Summary: Edward is just a beast when it comes to sex lol
WC:1.6k
Warnings: jumps right into sex lol, no build up
A/N: Batman got me back on the Rob train, which led me back to Edward. I don’t write him often so he’s probably ooc here but it doesn’t matter, this is smut. (p.s. back muscles hhhhhgghg)
summary: dean is moved by how he’s so lucky to finally have someone who isn’t afraid to show their love for him in simple, subtle ways. how lucky he is to have you in his life.
warnings: fluff, kissing, emotions, none really
word count:985
a/n:welcome to the first of five posts for my celebration! i hope you enjoy these little fics as much as i did writing them. this fic is based off of this song:
synopsis:being forced to stay home for the summer starts to feel worse when you have to deal with your sister’s engagement party. not to mention the return of your ex-boyfriend is starting to bombard your sanity.
pairing: richkid!tom holland x richkid!reader
genres:richkid!au, exes to lovers, camgirl/camboy → for @venomsilk’s valentine’s day bingo!
a/n: happy valentine’s day! this took me so long to write and it was also supposed to be like 5k but i went overboard hfgdhjkdhf. the original title was pink moon/blue film (a blue film is slang for… yk… Adult Films) but i decided that this fic is full of pink and red, as are most of my fics. feel free to give me feedback and i’m sending a virtual rose to all of you today
No amount of champagne in your system would be able to tolerate the people in your backyard. Yes, you knew most of the people in your cookie-cutter town, but you’d avoid anyone you even remotely knew at all costs when you were home for college. But rather than spending the summer backpacking across Europe with your best friend, your parents much preferred that you stayed home to learn the ropes of the family business, not to mention you were forced into an internship set up by your father.Even if you tried, you couldn’t escape them, and you certainly couldn’t opt out of your older sister, Ava’s, lavish bachelorette party. Or engagement party. Whatever the fuck this was.
Ava outshined you every chance she got — perhaps because she was someone who actually enjoyed vanity since childhood and was thrilled whenever there was an opportunity to show off your family’s wealth with her clothing and her attitude. She likes to joke about how you’re probably adopted or that when you came out of the womb, your face was stuck in a “fucked up little frown” and it hasn’t budged since. Not for the next twenty-one years of your life. And now, you’re hopelessly pouring golden liquid into your glass, watching it slosh around as you roll your eyes to the sound of your sister squealing along with her friends and fellow club members of stupid little elite society. Your sister used to boast about how philanthropic it was, but really, it was an excuse for her to climb the social hierarchy and get blackout drunk on the way.
Leaning over the porch of the backyard, you scan the scene. You blend in easily as you stalk in your little orb, unbothered by the rest of the family and about one hundred of Ava and her fiancé, Matt’s, friends. Swallowing the champagne down your throat, you briefly catch the eye of a friend of a friend, waving awkwardly when your brain quickly realizes that you have to wipe the scowl off your face at that very moment. Fuck accidental eye contact.
synopsis: it’s halloween! you unexpectedly cross paths with the Real spiderman. at least you think it’s really him. why does he sound exactly like the cute boy who sits next to you in class?
warnings: explicit (18+) smut, dom!peter but also sub!peter but also dom!reader, oral sex, fingering, mentions of blood/murder/graphic and general spooky stuff, alcohol and drug usage by the reader. bi!reader for no reason. self-indulgent but you all will just have to deal :/
genres: friends to lovers, college!peter, mutual pining, silly fluff
wc:5k+
a/n: this came out of my ass in one night i apologize in advance. basically i’m obsessed with the idea of being covered in blood and a halloween-themed mutual pining crush situation. this is the result of that.
“Do you like my costume?” Peter tries meekly, scratching his head.
“I mean… yes. You’re fucking Spiderman?” you reply in the form of a yell and a whisper.
“Well, with him, it’s actually more of a platonic thing… OW!” He yelps when you hit him on the arm. He’s bewildered at how hard you can punch considering he’s the Avenger, not you.
