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Blindfold | Tom Holland x Male!Reader (SMUT)

A/N: My thirsty mind couldn’t let his blindfold comment slip by unnoticed. So, hereby a male reader variant.

“I’ve missed you.” He whispers, taking careful steps backward into the bedroom. His arms locked around you. Kissing the skin on your neck. The small yellow flames danced on the wax tops as they barely lit the room. You’re effortlessly guided to the edge of the bed. Straddling his lap, feeling his member bulge against the fabric. “Fuck…” His ragged breath shudders against your lips.

“Tom…” You work your way under his shirt. Gracing his warm skin, fingers brushing his muscles. And it’s only a matter of seconds for you both lose your clothing. Rubbing your groin against his. “I want you.” He growled as he plants his teeth into the skin of your collarbone. You flinch away and push him down by placing both your hands on his shoulders. Tom’s gaze is filled with lust as he gritted his teeth, showing them a little as his lips jerked up. Angling your hip just right, you feel his cock slide past your cheeks, and pop up behind you. You feel your own rippling onto his warm skin and past his muscles. He opens his mouth and rolls out his tongue, eagerly awaiting you. But you slide back and bend down. Meeting his gaze up close.

His eyes widen. “Oh…You don’t want my mouth?” He says with a playful grin. You ignore his comment and grind your hip against his member, teasing him with your asscheeks. Kissing his jawline and slowly move to his ear.

“You in for something new?” You whisper, biting softly into his earlobe. “Something… exciting.” From his shoulders, your hands glide up the side of his neck, to caress his now almost bald head — only prickly little hairs left.

“Fuck yeah, babe…” He groans, his body grinding against yours. “Gimme…” Slapping both his hands into your asscheeks and kneading them with great finesse. “Show me, honey.”

“Close your eyes for me, Tommy…” From underneath the cushion, you reveal the blindfold. And slide the band over his head, blinding his eyes.

“Shit…Babe… I was gonna say this was only a joke but…” He stifled a moan as you suck on his nipple. Massaging his other peck with your hand. “It isn't…”

“Yeah, I couldn’t stop thinking about you…” Grinding your pelvis against his. Cocks brushing past each other. “…and that blindfold comment.”

“God…” Tom moans deep and long as his breathing fastens as you worship every inch of his body. “I’m so fucking happy you saw that…” His fingers tracing down the back of your spine.

You kiss your way back up, from chest to his collarbone and up to his ear. “Tell me…” You whisper into his ear while circling your thumb around his chin to and from his lips. “Tommy…” Letting it slip in between his lips as he sensually sucks on it. “What is it you want?” Letting your breath fan out across his naked skin. The goosebumps rising on his arms.

“Are you for real?”

“Yes, sweetheart. But you follow my rules.” Gracing a finger along his length. Twitching slightly at your touch. “Tell me what you want…” And as you whisper it to him, you step away from him. Moving to the front of the bed. Gazing down upon his yearning body.

“(Y/N)…” He shakes. “I want you… I wanna feel you…”

You kneel down again and start licking his length with your tongue. Slow and irregular, from all different angles. While keeping an eye on his blindfold. His moans are shallow and short. “Is that the only thing you want…?” You can feel him harden even further at the suggestion. As you wrap your lips around his cock.

Gripping the sheet with both his hands, your mouth gets filled with his full length as he arches his hips upwards. Coating every inch of his cock with your saliva. You follow through with the movement and continue to suck down on it. The taste of pre-cum already on your tongue signals you to stop. You watch the little drops roll from the slit of his cockhead. “You can’t, baby boy.” Kissing the skin around his length, and continue to lap the underside of his cock. “Not yet.”

“Please, let me feel you.” He whines. “I wanna…” He pants and wheezes. “I wanna feel that tight ass of yours. Yeah…Make it all nice and wet.”

“Tell me how much you want it.” You continue to tease him by bringing your lips to his cock. Forcing a deep grunt from him. As you take the head between your lips. Sliding him up and down your throat. Gasps of pleasure cry out from Tom at the sudden sensation of you teasing his entrance. With two fingers, you rub against the tight flesh of his hole. “Does that feel good?” You mutter.

“Yes! Oh, my God!” He roared, his body jerks on the mattress. “I… I… "He stutters as sweat breaks out across his skin. Conflicted by his wants and needs. You hear your name being cursed over and over again. As the skin of his hole begins to give way, soften the resistance. Accepting your fingers. With a pop, you release your lips from his length. "What is you want, Tom?” And pepper a few kisses along his inner thighs, carefully working inwards. Were you tenderly let your tongue glide around his sack, while keeping an eye on him. “Tell me, Tommy…” From your position, you observe the dancing streaks of candlelight shimmer past the drops of sweat glistering on his abs. A gorgeous sight to see.

“Please, I want to feel you.” He shudders.

You lean forward, hovering above him. “But which part of me, Tom?” You whisper and begin pressing rapid kisses along his chest and move down. “I wanna hear you say it.” Licking his member again.

“Ride me, baby.” He quipped. “I wanna stretch you. Fill you all up, baby!” Groans and grunts follow as his mind wraps around the thought of it. But not seeing you. Only sensing you. “Please let me bury my cock deep inside you.”

You halt, watching his chest heave up and down. Wetting his lips as he eagerly awaits your reaction. Moving back up, you hover yourself above his body, like a tiger prowling its prey. Letting the warm skin of your tongue dance across his torso. Raking your nails down his sides. Making him grunt and curse your name. Finishing with a gentle kiss on the lips. “Good boy.” You bring your hips to his member, and with two fingers, you guide his tip to your hole. Still slicked from your tongue.

With his tip at your hole, you let yourself sink onto his cock. A fraction of resistance fades away. And as he enters you, it’s almost like the wind gets pushed from your lungs. Leaving you breathlessly, grunting at his size, stretching your insides. Tom moans are mixed with curses as his body shuddered. You seat yourself on your knees and let the numbing feeling wash over you. Hands clamping onto the headboard of the bed. Clinging on for life, trying to stabilize yourself from all the pleasures coursing through you. As your head hangs in-between. “Y-You’re so tight.” Tom’s hands clasp onto the side of your hips. His fingers digging deep into your skin. Arching his hips into you. “Fuck, just like that.” He groans. You can feel him bucking into you. Desperate to grind inside you. But forcefully putting your weight onto his hips, you limit his movement.

You then begin to swirl your pelvis in small circles, feeling his cock brush every part inside you. “T-Tom…” You pant. “How does that feel?” The words fall shuddered from your lips. Rolling your hips slowly back and forth. His grunts become noisier.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so amazing.”

“Slow and steady, handsome.” You bend forward onto you knees, creating more space between your ass and his pelvis. “Give it to me…” You groan into his ear. And so he begins pushing into you. With both hands holding onto the headboard, you feel him rubbing into you. Deeper and deeper. Momentum increasing thrust by thrust. To a point, you can’t control his speed any longer. The grip on your hip tightens. Drilling you with short, rapid thrusts. You swear you can feel him getting bigger and bigger. The throbbing sensation in your cock growing by each thrust. Pushing into your sweet spot at just the right angle.

“I can feel it, babe.” He pants for air. “You’re getting close…”

“T-T-Tom…” You mutter softly. As the words fell short for the overwhelming feelings flooding your system. He looked so gorgeous writhing beneath you, such a mixture of hot and adorable, you can hardly hold it in. Involuntary, your body squeezed itself around him. Feeling his dick surge into you even more, as he arches himself deeper into you.

“I wanna see you, babe. Please let me. I wanna see you cum for me.” From the headboard, you lose your grip and you slide down, arching forward, having one arm wrapped around his head. Your trembling fingers fumbling with the band of the blindfold. The other helping you reach your climax. “I wanna see you bust all over me.” He breathes faster and faster. You can feel him swell inside you. “P-Please…”

The sensation is utterly amazing. The blindfold falls from his eyes. And two beautiful brown orbs envelop you. His fingers dig deep into your skin. Both of you are grunting, lost in ecstasy. With a final cry, he thrusts once, deep and hard. His dick pulsing in your ass, hugging your body as tightly as possible against his. Tom’s intense growl gave way to a surge of wetness filling you up. A pulse of energy. Pumping deep into you. As he watches you in amazement and fascination as the ropes of cum shoot out of you onto his chest. Both lost in a moment of bliss.

“What’s next, baby?” He chuckles, combing his fingers through your hair as you lay there, worn and torn. Face buried deep into the side of his neck. Catching your breath. “Something with roleplay?”

“Let’s switch first…” Pulling the blindfold from underneath him. “Before you pull out your Spidey costume.”

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One and Only | Tom Holland x Gender Neutral Reader

Pairing: Tom Holland x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: lots of fluff

Wordcount: 617

A/N: The holidays are upon us! ❤️ Jerod

“It looks as though this cold snap is going to last just a little bit longer. The Met Office wants to remind everyone to take caution, as temperatures are going to dip below freezing for the next few days. Ice has already been reported in several parts of the London area, and poses a hazard to motorists and pedestrians alike.”

Tom turns off the telly, laying back against the couch. “I hate the cold,” you complain for probably the thirtieth time about the weather, Tom chuckling as he looks out the window.

“It started snowing again,” he points out. You huff in frustration, crossing your arms over your chest. “Oh, come on darling. It’s not all that bad.” The incredulous look he receives from you makes him roll his eyes. “Think about it this way. We get to wear oversized, comfy sweaters…” He retracts his hands inside his sleeves and flops them around to prove his point, making you chuckle no matter how hard you try not to. “-and it gives us an excuse to cuddle however much we want!”

“I guess you’re right,” you tease, both of you knowing you’d never refuse cuddles.

“Speaking of which…” He adjusts himself, moving to lounge against the back of the chaise. He holds his arm open, beckoning you toward him. You can’t help the small smile that spreads across your face as you curl into his side, head resting against his chest as his arm wraps around you.

Your eyes begin to slide closed of their own volition, a part of your mind reminding you to savor every moment with Tom that you can get. You cuddle closer to him as he brings his hand up to card through your hair. You tighten your grip on his sweater ever so slightly as he places a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering on the soft flesh. He does eventually pull away, however, tightening his hold on you.

The room becomes quiet. Only the sounds of the fire crackling away in the fireplace and gentle breathing apparent to your senses. That is, until a light humming is added to the mix. Tom’s chest vibrates as he continues with the melody of a song you can’t quite remember.

“I don’t know why I’m scared, I’ve been here before,” he starts to sing softly, “Every feeling, every word, I’ve imagined it all. You never know if you never try, to forgive your past and simply be mine.”

He leans down and places another kiss to your head, his eyes sliding closed. Knowing how much you love when he sings to you, however, he pulls away and continues, “I dare you to let me be your, your one and only. Promise I’m worthy, to hold in your arms. So come on and give me the chance, to prove that I’m the one who can, walk that mile, until the end starts.”

You slowly open your eyes, pulling back to look up at him. The twinkling lights of the Christmas tree refract off his chocolate irises, captivating you in his stare. “So…” he whispers, “what do you say?”

“Huh?” He chuckles, placing another quick kiss to your forehead.

“Will you let me be your one and only?” You lean forward and capture his lips with yours, moving to straddle him without breaking away. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him as he deepens the kiss. Before too much longer, however, you break away. Ignoring the slight whine of protest from Tom, you stare into his eyes again.

“Of course,” you state seriously, “I love you.” He breaks into a huge grin, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I love you too.”

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Peter Parker x male reader

Fandom: Somewhere between Endgame and Far From Home Genre: angst with a hint of fluff Requested (by @theauthorishere): i know i’m basic, but can we go for some Peter Parker fluff? Warnings: implied anxiety? not sure, mentions of death Words: 1,044 Author’s Note: I know this said fluff, I’m sorry

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The train station was packed, you could already see that from the window of the train. People were all over the place, melting into one big colourful mass in front of your eyes. With one big step you dived into the scramble, suitcase close behind you. Senseless, and deaf to all that happened around you, you floated through this sea. People bumped into you, some of them turned around, mouths open, mute to you, like fish. The stream pushed you further to your destination. The safe haven, also known as ‘On the left side of the entrance’ – that’s what Peter had told you.

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Regret | Tom Holland x Male!Reader

A/N: Turns out, writing angst is extremely challenging! And no matter how many times you rewrite something. Some things never live up to how you imagine it in the first place.

This has been in the works since forever. And by forever, I mean early 2018. (Early draft was in Dec ‘17) It incorporates around four separate requests for angst. And never lived up to my expectations. It’s just so difficult to write Tom this way. Enough rambling. I present to you, my first and final angst.

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“I wasn’t expecting you yet.” You remark, making your way to the kitchen.

“Hmmm…” He hums. “Have you seen (YOUR BEST FRIEND’S NAME) lately?”

“Last week, I think. Why?”

“You don’t remember, or you don’t want to tell me?”

Surprised by his sneer, you turn to him. A grim and dark expression painted on his face. Clenched jaws. Staring at you with a stern expression. Your heart stopped for a second. A lump forming in your throat. You haven’t seen him like this before. “Tom…” Slowly approaching him. “What’s this about?”

Tom didn’t react, he just sat there. Running his hands through his hair. Averting eye contact. You thought you could see a shimmer in his eye.

“We p-promised…” A balled fist strikes the marble. Making you jump. “We wouldn’t keep secrets from each other!” Blood-red eyes connect with yours.

“I don’t, Tom! I don’t! What’s going on…?!”

“You’re lying, (Y/N)… I know you are.”

“I… I don’t get it, Tom!”

“They found out! The world knows! And you’ve been cheating behind my back like it’s nothing.”

“Wh-… W-What?“ You frantically look around for a hint to this sudden outburst of rage. "I don’t want to play this game, Tom. Tell me!”

“Well then, have a look!” Tom’s finger pushed onto the tablet in front of him. His nostrils flaring. Breathing heavily.

You pick up the tablet from the kitchen counter and quickly swipe through some apps. But honestly, you had no clue what to look for. “What’s there to see? Some news about the Brexit. Nothing more.”

When you look up from your tablet, you notice Tom isn’t happy about the remark. “It’s everywhere!” He shouts. Pulling the tablet from your hands. Smashing the screen with such ferocity, you’re afraid he might just push right through.

“See!” Throwing the tablet back down. “They found out about us (Y/N)!” His voice booms through the apartment. “‘They followed us everywhere!” You feel frightened at the sudden outburst of anger Tom displayed. “And now they come up with these pictures?!”

In a calm fashion, you try to get hold of the tablet. Your eyes catch sight of the article on the screen. A humongous picture underneath the title makes your heart skip a beat. “Convince me otherwise, (Y/N)!” Tom keeps yelling. “But for me, it all adds up!”

That was last week. You had picked Tom up. In high definition, the picture showed you and Tom sharing a passionate kiss. No denying it was you and Tom. The smaller inset pictures followed what happened next. Kisses along your neck. Hands slipping under shirts. Teasing each other as you walked inside. It had been days since you had last seen each other. You longed for each other. What a night that was. Your thoughts drifted off for a moment.

But the second later, the pieces of the puzzle fell in place. At the beginning of your relationship with Tom. You promised to keep the affection and such on a low for the outside world. No kissing. No holding hands. Going on tours was a rarity. And if you did, you’d sleep in a different hotel. Just to avoid suspicion. All in all, the façade, the lie, held up for months. Tom wasn’t ready to out himself yet. And for a good reason so. You weren’t either. As long as you could keep doing your work, and lay low for the press. You were perfectly fine with it. Tom was good at handling the press and media too. But keeping up the lie was tiresome for him as well. But it worked out. Your name barely came up in social media. Admittedly you searched your name once in a while. But no connections to Tom in any way. Until today. The title’s fat letters didn’t twist any of its meaning.

They had seen you with your best friend. Multiple times. For several days. In various places. It’s all true. It happened. But they didn’t find the purpose of those meetups. No mention of it anywhere.

Your name was all over the article. What started as a simple article with suspicions and rumors turned into filthy lies. Mentions of betrayal. Suspicions of double play with your old friend. Tom wasn’t spared. Horrible stories and rumors were thrown into the world without a second thought. Adding upon Tom’s angst for this career. His possible failed relationship with you. Tom was afraid his outing would affect his career. And on that fear, the article builds up on about countless possible doom scenarios. Now aware of what you should search, your fear became a reality. Every website had your name, and Tom spilled out. With a feeling of guilt, you gaze up from your tablet. You could see the corners of Tom’s eyes turning watery.

“Tom…” You walk towards him. Grabbing him by his shoulders. “This is not what it looks like. Please listen to me.”

“Back the fuck off!“ Breaking your hold on his shoulder. Raising to his feet. Taking a stand very near to you. "This is exactly what it looks like!”

"It’s not! And I know what you’re going to say, Tom!” Pointing your finger at him. “But there’s nothing true about a relationship with him.”

“Then tell me! Were you ever going to tell me about him?”

“I’ve have told you before! But… it’s not what it looks like! I told you we grab a bite! Do some shopping. That’s all!”

“If that’s all… Then those pictures probably tell half the truth…”

“They don’t! Don’t you get it!? A hug means nothing…”

“Then explain to me the hidden checkbook…” That comment burnt a hole into your soul. “What is it for?”

“I-… “ Your breath stocks in your throat.

“WHAT IS IT FOR (Y/N)?” He yelled, screaming from the top of his lungs.

“I-… I… can’t say. I’m sorry. But…”

“I was hoping you’d say something else.”

“I would… But I… I can’t…”

“Then… W-We’re done here…” He snickers. “We’re done…” Collapsing onto the bar stool. You see the first tear rolling down his cheek. Just before he wipes it away with the palm of his hand. “Y-You need to go.”

“What’s that going to solve?” Trying to push back the tears welling in your eyes. “I’m not going, Tom. Give me some time.”

“You lied to me…” His voice trembles. “And if I had stayed at the hotel. Nothing of this would have happened!” In a fell sweep, the tablet crashes against the wall opposite of you. Splinters shatter across the floor. “YOU LIED TO ME!”

“No, Tom… It’s not ending like this. We can work this out.”

“I just don’t get it! You put everything on the line for what exactly…?”

“What…? No, I-…”

“Do you have any idea what Marvel will do to my contract?! You ever thought about that? It’s all gone to shit. Gone! ALL OF IT! ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!

“D-Don’t you act this out on me. Because if you-“

“Then what (Y/N)?!” The tears were streaming down his face. Screaming right into your face. “You made everything more difficult than it already was. You are the reason it’s all gone to shit! You lied to me. And you were the one to keep secrets from me.”

“Cut the crap, Tom!” You couldn’t hold the tears back. “One thing led to the other. But we fucked up! We made love! In the open. Like fucking human beings! Just give me time to explain!”

“The time is NOW!” Slamming his fist down onto the kitchen counter. “Tell me for fuck sake!”

“NO! Your wrong, Tom! I did my fair share of holding up our lie up as much as you did. I always booked different hotels. Never showed up at the same event as you. Never went to the beach with you. Never went to movies with you. Never went on a dinner with you. Never went on a holiday with you. Never shared the same plane. All to keep suspicions and rumors low. You see… Our love was caged inside this apartment. I didn’t mind. I came to terms with it. Because I love you…”

“Stop trying to fix this, (Y/N)…”

“Zendaya… Who made that lie up? All the sleepovers? Just as a cover-up.“ From the living room, you hear your ringtone. The news must be spreading like wildfire.

“And in the end… it doesn’t matter. Does it?” He sneers.

“If we knew that from the start-“ Throwing your arms up in a defeated manner.

“-I wouldn’t have gone through with this.” He quips. You could feel your heart shatter in a thousand little pieces. Leaving a gaping hole behind. A vast emptiness. Numbed by the few simple words spat right into your face. Your legs turn to stone. Tom had never hurt you like this before. “From the start, we talked everything through and through. Yet, you lie and hide things from me.”

As if you dazzled by his words, you take steps backward. Shaking your head in denial. You still hear your ringtone buzzing. With heavy legs, you start stumbling towards the sound. ”(Y/N)…" He grips your arm firm as you try to move away, holding you in place, making you even angrier than you already were. “I want you to leave…” You slap his arm away and move onward.

Through the tears welling in your eyes, you see a call from your parents. Already having missed tens of others from friends and colleagues. You put the phone on silent. Not wanting to speak to anyone for the next couple of hours.

You just want to get your thoughts in order. Be alone. Process what all had happened. Think long and hard about the future. How everything was going to change. But most of all. Tom. Those words. You keep telling yourself it were mere words in the heat of the moment. But deep down. Your feelings tell you otherwise. Where there’s smoke, there is a fire.

You pace through the hallway towards the front door. But turn into the bedroom instead. Crawling onto the sheets. Tears streaming down your cheek. Tom’s words echo through your head. You didn’t want to leave. You needed time alone.

“You can pack up later.” He stands in the doorway. Heaving heavily, nostrils flaring. His attention gets shifted to Tess running through his legs. As she jumps onto the bed, crawling into your lap.

“Tess!” Tom calls out. “C’mere! Bad girl.” But Tess doesn’t flinch.

“At least she made the right choice, Tom. I hope you think about yours as well.” Your voice trembling. “You’re wrong… Y-You need time… Think this through…”

“No! I don’t! I-…I swear… If you take Tess from me-…“ Rubbing the tears from his eyes. “You…Y-”

“I didn’t take her, T-Tom. It’s her choice…”

“No-no… no…” He mutters with his hands in his hair. Slamming the door shut. You hear loud screams echoing from the living room. Things being shattered and broken. Tess shudders and shakes on your lap at each noise. Silence soon follows after. You can’t help it. The tears come back again. As quiet as possible, you sob on the sheets of the bed. Tess licking your fingers. Crawling closer and closer to you.

Everything around you reminded you of Tom. His shorts on the floor. The smelly socks in the corner. The Spider-Man figurine on the shelf. Even the sheets of the bed smelled of his earthy cologne. But there’s always that one thing that made you smile. The frames hanging opposite the bed. In the year you’ve been together, you had started with just one. You framed your favorite picture you shot from Tom. You remember that moment clearly. That was your first weekend together. With the morning sun peeking through the curtains, you woke up with Tom, arms around you, legs intertwined, and cuddled close to you. Through your sleepy eyes, you saw him smiling. At first, you thought he was awake. Kissing him, good morning. Whispering in his ear. But surprisingly, he was deep asleep. Tom just didn’t stop smiling. Not even when he slept. It was the damn cutest thing you ever saw. That was your first picture. And he adored it. True love, he admitted in full confidence. Not soon after, you found a new picture on the wall. Tom had framed one from you. And so the wall of pictures grew over time. It was perfect…

You open your eyes to a quiet apartment. You must have cried yourself to sleep. As you gaze on your watch. You hear nothing from the apartment. Tom might as well have left the place. Tess still lies close to you. Sleeping as well, you guess. But as soon as you take your phone. She shoots up. You didn’t know your phone could display so many notifications. One after the other came in. Hundreds of missed calls.

Zendaya popped up on your screen. You ponder for a second whether you should take the call. On the one hand, she knew the two of you the best. She played you two on the back of her hand. Always ready with the best advice. On the other, she could be explosive. What if you showed up?

“H-Hey…” Your voice comes out shakenly.

“Finally, (Y/N). God, I was worried. You sound like shit.”

“I-…It’s Tom.”

“Little fucker… I figured something was wrong. Tom’s phone is never off.”

“It’s over Z… He-”

“Nope! You’re wrong. If you-“

“Zendaya! It’s over! You hear me!”

“Ooh Noooo, check the internet. You guys are the-” You cut Zendaya off by pressing the call away. You stare at the screen as you feel the tears welling up again. Seconds later, Zendaya was pilling on pictures. One after the other. After the fifteenth picture, curiosity got the best of you. Wiping the tears from your eyes again. You open them up and scroll through. A sense of joy, relief, and happiness started growing. Every tweet and Instagram post was full of praise for your relationship. Pictures surfaced of you and Tom you never knew existed. The posts went on and on. Zendaya called again.

“I-I… I can’t believe this.” You stutter. “This is-…”

“Amazing, isn’t it? The original article was deleted half an hour later. Not only the internet loves you. The world adores you as a couple.”

“Yeah… So…Tom! Get your little arse in here!” Zendaya calls out through the phone. You quickly press the call away. You had to tell him. You had to convince him. Trembling legs barely hold your weight and in that terrifying moment. Doubts flood your mind. The realization hits home. And it hits hard. Your legs turn to jelly. With balled fists, you rest against the door. Snickering turns in long sorrowful sobs. The tears stream freely down your face. You can trace them as they fall to the floor. You could not hold it back. Tom left you broken. Shattered. This moment would change everything. You realize it just now. From this moment on, your life could change forever. You had to weigh every word against his. You had hope. You hoped Tom would make this right. Dream, it would turn out alright. Hope that Tom had just spoken his thoughts in an act of madness. That it wasn’t the truth. That emotion took the best of him. But fear got the upper hand. Fear of what comes next.

And behind that door was the truth. The truth that could end it all. A reality you rather not face. Because that would rip the one person, you loved most away from you. A truth where you had to say goodbye and go separate ways. You weren’t ready for Tom to go. You couldn’t let him go. You didn’t want him to go. But deep down. You knew it was his call. No matter how many tears you would shed. There was another side to this story, and you wanted to show him.

You shift your weight with one hand against the doorframe. With the other, you grab the handle. The moment was there. You could barely stand on your feet. The hairs on the back of your neck rise as the smell of his cologne teased your nostrils. Again. He had to be close by. A cold sensation pulled on your spine. At the same a knot formed in your stomach. A sickening feeling. You pull open the door with a heavy heart.

Nothing.

You stumble dazed and wary down the hallway. Following the source of the destruction. Spread out in a cone, a spray of shards littered the floor. Sparkling in the wet puddle of water. The bouquet of flowers lying down amidst, almost like it marked a grave. Your gaze gets drawn to the chair, tumbled aside. And the further you tread along the path of destruction, you end up near the source. On the couch, Tom was lying down, wrapped in a blanket. His head down, face covered, and body hunched together. You feel the tears starting to well up in your eyes again. Fighting desperately to hold them back. To steady your breathing and clear your throat. Your trembling fingers struggle to unlock your phone. “T-T-Tom…” You manage to get out. And avert your gaze to the side. Feeling the tears burning in your socket. Wanting to flow so desperately. With the back of your hand, you quickly wipe your eyes clean.

“T-There is another side to this story. And… I want you to see it.“ You stutter. He doesn’t respond as you put your phone near him. No reaction. No movement. "It’s the truth, T-Tom.” You give your phone a small push. Letting it glide along the cushion, falling against him. “If you don’t…” You hesitate for a moment, whether you should throw an arm around him. Comfort him. Brush his cheek. Kiss his forehead, make him feel loved. “-I’m leaving…”

But you can't… You just stand there. Your mind conflicted. Where you so hurt, you doubt you love him? It’s there where you suddenly realize a crossroad in your relationship. You always loved Tom. With all of your heart. But doubt flood your mind. Doubt got the better of you. “I… I’m going to pack if you don’t say anything.” You manage to get out. Giving him the benefit of the doubt. You allow him some time. He needs to see it. Somehow you cling to a sparkle of hope. A sign.

Say something…

But he doesn’t. Your fate is sealed. The end of the line. You turn around, step by step, walking back towards the bedroom. The feet on your legs weigh you down like bricks. Making every step more and more difficult. Your head spins. Feeling light-headed. With one final look onto Tom’s hunched figure, you turn the corner and retreat into the bedroom.

From the bottom drawer, you gather your shirts. Vests. Trousers. All of it. Stuffing it into the case. Your arms shake for a moment. Feeling the tears well up again. In the silence, you hear your phone buzzing in the distance. Minutes go by. Your heart beating against your ribcage. Still clinging to hope. Hoping for something to happen.

But it didn’t.

The silence returns.

You just can’t help it. The corner of your eyes water. The tears burning in your socket. With all your rage and anger, you tear the drawer from its railing. Clothes and underwear fly about the floor. You fall to the ground, breaking down in long sobs of endless sorrow. Burrowing your face into a hoodie, in an effort to muffle your cries. It was all so unbelievable.

You don’t care about clothes or sheets. The money or the furniture. You don’t want any of it. You want him to know the truth. One way or another, you were going to tell him. The rest of it doesn’t matter. You try to gather yourself. Hoist yourself onto your trembling legs. You pace towards the door. Wiping your face clean with one of the shirts laying around.

As you pull open the door, you feel the shift of pressure and weight against it, coming your way. But before you take notice of what’s happening. Tom’s arms close around your neck, pushing you back into the room. Burying his face deep into your neck. You lose your footing, taking a few steps back. And eventually, tumble back onto the bed. He pushes the case of the bed. Throwing everything in a mess. Tom atop you. His sweating shaking body resting on top of you. You try to wrestle yourself free for a couple seconds. Trying to push him off you. Not sure of his intentions. But you hear him snickering in your ear. Turning into sobs. And his sobbing turns into long wails, feeling his heaving chest push against you. The tears seeping into your shirt.

The tension was tangible between the two of you. You didn’t know what to do. For moments you had Tom laying on top of you. Crying out heavily. Your shirt soaking wet from his tears. Not a word came from his lips. Just tears rolling. Right there. And you tried to hold it together. Gather your tears. But seeing Tom like this. You can’t help but cry as well. Feeling broken and hurt.

Minutes go by. Maybe more, before you feel Tom shifting. He positions his hands on your shoulders, slowly hoisting himself upwards. Tom’s eyes were blood red. Bright red lines circled the once lively brown pupils. His eye sockets looked dark and gloomy. His hair a mess. Shirt wet and wrinkled. “T-Tom… Please…” You stammer. “I-I… want you t-…”

Tom fiercely connects his lips with yours. Kissing you passionately. “Please, don’t go…” He whispers, breaking the kiss. “P-Please…” Tom’s face hovers close to yours. Resting his forehead against yours. You can see the tears welling in his eyes. “I’m so sorry…”

You feel both his warm wet hands caress your cheeks. Lifting your head slightly from the cushion. Pressing his lips against yours. “I can’t go on without you…” He says. “I don’t want you to go…” He breaks loose. “I need you…”

You put your hands on his sides, pushing him off you. Putting Tom beside you on the mattress. “Please… (Y/N)!” Tom pleads. You shift to the side of the bed. You lose your gaze in the contents of your case spilled across the floor.

“Tom…” Glancing back over your shoulder. “They say… Where smoke is, there is fire.”

“No! I didn’t mean a single word I said to you earlier. I swear (Y/N).”

“But, there has to be a splinter of truth in there. Something… Somewhere…” You see him shifting across the bed towards you. “It was never my intention to-“ Through the tears welling in your eyes, you reach out for the floor before being pulled back by Tom’s arms wrapping around your neck. The knuckles on your hand turn white as you clench as hard as possible on the object. "h-hurt you.” You begin crying again.

Tom’s face is buried deep into your neck again. Whispering in your ear.

"I know… I’m sorry (Y/N)…” Repeated kisses are pressed along your neck. “I’ve seen the response.” He smiles. “It’s overwhelming… It’s everything, I didn’t expect. I thought everything was lost. Because we’ve been living like this for a long time, and… I was afraid of so many things… And I panicked. ”

He moves from the bed, taking place in front of you. “Please… Give me a chance (Y/N). I’ll make it right.” Cupping your cheek with one hand. With the pads of his thumb, he wipes away the tears trailing down your cheek.

“Tom…” You snicker. “I want you to know the truth. Because, for a l-…”

You close your eyes. The tears start welling again. They never seem to dry up. Again, your emotions get the better of you.

“Look at me, (Y/N)…” Pressing his lips on yours. “It’s alright. You don’t deserv- “

"I-I’ve been planning things, Tom.” You interrupt him, wiping your runny nose clean with the back of your hand. Steadying your breathing. “For us…” Your hands tremble as you bring the small box upwards. “I’ve been thinking about it for a long… long… time.” Tom’s pitiful eyes stare at you. “It was going to be perfect. Orchestrated to the minute. You and me. A memorable moment.” With your thumb, you open the small container. “But I won’t keep it a secret anymore.” Holding it in-between you. “This is what I’ve been hiding from you.” The diamond embed in the golden ring twinkled brightly in the light. “This is my secret.”

The rest is up to your imagination. 😉

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Just Clark (Male!Reader x Clark Kent)

Requested by anonymous for domestic life with superman - fluffy

Living with Clark is almost precisely as you might think. It’s super.

Clark likes being around you almost to the point of being clingy

It’s because as a kid, he never really got to connect with anyone. And the only people he’s really had this before are his parents.

So when it’s you, someone he can truly be himself around… well, can you blame him for craving that freedom?

Your heartbeat is his favorite sound. He’s memorized it to the point that whenever he is stressed, all he has to do is close his eyes and listen, focusing until he finds that special, specific rhythm unique to you.

And his heart starts beating in time, every bit of him eager to be with you.

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Damian Wayne x Joker! Male reader

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Warnings; Fluff

Request: Could I please request a Damian Wayne/Robin x Son of the joker where they both have been secretly dating and decided to tell Bruce/Batman but are really nervous about how he’ll react but it turns out that he knew because like Batman knows everything lol. And it’s just full of fluff and is really cute! Thank you!

Damian quietly sneaks back inside the Wayne manor, going through his bedroom window. Still wearing his robin suit he close the window behind him, sighing in relief he stands up straight and began to undress. Before he could lie down in bed the lights of his bedroom turn on revealing Bruce sitting on a chair in the middle of his room. “Where were you?” he asks and frowns. Crossing his arms, “Patrolling.” he answers back with a small glare, getting some clothes to sleep in for the night. “No, you weren’t. Dick told me that you weren’t with him.”

“That’s because I was on the other side of the city, doing my own patrolling.” he answers before sitting on the bed, he waits for Bruce to continue his life lesson that he usually gets everyday. But instead Bruce only sighs and and shakes his head, “Next time just tell where you are, you worry me sometimes.” Damian’s eyes widen slightly. He actually believed him? He usually gets find out, maybe his lying got better?

“Promise.” Damian says back before watching Bruce leave his room as he bid him a goodnight. Sighing in relief, he lied back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. It’s been four months since Damian had started dating someone, they weren’t just a regular person that you would usually meet at school or at the titans tower. No, this was different and Damian was actually afraid to let his own father know his huge secret.

For the past four months he’s been dating none other than the jokers son, Y/n.

Y/n wasn’t exactly like the joker, he didn’t go around killing innocent people or stealing money and precious jewels. He was normal, he actually had some hobbies and enjoyed hanging out with y/n. The two started dating around the first time that they fought each other, y/n was helping her father with some plans only for them to get ruined by Batman. During their mini little fight Damian was actually able to convince Y/n to change. To become something better.

“So, he actually believed you?”

“Yeah! I was pretty shocked myself.”

Damian and Y/n sat in a small cafe as they ate fries and milkshakes, “You planning on telling him?” he asks as he ate some of the fries and leans his head to the side as he gave Damian a look. “I don’t know! Do you really think it’s a good idea to tell him? I mean I can’t just go up to him and be all like, ‘hey dad I’m dating someone, oh! he’s the jokers son just for you to know’.” Y/n lets out a small laugh as he shakes his head. “You’ve got a point.” he says and sighs.

“Then what should we do? You know I hate hiding this but at the same time it’s the only safest way.” he mumbled out and looks down, playing with his straw as he stirred the milkshake around and bites his lip. Damian thinks for a minute, “then will tell him today. There’s no other choice.” y/n looks up from his drink and nods, “Alright, but If die then I am going to kill you.” he warns but only gets a small chuckle from damian.

The two walked next to each other as they made their way to the Wayne Manor. Y/n had always wanted to enter the mansion to see what was inside, Damian told him all about this place and how they had the biggest library! Y/n also knew that his was Robin and that Bruce Wayne was Batman, he made sure to keep it all a secret from his own father. As they stepped closer to the front door y/n froze. “I don’t think I can do this.” he quickly began to doubt himself as he takes step backs and shakes his head. “It’s gonna be fine, I’m here for you!” Y/n continued to shake his head, “No, I’m sorry damian but I can’t!” he turns around and began to leave the Wayne boundaries. “Y/n-!” Before Damian could chase after y/n the sound of the door clicking open caught both of their attention.

“Damian,” Bruce stood in the entrance as he examined y/n. “I didn’t know that you were bringing friends over.” Y/n gave Bruce a nervous smile. “Hi...” he waved softly as damian takes his hand. “Sorry for not telling you earlier.” he passed by bruce, dragging Y/n along the way as the younger male avoids eye contact with Bruce.

Bruce closed the door behind hima s he followed his son and friend to the living room, Damian drags y/n around and sighs. “I’m gonna do it.” He says softly as y/n bites his lip. “Fine...But you know what I’ll do if something bad happens.” He warns back as he gently lets go of his hand when they reached the living room.

“Father, There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Yes?”

Bruce sat down on a chair as he crossed his legs and raised a brow, waiting for Damian to speak.

Damian sighs. “Father, for the past couple of months I’ve been going out with y/n, and well y/n is...” hebites his lip. “Y/n is the jokers son.”

Bruce crossed his arms. “I know.” He simply said.

Y/n eyes widen, “You knew?” He asks as he steps back a little getting ready to make a run for it. “Yeah, Damian isn’t that good of a liar. It also explains all of those times that kept returning home late with an excuse of him saying, ‘I was patrolling’ when really you were with your little boyfriend.”

Damian’s mouth fell open slightly as he heard Bruce explain everything. “Um, so are you okay with this?”

“Of course I am, whatever makes my son happy.” Bruce stood up and ruffled his hair before chuckling, he turns towards y/n and gives him a firm nod. “Take care of Damian, he can be a hand full.”

Y/n rolled his eyes. “Tell me about it.” He groans out.

Bruce only smirked. “I can tell that will get along just fine.”

“Hey! Don’t gang up on me!” Damian shouts as y/n laughs and shakes his head.

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We need to talk about Kevin, our 15-year-old son

This is an actual line from a manuscript I edited. (I changed the name.) Needless to say, this line didn’t make it to the next draft.

This post is about:

conveying information the characters know but the reader doesn’t

conveying information the reader knows but the characters don’t

Imagine this. The scene is early in the book, we’re still getting to know the characters. A married couple sits in the kitchen. The man says to his beloved wife: “We need to talk about Kevin, our 15-year-old son.”

Unless you’re planning to explain that the couple named several of their sons “Kevin”, you can safely assume the woman knows who Kevin is. There’s no reason for the man to tell his wife that Kevin is, in fact, 15 and their son.

Dialogue can be an efficient way to convey information to the reader, but don’t let two characters exchange facts they both already knew. Make sure at least one of them gets something new out of it. This can be factual (new information) and/or emotional (reaction to the information).

This seems obvious, but I see it often enough.

A less obvious variation on this theme: the Criminal Minds Group Talk.

(Criminal Minds is a guilty pleasure of mine, but that may have to do more with my longstanding crush on Spencer Reid than with the writing and storytelling.)

When the team analyses a new dossier, they sit around the table and discuss what happened to the victim of the week. Each character takes turns in giving a piece of information. The conversation feels unnatural, especially in the later seasons, because every character is a specialist, they all agree, no-one is surprised by anything another character prompts and there is no novice who needs to learn this information. In other words, no-one is the beneficiary of the information.

The opposite situation is a common problem as well: conveying information the reader knows to a character who doesn’t.

Suppose Kevin and his dad ran into some trouble. You described the events, so the reader feels like they were there when it happened.

Later, Kevin’s dad says to his wife: “We need to talk about Kevin. We ran into some trouble this morning.”

“Oh?” His wife puts down her fork. “What happened?”

“Well, first (this thing) happened, and next (that thing) came, and then (this other thing) arrived. So we did the obvious thing: we….”

If character A needs to convey information to character B that the reader already knows, paraphrase this part of the dialogue. Don’t write it out word for word.

“Oh?” His wife puts down her fork. “What happened?”

Kevin’s dad fills her in quickly and adds, “Kevin is a good kid. I’m sure it’ll all turn out well in the end.”

So, when you edit your next draft, watch out for Kevins, known and unknown.

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The Ferris Wheel

Happy Pride months guys!!! Here’s something no one ask for, but I just wanted to write something because I haven’t written in a while hopefully you guys enjoy.

Ring Ring! You wake up to the sound of your phone ringing in the early morning. “Hello who is this calling at the butt crack of dawn?” You say groggily. “Heyo Y/n it’s your best friend Froy Gutierrez, you know the guy with nice blue eyes and by the way it’s 1pm.” he says in an upbeat tone. “Best friend” that word stung a lot, to you he was more than a best friend, he is the guy you had a crush on for the past few months and you were too scared to tell him. “Hello? Earth to Y/n, you there dude.” Froy says breaking you from thought. “Yea I’m here, what do you need early this morning?” You ask. “Well I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today and go to the fair that’s in town for the next few days.” Froy responds. “Sure I would love to Froy. Meetup at the Starbucks near the fair in like an hour?” “Yea sure that’s great, see you then” You hear Froys excited voice and end the call. You get up off the bed and head to your bathroom turning on your favorite playlist. You brush your teeth and groom yourself to look decent for today. You put on your favorite outfit and start to head to the Starbucks. Arrived at the Starbucks You open the door to the Starbucks and see Froy sitting down at one of the tables with his drink looking at his phone smiling at something. You head towards him and greet him. “Hey Froy, you’re looking nice today.” “Thank you to Y/n.” He says back. You feel your cheeks start to heat up from Froys compliment and cover your face. “You okay there y/n, your cheeks look kind of red.” Froy says worriedly. “I’m fine no worries, let’s head to the fair.” You both walk out of the Starbucks and head towards the fair. “So, Y/n why were you still asleep when I called you, you’re usually awake in the early mornings.” Froy asks. “I had a hard time sleeping last night I kept drifting in and out of sleep, I don’t know It was a weird thing.” “Ohhh okay, hopefully you can get a better night sleep tonight.” Froy says. “Would you look at that we’re at the fair now. look at that Ferris wheel lets go on it y/n.” Froy says excitedly. “You know sometimes you can be like a child Froy. You say, but you really wanted to tell him he’s really adorable. “Don’t bully me y/n I just like Ferris wheels.” “Hmm okay whatever you say Froy.” You both head towards the Ferris wheel and give the operator your tickets to get in. Luckily you and Froy both got a booth to yourselves. “So now that we’re on this Ferris wheel I have something to tell you y/n and don’t worry it’s not going to be anything bad I wouldn’t trap you in here just to tell you something bad. Just promise that you won’t hate me after this.” Froy says with a little quiver in his voice. “Froy what are you talking about you got me worried why would I ever hate you, I grew up with you.” You say comforting him. “Okay so here it goes y/n, the truth is that I like you, like more than a friend and thats why I’ve been distant lately because I thought these feelings would go away. But, no they didn’t and I didn’t know what to and you probably think I’m wie” You pull Froy into a kiss cutting his ranting off. “Don’t worry Froy I like you more than a friend to.” You say with your cheeks flushed after that kiss. “That was a nice kiss y/n, mind if I go in for seconds.” Froy says chuckling with new found confidence. He pulls you in for another kiss and next you know, the cage you were in reached the bottom.

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ALSO. TO ANYONE WHOS EVER SENT ME AN ASK

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Hello! I'd like to request a Tom Holland x Male!Reader oneshot in which the reader has relationship anxiety? They just had a very good date and Tom kisses the reader for the first time, but reader panics and actually pushes him away and deadass runs away. (Totally not a personal experience or anything.) Later they communicate and agree on taking things slower. Idk add a cute "can I kiss your cheek?"

Pairing: Tom Holland x Male Reader

Warnings: he/him pronouns, male reader, relationship anxiety

Wordcount: 1645

A/N: So sorry that this took so long whoever requested it. ❤️ Jerod

“I had a really good time tonight,” Tom murmurs in the car ride back to your place.

“S-so did I,” you respond nervously. Stop that! you chide yourself in your thoughts. You sounded like a babbling idiot during dinner; he’s probably so ready to get away from you!

“We should do this again. Next time, you get to choose the place.” You shake your head ‘yes,’ trying hard to avoid the gaze of his chocolate brown eyes. The car comes to a halt, and you look out the window to find the front of your apartment complex. Tom reaches across you, grabbing the door handle and pushing it open. You move to leave when his hand reaches out and grabs your shirt.

You almost let out a yelp but are unable to due to his lips planted firmly against yours. They’re soft and enticing, but you don’t notice with your mind racing at 300 miles an hour. Oh, my gods. Oh, my fucking gods!

He places his hand on the side of your face. It’s a simple gesture that he does purely out of instinct. You, on the other hand, immediately feel even more trapped than you already are.

After the initial shock wears off, you shove him away roughly, a look of hurt and confusion apparent on his face. Your mind and body carry you, making you bolt from the car and run inside as fast as you can. You don’t stop until you slam your apartment door shut and fall back against it. You slowly slide to the floor, shoving your face into your hands. Well that’s over, just like with all the other guys! Wait to go, Y/N, you just ruined your chance with an amazing guy! And not just any guy, Tom freaking Holland! Why can’t I just be fucking normal!? Why can’t I just suck it up and deal with it!?

You continue to beat yourself up about it for days, admonishing yourself for ruining a relationship with Tom before it even really began. He’s tried texting you…and calling you…and dm’ing, and snapping, and every other way that he can think of to try and get in contact with you. They all go ignored or unanswered.

Four days after the disaster that was the end of that date, you’re lying on your couch, only half-way paying attention to the tv playing in the background. You jump when knuckles rasp against the wood of your front door, the deep sound of knocking echoing throughout your small apartment. You groan internally, tossing away the blanket you were nice and warm under, when the knock comes again, a little more insistent this time.

“Yeah, I’m coming!” you call out, “But I swear to god Andrew, if that’s you again I’m gonna-” Your words stop dead when you finally yank open the door. Standing only two feet away from you, arm still raised in preparation to knock, is none other than the boy you’ve been trying to avoid.

“Uh, hi,” Tom states, his slight anxiety going completely unnoticed by you in your current state, “You, uh…you haven’t been answering any of my calls. Or texts…or dms or-” He closes his eyes, letting out a groan while pinching the bridge of his nose. “Listen-wait, can I come in? I just really wanna talk this all out.” That finally snaps you out of it.

“Look…I-I don’t know if-”

“Please?” Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look! Too late. You already looked up and caught the small pleading look glistening in his chocolate brown eyes. You chide yourself internally while turning to the side, gesturing for him to enter. He glides past you with a quick, “thanks,” before standing awkwardly in your kitchen. “It’s, uh, cute. Y-your apartment, I mean.”

You close the door, leaning against it. The air is awkwardly silent, and the tension between the two of you is apparent. “Listen-” you start at the same time he says, “So, here-“ Both of you stop talking, briefly sharing a look before glancing in opposite directions. After a few more moments of silence, he lets out a sigh.

“Look, I just…why?” You throw him a quizzical look. “Do you not like me? Was the date horrible for you? Did I-“

“Wait…what?”

“Well, you obviously didn’t have as good a time as I thought. Either that or-you just really didn’t want me to kiss you. You just ran off. With-with no goodbye or explanation. And…I guess I just wanna know why. Just tell me, and I promise I’ll leave and never bother you again.” Your mouth opens and closes a few times, almost on its own.

“I…Tom…just…” you groan, pressing the palms of your hands against your forehead. You walk the few steps over to your couch, shutting off the tv before plopping down on the far end. Tom still stands awkwardly in the entrance to the living room, absently playing with his hands. You think out the action for a few seconds before patting the spot next to you on the couch. He cautiously moves across the room, sitting in the spot. Part of you regrets the decision due to how close he now is.

You can feel your heart racing in your chest, and your mind scrambling to find the words to say. “Look, Tom…” you finally manage to get out, “…I’m sorry. I did have a really good time on our date, and…I do like you. A lot more than I’d like to admit actually. And…and that’s what scares me.”

His eyebrows narrow in confusion, head cocking to the side a little. You try very hard not to think about the fact that he looks like a really adorable human puppy. “What…do you mean you’re scared? Of me?”

“No! God, no! It’s just…I’m scared of…” You pause, closing your eyes as you take a deep breath. “I…have really bad relationship anxiety. Like, really bad. I drive boys away because I just get so insecure and scared and…it’s stupid. You probably think I’m being stupid.”

“No! Not at all! We all have shit that we have to deal with, and this is just something for you. … Is that why you bolted when I kissed you the other night?” You glance up to meet his eyes before looking back to the floor, nodding your head defeatedly.

“Look…my parents had a terrible relationship. They’re two people that never should have been together. In fact, they both get along rather well now that they’re not. But…I saw how awful their marriage was and how much they hated each other when they were still together. And then when they finally got divorced, it opened up a whole new realm of shit. I just…I don’t ever want to go through something like that. I’ve been with a couple of good guys that I definitely saw a future with, but I always found some way to ruin the relationship or push them away until they ended it. I really like you, Tom, and I don’t want to put you through that or…or have to deal with my insecurities with such an amazing guy.”

The room falls silent, neither one of you making any further attempt to speak. You wait for it. Wait for him to get up and leave and never be heard from again. But the minutes tick by one after the other, and he’s still there, right next to you.

“If you wanna leave now, and never talk to me again, I’d understand. You deserve better anyw-”

“I’m not leaving.” Your head snaps up, gaze meeting his own sincere expression. “And I think that I’m the one who gets to decide whether or not you’re ‘worthy’ enough to date.” You avert your attention again, at a loss for words or action. “The thing is…I like you too. A lot, I think. I’m sorry if that scares you, and I’m definitely sorry about the kiss the other night. But…I still want to try us; see if we could really be a thing.”

“I…I don’t know, Tom. I don’t wanna hurt you. And that is a very likely situation.”

“Well…how about this? We just…take things slow and see what happens? We won’t rush into anything; that way you can really tell whether or not we work.”

“…I don’t know…” You tense a little when you feel his fingers gently touch your chin, moving your head to make you look into his eyes again. You can’t help but be entranced by his beauty again, and the inexplicably kind look he has on his face. “I guess…I guess we could try. Just…promise me that, if we don’t work, we’ll go our separate ways. I can’t have a relationship like my parents’, I just can’t.”

“Hey…” His calm tone is matched by the sincerity in his eyes. “I promise.” He cracks that amazing smile, the one that you shamefully fell in love with during your date. “Can I…can I kiss you on the cheek?”

You’re thrown a little aback by the question, but some part of you takes control, nodding your head ‘yes.’ He flashes another small smile before slowly leaning in. His lips make contact, soft and tender against the flesh of your cheek. You tense a little, taking a deep breath as you collect your thoughts. You don’t know why you do it, but your hand reaches up, almost out of instinct, and cups his cheek. It’s smooth and warm to your touch, two adjectives that you’re beginning to learn fit Tom perfectly.

After what feels like hours, he finally pulls back. Your hand doesn’t leave his face, almost as if stuck there by glue. “Was that okay?” he questions.

You nod your head, taking another breath. “More than just okay. That was…that was great.” Maybe things with Tom will be different. Maybe taking it slow and steady is all I need.

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Symphony between us

Peter Parker x Male Reader

Warning: Smut...

Request: Could u do a Peter Parker x male where they do random couple shit for the first time like going to the zoo, bonding over photography, swinging around the city, doing the Spider-Man kiss, doing a sex tape, baking shit together idk, etc.

It's Wednesday and Peter is taking you to the zoo. You and Peter mostly want to check out the Dinosaur Safari. Also, it's always free on Wednesday's. During the ride, you and Peter see the mechanical dinosaurs and take pictures of it. You and Peter did take pictures together and he kissed your cheek.

After the ride, you and Peter walked around the zoo holding hands. You went to the bathroom then Peter went to the gift shop and he bought something for you. He waits for you by the restroom and you come out.

”I got this for you,” Peter said.

Peter bought you a long plush snake and you can put around your neck.

”Awesome,” You said.

You kissed him and he smiled.

”I knew you would like it. How about we get something to eat then we go look at the other animals?” Peter said.

You nod.

”Yeah, sounds great,” Peter said.

You and Peter haven't been dating long but always making time for each other. You and Peter still walked around and looking at the different animals.

~Next day~

You and Peter have a strong bond when it comes to photography. He is your biggest supporter when it comes to your photography. You are even teaching him about photography.

”How about we make an Instagram account to post our photography together,” Peter said.

”That’s a great idea!” You said.

”How about you post pictures of Spider-Man? Maybe your alter ego also?” Peter said.

You found out Peter is Spiderman and he knows you have powers also.

”Let’s give it a try,” You said.

Peter is happy that you said yes. You and Peter put on the suits, and he helps you get the cameras ready. Peter made you a web shooter and you are really happy about it. It took him almost two months to make it for you. Now you start to think, what you would get for him.

You and Peter start to swing around the city. While swinging around, you take pictures of Peter and he takes pictures of you also. Peter takes pictures of you climbing the wall, and you standing on the fire escape and you using your web shooter.

”I have an idea, I always wanted to do,” Peter said.

”What is it?” You asked.

You get down from the fire escape. Now Peter gets on the fire escape and you look up at him.

”This can be our first picture on Instagram,” Peter said.

Peter put his mask up to his nose and you do the same. Peter slides upside down with the web shooter.

He kissed you. You put your hands on his cheek and kiss him. After the kiss, you and Peter smiled.

He jumped down and he kissed you again. You and Peter start to swing around the city again.

You and Peter eat churros on the roof. Later, you and Peter set up the Instagram account and upload some pictures on the account. In the bio Peter types

Spiderman ❤️ Y/H/N

”Y/N, you always take amazing pictures,” Peter said.

”I always enjoy taking pictures of you like that. I'm feeling a little nervous putting it on Instagram” You said.

None of the pictures show your face or Peter’s face.

”They will like it. Let's just post like two pictures to see how it goes” Peter said.

”Okay cool,” You said.

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It's November and Aunt May is having a Thanksgiving dinner. You and Peter are trying to bake a pie. You and Peter try to follow the instructions. But the way you and Peter are setting the dough is uneven.

”You think you can do better than me?” Peter asked.

”Oh, I can bake a better than you,” You said.

”Let’s have a contest to see who makes the best pie,” Peter said.

”Oh, it's on,” You said.

You and Peter start to bake the pies. While Happy is helping May set up the table, minutes later the others start to show up. You and Peter are still in the kitchen baking the pies. Peter puts too much dough on the pie and your pie crust is thin.

After the pies are done, the others did try the pies. Your pie was the first to finish but you did est some of Peter’s pie.

”I actually like your pie, even if has too much crust,” You said.

Peter smiled at you and kissed your cheek.

After a while, you and Peter were cuddling in bed together.

”How about we bake chocolate chip cookie brownies?” Peter asked.

”I was really in the mood for that,” You said.

”Me too,” Peter said.

You and Peter went to the kitchen and looked online on how to bake chocolate chip cookie brownies.

”Tonight we will watch Star Wars,” Peter said.

”Why?” You asked.

”I can't believe my boyfriend never saw Star Wars and I'm in shock. I thought we eat the snacks and cuddle while we watch the movie” Peter said.

”Sounds good to me. I just never got into Star Wars but since you like it, I want to give it a try” You said.

”It will be great if you like it. But if you don't it's fine. Let's check on the brownies before it burns” Peter said.

The brownies came out fine. You and Peter cuddle on the couch and he covered you and himself with the blanket. You and Peter watch Star Wars while eating the brownies.

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You and Peter didn't go outside, because of the blizzard. You and Peter start to kiss each other, he starts to kiss your neck. You and Peter agreed to make a sex tape, you and Peter are feeling very excited to do it.

You and Peter start to undress each other, the clothes are being thrown around the bedroom. Peter is sucking your cock, you smack his ass. You start to finger him and he moaned and you don't stop. Then Peter got close to your face and shoved his cock in your mouth. Both hands on the back of your head, he starts to thrust his cock deeper down your throat. He starts to moan and your tongue moves fast around his cock.

”Yeah... Suck my cock... You look good with my cock in your mouth” Peter moans.

His cock is hitting your throat hard. He moans even more then you stopped. You gasp for air and he smirks at you. You start to suck his balls and he touches his chest.

You suck his cock again, his cock starts to get hard in your mouth. You start to jerk off while giving him a blowjob. Peter starts to put on his web-shooters.

”Are you ready?” Peter asked.

”For what?” You said.

”I thought we can do something different. I-I have to show you if you want” Peter said.

”Suck my cock again and I let you show me,” You said.

”You got it” Peter smiled.

Peter starts to suck your cock again. He sucks on the tip and he can taste the precum. He starts to lick your balls then licking up to your cock. He opened his mouth and you push his head down, his face starts to turn red. You moan his name, his nose is touching your skin. He stopped and he is breathing hard.

”Damn Peter,” You said.

”I really like sucking your cock,” Peter said.

”Show me, why you have the web-shooters on,” You said.

He grabbed your wrists and tied it with his web-shooter. Then Peter put your wrists against the headboard of the bed and put more web on your wrists on the headboard.

”Oh this is very different,” You said.

”Then I will fuck you while you are tied up. Can I do it?” Peter said.

You nod.

”Yes,” You said.

”You are the best boyfriend ever,” Peter said.

You and Peter smiled. He grabbed the phone which he is using to record with his web-shooter. He has his left hand on your hip and his cock start to go inside your ass. He is holding the phone with his right hand and he began to thrust I hard.

You start to moan and Peter is going rough. He is really enjoying it.

”Moan my name,” Peter demand.

Peter’s thrust becomes harder. His cock goes even deeper inside you and you start to moan loud.

”Fuck me hard Peter. Please don't stop” You said.

”So hot,” Peter said.

Later, Peter ripped the web of your wrists. You lie on your stomach, again he used the web to tie your wrists. He used the web to stick the phone on the headboard. Peter starts to fuck you and you moan his name very loud. His fingernails dig into your hips and he is thrusting fast and hard.

”Peter!” You moan extremely loud.

Peter is breathing hard. Your moans are muffled by the pillow. You curled your toes.

”Let me try it on you,” You said.

”Yeah” Peter smiled.

He freed your wrists and you used the web to tie his wrists behind his back. You lie on your side, you picked up his leg. Peter starts to moan when your cock goes inside him. You start to fuck him and he moans louder.

”This is hot, you being tied up,” You said.

You and Peter start to moan in sync. While thrusting you are giving him a handjob.

”Fuck yes! Y/N” Peter moans.

Next, Peter is on his back and you rock your hips. You start to kiss his chest and he moans then licks his lips. You play with his balls. Your cock is buried deep in him.

”I'm going to cum,” Peter said.

”Me too,” You said.

”Cum in my mouth,” Peter said.

You moved closer to his face, you grabbed the phone and do a close-up. You start to jerk off and Peter opened his mouth and sticks out his tongue. You start to cum on his face and in his mouth.

”Swallow” You moaned.

Peter did swallow your cum and his licks the cum of the tip. You ripped the web off his wrists.

Peter gets up, grabbed the phone and he pushed on the bed. Peter starts to jerk off

”Beg for it, Y/N,” Peter said in a serious tone.

”Give it to me. I want it all, Peter. I know you want to cum on me” You said.

”I will give it to you all” Peter said.

He starts to jerk off and you bit your bottom lip. He starts to cum on your body then your mouth. He cum even more in your mouth and he watched you swallow his cum.

Peter turned off the phone. You and Peter just lie in bed

”I never saw you like that before,” You said.

”Like it? I always wanted to do it” Peter said.

”I really liked it,” You said.

Peter couldn't stop smiling.

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Stay in bed

Peter Parker x Male Reader

Warning: Smut

Request- Could u do maybe a Peter Parker x male(telekinetic) and after a rough night of superheroing they have a nice bath together cuddling and they get “awkward boners” and give each other handjobs and then go to bed naked and cuddle and have lazy morning sex with lots of hickeys😘😘

You and Peter work together as a crime couple during the night. You just got your new suit and you can't wait to try it out. Peter starts to check you out and he likes the suit.

”What do you think off the suit?” You asked.

”You look really good,” Peter said.

Peter keeps checking you out. You gave him a peck on the lips.

”Come on, let's test out my suit. And my eyes are up here” You said.

You and Peter laughed.

All night you and Peter have been saving people and stopping the bad guys. Now you and Peter are fighting Doctor Octopus and Green Goblin.

Peter starts to fight with Doctor Oct and you were going to help him. But Green Goblin, he attacked you. He picked you up and you are going up in the air with him. You used your powers telekinetic to attack Doctor Oct by throwing a car on him. Then Peter his web to catch up to you.

”Your boyfriend won't be able to save you” Green Goblin said.

”Duck,” You said.

”Duck?” Green Goblin asked.

You used your power to hit him in the face with a drone that was passing by. He let's go of you then Peter grabbed you with his web. Peter used his web on you so break your fall. You safely land on the roof with Peter. Peter ran towards you, he put his hands on your cheeks.

”Are you okay?” Peter asked.

”Yeah, thanks to you I'm okay,” You said.

Peter hugged you tight because he thought he would lose you.

”The fight isn't over, loverboys,” Doctor Oct said.

Green Goblin arrived and he is ready to fight.

”Ready?” Peter asked.

”Oh, I'm ready,” You said.

You and Peter ran towards them and start to fight. During the fight, Peter’s suit is ruined and it's getting ripped even more. Your suit is getting ruined also because the hard blows Green Goblin is hitting you with. You used your power to knock him off the flying board.

You use your power to stop Doctor Oct from almost killing Peter. Next, you used your power to slam Green Goblin and Doctor Oct against each other and they pass out. Then Peter used his web to tie them together.

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You and Peter go home. Once taking off the suits then you and Peter take a hot shower together.

”I don't want to get out,” You said.

You feel relaxed in the hot water.

”It does feel good,” Peter said.

After the hot bath. You and Peter are just wearing briefs because you and Peter are patching each other’s wounds.

Later, you and Peter relax in bed and watch tv. While in bed you and Peter, cuddle with each other under the blanket.

You can feel Peter’s boner against your waist.

”I can feel your friend,” You said.

Peter starts to blush.

”Sorry,” Peter said.

”I’m kinda hard too,” You said.

You pull off the blanket and Peter can your boner.

”Maybe we can give a hand?” Peter said.

”Sure, why not,” You said.

Next, the briefs are thrown onto the floor. Peter wrap his hand around your cock and start to give you a handjob. You start to moan, Peter gets turned on by your moans. Now you wrap your hand around his cock and your cock is getting hard. Peter starts to moan and he moves his hips and he licked his lips. His cock is getting fully hard and he closed his eyes and moaned.

Peter’s hand starts to move faster and you moan a little louder. Suddenly the room starts to feel hotter. You or Peter didn't stop and kept going faster. Peter starts to cum first and seconds later you cum also. You and Peter looked at each other and smiled.

Peter grabbed a towel and you two clean each other. You turn on the air conditioner and cuddle naked with your boyfriend. He kissed your forehead and you smiled.

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You are sleeping on your back and Peter woke up and he is feeling horny. He starts to kiss your neck and his hand goes down your chest down to your cock. He starts to give you a handjob and he starts to leave a hickey on your neck. You start to wake up

”Peter” You moaned.

”Y/N I really want you” Peter whispered in your ear.

”Don’t stop. This is hot being woken up like this” You said.

Peter starts to kiss your chest and he starts to suck your cock. His head starts to faster and your fingers run through his hair. Peter starts to massage your balls and you moan. You pull his hair and thrust your cock and it hit his throat. Saliva did go on his chin. He starts to lick your cock, every inch of it. He opened his mouth wide to suck on your balls. He goes back to sucking your cock, your cock is buried deep in his mouth.

”Fucking hell, Peter” You moaned.

He stopped for a moment to catch his breath and his face is very red.

Your cock is hard and he gets on top of you. You start to kiss his neck then you get on top of him. You start to leave hickeys on his neck and chest. Peter opened his legs wider and you start to suck his cock.

”I love it when you do that with your tongue... Y/N” Peter moans.

You start to deep throat his cock. He pushed your head down hard and you did gag. You stopped then Peter pulled you close to him. He starts to kiss you then you and Peter giving each other hickeys.

You are on your stomach and Peter squeezed your ass hard, and he bites your butt. Both hands on your ass and you can feel his tongue and you start to moan.

”Damn Peter” You moaned.

He pushes his tongue deep and you moan a little louder. Then his cock goes inside your ass then you get on your knees and hands. He grabs your hips and he starts to thrust. Peter used a little more strength to thrust hard. You start to moan loud

”Fuck me” You moaned.

Peter’s cock goes in deeper with each thrust. He pushes you down to the bed, next he pins your wrists behind your back. He is holding your wrists hard and he is fucking you hard and fast.

You and Peter start to sweat and the bed starts to squeak.

”Love it when you moan my name,” Peter said.

You hear Peter moaning. You bite the pillow then you let it go, you moan his name again.

Now it's your turn to fuck Peter. And he is riding your cock, you touch his abs. Peter titled his head back and moaned your name loud. You keep thrusting your cock faster and deeper.

”Damn, Peter you are tight,” You said.

”You the only one who can make me moan loud,” Peter said and you smirked.

You have your hands on his ass. He starts to kiss your neck and you squeeze his ass hard.

Now you are fucking Peter doggy style. He holds the sheets hard, his knuckles change colors. Peter has his back against your chest, he has his right hand on your thigh to hold you closer. You start to kiss his neck and he starts to jerk off.

”Fuck me... Y/N” Peter moans.

He starts to jerk off faster and you play with his balls. You and Peter moan loud.

”I want to feel you... Cum inside me” Peter moans.

Now Peter is on his back, you start to fuck him faster. Peter is holding you tight and has one hand on your ass. He is moaning next to your ear. You moaned and you start to cum twice. You and Peter start to breathe hard.

You get off him and you lie on your back. Peter starts to jerk off and he looks down at you. He is moaning and he starts to cum on your body and some got on your face.

Peter grabbed the towel and cleaned you up. Now you and Peter are just resting in bed.

” Let's stay in bed all day,” Peter said.

”Oh, we will,” You said.

All morning, you and Peter stayed in bed naked. Watched tv then feel asleep together

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