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happy accidents๏ธฑpeter parker
pairing: college!peter parker x college!fem!reader
synopsis: a risky selfie sent to a wrong contact leads to an unexpected turn of events. maybe the misclick wasn't so bad after all.
warnings: reader accidentally sends a semi-nude photo to peter? HSAHAHAHA, however, again, nothing too crazy (yet).
w/c: 1.1k+
a/n: inspired by that one tiktok trend i've seen going around. lowkey found it inaccurate that peter would jump right into being so confident from the get-go, so here's my take on it! hope you enjoy and lmk if you have any more reqs :)
youโre finally home after a long day of consecutive classes, college life was driving you mad. classes as early as 8 a.m., ending as late as 9 p.m., your work-life balance is absolutely obliterated. not only did you come home at an ungodly hour (considering that this is school weโre talking about), but youโre also left with piles of course work that would take you a minimum of 3 hours to rummage through.
fuck it.
you sigh, taking off your lousy t-shirt and rather uncomfortable denim pants, leaving you in nothing but your lacy undergarments. finally, you throw yourself onto your bed. this is one of the mundane pleasures you still allow yourself to succumb to: a nap.
just when you were about to drift into slumber, you hear a rather irritating sound.
buzz, buzz.
or two.
the replacement
summary: peter keeps returning to the last place he saw mj, but she's not there anymore.
pairing: peter parker x reader, (past) peter x mj
rating: T, angst, cuts/bruises, silent pining, his smile is life ruining (when you're trying to stay professional), blunt/standoffish!reader, fluff, peter is bad at flirting -- and at hiding his powers, references to bnd but nothing detailed, open-ending
wc: 1.2k
note: the sad wet puppy photo of bnd!peter has consumed me.
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He stops by every morning, ordering a coffee with extra sugar and one donut -- whatever flavor you recommend for the day.
His eyes always drift to the back of the shop, searching the empty area before he pays, a small thanks murmured when you hand him the receipt.ย
unusuals
summary: peter decides to take the subway home and sees you for the first time in years. you fall asleep on peter's shoulder on the subway ride home and huh..there's something awfully familiar about him.
word count: 2.6k
a/n: guys i've missed mcu peter so much i'm fully reverting back to me ten years ago. it's been a while since i've written for peter (especially mcu!peter) so please forgive me if i'm a bit rusty. gn!reader (i'm pretty sure), takes place around brand new day but there are no movie spoilers, reader's memory was wiped in the spell, peter's a big yearner. happy reading!
Peter Parker was no stranger to taking the subway home. One could argue it would probably be much faster, and maybe even easier, to just swing home but he was tired and his head was pounding. And, it was snowing. A soft flurry of white that lingered on the rails of fire escapes and the hoods of parked cars.ย
The train car is full of people, tourists and locals alike, but Peter manages to find a seat. He takes it with a sigh and catches sight of a couple tucked in the corner. Theyโre completely wrapped up in each other, looking at something on one of their phone screens and giggling like theyโre sharing a secret. Peter blinks away and presses his head back. Something aches deep in his chest.
Your feet hurt the longer you stood on them, a spiky almost numbing pain in the balls of your feet. Today might have been one of the longest days of your life. An exaggeration, sure, but thereโs always a little bit of truth in it. Youโd had one of your last graduate lectures of the semester that morning and of course on your way to your work, you managed to get caught in the midst of some kind of small crime attack involving Spider-Man.
It only made you ten minutes late.ย
Anonymous asked:
spiderman requests... perhaps peter coming in from a night of swinging and reader is already asleep but he just haaas to wake her up because he just just haaaas to have a goodnight kiss soooo bad before he can get in bed and go to sleep
New York is unexpectedly cold tonight.
Peter yanks the window shut before it can get you.ย
Youโre snoring quietly, face pressed up against your pillow, curled around a lump of blanket that should be him. He really thinks it, thinks, That should be me, goddamn. Itโs his own fault and heโs a heinous man for leaving you to fall asleep all alone. What has he done to his perfect angel?
Youโd laugh like crazy if you heard him. You like when heโs dramatic, though itโs not all that dramatic to him. He means it. You are an angel, and he doesnโt deserve you.ย
Peter takes the mask off and chucks it aside, then shoves the suit down to his ankles and hops out of it unsuccessfully. It gets stuck on his foot, and he nearly loses his balance, his forehead skimming the bottom of the mattress. โOh, fuck,โ he says, laughing, sobered quickly when your snoring stops.ย
You donโt wake.ย
Peter pretends he isnโt heartbroken for a second, โcos at least it wouldโve been an accident if you heard him. Now heโs gonna have to do something unforgivable.ย
โFucking New York,โ he says, crawling up the bed, sweat still wet on his back from all the swinging and fighting heโs done, โquiet now Iโm home. What Iโd give for a pissed off taxi driver right now.โ
โMm?โ
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โCome here.โ
You raise a brow at Clark but do as he tells you to. Youโre surprisedโClark doesnโt often forget a please. In fact, Clark usually prefaces any favour with a great many darling-angel-girl-sweetheart-baby-please-if-you-arenโt-busies.
You donโt flinch when he raises his hand to your face, even as his thumb gets in the corner of your mouth and his index finger aligns with your eyelashes, nearly too close. He rubs your cheek, then, and squints at you like youโve done something quizzical, as if heโs not the one acting strange.
โClark?โ
โSorry,โ he says, tipping your face to the side, sounding a little lost, like heโs not quite there as he stares at your eyes and your nose and the down tilt of your mouth. โJust needed to touch you, I think. For a bit.โ
โWell, next time you could say please.โ
โNext time you could do as youโre told and not complain,โ he says, that weird faraway look fading as he holds back a laugh. โSorry. I know you know Iโm kidding, but I still hated it. Iโm so sorry. Iโm a terrible person.โ
โYouโre fine,โ you say, rolling your eyes.
Clark hums and gently lowers your eyelid with his thumb. You let the other eye close, going still and quiet as you feel Clark lean in and kiss the eyelid he isnโt touching. โThat tickles,โ you whisper.
โGood,โ he says, trailing another kiss down your cheek, then at your jaw, under your ear and at the side of your neck. Featherlight. So soft you almost miss the last one he places right under your chin.
You feel his nose more than his mouth, and you wrap you arms around him to insist on another with more force.
spider studies | peter parker (18+)
โคท arachnid!peter parker x fem!reader
โญ๏ธ warnings: nsfw, smut, college setting, inaccurate depictions of arachnology and entomology, established relationships, fluff, rough p in v, porn little plot, breeding kink, arachnid!peter, dirty talk, inappropriate use of webs (bdsm), soft dom!peter
โญ๏ธ word count: 4.2k
โญ๏ธ a/n: this literally came to me in a vision right before bed and i woke up like a sleeper agent and got to work. kinda proofread so we kinda die like men
synopsis: You're an overworked entomology student trying to finish a report on spiders and their mating cycles. At the same time, Peter Parker is undergoing strange, ravenous arachnid changes in his body. Lucky for you, Peter also happens to be your boyfriend.
oh my. the dirty talk, the growling, the dominance. all while wearing the mask?!!! i need a minute ๐ฎโ๐จ
โNo,โ he breathes roughly. โGet back here.โ
โMore than anything,โ he breathes out, his hand blanketing yours to keep it there. โEvery cell in my body is begging for you.โ
could cum just from these sections alone.
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Not All That Glitters is Gold
prompt: during your engagement celebration, you learn from your fiancรฉ's niece that he holds choice words about you. -> or finding out he calls you clingy behind your back.
pairing: Daemon Targaryen x female!reader
fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon
collection masterlist: Clingy Baby
word count: 4.2k+
warnings: small AU timeline with light spoilers, cursing, lil fluff, some drama, lil angst, established relationship, friends-to-lovers, relationship angst, small NSFW dialogue and cursing, sequel eligible, small family angst, mentions alcohol consumption, height difference.
breaking up is hard to do
synopsis: After breaking up with Adrian Chase, you find your dating life thwarted at every turn by Evergreen's own Vigilante.
pairing: adrian chase x reader tags: stalker vigilante, possessive & jealous adrian (wait maybe this also works for your suggestion @genuinelygemini!), that being said - generally lots of antics and humor, angst, fluff, (but it's adrian so there's still murder), reader kind of matches vij's freak, brief sexual references, language, attempted mugging, gun violence word count: 9.1k (sorry I got carried away) note: (Based on this request from @danversxwasabi <3) as I'm not sure what's going on with the tumblr reblog/comments/notes situation this is a reminder that all my work is also cross-posted on my AO3 (I'm actually going to be changing my username there to match here soon!)
You were fairly certain that Vigilante was cockblocking you.
If you were being technical, your suspicions had started a few months ago, when youโd gotten back on the market after a particularly painful breakup with โ
Adrian Chase had beenโฆAdrian Chase had been the perfect boyfriend. Until he wasnโt.ย
Youโd met just over a year ago, when Adrian waltzed into your coffee shop just before closing, a gleam in his eye and a demand for โsomething thatโll keep me awake. For like, a really, really long time. I want to get punched in the face with caffeine.โ
It was said with the particular intensity of a man who definitely didnโt need caffeine ever, but youโd indulged him anyway.
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Batfam x Neglected Reader but the reader turns out to be the Jokers child and even he doesnโt know about.
But hereโs the thingโฆ
They are completely normal??? Like sure they arenโt a vigilante, and they get brushed aside so often because nobody thinks of them as special (nobody knows they are related to the Joker anyway) and donโt look further into who they are as a person.
Cue reader getting kidnapped by the Joker after he finds out they are his kid, is broadcasting the whole kidnapping thing because he wants to laugh in Bruce Wayneโs face that HE adopted HIS kid without even knowing the connection.
Of course Batfam freak the fuck out because how did they not even know??? Of course nobody looked at your records, but come on!
The gang show up in hopes to save you (and contain you because you ARE related to the joker) only to see Joker fearing for his life trying to get away from you while you throw his gadgets and shit at him.
Reader: WHERES MY MONEY BITCH?!
Joker: WHAT?!
Reader: DEAD BEAT ASS MOTHERFUCKER! Get your ass back here, you cheap Halloween decoration fuck!
Joker: Now Sweetie! Itโs extremely rude to talk to your father that way-
Reader: Bitch?! Bruce Wayne may have brushed me off so many times growing up but at least he had the decency to pay child support, you dead beat!๏ฟผ
Tim: shouldโฆ should we stop them?
Jason: God no, whatโs wrong with you? This is like a dream come true to me.
All you hear is the Jokers screams and your loud cursing for him to pay child support. Eventually Joker even pleads to Batman to take him back to to jail because his child might be even crazier then him and needs to be AWAY.
When the Police take him away, Batman talks to readerโฆ and itโs very awkward.
Batman: have youโฆ called your parental figure?
Reader: my dad? Naaah, heโs way too busy with whatever.
Batman: but you were just kidnapped. Surely heโs worried.
Reader: you think Bruce Wayne is gonna want a child thatโs related to the joker to be in his own household??? Pleaaaseโฆ after that whole exchange being broadcasted, I bet you he would want nothing to do with me.
You said it all with a smile on your face, and Bruce couldnโt help but think how heโs has failed another child.
The guilt basically eats at everyone so they all silently agree to watch over you nowโฆ
And keep an eye on you Incase you take after your fatherโฆ
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wait...we're not dating? - j. todd
gn!reader x jason todd
summary: for the entire year you and jason have known each other, he assumed you two were dating and had no idea that you weren't.
warnings: none but lmk if i missed something, just jason being oblivious, might be a little ooc
UNEDITED!!!
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Anonymous asked:
simple!targ reader beating ormund in a game of cyvasse ๐ค๐ค or perhaps the reader doing an unexpected move during the game and it completely throws ormund off
gentle winnings, harsh losings
ormund x simple targ!reader // sexism, like ormund levels of sexism, slut-shaming, ormund being delusional both about teaching reader and losing to her, sexual references, no descriptions of reader // ormund hightower!tag was on the cyvasse wiki and understood nothing but apparently grrm didn't write all of the game's rules soooo....
Ormund is charmed by your ignorance. Truly, sweetling. It would be easy for a lesser man to become impatient with a woman who is already confused by the ivory elephant upon the board. Your lord possesses greater forbearance.
How else would he be deserving of watering his dark flower?
"Why will my elephant not be able to remove a heavy horse from the board? It may not be a light horse...but a horse is a horse."
Ormund smiles, closed-lipped and genuine. He would laugh if he were a more reactive man, as well.
"It is a game, Princess. It need not be an accurate representation."
You place the elephant beside one of the horses to compare anyway.
"Oh...alright."
There are moments when your incomprehension is irritating, often times these damned moments are aligned with your inability to know you are urging his cock on with your whorish nature. But with Cyvasse, your simplicity is merely feminine and correctable.
Best of fucking all, it requires you to look to him for answers.
"No. Here. I have told you this before. Here. Do you understand?"
Whenever you reach for a piece, your savor is a wave against Ormund's nose, your knees brush his against your skirts. What a conveniently narrow table, hm? It keeps you from being accused of temptation.
When you move the dragon improperly, Ormund captures your hand, tsking. He guides your fingers to another square but neglects to release them.
"I think so."
"Think, do you? I expect confidence from a Targaryen."
You look up at him, your hand still enclosed within his. "No. I mean, no, I do not think. Yes, my lord. I understand."
His cock thickens against his breeches. To be above a Targaryen princess in the hierarchy of Cyvasse, how the god rewards him for keeping himself restrained from taking you from your mother and off to Oldtown to learn decent ways.
...And from fucking you until you drool. Yes. That too.
"Would you prefer to remove your trebuchets? They complicate the field."
"Will you remove yours?"
"I do not require a simplified game, and I shall hear nothing of unfairness. The purpose of this first match is not to compete...rather for me to instruct."
Your pout, he would correct right this second. But this is not Oldtown. Ormund may be rewarded by being your guide for this game, but the dream you grew up with his instruction is merely that.
"...I wanted to compete, Lord Ormund."
...Even your disappointment is sweet enough to nearly master him.
"Very well. You may attempt the full game, and I will aid you. Your education is much more important than a single victory. But I have played many times before. Can I expect our princess to not take to dramatics if she loses?"
The gratitude his words give you nearly sends you jumping. His simple sweetling whore, delighted just to be permitted to fail before him.
"No, my lord! Of course not."
As he waits for you to arrange your pieces behind the screen, Ormund begins imagining the abundance of things you require a man to teach you. You seem to obey quite well, but that must be a result of your mother. Shame, all your best traits arise from his exhausted cousin.
Alicent cannot teach you what a good wife could be with your mouth of yours, can she?
"May I ask what is taking you so long, princess? Do you require assistance?"
"No, I am only deciding where the pieces look the most comfortable."
...Your answer is born of the most idiotic reasoning Ormund has ever heard. How do you make him nearly burst with seed from nothing? Would the gods punish him for punishing you over something you do not know you are doing? You are not his, yet. He supposes he will not find his answer soon.
"...Well. What an intriguing setup."
When Ormund removes the screen, he finds your dragon exposed and your trebuchets sitting so far from the tiled field that it might as well be in fucking Dorne. What a disaster. He surveys the many errors before looking at your expectant face.
"Thank you. I tried my best."
He has never wanted to climb across a cyvasse table and ruin a woman more in his life...if at all.
Once more. He thinks of many punishments for your cunt that befit the crime of warming his cock without even the slightest touch of your fingers.
You surrender your dragon first. Seven Hells. How he must hold in his laughter.
"Princess. I may take it if you leave it there."
"...Will I lose if you take it?"
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savor // ormund hightower x targ!reader
ormund arrives in king's landing expecting to witness the corruption of daeron's siblings, just to find you---a shy, sweet-smelling targaryen. obsessive!ormund and afab!reader, scent kink, imaginations of grooming, mentions of ormund dubconing you, good ol hightower sexism, male masturbation, no descriptions of reader are used, this is kinda giving frollo tf, // wc: 2.6K // drabble idea post // @cursed-carmine as credit for the divider // may turn this into a full-on fic idk but hope u enjoy
When Ormund is invited to King's Landing, he comes expecting a vile decadence that he will mislike and mislike only. He knows himself so. The court, he finds, is loud and gaudy. King Viserys is much weaker than Alicent's letters suggested. There was, unfortunately, no expectation that the man would reek of disease as much as he does.
But he expected Aegon to be exactly as...undisciplined as the rumors claim, and that's him being as munificent as he can. Aemond, on the other hand, Ormund can sense the boy's chaotic resentment without him speaking a word. This is no surprise.
He expected to find his cousin's children thoroughly spoiled by their fatherโs weakness and their own blasphemous blood, and although it is not in his right to crowly boast, he's sure all the effort he's put into raising Daeron has been a triumph.
That is true enough, looking at his brothers. This, again, he had all expected.
But Ormund does not think to expect you.
You are the youngest daughter of Alicent and Viserys, a soft-spoken princess hidden between your unabashed, strange siblings. He is more than aware of your letters to Daeron, ones he used to personally oversee earlier in the boy's youth until the scribbled nonsense of childhood conversation began to bore him.
It was unassuming enough that he didn't think much of you in concept, and that seems to be the same for the rest of your family.
Have you been overlooked often enough that gentleness somehow settles in you?
He watches you lower your gaze when others address you. You thank servants for the most meager of mandatory tasks. And Ormund is sure, when he makes the mistake of having his attention linger too long on you, that your cheeks warm without you helping it.
It lingers solely due to curiosity, really, because it is your scent that creeps around the corner before you do.
The first breath of you, through the stale smells of the Red Keep, seizes him.
Ormund would be right to claim that you smell of devilish temptation. Temptation has been given a body...of immense beauty. My, he has to keep hold of himself upright before you even curtsy.
What is this fucking nonsense that he has been met with?
"My lord."
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Anonymous asked:
Idk if you plan on writing more for Ormund butttt id be very happy if you did ๐ especially the simple!targ reader dynamic
a harmless jest (unintentionally ragebaiting ormund pt 2)
you make the mistake of telling ormund of a time when daeron humorously wrote to you of his odor sensitivities...
WC: 3.9k // scent kink, obsessive!ormund x afab targ!reader, anger issues, misogyny, slut-shaming, mentions of abuse, manipulation, ormund takes reader's POV of him insanely seriously and won't admit it, ormund's feelings are hurt, not as filthy in thought but still delicious cause ormund is whining and suffering, daeron matters to him enough that he can't control his rage around you this time, reader straight up lying about daeron loving ormund and she don't even know it // headcanons based on some draft scenes that will not be shown in savor pt 2. //
With Lord Ormund being here for the time being, you can't help but think of what little you have learned of him through your correspondence with his ward, your brother Daeron. You can only think of it as mere curiosity that he is a guest you met for the first time days ago, and yet, with the privilege of having a sibling who was raised by him, you know more of him than most acquaintances.
Though if you can be so risky, you would like to think of yourself more as a friend to your Lord Ormund. The thought makes you happy.
What you remember of the lord of Oldtown makes you laugh as it once did all those years ago when Daeron wrote of it. It was in childish handwriting, nestled between ramblings of his Tessarion being stubborn and a complaint about his teachings.
'My sire can smell an onion rotting from three rooms away. I think his nose was given the authority of a small lordship all its own.'
His quip had been followed by a drawing of a nose wearing a crown. You had thought it terribly funny when you were younger, even though lords do not wear crowns.
When Ormund mentions the miserable state of the Red Keep kitchens, you remember once more, thinking he would find it humorous as well. That is all.
"Princess, I hope you do not find my opinions on the state of your home insulting."
"My brother once wrote that you could smell a spoiled vegetable through three rooms. I shall not take it to heart."
You expect Ormund to scoff, to laugh, even. He is a...man of smiles, for the most part. You enjoy that about him.
He halts himself from drinking, his cup stopping halfway to his mouth.
"What?"
You are sitting across from him in his guest chambers and have simply been watching him abuse the quality of the meat put before him. You smile.
"He wrote it to me once, he was only jesting. But I see what he means. You have a keen sense of smell, my lord."
You defend Daeron only from the lecture you assume is coming as you take in Ormund's nostrils flaring and how he blinks several times, but not quickly. He lowers his cup.