his girlfriend she lights up his world like nobody else this morning.”

“i’m serious, y/n.” tom snaps, sitting up again and giving you no choice but to do the same since, clearly, he’s turning this into a whole conversation. “why do you always put your hand on your face or hide behind your hair whenever you laugh?”

you sputter, not knowing how to answer such a ridiculous question. “i don’t—i don’t know. it’s just something i, and many other people, do. not everything means something. why do you always knock three times on the doorframe before you go the bathroom at night?”

“to alert any ghosts that i’m entering, obviously.” tom deadpans. “don’t change the subject. we’re talking about your insecurities and bathroom endangerment habits.”

“you’re ridiculous and i don’t like you.” you snap, lying back down and crossing your arms over your chest. “no wonder bobby bugs ran away from you. you’re annoying and you gave him the worst rabbit name ever.”

tom’s neck snaps towards you with full shock and offense, his eyes wide and lips pursed with anger. you’ve gone too far, staring right back at him with steady resolve.

“why do i love you?” he mutters under his breath, disdain coating his words like a fresh coat of pain, before he falls back into his place beside you, shoulders touching.

even though you’ve heard those three little words from tom countless times in all the years—decades, really—that you’ve been practically attached at the hips, they never fail to make a lump form in your throat and to kick your heart into overdrive. especially when he’s so close to you that your pinkies brush against each other. you hate indulging in clichés, like you remind tom all the time, and yet you’re living in the biggest trope of all time. falling in love with your best friend wasn’t a realisation or a sudden crush leading to longing looks and timid touches. no, you don’t think you even fell in love with tom. there was no falling, no tripping, no moment in your friendship before you loved him. being in love with tom was simply a part of you, a facet of your personality with how long you’ve loved him, and you can’t imagine being y/n without loving tom.

quiet settles in again, the strain between you and your best friend lessening but not disappearing. you’re in the midst of convincing yourself that the only way to avoid this becoming a real fight is to just get up and pretend you’re hungry or thirsty or need to pee or anything that lets you stop your hand from inching towards tom’s, when he speaks up.

“i think you’re beautiful when you laugh.” tom says, gaze trained on the gradually darkening sky. it’s no longer a bright pink, but a fuchsia with sparks of orange, awaiting the deep blue of the nighttime.

your heart thuds to a stop in your chest, lungs expanding with air that you can’t seem to exhale.

“and when you smile,” he adds, tugging down the sleeves of his sweatshirt until they cover his fingers. “and when you snort when i say or do something stupid, when you squeal when i tickle you. when you glare at me for eating the last brownie. when you’re drooling on the couch while watching deadly women like it’s not supposed to be a little alarming to me i live with a woman who likes to learn about female serial killers to wind down after work.”

you crack, a breathless laugh escaping your throat, and tom takes that as his sign to lean on his elbow, face hovering over yours. there’s enough space between you not to be completely overwhelming, but you still find yourself drawn into his honeyed eyes and the splattering of freckles beneath them.

“i think you’re beautiful all the fucking time, y/n/n.” tom whispers, the wind tousling the curls on his forehead. “it kills me when you don’t see the beauty in yourself. like you’re trying to convince others not to fall in love with you when you’re at your happiest. but it’s far too late to do that with me.”

your breath hitches loudly in your throat, eyes as wide as saucers when tom leans in just a bit closer. hesitantly, you raise your hand to cup his cool cheek, thumb rubbing over its apple. the corner of his mouth quirks up in a minuscule smile, brown eyes flickering from yours to your lips. when you nod and lick them, he closes the gap between you, and you finally feel like you’re plummeting. all these years you’ve loved tom so much it felt like your heart was constantly bursting, and now, you’ve let yourself stumble off the edge—now, you’ve let yourself go. you know now that he’ll catch you.

tom kisses you softly at first, lightly rubbing your lips together, before your fingers travel to his hair. when you tug a little, he groans into your mouth, tongue flicking out to lick your bottom lip. you kiss for what feels like hours, indulging in each others’ touches and moans, until tessa’s loud barking interrupts you.

breaking apart, tom sits up properly, looking over to see his dog with her head stuck in a hole in the wooden fence separating his backyard from the neighbour’s. the laughter that befalls both of you is loud and disbelieving, bringing with it sparkly eyes and light stomach cramps. breathless from tessa’s comedy act and the kiss that propelled you off a bridge, you run your finger over your lips absent-mindedly as tom gets up to help her out.

he looks over at you, still sprawled under the blankets in a daze, and grins. “you wanna go back inside and get a drink?” he asks, patting tessa’s head once it pops back into the correct yard.

“will you kiss me again?” you blurt out, pinching yourself on the inside for being so utterly tactless.

tom laughs again, the sound like music to your ears. his grin is blinding and you’d let him to your heart and sight all at once if he would ask. “i’ll kiss you any time you want for the rest of our lives if you’ll have me, love.”

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babysitting morgan w peter parker

summary: you and peter always wanted to babysit morgan

warnings: fluff, language

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ever since peter introduced you to morgan, you absolutely love her

you first met her at peter’s 18th birthday party, where you also met the avengers

“pepper, morgan, this is my girlfriend, y/n,” peter introduced you to the both of them

“hello! it’s so nice to meet you both,” you wave, rubbing your arm out of habit

“i could say the same, glad i finally got to meet the girl who peter couldn’t keep quiet about,” pepper teased, causing you and peter to blush

“can she be my girlfriend too?” morgan looked up at the both of you with a bright smile

“but she’s-”

you interrupted peter, “of course cutie,” you ruffled her hair

she giggled and ran off to happy

“hey,” peter pouted, crossing his arms

you rolled your eyes playfully, “dork. anyways, mrs. stark, if you ever need a babysitter, i’d love to watch her,” you grinned

“babysitters,” peter chimed in, leaning on you

she chuckled, “i’ll consider it.”

so here you are with peter in front of the stark’s home, around 2pm

“i’m so excited,” peter chirps, bouncing on his heels

“i know, you brought every star wars movie to exist and a bunch of legos,” you giggle

soon pepper greets you both and lets you both inside

“so she’s a lot like her dad, very stubborn. luckily she’s not a picky eater though. try to get her in bed by at least 9pm. avoid giving her a juice pop, then she’ll never go to bed,” pepper hums

“got it,” you beam

“don’t worry, i have some tricks up my sleeves,” peter grins

“thank you so much for offering to babysit, i appreciate. happy does too, he needs the break. you know him.

“of course, mrs.stark,” you smile

“y/n please, pepper! anyways, i’ll be gone for only two nights, quick business. you two, please no sex,” she warns, glaring at us playfully

you instantly flush and shake your head furiously, “of course not.”

“i-i think i heard morgan call me,” peter stammers and walks off

“i’m just teasing. have fun you two, thank you!” she grabs her things and leaves

morgan’s reaction to seeing the both of you is hilarious

“hi there morgan!” peter squats down holding his arms out

“my girlfriend!” she squeals and runs over to you, hugging your legs

you laugh softly and lean down to hug her back

peter looks at you and morgan with his mouth wide open, “i- i am hurt.”

after peter introduced star wars to morgan, she didn’t want to stop watching

the three of you cuddled close on the couch, watching the empire strikes back

morgan’s in between the both of you, focusing on the movie

then a couple movies later you and morgan knocked out, with her head on your lap and your head on the side of the couch

“hey you two, i made some food if you’re hungry,” peter says in a hushed tone, poking the two of you

“food?” morgan yawns sitting up, rubbing her eye

you shift slightly and stir awake, “huh?”

after eating the semi-burnt eggos and fruit peter kindly prepared for snack, the three of you hang out in the backyard

“three, two, one! ready or not, here i come!” you call out, looking around for morgan

eventually you find morgan and pick up, spinning her around, “gotcha!” you say making her giggle

peter leans against the sliding doors, watching in adoration

you hold her close and tickle her sides, you feel his stare and look up, “what?”

“oh nothing,” he hums softly

later on the three of you make pizza together

“PETER!” you scold as he accidentally threw the dough onto the ceiling while trying to spin it

morgan giggles and peter cringes slightly, “sorry!”

“i’ll handle the dough, you two do the toppings,” you shake your head, “you better clean that later.”

“yes mom,” peter groans making you roll your eyes in a playful matter

surprisingly the pizza you all made wasn’t that bad

“alright princess, it’s getting late. you ready for a bath?” you walk over to her room while peter does the dishes

she places down her toys and nods

soon after you bathe her you put her to bed, which wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be

you walk over to peter who’s sitting on the couch, putting together some legos

“hi,” you sit next to him, kissing his cheek

“y’know, you’re going to be an amazing mom one day,” he puts down his legos and looks at you

your eyes soften, “and you’re going to be an amazing dad one day,” you whisper, leaning towards him

he smiles and holds your cheek, kissing you deeply. you pull him closer but feel him tense

“boo!” you hear a squeaky voice from behind the couch

you jump slightly but peter laughs quietly, already knowing she’s there

“morgan, sweetie,” you sigh 

“look what i found,” she stands up, her father’s helmet on her face

peter’s heart clenches at the sight, “your mom’s right when she says you’re a lot like your dad,” he murmurs

you smile sadly rubbing his arm gently, looking at him with empathy

she jumps onto the couch and hugs peter, “i know.”

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Sticky Affair [p.p]

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary/request: could you write something where pete comforts the reader after her bf cheated on her 🥺 (if you’re comfortable with that!) and the she realises there might be more than just friendship with peter? 👀

warnings: cheating, mentions of sex, let me know if i missed something?? wyekshshsg, they don’t (yet) get together in the end but there might be some feelings yk, this is literally just him comforting her, lol i definitely focussed on the first part of the request

word count: 2.4k

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A Week Ago

You’re still around the corner from Ned’s room, listening to the conversation while you take off your shoes and your coat.

“I’m glad she’s alone today. Max is so disgusting and mean and manipulative and she doesn’t even see it,” Ned rants. You don’t think he’s aware that you can hear him loud and clear.

“We don’t know what goes on behind closed doors,” Peter says, “she knows what she’s doing.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t talking shit about him the other day,” Ned scoffs.

“Honestly I think it’s all just pheromones. He’s an athlete, he sweats a lot,” MJ says and you can hear the humor in her voice as she goes on to complain about straight relationships.

“Hey. Who’re you guys talking about?” You ask as you finally join them.

“Oh um um,” Ned starts, looking at Peter with wide eyes.

“Just my cousin’s new boyfriend,” MJ shrugs.

Peter smiles at you but there’s guilt in his eyes. You know they were talking about you and Max.

At least Peter was trying to defend you. You huff as you sit down. And they still wonder why you don’t hang out with them that much anymore - it’s not the first time you’ve caught them talking about your relationship behind your back.

But they’re still your friends after all, and after a few more minutes you know why you love them so much. And while they should learn to mind their own business sometimes, you wouldn’t want to lose any of them.

Today

You accept the humiliation with slumped shoulders and hot tears in your eyes as you send the message to the group chat, asking who’s home and if you can come over.

Peter answers within ten seconds, telling you you can come to his place.

Your eyes now red, mascara smudged and in need of a tissue and maybe some nose spray, you show up at Peter’s door.

Peter has been your best friend for years, and you’ve seen him at his lowest as well, but you still feel embarrassed when the tears just won’t stop flowing. Concern written all over his face, he lets you in immediately.

“He… he…” you try to explain but you can’t talk with the massive lump in your throat. Peter has his arms wrapped around you in seconds, and with your face pressed against your shoulder you finally let out the sobs.

“He cheated on me,” you whisper after a few minutes when your breathing has calmed down.

Peter feels his chest tighten. He wants to cry. How could anyone do that to you? You’re the last person on earth who deserves to be cheated on.

May comes in while you’re still standing in the hallway and before you even realise she’s there, Peter softly tells her, “Not now, May.”

You lift your head at the mention of her name, and say “Hi.”

“Oh sweetheart, what happened?”

All you can do is shake your head and bury your face back into Peter’s soft hoodie.

“You want to go to my room?” Peter asks, and with your hand in his you go there, but you smile at May, knowing she’s there for you too if you need her.

You sit down on Peter’s bed where he joins you. “Sorry,” you rub your eyes and try to clear your vision from all the tears, “I don’t want to ruin your night.”

“You’re not ruining my night. I’m here for you,” he breathes, hand on your back.

He passes you a tissue and lets you sniffle and cry until you’re calm again.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?”

You nod, but as you take a deep breath to start your sentence a sob is caught in your throat. You look at Peter, at your best friend, but even he can’t help you as tears pool in your eyes again. He wraps his arms around you nevertheless and holds your hand; he feels bad that it’s all he can give you at the moment but you truly don’t know what you’d do without him.

After a few more minutes of crying and clinging on to Peter for dear life, you hear a sniffle that isn’t yours.

You turn your head to see a tear travelling down Peter’s face which he quickly wipes away when he notices you looking, “Sorry it’s just- I hate seeing you like this. I hate that he did this to you.”

For the first time in hours, you smile, remembering how much Peter loves you. You squeeze his hand that had gotten sweaty from holding yours so long and let go of him.

“Um…” you clear your throat to test if you have your voice back yet.

“It’s okay if you’re not ready to talk yet,” he says, “Do you want some water?”

You nod and he hands you a water bottle from next to his bed. You drink nearly all of it and you already feel a tiny bit better. “Let me clean this mess on my face,” you say and go to the bathroom to wash your face.

The fresh water feels good against your skin, and God knows your body needs all the hydration it can get after bawling your eyes out for so long.

When you’ve washed away the remnants of your makeup, your eyes are still red and puffy, but you feel a little fresher. You go back to Peter’s room where he’s got more water and tissues ready as well as some cozy pyjamas you always used to leave here for sleepovers. You haven’t had one of those in months and there’s a foreign but pleasant feeling in your tummy when you think of spending all day and night with Peter, sleeping in the same bed, all cuddled up…. you’re probably just all over the place from your break up though. Peter is your friend. Nothing more.

Peter doesn’t force you to tell him anything, but you figure the sooner you get it out and talk about it, the better.

With surprising ease, you just let it all out while Peter intently listens.

“So I was going to go to visit Max today at four, but I was already in his area to go shopping half an hour earlier and it wouldn’t have made sense to go back home only to come back a few minutes later. Then I went to his and I would’ve just waited outside but the front door was open and I went up to his apartment.

“Just as I reached his floor, I saw this woman. They were saying goodbye to each other and he’d told me that he had family over a few days ago so I thought…” you laugh at yourself, “God I was so stupid. I thought maybe she was his cousin, someone from his family for sure. But his eyes went wide when he saw me and this woman immediately asked who I was. So I said I was his girlfriend. And I asked who she was. She said she was his girlfriend.”

“God. That’s fucking horrible,” Peter says, and it’s like you can already see him plotting to kill your boy-- ex-boyfriend.

“Then he tried to explain himself but there wasn’t anything he could have said to save himself or make the situation any better. So me and his other girlfriend- ex girlfriend now- we both left and then I came here.”

“Wow. I can’t believe it,” He brushes a hand through his hair in frustration and blows out some air. Peter doesn’t know what to do with himself. You can tell he’s angry, his cheeks red, and he has every right to be. You’d be livid if someone hurt your best friend like that.

But he’s trying to contain himself in front of you, to keep his composure because you were already upset enough for the both of you for the last hour and you’ve just calmed down, so he doesn’t want your anger to resurge because of him.

“The worst thing is,” you continue, “He didn’t even just kiss someone else or sleep with someone else. He had a whole second relationship. Maybe there are even more, who knows. Maybe she was first, and I was the second relationship…”

Peter’s scared he won’t be able to stop once he starts talking, so he remains silent, merely shaking his head at your words.

Then you remember something. “I’m so stupid... I lost it to him. I was so sure I could trust him and that he was the right guy to have my first time with.” You look down and play with your fingers in your lap.

You didn’t want Peter to find out like this.

You never told him about having sex with Max but it never felt like there was a right moment. Talking about Max to Peter about any aspect of your relationship was weird and you avoided talking about him most times you hung out with your best friend. It never made sense to you, but it felt like you were supposed to hide Max from Peter. It felt like you were cheating on Peter by having a boyfriend, when he has never been more than your best friend.

But you’re glad that Peter reacts the way he does.

“Virginity is a social construct,” he says, immediately getting what you’re talking about, “You didn’t lose anything to him. His dick’s not important enough to change who you are.”

You smile. You taught him that. “I know. I’m just... sad.”

“That’s okay,” his hand is on your back again, and now that you’re in his arms with clear thoughts, you realise how much you missed it.

“I’m sorry if I neglected our friendship because of him. I never realised I was doing that but now that I’m here... it feels like I haven’t been here in ages. Haven’t been with you in ages.”

“It’s alright. I’m not mad at you because of it. You’re in love and I get that it was new and exciting.”

You’re glad that Peter isn’t saying I told you so. While he never directly said it, you could tell that he was suspicious of Max from the start. But even if he was right, there’s nothing you can change about the situation anymore.

“Was in love,” you correct him, “I’m still hurting but my attraction to that guy ended as soon as I found out how much he abused my trust. I mean cheating on someone - that’s one of the worst things you can do to a person you love. I don’t even think you can love someone if you think it’s okay to cheat on them. God,” you feel anger bubbling up inside you and there’s a fresh batch of tears stinging in your eyes. You try to rub them away. He doesn’t deserve your tears. He doesn’t even fucking deserve you thinking about him.

“We’re going through the stages of grief pretty quick here, huh?” Peter smiles, placing a hand on your knee and you’re breathless for a few seconds.

You manage to smile at him while your heart skips a beat.

“Uh.. um I don’t know, I’m just... I don’t know. I can’t believe it. And then I sacrificed time with my best friend to spend time with that prick instead. Please forgive me, Peter,” you look at him with pleading eyes but you see nothing but kindness on his face.

“There’s nothing to forgive. I promise it’s okay. But I’m still happy that you’re acknowledging it. Don’t get me wrong I love Ned and MJ, but you were definitely missing.” Last week was one of the few times you’ve been with your group of friends lately. You spent most of the time during your relationship being with Max, only rarely seeing your friends.

“Maybe you should get a girlfriend so I know how it feels,” you say, even though you don’t know why.

“Nah.. not interested in a girlfriend at the moment,” he shrugs.

Even though you’re heartbroken, you forget about your actual sorrows for a second now that you know Peter’s not dating anyone and you feel a sudden warmth in your belly.. and on your cheeks...

“Oh… boyfriend then?” You tease him, pretending like it wouldn’t hurt if the answer was yes.

He shakes his head. “I’m just happy that you’re back. Not that you were gone- you weren’t as bad as Ned when he got together with Betty.”

You chuckle as you remember going a whole three months without seeing Ned when he got together with his girlfriend.

A pleasant silence settles between you, and you’re simply happy to be in Peter’s presence again.

“I love you,” you tell him after a few minutes and wrap your arms around his neck in a hug. “I love you too,” he says, his mouth pressed against your shoulder.

As you part, you kiss his cheek. And again, the anger inside you is overpowered by butterflies for a few seconds. It’s only brief, and a moment later you think about that asshole again, and the fire swallows those butterflies whole. But they were there, you can’t deny it. And you’re not even surprised.

You lean your head against Peter’s shoulder, taking deep breaths, trying to relax at least a little. Peter lowers himself, and you with him, onto his bed.

He turns so you’re face to face, and you snuggle up to his soft hoodie and his warm chest, feeling the relaxation you need finally settling in.

“Thanks for being here for me.”

“Always,” he promises and hesitantly kisses your cheek too.

You fall asleep with the image of Peter’s blushing face on your mind and the promise of love.

You have a long way to go before you can even begin to heal from what your ex did to you. But you have your best friend who will love and support you throughout all of it.

And as you fall asleep next to him, you feel more comfortable and more protected than you ever did with your ex. You don’t want to rush into anything, Peter will always be there for you to love him. But now that you’re with him like this again, you realise it’s what you wanted— no, what you needed all along.

You never saw Peter as just a friend, but you were scared to even admit your feelings to yourself, let alone to him, in case you ruined this great friendship.

But now you’re not afraid anymore.

You’ll need some time to heal first, but when that’s done, you know you will finally have the courage to love Peter and to let him love you.

aria!! ur one of my favs!! such an inspo to this baby blog<33

Selfcarecap‘s Masterlist

* means smut/nsfw (all characters are at least 18)

you can send an ask/dm to be added to my taglist <3

my fic recommendations are under the tag fic rex (or the 🦖 emoji lol)

blurb masterlist (requests are open)

Peter Parker x reader

Late Night Car Confessions*

Late Night Movie Theatre Visits*

Nudes

Dripping Candy*

Candy Cane*

Camboy*

Friends*

Dumbass*

Public*

Soulmate*

Wet Dreams*

Kiss It Better

Wap*

Big Dick Energy*

Making Art

Love Flower*

Ring Ring*

Good Form*

One Night Stand*

He Swings Both Ways

Birthday Boy*

Movie Night*

Tom Holland x reader

The One

Love on Set*

MJ x reader

New Girl

I’ll Show You*

Zendaya x reader

Cinnamon Apple

Steve Rogers x reader

First Date

OTP (feat. Peter Parker)

gifs not mine

100 followers !!

i’ll keep this short & simple so i don’t bore u guys :p

but 100 followers is huge to me!! this account has seen tremendous growth this past month & i’m so grateful for it all <3

after 4 years of not writing, i was a little nervous my writing would be shit & no one would read it i still kinda is but u guys have proved me wrong & i’m so over the moon abt that !!

i’m so excited to write & grow even more !!! i’m already seeing progress in my writing which is so crazy to me & i’m so excited to grow with you guys!

i appreciate the support more than u know & i hope u guys stick around :’) thank u for being the absolute kindest people <33