Did I Just Get My First Request???

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i love clingy peter :’)

green light | p.p.

pairing : peter parker x gn!reader

summary : when peter sees you after a long time. him being the clingy baby he is, can't stop kissing you and he gets distracted while waiting at a red light.

word count : 970

warnings : everything fluff, mentions of hospital, minor injuries, too much of kissing and too much of laughing, peter's lips (there's no way that's not a warning), clingy!peter, gn!reader.

note : i know it's short but cdfvtgybhnj, makes me giggly. anyway, first fic on this blog yay! enjoy, lovelies <3

"hey, i missed you so much," you said as you spotted peter right outside the arrival gate. you left your grip on your suitcase and rushed to wrap two tight arms around peter's torso.

"i know, i missed you too, lovey," you could almost see the sad smile on his face as he hugged back, warm lips finding home on the side of your neck. you stayed in his embrace, taking in the scent of his clothes before peter asked, "is your mum better?"

"yeah, much. she got discharged this morning," you smiled softly at him as he took the chance to load your luggage in the trunk. when he moved to the side, you spotted a new cut to his cheekbone and frowned. stepping closer, you asked "hey, how's patrol going, you're not beating up yourself too much, right?"

you raised your hand to reach out but peter caught onto your wrist, gently moving his fingers to the back of your hand, obliging you to cup his cheek. "i'm okay, baby, don't worry," he assured you and placed small kisses on the back of your hand before you hugged him once more. he starts pulling away only to stop inches away from your face.

"if you're—hm," your next words are muffled by peter's thin lips moving swiftly against yours. his arms went around your waist by habit, pulling you closer to him, while you slowly lift yours up to cling your fingers to his flannel. you kissed back, strongly fighting the urge to smile but failing and so does peter.

the corners of his mouth turn up, still trying to kiss you but he only ends up with your lips against his.

"let's go, come on. then you can kiss me and," you start talking but once again are interrupted by a small peck on your lips. you giggled, "and shut me up like that."

"will do," he teased with a sly smile and opened the door to the passenger seat, urging you to get in. you did and peter followed soon after. peter put on his seatbelt as you mimicked his actions and settled in.

his fingers turned the key over as the engine turned on. he pressed his foot onto the accelerator, releasing the handbrake and drove ahead. as soon as peter did that, his hand left to rest it on your knee, small circles made by his thumb making your body relax.

"how're ned and mj?" although you talked to your friends on the phone while you were away, multiple times, you couldn't help but check up on them once more.

"good, good. ned told me about how he scored a date with a girl from his lit class last night," he smirked proudly, and you nodded along with a smile. "mj's been... she's been scoring multiple dates."

you laughed at that, half expecting it. peter couldn't help but laugh along with you, giving your thigh a short pat. the pair of you rode in silence for a while when you were almost a mile away from the airport, and you faced a red light.

peter's foot pressed the break and the car stopped short. you tilted your head and squinted above at the timer, seventy-eight seconds.

"we should—" you were going to get annoyed, but peter knew you liked it. his thin lips were back on yours when he'd taken off his hand off your thigh and up to turn your face towards him.

"you need," you gasped suddenly, trying to catch your breath but peter's mouth found yours again. "to," you tried again and he chuckled making you grin back, still trying to kiss him. "stop doing—mph," an incoherent sound emitted from your throat when you felt peter's tongue moving against yours.

this time, even though you could not get enough, you held his jaw firmly and pulled away to look at him, "you need to stop doing that," you breathed out. his eyes were still closed and lips swollen.

and as though peter could sense your annoyance, he leaned forward awkwardly, his seatbelt restricting him to do so, and pushed his lips to yours again. slowly but surely, you kissed back and he mumbled out a small "why".

and you couldn't find the answer because truth be told, you had missed him and his lips just as much he did and you now you were trying nothing but fighting the urge to kiss him again and again.

"i think you like it very much," you could feel the smirk on your mouth as he said this making you want to roll your eyes.

"shut—" once again your voice was interrupted, not from peter's lips but the cars' horns that made you and peter jump in your seats. the tip of peter's ears turned deep red and started cursing when he saw the green light above.

he quickly started up the car once more and drove ahead

you pursed your lips and suppressed a laugh, ignoring the way your neck and cheeks turned warm. still, a small titter left your lips and peter turned to look at you, his face expressionless.

you turned to face the window and leaned your elbow on it, your palm hiding your face so peter couldn't see you.

"stop laughing," he exclaimed making you laugh louder and remove your hand so you could see peter.

"you look like a fucking beetroot!" you tried to stop laughing but peter turned even redder at that. even though peter was trying not to, you could see the hint of smile playing on his lips.

"you need to shut up or i'll kiss the shit out of you when we get home," he threatened playfully, and a toothy grin made its way on his face.

"oh really? well, i'm looking forward to it."

♛ BROKEN CLOCKS ♛

― masterlist on november 25th

❝ senior year is rocky for everyone, but thankfully for peter parker, there’s only one week left of it, and the future is only brightening up. between fighting crime as queen’s friendly neighbourhood spider-man, interning at stark industries, and spending time with his girlfriend, it doesn’t look like he’s going to have much time to worry about attending nyu in the fall. but everything changes with a snap of thanos’ fingers. three years later, gone are slow dances at prom with you in his arms, gone are bonding moments with the only father figure he’s got left, and gone is the peter you remember. your worlds change again, breaking with them clocks, hearts, and futures that were set in stone. ❞

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new peter fic up tmrw :)

The reader wearing Peter's clothes 🥺

a/n: here’s a little headcanon about this cuz yeah :,) also a bunch of you have been asking so i figured i’d let y’all know that yes requests are open! i’m working on a couple already but feel free to send in whatever else you’ve got <3

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peter is thee biggest sucker for you wearing his clothes

you never have to ask to borrow because he always offers

hoodies, t-shirts, sweats, flannels

he’s more than happy to share it all

peter has a super cute nerdy-chic style that you love to steal

what can you say! your boy’s got taste

your absolute fave is his sweaters

they keep you nice n toasty and they’re so soft

peter especially loves when you wear his clothes out in public

it’s his way to let the world know he’s yours

if you’re spending the night at his place, he’ll have pj’s laid out for you

if he spends the night at yours, he’ll give you his shirt to sleep in

or leaves it behind for you the next morning :,(

he lets you keep something if you really like it

which more often than not is the case

aunt may notices peter’s loads of laundry becoming smaller every laundry day

she has a hunch as to where the clothes disappear to

peter will lend you clothes for when he goes away on missions too

he spritzes them with his cologne first

it makes them smell like him </3

anytime you can’t find an outfit, you just raid peter’s closet

it’s like having your own personal stylist

what’s his is yours!

except for the spidey suits

those are off limits… not even peter knows their full capabilities

the only thing peter loves more than you wearing his clothes is you taking them off

but

that’s a different story for a different time

one more week of class n then i'm freeeeee!! i hope to finish my wips after bc i miss being on here :p but wish me luck !!!! i'm gonna need it lmaoooo

last night

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

synopsis: peter makes the morning after unforgettable.

word count: 0.5k

warnings: mentions of sex, kinda suggestive?

a/n: this is the cutest thing i've written i want to vomit :p pretend morning breath does not exist here p.s. cocky peter is the loml <33

waking up to the sound of a car horn blaring couldn't phase you this morning. and as you flutter your eyes open, you find yourself tangled up in your sheets with peter, who was currently sound asleep. a glimmer of sunlight streams through the curtains, illuminating peter's chestnut curls. light purple bruises strewn across his neck serve as an instant reminder of what happened the night before.

your suited boyfriend had stumbled through your window in the late hours of the night. the only words that could fall from his mouth were those reminding you of how he could not stop thinking of you while on patrol. and after many insistent and heated kisses, you and peter decided to give in to your desires for the first time since you started dating.

and now, the morning after, you lay clad in one of the many sweaters he's left, staring at your snoozing lover.

"take a picture, yeah?" peter's lightly chukles as he pulls you to his chest. slightly startled at his sudden consciousness, you look up to find his eyes sleepily gazing at you. a sheepish grin plays upon your lips as memories of his tenderness flood through your mind.

you begin to pepper feathery kisses over his chest, wanting to subtly thank him for last night. peter’s hands, once planted on your waist, now slide down to softly squeeze your bum.

"what do you want to do today, pretty girl?" you now burrow your face further into his chest, flustered under his words.

"mmm," your voice muffled, "stay here?"

pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, he responds with, "sounds good."

wanting to stare at your boyfriend a little longer, you decide to pull away to prop your head up with your arm. and for the first time since last night, you make proper eye contact with your darling boy. a shit-eating grin slowly forms on peter's face. you couldn't help but follow his stupid action.

this man.

he slowly takes in his view, a familiar keenness filling peter's eyes. "what're you thinking about, pete?

"i only dreamed of calling you mine just a couple months ago," he starts, "and now you're laying here in my clothes, totally fucked."

"peter!" you groan, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment.

"c'mere." his hands come up to pull you toward him once again. his fingertips slide up to the middle of you back, drawing patterns into your warm skin. this alone makes you arch into him.

"yanno, you're kinda sweet when you're half asleep."

scattering delicate kisses across your neck, he mumbles, "mhm, i'm always sweet." his breath fanning over your skin drives you crazy.

quickly growing tired of the teasing, you push peter back down, into the mattress. swinging your leg over the boy, you straddle his lap. you bend down, stopping just before reaching his lips, "i love you." but before he could get a word out, your lips are already on his. a pleasant warmth washing over you as the kiss grows hungry. teeth almost clashing as he grabs for your ass.

"fuck, baby." peter whines.

after a couple more moans from both you and pete, you slow down, now softly pecking at his lips.

"god, you're beautiful." he murmurs against your lips. flustered once again, you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

"so," he sighs, "how was last night?", asking as nonchalantly as he could.

you swear you could hear the smugness on his face.

"i don't remember. remind me again, parker?"

gonna go watch nwh for the second time😼

drunken nights

pairing: tom holland x reader

synopsis: drunk tom keeps you on your toes.

word count: 0.6k

warnings: mentions of alcohol

a/n: the love i recieved on my first post was incredible and more than i ever expected so thank u! hope u like this one <33

"see you later!" you call out as you watch your friend walk toward their car. you decided to invite them over since tom was out at the pub tonight. having company over was a common occurrence for you whenever he went out.

after locking the door, you make your way over to the lounge to eagerly await your boyfriend and his antics.

a phone call awakens you from your slumber. you realize that you had drifted off to sleep as you check your phone. it's harry.

you pick up with a groggy "hello?"

"hey, y/n. we're parked outside, come get your lover boy." harry teases. "alright, i'm on my way out," you chuckle after hearing harry scold his older brother.

stepping out into the crisp london air, you make your way over to the car, opening the passenger door to a very drunk tom. "y/n!" tom exclaims as he struggles to take off his seat belt.

"you guys have fun?" you ask harry in the driver's seat. "oh, loads." he playfully rolls his eyes as he looks over at his brother.

seeing tom struggle, you question, "how much did you have to drink?”

"i might have had a few beers." tom sighs while looking up as if he has any recollection of the past couple hours.

"yeah right," the younger brother scoffs.

giggling, you turn to look at harry, "thanks for bringing him home."

"anytime." he says with a smile.

"good luck with that one," harry says smugly as tom stumbles out of the car.

"hey, tom. you ready to go?" you ask as he wraps his arms around your waist. "yeah, i think so." he murmurs.

you chuckle as you bring the stumbling man to your front door, both you and tom stopping to wave back at harry.

"i missed you so much while i was out." tom coos as you open the front door. tom was an affectionate drunk, always reminding you of how pretty you are. not that he doesn’t tell you every time he sees you.

"i missed you too, tommy."

it was a struggle to get him up the stairs, tripping over himself every couple steps. and as soon as the door to your shared bedroom was opened, tom threw himself onto the bed with a groan.

picking out a change of clothes for him, you ask "need help changing?"

he sits up, a playful look now adorns his face. "yes, pleaseee." he drags out.

"shirt off." you say nonchalantly.

"ask me out on a date first, yeah?" he teases as he swiftly takes off the white shirt.

as you help him change, you can't help but notice him staring at you. "what are you thinking about, tommy?"

"we would make an amazing couple." he slurs slightly.

letting out a soft laugh, you straddle his lap, "we're already a couple, you dork." you run your hands through his now unruly curls.

tom's eyes light up at the thought. it amuses you seeing the gears in this drunken man's head turn. "oh, thank god." he sighs.

as soon as your gaze falls on his, the room becomes quiet and his eyes now lustful, "darling, you're a dream." your breath hitches as soon as the words leave his mouth. his hand comes up to softly graze your cheek.

with a smirk, he whispers a gentle, "what's wrong, baby? do i take your breath away?"

realizing what he's doing, you roll your eyes and say, "you're such a tease when you're drunk."

huffing, you climb off his lap and crawl under the covers.

"c'mon darling, you know you like it." he says and quickly follows your actions.

instinctively, tom wraps his arms tightly around your waist.

sleepily locking eyes with yours, he mumbles "it's a privilege being yours, y/n."

you swear this man gives you whiplash.