Idk what to call this, so I went for announcement, even though that sounds like something good is about to be said.
I have decided to quit writing, at least for now.
Before I begin explaining why, I wanna clarify some things first. My tumblr will still be here, I'm still gonna be here (though not as much). I still love Tom and Peter, I'm also still gonna read fanfics – primarily because there are some ungoing series I can't live without – it's only writing i will be quitting.
Now let's get to why. As you may or may not already have noticed, I haven't posted much lately, and my ungoing series (Still In My Heart) goes weeks without updated. That's all because I don't find enjoyment in writing anymore.
I hit a writers block like halft a year ago, but I got over it and started the SIMH series, which got updates every few days, but the last couple of chapters has felt like a chore. Which is why it has taken so long to post.
So I have decided to quit, there are 2 parts of SIMH left, which I'm of course going to finish, but that will be the end. At least I think so, who knows if I will pick up writing again.
I love you all so much. I'm so happy to have made so many new friends, and have so many people following and liking my content, so thank you all. I hope you understand my decision.
Love, Cec
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summary: peter parker is still in love with his ex girlfriend (and your roommate) michelle, and you’ve caught yourself stealing glances at his best friend, harry osborn, a little too often. when pictures of mj and harry kissing is leaked on the internet, you and peter (despite the academic rivalry) enter into an agreement that benefits you both with only one goal: to set each other up.
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part four: there is always a n*ck
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summary: peter parker is still in love with his ex girlfriend (and your roommate) michelle, and you've caught yourself stealing glances at his best friend, harry osborn, a little too often. when pictures of mj and harry kissing is leaked on the internet, you and peter (despite the academic rivalry) enter into an agreement that benefits you both with only one goal: to set each other up.
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part three: a cassie amoung us
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summary: peter parker is still in love with his ex girlfriend (and your roommate) michelle, and you've caught yourself stealing glances at his best friend, harry osborn, a little too often. when pictures of mj and harry kissing is leaked on the internet, you and peter (despite the academic rivalry) enter into an agreement that benefits you both with only one goal: to set each other up.
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part two: is that mj?
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summary: peter parker is still in love with his ex girlfriend (and your roommate) michelle, and you've caught yourself stealing glances at his best friend, harry osborn, a little too often. when pictures of mj and harry kissing is leaked on the internet, you and peter (despite the academic rivalry) enter into an agreement that benefits you both with only one goal: to set each other up.
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part one: a big, big mistake
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pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader
summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.
warnings: swearing, smut (minors dni, additional warnings under the cut)
word count: 2.3k
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additional warnings: protected sex, orgasm denial, a little bit of degradation, one (1) spank
It was in fact, not the last time you would sleep with Tom. Despite saying so, you continued to sneak into his room every night after Sam fell asleep. You’d fuck, sometimes twice, and then go back to the room you shared with your best friend like nothing happened. To say that the guilt was eating you alive would be an understatement. But for whatever reason, you didn’t stop.
All it would take was a single look from Tom, a glimpse of him shirtless in the pool, a smirk directed at you, and you’d decide you needed him. You were so weak when it came to him. It was pathetic.
Tom always let you do the initiating when it came to sex. He never pushed, but he didn’t exactly try to deter you either. At first, you convinced yourself that it was just because he was like every other twenty-something-year-old guy: always horny. Never one to turn down getting laid when the opportunity presented itself. But every time you hooked up, you’d notice things that seemed to suggest otherwise.
Like how he always puts your pleasure first. That could simply be attributed to him being a good lover, but it felt different. It wasn’t like he was trying to get you to cum as fast as possible so that he wouldn’t have to worry about it when it was his turn. No, he took his time with it, wanted to make it last because he genuinely enjoyed making you feel good. It seemed like each time you had sex he was trying to make you cum more times than the last. And then afterward, when you were both still catching your breath, he’d hold your hand, play with your hair, coax you into staying five extra minutes, things that friends with benefits don’t do.
You’d be a fool to fall for him. But it was far too late for that. You had wanted him before you ever slept together. Before he kissed you for the first time. And now that you’d had him, you didn’t want to go back.
You can tell Tom feels guilty too. You see it in the way he looks at Sam when his back is turned. He’s less vocal about it than you but you know it’s there.
-
The second to last day in Bali is spent hiking. Your foot had mostly healed by then, but the news was still devastating to you.
“Do you ever read the itinerary?” Sam groaned upon hearing your complaints.
“I like being surprised.”
“That’s a fucking lie,” he said, calling your bluff. “You’re just lazy.”
You gasped and held your hand to your heart, feigning offense. Sam rolled his eyes at you.
“Come on, get up, get dressed. It’s matching t-shirt day.”
“Nooo, I forgot about that.”
“You only have to do it one more time after this,” he reminded you.
Only one more time. That’s right... there was only one more stop on the trip before you all flew back to London and spent the last two weeks of summer there. You expected to feel relief but you were filled with anxiety instead. You couldn’t pinpoint the reason as to why but you suspected it had to do with the whole fucking your best friend’s brother behind his back thing.
“You still with me?” Sam asked. “Did you zone out?”
“Yeah, sorry.”
“S’alright. We better start getting ready, though.”
You nodded absentmindedly and made your way over to your suitcase to grab a change of clothes. You were moving on autopilot, not even aware of what you were doing until suddenly you were fully dressed and ready, sitting between Harry and Tom at the kitchen bar as Sam blended up a smoothie for the four of you.
You couldn’t remember brushing your teeth or putting on sunscreen but your mouth tasted minty and your skin was sticky from the lotion.
Tom nudged your elbow. “You okay?” he asked.
“Fine.”
Sam glanced at his older brother and then you, sliding your smoothies across the counter wordlessly.
“Thank you,” you practically whispered as you accepted yours.
Did he know? No, if he knew he certainly wouldn’t be speaking to either of you. But did he suspect? It wasn’t like you and Tom were being that careful... he could have easily picked up on what was going on.
You tried taking a sip of your smoothie but it wasn’t melted enough to go through the straw.
“Here,” Sam said, leaning over the bar to stick a spoon in your cup.
“Thanks, babe.”
He winked at you. “No problem.”
Okay, so maybe he didn’t know and was just annoyed with Tom. That could also be an explanation.
Sam’s parents assured you that the hike was an easy one but you were still skeptical. Hiking in general was an activity you preferred not to partake in, regardless of the level of difficulty.
You liked getting out and going places... that were inside.. with air conditioning. Hiking, kayaking, cycling, all on the list of no’s for you. You were simply not an outdoorsy person. You’d much rather go to a tasting at a local brewery or sit through a play in a language you didn’t understand. To be fair, the trip had a good balance of both, so you couldn’t complain too much. The Hollands, on the other hand, were outdoorsy people so you should have seen it coming anyway.
Getting to Campuhan Ridge required a short bus ride over to the site for the walk. You sat on Sam’s lap since it was so crowded, listening to him argue with Harry about fruit.
“They are good for you!” Sam cried in exasperation.
“All I’m saying is that that much sugar can’t be healthy.”
“It’s naturally made sugar- I’m the one in culinary school here! I know what I’m talking about!”
The hike turned out to be relatively easy, as Nikki and Dom had claimed it to be. It wasn’t too high up either. Views of rice terraces and forests stretched on for miles in each direction, greenery as far as the eye can see.
The only downfall was how hot it was. You were sweating not even ten minutes in and the baseball cap you were wearing did nothing to block out the sun.
You stopped somewhere in the middle of the walk to take some pictures. It had been Nikki’s idea since she’d brought her Nikon along with her, but Sam also asked Tom to take a couple pictures of just the two of you while Harry did the same thing for their parents.
You wrapped both of your arms around Sam and smiled as wide as you could manage. Sam smiled too, squeezing your hip.
“Okay, now do something different,” Tom directed. “The smiling is boring.”
You shrugged and raised yourself on your tiptoes to kiss Sam’s cheek. “O-okay that’s good too,” Tom muttered.
Sam chuckled quietly, his body vibrating beneath your lips. It made you lose your balance but your best friend caught you before you could stumble.
“Woah, you alright there, y/n?” Dom called as he, Nikki, and Harry rejoined the three of you.
You clung to Sam and laughed. “Yes, thanks to him!”
“It seems like I’m always catching her,” he sighed. “Where would you be without me?”
“Dead, probably.”
His mother smiled fondly at your little display and you patted yourself on the back internally. You still had a role to play, after all.
The sun had drained everyone so you headed back to the resort early. Harry and Tom went to pick up some take-out food while the rest of you showered off the day and waited for them to return.
After dinner, you ended up in Tom’s bed again. It was routine at this point. Pretend like you’re going to bed with everyone else, wait for Sam to fall asleep, wait fifteen more minutes to make sure he’s really out, and then sneak off to Tom’s room. His room was all the way on the other side of the treehouse thing you were staying in which was both fortunate and unfortunate. It was fortunate because it wasn’t close to Sam where you might accidentally wake him up, but it was unfortunate because it meant you had to walk through the entire place in the dark to get to it.
“Took you long enough,” Tom had grumbled when you showed up.
“Aw did you miss me that much?” you teased.
Apparently, he wasn’t in the mood to take his time with you because in a matter of minutes he had you pressed face down on the mattress as he fucked you from behind, holding on to your hips so tightly you thought he might leave bruises in the shape of fingerprints.
It was a position the two of you hadn’t tried together yet but you were already loving it. Tom could go faster and deeper than when he was fucking you in missionary and it had you on the edge in record time. Except he wasn’t letting you cum.
For whatever reason, every time you warned him that you were close, he would slow down or come to a complete stop, waiting until the feeling had passed to start again. He even held you in place so that you couldn’t fuck yourself back on his cock and finish yourself off- he’d learned to do that after you’d tried to do it the first time he denied your orgasm.
“You’re so mean!” you sobbed, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. He’d stopped again, ironically rubbing your back soothingly as the pleasure ebbed away for the umpteenth time.
Tom just laughed and pulled you up by your hair so that he could look at your face. “No, I’m not.”
“Yes you are! I need to cum and you won’t let me!”
“That’s your fault for telling me you like to be edged.”
God damn your big mouth. You didn’t even remember telling him that but you didn’t doubt that you had because it was true. You did like being edged but this was torture.
“Don’t listen to past me! Listen to present me!” you begged.
“Nice try.”
“Fuck!”
He started moving again but slowly. It wasn’t enough to make you cum but it did make you even needier. You gripped the bed sheets as he thrust into you over and over again, trying in vain to get him to go faster.
“Always so fucking wet for me,” Tom hissed, slapping your ass lightly. You yelped in surprise. “Shh, baby.”
“I’m trying!” you whispered.
“Try. Harder. Then.”
You wanted to quip back but the words died on your lips as you felt the coil in your stomach tightening again. You didn’t tell Tom this time, hoping that he wouldn’t notice. He did, of course. Your pussy was fluttering like crazy around him and you weren’t able to control it.
Tom stopped completely, this time snaking an arm under your body so that he could pull you up on his lap. You cursed under your breath at the change in angle.
“You were about to cum without saying anything, weren’t you? Fucking brat.”
“I forgot?” you mumbled.
He scoffed in disbelief. “You’re really testing my patience, you know that?”
“I guess it’s a good thing it turns you on then.”
Tom let out a sound of annoyance and brought his free hand down to your cunt so that he could rub your clit. The smirk fell from your face immediately.
And then he started moving his hips, just enough so that your g-spot and your clit were being stimulated at the same time.
You whimpered out that you were close when you felt your orgasm approaching again, which seemed to please Tom. But he wasn’t going to let you off that easy.
“You want to cum? Beg for it.”
“Please, Tom! Please let me cum, I’ll be good, I promise!”
You didn’t hear what he said next because your ears were ringing from the intensity of your climax. You were vaguely aware of him cumming right after you but you didn’t register much aside from his body going tense underneath yours. You rode out your orgasm until the spots in your vision subsided and your legs stopped shaking, flopping onto the bed like a ragdoll.
Tom was quick to lay down beside you, having recovered from his orgasm much faster than you had.
“That wasn’t too much, was it?”
You shook your head. “It was perfect. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard in my life. Not even by myself.”
You probably shouldn’t be feeding into his ego so much, but considering how good he was in bed it was at least a little deserved.
He grinned proudly and rolled onto his side to kiss you. “I’m glad.”
-
You took another shower before going back to bed. That had become another part of your routine since you started sleeping with Tom regularly. You’d take a shower before dinner for the sake of appearances, and then you’d take a second shower after messing around with Tom. There was no way you could just hop back into bed with Sam all sweaty and gross. It would be a dead giveaway and disgusting.
The second shower always made you feel dirty. It felt like you were washing off the evidence not only literally, but figuratively too. You supposed that was to be expected, though. What wasn’t to be expected, however, was your best friend waiting outside of the bathroom for you when you got out of the shower.
You jumped when you heard his voice, nearly knocking your head against the wall. Your eyes had yet to adjust so it was hard to see him but he was there, arms crossed over his chest defensively. You already knew what he was going to say before he said it but the question made your blood run cold nonetheless.
“Is there something going on between you and Tom?”
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pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader
summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.
warnings: swearing, smut (minors dni, additional warnings under the cut)
word count: 2.8k
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additional warnings: oral (f receiving), face sitting, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex
Your back hit the mattress as soon as the door shut behind you, Tom having pushed you onto his bed at the same time. You bounced a little, giggling as he jumped on top of you. He moved his way up your body until he was able to kiss you, sliding a hand under your head to lift you up to him. You kissed him back eagerly, slipping your tongue into his mouth as soon as the chance presented itself. Tom moaned quietly and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer.
“We have to be quiet,” he reminded you after breaking away from the kiss. “Harry’s right next door.”
You nodded. “I can be quiet.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”
“Mhm, you’ll just have to find something to keep my mouth busy.”
“Fuck.”
He began undressing you slowly, taking his time with you like you knew he liked to do. You were already in your pajamas so everything came off easily. Your t-shirt, your stolen boxer shorts that Tom had probably once thought to be his brother’s, your panties. You were lying naked underneath him in no time.
“I’m off my period, by the way,” you added.
“You know I don’t care about that.”
“Yeah, but I thought you’d want to know... just in case.”
He narrowed his eyes, not following. “Just in case... of what?”
You sighed and flung your arms to the side dramatically. “Oh my god, are you really going to make me spell it out for you?”
“Spell out what?” he hissed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about! I already told you I don’t care about whether you’re on your period or not.”
“Okay, but there are certain things you can’t do on your period.”
“Like what?”
You rolled your eyes. He really was hopeless. At this point, you weren’t sure if he was actually oblivious or being obtuse on purpose. You had been under the impression that Tom liked eating pussy but maybe he had just been pretending to enjoy it for your benefit. He was an actor, after all.
“Do you want to go down on me or not?”
His eyes widened in realization and he nodded eagerly. “Oh, you should’ve just said that.”
“I was trying to!”
“You kept skirting around it!” he argued.
“I didn’t want to say it outright...” you trailed off.
“Why? Are you embarrassed?” He was teasing you and you knew it.
“A little,” you admitted. “I’m not used to asking for what I want.”
He smirked, leaning down to kiss you on the mouth as he answered. “Well, you’d better get used to it.”
You were tempted to tell him it was pointless since this was the last time you were going to sleep together but you didn’t want to bring the mood down so you just nodded into the kiss and tried your best to forget about the depressing reality.
He broke away again, this time to take off his own clothes. You watched him pull his shirt over his head, bottom lip between your teeth as your gaze trailed the defined lines of his body.
“You’re so gorgeous,” you whispered, allowing yourself to reach out and touch him. Your fingers followed the same path as your eyes had and Tom shivered beneath your touch. You expected him to quip back with something smart, something to defuse the sincerity in your voice, but he didn’t. Instead, he pushed his hips forward so that he could grind against you.
A moan caught in your throat and you arched your back, meeting him halfway. The fabric felt good on your clit and the motion of his hips created the friction you had been searching for but you were worried about staining the material. You were already turned on, and your arousal was only building as Tom kissed his way down your neck. You would be mortified if there was a noticeable wet spot on the front of his pants when he pulled away.
For Tom, though, that seemed to be the last thing on his mind. His hands roamed your body like he was trying to memorize each and every curve, like he was an artist, committing your figure to memory so that he could sketch it in graphite once you left his bed.
“Did you want me to?” he asked suddenly.
“Want you to what?”
“Eat you out?”
You shifted a bit on the bed, shy all of the sudden. “Um, only if you want to.”
“Of course I want to, but I wanted to make sure you wanted me to.”
“I don’t know any girl who would turn that down,” you said, half chuckling, then rushed to add, “well there are some people who don’t like it, or prefer other things over it, you know? Or can’t enjoy it because they’re insecure and I mean, I’m not one of those people but-”
“Baby,” Tom cut you off. “A simple yes or no is all I need.”
“Yes. Please.”
Tom grinned and leaned back in to kiss you. “You’re cute.”
You didn’t have it in you to argue so you just pouted as you accepted the kiss. Tom groaned into your mouth, hands coming down to cup your breasts. His thumbs ran over your nipples making you gasp. You got lost in each other for a moment, original goal forgotten until Tom began kissing his way down your neck. He replaced one of the hands on your boobs with his mouth, tongue laving over your nipple just like it would your clit.
You didn’t want to rush him but you were also beginning to feel desperate so you brought a hand to his hair, running your fingers through it before pushing down lightly, trying to signal what you needed. The salt water had left his curls looser than usual, leaving it just long enough to fall into his eyes. Even after a shower, it was more wavy than anything. You thought it suited him. Then again, you thought everything suited him.
You weren’t sure how much time passed before Tom finally spoke.
“Want you to sit on my face,” he mumbled against your skin. “Please?”
You sat up a bit, unsure you’d heard him correctly. “Are you serious?”
“Are you going to make me beg?” he asked, not answering the question.
“No, I just... no one’s ever asked me to do that before.”
Tom seemed surprised, likely due to his knowledge of your sexual experience. “Really?”
You nodded. “The guys I usually go for aren’t very-”
“Good in bed?” he supplied.
“Well, yeah. And I’m usually the one asking the girls, so...”
A smirk passed over his face briefly as he processed the information before his expression fell into one of concern again. “Don’t feel like you have to do it just because I want to.”
“No, I know. I’m just a little nervous, I guess.”
“We can stop whenever you want. Just let me know.”
You shook your head and exhaled. “Okay. How should I...”
Tom rolled off of you and onto his back so that you could position yourself on top of him. He helped you straddle his face, big hands rubbing soothing circles on each of your thighs.
“Just so you know, my entire body still feels like jelly from surfing so you’re going to have to do all of the work.”
“I can do that.”
“Are you sure?”
Tom scoffed as if he was offended you’d even ask. “Positive. Do you think I’m weak?”
“N-no! I just-”
“I’ve got you, okay?”
You gulped. “Okay.”
“And that means don’t hover. When I say sit on my face I mean sit. You won’t crush me, if that’s what you’re scared of.”
It was like he could read your mind.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” you whispered in response.
He coaxed you into lowering yourself little by little until you were close enough for him to taste. You balanced your weight on your knees, still not confident enough to fully rest on him despite his words.
But Tom ended up getting his way in the end because as soon as his tongue touched your pussy, you were suddenly unable to hold yourself upright. You were barely two seconds in and your legs gave out on you, just like you predicted. You weren’t sure why you even tried to ‘hover’ in the first place.
You tried to soften the fall by throwing yourself forward so that at least the top half of your body weight wouldn’t come crashing down on his face but he caught you before your hands hit the mattress and pulled you back on top of him.
“I said not to hover.” It was muffled but you could still make it out.
After that, it was a blur. You couldn’t even worry about whether or not you were suffocating Tom. All you could think about was how fucking good his mouth felt on your cunt.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” you whimpered, still trying to keep your voice down.
Tom could only hum in affirmation but you were sure he would’ve had a thousand cocky lines on the tip of his tongue had the tip of his tongue not been inside of you.
You came hard with a quiet yelp of his name, thighs clenching around his head. He helped you through your orgasm as always, trying to make it as long as possible by encouraging you to ride his face.
You collapsed on the bed as soon as the aftershocks ebbed away, clutching your chest as you tried to catch your breath.
“Fuck, that was so hot,” Tom complimented.
“It... was... hot for me... too.”
He chuckled lightheartedly and reached for his crumpled t-shirt that he’d set against one of the pillows, using it to wipe his mouth and chin before dropping it on the floor. You made a face and he just shrugged, same stupid grin on his face.
“I’m going to wash it.”
You sighed. “I know, just...”
“Figured you wouldn’t want me dripping when I kissed you.”
“Oh, please,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes. “You’re being dramatic.”
“Am I? I think the stain on my pants would say otherwise.”
You didn’t even have time to be mortified because Tom was pressing his lips to yours, effectively erasing whatever you had been about to say from your mind. It was exactly what you’d been afraid of happening but he didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, he seemed to be even more aroused by it. You could feel how hard he was through his sweats as he rocked his hips against yours, all because of you.
“Don’t be embarrassed about it,” he murmured.
“How did you-”
“Because I know you. And I know you overthink everything. But I think it’s hot, I promise.”
You whined in response, not used to hearing sweet words in bed. His eyes softened as he gazed at you. They were still dark with lust but you could see flecks of fondness peeking through the desire. It made you remember what he said the first time you hooked up.
Who the fuck ever told you to apologize for being turned on?
“I’ll tell you as many times as you need to hear it,” he added with a peck to your nose. “Are you good to keep going?”
You nodded. “Yes, please. Need you.”
“I can tell.”
He was back to teasing you like nothing had happened which was oddly more comfortable. The sincerity of his words had scared you a little, reignited feelings you’d rather not address. It was already hard enough to repress them in intimate moments like these. The thought of Tom actually caring about you was more than you could handle.
“Let me grab a condom,” he mumbled, leaning towards the dresser.
He rifled through the top drawer for one and then shimmied out of his pants and underwear. You laid there motionless as you waited for him to roll one on, still a little out of it from cumming so hard the first time.
“You’re really going to have to do all of the work this time,” you told him. “I can’t feel my legs.”
“Not a problem,” he replied with a wink. “Do you want my fingers first?”
You considered it for a second. You did love his fingers but it was getting late and you both needed to get up relatively early in the morning. And you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t getting impatient for his dick.
“No, just go slow.”
“I’ll go as slow as you need me to.”
You winced as he pushed himself inside of you, hissing through your teeth at the stretch. It wasn’t bad, just a bit overwhelming, but Tom took your reaction as one of pain.
“Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry,” he grunted. “Should I stop?”
You shook your head. “Keep going.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Please keep going.”
He brought one of his hands down to where you were connected and began to rub your clit with his thumb to distract you from the slight discomfort. Soon, all of the feelings bled into pleasure, indistinguishable from each other, and you started pushing your hips up, weakly fucking yourself on Tom’s cock.
“Needy all of the sudden, aren’t we?” he mused.
“Always needy for you,” you moaned back.
You swore you could feel him twitching inside of you as he cursed. “Want me to move?”
“Please...”
He matched your pace in no time, fully taking over for you just like you’d wanted him to. He kept one hand on the headboard, half to keep his balance, half to keep it from banging against the wall. The other hand had moved from your clit to your face, where he was stroking your cheek with his thumb.
It was different than the other times you’d slept together. He was fucking you slow and deep, each thrust making your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“Fuck, how are you always so tight?” he asked.
You were too fucked out to answer. He didn’t seem to mind.
You weren’t sure how much time passed before he stopped suddenly, telling you to hold on for just as a second as he grabbed a pillow from behind you.
“Does that actually work?” you asked, propping yourself up on your elbows so that he could position it under your lower back.
“I’ve read great reviews.” He ignored the way you rolled your eyes. “Lay back down. How’s that?” He gave an experimental thrust, smiling cockily when your jaw went slack and your mouth fell open.
The change in angle allowed the head of his cock to rest against your g-spot, meaning whenever he moved he was hitting it dead-on. every. time.
“Tom, fuck!” you cried.
“Baby,” he warned.
You moaned again and he immediately shushed you. “What did I say about being quiet?” he growled.
“I t-told you that you’d have to figure out a way to make me,” you choked out.
Tom must have taken that as a challenge because as soon as you got the words out he was shoving two fingers into your mouth, making you suck on them. You moaned around them.
“That’s it, darling. Better?”
You nodded to the best of your ability. You wanted to tell Tom how hot he looked, how good he made you feel, how close you were to cumming but you couldn’t do any of that. To be fair, you doubted you’d be able to string a sentence together even if his fingers weren’t in your mouth.
“‘M close,” he admitted, sounding a little embarrassed. You weren’t sure why. He’d lasted a lot longer than a lot of your other partners. If anything it was impressive.
You tried mumbling out a me too but it was difficult with your mouth full. He seemed to get the idea, though and motioned for you to rub your clit to help you get there.
Tom came first, muffling a shout by biting your shoulder. You wished you could see his face, he was always so pretty when he came, but the sting from the bite was enough to throw you into your own orgasm.
Afterward, when you had both stopped trembling and regained enough muscle strength to move, Tom helped you get redressed. He instructed you to raise your arms above your head so that he could pull your shirt back on, laughing with you when your head got stuck.
You found yourself wishing that you could spend the night with him. It would be so nice to be able to fall asleep in his arms, to wake up next to him. You knew you couldn’t. It was just wishful thinking. You weren’t even sure if he wanted the same thing. You had always assumed that this was just sex to him, but his behavior towards you had made you start to think otherwise.
“You should shower,” Tom said softly, breaking the silence. He was suddenly unable to meet your gaze and you didn’t want to think about what that meant.
“What about you?” you asked.
“I’ll go after you. We probably shouldn’t...” he trailed off. “Not that I don’t want to-”
Idk what to call this, so I went for announcement, even though that sounds like something good is about to be said.
I have decided to quit writing, at least for now.
Before I begin explaining why, I wanna clarify some things first. My tumblr will still be here, I'm still gonna be here (though not as much). I still love Tom and Peter, I'm also still gonna read fanfics – primarily because there are some ungoing series I can't live without – it's only writing i will be quitting.
Now let's get to why. As you may or may not already have noticed, I haven't posted much lately, and my ungoing series (Still In My Heart) goes weeks without updated. That's all because I don't find enjoyment in writing anymore.
I hit a writers block like halft a year ago, but I got over it and started the SIMH series, which got updates every few days, but the last couple of chapters has felt like a chore. Which is why it has taken so long to post.
So I have decided to quit, there are 2 parts of SIMH left, which I'm of course going to finish, but that will be the end. At least I think so, who knows if I will pick up writing again.
I love you all so much. I'm so happy to have made so many new friends, and have so many people following and liking my content, so thank you all. I hope you understand my decision.
Love, Cec
This will be reblocked with both my mutuals and my taglist
⇾ summary – Just four months ago you broke up with your three years long term boyfriend, Tom Holland. After your break up you wrote a new album; 'Still In My Heart', which took the world by storm. But the thing that took you by storm, was when Tom suddenly started texting you again.
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⇾ a/n – This was the last part of the series, of course there will be a final epilouge, but then it's done. I hope you have enjoyed the series as much as I did. Even though I quit writing, I couldn't let this series be here unfinished.
⇾ summary – Just four months ago you broke up with your three years long term boyfriend, Tom Holland. After your break up you wrote a new album; 'Still In My Heart', which took the world by storm. But the thing that took you by storm, was when Tom suddenly started texting you again.
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⇾ a/n – This was the last part of the series, of course there will be a final epilouge, but then it's done. I hope you have enjoyed the series as much as I did. Even though I quit writing, I couldn't let this series be here unfinished.
i hope you guys are ready to celebrate 5k because i know i am!! once again, thank you so much and i love each and every one of you. so let’s get on with the beach-themed celebration :)
OK OK IK IM GETTING BACK TO YOU LIKE AN HOUR LATER, AND THIS IS GONNA SOUND SO CLIQUE- but a songfic based on all i wanted by paramore. i’m talking reader and peter being really close friends until he starts straying from reader and hanging out with mj more. maybe they get into a fight one day where reader goes to the tower for a mission briefing and sees that mj is there (superheros aren’t allowed to reveal identities at all, and peter never let reader in on anything, reader found out he’s spiderman on her own) AND THEN THEY ARGUE RIGHT? both say really hurtful stuff THEN THEN READER TAKES MATTERS INTO HER OWN HANDS. GOES ON THE MISSION ALONE. THE WORST HAPPENS AND THEY BARLEY FIND HER. you can choose whether she makes it out or not 🤷🏻♀️ BUT YEAH THATS WHAT I GOT
like her, love you
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w/c: 1,005
warnings: angst, mentions of injuries
a/n: bestie you have done it again! i can always count on you for some good old angst mwahaha it has kind of a happy ending but i think the people will appreciate that <3 also i just posted a sleepover so make sure to check that out y’all! happy reading
“talk to me, y/n. say something, anything.”
when you open your mouth to speak, you start to cough. you cough up dirt and dust, choke on it. you lie in the grass, where you’d landed. peter is kneeling on the grass in front of you. he has an arm behind your head for support, his free hand finding yours. he holds your intertwined hands against your chest.
the jet you had taken for your mission ran out of fuel mid-air. you never even made it there. you crashed, and it was only because of the tracker in your suit that peter was able to find you. he was supposed to go with you, but you two had gotten into a fight before you left. you decided to do the mission alone. you were heated and distracted coming off your argument, so you’d forgotten to refill the jet tank.
“peter? i… i…”
you try to sit up, resulting in another coughing fit, clutching at peter’s hand with both of yours. peter squeezes your hand in his back even tighter.
“just breathe, okay? just breathe. you can do it, y/n/n. deep breaths.”
peter inhales a breath and nods repeatedly, encouraging you to follow his lead. you wheeze at first, struggling to get air into your lungs. with peter’s help, your breathing eventually begins to even out.
“there you go. just like that.”
you let your head fall back on peter’s arm as you catch your breath. peter strokes your cheek with his gloved fingers, eyes staying fixed on you.
he’ll never let you out of his sight again.
he touches his index finger to his ear piece that he uses to communicate with the rest of the avengers.
“mr. stark? i found her. yeah, she’s alright. do you have the coordinates? okay. how long until you get here? okay, thank you.”
“tony’s coming?”
you lift your head up, but peter eases you back down.
“the whole team. they were really worried when they didn’t hear from you. we all care about you, so much.”
“do you?”
“how could you even ask that? you’re my best friend.”
“what about mj?”
“can i not have other friends?”
“i never said that.”
“no, but you implied it.”
you scoff and prop yourself up on your elbows.
“look, peter. i don’t care that you’re friends with mj. she’s cool. i care that you broke the rules, and you broke them for her.”
“i don’t know what you think you saw-“
“not think. i saw it.”
this is the same argument you’d had earlier.
when you arrived to avengers tower for your mission, mj was there. she was talking to peter, but not peter peter. spider-man peter. he was suited up, mask off, identity revealed.
tony has a strict policy about peter keeping his identity a secret. he’s experienced firsthand how much damage it does when your double lives overlap into one, and he doesn’t want his protege have to go through what he did. hence, the reason why peter wears the mask in the first place.
what’s the point if he’s exposing himself to mj? how could he even trust her?
you’re both friendly with mj in school, and she seems chill, but you don’t know much about her. her and peter are just getting close. he recently began hanging out with her outside of school, and apparently in the tower. you’ve been friends with peter and spider-man for years, and you had to figure out they were the same person on your own. he never told you.
but he told mj.
“please just give me a chance to explain.”
“i’m not interested in hearing it.”
you push yourself up to your feet, stumbling as you trek through the grass. you’re still a bit disoriented from your crash landing.
“where are you going?”
“back to the jet. don’t follow me.”
“it’s not gonna fly, you know. it’s out of fuel.”
you ignore peter and your dizziness and keep walking. peter’s fingers catch your wrist, forcing you to turn back and face him.
“the others will be here soon. just stay with me until they come. hear me out.”
your pride tells you no, but your love for him tells you yes. no matter how angry at him you are, he’s still your best friend.
you look down at your wrist in peter’s grasp, then up into his pleading eyes. you give in with a sigh. he lets go of you. you take a seat in the grass, sitting cross-legged. peter mirrors your actions.
“mj wasn’t supposed to find out. it was an accident.”
“what do you mean?”
“i was showing her around the tower, because you know my cover story, how i ‘intern’ there. thought it would be cool. mj sorta just put two and two together. she’s, like, really smart.”
“you never showed me around the tower.”
“why would i? you’re an avenger.”
“yeah, but i didn’t know you were… until i did.”
tears prick your eyes.
“how come you never told me? i’ve been friends with you way longer than mj, and she found out before i did. did you not think i could handle it?”
the tears escape. peter frowns and shifts closer to you.
“i knew you could.”
he dabs at the corners of your eyes with his thumbs, palms pressed to your cheeks.
“but that’s not the point.”
“then what is?”
“i didn’t tell you because i thought i was keeping you safe. i wanted to protect you. knowing my identity puts you in danger.”
you sniffle, more tears wetting your cheeks. your watery eyes meet peter’s.
“we’re best friends, y/n. nothing and no one could change that. i like mj, but i love you.”
you throw your arms around peter’s neck, hiding your face in his curls. a sob passes through your lips. peter hugs you back, making sure to be gentle because you’re still recovering from the crash. he kisses the side of your head and holds you in his arms, never once letting go.
One of my guy friends just told me he has a crush on me, like he shoot his shot, but I don't like him like that, what the fuck do i do???!? Help me please
i hit 7k last week which is absolutely insane woah thank you all so much? i love and appreciate every single one of you and your support makes my heart fucking explode :,) it’s been a while since my last sleepover so i thought i would do another to celebrate!
starts: august 7th, 2022 at midnight est
ends: august 14th, 2022 at midnight est
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❦ make a fic request (more info below)
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who i’ll write for
tom holland, peter parker, tasm!peter parker, arvin russell, michelle jones-watson, nathan drake, or anyone of your choice!
what i’ll write
smAUs/blurbs/headcanons, fluff/smut/angst, all pairings
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if you have any questions you can shoot me a message or ask! this is gonna be a blast y’all i can’t wait, much love
Idk what to call this, so I went for announcement, even though that sounds like something good is about to be said.
I have decided to quit writing, at least for now.
Before I begin explaining why, I wanna clarify some things first. My tumblr will still be here, I'm still gonna be here (though not as much). I still love Tom and Peter, I'm also still gonna read fanfics – primarily because there are some ungoing series I can't live without – it's only writing i will be quitting.
Now let's get to why. As you may or may not already have noticed, I haven't posted much lately, and my ungoing series (Still In My Heart) goes weeks without updated. That's all because I don't find enjoyment in writing anymore.
I hit a writers block like halft a year ago, but I got over it and started the SIMH series, which got updates every few days, but the last couple of chapters has felt like a chore. Which is why it has taken so long to post.
So I have decided to quit, there are 2 parts of SIMH left, which I'm of course going to finish, but that will be the end. At least I think so, who knows if I will pick up writing again.
I love you all so much. I'm so happy to have made so many new friends, and have so many people following and liking my content, so thank you all. I hope you understand my decision.
Love, Cec
This will be reblocked with both my mutuals and my taglist
