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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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34+35
request: @spideyspeaches : pranking Peter with lyrics 😂😂 of 34+35 😏
warnings: implied sex, language, peter being a doofus
a/n: hehdhdjd
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the can we still 34 + 35 LMAO djdjfjfnfnfnfj
Spider-Man Masterlist
hey y’all ! i’ve compiled a full masterlist of all my spider-man writings - the series, the blurbs, all of it - so that it’s easy to find everything ! hope this is helpful ! my recommendation for reading is though there are blurbs that are in chronological order of the series, i would recommend reading the whole series first & then going & reading the blurbs. so maybe read ‘far from you (home)’ first & then the pre & post ‘far from you (home)’ blurbs before reading ‘something sinister’ enjoy ! - marlie b
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SERIES MASTERLISTS
PART I — FAR FROM YOU (HOME)
SUMMARY: y/n stark is really not here for this european school vacay because in this post-endgame world, she’s mourning the loss of her dad. but one (1) sticky boi peter parker is just trying to be the friend he once was while also trying not to flirt too much because if she rejects him (which she wouldn’t, not that he knows that) while they’re in venice holy hell he’ll just pitch himself off the gondola right then and there. basically, y/n has been distancing herself & peter misses her & this school trip is a great way for him to coax her back into the real world & y/n really loves peter but is super sensitive and scared to lose him & also mysterio shows up at some point ugh @ nick fury leave ned leeds alone
PART II — SOMETHING SINISTER
SUMMARY: y/n stark & peter parker are finally dating & they are all about it. senior year is only barely underway but they are ready to party hard with their friends, sneak around the compound to make out, & enjoy the last year before their future begins with college & more schooling. the future is unknown, but one thing is for sure - y/n & peter just want a freaking break. that field trip was a shit show & things are finally back to normal. but they’re both avengers & powerful ones at that, so they have to make some idiot enemies along the way that are obviously going to try & wreck their lives. villains really have no class anymore; can’t they see that peter just wants to snuggle his girlfriend?
PART III — SECRET WARS
SUMMARY: all peter & y/n want to do is graduate college & get to work in the real world without any distractions. they just want to hang out with their friends, redecorate their apartment, & finally go on the spring break trip they’ve planned now for four (4) years that always ends up not happening. but of course when some weird stuff starts happening & avengers start going missing, the two youngest avengers have to get their shit together & figure out what the hell a beyonder is & where all their teammates are disappearing to. not to mention y/n is really done with the human torch trying to flirt with her boyfriend literally right in front of her like wtf does she have to do shove her tongue down peter’s throat in front of him? maybe.
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BLURBS
just some pre & post fics blurbs about our fav webby boi peter p & his girl y/n stark living their best lives asked about by our fav readers (they’ve been placed in chronological order, not the order in which they were written just fyi)
* PRE - FAR FROM YOU (HOME): *
Fruit Salad Showers - peter falls asleep on the ceiling, y/n goes out on her first patrol & steve can’t turn down a challenge from tony
Weight of Your Fingertips - peter needs some cuddles & y/n decides her bed isn’t her own anymore because bodies are better than pillows
Spidey Code Sleepover - peter & y/n go on their first mission, tony cannot believe how stubborn his daughter is & cap is tired of babysitting
Five Pizzas & A Secret - tony is on a rampage & y/n saves peter’s ass while kicking steve’s in chess & tony ends up buying dinner
The MJ of it All - y/n realizes for the 1st time that peter might have feelings for mj, & steve rogers goes into true dad mode
Team Stark - peter said hell yeah to fighting for team stark in civil war but he never said which stark he was fighting for
Little Angst Babies - harry osborn is the new kid in town, y/n loves pineapple on her pizza, & peter is a lost baby boy with too many emotions
Busy With Kisses - peter & y/n return from their impromptu monte carlo vacay & tony is such a dad about it good lord
* POST - FAR FROM YOU (HOME) / PRE - SOMETHING SINISTER: *
The New Normal - y/n suffers from the chemical effects of mysterio’s attack & peter suffers from being secretly head-over-heels in love
Bedtime Confessions - peter’s nightmares cause y/n to spill some secrets & peter breaks into bruce’s computer just for funsies
Sweaty Palms Season - just some first date jitters, peter steals some rosé from rhodey, & no one can make out in a car in peace anymore
Senior Year Reveal - peter literally kisses y/n once in the cafeteria & everyone loses their shit & flash starts a group call about it
Chicken Curry Soup - peter has a real bad cold but just wants to make out with y/n at a party so life is just real hard you guys
That Kind of Way - peter is ripped in gym class, y/n’s horniness suffers in silence, and senior year is getting sexy baby
* POST - SOMETHING SINISTER / PRE - SECRET WARS: *
Mommy Issues - peter meets an unexpected visitor, everyone goes for a long weekend at the lake post-grad, & you tan so nicely peter might die
Bulletproof Future - the gang is back together freshmen year of college, gwen stacy flirts with peter & flash bestow wisdom on y/n
Homage to Heartbreak - the small breakup peter & y/n go through doesn’t feel too small when gwen stacey tries to swoop in
Weekend Retreat - y/n’s kidnapping her sophomore year of college trends on twitter, peter is a lost puppy with a motorbike
Bagels, Bruises & Broken Thongs - peter almost chooses robotics over sex, y/n blackmails peter with bagels, & gracie calls it like she sees it
Sexy Sloppy Secrets - the 2 times peter & y/n try to get it on & the one time they do, also peter’s roomie totally knows he’s spider-man oops
* POST - SECRET WARS: *
Little Auntie Morgan - peter almost gives may a heart attack & bucky ruins a perfectly good pregnancy announcement goddamn it
Kids These Days - the teen avengers are doing their best, kids forget to wear seat belts & peter is so done with babysitting
Baby Curls & Sandy Toes - baby benji parker has two grandmas and they are both so in love and obsessed with him
Baby Freckles - benji asks 1000+ questions, there’s a new baby parker in town, & 11 o’clock is a great time for ice cream
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The Third Time.
summary: Peter Parker does his best to try and save everyone, but sometimes, his best just isn’t enough.
author’s note: I am so sorry in advance… I read a super sad fic and got in the mood to write absolute angst, and this emerged. Shout out to @thomas-holl for fueling my angst inspiration, and, uh, enjoy, I guess. (Also, I recommend you listen to ‘Fourth of July’ by Sufjan Stevens while reading bc that was a huge inspo for it.) Can maybe be considered as an alternate ending to Crush
wordcount: 1,044
warnings: tragic sadness. absolute angst. seriously, i made myself cry (on a train, might i add). don’t read if you don’t wanna be sad.
Peter Parker x Reader
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Peter Parker saved your life two times, and both instances you remember vividly. The first time, you were blissfully unaware that the masked hero of New York was your childhood best friend recently turned boyfriend – you’d had your headphones in (stupid) as you’d stepped out onto the busy Manhattan street, not checking both ways (stupid) as you replied to a text on your phone.
A hijacked freightliner had come barreling down the street, swerving like a madman and headed directly for you. You’d frozen, your life flashing in front of your eyes as you tried to come to terms with the fact that you were about to die. Miraculous, a flash of blue and red had swept you off your feet (quite literally) and deposited you safe and sound on the opposite pavement.
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Daisies & Daydreams Chapter 1
Hello friends! Here’s the first chapter of Daisies & Daydreams, send me an ask to be added to the taglist!
This is for @uglypastels Writing Challenge!
Warnings - Angst, Mentions of fights, Mentions of injuries
Word Count - 5397
Thank you to @uglypastels for the lovely moodboard as well!
Your whole life, you had always scoffed at the phrase “all of my choices have lead me here”. But, staring at your childhood best friend with tears stinging in your eyes and a heavy lump in your throat, you couldn’t help but wonder what you could have said and done differently to avoid ending up here. You would do anything, say anything in order to avoid this exact situation. You had a hard time looking at him, knowing that his heart was just as broken as yours was.
It sometimes felt like yesterday that all of this had happened to you. You could remember the day you met Tom and Harrison as if it were only yesterday. It was the only early memory you had left, thanks to childhood amnesia. You were no older than three years old when your dad, a born and raised Englishman, decided it was high time to pack up your lives based in Jud North Dakota (population seventy-five, including your small family of three) and move back to his hometown in Kingston.
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The five times Peter almost kissed you and the one time he did
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Summary: slow burn, everyone’s a cockblock and Peter is Fed Up
Word Count: 4.9k
Warnings: language? honestly i don’t even remember
A/n: working on a new series for y’all but thought I would post this in the meantime! enjoy luvs
Feedback is appreciated! <3
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Timing is often difficult to get right, or at least that’s what you told yourself as you struggled to get your blows in rhythm with each other. Peter dodged them easily, a smirk adorning his lips as he saw your frustration building.
“Here, Y/n,” Peter said, catching your forearm easily. “Take a breath. You’re overthinking things today.” His warm brown eyes were fixed on yours intently, and you took his advice, closing your eyes as you inhaled, feeling your lungs expand, the fire in your windpipe slowly dissipating.
“I’m not overthinking things,” you grumbled, opening your eyes. Peter raised an eyebrow. You could practically feel judgement rolling off his body and onto yours. “How am I supposed to just not think?” you asked, crossing your arms.
“Use your reflexes,” Peter said, throwing a jab at your face, and you blocked it with your arm. “There you go,” he said encouragingly. “That’s better.” You rolled your eyes, walking off the mat and grabbing your water. Peter followed you, his footsteps lightweight and nimble.
“The bad guys aren’t going to be throwing punches at half-speed, Peter,” you said, taking a sip of water. Not all the water made it into your mouth, some of it spilling out the side and dribbling down your chin. Annoyed, you wiped it away, vaguely aware of Peter’s amused expression.
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all for you | CEO!tom holland x reader | teaser
SUMMARY: When you hooked up with the hot, rich, British stranger in the bar, you never thought you’d end up actually catching feelings.
based on the song “video games” by lana del rey
WARNINGS (for the full fic): we’ve got quite a bit of smut, angst, and fluff. (she’s a triple threat)
“I need a favor,” Tom said urgently, leaning against the bar as you dried off a beer glass and stacked it with the other ones. You raised an eyebrow at him. Haven’t the two of you been doing favors for each other for months now?
“What kind of favor?”
“How would you feel about going to a wedding in a few weeks?”
“A wedding?”
“In Malibu.” He smiled hopefully, making you more suspicious about the circumstances of this wedding.
“Malibu?” He nodded. “That’s literally on the other side of the country.” You said as you grabbed a tip that somebody had left you off of the bar, stuffing it in your pocket. “For how long?”
“A week.”
“A week?”
“Are you gonna keep repeating everything?” He gave you a cheeky grin and you scowled at him.
“Tom I would have to take off work.”
“I know, I know. But I promise it’ll be like every other time. You won’t have to pay for a single thing. I’ll even buy you a pretty new dress to wear.” He gave you a cocky grin and you rolled your eyes, nodding.
“Yeah, I know how it works by now.” You leaned against the bar. “And this is a work thing?”
“Not exactly.” He trailed off.
“What do you mean by that?”
“How would you feel about meeting my family?”
“Tom.”
“It’s my cousin Theo’s wedding.” He sighed. “It’s kind of a really big deal. I haven’t been home in over a year and he’s the first one of us kids to get married and I’m one of the groomsmen.” He rambled on.
“It’s one thing to bring me to your business events as your date which so many of the other guys do, but to bring me to your cousin’s wedding, where your parents will be?”
“I know it’s a little much-“
“A little much? Tom, you don’t bring a girl to a wedding to meet your family for the first time unless it’s something serious. What, were you planning on saying? ‘Hey guys, this is my fuck buddy who I buy things for.’”
“I mean, I was planning on telling them you were my girlfriend.” He said and your eyes widened.
“Your girlfriend? You’re okay with lying to your family like that?”
“It’s not that I want to lie to them,”
“Why do you even want to bring me anyway?” He gave you an awkward smile.
“Well, Harrison and I were talking to my parents a couple of days ago and he mentioned you and my mom asked if we were dating,”
“And you said yes?!” You raised your voice.
“I panicked!” He threw his hands up in defense.
“Tom.” You groaned, putting your head in your hands. You didn’t mean to get so worked up about this but, shit, this was supposed to be casual and bringing you to his cousin’s wedding, where you would meet his family was definitely not casual.
“I’m sorry, okay? But she asked if I was going to bring you to the wedding and I said that you’d have to see if you could get off of work, so if you don’t want to go I understand and we can just tell her you couldn’t.” He explained. “But I wouldn’t be asking you this if it wasn’t important.” You looked up at him through your fingers. He was giving you a look that you knew was gonna win you over. It did seem really important to him and it would be a great opportunity to get away from the cold here in New York, and it would probably be a lot of fun. God. When did you become so whipped for this boy? You sighed, standing up straight again.
“Okay.” You nodded and his face instantly lit up which, in turn, caused you to smile and your heart to flutter. He grabbed your hands and kissed them over and over, making you giggle.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
“When do we leave?”
“Two weeks from today.” He seemed almost giddy about the fact that you were going to the wedding. You leaned over the bar, grabbing his hands and toying with his fingers and giving him a sultry smile.
“And you promise to buy me whatever dress I pick out?” You swore his eyes darkened with lust. He returned your smile and leaned in closer.
“I’ll buy you anything you want, pretty girl.” He gave you that look. The look that told you he wanted to jump your bones. “What time do you get off tonight?”
“Ten.”
“I’ll pick you up then?” He asked, cocking one eyebrow.
“You better.” He gave you a low chuckle that made your stomach do flips.
Fuck. You really were screwed.
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that summary sucks, but this fic will be coming out very soon. let me know if you’d like to be tagged when it does :)
dipping in a natural hot spring with tom? (nsfw or sfw, up to you!)
@thomas-holl sorryyy this took so long but I hope you like it!!!
“Are you sure this is legal?” you asked as you ducked beneath the thick branch, following Tom through the woods.
“I’m sure we’ll be fine. Jake wouldn’t have told me about this if it’d get me into trouble,” Tom called over his shoulder.
“Wouldn’t he, though?”
You stepped up next to him and Tom gave you a look, pursing his lips before nodding.
“Yeah, he wouldn’t do that. Now stop the whining, we’re almost there,” he told you and grabbed your hand, dragging you along after him.
“Geez, okay okay, I’m coming.”
After stumbling through the thicket, you were standing on a cliff overseeing a beautiful natural spring. The water was a deep turquoise and incredibly clear, you could see the stones that were laying on ground of the water from where you were standing.
“Oh my god it’s beautiful,” you gasped out and Tom smirked smugly at you.
“Told you.”
He dropped his backpack on the ground and tugged his shirt off, tossing it on the backpack.
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Curious: Part Two
Requested? Yes
By: anonymous
Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader (College Roommates Au)
Anonymous said to thirsttrapholland: I’m a sucker for roommate au’s and I can’t help but feel like there would be so much sexual tension to the point where you’re like “are you gonna blow my back out or not??” ((Ik this is an old trope but !))
A/N: Can’t apologize enough for how long this took, but hope you think it was worth the wait. Will there be a part three? Yes, no, maybe? Will it be posted before the year 2020? Who knows?
Warning(s): Smut, masturbation, Tom being a cocky little shit, voyeurism, adult language, angst
Word count: 5672
Picture found on: Pinterest
Feedback is always appreciated.
Bold italics are song lyrics.
This part took a much angstier (is that a word) turn than i had originally intended it to. Don’t hurt me for this. 😄
Also, it was very late when I edited and posted this so i apologize for any typos, grammatical errors, total nonsense or general suckiness.
“You did what?” The other cashiers looked up as Kylie’s loud voice ripped through the relatively quiet atmosphere of the bookstore. Her loud outburst called attention not only to the fact that she wasn’t on the sales floor folding sweatshirts, which is where she was supposed to be, but also to the fact that you had probably just shared a particularly juicy piece of gossip.
“I’ve got access to a PA system here. I’d have made a formal announcement if I wanted everyone to know about this.” You had made the classic mistake of thinking she would be discrete about what taken place between you and Tom the night before.
“Sorry, but you can’t tell me that you spent the night peeping in on Tom having sex and expect me not to react.”
“Don’t say it like that.”
“Like what?”
“I didn’t spend the night peeping on him. You make it sound like I was camped out with binoculars and a bowl of popcorn.”
“Maybe you should have. Word of mouth maintains that he puts on quite the show.”
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DO YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING???? I need a part 3 (and probably 4 and 5 and 6 ad infinitum) holy shit
In the meantime these were some of my fave bits (tho I genuinely loved the whole thing):
And as for his ass? It was like a ripe little peach and you had been consumed with the desire to take a bite ever since you’d seen it.
I straight up squealed. Big mood.
Tom Holland was the most frustrating combination of attractive and annoying that you’d ever come across in one human being in your entire life.
I felt this in my soul.
The shirt was just tight enough to show off his pecs and biceps without looking like he was trying too hard. His hair was product free for a change; the chocolate colored curls looking soft, fluffy and just begging to be played with.
There were some truly beautiful images from part 1 but this one had me feeling some type of way
“You’re like three feet away from me. This isn’t a church camp social. You don’t need to leave room between us for the holy spirit.”
I cackled at this fkondjdnf
“Did you like watching me?” His lips brushed against your ear as he spoke. An accident of proximity you told yourself; he was so damn close. “Did watching me fuck turn you on?”
And it was at this point that I lost my fucking mind.
here are the prompts i was talking about: 1. sick character getting faint or nauseous in the shower 2. needing to be helped in the bath/shower by a caretaker because the sick character is too weak, dizzy, out of it, etc. 3. falling asleep in the bath (especially if it's leaned against the chest of a caretaker who's helping them) 4. tepid baths/showers to lower a fever that's too high-when it's totally impractical to get them in a proper bath/shower. (you can pick, but my fave is 3. with peter?)
Peter knew that this was coming. He had been telling you for weeks that if you didn’t slow down and take time for yourself that you were gonna get sick. And instead of just listening to him, you had just muttered off some sarcastic response and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
But sure enough, here you were two weeks later sick as a dog in bed. Your head was pounding so hard that it felt like a marching band was practicing and you had already forgotten what it felt like to breathe out of your nose. And you didn’t even wanna think about how scratchy and deep your voice sounded right now or the way your throat felt raw.
The two of you had been holed up in your room, catching up on Stranger Things. Whereas Peter was lounging around just in a pair of sweatpants, you were wrapped up like a little burrito. But no matter how many layers you added, you still couldn’t get warm enough.
“Come on babe, let’s get you in the tub.” Peter whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of your head before helping you out of the bed. His heart ached at the sight of you, feeling a bit helpless that there wasn’t much he could do.
Your shirt was almost like a second layer of skin and your hair was matted to your head. Sweat was rolling off your body each time your fever broke and you either felt like you were too hot or freezing to death.
“Don’t wanna.” You grumbled, shifting around in his arms before smushing your face against his chest. “Too much effort.” Peter chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, finding a little relief in the way that you were being stubborn and trying to fight him on something, even if it was something that was good for you.
“I’ll put some of that soak stuff in there that you like, the one that smells like lavender and has all that bubbles. That sound good to you babe?” He felt you nod your head against his chest and carefully sat you down on the counter before he started the tub.
Peter knew how hot you enjoyed your baths and even though that may have been what you wanted right now, too much heat wasn’t good for you. He tested the water with his hand, satisfied with the lukewarm temperature and poured some of the bubble bath in.
While he waited for the tub to fill up, he hesitated on his decision to help you undress or not. On one hand, he knew that you had never cared before about him helping you after a mission or whether it was just getting ready for the night. But there was something different about seeing you be so vulnerable while being sick and he didn’t want to make you feel anymore uncomfortable than you already were.
“You gonna help me undress or not spider-boy?” You smirked, a cough tickling at the back of your throat when you tried not to giggle at the blush tinting his cheeks. “Come on need your help, arms feel like noodles.”
“Stand up and lean against me then babe.” He gently helped you raise your arms up, keeping his eyes on your face as he slipped the t-shirt off and dropped it on the floor next to you. You closed your eyes and nearly groaned at the feeling of his fingers on your hips and legs as he pulled down your sweats and underwear, the gentleness of the moment almost bringing tears to your eyes.
“Please get in with me, please Peter.” You didn’t want to sound needy, but you were in pain and you were sick and even though you had all the medicine in the world at your disposal, all you wanted right now was him.
His heart almost broke when he heard the slight tilt in your voice and felt your heartbeat just a little bit faster than it was a few moments before. This was one of the times that he practically hated his senses, because he could feel your pain buzzing through his veins and all he wanted was to get rid of it for you.
“Gonna put you in first and then slide in behind you okay? Just need you to lean up for me and hold onto the side of the tub so you don’t slip and die on me, cause that would be really hard to explain to Sam and Bucky babe.” He smiled when he saw the slight raise of your shoulders and knew that you were smiling and gigging to yourself at the little joke.
You moaned at the feeling of the water covering up your body and mentally thanked Peter for choosing the right temperature that he knew would make you feel comfortable. Your muscles practically cried out in joy at being able to relax for just a moment and the scent of lavender floating through the air made your brain shut off for just a few moments.
Peter slid in behind you, his senses going into overdrive for a moment when he felt your slick, soft skin being pressed against his chest. But he focused his hearing on your heartbeat and your breathing, waiting for it to even out just enough to know that you were comfortable.
“Thank you for this.” You mumbled, turning your head just enough to press a kiss to his arm before letting your body go lax against his. The combination of the lavender, the water, and having Peter hold you up was the perfect cure to this cold from hell and you finally felt able to rest for the first time in days.
“Would do it any time babe. Always wanna take care of my girl.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of your head before getting the two of you settled. “Now just rest please, close your eyes and rest babe.”
“Won’t let me get too pruny right? Don’t wanna look like an old lady, then you won’t find me attractive.” You mumbled, your words a bit slurred as you fought to keep your eyes open. You wanted to stay awake and enjoy this moment just a little bit longer.
“No babe,” Peter chuckled, the vibrations of his laughter lulling you to sleep. “Won’t let you get too pruny and there is never gonna be a time that I don’t find you attractive.”
“Mmm, good. Love you.” Your body slid back against his, finally relaxing just enough to let you get some sleep. Peter pressed a few more kisses to the side of your head, letting out a sigh when he felt that overwhelming buzz of his skin fade away a little when he felt you fall asleep.
“Love you too babe, love you always.”
Band-Ten-Heart
Summary: A long bus ride provides Peter the perfect opportunity to tell you how he feels. Now all he needs to do is actually talk to you.
Warnings: Fluff! cursing, some angst if you use a magnifying glass, probably some improper comma usage, marching band lingo.
Word Count: 2.2k
A/N: Here it is! My very first fic :D A lot of this is based off of my own experiences in high school marching band so, y’know, take this with a grain of salt or whateva. Feedback is always appreciated so… let me know what you think, I guess.
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Afterglowparker’s Bday Blurb Weekend! 💓
Hi friends! So on Friday (July 26th) I’ll be celebrating my 19th birthday, which isn’t a significant age, but hey, I made it another year! I thought it might be fun to host a lil’ blurb weekend/sleepover in honor of it, so i’m throwing this post up today since I’ll be busy all tomorrow. I also wanted to make sure there’s enough time for people to send things in, since this is shorter than my typical celebrations. So:
I write for Peter Parker
Accepting requests from July 25th-July 28th
You can send me you own ideas or a prompt from here, here, or here (just please state what list it comes from, or just paste it into the ask!)
Feel free to talk to me about whatever/send in your own blurbs too! I might expand on it or post as is.
I do not write smut and reserve the right to not write any request I receive that makes me uncomfortable or I feel I can’t do justice.
We love a good angst and/or fluff piece!
Everything will be tagged #milans19th
I will try and keep these blurbs under 800 words, but you never know with me.
ALSO I FORGOT BUT MAYBE CONSIDER CHECKING OUT MY WRITING CHALLENGE! 💓
oop imagine being friends to lovers w peter and texting and it just goes all like “thanks dude” “?” “i mean baby*” GEJDHDJDHDHD ! 🥺
why is that LITERALLY peter
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Peter had become accustomed to being so close to you that when you two had started dating, the only thing that changed was your relationship status. You still came over to his place to take naps and study. He walked you home after school before he needed to suit up and go on patrol (and kept his backpack at your house for safekeeping). The both of you took turns buying each other breakfast, lunch, and dinner and still fought over the bill until one of you won.
The one major thing that changed was how often you two would hold hands in public and in secret. You shared stolen kisses after lunch, before he went on patrol, and when he came back to retrieve his backpack. If you were going to be fast asleep, you made sure to unlock the window and Peter would be sure to leave you with a forehead kiss, even if you didn’t realize he had done it.
For two teenagers, you were intimate in your very own way. Intimacy did not have to correspond to one’s physical closeness to their partner nor the amount of times they engage in sexual activities. So you and Peter’s definition of intimacy was written as such: in which two people feel completely and utterly close to each other that there lies no secrets between the two inviduals and both parties feel comfortable enough to tell a secret.
That was you and Peter. It had always been, even before you both realized your romantic feelings for each other. So in your early months of dating, nothing in your relationship and friendship changed aside from hand holding and longing kisses. You two were still best friends. Best friends who liked to kiss.
Three weeks in and you were on your way to Delmar’s out of sheer craving, despite it being in the opposite direction to get to your house. With a rumbling stomach and a hunger for one of their famous sandwiches, you texted Peter you’d be going and getting his usual.
y/n bitchass l/n: i’m gonna to go delmar’s
peter dumb bitch parker: oooh boy you already KNOW it’s going down
y/n bitchass l/n: i’m having this ridiculous craving so i’m gonna buy us some sandwiches before studying. you still like it smushed right???
peter dumb bitch parker: why, yes i do
y/n bitchass l/n: okay!! don’t bother paying me back tho it’s on me
peter dumb bitch parker: thanks dude
y/n bitchass l/n: ???
peter dumb bitch parker: …i mean thanks baby
y/n bitchass l/n: no problem, sugar daddy xoxo
peter dumb bitch parker: jesus christ just get the sandwiches
y/n bitchass l/n: 💓💓💓
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ASH WHAT Are you DOING to me?!?!? I missed your writing so much, this series is amazing, I can’t begin to tell you how you had me the entire chapter, ilysm So. Damn. Intrigued over the note thing tho, I’m crying myself to sleep
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smoke and mirrors [chapter 1]
The Streetcar named desire
pairing: tom holland x fem!reader
word count: 2k
warnings: smut, profanity
updates: saturdays!
a/n: i am reuploading this fic cause tumblr messed up big time the first time. anyway, i didn't plan on writing a lot of smut but my hand slipped (oops) so please don't read after the warning if you're underage. also, others, let me know if I should include more of it! happy reading!
___
You hummed sleepily as you felt warmth encompass you; the warmth undoubtedly being Tom's body. You felt his chest press against your back, felt his arm slide under your stomach and pull you close.
"Mornin' love," you mumbled into the pillow.
You didn't really want to wake up. Tom's touch, the covers, his room were all too warm and far too comforting. For a moment you could pretend you didn't have responsibilities and expectations to live up to. It was just you and him. Him and you. A perfect forever.
You were almost drifting off again when you felt Tom's fingers push one of your bra straps aside and then, a moment later, his plump lips kiss your shoulder.
"Morning," he whispered hoarsely, kissing a trail towards your neck, before turning you towards himself.
You blinked open one eye, gazing at his hazy form sleepily. "I don't want to be awake yet."
Tom reached over to run his hand down your back. It was a soft gesture but you knew what he was up to. You blinked a couple of more times, albeit reluctantly as Tom's face cleared before you. His curls were in complete disarray, eyes crusty from sleeping in and lips puckered in a funny way. And yet, there were fewer things in the world, more adorable than him in this moment.
Completely disregarding your comment, Tom decided to slide on top of you.
You groaned in mock dismay as he settled down on you because you had to admit, the pressure felt wonderful.
"Tom, what in the-," you began but were cut off by his lips gently pressing against your own.
Morning cuddles were a daily ritual with Tom. You never got enough of them.
"I'm so lucky," he murmured once you broke apart. He was now half on top of you and half on the bed, one arm propping his head up beside your own.
He looked at you fondly then, trailing a lazy finger down the length of your arm.
You brushed a curl of his hair aside, smiling.
"Oh, so we're in that mood today."
"What mood?"
"The I'm-going-to-melt-Y/N-with-my-words mood."
He smiled. "I'm always in the mood for that, love," he retorted, squeezing your waist, which was where his hand now rested.
"As much as I'd love to stay and hear everything you have to say about me, I- we- have work to do," you sighed, caressing his cheek gently.
The reluctance with which you said it was even more evident when you didn't move to shift from under him. Not your fault, he was mesmerizing. God he looked beautiful above you; freckles and curls galore.
"I hear ya," he whispered, nodding as his fingers slipped inside your underwear.
You gasped. The nerve.
You slapped his arm gently, almost wanting to give in to his obvious desire but, but, work.
He pouted at you, clearly disappointed.
"You could spare two minutes. I promise I won't take long," he mused, suppressing a grin. You noticed that his fingers were still resting on your hip bone.
Why, o' heaven's above, did this man have to make everything so difficult?
"You wish," you said, biting down your lip to stop yourself from blushing at his cheekiness. You shifted a little under him, trying to find wriggle room to escape.
"Get off!," you huffed, when he didn't budge.
Tom looked at you for a long moment and then sighed, lifting himself off of you and sliding onto the bed.
"When will I see you next?" he asked, as you rose from the bed and headed towards the shower.
"Tonight."
"That's a," he glanced at the tiny alarm clock on the bedside table, "- whole fourteen fucking hours."
You looked at him for a moment, his puppy eyes almost getting the better of you. But two years was good practice enough and you shook your head. Besides, it was fun to watch him suffer.
"Patience, Holland."
*
Some days at the Corp were just plain boring. Nothing of consequence happened on such days, you had to merely sit through the whole day, attending meeting after meeting to discuss short plans. These meetings you could easily avoid but you were a dedicated worker.
The Corp was where it was today because you had never slackened.
After finishing the third meeting for the day, you settled back into your office, scanning through your mail to reply to some of the pending ones.
Just as you hit send on one of the replies, there was a knock on the door.
"Hey," Lucas Valdez, your PA, entered holding a large number of envelopes. You smiled at him as he placed them on your desk.
"Thanks. How'd the date go yesterday?"
"He was a total bore," he said, shaking his head in disappointment and his curls flopped on his head.
"Aw, I'm sorry! Don't worry, you'll find someone nice soon," you said, handing him a few files. "Also could you please send these to Lopez, Sharma and Phil for me? I need them to meet me."
Lucas nodded in confirmation and politely left.
You decided to go through the post as well because it was a boring day anyway and nothing could possibly bore you more.
You quickly leafed through them; a couple of advertisements, a few job applications (you kept those aside) and one small, plain envelope. There was no name on it, no stamp.
Huh. Strange.
You grabbed the letter opener and sliced the envelope open. A smaller piece of paper slid out of it.
The material looked quite expensive and vaguely familiar. Your eyebrows furrowed as you picked it up. It felt like it was an office paper but you couldn't be sure.
You turned it over. Written in a perfect, cursive handwriting and neon red ink were the words:
"Nothing is as it seems."
Something you know too well with the secrets you keep,
As you sow, so shall you reap,
Learn, lest you fall,
Beware, take from you, I will all.
You read it once, twice.
Now, you were a pretty famous public figure. Getting hate mail was a part of the job description but that didn't make it any easier.
The poem left you feeling just as uncomfortable as others had before. Nevertheless, this was still new. People were rarely this poetic in them.
What secrets were they talking about? If they meant you and Tom..
As if on cue, your personal phone chimed with an incoming notification.
Tom <3
I'm at your place.
Fourteen hours. I'm counting.
You smiled in spite of yourself and clicked the phone off, deciding to leave him on read. More the suffering, the better.
You glanced back at the note, the uneasiness settling over you once again. What could they be possibly talking about? If it was a hate mail it was unnervingly vague. And if it was someone's idea of a cruel joke, it was working.
Just then someone knocked at your door again and you hastily pocketed the note. It was Lopez, Phil and Sharma.
You blinked at them, struggling for a split second to remember why they were here.
Get a hold of yourself.
You smiled, recalling that you were the one who had asked for them. As they say down and began talking, you did your best to push the words to a far corner of your mind, the left side of your pants feeling strangely heavy.
*
[smut warning]
You found Tom in the living room that was attached to the kitchen, talking to someone on the phone. He motioned to you that he'd take a couple of minutes and you nodded, slipping inside the kitchen.
Your cook had, as always, laid out a scrumptious meal for you and Tom to down. You had barely opened the lid to the first bowl when Tom called from behind you.
"Your fourteen hours are up, Miss."
You turned to him, holding the bowl of pasta in hand. He was dressed in a plain white tee and your favorite grey sweatpants.
"I've still got half an hour left," you said nonchalantly, picking one piece of pasta and popping it into your mouth.
Tom watched you chew it slowly. It was completely involuntary that you let out a moan at the warmth that spread through your chest; you were actually famished.
"That's it, you little shit," Tom muttered under his breath and the next thing you knew you were being pushed against the counter, Tom's hands working down your body in a frenzy. He unbuttoned your shirt faster than you could process and chucked it to the floor. In another swift motion, he pulled off his own shirt as well before pulling you close again. His lips slammed against your own and then you couldn't really think at all. You moaned as he ground his hips into you, his hardening length pressing against your abdomen. You let your hands wander to his hair as he continued to grind into you, your knees already giving way under you. Warmth filled the base of your stomach as you slackened against him, mouth hanging open and eyes fluttering shut.
Just as your hands moved to his neck, he stopped, dragging his lips to your ear.
"I'm going to finish what I started and you're not going to say a thing," he grunted, his voice dropping low.
Before you could respond however, he'd turned you around and pushed you further up against the counter. You could feel him press against you, your shoulder blades digging into the hard muscle of his chest.
He thrust one hand into your pants and under your panties, fingers finding your wetness immediately.
His lips attached themselves to your neck and then he began to work you.
You moaned loudly as his middle and index finger dipped inside your already aching core and began to scissor their way through. His lean fingers knew exactly how and what to do and you immediately collapsed against him, groaning. He twisted and squeezed at your clit as his lips sucked hard on the skin of your shoulder. A flick of his wrist made you buck against him and you heard a deep chuckle rumble behind you.
Fuck.
Tom loved marking you. It wasn't good sex until you'd woken up with a few hickeys all over your back and chest.
Meanwhile, his other hand had unhooked one half of your bra and cupped your breast, thumb playing with your nipple. Your senses were in overdrive. You could smell his cologne; hear him panting in your ear as he pushed against you; feel his touch inside you. And God, nothing had ever felt this good.
You groaned as his fingers worked their magic, sliding further up and towards the spot he knew would tear you down. He moved faster now, the friction pushing you closer and closer towards the edge just as he started grinding against you again.
The sensation was a bit too much and you weren't even aware of the moans that tumbled out of your mouth as you gripped the back of his head and fucked his fingers. You bit down on your lip, to stop yourself from screaming his name.
"Come for me, darling," he whispered, his voice dripping with lust, fingers moving with a pace you couldn't keep up with.
And just like that, the ground slipped from beneath you, the world erupting in colors before your eyes.
"Fuck," you moaned as pleasure rattled through your body. You spasmed as Tom's fingers slowed their movement; stopping all together as you came down from your high, panting heavily.
"I had to wait fourteen hours to do that. Told you you were missing out," he said as you leaned against the sink, still breathless. You watched him saunter back to the living room and plop onto the couch casually, as if he hadn't just fucked you senseless.
You adjusted your pants and shirt, discarding your bra altogether. You reckoned you wouldn't really need it now. Legs still wobbly, you walked over to him and sat down on his lap, straddling him.
He looked up at you, eyes still dark and hair an absolute mess.
"I'm sorry you had to wait, baby. Let me make it up to you," you murmured locking your lips with his, the tiny note inside your left pant pocket, long forgotten.
___
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smoke and mirrors [chapter 1]
The Streetcar named desire
pairing: tom holland x fem!reader
word count: 2k
warnings: smut, profanity
updates: saturdays!
a/n: i am reuploading this fic cause tumblr messed up big time the first time. anyway, i didn't plan on writing a lot of smut but my hand slipped (oops) so please don't read after the warning if you're underage. also, others, let me know if I should include more of it! happy reading!
___
You hummed sleepily as you felt warmth encompass you; the warmth undoubtedly being Tom's body. You felt his chest press against your back, felt his arm slide under your stomach and pull you close.
"Mornin' love," you mumbled into the pillow.
You didn't really want to wake up. Tom's touch, the covers, his room were all too warm and far too comforting. For a moment you could pretend you didn't have responsibilities and expectations to live up to. It was just you and him. Him and you. A perfect forever.
You were almost drifting off again when you felt Tom's fingers push one of your bra straps aside and then, a moment later, his plump lips kiss your shoulder.
"Morning," he whispered hoarsely, kissing a trail towards your neck, before turning you towards himself.
You blinked open one eye, gazing at his hazy form sleepily. "I don't want to be awake yet."
Tom reached over to run his hand down your back. It was a soft gesture but you knew what he was up to. You blinked a couple of more times, albeit reluctantly as Tom's face cleared before you. His curls were in complete disarray, eyes crusty from sleeping in and lips puckered in a funny way. And yet, there were fewer things in the world, more adorable than him in this moment.
Completely disregarding your comment, Tom decided to slide on top of you.
You groaned in mock dismay as he settled down on you because you had to admit, the pressure felt wonderful.
"Tom, what in the-," you began but were cut off by his lips gently pressing against your own.
Morning cuddles were a daily ritual with Tom. You never got enough of them.
"I'm so lucky," he murmured once you broke apart. He was now half on top of you and half on the bed, one arm propping his head up beside your own.
He looked at you fondly then, trailing a lazy finger down the length of your arm.
You brushed a curl of his hair aside, smiling.
"Oh, so we're in that mood today."
"What mood?"
"The I'm-going-to-melt-Y/N-with-my-words mood."
He smiled. "I'm always in the mood for that, love," he retorted, squeezing your waist, which was where his hand now rested.
"As much as I'd love to stay and hear everything you have to say about me, I- we- have work to do," you sighed, caressing his cheek gently.
The reluctance with which you said it was even more evident when you didn't move to shift from under him. Not your fault, he was mesmerizing. God he looked beautiful above you; freckles and curls galore.
"I hear ya," he whispered, nodding as his fingers slipped inside your underwear.
You gasped. The nerve.
You slapped his arm gently, almost wanting to give in to his obvious desire but, but, work.
He pouted at you, clearly disappointed.
"You could spare two minutes. I promise I won't take long," he mused, suppressing a grin. You noticed that his fingers were still resting on your hip bone.
Why, o' heaven's above, did this man have to make everything so difficult?
"You wish," you said, biting down your lip to stop yourself from blushing at his cheekiness. You shifted a little under him, trying to find wriggle room to escape.
"Get off!," you huffed, when he didn't budge.
Tom looked at you for a long moment and then sighed, lifting himself off of you and sliding onto the bed.
"When will I see you next?" he asked, as you rose from the bed and headed towards the shower.
"Tonight."
"That's a," he glanced at the tiny alarm clock on the bedside table, "- whole fourteen fucking hours."
You looked at him for a moment, his puppy eyes almost getting the better of you. But two years was good practice enough and you shook your head. Besides, it was fun to watch him suffer.
"Patience, Holland."
*
Some days at the Corp were just plain boring. Nothing of consequence happened on such days, you had to merely sit through the whole day, attending meeting after meeting to discuss short plans. These meetings you could easily avoid but you were a dedicated worker.
The Corp was where it was today because you had never slackened.
After finishing the third meeting for the day, you settled back into your office, scanning through your mail to reply to some of the pending ones.
Just as you hit send on one of the replies, there was a knock on the door.
"Hey," Lucas Valdez, your PA, entered holding a large number of envelopes. You smiled at him as he placed them on your desk.
"Thanks. How'd the date go yesterday?"
"He was a total bore," he said, shaking his head in disappointment and his curls flopped on his head.
"Aw, I'm sorry! Don't worry, you'll find someone nice soon," you said, handing him a few files. "Also could you please send these to Lopez, Sharma and Phil for me? I need them to meet me."
Lucas nodded in confirmation and politely left.
You decided to go through the post as well because it was a boring day anyway and nothing could possibly bore you more.
You quickly leafed through them; a couple of advertisements, a few job applications (you kept those aside) and one small, plain envelope. There was no name on it, no stamp.
Huh. Strange.
You grabbed the letter opener and sliced the envelope open. A smaller piece of paper slid out of it.
The material looked quite expensive and vaguely familiar. Your eyebrows furrowed as you picked it up. It felt like it was an office paper but you couldn't be sure.
You turned it over. Written in a perfect, cursive handwriting and neon red ink were the words:
"Nothing is as it seems."
Something you know too well with the secrets you keep,
As you sow, so shall you reap,
Learn, lest you fall,
Beware, take from you, I will all.
You read it once, twice.
Now, you were a pretty famous public figure. Getting hate mail was a part of the job description but that didn't make it any easier.
The poem left you feeling just as uncomfortable as others had before. Nevertheless, this was still new. People were rarely this poetic in them.
What secrets were they talking about? If they meant you and Tom..
As if on cue, your personal phone chimed with an incoming notification.
Tom <3
I'm at your place.
Fourteen hours. I'm counting.
You smiled in spite of yourself and clicked the phone off, deciding to leave him on read. More the suffering, the better.
You glanced back at the note, the uneasiness settling over you once again. What could they be possibly talking about? If it was a hate mail it was unnervingly vague. And if it was someone's idea of a cruel joke, it was working.
Just then someone knocked at your door again and you hastily pocketed the note. It was Lopez, Phil and Sharma.
You blinked at them, struggling for a split second to remember why they were here.
Get a hold of yourself.
You smiled, recalling that you were the one who had asked for them. As they say down and began talking, you did your best to push the words to a far corner of your mind, the left side of your pants feeling strangely heavy.
*
[smut warning]
You found Tom in the living room that was attached to the kitchen, talking to someone on the phone. He motioned to you that he'd take a couple of minutes and you nodded, slipping inside the kitchen.
Your cook had, as always, laid out a scrumptious meal for you and Tom to down. You had barely opened the lid to the first bowl when Tom called from behind you.
"Your fourteen hours are up, Miss."
You turned to him, holding the bowl of pasta in hand. He was dressed in a plain white tee and your favorite grey sweatpants.
"I've still got half an hour left," you said nonchalantly, picking one piece of pasta and popping it into your mouth.
Tom watched you chew it slowly. It was completely involuntary that you let out a moan at the warmth that spread through your chest; you were actually famished.
"That's it, you little shit," Tom muttered under his breath and the next thing you knew you were being pushed against the counter, Tom's hands working down your body in a frenzy. He unbuttoned your shirt faster than you could process and chucked it to the floor. In another swift motion, he pulled off his own shirt as well before pulling you close again. His lips slammed against your own and then you couldn't really think at all. You moaned as he ground his hips into you, his hardening length pressing against your abdomen. You let your hands wander to his hair as he continued to grind into you, your knees already giving way under you. Warmth filled the base of your stomach as you slackened against him, mouth hanging open and eyes fluttering shut.
Just as your hands moved to his neck, he stopped, dragging his lips to your ear.
"I'm going to finish what I started and you're not going to say a thing," he grunted, his voice dropping low.
Before you could respond however, he'd turned you around and pushed you further up against the counter. You could feel him press against you, your shoulder blades digging into the hard muscle of his chest.
He thrust one hand into your pants and under your panties, fingers finding your wetness immediately.
His lips attached themselves to your neck and then he began to work you.
You moaned loudly as his middle and index finger dipped inside your already aching core and began to scissor their way through. His lean fingers knew exactly how and what to do and you immediately collapsed against him, groaning. He twisted and squeezed at your clit as his lips sucked hard on the skin of your shoulder. A flick of his wrist made you buck against him and you heard a deep chuckle rumble behind you.
Fuck.
Tom loved marking you. It wasn't good sex until you'd woken up with a few hickeys all over your back and chest.
Meanwhile, his other hand had unhooked one half of your bra and cupped your breast, thumb playing with your nipple. Your senses were in overdrive. You could smell his cologne; hear him panting in your ear as he pushed against you; feel his touch inside you. And God, nothing had ever felt this good.
You groaned as his fingers worked their magic, sliding further up and towards the spot he knew would tear you down. He moved faster now, the friction pushing you closer and closer towards the edge just as he started grinding against you again.
The sensation was a bit too much and you weren't even aware of the moans that tumbled out of your mouth as you gripped the back of his head and fucked his fingers. You bit down on your lip, to stop yourself from screaming his name.
"Come for me, darling," he whispered, his voice dripping with lust, fingers moving with a pace you couldn't keep up with.
And just like that, the ground slipped from beneath you, the world erupting in colors before your eyes.
"Fuck," you moaned as pleasure rattled through your body. You spasmed as Tom's fingers slowed their movement; stopping all together as you came down from your high, panting heavily.
"I had to wait fourteen hours to do that. Told you you were missing out," he said as you leaned against the sink, still breathless. You watched him saunter back to the living room and plop onto the couch casually, as if he hadn't just fucked you senseless.
You adjusted your pants and shirt, discarding your bra altogether. You reckoned you wouldn't really need it now. Legs still wobbly, you walked over to him and sat down on his lap, straddling him.
He looked up at you, eyes still dark and hair an absolute mess.
"I'm sorry you had to wait, baby. Let me make it up to you," you murmured locking your lips with his, the tiny note inside your left pant pocket, long forgotten.
___
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smoke and mirrors [chapter 1]
The Streetcar named desire
pairing: tom holland x fem!reader
word count: 2k
warnings: smut, profanity
updates: saturdays!
a/n: i am reuploading this fic cause tumblr messed up big time the first time. anyway, i didn't plan on writing a lot of smut but my hand slipped (oops) so please don't read after the warning if you're underage. also, others, let me know if I should include more of it! happy reading!
___
You hummed sleepily as you felt warmth encompass you; the warmth undoubtedly being Tom's body. You felt his chest press against your back, felt his arm slide under your stomach and pull you close.
"Mornin' love," you mumbled into the pillow.
You didn't really want to wake up. Tom's touch, the covers, his room were all too warm and far too comforting. For a moment you could pretend you didn't have responsibilities and expectations to live up to. It was just you and him. Him and you. A perfect forever.
You were almost drifting off again when you felt Tom's fingers push one of your bra straps aside and then, a moment later, his plump lips kiss your shoulder.
"Morning," he whispered hoarsely, kissing a trail towards your neck, before turning you towards himself.
You blinked open one eye, gazing at his hazy form sleepily. "I don't want to be awake yet."
Tom reached over to run his hand down your back. It was a soft gesture but you knew what he was up to. You blinked a couple of more times, albeit reluctantly as Tom's face cleared before you. His curls were in complete disarray, eyes crusty from sleeping in and lips puckered in a funny way. And yet, there were fewer things in the world, more adorable than him in this moment.
Completely disregarding your comment, Tom decided to slide on top of you.
You groaned in mock dismay as he settled down on you because you had to admit, the pressure felt wonderful.
"Tom, what in the-," you began but were cut off by his lips gently pressing against your own.
Morning cuddles were a daily ritual with Tom. You never got enough of them.
"I'm so lucky," he murmured once you broke apart. He was now half on top of you and half on the bed, one arm propping his head up beside your own.
He looked at you fondly then, trailing a lazy finger down the length of your arm.
You brushed a curl of his hair aside, smiling.
"Oh, so we're in that mood today."
"What mood?"
"The I'm-going-to-melt-Y/N-with-my-words mood."
He smiled. "I'm always in the mood for that, love," he retorted, squeezing your waist, which was where his hand now rested.
"As much as I'd love to stay and hear everything you have to say about me, I- we- have work to do," you sighed, caressing his cheek gently.
The reluctance with which you said it was even more evident when you didn't move to shift from under him. Not your fault, he was mesmerizing. God he looked beautiful above you; freckles and curls galore.
"I hear ya," he whispered, nodding as his fingers slipped inside your underwear.
You gasped. The nerve.
You slapped his arm gently, almost wanting to give in to his obvious desire but, but, work.
He pouted at you, clearly disappointed.
"You could spare two minutes. I promise I won't take long," he mused, suppressing a grin. You noticed that his fingers were still resting on your hip bone.
Why, o' heaven's above, did this man have to make everything so difficult?
"You wish," you said, biting down your lip to stop yourself from blushing at his cheekiness. You shifted a little under him, trying to find wriggle room to escape.
"Get off!," you huffed, when he didn't budge.
Tom looked at you for a long moment and then sighed, lifting himself off of you and sliding onto the bed.
"When will I see you next?" he asked, as you rose from the bed and headed towards the shower.
"Tonight."
"That's a," he glanced at the tiny alarm clock on the bedside table, "- whole fourteen fucking hours."
You looked at him for a moment, his puppy eyes almost getting the better of you. But two years was good practice enough and you shook your head. Besides, it was fun to watch him suffer.
"Patience, Holland."
*
Some days at the Corp were just plain boring. Nothing of consequence happened on such days, you had to merely sit through the whole day, attending meeting after meeting to discuss short plans. These meetings you could easily avoid but you were a dedicated worker.
The Corp was where it was today because you had never slackened.
After finishing the third meeting for the day, you settled back into your office, scanning through your mail to reply to some of the pending ones.
Just as you hit send on one of the replies, there was a knock on the door.
"Hey," Lucas Valdez, your PA, entered holding a large number of envelopes. You smiled at him as he placed them on your desk.
"Thanks. How'd the date go yesterday?"
"He was a total bore," he said, shaking his head in disappointment and his curls flopped on his head.
"Aw, I'm sorry! Don't worry, you'll find someone nice soon," you said, handing him a few files. "Also could you please send these to Lopez, Sharma and Phil for me? I need them to meet me."
Lucas nodded in confirmation and politely left.
You decided to go through the post as well because it was a boring day anyway and nothing could possibly bore you more.
You quickly leafed through them; a couple of advertisements, a few job applications (you kept those aside) and one small, plain envelope. There was no name on it, no stamp.
Huh. Strange.
You grabbed the letter opener and sliced the envelope open. A smaller piece of paper slid out of it.
The material looked quite expensive and vaguely familiar. Your eyebrows furrowed as you picked it up. It felt like it was an office paper but you couldn't be sure.
You turned it over. Written in a perfect, cursive handwriting and neon red ink were the words:
"Nothing is as it seems."
Something you know too well with the secrets you keep,
As you sow, so shall you reap,
Learn, lest you fall,
Beware, take from you, I will all.
You read it once, twice.
Now, you were a pretty famous public figure. Getting hate mail was a part of the job description but that didn't make it any easier.
The poem left you feeling just as uncomfortable as others had before. Nevertheless, this was still new. People were rarely this poetic in them.
What secrets were they talking about? If they meant you and Tom..
As if on cue, your personal phone chimed with an incoming notification.
Tom <3
I'm at your place.
Fourteen hours. I'm counting.
You smiled in spite of yourself and clicked the phone off, deciding to leave him on read. More the suffering, the better.
You glanced back at the note, the uneasiness settling over you once again. What could they be possibly talking about? If it was a hate mail it was unnervingly vague. And if it was someone's idea of a cruel joke, it was working.
Just then someone knocked at your door again and you hastily pocketed the note. It was Lopez, Phil and Sharma.
You blinked at them, struggling for a split second to remember why they were here.
Get a hold of yourself.
You smiled, recalling that you were the one who had asked for them. As they say down and began talking, you did your best to push the words to a far corner of your mind, the left side of your pants feeling strangely heavy.
*
[smut warning]
You found Tom in the living room that was attached to the kitchen, talking to someone on the phone. He motioned to you that he'd take a couple of minutes and you nodded, slipping inside the kitchen.
Your cook had, as always, laid out a scrumptious meal for you and Tom to down. You had barely opened the lid to the first bowl when Tom called from behind you.
"Your fourteen hours are up, Miss."
You turned to him, holding the bowl of pasta in hand. He was dressed in a plain white tee and your favorite grey sweatpants.
"I've still got half an hour left," you said nonchalantly, picking one piece of pasta and popping it into your mouth.
Tom watched you chew it slowly. It was completely involuntary that you let out a moan at the warmth that spread through your chest; you were actually famished.
"That's it, you little shit," Tom muttered under his breath and the next thing you knew you were being pushed against the counter, Tom's hands working down your body in a frenzy. He unbuttoned your shirt faster than you could process and chucked it to the floor. In another swift motion, he pulled off his own shirt as well before pulling you close again. His lips slammed against your own and then you couldn't really think at all. You moaned as he ground his hips into you, his hardening length pressing against your abdomen. You let your hands wander to his hair as he continued to grind into you, your knees already giving way under you. Warmth filled the base of your stomach as you slackened against him, mouth hanging open and eyes fluttering shut.
Just as your hands moved to his neck, he stopped, dragging his lips to your ear.
"I'm going to finish what I started and you're not going to say a thing," he grunted, his voice dropping low.
Before you could respond however, he'd turned you around and pushed you further up against the counter. You could feel him press against you, your shoulder blades digging into the hard muscle of his chest.
He thrust one hand into your pants and under your panties, fingers finding your wetness immediately.
His lips attached themselves to your neck and then he began to work you.
You moaned loudly as his middle and index finger dipped inside your already aching core and began to scissor their way through. His lean fingers knew exactly how and what to do and you immediately collapsed against him, groaning. He twisted and squeezed at your clit as his lips sucked hard on the skin of your shoulder. A flick of his wrist made you buck against him and you heard a deep chuckle rumble behind you.
Fuck.
Tom loved marking you. It wasn't good sex until you'd woken up with a few hickeys all over your back and chest.
Meanwhile, his other hand had unhooked one half of your bra and cupped your breast, thumb playing with your nipple. Your senses were in overdrive. You could smell his cologne; hear him panting in your ear as he pushed against you; feel his touch inside you. And God, nothing had ever felt this good.
You groaned as his fingers worked their magic, sliding further up and towards the spot he knew would tear you down. He moved faster now, the friction pushing you closer and closer towards the edge just as he started grinding against you again.
The sensation was a bit too much and you weren't even aware of the moans that tumbled out of your mouth as you gripped the back of his head and fucked his fingers. You bit down on your lip, to stop yourself from screaming his name.
"Come for me, darling," he whispered, his voice dripping with lust, fingers moving with a pace you couldn't keep up with.
And just like that, the ground slipped from beneath you, the world erupting in colors before your eyes.
"Fuck," you moaned as pleasure rattled through your body. You spasmed as Tom's fingers slowed their movement; stopping all together as you came down from your high, panting heavily.
"I had to wait fourteen hours to do that. Told you you were missing out," he said as you leaned against the sink, still breathless. You watched him saunter back to the living room and plop onto the couch casually, as if he hadn't just fucked you senseless.
You adjusted your pants and shirt, discarding your bra altogether. You reckoned you wouldn't really need it now. Legs still wobbly, you walked over to him and sat down on his lap, straddling him.
He looked up at you, eyes still dark and hair an absolute mess.
"I'm sorry you had to wait, baby. Let me make it up to you," you murmured locking your lips with his, the tiny note inside your left pant pocket, long forgotten.
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