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I’m Cait! I’m a 28 year old married lady that likes to write fanfiction for fun. My requests are closed. But please ask me anything!
Newest Work -
A Case of You - TASM!Peter Parker
A Lord & A Lady (new part!) (Bridgerton AU!TASM Peter Parker)
The Scoundrel & The Princess (Steve Harrington)
Cursed (Stranger Things series)
it's so funny watching people freak out over a silly little daddy bracelet
i’ve just been imagining how tasm!peter parker would react to receiving a daddy spidey bracelet 👀
instant boner then followed by a ton of blushing then giddy giggling and then grinding his hips into yours as he presses you against the nearest wall, slipping the bracelet onto his wrist
Like, he’s been so alone after Gwen that he’s forgotten that he’s still got it or that anyone even would look at him that way.. and then this person comes out of left field with a plastic bracelet that says daddy Spidey after Spidey’s successfully saved a hoard of people from a burning bus..
It stops Peter dead in his tracks - something is unearthed in him and the obsession begins. 👀
Summary: Another Halloween, another year gone by, and more Claire and Benjy to keep Peter entertained. There's never a dull moment in the Parker household. It's a very short read and simple and cute. (read last years Halloween fic here)
A/N: It's been a while since I've written anything. I'll dip my toes in and see how it feels by starting with the cute twins in Peter's life. Special thanks to @tarzinnia for bringing back last years Halloween fic and inspiring me to attempt writing again. Happy Halloween, bitches!
Spider-Man.
That’s what Claire insisted on being for Halloween. Peter couldn’t help but be proud of her choices.
“I don’t think there’s a better costume out there,” he boasted to you late one evening. He was sitting at the kitchen table, happily sewing a handmade Spider suit for his daughter.
A mood board for this precious lil fic
KATIE!!!!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!! I want to have cute ass twins with Peter Parker :’) (and then make another LOL)
I AM SO VERY HAPPY YOU ARE WRITING AGAIN! THE WORLD IS HEALING!!!
"You....you're upto something aren't you ?!?!"//
I'm heading to the store for munchies so I can settle in for a good read when this something lands on the blog. Anyone want anything? Should I aim for healthy? Comfort food? Healthy comfort food? Liquor?
if liz starts writing again, i start writing again
i promise. i'll make a blood pact with the devil (the devil being @liz-allyn)
If Katie AND Liz start writing again, I start writing again.
Summary: In an attempt to get coffee, you meet a grade A asshole whose head you want to rip off. Meanwhile, Jake Seresin is pretty certain he just met his future wife in the parking lot of a coffee shop.
AKA Jake Seresin likes mean women, pass it on.
Shout-out to @p3mybeloved who isn't in the TGM fandom, but is the inspiration for this fic ♥️♥️
It hadn’t been just a long day. It had been a long week.
And it was only Tuesday.
You were exhausted from working after hours to meet critical deadlines. If Barbara from admin found one more thing to nitpick, you were going to lose it.
So you decided to get coffee. Could you have made some at home? Absolutely. But you needed something, just a little something to make your morning brighter. Something that would remind you there was some good in the world and help you get through the first two hours of your day.
Instead of hitting snooze on your alarm clock five times, you got up after hitting it twice. You even remembered to apply deodorant and swipe on mascara. You left five minutes before your alarm to leave went off. Five whole minutes. You were on track to get coffee and get to work in plenty of time. Things were going well.
Too well.
Abby, my god woman - this was so fucking cute and I laughed a few times. Venus is so angry and Jake is so in love hahahahaha omfg. On to the next part!!! I’m in love already.
don't feel guilty for letting your emotions take space, you're allowed to feel your emotions, as someone with depression, pushing those emotions aside and masking your pain can feel easier but you aren't getting rid of the feelings, just postponing them. it'll take a while until you're hobbies call your attention again, but don't force them because you'll stop enjoying them if you feel pressured for a deadline, breaks are allowed and encouraged, take care - your local big sister
I love you, whoever you are. Thank you. I appreciate your words of encouragement and for taking time out of your day to send me a kind message.
Thank you, local big sister. 💛
Fucking her while she’s doing the dishes 🙃🙃🙃
You got it!
TASM Peter Parker x Fem!Reader smut || The Dishes
TW: I use the term "daddy" in a sexual manner in this, if that's not your jam, skip it.
The suds of the dish soap coated her hands as she idly scrubbed the same glass she had been working on for the past few minutes. Her mind was elsewhere. Work, family matters, friendship troubles. Anywhere but here. It wasn’t until she felt an arm snake around her waist did she pull herself back from her wondering.
“I think that glass is clean enough,” a gravelly voice murmured against her ear.
The sound of his tone made her shiver. She knew it all too well. It didn’t matter what he was saying, the moment his voice shifted into that low, scruffy sound, she knew. He wanted her. Now.
“Mm,” she gave a content sigh, rinsing the glass under the stream of steaming water. “I’m a bit distracted tonight, I think.” She could practically hear his smirk as his fingers splayed out over her stomach. He toyed with the white fabric of her sundress. Despite being late into the evening, they were going through a heat wave in the city. She couldn’t handle the thought of anything heavier than a light dress weighing her down.
“I can bring you back down to earth,” his breath was hot against her neck. She could feel the sweat start to bead up down her spine the closer he pushed himself into her.
Her head felt like she was spinning. He had that effect on her. Always had.
“No, Peter. I’m trying to finish the dishes,” she tried to hold firm. “If they don’t get done now, they never will. I know us. There will be a mountain of unwashed dishes in one week if I don’t do them.” She felt his hand slide over her hips and under the hem of her dress. Her soapy hand slapped down over his wrist, “No!”
His grip only tightened, nails digging into the fleshy bits of her thigh, “No?” He sounded amused. “Are you sure about that?”
“I-” her face felt heated. “I’m busy…” The lack of confidence in her voice was evident.
//There was nothing but the hot, persistent throbbing electrifying her skin. Peter wasn’t stopping. He was there. Pounding into her. Spreading her. Impaling her. Using her like the sex doll he craved.//
^^^^^^^^^^ read this ASAP!
Andrew Garfield in "Boy A" movie scene 😍🔥
(HORNY WARNING)
I have such a great mixed feelings and sensations in this scene... (the scene) which takes you from 0 to 100 very fast. His breath, gasps and all the sounds produced in this scene... are abruptly cut by the conclusion. By the way,I allow myself to be struck everywhere.
I literally pulled up this movie to watch this exact scene last night. I just kept skimming back and rewatching it about ten times. I think we have the same brain @sincericida
I have a problem.
Jesus H
Golden beams of sunlight peek through the drapes, the warmth of a new dawn dancing across your face - the sounds of the insomnolent city wake you.
Quiet snores cause a smile to spread across your face as you turn to the beautiful man sleeping beside you, his cheeks squished against the pillow underneath his head, his hair wild. Despite the box fan being directly pointed at him, sweat beads lay across his forehead like a crown.
A human space heater, that man.
“Peter,” you breathe, your fingertips caressing his warm cheek before planting a tender kiss on the tip of his perfect nose.
He stirs, inhaling sharply as his eyes blink open - those honey eyes sleepily staring back at you through squinted lids.
He smiles, still blinking away sleep, “Morning, bug.” Peter’s voice is scratchy and deep.
God, you loved his morning voice.
“Good morning,” you say as Peter’s strong arms quickly snake around your waist, pulling you into his warm and sweaty chest.
“C’mere, it’s a Saturday morning - I’m not moving,” the bass of his voice vibrates against your cheek now pressed against his sternum. “I’m not going anywhere, especially because I have such a beautiful human in my arms.”
“Beautiful human?” You retort, pulling back from his embrace to look up at him - his eyes golden from the sunlight pouring into the room. A wide smile spreads across his handsome face as he giggles, shyly hiding his face in the pillow, kicking his leg over you and resting it on your hip, pulling you back into him.
“We should get breakfast delivered,” Peter says. “We should stay here all day, right here in this bed.”
“No Spiderman Delivery Service?” You ask, still wrapped in his arms. “He’s the fastest this side of town.”
“No no, Spider-Man is sleeping,” he says as he rolls himself on top of you.
“Ah,” you say, squished underneath the weight of Peter. “Well, I guess I’m just stuck here then.”
“Oh, I’ll stick you with something,” Peter smiles as he lazily ruts his hips against you.
“Peter Parker!”
Peter lets out a laugh, “oh, don’t Peter Parker me - I know you want this.”
“I do,” you smile.
“Yeah, you do,” he nuzzled his face into your chest.
—-
A/N: I don’t know what this is LOL I just felt inspired this morning. It may suck, but who cares because fanfiction is supposed to be fun :)
Anywho -
Happy Saturday! Love you guys <3
- Cait
Would be my dream?
Aw, it’s a beautiful dream ;)
Golden beams of sunlight peek through the drapes, the warmth of a new dawn dancing across your face - the sounds of the insomnolent city waking you.
Quiet snores cause a smile to spread across your face as you turn to the beautiful man sleeping beside you, his cheeks squished against the pillow underneath his head, his hair wild. Despite the box fan being directly pointed at him, sweat beads lay across his forehead like a crown.
A human space heater, that man.
“Peter,” you breathe, your fingertips caressing his warm cheek before planting a tender kiss on the tip of his perfect nose.
He stirs, inhaling sharply as his eyes blink open - those honey eyes sleepily staring back at you through squinted lids.
He smiles, still blinking away sleep, “Morning, bug.” Peter’s voice is scratchy and deep.
God, you loved his morning voice.
“Good morning,” you say as Peter’s strong arms quickly snake around your waist, pulling you into his warm and sweaty chest.
“C’mere, it’s a Saturday morning - I’m not moving,” the bass of his voice vibrates against your cheek now pressed against his sternum. “I’m not going anywhere, especially because I have such a beautiful human in my arms.”
“Beautiful human?” You retort, pulling back from his embrace to look up at him - his eyes golden from the sunlight pouring into the room. A wide smile spreads across his handsome face as he giggles, shyly hiding his face in the pillow, kicking his leg over you and resting it on your hip, pulling you back into him.
“We should get breakfast delivered,” Peter says. “We should stay here all day, right here in this bed.”
“No Spiderman Delivery Service?” You ask, still wrapped in his arms. “He’s the fastest this side of town.”
“No no, Spider-Man is sleeping,” he says as he rolls himself on top of you.
“Ah,” you say, squished underneath the weight of Peter. “Well, I guess I’m just stuck here then.”
“Oh, I’ll stick you with something,” Peter smiles as he lazily ruts his hips against you.
“Peter Parker!”
Peter lets out a laugh, “oh, don’t Peter Parker me - I know you want this.”
“I do,” you smile.
“Yeah, you do,” he nuzzled his face into your chest.
—-
A/N: I don’t know what this is LOL I just felt inspired this morning. It may suck, but who cares because fanfiction is supposed to be fun :)
Anywho -
Happy Saturday! Love you guys <3
- Cait
wtf how was that so short and, yet, so perfectly crafted?? why can’t i ever write short and beautiful things???
a perfect snippet of precious, morning bliss
AND PETER’S SCRATCHY DEEP MORNING VOICE YES PLEASE
Katie Katie Katie - you beautiful incredible thing
I love you & I think you can write whatever your perfect, imaginative heart wants to write <3
Thank you for reading & for the reblog baby!!!!
Golden beams of sunlight peek through the drapes, the warmth of a new dawn dancing across your face - the sounds of the insomnolent city waking you.
Quiet snores cause a smile to spread across your face as you turn to the beautiful man sleeping beside you, his cheeks squished against the pillow underneath his head, his hair wild. Despite the box fan being directly pointed at him, sweat beads kay across his forehead like a crown.
A human space heater, that man.
“Peter,” you breathe, your fingertips caressing his warm cheek before planting a tender kiss on the tip of his perfect nose.
He stirs, inhaling sharply as his eyes blink open - those honey eyes sleepily staring back at you through squinted lids.
He smiles, still blinking away sleep, “Morning, bug.” Peter’s voice is scratchy and deep.
God, you loved his morning voice.
“Good morning,” you say as Peter’s strong arms quickly snake around your waist, pulling you into his warm and sweaty chest.
“C’mere, it’s a Saturday morning - I’m not moving,” the bass of his voice vibrates against your cheek now pressed against his sternum. “I’m not going anywhere, especially because I have such a beautiful human in my arms.”
“Beautiful human?” You retort, pulling back from his embrace to look up at him - his eyes golden from the sunlight pouring into the room. A wide smile spreads across his handsome face as he giggles, shyly hiding his face in the pillow, kicking his leg over you and resting it on your hip, pulling you back into him.
“We should get breakfast delivered,” Peter says. “We should stay here all day, right here in this bed.”
“No Spiderman Delivery Service?” You ask, still wrapped in his arms. “He’s the fastest this side of town.”
“No no, Spider-Man is sleeping,” he says as he rolls himself on top of you.
“Ah,” you say, squished underneath the weight of Peter. “Well, I guess I’m just stuck here then.”
“Oh, I’ll stick you with something,” Peter smiles as he lazily ruts his hips against you.
“Peter Parker!”
Peter lets out a laugh, “oh, don’t Peter Parker me - I know you want this.”
“I do,” you smile.
“Yeah, you do,” he nuzzled his face into your chest.
—-
A/N: I don’t know what this is LOL I just felt inspired this morning. It may suck, but who cares because fanfiction is supposed to be fun :)
Anywho -
Happy Saturday! Love you guys <3
- Cait
CAIT
This was like a warm hug. It was full of fluff and warmth and domesticity and I love everything about it. I want to wrap this fic around me like a weighted blanket
Abby!!
Thank you for reading and for your reblog!! I’m really happy that you liked this lil blurb thing and found it to be like a warm hug. What an incredible compliment <3
Golden beams of sunlight peek through the drapes, the warmth of a new dawn dancing across your face - the sounds of the insomnolent city waking you.
Quiet snores cause a smile to spread across your face as you turn to the beautiful man sleeping beside you, his cheeks squished against the pillow underneath his head, his hair wild. Despite the box fan being directly pointed at him, sweat beads kay across his forehead like a crown.
A human space heater, that man.
“Peter,” you breathe, your fingertips caressing his warm cheek before planting a tender kiss on the tip of his perfect nose.
He stirs, inhaling sharply as his eyes blink open - those honey eyes sleepily staring back at you through squinted lids.
He smiles, still blinking away sleep, “Morning, bug.” Peter’s voice is scratchy and deep.
God, you loved his morning voice.
“Good morning,” you say as Peter’s strong arms quickly snake around your waist, pulling you into his warm and sweaty chest.
“C’mere, it’s a Saturday morning - I’m not moving,” the bass of his voice vibrates against your cheek now pressed against his sternum. “I’m not going anywhere, especially because I have such a beautiful human in my arms.”
“Beautiful human?” You retort, pulling back from his embrace to look up at him - his eyes golden from the sunlight seeping into the room. A wide smile spreads across his handsome face as he giggles, shyly hiding his face in the pillow, kicking his leg over you and resting it on your hip, pulling you back into him.
“We should get breakfast delivered,” Peter says. “We should stay here all day, right here in this bed.”
“No Spiderman Delivery Service?” You ask, still wrapped in his arms. “He’s the fastest this side of town.”
“No no, Spider-Man is sleeping,” he says as he rolls himself on top of you.
“Ah,” you say, squished underneath the weight of Peter. “Well, I guess I’m just stuck here then.”
“Oh, I’ll stick you with something,” Peter smiles as he lazily ruts his hips against you.
“Peter Parker!”
Peter lets out a laugh, “oh, don’t Peter Parker me - I know you want this.”
“I do,” you smile.
“Yeah, you do,” he nuzzled his face into your chest.
—-
A/N: I don’t know what this is LOL I just felt inspired this morning. It may suck, but who cares because fanfiction is supposed to be fun :)
Anywho -
Happy Saturday! Love you guys <3
- Cait
Fluffness 10/10 I adore 🥺
Adore?! I’m honored you sweet thing, you. Thank you for even reading!
Golden beams of sunlight peek through the drapes, the warmth of a new dawn dancing across your face - the sounds of the insomnolent city wake you.
Quiet snores cause a smile to spread across your face as you turn to the beautiful man sleeping beside you, his cheeks squished against the pillow underneath his head, his hair wild. Despite the box fan being directly pointed at him, sweat beads lay across his forehead like a crown.
A human space heater, that man.
“Peter,” you breathe, your fingertips caressing his warm cheek before planting a tender kiss on the tip of his perfect nose.
He stirs, inhaling sharply as his eyes blink open - those honey eyes sleepily staring back at you through squinted lids.
He smiles, still blinking away sleep, “Morning, bug.” Peter’s voice is scratchy and deep.
God, you loved his morning voice.
“Good morning,” you say as Peter’s strong arms quickly snake around your waist, pulling you into his warm and sweaty chest.
“C’mere, it’s a Saturday morning - I’m not moving,” the bass of his voice vibrates against your cheek now pressed against his sternum. “I’m not going anywhere, especially because I have such a beautiful human in my arms.”
“Beautiful human?” You retort, pulling back from his embrace to look up at him - his eyes golden from the sunlight pouring into the room. A wide smile spreads across his handsome face as he giggles, shyly hiding his face in the pillow, kicking his leg over you and resting it on your hip, pulling you back into him.
“We should get breakfast delivered,” Peter says. “We should stay here all day, right here in this bed.”
“No Spiderman Delivery Service?” You ask, still wrapped in his arms. “He’s the fastest this side of town.”
“No no, Spider-Man is sleeping,” he says as he rolls himself on top of you.
“Ah,” you say, squished underneath the weight of Peter. “Well, I guess I’m just stuck here then.”
“Oh, I’ll stick you with something,” Peter smiles as he lazily ruts his hips against you.
“Peter Parker!”
Peter lets out a laugh, “oh, don’t Peter Parker me - I know you want this.”
“I do,” you smile.
“Yeah, you do,” he nuzzled his face into your chest.
—-
A/N: I don’t know what this is LOL I just felt inspired this morning. It may suck, but who cares because fanfiction is supposed to be fun :)
Anywho -
Happy Saturday! Love you guys <3
- Cait
KEY
🗝️ = I Loved The Style Of Writing
✈️ = I Loved The Plot/Idea
⭐️ = Well Portrayed/Written Characters
🔥 = It Stirred Something Deep Inside Me And I Cannot Recommend It More
🤍 = Fluff
♥️ = Angst
💕 = Seasonal
Well Shoot ☺️ If This Isn’t This The Cutest Thing. I’m Majoring In Photography, And Boy, I Sure Wish I Had A Model Like Peter. Well Done, OP 🫱🏼♥️
Hell Yeah; Hold My Face And Kiss Me Please. Please? This Made Me Feel Very Warm Inside. Also, I Really Love Doughnuts. 🍩
Part 31??!! OP Is Dedicated! I Definitely Don’t Have The Time To Read Through The Whole Thing, But It Was Pretty Darn Good On It’s Own. I Hope To Come Back To It Soon. It’s Very Nice. Excellent Writing, Ma’am. I Admire You. 👌🏽
Awwww, Gosh, This Is So Cute And Wholesome. We Love Our Little Toddlers.
Great Dialogue And Plots Come From Characters Who Can Say Anything But What They Want To Say. There’s A Post Floating Around With That Message, And I Like This Example Of It. Anyway, This Is My Exact Level Of Awkward LOL 😂
I Added A Tag That Read Slmething Along The Lines Of “smooooooth” When I Hit Reblog And I’ll Say It Again. Impeccable Timing, Sir!
HOLY SMOKES I’m Not Even A Part Of The Death Note Fandom, But This Idea Is Absolutely Spectacular. This Is Brilliant Work, Here!
If You’re An Author Of One Of These Fics And Would Prefer I Take You/Your Work Off This List/My Blog, Pls Message <3
I am so honored to be mentioned on this list! Thank you sweet angel baby <3
