spideyssunshine

[spideyssunshine]

i hope u have a good day lovely!!! 💕

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i needed this anon, thank you 😊👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

#baefy

[spideyssunshine]

please send me requests!!

i write for:

tom holland

mcu peter parker

harrison osterfield

harry holland

sam holland

lots of love, chris 💝

#harrison osterfield #haz osterfield #tom holland #harry holland #sam holland #peter parker x stark!daughter #peter parker x stark!reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #harry holland fluff #harry holland smut #harrison osterfield smut #harrison osterfield fluff

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my old navigation, which has all the people i write for! new one coming soon💝

new era starts now.

can we please leave the past in the past. i overshared years ago and overwhelmed myself in the process. i miss being a writer on here. i miss all of mutuals and the creation of my works. so please, let me have a fresh start on here.

IM BACK! spideyssunshine is now open for business. please send me requests so i can start writing again or come chat with me! i missed you all so much and love you all always.

love,

chris :)

going to tag some of my old friends from my taglist below!

@hotforharrison @spideyspeaches @can-i-callyou-tonight @voguesir @parkerxreader @teti-menchon0604 @lillucyandthejets @parkers-gal @justafangirlduh @quacksonholland @thehumanistsdiary @theliterarymess @clara-licht @the-fan-18 @reptaysgf @writetorace @lmaotshollandd @megnotfound @itsbieberxholland @givebuckyhisplum @thirstiestpotato @lil-eesii-ye @0nico6 @piscesparker @aidinniram @heyafellows @ayooooooooooo @peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology @just-lost-inbetween-worlds @lovehollandy12 @bigassnocash @prancerrparkerr @agbspidey @belovedholland

[spideyssunshine]

guys should i pick this up all the requests are still in my inbox😭

spring fling prompt list ☀️🐝

hey luvs! yeah i know ive been gone for like- ever😭 but im back! (mostly cos i have no friend except for @peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology ) i have no ideas cos im dumb so im putting out this cute lil prompt list 😁

navi ☀️

as usual:

i write for tom holland, harry holland, harrison osterfield, peter parker (mcu)

please dont request smut for this event!

"a bee just fucking stung me"

flower field photoshoot

strawberry picking

spring clothing shopping

feeding the ducks

reader puts a flower in partners hair

“no, i don’t have *achoo!* allergies

gardening

cloud watching

“you know what’s prettier than the flowers?”

“don’t freak out but that squirrel is about to jump on you”

making pinterest jam cookies

“sooo what’s the deal with you guys?” “spring fling” “ already looking at apartments”

easter baskets

daisy chains

someone dies- this ones for @peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology

going to a farmers market

“no it’s spring forward and fall back dumbass”

“awww a bunny!” “i’m scared of bunnies!!”

butterfly garden

taglist down below

@hotforharrison @spideyspeaches @osterfieldshollandgirl @itstaskeen @wonderfulfluffer @voguesir @teti-menchon0604 @lillucyandthejets @parkers-gal @hollandprkr @justafangirlduh @thehumanistsdiary @itscaminow @clara-licht @the-fan-18 @local--dissapointment @call-me-baby-gir1 @megnotfound @itsbieberxholland @givebuckyhisplum @thirstiestpotato @nxtty-m @hayloft2 @piscesparker @aidinniram @heyafellows @ayoooooooooooooooo @peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology @just-lost-inbetween-worlds @lovehollandy12 @belovedholland

#two years later #lmk #spideyssunshine

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hiii, I have some requests to send you but I don't want to ask you anything that you don't feel comfortable writing so could you tell me if there is anything you don't like writing? thank you so so much🫶

hi !! i appreciate this ask💝

i’m pretty comfortable writing a lot, fluff, smut, angst, you know the drill. i do have to say that i am terrible at writing threesomes LMAO

please send your requests in!!

#yurrrr #spideyssunshine #anon

[spideyssunshine]

new era starts now.

can we please leave the past in the past. i overshared years ago and overwhelmed myself in the process. i miss being a writer on here. i miss all of mutuals and the creation of my works. so please, let me have a fresh start on here.

IM BACK! spideyssunshine is now open for business. please send me requests so i can start writing again or come chat with me! i missed you all so much and love you all always.

love,

chris :)

going to tag some of my old friends from my taglist below!

@hotforharrison @spideyspeaches @can-i-callyou-tonight @voguesir @parkerxreader @teti-menchon0604 @lillucyandthejets @parkers-gal @justafangirlduh @quacksonholland @thehumanistsdiary @theliterarymess @clara-licht @the-fan-18 @reptaysgf @writetorace @lmaotshollandd @megnotfound @itsbieberxholland @givebuckyhisplum @thirstiestpotato @lil-eesii-ye @0nico6 @piscesparker @aidinniram @heyafellows @ayooooooooooo @peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology @just-lost-inbetween-worlds @lovehollandy12 @bigassnocash @prancerrparkerr @agbspidey @belovedholland

#spideyssunshine #tom holland #harrison osterfield #haz osterfield #harry holland #sam holland #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #harrison osterfield smut #harry holland smut #harry holland fluff #harry holland x reader #tom holland x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker x stark!daughter

[spideyssunshine]

love you to the moon and to saturn (t.h)

tom holland x reader

summary: tom wants to get matching tattoos with his girlfriend, but things don't always go according to plan

warnings: knives, mentions of injury from knife, mention of mutilation? threatening behavior, cursing

a/n: i want to preface this with two points:

i know tom has a tattoo already, and also would not be this much of a wimp lol. suspension of disbelief, guys.

this is possibly the dumbest thing i've ever written. it's pure stupidity. but sometimes you just have to write something to get you back into the swing of things, you know?

enjoy <3

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It was Tom’s idea. He waited until you’d sat down to breakfast with the rest of the boys, sliding his phone across the table to you as you took a spoonful of your cereal. 

“I think we should get matching tattoos.”

Your eyes widened as you picked up his phone, examining the photo he had opened. It was a close up of two wrists, each with a tiny crescent moon and a delicate saturn, with tiny stars dotted around the image. 

“Do you like it? I thought it was kinda like, ‘love you to the moon and to saturn’, y’know?” Tom continues eagerly. “I’ve been looking for a few weeks now and that one just came up and I was like yeah, that’s the one.”

Your heart swells at the thought of Tom sitting there, scrolling through his phone to find the perfect couple’s tattoo for you and himself, so you nod. 

“Hun I love it, but are you sure you’re brave enough?” you tease. “I mean, tattoos HURT. Badly.”

Tom smirks, rolling his shoulders back and running a hand through his coffee-coloured curls. 

“It can’t be that bad. I’ll be fine.”

You shrug. 

“Alright then, speak now or forever hold your peace. 

Tom nods. “Yeah, let’s get matching tattoos.”

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The five of you traipse into the nearest tattoo parlour later that morning, you, Tom, Harry, Harrison, and Tuwaine, the latter three who had insisted on coming with for ‘moral support’. You weren’t sure how much moral support they were really offering though, as they ambled around the small lobby, pointing at photos of completed tattoos pinned on the wall. 

“Cor, look at this poor fucker’s tattoo!” Tuwaine guffaws. “It’s horrendous.”

“Harry, look you could get Eminem tattooed on your arm as an M&M!” laughs Harrison, earning himself a brief smack from Harry. 

“Boys!” you say sharply to get their attention. Gesturing to the tattoo artist hovering a needle over your wrist, you ask, “are you giving support or what?”

The boys hurry over, gathering around you and watching in awe as the tattoo artist began to work, the design slowly taking shape. You grit your teeth, glancing up at the ceiling to distract yourself from the pain. 

“Is it really bad, darling?” coos Tom, giving your free hand a gentle squeeze. “Squeeze my hand if it hurts too much, alright?”

“God, she’s not even wriggling,” Harrison whispers in awe.  

“She’s like a statue,” agrees Tuwaine. 

“A statue that’ll give you both a smack around the head if you don’t back up a bit and give me a bit of space,” you grumble, both boys recoiling quickly and giggling. 

“Aaand, all done!” announced the tattoo artist, covering it in plastic for protection. He quickly explained the aftercare process and you nodded, half listening as you admired the delicate pictures on your wrist. 

Tom presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

“Did so well, love,” he whispers as you switched places. 

“Alright, ready for me to begin?” the tattoo artist asks Tom as he prepared a fresh needle and situated himself near Tom’s wrist. 

Tom nods, and everyone jumped quickly as your phone began to ring loudly. 

“Shit, sorry,” you muttered, stepping away from the group as you answered it. 

“Hello?”

“Y/N? It’s Emily.” the voice on the other end said impatiently. “From work?”

You rolled your eyes. Emily from work, on a Saturday? She’d better be joking. 

“Hey Emily. Everything okay?” you ask politely. 

“Not really.” she sniffs impatiently. “Both Martine and Tiffany have called in sick and it’s just me trying to hold down the fort over here. We really need you to come in.” she says, not bothering to ask if that worked with your schedule. 

“Oh, really?” you say, pressing a hand to your forehead in annoyance. 

“Yeah. Can you get here in half an hour?” 

You sigh. You’d really like to tell her exactly where to stick it, seeing as you’re not scheduled to work Saturday and barely get to see your boyfriend as it is, but it’s also a reasonably new job and you’re still trying to make a good impression. 

“Okay. I’ll be there in 25.” you say, and Emily hangs up without so much as a thank you. 

Sighing, you turn back to deliver the news to the boys and the tattoo artist who hovers over Tom’s wrist, waiting to start. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t wanna leave you baby, but you know it’s a new job and they really need me there today, I’l probably only be there for an hour or so-”

“Darling, it’s okay.” Tom interrupts your rambling. “You go. I’ve got the boys here, and it’s just a tattoo, I’ll be fine. I’ll see you later, okay?”

You nod, giving him a quick kiss, waving goodbye to the boys and thanking the tattoo artist again before rushing out the door and bracing the cold London wind, small tattoo protected by it’s plastic covering. As the door closes behind you, a loud squawk and a large thump echoes from the tattoo parlour but you’re in a rush so you can do nothing but shrug it off and hurry to work. 

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Kicking off your shoes in the hallway and dropping your bag on the sofa, you’re surprised to be met with an empty house. You were only at work for around two hours, but still, how did you beat the boys home? You check your phone and see no missed calls or texts from them so you shrug, plopping down on the sofa and picking up your book.

Just as you begin to get into the story again, a flurry of yelling and stumbling, boys giving orders and complaining sounds from the hallway and you almost drop your book as Tom enters the living room, white as a sheet with a strange sheen of sweat on his forehead, half-dragged and half-carried by Harrison and Tuwaine, while Harry followed behind, chucking hysterically to himself at his older brother’s pain. Tom’s holding his arm out as if he’s scared for it to touch the rest of his body and you glimpse the tattoo on his wrist, not covered in plastic wrapping. Or…is that the tattoo? It seems smaller than yours- it’s half a tattoo?

“Oh my God, what happened?” you cry, eyes wide at the sight in front of you. “Did the tattoo artist mess it up? Did you have an allergic reaction?”

“He MAIMED ME,” shrieks Tom, panting loudly. “That FUCKER!”

“I didn’t think he was a fucker.” you say quietly. “I thought he was pretty good.”

“It was TORTURE” Tom moans, flopping unceremoniously onto the sofa in his state. 

“He couldn’t do it,” chuckles Harry. “He was begging and pleasing for the tattoo guy to stop when he’d barely gotten a quarter of the way through.”

“Soon as the guy lifted the needle for a second so Tom would stop screeching like a fuckin’, a fuckin’, banshee, he was up out of that chair like a rocket and running out to the car. We had to chase him through half the bloody streets of London!” finishes Tuwaine. 

As you stroke Tom’s hair, trying to hold in a giggle as you assess the situation, Harrison starts rootling around in the nearby drawer, pulling out a small, glinting object. He approaches Tom, brandishing it with a grim expression. 

“Put your wrist on the coffee table.” he says calmly. 

“The fuck? NO!” yells Tom, scrambling on the carpet to get away from his best friend. “Get away from me, you nutter!”

“No mate of mine is going to be the laughing stock of the internet,” says Harrison, crouching down and pinning Tom’s arm down using his knee. 

“Harrison, get away from my boyfriend!” you yell, trying to push him off but to no avail. 

“Mate, c’mon, maybe this is a bit excessive, yeah?” questions Tuwaine. 

“DO IT, DO IT, DO IT,” chants Harry with glee. 

“Okay mate, hand over the knife. There’s no need to brand the little guy.” says Tuwaine, worry crossing over his features. 

“The…what? What knife?” says Harrison crossly. “I’m not BRANDING anyone! It’s Y/N’s blimmin’ EYELINER, which I’m going to use to DRAW the rest of it on. We’ll just take it in turns to draw the rest of Tom’s tattoo on before he leaves the house every morning.”

Everyone sucks in a breath of realisation as Harrison gently draws the rest of the tattoo on Tom’s wrist with surprising accuracy. Tom holds up his arm in victory as everyone admires his finished ‘tattoo’. 

“Did you all really think I was gonna slice his skin off so it would grow back, un-tattooed? Or carve the rest of the tattoo into him with a knife?” asks Harrison in disbelief, glancing around the room. 

You, Tuwaine and Harry are all suddenly very interested in examining the carpet and the pot plant on the coffee table, averting your embarrassed eyes. Tuwaine reaches underneath the coffee table and holds up a small cardboard box. 

“Anyone up for a game of Boggle?”

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tysm for reading! comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

[spideyssunshine]

dude why was i number one SO OPEN ABOUT EVERYTHING I WAS GOING THROUGH PUBLICLY ON HERE. number two SO CRINGE WTF. number three. i don’t even know man like return era?? i wanna come back because i loved writing for my followers and everything felt so content but i don’t want the past to overhear my blog. I DONT KNOW HOW TO BOUNCE BACK. I AM A HAS BEEN. I USED TO BE PRETTY POPULAR ON HERE AND THEN I WENT FUCKING GHOST MODE AND NEVER CAME BACK. i honestly don’t even know where to start if i were to come back. people know to much

#it’s tough out here

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erm what if i delete everything on here

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can you do a toodler!sister! reader x tom holland where she’s at daycare and he goes to pick her up and she comes back with some flowers and a cute little gift because her ‘boyfriend’ got it for her and Nikki thinks it’s so cute while the brothers are going into overprotective mode and freaking out.

Tom waits by the door, watching Y/N gather her stuff, grabbing a few flowers that were probably picked from a garden, and talk to her teacher. Y/N points to Tom and the teacher looks over at him. Tom politely smiles and waves and the teacher allows Y/N to race to her oldest brother.

Tom smiles and squats, holding his arms out, Y/N soon crashing into him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Hi, love." Tom greets, hugging her back.

"Hi, Tommy." Y/N smiles, pulling out of the hug.

"You ready to go?" Tom asks and Y/N nods. Y/N turns and waves to her friends and Tom watches a young boy and young girl wave back.

Tom grabs Y/N's hand, leading her out, starting the walk home.

"You have fun today?" Tom asks.

"Uh-huh. We had crackers and Oreos and juice." Y/N lists. "And we worked on ABCs."

"Oh, yeah? That sounds fun." Tom says.

"Yep." Y/N nods.

"Where'd the flowers come from?" Tom asks. "You pick those while you were playing?"

"No, Peter gave me to them." Y/N says.

"Who's Peter?" Tom asks.

"My boyfiend." Y/N says and Tom freezes in his tracks. Since he's holding her hand, she also stops walking, looking up at him confused.

"Your boyfriend?" Tom asks.

"Uh-huh. He gave me this, too." Y/N says, holding up her free hand to show off a plastic bracelet resting around her wrist.

"He gave you jewelry?" Tom asks, inspecting the jewelry.

"Mm-hmm." Y/N nods, grinning.

"Y/N, you're much too young for boyfriends." Tom says.

"Nuh-uh. Mummy likes it. She lets him come over and play." Y/N says. "And I get to go to his home, too."

"What? No, no, no. We had planned no boyfriends until you're my age." Tom says.

"That's too long." Y/N stomps her foot.

"We'll discuss this later, young lady." Tom says, resuming the walk home.

"You would like him. His name is Peter. Like Spider-Man." Y/N says.

"Yeah, and he also shares a name with Peter Pettigrew. That little rat." Tom quietly grumbles.

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Once they get home, Y/N quickly greets the rest of her family before going to play with Tessa in the backyard.

"Did you know Y/N has a boyfriend?" Tom asks.

"What?!" His brothers shriek.

"Oh, you mean Peter?" Nikki asks.

"You know she has a boyfriend?" Harry asks.

"Oh, it's the cutest thing. They'll share their snacks with each other and kiss the other's cheeks. He'll even open stuff for her. And sometimes we'll buy little gifts they can get each other." Nikki says, smiling softly.

"When did this become a thing?" Paddy asks.

"A few months ago." Nikki answers, shrugging as if it's not a big deal.

"And you didn't think to tell us?" Sam asks.

"We need to interrogate him. We need to make sure he treats her right and his intentions are good. He breaks her heart, we're going to war." Tom declares, watching Y/N and Tessa play in the yard.

"Boys, they're only four years old. What's the worst that could be done?" Nikki laughs.

"She could come home crying some day because he finds another four year old cuter." Tom retorts.

"Or he could get attracted to a five year old. If you're older, it's almost always an automatic win." Sam grumbles, remembering how his kindergarten girlfriend dumped him for a first grader.

"Sam, history doesn't always repeat itself." Nikki says, knowing what he's thinking about. "And how do you four plan to interrogate a four year old?"

"Kids are smart. He'll know how to answer." Harry says and Nikki rolls her eyes.

"What do plan to ask him?" She asks.

"His intentions. His GPA. His plans for the future. Does he smoke? Does he drink? Any past problems." Paddy lists.

"Four year olds don't have GPAs. He probably doesn't know the definition of "intentions." His plans for the future is to follow in the steps of Willy Wonka. The only somewhat unhealthy thing he drinks is juice. Of course he doesn't smoke and past problems are probably just spilling food or something."

"The plan for the future is completely unrealistic." Harry says. "She needs somebody who has a realistic future plan."

"Unrealistic, huh? What, less unrealistic than Y/N's plan to step into a wardrobe and find Narnia?" Nikki questions.

"Well, that's different. She's adorable and has done no wrong. She deserves Narnia." Tom says, the other three nodding in agreement.

"Okay, well, Peter's coming over later." Nikki informs.

"Are you joking?" Sam asks.

"What?" Tom asks.

"You've got to be kidding." Harry grumbles.

"Bloody hell." Paddy whispers.

"Yes, and you will be nice. So help me if you four traumatize that boy, you're all grounded until Christmas." Nikki threatens.

"I'm 23." Tom says.

"Grounded." Nikki warns.

- - -

Later Peter and his mother get to the Holland house, Peter immediately rushing to the living room where Y/N is coloring at the coffee table. The brothers are all sitting on the couch, watching the first Narnia movie that Y/N requested to put on.

"Want to see four overprotective brothers in action?" Nikki quietly asks Peter's mother.

"Overprotective over a daycare relationship? Yes, I need the comedy." Peter's mother says, the two women sharing a small laugh, following the young boy into the living room.

"Hi, Y/N." Peter greets, a shy smile on his face.

"Hi, Peter." Y/N grins.

Peter sits next to her and she kisses him on the cheek. Tom goes to move, but Nikki slaps the back of his head.

"These are my brothers." Y/N tells the boy. "That's Sammy and Paddy and Tommy and Harry." She introduces, pointing to each brother as she says their name.

"Hi." Peter waves to them all, the older three brothers forcing smiles back, but Paddy keeps his protective glare on.

"Tommy's Spider-Man." Y/N says, a proud grin on her face.

"Cool!" Peter exclaims, also grinning.

- - -

The two toddlers are in the kitchen, eating sandwiches, the four brothers forced by Nikki to stay in the living room. Nikki and Peter's mother are in the backyard, enjoying kid free time.

"Tommy's Spidey, Sammy cooks really good food like my mommy does, Harry takes pretty pictures, and Paddy wants to play dress up like Tommy does. Or whatever they call it. But they all play my games whenever I ask."

The four listen to the conversation between the young couple.

"Okay, we'll have to question him later when mum isn't around. Maybe one day the four of us can pick her up from daycare and question him there." Paddy says.

"Yes. And even if she seems happy now, he breaks her heart..." Harry says.

"War." The four declare in unison.

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why did i lowk fall off 😭 i used to be up there but nah i only get like three mf notes

#journey of discovery #fuck #me #what will it take bruh

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this sucks

Peter giving reader back rubs amd things escalate bcz the sounds coming from her r such a turn for peter

Hope you like it babe, it's like a little baby smut. I just typed this up real quick and didn’t edit so let me know if you find and errors please! Thanks for sending this in, love you xx

Something More

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: sexual situations, smut

Summary: Things get a little heated when Peter tries to help you relax

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“Why don’t you take a break? You’ve been sitting here all day,” Peter grabbed your shoulder, massaging them gently as he tried to pull you away from the table.

“I’m really worried about my econ final,” you sighed, unable to resist leaning back into his touch.

“I know, but you’re just wearing yourself out,” he kissed the top of your head, “You’re not gonna get anywhere if you don’t take a break every once in a while.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right...”

“I’m definitely right,” he squeezed your shoulders, “Why don’t you come lay down for a little while? I could give you a little massage and then we can study together.”

“That sounds really nice, thank you Peter,” you smiled while he pulled you out of the chair, gently tugging you towards your room.

“I thought it would,” he held your waist while you walked. He tugged gently at the bottom of your shirt when you sat down, “Wanna take this off?”

You nodded and lifted the shirt off your head, Peter blushed at the sight of your bare chest. It didn’t matter how many times he saw you naked, he always made you bashful. You laid down on your stomach and Peter crawled behind you, straddling your lower back.

“I can’t promise it’ll be great, but I’ll do my best,” he promised while he started to work over your skin.

“That’s okay Peter, it feels great already,” you assured him.

You were much more tense than you though you’d be, and Peter’s hands felt amazing. He applied just the right amount of pressure to relax the knots in your back, making you whimper under him.

“That feels amazing Peter,” you moaned happily.

He blushed at the sound, suddenly his throat felt dry, “Thanks, I’m glad it does.”

You continued moaning and whimpering under him while he worked. His whole body felt hot, every sound you made sent more of his blood rushing south. When he reached your shoulders you let out a particularly erotic sounding moan  and Peter bit down on his cheek. He tried to will himself to stay calm but he couldn’t help growing hard. He shifted above you to try and hide his arousal from you so you wouldn’t think he’d dragged you away just to have sex.

“Peter,” you smirked under him, noticing how fidgety he had become, “Are you alright?”

“O-Of course,” he cleared his throat, “My leg was just falling asleep.”

“I see,” you hummed, “That’s funny because I swore I felt something poking my back.”

“N-No! No, you didn’t feel anything, it was just my knee,” he lied.

“That was so not your knee,” you giggled, “Come on Peter, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“I just don’t want you to think that I was just trying to have sex or something, I really want to help you relax,” he pursed his lips, continuing to work at your shoulders as he spoke, “It was just that you were kind of moaning and stuff...”

“I can’t help it, you’re just making me feel so good Peter,” you purred, “So, so good.”

He swallowed and took a long breath, “Come on.”

“But you are,” you insisted, “And if you let me roll over I’d like to make you feel good too.”

Peter climbed off you right away, his whole body buzzed with anticipation. He slammed his lips against yours the second you rolled over, his hands began to wander your bare torso. You tugged his shirt off and he attached his lips to your neck.

You moaned as he nipped at your skin, he smiled against you, “God your so sexy.”

“Mmm, so are you,” you grinned as he tugged your shorts and underwear off your hips, “So, so sexy Peter.”

He moaned loudly when you started palming over him. His lips returned to yours while he struggled out of his sweats. With both of you left in only your underwear you rolled over so you could straddle his hips. You ground down against him before separating again.

“You so fucking gorgeous,” he grinned up at you, one of his hands grazing over your breast.

You whimpered when he pinched your nipple, grabbing onto the edge of his boxers, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he grabbed the back of your neck and pressed his lips to yours again.

You helped Peter out of his boxers and took him in your hand. He moaned happily at the feeling and let you push him back onto the bed. He was hard already so you hovered above him, he held your hips to help keep you steady. Gently he pulled you down onto him, pushing his hips up and moaning at the sensation. You whimpered as you sank down onto him, he massaged your hips encouraging you to relax against him.

“Just tell me when your ready,” he brushed the valley between your breasts with the back of one of his hands.

You nodded, “Yeah, just a second,” you rocked your hips lightly against his while you adjusted to him.

“I wanna hear more of those pretty sounds you were making for me baby,” he smiled lazily up at you, moving his hand down towards your core.

His thumb grazed over your clit, working slowly to make you feel as good as he could. You inhaled sharply before you moaned. You started to rock your hips a little harder against his before you started riding him. Peter rocked his hips upwards to meet your movements. He started to rub your clit harder and faster, drinking in your pleasured moans with a big smile. 

“Fuck baby, I don’t think I’m gonna last,” he warned.

“Me either,” you gasped as he thrusted up into you, “Fuck, right there Peter, please.”

“Yeah? Am I making you feel good baby?” he squeezed your waist.

You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut, “Yes Peter, I-I wanna cum together.”

“Me too, are you close baby?” he panted as he felt you clench around him.

“Really close,” you confirmed. 

Peter pushed himself up so he could kiss you again, smiling while you moaned into his mouth. You squeezed his shoulder and tried to pull away so you could tell him you were about to finish, but he pinched your clit and all you could do was gasp. Peter groaned as you clenched down around him, falling apart just a second after you did. He continued rocking his hips against yours, helping to work both of you through your highs.

He pressed his forehead against yours as you both started to come down. Both of you were panting and smiling. You let out heavy, breathy laugh that Peter couldn’t help but copy.

“So how was the massage?” he teased.

You laughed, “It was great, I really appreciated the happy ending.”

“Me too,” he kissed you deeply and fell back onto the bed, “You wanna lay down for a little while?”

You nodded and climb off of him, instead opting to lay down with your head on his chest, “I wanna snuggle.”

“Me too,” he wrapped both of his arms around you and kissed your head, “But you should go pee first.”

You groaned, “Can you stop being responsible for five minutes?”

“Not when it comes to your health,” he smiled at you while you dragged yourself out of bed.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, you’re the best boyfriend in the world,” you padded over to the bedroom door and looked back at him, “Don’t more a muscle until I get back.”

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, I’ll be waiting right here for you.”

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[spideyssunshine]

Harry shit?

https://www.tumblr.com/violetlilysunshine/652917114880098304/masterlist

bruh anon ily bc u were the only person who answers this

[spideyssunshine]

pls rec me harry holland shit

#harry holland fic #harry holland #harry holland fluff #harry holland imagine #harry holland x reader #harry holland smut #harry holland blurb #harry holland hc

[spideyssunshine]

wtf i just realized you sent that to me in 2022 😭

wtf is wrong with you (like i didn’t come back here to bully you)

[spideyssunshine]

wtf is wrong with you (like i didn’t come back here to bully you)

#i actually fucked your bunny #shane dawson be like

[spideyssunshine]

bro nah i need to stop come crawling back here whenever it’s like 2 am and im hungry and bored and don’t wanna get outta bed