Hey I Dont Know If You Write For Peter Parker But If You Do Could I Get A Blurb Where Reader Is Called

Hey 👋 I don’t know if you write for Peter Parker but if you do could I get a blurb where reader is called a slut for no particular reason by someone they know and she goes crying to Peter about it. You can do what you like without after that thanks 😊

getting to your head

a/n: i do write peter parker! he always over 18 tho... i hope this was up to your expectations... enjoy

warnings: degrading name slut, soft Parker, pure fluff

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Y/N was grabbing her books out of her locker, placing them into her backpack when a nasally high pitched voice called her name. Regina stood beside Y/N with the rest of her clique behind her.

“You’re a slut,” Regina said flicking her hair over her shoulder before walking away.

Giggles were heard from her clique, some agreeing and mirroring Regina’s actions.

Y/N stood in shock. The statement was so unforeseen that it had shaken Y/N. It normally wouldn’t have because Regina’s insults were always habitual, calling her an idiot or ugly. For some reason, Y/N took this insult to heart and felt a lump grow in her throat. 

She quickly packed her bag and dashed out of the school, slamming her locker shut. Some students hadn’t even flinched, while some stared at her like she was an extraterrestrial creature.

Luckily, Peter was already waiting for her in the front of the school. He had recently turned 19 and decided to stay with Mr. Stark to work with the Avengers. He had also offered to help Y/N with transportation and school, being that he was your boyfriend. she’s 18

“Hey, baby, how’re you doing?” He gave her a warm smile before he noticed her unshed tears, “What’s wrong, princess?” He asked embracing her shaking body.

“T-These girls, they called me a ‘slut,’” Y/N sobbed into Peter’s “if you believe in telekinesis” shirt.

“Don’t listen to them. You are not a slut. You’re the most loyal girlfriend ever. They’re just trying to get to your head,” Peter stroked your hair, comforting you.

“I know I should’t’ve made such a big deal out of it, but it just, it really hurt. I’ve never been called a ‘slut’ before,” she said, her sobs starting to lessen. 

“And you won’t be called a ‘slut’ anymore, alright. I love you and your loyalty, and that’s all that matters,” Peter lightly kissed the top of her head.

“I love you, too,” she said lifting her head off his chest, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

He chuckled, “Now, wanna go get a churro?”

“Let’s go, Spideyboy.”

what do you want to eat

a/n: if you sent in a request and i haven’t written it yet, i’m so sorry, i’ll try to get it done... this writers block is ruining my vibe,,, also, thanks so much for 500 followers i love you all so much, thank you for the support ( ˘ ³˘)♥

warnings: slight sexual implications, fluff, tom is a tired bastard

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Although you and Tom were only friends, the two of you lived together and occasionally slept together. They had denied their feelings for one another, afraid of ruining their friendship. Everyone knew that they had feelings for each other, but no matter what they said, neither you or Tom believed them. 

With the quarantine, you and Tom were able to spend more time together than ever. You guys got even closer, if even possible. You guys had even thought of making a move on the other one, but shoved the idea away. It would be awkward living with someone who rejected you. 

The day had started normally, with you prepping lunch.

“Yo, Tommy! What do you wanna eat for lunch?” You asked, yelling at the curly brunette. 

“You,” he simply said, yawning.

He was still fazed by sleep, rubbing his eyes as he walked into the kitchen. His grey sweatpants were loosely dangling on his hips, revealing the band of his Calvin Klein trousers. 

“W-What?” Blood rushed into your cheeks and you felt a heat rush through your body.

“Hm?” Tom asked innocently.

“You just said- um- what?” Your voice raised to a squeak, feeling flustered.

He thought back to what he said and realized what your question was, “Oh my god, that’s not what I meant! I heard you incorrectly, I thought you were asking who was making lunch. I was just so tired and I wasn’t fully awake. I’m so sorry, darling.”

“No, it’s okay. I get it you were tired, but seriously, what do you want from lunch,” you deadpanned.

A slight grin returned to his lips, “I mean, I wouldn’t mind if you were my lun-,” your hand reached up and smacked his arm, “hey!” He laughed.

“Shut up, you div,” you were sure your face was red now.

He chuckled, “Alright, just surprise me,” he winked.

“Div,” you shouted as he walked away, swaying his hips from side to side.

“Your div,” he corrected.

You giggled, not denying it. 

The two of you were whipped. That was for sure.

Hey love your work ❤️ could you do another quarantine imagine where maybe the reader and Tom get caught having sex by someone in the house. These are the only things keeping me from loosing my mind in quarantine lol

this is awkward

a/n: hello! i’ve never written full on smut so this was pretty interesting… i hope it was up to your standards because i did a lot of research for this i read a bunch of smut lol… also, i change pov in this so... can you guys tell me how i can improve my smut tho?

warnings: SMUT, holy shit sMuT, cursing, Harry getting flustered af rip, bad smut writing

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Quarantine was draining everybody’s energy. There were less and less things to do as time passed. Slowly, there won’t be anymore movies or TV shows left to watch, no more puzzles to build, no new recipes to bake.

Tom and Y/N, though, they found another way to pass the time: passionate love making. They did it very often, but it was a struggle for them to keep quiet. They always found a way, though. It made the time fly by, so, like always, they did it today.

Since time wasn’t relevant, Tom and Y/N could take all the time in the world. Tom enjoyed teasing Y/N, while on the receiving end, she hated it. 

Tom stripped you of your oversized tee, leaving you in your black lace lingerie. He pushed you onto the bed, climbing over you. Gently, he grabbed your right breast, massaging it and teasing your nipple through the lace fabric. A soft moan flew from your lips, causing Tom to silence you by dominating your mouth.

“Can’t have you making any noises, ‘kay, darling?” Tom asked sloppily.

“Yes, Tommy,” you whimpered.

“Good girl,” he said before reaching his unoccupied hand down to your panty clad clit.

He lightly circled it, purposefully moving around it. You felt a warmth travel down your body.

“Look at you,” he rubbed the dark stain on the black lace, “already nice and wet for me.”

“Please, Tommy,” you begged, thrusting your hips for friction.

Tom removed his hand from your breast. He shook his head, inserting two fingers into your mouth, “Suck.”

He continued teasing your pussy, always skipping over your clit. He began stroking your inner thigh, inching closer to your pussy with each stroke. You clenched your thighs together, trying to create friction. He tapped your thigh, signaling for you to open your legs. You groaned onto his fingers.

Slowly, he pulled off the black panties. You shivered as you felt the cool air against your wetness. Tom stood between your legs, staring at your wet cunt. Embarrassed, you shut your legs once again. Tom reacted by rolling his eyes and prying your legs open.

“No need to be embarrassed, darling. I think you look rather ravishing,” he said before dipping his head into your wetness.

He licked everywhere except your bud. He inserted two fingers into your wet pussy, thrusting at an incredibly slow pace. Just as you were going to complain, his mouth moved to your clit. He sucked on the little bud, giving it special attention with his tongue and teeth. 

“You taste fucking delicious, princess,” the vibrations of his voice sent shocks of pleasure throughout your body.

You moaned loudly, and Tom halted his actions.

“What did I say?” He growled.

“I-I’m sorry, please don’t stop,” you begged, your core aching for more.

“I won’t, but if you make another sound, you’ll be cumming all night,” he threatened.

He stepped out of his sweatpants, revealing his hard on. He started to stroke it, precum leaking out of the tip. He looked you in the eyes, smirking. He ripped off your bra, leaving you bare. He put you on your knees on the floor.

“Suck,” he demanded.

You took his length into your mouth. He was too long to fit in your mouth, so you used your hands to stroke it and massage his balls. You locked your eyes with his. He let out small moans and praised you on. You felt your wetness drip down your thighs.

“Stop, I’m gonna cum,” he grabbed your face, stopping you from blowing him. “Get on the bed, stomach up.”

He hovered over you, grabbing his manhood and collecting your moisture with it. He teased your clit gently before inserting his length into you. You let out a pornographic moan and Tom glared at you.

“Do you want us to get caught?” He asked. You shook your head, “Good, now be quiet or I’ll punish you.”

He started off slow, gaining speed later on. He bent over, marking your collarbone with hickies. His left hand began massaging your right breast. You occupied your hands by pulling on his newly grown hair. 

“Hey, Tom. Do you know if there’s-,” Harry’s voice filled the room.

Tom and your head snapped to look at Harry. Harry’s face had turned bright red. Tom acted on instinct and started to cover you and himself. 

“Uhm, nevermind! You can continue,” Harry slammed the door behind him, blushing furiously.

“Bloody hell,” Tom groaned.

You started giggling, “Dinner’s gonna be awkward.”

“Damn right,” Tom grabbed his length once again, “let’s continue, shall we?”

“We shall,” you said, wrapping your legs around his muscular body.

Let’s just say dinner for Tom, Y/N, and Harry was very awkward.

trick shot fail

a/n: I’m so sorry I haven’t posted for the past two? three? days, I’ve been having a writers block, so I just wrote this quick blurb,,, I hope you enjoy

warnings: one curse word, trick shots in the house don’t do at home kids, tom being a clutz, fluff

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You were snuggled on couch in a mountain of blankets, rewatching the classic Disney movies. Tom, on the other hand, was practicing trick shots.

Recently, he and the boys had been obsessed with them, and honestly, they were pretty good at it. Well, except for Tom. As much as he practiced and out effort into the tricks, he would always mess up. On rare occasions, he would get it, but the chances were slim, very, very slim.

“I, I can be everything you need, if you’re the one for me, like gravity, I’ll be unstoppable...” you sang along with the song, Hero.

Starstruck was your favorite classic Disney movie. You loved the plot, the climax, and, most importantly, the songs. If you were being honest, the movie was underrated.

“Woo,” you heard Tom cheer from behind you.

“Tom, I swear if you’re doing trick shots in the house, I-,” you were cut off when a round, solid object bounced on your head.

You turned to see Tom’s shocked facial expression, “Shit, shit, shit. I’m so sorry, darling,” he started to grab your head, touching around it to see if you were okay, “let me get you an ice pack.”

“I told you not to do trick shots in the house. See what happened?” You glared at Tom, who was rushing around the kitchen, grabbing you your ice and a chocolate bar to make you feel better and not hate him.

“Yeah, I know, darling. I just got carried away,” he kissed the tip of your nose, icing your head, “it’ll never happen again, I promise.”

“Good,” you lightly pecked him on the lips, “now, watch Starstruck with me.”

“Anything for you, princess,” Tom wrapped his arm around you, letting you cuddle and lean into him.

i won’t say i’m in love

a/n: based on the song ‘i wont say im in love’ from hercules,,, this just came to mind because i needed to write something, so i hope you enjoy it... meg is the best disney princess no doubt, after facing all that heartbreak, though 

warnings: fluff, infidelity, pinch of angst, acceptance 

italics are song lyrics

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If there's a prize for rotten judgement I guess I've already won that No man is worth the aggravation That's ancient history, been there, done that!

Years ago, you dated Brett, an asshole who cheated on you for over half a year. The two of you had been high school sweethearts. You were convinced that you loved each other, especially since he chose to go to the same college as you. Though, that all changed when you had found him in bed with a blonde you’d seen around campus once or twice.

From then on, you had sworn to yourself that you wouldn’t fall in love with anyone else. You walls were up and they weren’t coming down anytime soon. You wouldn’t allow yourself to go down that same path again.

Who'd' ya think you're kiddin' He's the Earth and heaven to you Try to keep it hidden Honey, we can see right through you Girl, ya can't conceal it We know how ya feel and Who you're thinking of

No chance, no way I won't say it, no, no

You swoon, you sigh Why deny it, uh-oh

It's too cliche I won't say I'm in love

Then, you met Tom. He was a sweetheart and treated you with such kindness, you drew into him.

Your best friends could see right through you. Although you were denying it, you were clearly falling for the British brunette.

Once, Tom had entered the room while you were giving a presentation and you began stumbling over your words. The presentation became a flustered mess after his arrival, and to your dismay, Tom sat in front of your seat. For the rest of the class, you sat behind Tom, swooning.

“C’mon, Y/N, it’s so obvious! You like Tom,” one of your best friends, Valentina, teased.

Blushing, you replied, “No, no I don’t.”

I thought my heart had learned its lesson It feels so good when you start out My head is screaming get a grip, girl Unless you're dying to cry your heart out

The day you accepted the fact that you were falling for Tom, you thought back to Brett. In the beginning, Brett treated you like a princess, but in the end he tossed you to the side, as if you were nothing. Tears filled your eyes and you shut out any thoughts of either of the boys.

You keep on denying Who you are and how you're feeling Baby, we're not buying Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling Face it like a grown-up When ya gonna own up That ya got, got, got it bad

Valentina and Erza didn’t believe a single denial you’d told them. They were glad to see you opening your heart to someone new. It was quite obvious that your crush on Tom wasn’t going to end anytime soon. 

“You’re going to have to face the reality someday, Y/N/N,” they explained as you walked to your next lecture.

“I can wait,” you picked up your pace, walking farther away from the two.

“You’ve got to own up to it,” Erza said, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, you’ve got it bad,” Valentina appeared by your side once again. 

No chance, no way I won't say it, no, no

Give up, give in Check the grin you're in love

This scene won't play, I won't say I'm in love

“No chance, no way,” you shook your head in denial, “I won’t confess anything.”

“Give up, it’s so obvious. The grin on your face is practically screaming ‘I’m in love,’” Erza rolled her eyes.

“Nope,” you dashed to your lecture, leaving Erza to laugh by herself.

You're doin' flips read our lips You're in love

You're way off base I won't say it

She won't say she's in love

Get off my case I won't say it

Girl, don't be proud It's O.K. you're in love At least out loud, I won't say I'm in love

Days turned to weeks, that turned into months. Valentina and Erza wouldn’t stop bothering you about Tom. You tried to get them to believe they were wrong, but they wouldn’t give up. You had to block out any romantic thoughts of Tom, knowing you would fall even harder.

“Hi, Y/N. Valentina and Erza, is that their names?” Tom approached you, and you nodded in response, “They told me you wanted to hang out some time, kind of like a date.” The two of you were blushing.

“Uhm, if you want, but can we take it slow?”

“Yeah, of course,” he rubbed the back of his neck, letting a curl fall in front of his forehead, “See you in class?”

“Yeah, see you,” you smiled gently.

You finally allowed yourself to accept that you were in love, but you wouldn’t say it out loud.

Hey! Love your stuff - I was wondering if you could do an imagine of what it would be like to be in self isolation with Tom ? Something cute ❤️ Thanks x

quarantine

a/n: thank you so much! i hope you like this, it was really fun for me to write ↖(^▽^)↗

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“As much as I love you, darling, you need to be 6 feet away from me,” Tom said sticking an arm at you to push you away. 

He had just made an Instagram story telling Harrison to stay away from him and you were giggling in the background. Tom was doing it to everyone as a joke, of course. 

You followed along with the joke, responding, “Gladly, Tommy. I am definitely not going to risk getting the virus just by touching my div.”

“Div?” Tom exclaimed as you giggled.

“Correction,” you lifted a finger, “my div,” you moved closer to him to tap his nose, but he backed away as you got closer. “C’mon, Tommy, just one boop, s’il vous plaît,” you had been practicing French over the quarantine, so you decided to incorporate some into this ridiculous conversation. 

“Nope, nope, nope,” Tom ran into the living room, hiding behind the couch.

“Tommy,” you whined, frowning and slouching over. You gave him your best pout and wide eyes that always worked on him. 

“Ugh, you know I can’t say no to that face,” Tom groaned, surrendering.

“Yay!” You jumped onto Tom, knocking him onto the couch.

He chuckled, placing a quick peck on the tip of your nose before pushing you away again, “Not that close, though.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you rolled your eyes, “and I’m the germo,” you murmured under your breath.

“I’m being cautious, alright,” Tom defended, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Fun fact,” you said, going off topic, “the way you say ‘croissant’ is closer to the way the French say croissant,” you referred back to his WIRED interview from the Far From Home premiere.

“No, it’s not!” He argued.

The two of you bickered for the rest of the night over his pronunciation of croissant, or quackson.