I Can't Talk Right Now, I'm Doing Eldest Daughter Shit.

I can't talk right now, I'm doing eldest daughter shit.

*raising my brother while simultaneously not getting involved too much or else I'm going to get yelled at*

*calling my dad out on his shit*

*being a third parent*

*teaching my brother and cousin English because no one else in my family can and I apparently sound like I'm British even though I'm literally not*

*constantly burned out*

*being my mum's therapist*

*being my friend's therapist*

*being an exact replica of my dad*

*giving more affection to my brother than anyone else because I don't want him to end up like me*

*being unable to express verbal affection*

*found family is one of my favourite tropes*

*wanting to move out for college but being too scared to leave my brother alone*

okay peter obsessing over readers boobs? i have a few ideas. maybe shes wearing a tube top at a party? maybe is casually aeound the apartment in a shirt without a bra and peter is just like "tits👀" 😂

college!peter || cw: boobies, smuttish? fluff, v cute

peter rubs the sleep out of his eyes as he he pushes himself up on the couch, yawning as he squints at the sharp light filtering through the curtains in the living room.

his blanket slides down his torso as he looks up at you. he stretches his arms as he watches you make coffee near the kitchen counter, stirring the milk in the cup as you hum a song he can't really remember.

you are wearing a plaid shit, which Peter recognises immediately as his. the blue shirt clinging to your frame, the top two buttons are unbottened, exposing your cleavage.

peter sucks in a breath as he looks away, pushing his hair back as he holds the blanket close to his lap.

"you're awake." his head jerks in your direction, unknowingly mirroring your infectious smile as you saunter over to him with a steaming cup of coffee.

"hey." he mumbles, inhaling sharply as you set down the coffee on the table, crawling in his lap.

"hi." you nudge his red nose with yours, laughing lightly as you thread your fingers through his curls. "feeling better?"

"it's just a cold, y/n/n." he clears his throat, his eyes dropping to your chest, eyeing your exposed skin as you shift on his lap. "i've handled worse."

"i know, spider-man." you tease, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as you massage his scalp, pulling his head close to your chest as you drop a kiss on his hair. "but i want to take care of you no matter what. i don't care if it's a fucking stab wound or just a cold."

peter sucks in a breath as his cheeks are coated pink, his ears reddening as he buries his face in your chest. his heart starts racing as he feels your curves on his face, he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as he hesitantly wraps his arms around your waist.

"are you, uh, are you not wearing a..." he trails off, shyly looking up at you as he points at your chest and you shake your head, a giggle escaping your lips.

"nope." you ruffle his hair, pushing out your chest as you laugh. "no, i am not."

"oh." he whispers, looking away from you as you bite back a laugh but fail as his cheeks tint pink. "oh, okay. that's...cool. fine. perfect..normal."

"you wanna see?" you ask, your hands coming down to your buttons as you eye peter, his cheeks burns as he swallows hard. His eyes are trained on your fingers as you toy with button. "hmm?"

"i...yeah. if you don't mind." peter's breath hitches and his eyes widens when you pop your buttons open, he gawks at the strip of naked skin as you unbutton the shirt, your tits still covered the by the material.

peter doesn't mind, though. he can still see the valley between your breasts very clearly, and that's enough. it's enough for him to dream and make up scenarios in his head before going to sleep for weeks.

it's more than enough and - oh! you're taking it off, his eyes nearly bug out of his head as the shirt falls off your shoulders, pooling around your waist.

he gulps, gawking at you with a slacked jaw as your nipples harden and you laugh, tapping his chin up to close his mouth.

"wow." he whispers, his hands coming up to touch you but he hesitates, locking eyes with you. you nod, taking his hand in yours and placing it on yourself, your nipple caught between the gap between his fingers. "holy shit."

"you like it?" you ask, smiling softly as he nods his head, his eyes are glued to your chest, his gaze memorising your curves.

"i, uh..." peter starts, biting back his words as he looks down.

"what is it, pete?" you ask, your hand gripping his shoulder as he blushes.

"is there a chance i can get you to sit on my lap, looking all pretty, without a shirt and admire you for hours?" peter asks, his fingers gliding over your nipple as you lean down to press soft kisses on his pink cheeks.

"i think that can be arranged." you laugh into his mouth as you capture his lips in a kiss.

he groans, pinching your nipple that was caught between the gap of his fingers, eliciting a moan out of you. "perfect."

let me show you

boyfriend!tom holland x reader

summary: tom breaking down your walls to show you how much you finally mean to him. physically.

word count: 3,678

warnings: mention of body insecurities, fluff, smut, spitting, dirty talk, praise kink, innocent kink?, handjob, blowjob, fingering, marking, unprotected sex, breeding kink, aftercare.

a/n: so this is much milder compared to what I was writing these last few days missing kinkmas, but I really wanted to write something like this. I know, for me anyways, I get really insecure and self-conscious during this time bc I indulge in the wonders of food. plus families can be toxic af sometimes. so i wanted to write something simple like this. and hopefully it will make you feel even a lil better over hard times. bc all of you wonderful people are beautiful and I appreciate you. ew cringe- there’s a lot of softish smut basically. but anyways sorry for any mistakes and bad writing, but enjoy loves x btw my ask box/dms are always open.

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Wow. It's been a hot minute since I've updated this but Yeah, here's your update with yours truly.

Hot stuff disappeared for like a week and then he came back.

And then I saw him at my uni. I would have thought he was like a science major or something but no. He's a french major.

Oh my Lord in the heavens above. What just happened 😶😶

I'm in my room, alright? Alright. And from my bed, I can see through the huge window that's in my room. Directly in my line of view, there's a new apartment complex and I've been stalker-ish enough to know that a family moved in a few weeks ago.

So you're probably wondering "wtf is up with this girl?"

I'm going to tell you what the absolute fuck is up with this girl.

Basically, they can see into my room but I can only see the terrasse because most of the time the window leading to the room is closed but I suspect it's the room of this boy, who's around my age.

SO WHAT HAPPENED IS THAT I, as the very late and procrastinating writer that I am, was working, as I should, and Taylor Swift came on my playlist. So naturally, I started dancing because, how could I ignore Taylor swift? So disrespectful. AND THE BOY, WAS LEANING AGAINST THE TERRASSE AND WATCHING ME AND SMILING????

So I looked at him. And he looked at me.

And my first instinct was to fall down to the ground. And now I'm hiding.

What in the Wattpad story did I just live???

admit it

fratboy!tom holland x jealous!reader

summary: after ghosting tom, he confronts you.

word count: 2,089

warnings: slight angst. smut. fem masterbation. car sex. possessive protected sex? idk. fluffy ending.

a/n: this is kinda a part two to uncharted territory (for the person that asked ily). um yeah kinda switched it up. sorry if it sucks. I’m not a good writer, I just want to procrastinate my college work. :) enjoy.

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“What the fuck?”

Thursday evening in the library was usually a quiet one as most people were attending a frat party somewhere. Tonight was different. You were minding your own business working away on your assignment when the one and only Tom Holland strolled in.

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Why does my dad think he can be more affectionate now that I'm older when he practically made me this way?

Maybe I wouldn't have so many problems with accepting affection If he had figure his shit out when I needed him.