ribs — send me a sfw request (prompts here if u want)
PAMPER WITH REGULUS PLSPLSPLS I NEED TO DO HIS MAKEUP SO BAD
you think i'm cute
hehe i hope u like this mer it's very short bcos apparently all of my reg blurbs have 2 be under 300 words but yeah <3 tw: not really proofread? idk </3 (0.2k)
regulus black x reader
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Regulus sneezes, eyebrows pinched and cheeks pink with the powder you had just dusted on him. His nose scrunches and a huff of laughter escapes from your throat.
“You think my pain is funny.” His lips twitch with a barely concealed smile. Your thumb smooths over the curve of his cheek.
“I think your pain is endearing. There’s a difference.” You insist.
His cheeks split in a grin and you squeeze them, a gentle reminder of what you’re supposed to be doing. His face returns to a neutral state for just a second.
“Yeah? And what is that?”
“Regulus,” you chastise him. “You gotta stay still.”
“I will if you answer my question,” He promised. His voice was coated in honey, sticky sweet with endearment and fondness for you.
You open your mouth, mulling over what your answer could be. “I just thought the face you made was cute s’all.” You assure him, tucking a curl that fell in front of his eyes behind his ear.
“Oh,” He nods. “I get that.”
You tilt your head, “You think I’m cute?”
“I do not.” His smile suggests otherwise.
“You think I’m cute.” You hum, closing your eyes and smiling. He huffs, an affectionate sound, and sits back in his chair. “I’ll get back to it then?”
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ribs — send me a sfw request (prompts here if u want)
[ TILT ] sender uses two fingers to lift receiver’s chin to look them in the eye w eddie munson 🪽
nice save
hehe ok i hope u like this babe ily!! tw: uhhh pre relationship? ig ; pet names ; not proofread at all <3 (0.3k)
eddie munson x reader
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Eddie’s swaying on his feet with fatigue, exhaustion flooding his body as he lays in bed with you. His eyes are fluttering shut, dark brown lashes kissing the skin above his cheeks. His face pinches with a yawn, nose wrinkling and eyebrows puckered.
Your heart melts.
Eddie notices your expression and he lets out a huff of laughter. Heat rises to your cheeks and you look down, well, as much as you can with your face pressed into a pillow.
His index finger tucks itself under your chin, tilting it up slightly so you were looking at him. You can practically see the gears turning in his head.
“What?”
You and Eddie often have sleepovers, whether it be because you had had an argument with your parents or because Wayne was out of town when he was younger. Along with that you have moments like this every once in a while. Where your friendship with him tips into something more than just that, a friendship.
“You should sleep,” you reply, deflecting to the best of your ability. You weren’t great at it
“So should you, your eyes are shutting as we speak.” His voice is warm and sticky with affection.
“They are not.” You insist. He cheeks split with a grin at your tone, petulant like a child’s
“Tell me what, then.”
“You look tired.” You reply, correcting yourself a moment later when he pouts. “‘S cute I mean.”
Eddie’s lips part for a minute. You’re filled with the overwhelming urge to tell him to shut his mouth unless he wants to swallow a bug, but you decide he looks cute like this; Dazed and confused works for him.
“Nice save.”
“I mean it.” You promise.
“‘M just teasin’ babe. I know.”
You think you could get used to him calling you that.
tasm!peter parker + [ TUCK ] receiver tucks sender into bed <33
don't wait for me
ok this is the cutesttt request u could've ever sent in i hope u like it <3 tw: sleep deprivation i think? pet names <3 (0.3k)
tasm! peter parker x reader
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It wasn’t often that Peter goes to sleep early, the boy often comes home after you go to bed and leaves for school before you wake up, leaving you with a shell of warmth where he was next to you and a press of his lips against yours. So it’s safe to say you were surprised when you came home and noticed a lump under the covers that looked suspiciously similar to your boyfriend, the same soft snores muffled by the fabric.
“Pete?” You whispers.
He groans and you wince, immediately regretting your decision.
“Yeah?” His voice his scraping against his throat, low and rough with fatigue.
“Go back to sleep honey, I’m sorry.” He shakes his head just a bit too hard, leaving himself dizzy before looking back to you. He looks soft with sleep like he always does, a mark on his cheek from the pillow and his hair messed up perfectly.
“C’mere baby, I missed you.” You lean onto him, dropping all of your weight onto the boy. He falls back happily with a small ‘oof’ the tension from your day easing from your muscles as he holds you.
“Everything okay? You’re never sleeping this early.” He yawns, nodding slowly.
“Got tired and took the day off, Queens will be alright for one night without me.” Your cheeks split it a grin and he mirrors it, slightly confused as to the reason but enthusiastic nonetheless.
“‘S what I’ve been saying.”Your nose wrinkles as you realize your current state, “Pete I’m still in my outside clothes.”
He tilts his head. “What’s wrong with that?”
“The sheets are clean.” You pause. “I’ll shower and be back, yeah? Don’t wait for me.” You press your lips against his temple, smoothing your thumb over the shine of your saliva before pulling the covers back up over him. He agrees, yawning as he turns onto his stomach, promptly falling asleep.
okay this is actually the second / third blurb i've ever written? if i'm correct so my writing has defo changed since i posted this back in september <3 tw: pet names ; i have not read over this for my own sanity ; (0.7k)
james potter x reader
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The sun felt uncomfortable in James’ eyes as he woke up from his sleep. He didn’t try moving though, because you were clinging to him like a koala and that alone was enough reason to stay still.
He shifted his gaze to the clock on the bedside table which read, 6:15, 15 minutes left before his alarm went off. He reached over to switch it off before giving you a peck on your forehead and getting off the bed.
You, half asleep with your face pressed into the pillow, can feel the mattress shift while he gets up. Deciding to stay in bed a few more minutes, you turn around to look at James who’s heading towards the bathroom to get ready. As he feels your eyes on him, he turns around and says, “Hey love, sleep alright?”
Your voice is low with remnants as you reply, “Yeah, I did.” He nods and smiles before he turns back to walk to the bathroom. You can hear him turn on the shower faucet as you drift back to a peaceful sleep for a few more minutes.
Your alarm goes off, startling you as you check the time, 7:00. You get up and go to take a shower while James is already downstairs and making breakfast.
“Angel?” he called out to the empty living room hoping his voice would carry up the stairs.
It was a practiced routine, he would go off to work, and you would leave the house around 30 minutes later because your work was closer. You’d get home earlier too, usually taking care of chores to try and distract yourself from your husband’s absence.
“Yeah?” replied a voice, barely loud enough for James to hear. If James was guessing correctly based on the sounds of the blowdryer, you were still getting ready.
“I might be home a little late today, I’ll try to make it quick, is that alright?”
As much as he loved his job, he hated the fact that it took away his time with you. His boss had wanted him to train one of the new employees and he didn’t want to say no because, well, that’s who he is. And you loved him for it but all you could think about was that you’d have to spend another hour distracting yourself.
He always calls every few hours so you’d still get to talk to him, but it still wasn’t the same as actually being with him.
“Yeah, of course, love,” you said, slightly distracted by your thoughts.
James took note of that and replied, “Is something on your mind?”
Your blow dryer switched off and James could hear your footsteps on the wood floors as you walked towards the stairs. Your thoughts created a whirlwind in your head as you walked down the stairs to pause in front of James. He smiled as if to encourage you to say what you’re thinking.
“No, it’s nothing, it’s just…” you paused for a moment, trying to form an answer, “what am I supposed to do while you’re gone”
James looked confused but flattered as he said, “What d'you usually do while I’m at work.”
Heat rose to your face at this question and you mumbled, “Wait for you to get back mostly”
His eyes widened as he thought about you spending an hour waiting for him. He’d do anything to be there with you but for now, all he could do was assure you that he’d be in contact with you.
James’s cheeks went pink at your confession and he said, “I’ll call you extra today, okay?”
And you couldn’t suppress the grin that emerged on your face at his willingness to give you what you want even if you hadn’t officially asked him.
“Yeah, okay.”
As James turned to leave you noticed the keys on the counter. You picked them up and said, “Have you forgotten anything?”
He turned around, saying “Yeah, actually, I think I have.” Before quickly walking towards you and placing his lips against you in a soft kiss. Heat rises to your face once again as he pulls away slowly and gazes at you with a look in his eyes that can only be described as pure adoration for you.
You lift your hand to show him the keys and said, “I meant these, but thank you love.”
ribs — [ STEAM ] sender joins receiver in the shower with peter parker !! <3
lemme worry 'bout you
hehe ok uhhh this is 3/4 of ur reqs right? i hope this is alright it's very much just be projecting <3 this one is for the anemia girlies and the anemia girlies only !! tw: uhhh dizziness, nonsexual nudity, pet names <3 (0.4k)
tasm! peter parker x reader
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The water is warm against your back, blood rising to the surface of your skin as you brace yourself against the wall, the steam making you dizzy. For a few ticks of your watch, set on the sink counter, all you can hear is the spray, water tracing the bumps and curves and marks on your body, washing off the sweat and stress of your day with it, but soon your vision starts to blur.
“Peter,” you call out, your voice lifting with question. “Pete, it's happening again.”
You’d explained your dizziness to him a while back and he’d replied with concern, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he asked how he could help. At the time you told him he didn’t have to, that this was something you’d grown accustomed to, but as you grew closer to him he’d gotten more persistent on helping, so you told him he could. At least occasionally.
“Honey?” Honey, no matter how many times he says it, it makes you feel warm in the best way. Like you’re being wrapped in wool blankets with hot chocolate in the dead of winter. “Can I come in?”
You make a noise of approval and Peter stumbles in, the heel of his palms over pressing hard over his eyes. The gesture would be nice if you weren’t so afraid of him inadvertently gouging out his own eyes.
“You’re acting like you’ve never seen me like this before.”
He laughs, a warm noise, and uncovers his eyes, willing himself to not linger on anything but the fogged-up mirror.
“You can come in you know, it is what I called you here for.”
Realization seems to hit his face in a split second and he tugs off his shirt in one smooth motion, leaving himself in just his boxers before he steps in.
His arms wrap around you, steady and broad. “You alright?”
You hum, leaning into him. His palm grazes over your chest, coming to rest on your ribcage, the sporadic thump of your heart slowing under his touch.
“M’sorry,” he murmurs, his eyes closing as his chin rests on your shoulder.
“Sorry for what,” you whisper, words barely audible.
“You shouldn’t have to worry about this.” he says, “lemme worry ‘bout you hm? You’re much too pretty to be scared all the time.”
hehe ok this was super fun 2 write i hope u like this !! (0.2k)
eddie munson x reader
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It’s unusually cold in the trailer, at least according to Eddie. Sure, it is winter but normally he didn’t feel the need to be weighed down by 5 blankets in front of a fireplace. He could be sick, of course, but he’s never sick. He refuses to believe it. It’s just cold today and that’s what he’ll go on believing, at least until you get him.
“Eddie,” you voice echoes into the bedroom, “‘s fucking hot in here. What's the temperature?”
He scoffs in disbelief. “Hot? It’s freezing.”
You shrug off your jacket, draping it over the couch before adjusting the dials on the thermostat/
“Eddie, it's 80 degrees.”
He sits up suddenly, “shit.”
You hum in agreement.
“I must’ve turned it up without checking.” He reasons.
Your socked feet shuffle into the bedroom, carpeted floor rubbing against the fabric. Pressing the back of your palm against his forehead, you nod slowly.
“You’re warm.” He shakes his head as if he were dispersing anything you’re implying.
“You’re cold.”
“Eddie.” You scold.
“Baby.” He pouts.
“You’re warm as in, you have a fever.”
“I do not.” He insists, “I don’t get sick.”
A huff of laughter lodges itself in your chest. “Why not?”
“I haven’t been sick since grade school.”
“Poor boy,” You murmur, dragging your thumb over his cheek. “‘S about time then don’t you think?”
“I would’ve been perfectly fine with never getting sick.”
You nod solemnly, “I know, I know. Just take the cough medicine for now, yeah?”
