Hear me out. Wonwoo with a fetish for you in thigh highs, knee highs, stockings etc. Anything that places a focus on your legs but, your thighs specifically because he's a gamer (tm).

peter and sad!reader ? anything you want to write about them

Sometimes I like to think Peter confessed to trouble one night after randomly barging into her dorm room thru the window, bleeding in like 20 dif places, and while she’s frantic asking what the fuck happened looking for a med kit he’s high off adrenaline and is like “SPIDER-MAN. ME SPIDER-MAN.” and she’s just like “what the FUCK did you just say?!”

it makes me giggle

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😭😭😭 i could imagine this fr. like, he was on the brink of blacking out, bleeding out and dying and all he had was you because may is at minimum, thirty minutes away.

peter leaves a bloody handprint on your window when he pushes it open, then collapses to your floor while heaving for air. you nearly jump out of bed at the sound, terrified and ready to call peter because who the fuck entered your room through your window in the middle of the night?

except it’s spider-man, and you jump into action, getting to him in two steps and hitting the carpet with your knees.

grabbing his shoulder, ‘oh my god, oh my god, spider-man, are you okay?’ he’s not okay, he’s dying on your floor.

peter doesn’t have it in him to play pretend, he rips the mask off. you gasp and throw him back into the wall, peter groans.

‘what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the-‘

‘trouble, please.’

you run around, your mom packed you a first aid kit when you moved to college, you’ve never used it. now you need it, where the fuck is it?

‘what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, peter?’

he’s clutching his side, there’s so much blood.

‘this is why you’re not allowed to do this, you promise me right now you’ll stop.’

‘you know i can’t,’ he gasps for air, ‘do that.’

‘oh what the fuck, this isn’t happening. what the fuck, this is how you told me? i mean, what the fuck?!’

‘you’re doing a great job at handling it, super stellar.’

you throw a towel at him, he holds it to his worst laceration.

‘don’t you dare get upset with me, you’re the one leading a double life showing up to my fucking window at deaths door. jesus christ, peter. what the fuck!’

‘can i please get a bandaid?’

you find the kit, you tear the plastic and open it.

‘you need a fucking trauma unit.’

peter pulls out a roll of gauze, then motions towards his suit, ‘do me a favor and get me out of this.’

‘oh my god, am i dreaming? this isn’t real life, you’re not real.’

peter’s struggling to free himself, you help while dazed. your brain is melting. ‘is this a bad time to ask for an autograph?’

he stares at you. you blink back.

peter can’t believe he has to say it. ‘yes. it’s a terrible time.’

you pull the suit down to his hips, he’s cut a million different ways. ‘so, is that a no?’

peter wraps the gauze around his arm and tears it with his teeth, the sight makes your heart thump, he looks up at you. ‘don’t you dare get turned on right now, that’s sadistic.’

‘you’re hot when you’re bloody.’

‘oh, jesus christ. fucking cauterize me and you can live out your fantasies.’

you grab a handful of bandaids and a tube of neosporin. ‘on it.’

i’m dead. i went to request something, got distracted on my dash then took a nap😭

but anyway now that i’m awake could i request either tasm!peter or even like spider-man!james with like a shy reader who is needy and horny af but too shy to make a move or ask but they sense it with spidey senses?

Modelling all the new lingerie you bought for frat Peter and he's absolutely losing his mind

do u think when peter and trouble “broke up” he’d get pretty sensitive abt everything? like i imagine him hearing a guy from the football team or something scored a date with trouble and he just feels… defeated or how she still talks to ethan and go to lunch or a get coffee together which just drives him fucking nuts because ‘you’re supposed to be with me. right here. right now. this second.’ ://

hey v ! what about peter and reader getting ready to go somewhere and after reader puts on some red lipstick peter can't stop kissing her ?

Peter rubbing my tummy cause it hurts so bad. No cause fr I need him right now literally any version of him 😭

soft frat!peter

‘just so you know, this is the most baby thing i could do to you. if anyone, and i mean anyone, finds out about this, i’ll never do it again.’

you have no care for his fake threats. your stomach hurts and the only cure is peter’s warm palm washing over it.

‘you’re healing me, i didn’t know you had superpowers. it’s so hot.’

‘you understand this is like, in the trenches, simp boyfriend behavior?’

you hum when he soothes the right spot. ‘and look at you, doing it for free.’

‘do you want me to heal you or not?’

it’s like heaven, ‘heal.’

‘exactly. so, shut up.’

you giggle when he lightly tickles you, ‘sure thing, simp.’

‘hey!’

hiii! congrats on 2k!! could i ask for any character with “tell me where it hurts, honey”

i love how you write every character and each detail just makes me melt 😭

thank you so much angel! I went with remus I’m hyperfixated on him 🫶🏽 cw! reader has period cramps

fem!afab!reader 0.6k words

You’ve been plagued by period cramps almost all day. Remus thinks it’s totally horrible and completely unfair. He’s told you so about a hundred times.

“I hate seeing you like this,” he says for what feels like the millionth time. He’s sitting on the floor next to your couch-bed for the day. His back is against the couch, long legs bent in front of him, and he’s twisted his head so he can look at you properly.

You look back at him with a somewhat pained expression. Remus thinks it’s real until you pout dramatically and say, “You hate seeing me?”

Remus groans. “Dove,” he complains. It sounds like not funny.

You giggle and Remus thinks that hearing your awful joke was worth it if he gets to see you laugh like that. You giggle until suddenly you’re clutching your stomach, your laughter quickly morphing into a moan of pain.

“Ouch,” you complain, more of a groan than a word. “‘Nother cramp.”

This isn’t the first time this has happened today. You’ll be fine and then suddenly not, and Remus is sorry to admit he’s panicked every single time. He’d take all the pain for himself, if he could.

“Dove,” he says again, this time far more soft and kind, his tone all sympathy-heavy and sad. He gets up on his knees quick as a flash, swivelling so he’s facing you. “Tell me where it hurts, honey.”

You eyes are scrunched closed but you point to your abdomen, your lower stomach region that seems most problematic, in Remus’ opinion. Remus is kind and gentle as he pushes his hand under your shirt, pressing his palm firmly to your stomach.

“There?” He asks softly, on a blind search to ease your pain.

“A bit lower, Rem.”

Remus lowers his hand so his fingers push beneath the waistband of your shorts, the heel of his hand just shy of your belly button. “There?”

“Mhm, right there,” you hum, your lips barely moving.

Remus smiles, one, at your cute face and two, because he’s found the spot where you’re hurting the most. He presses the heel of his hand to your stomach, careful but firm at the same time. Normally you’d do this job, pressing your hands to your stomach as if you could claw out the pain. Remus likes to do it because he’s much gentler with it than you ever are. It’s got nothing to do with the fact that he gets to touch you, of course.

“Poor girl,” he murmurs, bringing his free hand up to grip your shoulder, his thumb dragging over your collarbone. “S’that any better, dove?”

You nod, though your eyes are still closed. Remus takes the opportunity to drag his hand over your midriff, a firm press of his palm over the expanse of your lower stomach, back and forth from hip to hip. He’s slow and gentle and watches your face in case you don’t like it. But when you let out a sigh of what he hopes is relief, he knows it was a good idea.

“Thank you, Remus,” you say, sounding both parts fond and tired.

Remus pushes his hand around to your hip and gives you a squeeze. “For what?”

You smile like you can’t help it and open your eyes just slightly to look down at him. “You know what,” you say, exasperated in your exhaustion.

“No, I don’t,” he says back lightly, giving your nose a tap with his free hand.

You roll your half-lidded eyes but the effect is ruined by your staggering smile. “Whatever,” you mumble.

Remus grins. “You want me to keep my hand here?” He asks, one part genuine and two parts smarmy.

You must miss the smarmy, because you close your eyes again and breathe out a, “Please.”

Remus decides he’ll keep his hand on your stomach for as long as you like.