#Peter Parkerxreader

[chiapetkinnie]

Mine

Warnings- unedited, unprotected sex, creampie, possessiveness and obsession. No use of Y/N, Peter kinda forces himself into reader.

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Peter couldn’t take it anymore. How all these guys in your life treated you, and how you just let them. But he loved how you would run to him and cry in his arms. He loved how vulnerable you got around him.

He hated how much he loved you. The way you would get all flustered when someone would compliment you in the slightest bit. Or when his hands would brush against yours. He knew everything about you. He always watched you. No matter what you were doing. He made sure you were okay. How you would call him in the middle of the night to rant about something, and how you would sneak into his house to cuddle because you couldn’t fall asleep.

Peter loved everything about you. He had a whole shrine , a collection of you. Photos he took from his camera. You were beautiful. So beautiful you caught the attention of many guys. And he hated that. He wanted you all to himself. But it seemed that day would never come . His so called best friend got to you first. Peter tried to confess to you countless times, but he always chickened out. So Harry took it as an opportunity to steal you from him. Harry was handsome, rich, funny, no doubt you would say yes to when he asked you out. It also helped that you have been friends since forever.

He hated your relationship with Harry, at first it was sweet, he loved hearing you rant about little things in your relationship and how happy you were. But things started to take a turn. Harry started being an ass, you would run to Peter and cry to him about all the things Harry did, all the things he would say and do that mad you angry. Peter loved it , he loved how your relationship was terrible and he would add in how terrible Harry was and how you should break up with him. But you never would, you cared too much, you always do.

But this, this was Peter’s last straw. Harry was cheating on you with some hot blonde from Italy.

Of course Peter knew, but he didn’t wanna tell you himself, he wanted you to find out and come crawling to him.

“Peter”, you cried out knocking on his window.

Peter quickly let you in and you clung to his chest and cried. “Hey , hey what’s wrong?” He asked hoping his prayers have been answered. “Harry and I broke up.” Peter wipes your tears , “Why you guys were so Happy” He silently smiled. “Apparently not happy enough for him, he cheated on me” You smiled through the tears. “I walked into his room for our Friday night movie dates like we do every week, I brought snacks and everything, and there he was and some blonde chick on top of him,” You wipe your tears look up at Peter. “Did you know about this,” You ask him. Peter shakes his head, “Of course not, I had no idea about any of this, you guys seemed so happy.” He lifts up your chin. “I’ll tell you what, we can have your movie date here okay, just me and you.” Peter smiles.

You and Peter lay on the bed in each other’s arms watching a movie. Peters sits up and calls out your name. You turn towards him. “I just, there’s something I’ve needed to say to you for a while.” You tilt your head curiously , “Okay well, spit it out ”. Peter takes a deep breath, he was finally gonna do it, “ We’ve been friends for like ever, and I need to say that , Well I love you” You smile at him, “ I love you too Peter.” Peter shakes his head, “ No not like that, you don’t love me the way I love you,” he gets closer to you. “Oh” you whisper as he grips your thigh pulling you closer to him, if any closer your lips would touch. “ I just couldn’t stand all these years of all these guys not treating you right, you know I was gonna confess to you but Harry stole you from me. I’m sick and tired of not being able to have you , not being able to love you.” You blink in shock, he leans in to kiss you but you back away.

“ Peter, I just broke up with my boyfriend, who is your best friend, and you try to make a move on me.” You spoke in disbelief. “ I know but-“ Peter tried to say, “ No Peter, I can’t do this with you, not to Harry, not today.” You shook your head. Peter furrowed his brows, “ But he cheated on you, please, I just wanna make you feel good.” He pulls you back towards him and flips himself on top. He leans down and presses soft kisses to your neck. “ Just let me show you how good I can make you feel, how much I love you” He whispers in your ear. “Peter,” you whisper. He locks his lips onto yours. He caresses your face and deepens the kiss, “Please” he pleads. You look up at him and eventually nod your head yes.

Peter smiles and places his lips onto yours, his hands gently moving around your body. He makes his way down to the waist band of your shorts and slips his hand underneath and starts circling your clit. You gasp at his touch. Peter moved his hand down to your entrance and started pumping his fingers in. You let out a soft moan as Peter starts kissing and biting your neck. “ So pretty ,” He says , picking up some speed in his fingers. You try to hold on your moans. Peter pulls his fingers away and grabs your face. “ Don’t hold back your moans baby, I wanna hear you” you nod your head as a response.

You look up at him as he takes unbuckles his pants and takes out his length. Your mouth agape and he smirks. He brushes his thumb over your lips as he pushes himself into your core. Moans escaping both of your mouths from the feeling. He looks you in the eye waiting for your approval to move and you smile. He begins to thrust in and out. Heavy breaths and grunts escape from his mouth. You don’t hold back your moans of pleasure as he lifts up your waist fucking you deeper. You moan out searching for something to grab on. “ Fuck Baby, you feel so good, My sweet girl” he praises. He drops his hands from your waist. “ Turn around” he says . And you do so. His hands roam your body and he slaps your ass. He places a hand on your ass and rubs his dick on your entrance. “ My pretty girl” he says as he slips back inside.

The sound your skin slapping together fills the room.

You grip the bed sheets as he pushes your head down into the pillow. Moans escaping from your lips and praises from his. “My gorgeous girl, your doing so good for me, taking me so well”. Tears form in your eyes from how hard he’s thrusting, “ Harry never fucked you like this, he never loved you like this.” Peter yanked your head back and gripped your chin. “ Harry never made you feel good like this huh.” You shake your head and try to get the words out but you can’t .

Peter's hand makes it’s way back to your clit as he pounds into you. You smile in pleasure and moan as he circles around one more time, releasing your orgasm.

Peter smiled. He had finally won. He was the one. Making you cum, he was the one with his dick deep inside you making you moan like crazy. He was the one watching the way your ass bounced against his dick. He leaned his head back as he came inside and pulled out. Watching his seed drip out.

And he was the one who got to fill you up. He had won.

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[underoosweb]

Could you do a Peter Parker x reader where, since Peter had to quit robotics and marching band for spider man, and reader gets kinda sad. It can be an established relationship or pining friends, whichever one you choose. But reader gets kinda sad because that was “their” activities and for Peter to quit so out of no where and not explain to them. Like a little argument that ends up being a way to bring them even more together. I love your writing style :)))

2 weeks ago, Peter walked into robotics late.

"Where were you?"

"I got busy. Give me a second."

"Pet-" You sighed and continued to work on your project.

"I'll see you later, Y/N"

"Wait, what? Where are you going?"

"I gotta go, I'll see you at 5 at my place." He placed a quick kiss on your cheek.

"Peter?!" He was already out the door.

"Mr. Gutierrez?"

"Yes, Y/N?"

"Peter?"

"Oh, he quit."

"What?"

"He said he couldn't come anymore and he felt sorry and he quit."

1 week ago

He was late again but this time to the marching band, he didn't even bother to look over at you. He ran in and out.

"Mr.-"

"Peter quit."

You glared at the brunette sitting across from you for the first time in weeks. You felt as if he was ignoring you. You felt like he became closer to MJ. You looked between Ned, MJ and Peter.

"Peter?" Peter ignored you.

"Peter?" You said a little louder. They laughed at something Ned said. You felt tears fill your eyes. You looked away and left the table.

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"Y/N?" You didn't look at him.

"Mom let you in?"

"Yeah, why'd you leave?" You scoffed

"Are you seriously asking me why I left?"

"Yeah?" Peter's brows furrowed

"Peter, you've been ignoring me for the past two weeks."

"No, I haven't."

"You didn't acknowledge me at lunch."

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you."

"Peter, it's not just you not acknowledging me during lunch. You quit robotics and marching band out of nowhere. That, that was our time together, it was our thing to do as a couple and you just got up and left without telling me anything. And then, all of a sudden you and MJ are best friends. You and Ned have star wars, legos and have practically every single class together. I feel left out, Peter. I feel like you just didn't want to hang out with me anymore. You disappear during the day and in the middle of our dates. What's going on? I feel like everyone knows but me." You felt the tears slip from your eyes.

"Y/N... I... I didn't realize. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to ignore your feelings or even ignore you. I just had a lot going on with the Stark internship-"

"Stark internship?" Peter hesitated to continue, he should tell you the truth, but he felt that if you knew what was really going on people would come after you. He couldn't let that happen, he couldn't lose you. He sighed.

"Well, yeah. It's kind of an internship."

"What do you mean? It's either an internship or not."

"Okay, just don't freak out."

"Peter?"

"Close your eyes." You looked at him questioningly

"Please." You closed your eyes. Your eyes shot open when you heard a zipper come undone

"What are you doing?!"

"Shhhh, trust me."

"Peter, why are you taking off your clothes?!" You whispered and quickly turned around.

"Okay, you can turn around."

"You're not naked are you?" Peter laughed

"No." You hesitantly turned back around, you looked at him confused

"Nice spider man cosplay?"

"What?"

"Spider man cosplay."

"It's not a costume."

"Peter," You rolled your eyes

"Okay." You felt your hand stick to your desk.

"What the?" You looked down at your hand

"DID YOU JUST WEB ME?"

"Do you believe me now?"

"Peter," You squealed trying to pull your hand free.

"It'll dissolve in a couple hours."

"Peter Parker." He laughed

"I got you." He made his way towards you and grabbed into the web.

"So, Spider-man huh?"

"Yeah?"

"How'd that happen? Spider bite?" You laughed

"Yeah, actually."

"Wait, seriously?" Peter nodded and placed a kiss on your forehead. You blushed.

How'd Ned and MJ find out?"

"Ned caught me crawling on the ceiling and MJ well is MJ, if that makes sense."

"Thank you."

"What for?"

"For trusting me with this."

"Of course, I love you."

"I love you too."

#peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parkerxreader #tom holland

[multifariousqueer]

Multifariousqueer’s ✨masterlist✨

Omg y’all I can’t believe it’s finally here!!! It’s not finished bc I’m thinking abt writing for Lo’ak from Avatar but still!

explicit=🦋

fluff= ☁️

angst= 💙

Nathan Drake

YandereNathanDrakexfem!reader 💙

Summary: Yandere Nathan Drake headcannons

Cherry

Sober!CherryxReader: Nightmares ☁️

Summary: the reader comforts Cherry after a nightmare.

Arvin Russell

Arvin Russell x Small!reader ☁️💙

Summary: The reader is small and they want to have a business but they need help from a certain guy. READER IS BLACKCODED!!!!

Shuri

feels so good(Shurix Black!fem!reader) 🦋

Summary: Shuri and the reader have some fun ;)

Passings and Precautions(ShurixBlack!fem!reader) 💙

Summary: Grief takes a toll on all of us. Even the reader.

All that remains(ShurixBlack!fem!reader) 🦋

Summary: You feel ignored by Shuri so you decide to get some revenge.

Request: Jealous!ShurixBlack!Fem!reader 🦋

Summary: Shuri being jealous over a problem SHE created.

Shuri headcannons(Black!fem!reader) ☁️

Summary: Headcannons abt our fav 🤭

Peter Parker

I’ll do anything Professor(Professor!Peter Parker xcollege student!reader) 🦋

Summary: you need to get your grade up and there’s only one way how ;)

Yandere Peter Parkerxreader 💙

Summary: Peter doesn’t wanna share you with… other Peters?

Romeo and Juliet(Peter Parkerxfem!reader) Unfinished 💙

Summary: Inspired by the classic tale, this puts you and Peter at a crossroad.

Peter Parker x Pilot!reader 💙

Summary: The readers a pilot and Peter is scared shitless

Breaking up with Yandere!Peter Parker 💙

Summary: you’re breaking up with Peter but he isn’t having it

Finding Peter’s abs 🦋

Summary: You discover Peter has something up his sleeve(or should I say...shirt)

Thigh r!ding with Peter 🦋

Summary: You and Peter go for a ride

Pheromones: Peter Parker x Reader 🦋

Summary: Peter can’t get enough of your scent mixed with his.

Peter Parker Date night Alphabet☁️

Summary: Basically head cannons about your dates but in ✨alphabetical order✨

Lo’ak

Coming soon!

Miles morales smuts and imagines

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[rancidpancakebatter]

I know it's January bc the peter parkerxreader tag is full of angst rn

#peter parker x reader #January SUCKS

[laufeysonsbarnes]

Two Birds On A Wire

Summary: You’re Peter Parker’s best friend, Y/N L/N. You’re also known as the Ghost Spider, the female version of Peter. Being the older of the two, you taught Peter a lot and he was always more ready to fight and become an Avenger than you. You knew the danger that came with it all and spent most of your time making sure Peter was safe while he lived his dream. Now you have risked it all to save him and he is asking you to come home... but you’re tired. 

Warnings: Angst, subtle mention of death, mention of murder.

A/N: This is a piece from a fanfic book with a Loki/Bucky/Peter {haven’t really decided which} love interest I dream of writing one day. Let me know what you all think. ♥  For this one specifically I envision a female main character so there are more female pronouns in it. If you all like it and want a gender neutral one let me know, I’d be happy to post it. Also, not my gif above.

Song Inspiration: Two Birds by Regina Spektor

Y/N = Your Name. L/N = Last Name.

As I held the infinity gauntlet in my hand, I felt the power surge through my veins. It hurt, fiery searing pain surging through me as I stared into the mad titan’s eyes. Nothing but spite and anger were in my eyes towards the titan. I could hear Loki’s last words in my head. “You’ll never be a God.” Thor had told me his brother's last words and I chose to stick by it. 

“You’ll never be a God.” I growled at Thanos, my voice rough and ragged from the battle. As the last word slipped my lips, I snapped. A force of power, coming from all of the stones in the gauntlet Tony had made, rushed over the battlefield and coursed through all of Thanos’ warriors and Thanos himself. 

The last thing I heard before the snap was a mix of Tony yelling “Kid!” and Peter’s voice “Y/N no!” Peter’s broke me the most. I was close with Tony, I mean hell, he was calling me kid. He doesn’t just call anyone kid. He had taken care of me since I was eight and ended up in Shield after my parents murders. I met Peter before Shield though, we had always gone to the same school and our parents used to be friends, along with Aunt May. Simpler times, I guess. 

Squeezing my eyes, I heard Peter’s voice in a broken state. “Y/N... Y/N, please.. Please wake up... Don’t leave me here.. Not like this.” In between his words were soft, broken sobs and if my heart wasn’t already breaking, it was now. 

I screamed at myself to open my eyes and with all of the strength left in me, I did. I opened my eyes to meet his, a broken, tired smile ghosted my lips as I looked at my best friend. “Peter...” I whispered out, my voice cracking. 

“Come on, Y/N.. We’ve got to get you up. We’ve got to get you home! You’ll be okay. Come on!” Peter pleaded with me.

I knew there was no way I was going home. How could I tell him that though? Looking at the wounds that wrapped around my whole arm, stretching up my neck, and across my face, I sighed ever so softly. I held the hand he had placed on top of my good one before looking up into his hershey chocolate brown eyes. “I’m tired...” I said quietly, tears now brimming my eyes. “The sky is overcast and I’m sorry...” Saying this, I shake my head as I look back down at my war-torn body. 

“Peter...” Tony said softly behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder in a comforting way to which Peter responded angrily and shook it off, shaking his head. 

“No!” Peter cried out.

A/N: Aaaand that’s it for now. Okay, so I have many different ways it can go for different love interests. I don’t know which way I would/will? go yet. Is Y/N dead yet? 🤔 Is Y/N ever really dead? 🤔

Request something here!

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[queeen-goldfish]

I BE WITH THE QUICKNESS AHHHHH IM SCREAMING!!!!!

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[piscesparker]

Cuddles: The best medicine P.P

a/n: Small blurb 🥰

It was Friday night, Peter was done with his patrolling and was now swinging around your neighborhood to you. Ever since the two of you started dating Peter made a rule that weekends were reserved for you, and you didn't dare argue you loved the thought of having him for almost two whole days.

Peter knew he was a bit late at night and you must have already gone to sleep but he couldn't wait to be with you; to have you in his arms. Sliding the window up he carefully entered your room, trying not to trip over anything and then seeing the most adorable sight in front of him. He loved seeing you sleep, looking so peaceful as cute little snores left you mouth or when you grabbed his shirt in your fist while cuddling; a little chuckle leaving his mouth remembering all the times you cuddled.

All those memories made Peter even more desperate  to hold you, getting rid of his suit he got in his sweatpants and a plain old tee. He climbed onto the bed and under the covers scooting closer to you, snaking his arm around you and placing a kiss on your neck which was enough to make you stir in your sleep and flutter your eyes open; Peter nuzzling his nose in you neck breathing in your intoxicating scent.

"Peter?" You rasped.

"Hey, I missed you." He confessed.

"Missed you too." You said and turned over to face him, caressing his cheek and freckles that were illuminated by the moonlight coming from the window, putting you in a trance. While you were taking his features in, Peter took this opportunity and pulled you closer by your waist and into a long awaited kiss, leaving you in a laughing mess later. You placed your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeats, "Tell me about your day Pete."

Peter began telling you about his rather uneventful day and after ten minutes of his rambling he looked down at you with doe eyes as you laid peacefully on his chest giving his butterflies and drifting off himself after admiring you.

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[buckybarneslovesteve]

OHow series/movies changed your life#14:

When you search for a fanfiction and you find a well written one with such a good idea and you're just:

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[caffeinated--writer]

Group Assignment

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!Reader

Warnings: Idk cursing

Prompt: “Wanna get away from here?”

Note: Written for @starksparker ​ summer writing challenge. Thank you so much for letting me submit this late and a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU ❤️ (I’m sorry for bothering you on your special day asking for more time, I had no idea🙈)  

Kind of a continuation to my last one-shot A Knock Away to be added to my one-shot series on Ao3     

Peter was a good student. In the months since you had transferred to school and gotten close to your next-door neighbor, it was one of the first things you noticed -aside from his boyish good looks-. He was always the first to raise his hand to answer a question (if you didn’t beat him to it) while most students ducked down behind their stacks of books to avoid it, always helped any students if asked, and with grades usually ranging between high A’s and B’s it was no surprise he was almost constantly found on the honor roll list.

But with all that being said, you also noticed that for a good student…Peter often found himself in detention. A lot. Whether it be for consistently coming into classes late or just not coming to class period. Sometimes for days on end. And as good as his grades were when he did turn in his homework there was also a good amount of times he didn’t turn in any homework or it was turned in late.

Like the school project you two had been assigned and grouped up to do this past week.

–

You had never been a big fan of group assignments on a count of the fact that no matter how well you did on your part of the assignment there was always the possibility that you could fail due to your other group mates mediocrity and lack of care in their work. This has, on more than one occasion, led to you doing group assignments by yourself in order to salvage your grade.

So, you weren’t exactly jumping for joy when the Chemistry teacher announced he would be assigning groups for the assignment.  Going down his roster of names you could already feel the exhaustion, from the possible hours of missed sleep you were going to have to commit in order to pick up the slack of your unnamed groupmate, creeping into your bones.

“Final group: Peter Parker and Y/N.”

At the sound of your name, you picked up your head that had unceremoniously clunked down on the lab table in your despair. Owlishly you blinked at your teacher, processing the information, before turning to the left to stare at your partner. Eye’s meeting when Peter turned to look at you at the exact moment, a shy smile forming on his face as he waved. You grinned back.

–

“How could you steal my favorite partner away from me!” Ned whined, his head down and cheeks pressed firmly against the cafeteria table to make a show out of his distress.

Glancing up from the book MJ lent you, you stared at his display with uninterested eyes. “Why are you complaining to me about something I, nor Peter, had a say in? You were literally in class when the teacher said he was assigning groups.” You replied, rolling your eyes before taking another bite out of your homemade sandwich. You still didn’t like the school’s food.

A smiling Peter approached the table with slow unsure steps as he noticed Ned’s slumped form and slightly flailing arms. Slowly sitting down next to Ned brown eyes turned to you and MJ in question.

“He’s whining about the groups you were assigned to in chemistry,” MJ mumbled, eyes never looking up from her book as she pointed a finger in your direction “and he’s sad she gets to have all your attention now.”

A light blush dusted over Peter’s cheeks as he stared at his friend in confusion. Sputtering in disbelief at the accusation, Ned’s head popped up to glare in MJ’s direction only to be met with a smirk and the bird flipped at him.

“That’s not it! It’s just not fair that the two best students in the class get paired up to work on a project together!”

“Like a power couple,” MJ mumbled. A loud cough rang out at the table as Peter chocked on the chocolate milk he was drinking, previous blush now back on his face and brighter than ever. Lightly elbowing MJ for her teasing and causing Peter’s chocolate milk coughing fit, you slid a couple of napkins his way.

“The point is that they’ll barely even have to stress over the work while I get stuck working with stupid Flash!” Ned whined, head falling back on to the table to resume his slumped over form. Rolling your eyes at Ned’s continued dramatics you decided to ignore for the rest of lunch. All you ever got paired with was slackers and you had never gotten this theatrical about the woes of it. Or at least not in public; behind closed doors where MJ silently listened to you bitch was a completely different story.

“So…” you started, taking Peter’s attention away from simultaneously glaring at Ned and MJ “did you want to hang out after school? Work on the project?”

“Y-yeah, definitely!” Peter grinned, shaky hand running through his curls “want to go to Queens Center? Sit in the food court or um the Starbucks and talk about it?”  

“Sure, see you after school. I’ll wait by the front gates.”

Conveniently the bell rang out, signifying the end of the lunch period. Gathering your stuff and throwing a balled-up napkin at Ned’s head in the process, you headed for the door.

–

You found, as per usual, that you didn’t have to wait long for Peter. It wasn’t uncommon for you two to walk home together after school since realizing you both were next-door neighbors but it still surprised you how he managed to meet you after school so quickly considering his last class for the day was usually on the other side of the building.  Did he sprint? If he did, he never even looked like he broke a sweat.

Walking to the bus station you two began to fill each other in on the day’s events. considering most of the classes you had you shared together it was mostly spent rehashing incidents from class. It wasn’t long before you both found yourself struggling to catch your breath in the laughter that erupted between the two of you.

“Flash’s face…when his sleeve caught on fire…was priceless!” You wheezed, clinging to Peter’s arm to stay upright.

Peter shook with barely contained laughter, “I thought…his face when Ned poured the bucket of water on him was better!”

“He’s going to make Ned’s life a living hell on that project!” Ned’s theatrics at lunch didn’t seem nearly so dramatic now that you thought about it.

You were only a block away from the train when suddenly the ground shook taking you off steady footing and into Peter’s arms for balance, clinging to the sleeves of his sweater. The sound of maniacal laughter rang out and carried through the air as you both watched what looked like smoke rising in a distance.

“What the hell was that…?” You whispered, eyes squinting in a poor attempt to see what was going on.

Peter was already running before you had a proper chance to say anything.

“Peter! Where are you going!?” You shouted “The project!

Halting his sprint, he turned to look back at you, eyes looking around erratically. “Um…I-I just remembered that Aunt May needs me for something really important! I’ll stop by your apartment tonight to work on it!”

Speechlessly you watched him leave, confused by the sudden change in attitude. Shoulders slumping in slight defeat, already missing the presence of your friend, you continued your walk to the train station perking up only slightly at the thought of seeing him later that night.

Unfortunately, he never made it. The only warning in the form of a text at 10PM;

“I’m sorry, won’t make it tonight.”

–

Moments like that went on for the next couple of days, Peter making plans to work on or discuss the project only to bail last minute, his excuses getting vaguer every time he opened his mouth. You gave him the benefit of the doubt the first couple of times because Peter was your friend and even more so because he was good; He was never the type to take advantage of another person not even for the smallest of favors. Hell, every time you let him borrow your notes, he thanked you with goods from Delmar’s Deli-Grocery.

But when there were only three days left before the project was due and still no sign of Peter you began to realize maybe your judge of character wasn’t that great. With a sigh you turned to the TV, barely taking in any of the information on the green goblin spider-man coverage. It had been going on for days and quite frankly you were tired of hearing about it. Grabbing the remote you turned off the news and tossed it on the couch with a huff, preparing yourself for one of the three all-nighters you were going to need to pull to finish the assignment on time.

-

“Can you please wait?” Peter shouted, running to catch up to your fast-paced stomping. “I want to apologize!”

Tired eyes turned to glare at Peter with fierceness. 2hours. 2 HOURS is how much sleep you got in order to finish the project on time, and by yourself no less! Peter was the last person you wanted to talk to this early in the morning.

“Don’t bother!” You yelled “If you’re worried about whether we have an assignment to turn in, don’t be, I got it done so your grade is intact. But leave me the fuck alone!”

Slamming your locker closed you stomped into your third period (chemistry) paying no mind to the other students watching you, too exhausted and filled with anger to be bothered with what your peers thought of your outburst. The sooner you turned in this project the sooner you could be done with it.

With a huff you sat in your assigned seat which, though two tables behind Peter, you suddenly decided was far too close to him. You could practically feel his eyes burning a hole into you.  

“Alright,” Mr. Cobbwell started “before we start class everyone please turn in your group assignment

Assignment in hand you sluggishly made your way to the front of the classroom, not even bothering to acknowledge Peter as he stood with you.

“Good job guys, I can’t wait to see what you guys did.” Mr. Cobbwell praised

“Mr. Cobbwell, I didn’t help…”

Your weary eyes shot up in surprise, jaw falling slack as you watched Peter’s miserable form. What was he doing?

“I didn’t help with the project. She did it all by herself…” Peter turned to face you “I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m so sorry I made you do it by yourself, it was never my intention to make you feel…used.”

You didn’t know what it was, the sad look in Peter’s face, the heartfelt apology, or the exhaustion leaving you to raw and aware of all your emotions, but you found yourself tearing up a bit.

You had it right the first time…Peter was good. He was a good one.

While in the past you had no problem rating out a group mate who tried to slag by on your hard work, you had no actual intention of doing that to Peter. Maybe it was because there was a soft spot still in you for your friend or maybe it was because deep down you really wanted to believe something truly had come up to make it impossible to help. Whatever it was you had every intention of letting Peter get the grade. He…he didn’t need to do it…

Sighing Mr. Cobbwell stood from his desk and motioned to the door. “Let’s have a conversation in the hall, Mr. Parker.”

–

It was around 4:30PM when you finally got out of your after-school practice session. You were lucky, practice usually didn’t end until 6 or 7PM but the minute your coach saw your exhausted face, falsely assumed it was because of sickness and sent you on your merry way only an hour in.

You were so beat you didn’t even bother to correct her.

In the empty hallway you sluggishly you trudged to your locker to grab your backpack, thankful for the lack of student chatter roaming the halls. The lack of sleep had turned into a throbbing headache you could feel behind your eyes and you were already dreading all the rush hour train chatter you were going to have to hear on your way home.

The sound of a Captain America PSA halted your steps. Looking around in confusion you followed the sound to an open classroom you had passed. It was a bit late in the school day to be listening to a Captain America lecture, right?

Taking a couple of steps back you peaked your head into the classroom you passed and had to hold in a laugh at the sight: a passed out Coach Wilson snoring to his heart’s content while slumped over Peter watched the PSA in boredom head-nodding lightly every time Captain America reminded him detention was a time “contemplate the wrong they’ve done” and to remember that “doing something bad…does not make you bad.”

Yeah…Peter didn’t deserve to be left alone to listen to that.

“Psst! Peter…” You called in a loud whisper. Thankfully he heard you the first time around and immediately turned to you at the sound of your voice. Good, you didn’t want to stand there whisper-shouting like an idiot any more than you needed to.

A fit of laughter almost passed through your lips at the comical wide-eyed look Peter sent your way. The snort was that came out was a little bit harder to keep in when he went so far as to point a finger at himself, as if to ask for clarification that he was the one you were calling despite being the only student in the room. He was adorable. You nodded your head before motioning him to come to you with a couple of flails of your arms.

Nervously Peter ran his hands through his hair “Hey…I didn’t expect to- “

“You wanna get away from here?” You cut in, carefree grin making its way to your face despite your fatigue. Owlishly Peter blinked at you, your word being processed -you assumed- before he cautiously turned to look at a still slumbering Coach Wilson.

“Come on he won’t even notice,” You urged “plus you only have 20min left in detention anyway.”

Crossing his arms Peter looked up at the ceiling in thought before cocking his head in the direction of the TV where the Captain America PSA continued to play. “I think Captain America would frown on that.”

Smirking you placed a defiant hand on your hip, “You gonna listen to a former war criminal or me, the girl who’s willing to buy you your favorite sandwich from Delmar’s store on the way home?”

Beaming Peter rushed to go grab his bag, careful not to disturb Coach Wilson’s sleep by running into a desk, before following your skipping form out of the classroom. Once by your side you linked arms with Peter, suddenly a bit more cheerful than drained, and grinned.

“So…what should we do this weekend?!”

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Luck (Peter Parker x Reader)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Out of all the things you could have guessed might happen at Flash’s party, this wasn’t one of them.

Word Count: 3749

A/N: hey uhhhhhhh did I mention that I’m a fucking sucker for Peter and Flash becoming weird vaguely confusing bros by the time senior year rolls around bc i am. anyway have fun with this Almost Spicy fic cause ya bitch was in the mood to write character interactions and General Nonsense

You had told Peter that something was going to happen at the party. No matter what you did, you couldn’t talk yourself out of the feeling that something– though you didn’t know what– would occur. Things never really go the way you’d expect when you’re with Peter, after all. Surprises follow him wherever he goes, as you’ve learned these past few years, and to attempt to expect any one outcome is silly.

To be honest, you’ve never really truly gotten used to that.

It’s just beginning to become dark and chilly outside when Peter’s old beater pulls up to the curb outside Flash Thompson’s house. Colored lights flash through the windows and the sound of music blares out the open front door. When you climb out of the passenger seat, Flash’s voice calls through the speakers, riling up the party crowd.

“This is giving me a bad feeling,” you sigh, somewhat nervously, as you adjust your skirt and tug the front of your blouse down a bit.

Figures you’ve worn the one that inches up over your chest weird. Damn it. You should just go home.

The door to the back seat slams shut, the hinges squeaking in protest. “Come on, Ned, you’re gonna take the door off,” Peter scolds lightly, making his way around to stand next to you, “This thing’s older than you.”

“Sorry, car,” Ned says quickly, before throwing his arm around your shoulders, “Anyway, you say that every time. I think it’ll be fun.”

“I guess,” you submit, and deliver a pat to his back, “I know Flash has really toned the attitude down since sophomore year, but I’ll never get used to showing up to these things.”

Ned drops his arm and starts heading up the walkway. Again, Flash’s voice rings out with a Make some noise, Midtown Tech!, followed by a blaring air horn. You stifle a laugh. The sound effect has always been hilarious and always will be. Of all his DJ-ing habits, it’s the only one you’ve never completely hated. It eases some of your tension.

Objectively, you know it’ll be fine. You, Peter, and Ned have gone to these before and enjoyed yourselves. It’s really just a matter of finding a nice spot with low traffic and a good line of sight for the spectacle. Maybe a bowl of chex mix. You’re simple folks.

But even so, you’ve got the feeling that something is going to happen tonight. You can’t tell if it’ll be good or bad. The anticipation is uncomfortable. You adjust you shirt again.

God damn it.

You catch Peter’s line of sight following your hands as you attempt to casually yank your shirt back into place by the hem that’s supposed to be just below your chest. It’s a bit awkward. You catch his eye, and he blushes, looking apologetic. You don’t blame him, because you know you look silly. Calling him out on it seems equally silly because of it.

He shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders without mentioning the exchange.

“Let’s go before we lose Ned,” he suggests, and leads you down the pathway to the porch.

Your friend has already made it inside. There is a group of people gathered in the entryway, looking up the stairway. You can see a dude from the soccer team crammed inside a plastic bin on the top step.

“They’re gonna push him down, I think,” Ned supplies, somewhat needlessly, when Peter taps his shoulder to let him know you’ve caught up.

“Boy, I hope,” you respond, “I don’t need to be a witness, though.”

“Onward then,” says Peter, amusedly.

As you move on into the large living room, a series of bangs and hollering comes from behind.

“Nice,” Ned says, appreciatively, as he continues to watch while walking away.

Flash has set up his equipment across the room on a raised platform in front of the fireplace. Like every other time you see it, you wonder what the actual purpose of that landing is, besides being a stage for Flash’s moderately sick beats to be thrown six times a year. He’s bent over a set of turntables, one hand holding his headphones in place as he rocks in place. After a moment, he looks up to address the crowd.

He sees that your group has arrived, and it’s not hard to guess what’s coming.

“Hey, Penis Parker!” He shouts, slamming the air horn button a few times, and adding a booing sound effect for good measure.

Peter smiles and waves good-naturedly. The old jokes don’t quite have the effect that they used to, nor are they intended to. Flash waves back and looks down to his table again. He announces that the next tune is for the new arrivals, and transitions into an obnoxious, yet highly amusing and catchy song that had been frequented by the academic team as of late.

So far, so good.

With no small amount of luck, you discover a loveseat and an armchair that are free from partygoers and are quick to snatch them up for yourselves. Ned throws himself into the chair and you take it upon yourself to sprawl across the sofa. Peter ducks into the crowd and toward the direction of the kitchen in order to secure snacks to hold the group over.

The likelihood that you’ll leave this spot is minimal, aside from maybe a dance or two once goaded into it by a jeering crowd, spurned on by the host. The three of you enjoy parties best when approaching them more casually.

Peter reappears several minutes later with two bowls of salty snacks and three drinks balanced in his arms. Unexpectedly, he also brings with him another person. MJ follows closely behind, allowing him to do the work of pushing through the dancers, and greets you and Ned.

“I found her searching the kitchen cabinets,” Peter explains, arranging the snacks on the coffee table and taking his designated spot to your left.

“That’s not weird at all,” Ned responds, taking a drink from his red plastic cup.

Michelle shifts the contents of the table so that she can sit on it. “I’ll keep these oreos to myself then, Ned.”

“I think you’re perfectly valid,” you grin, and are awarded with a cookie, “Everyone knows that the good shit doesn’t get offered until the after party.”

It’s still innately bizarre that you’ve even attended these after parties, even a year after you’ve entered this perpetually weird snarky-friendship circle with Flash, but that’s beside the point.

“If anyone asks, we didn’t take them,” she asserts.

Peter laughs and takes a handful of chex mix from the nearest bowl. “You can’t coerce me into dishonesty,” he says.

As he speaks, he selects a rye chip from his bounty and holds it in front of your face. You eat it immediately, without question. He loves the rye chips, but knows that they’re your favorite.

“Yeah she can,” echoes all three of you, and Peter shoots you a playful look of betrayal.

With the addition of MJ, it’s decently easy to drift through conversations despite being in the center of a rowdy and distracting house. Drifters join the conversation for short periods of time before being dragged back to the main excitement. Even Flash, taking a break from his DJ-ing, stops by.

“Those are for the after party,” he says, sounding entirely unsurprised as he points to the pack of oreos in Michelle’s lap.

She squints back at him. “What is?”

“Alright, cool, I hate you all,” he responds, sounding way too chill for such a statement.

He claps his palm against Peter’s in a friendly gesture before walking off.

“See you there!” Ned calls to his back.

Flash has already disappeared into the crowd, but his middle finger appears above everyone’s heads.

“Still weird,” you feel compelled to point out.

“Yep,” Peter agrees, throwing his arm back around your shoulders, “Still weird. Do you think he’d be like this if he didn’t know I was Spider-Man?”

“Absolutely fucking not. Not at all,” Michelle says without a second of thought.

She’s probably right.

Of course, Ned hadn’t been bluffing about going to the after party. Technically it’s an attend-with-invitation type of thing, but it’s a bit of an uncommunicated agreement that your group is invited nowadays. The bulk of the party filters out as it gets late, leaving much of the academic team and a smattering of other friends of Flash.

You figure that you know what to expect. A continuation of what your group does during the actual party, except now all the attendees are gathered in a loose circle to participate in the conversation. Maybe a card-based party game; normally an inappropriate one. The usual.

Of course, it was only a matter of time before the usual was disrupted.

When Peter is around, that’s bound to happen. He’s a beacon of off-luck. Not bad per se, but not what you’re planning for. After no more than thirty minutes of the comfortable environment you’re so used to, Flash offers to break out a game.

“Not again,” groans a girl whose name you haven’t learned despite having seen her at around three of these events, “We do that every time.”

“What else would we do?” Flash demands around a mouthful of chips, looking a bit offended, since he loves the usual game.

“We’re practically graduating,” says another girl, who is looking around the room like some kind of predatory bird.

Her gaze lands on Peter. You realize very suddenly how much you don’t like that. Without thinking, you shift closer to him. He doesn’t notice, but her eyes sharpen. It’s with a supremely uncomfortable feeling in your stomach that you realize that you’re acting possessive. It’s not like you’re dating, really.

“When are we gonna play something more mature?” She questions, moving her sight away. “Seven minutes.”

MJ scoffs. “I’m pretty sure that anyone who thinks seven minutes in heaven is mature is inherently immature.”

“Yeah, alright, fine. Who’s in?” Flash says, as casually as if she’d suggested a game of Monopoly.

Aside from you and your group, everyone else seems to be willing. And here, you were starting to think that there was the slightest amount of normalcy in your inclusion here. You wonder what in god’s name they’re thinking. Who the hell wants to be shoved into a closet and forced to feel up a friend?

“I’m out,” MJ declares, looking unapologetic, “Wouldn’t exactly say I’m suited to this game.”

Flash shoots her a finger gun. “Support your local ace,” he says, which you assume is supposed to be nice, “You’re in charge of the timer.”

“Whatever,” she responds, and exits the circle to sit off to the side, taking a bowl of chips with her.

You shift in your seat, about to join her, when an empty bottle is tossed into your lap. “You start,” says the girl who’d suggested the game.

She’s expecting you to chicken out, you realize. It’s beyond childish, but the idea of it makes you angry. It makes you want to play, just to spite her. You wonder at what point she decided to pursue your best friend, and at what point someone pursuing your best friend became an issue for you.

Who are you kidding?

You glance at Ned, who looks awkward, but it doesn’t seem like he’s leaving unless you and Peter do. And Peter– well, his expression is unreadable. There’s a flash of something in his eyes when you meet them, but you don’t want to consider it. Too much is going on in your head already.

With maybe a little too much force, you slap the bottle down on the table and spin it. It turns for an eternity, approximately, before it begins to slow. You couldn’t physically feel any more uncomfortable, you think, when it eventually slows to a stop. It’s pointing at Flash.

He looks about as uncomfortable as you feel. “Hold on,” he says, throwing up his hands, “I don’t like that.”

“Thanks,” you say sarcastically, despite your wholehearted agreement.

“Respin,” he demands, pushing the bottle away.

“Coward!” Exclaims MJ.

You make a mental note to have a conversation with her about timing and context, because it seems her sense of both need work. To much jeering from several members of the group, Flash insists on a respin anyway. He does, however, agree to just suck it up and sit in the closet quietly for seven minutes with the next person he doesn’t want to kiss. It’s a dodged bullet, but now you’ve got to go again. As if the anxiety of the first time wasn’t enough.

Chest tightening, you spin it again, just as hard. The room watches excitedly, but you’re feeling nothing but dread. Regret has hit you already. You shouldn’t have allowed yourself to get caught up in this. It wasn’t your business if some girl wanted to kiss Peter in some cramped, dusty closet.

You’re so busy berating yourself for acting ridiculous that you almost fail to recognize the verdict that befalls you. The room erupts in hollering before it even fully stops spinning. Peter tenses next to you.

It’s pointing at him.

“Closet!” Flash exclaims over the excitement of the group, arm thrown out in the direction on a door in the hallway, “Let’s go! Come on!”

“You can’t come, Flash, you said you didn’t want to kiss her,” Peter quips, but his voice has taken on that tone that you know for a fact is a bluff.

He’s not nearly as calm as he’s trying to sound.

Flash’s hand comes down hard against Peter’s ass when he attempts to scoot by. Peter yelps, looking scandalized. Flash ushers him forward. “Watch it, Parker! You know what I meant. Get in there!”

Heart and mind racing, you lift yourself out of your seat. The girl who’d started this mess gives you a venomous look. You can’t bring yourself to deal anything back to her.

What have you done?

Peter and Flash are already at the closet when you finally shuffle your way over. MJ is just behind you, looking only vaguely apologetic. She knows you got yourself into this. Her phone is ready with a seven minute countdown. There’s shuffling in the living room as everyone begins to make their way excitedly toward the spot where your life will momentarily end. Vultures.

Flash steps into the closet and snatches a little key off a small hook just inside the door. When he exits, he pushes Peter’s shoulder and sends him stumbling inside. He’s polite enough not to attempt to shove you. It would be a lot easier to get on with this if he did, though.

“Lights on, lights off, I don’t care,” he says as you step in. “Don’t make a mess. This is where we keep the nice coats. Dry cleaning is expensive.”

The door slams in your face before you can protest against his insinuations. There’s the distinct sound of the lock clicking, and Michelle calls through the door that the timer is started.

Peter reaches up to pull the chain that operates the overhead light, and you nearly jump out of your skin. Your back hits the door. “Oh, shit!” Someone says on the other side, and you feel your face heat up even more than it already has.

Peter gives you a sheepish smile. “Sorry. Should have warned you,” he says.

You glance around. To the right are the aforementioned “nice coats” that you very much want to ruin just to spite Flash. Behind Peter are several sets of shelves with various odds and ends. To your left, a waist-high cabinet that contains who-knows-what. You guess it’s not that cramped, or dusty. Whatever.

Peter shifts awkwardly where he stands. Neither of you say anything for what feels like a year, but it’s probably more like a minute. “Don’t forget to breathe,” Flash’s voice drifts through the door, teasingly.

“Mind your business,” you shout back without thinking.

Both the laughter and Peter’s expression alerts you to the fact that that was not the correct thing to say. He chuckles, too. His smile makes your chest hurt, so you look away just as quickly as you had begun. Again, you reach up to adjust your blouse.

He takes your hand. “Hey,” he says softly, stepping closer, bending to catch your eye, “Nothing has to happen. We can just wait it out.”

You can’t help but narrow your eyes at his phrasing. You keep your voice low too, in the hopes that the peanut gallery outside can’t hear. “Has to happen?” You question, “Sounds like there’s the option for something to happen, if I feel like it.”

“Isn’t there?” Peter asks.

Oh.

Oh.

You want to respond so badly. The words can barely even form in your mind, let alone making it all the way to your mouth and out into the world. What response is there to finding out that your best friend, whom you’ve maybe been trying not to fall in love with for a long time now, wants to kiss you if given the opportunity? Is there one?

Yes, you think, finally. There is.

Peter’s still holding your hand. You take advantage of it and pull him forward, your free hand coming up to wrap around the back of his neck. When you pull him to you and press your lips against his, it’s soft. You’re jittery beyond belief, but you’re not rushing this moment. It’s a simple kiss, lasting only a few seconds. You can feel his smile.

When you pull back, you’re greeted with a grin that’s almost familiar. But there’s something different there, something you’re not accustomed to seeing in his expression. He’s still close enough for his breath to be hot against your face.

Peter kisses you again. This time is far more desperate, more excited. His hands come up to either side of your head, angling you to gain better access to your mouth. You’re backed up against the door as he moves in even closer to you. The impact, while minimal, elicits an amused gasp from you.

He takes advantage of your open mouth to introduce tongue. Every part of your body lights on fire. You clutch his shoulder, feeling dizzy, and delight in this new experience. It’s genuinely unfair how good he is at this, considering his lack of practice.

He pulls away just enough to kiss the underside of your jaw, and you jolt in surprise. The door shakes with your movement. Outside, the crowd gets a little rowdier for a moment.

Shit, you mouth, slapping a hand against your forehead. It’s so embarrassing.

Peter is more flushed now then ever, but he continues on, braver than you’ve ever been. Without any warning, he hooks his hands around your thighs and hoists you up onto the cabinet. Incredibly, the movement isn’t nearly as loud as you figure it could have been. His mouth slots back against yours within a fraction of a second.

You feel his hands drift across your waist, not touching skin, but definitely examining the curve of your hips. He presses his body closer, flush with the cabinet, and your legs spread to accommodate him. One hand finds its way into your hair, sending an involuntary twitch down your spine.

The door clicks unlocked.

You freeze. Peter doesn’t. In a millisecond, he’s back to the other side of the closet. By the time the door swings open, he’s managed to cross his arms as if he’d been standing there comfortably the whole time. You can’t bear to look at the people in the doorway, so you stare, hard, at his face instead. The possibility that you might give away what’s just occurred is a bit too much to bear.

Peter’s face is redder than you’ve ever seen, blush spreading down across his neck. He had turned toward the door when it opened, his expression struggling to hold some sense of calm. He had been too caught up in it all to care who was outside while the door was closed, you know, but neither of you really want it to be confirmed in front of god and everyone that he’s thoroughly ravished you in the nice coat closet.

As fast as you can without making eye contact, you look at the intruders, who are still attempting to assess what had occurred moments before. It occurs to you that maybe they hadn’t actually expected any kind of follow-through in this scenario. To be fair, the likelihood had seemed terribly minimal. Even with such a quick glance, you can tell they aren’t sure what did or didn’t happen.

“Who’s next?” Peter offers up, sounding embarrassed and very much like he’d like to move on, but still managing to at least look like he hadn’t been about ten seconds from doing something extra inappropriate.

Your thighs are still spread almost enough for it to be a legitimately horrifying issue. When you risk another look, you see MJ squinting at them. The desire to shut them is strong, but you figure it’d be easier to pass it off as being unladylike if you don’t act like you’re embarrassed by it.

What a nightmare.

“That was quick,” you say in an attempt to end the awkward silence.

Peter reaches his hand out to you. Taking it, you hop down onto the floor. You move toward the door to leave, but the crowd doesn’t disperse to let you through.

“What was the banging on the door?” Questions Flash, staring suspiciously at Peter.

Because he’s a terrible liar, you answer instead. “Bang one was Peter scaring the shit out of me by turning on the light, bang two was me trying to get up onto this fucking cabinet. I’m short, dude. Get lower furniture.”

Mercifully, they accept it as a legitimate answer. The crowd parts with a distinguished air of disappointment. Peter brushes his hand across your back when you move to leave the closet together. Before you even have time to worry about what’s happened, his smile assures you.

Later, parked in the driveway of your house long after Ned has been dropped off, Peter pulls away from you mid-kiss and shoots you the most smug expression you’ve ever seen on his face.

“And someone had a bad feeling about that party.”

You kiss the stupid look off his face, trying not to laugh.

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[underoosweb]

89 and 123 WITH ANDREW PLSSS

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

“fuck you.” - “when?”

18+

Contains: Fingering, oral (f receiving), teasing, orgasm denial

You would be lying if you said you had no idea how you got into this situation. Andrew is currently in between your legs, his lips ghosting over your lips, barely coming in contact with your clit. You shudder when you felt two of his fingers slightly grazing at your entrance but not getting them in. Andrew looked up at you, his pupils dilated, he smirked.

“Please…”

“Please, what love?”

“Finger me.” He scoffs slightly

“You think you deserve it, love?” He chuckled when your hips buckled

“Yes…” His eyebrow rose

“Really now? After what you pulled?”

“Andrew…”

“I like this, you begging. Look at that,” His fingers were coated in your silk. You felt your cheeks heat up.

You flinched when the door slammed, knocking you out of your trance. The latest crime documentary was no longer important. You felt a smirk appear on your face, snuggling deeper into the pile of pillows on your shared bed.

“LOVE?” You snickered.

“LOVE?” Your eyes shifted back towards the TV. From the corner of your eye, you can see his arms spread out, hand on each side of the door. You could see his chest rising and falling quickly, his hair was a mess, you were pretty sure his pupils were dilated. You heard him scoff. You felt his eyes on you.

“You sent me pictures of you naked while I was at a work meeting!”

“Opps” You shrugged not paying any attention to him. You tried not to smirk when you heard him frantically make his way over to you. You let out a small yelp when he grabbed a fistful for your hair, the other wrapped loosely around your throat, pulling your head back to look at him.

“They almost saw…” You tried not to look as if it fazed you

“You’re mine.”

So, here you were, begging for this man to finger you, eat you, fuck you.

“So wet, I bet I could just...” With no hesitation, he sunk his two extended fingers into your entrance. “Slip right in.” He thrust his fingers in and out of you at a frantic pace, knocking all the breath from your lungs. His eyes were glued to your cunt, you could feel the sheets beneath you become wet, you should be embarrassed by how wet you were, you could hear how wet you were. You grind against his hand. His mouth engulfed your clit, sucking it between his lips and scraping it with his teeth. both hands now buried in Andrew’s hair and holding him solidly against your clit, though you hoped and prayed he didn’t stop soon. You felt the familiar knot in your lower abdomen. Andrew can feel you tightening around his fingers.

“So close…” You moaned out

Right when the coil was about to break, he stopped.

“Fuck YOU!” You yelled out, frustrated.

“When?” Andrew said with humor in his voice. You glared down at him.

“I swear if my hands weren’t tied-”

“But they are, you can’t do anything about it.” You tossed and turned, whining.

“Look at you, acting like a toddler throwing a tantrum.” You huffed and continued to glare

“Now, now, love. You’ll get your reward…” His thumb pressed against your sensitive clit. You choked out a moan. You were so close, hips buckling, legs twitching. Then he pulled his thumb away. You felt tears well up in your eyes

“Eventually.”

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[paisleypeter]

Homecoming Heartbreak

in which ; peter parker x reader are best friends and promised they'd go to the homecoming dance together if they didn't have other dates. however, peter forgets to tell the reader he's going with liz, and the reader gets dressed up and waits for peter to arrive. the reader goes alone but peter can't stop thinking about you.

"Mom..?" You muttered, stepping into the dining room in your dress and heels. Tears began to fill your eyes, but you quickly blinked them back. You wouldn't want to show up to the dance a wreck, especially since Peter stood you up.

She lifted her eyes from the book she was reading and furrowed her brows.

"I'm sorry, dear." She sighed, putting her hand on your shoulder.

You couldn't piece it together. You realized Peter had been quite forgetful and busy these past months, without any explanations, but this was beyond his character to do. You've been planning this for months, and you planned to tell him how you truly felt after you went out for a late night ice cream stop after the dance, a tradition you so desperately tried to keep alive.

"I'll start the car." Your mother said, offering to drive you to the dance.

You nodded, and fiddled with the boutonnière you'd bought for peter, that matched your deep red dress. Holding it carefully in your hand, you walked to the car and held your head high.

"I'm sure he didn't forget dear... Maybe something came up?" Your mother reassured, beginning to drive.

"No, he always forgets. Something always comes up. I should have known better not to even think he'd give a sh-"

"Relax dear. He's a good guy. He's your best friend. I know he'd never do anything to hurt you on purpose."

"No, Mom, that's not how it is! I've been waiting so long to tell him, we were supposed to get ice cream, like always!" You snapped, tears forming in your eyes again. Unintentionally, you dug your nails into the skin of your palm, flattening the petals of the flowers, out of rage. You couldn't help but feel everything you kept pent up at once.

You rested your freshly straightened hair against the window, shutting your eyes, slowly breathing in and out. By the time you arrived, you were fifty minutes late.

"(Y/N), wait." Your mother called, before you shut the door.

"I think you should tell him." She nodded, giving you a look of reassurance once more.

Folding your arms, you sighed and nodded as you turned to walk to the doors.

Walking through the gym, the loud music vibrating throughout your body.

Across the gym, you saw peter stand with Liz, with an royal blue tie matching her dress. Suddenly you met eyes with him. It seemed as if he already realized what he had done to you and what he had forgotten.

"(Y/N)? I didn't think you coming, weren't you supposed to go with Peter?" Ned asked, offering me a cup of soda he had in his hand.

"I don't even know at this point. We were supposed to go together if we didn't have anyone else to go with, but it's looks like he found someone and didn't want to tell me." You frantically said, as your heart began to race again.

"(Y/N), wait-"

"I'm sorry. I can't do this." You muttered, stepping away from the crowds.

You walked down the entirely dark hallway, your heels slowly clicking with every step.

"(Y/N)! Stop!" A voice desperately called from behind you. You could tell it was Peter, and you ignored the pleading. You've heard it all too many times to care. Though you couldn't admit it, Peter's voice made your heart a bit more uplifted and hopeful.

You mistakenly stopped in your tracks as you quickly brushed away the tears that you couldn't hold back anymore, swallowing the lump in your throat. Refusing to face him, you placed your face in your palms as you felt the most defeated you ever have.

"(Y/N)?" Peter said, placing his hand on your shoulder, attempting to turn you around.

"Don't touch me, Peter!" You snapped, turning around and pushing his hand off of you.

"Please, let me help you I don-"

"You've already done enough! This is you, Peter! This is what you do to people who care about you!" You nearly yelled as you looked everywhere but his eyes, brushing a piece off your hair behind your ear.

He stepped closer to you, examining every feature of your face, the way your hair fell to your shoulders, the sparkles dusted on your eyelids, and the rosiness of your cheeks that was still visible in the dimmed lighting.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on on his shoulder. You couldn't help but sob and shake from your anxiousness. Clutching the collar of his shirt, you held him tighter to you as you continued to weep.

"You're gonna be okay. Sit, come on." He whispered, carefully lowing to the ground as you remained stuck on him. Peter placed his jacket around your shoulder's protecting your back from the cold metal lockers you learned against.

"I'm... so sorry..." Peter whispered, placing his hand on top of yours, clutching it tight.

"You forgot about me. Why do you keep forgetting about me? Why tonight, of all nights?" You sniffled, taking your hand away.

"(Y/N), it's a long story, I-"

"Peter, I don't care. You say that every time. I don't understand. It's one thing to always flake on our plans and forget about homework, but we've talked about this all year! You didn't even tell me you found someone. You know, I really do love you, but sometimes you're just so oblivious."

"(Y/N), I couldn't stop thinking about you all night. I can never stop thinking about you. Not tonight, not ever. And your dress it's-"

"Now that, is what I call bullshit. You think about me 'all the time'? Then why don't we walk home together anymore? Why don't we go out for ice cream every Friday night with Ned? Why do I only see you at lunch, only sometimes?! You couldn't even remember me tonight. I knew it would hurt, but not like this. You could have told me you found someone."

Peter looked into your eyed with a look of disbelief and sorrow. He could tell how hurt you were, by the way your voice cracked after every statement, how you still unknowingly held onto his boutonnière, and how you could hardly look him in the eyes.

"I still make sure you get home safely. Every evening. Listen, (Y/N), I know you don't think I'm always around and looking out for you, but I am. I am truly so sorry for not letting you know about Liz. It was so last minute and I was planning on calling you, but something came up. I don't have feelings for her, I thought I did on the surface, but all I can truly think about is you. I can't be near you anymore. I don't want you to get hurt."

"How can you even say that? You're not even there. I walk alone every day, avoiding every alleyway after what happened when I was alone last year. You said you'd always walk me home, you promised me! I shouldn't have even been surprised about Liz. I put a lot of faith in you tonight."

"(Y/N), why do you think those guys finally left you alone?" Peter said, tears forming in his eyes from frustration. You hadn't seen him cry in ages.

"It's because I told them to! I always watch to make sure you get home."

"I'm so lost right now."

"What's wrong with your neck?" You asked, as his collar loosened. It looked as if it was freshly bruised, and he shuddered as you touched it.

He took your hand away and looked away from you.

"Please don't hate me. I didn't know how else to tell you." He whispered, unbuttoning his dress shirt as he sniffled.

His shirt revealed a red and blue suit under his dress shirt, with a spider in the center.

"You're... you're joking, right?"

"I wish I was." He sarcastically chuckled, his melancholy overcoming him.

"I was at the bank before tonight. I brought Liz because she needed a ride over. I was coming to get you, but I was too late. I texted your mother earlier today, I was going to surprise you with peonies, because they're all you talk about. As soon as you walked in, I realized how much of a mistake I made. I tried to show up on time, but my neck was killing me I had to make sure I was going to be -”

"It's okay. Just breathe. " You whispered, wiping the tears from his face, and then from your own.

"I'm really sorry, Peter. I didn't know-"

"About what? How I felt or Spide-" He sharply inhaled from the pain, as he readjusted.

"Both." You quickly giggled, running your hands through his hair to comfort him. In response, he leaned his head on your shoulder and sighed.

"Yeah. I guess you're the oblivious one." He joked, letting out a small laugh as he held onto you closer.

#marvel #tom holland #hollander #peter parker imagine #spider man: homecoming #peter parker #x reader #peter parkerxreader #oneshot #imagines #one shots #marvel endgame #avengers #spider man #spiderman

[imagineanythings]

Getting Over It (prologue)

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

When Peter goes through a rough break-up, he visits the reader to try and take his mind off of it.

Warnings: none for this chapter but there will likely be alcohol mentions and smut later on

A/N: In this Peter and the reader are both in college and therefore over 18 in this. Also the chapters are going to be a lot longer this is just the prologue

Chapter 1

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You could hear him holding back his sobs as he explained everything that happened over the phone. How he had walked in on her with some other guy, the way he felt his heart shatter almost instantly. The way his voice broke made your heart ache. “Hey,” you started once he had run out of things to say and a heavy silence had taken over. “Come visit for the weekend. Take the train and you can stay with me. I’ll keep you company and distract you as much as you want, I can help you through this Peter. I think it would be good for you to get off campus for a while and away from anything that would remind you of her.” you could hear him sniffle and try to compose himself and it killed you to see your best friend in so much pain. Even this far apart since you’d ended up at different colleges, you two were as close as ever, and you hated being far away and unable to comfort him. “Yeah that sounds kinda nice” He said quietly, sounding unsure. 

“Peter Benjamin Parker I will drive down there and bring you here myself if I have to,” you said, managing to elicit a small laugh from him that caused a bit of warmth in your chest. 

“Alright then, I’ll book my train now,” he said, and you could have sworn you could hear a hint of a smile in his voice. 

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[princess-cordelias-writingblog]

Behind The Door (Peter Parker xFem!Reader)

A/N: First Peter fic ever!! I absolutely love the gif btw. Peter is slightly older but you’ll find out soon enough on the fic. This is for  @spideyboipete writing challenge, congrats on the 300F love!!! -Danny

Words: 3,411 (pretty sure is my longest one so far)

Warnings: hints of an abusive relationship, badly written ngl. Terrible jokes (blame spidey or me for those, we suck) lfsjghsg I’m not so sure this is good but is something, I hope you guys don’t completely hate it

Prompt: #6 "what if this isn't the end?"

Listen to me.

I heard a glass shatter on the wall in the apartment above mine At first I thought that I was dreamin'

Peter jumped slightly; still half asleep, he turned around on his bed and opened his eyes lazily looking for something out of place. He could’ve sworn he’d heard glass shattering, but on his room there wasn't any trace of something out of place, maybe his dream was really vivid...

But then I heard the voice of a girl And it sounded like she'd been cryin' Now I'm too worried to be sleepin'

And then he heard the muffled cries above his head. His spidey senses helped to get a clearer sound of what was going on: Y/N was crying.

Y/N L/N was his neighbor, a kind girl. Every time she and Peter shared the elevator she’d nod without making eye contact and Peter would greet her with a soft “Hi”, trying to sound more chill than how he usually felt around her. It was a secret (the only secret he’d managed to hide) but he had a tiny crush on her.

And now she was crying and despite having the spidey sense working so well, he couldn’t tell what was happening, all he could hear was her soft cries and the sound of loud steps from one corner to the other, so the obvious answer, she wasn’t alone. Suddenly, Peter felt sleepless.

So I took the elevator to the second floor Walked down the hall and then I knocked upon her door She opened up and I asked about the things I've been hearing

He dressed up and grabbed one of his web-shooters just in case things got ugly and someone was trying to hurt her. He got out of his apartment and took the elevator to the next floor, walking the same amount of steps he usually made to his place, just instead of ending on his number, he ended on hers. Peter knocked on the door and it took a few minutes for it to be opened. He also noticed that for a moment he couldn’t hear crying anymore. It was actually way too quiet now and just when he was about to step back and go to his place thinking maybe she fell asleep while watching a movie, the door swung open and Y/N was there.

“Uh- Hi! uh-Y-Y/N right?” He stammered, “Sorry if I woke you up is just, uhm... I heard loud noises and I was wondering if you were alright?”

She said, "I think your ears are playing tricks on you" Sweater zipped up to her chin

Things were definitely not alright. Y/N had puffy eyes and messy hair, she kept pulling her sleeves down and covering as much as she could of her body with a sweater two sizes bigger, she threw him a nervous smile and shook her head, she tried to sound calm but Peter could hear her heart beating much faster than his and he went on full spiderman mode.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” He asked, this time in a lower, more urgent voice.

“I’m fine, Parker,” She answered, impassive, “nothing going on here. Maybe you heard something from your next-door neighbor or just your ears playing tricks, haha”

“Are you sure?” He tilted his head so he could see inside her place, but nothing seemed out of order, maybe she was in fact just watching a movie that made her cry.

"Thanks for caring, sir, that's nice of you But I have to go back in Wish I could tell you about the noise But I didn't hear a thing"

“Totally,” Y/N nodded, then looked back for a second and frowned, “listen... it’s nice of you to come here and make sure I’m alright but is all good, really. But I have to go back in or my boyfriend will start to worry”

Boyfriend. He didn’t know Y/N had a boyfriend, that must’ve been the steps he heard. 

“Oh,” He felt like the air was escaping his lungs and time went slower, a boyfriend. She had a boyfriend. “Yeah, sorry for this”

“I hope you can find the source of that noise though,” She smiled a bit warmer this time, “otherwise it’ll keep you up all night. I wish I could help but I honestly didn’t hear... maybe it was the wind”

“S’alright” He shrugged, already turning around, “have a good night”

“Goodnight, Parker”

She said, "It must have been the wind, must have been the wind Must have been the wind, it must have been the wind"

It’s been two weeks since Peter found out about Y/N’s boyfriend, and although she’d assured him that everything was fine his gut kept on insisting that it wasn’t. Not just his spidey sense, the way her whole body tensed up while talking to him wasn’t normal, she never acted that way around him. He had known her for almost two years now, something was wrong.

At first, the sounds were discrete, some loud thumps here and there, not that often. Then he started to raise his voice during night time and things started to shatter more often than not. That guy was abusive no doubt, and Peter needed to help.

So I was layin' on the floor of my room Cold concrete on my back No, I just couldn't shake the feeling I didn't want to intrude 'cause I knew that I didn't have all the facts But I couldn't bear the thought of leavin' her

But how? He didn’t know exactly what was going on, and with what excuse he’d go and stand there, demanding answers? The guy could easily shrug them off as just inventions of his mind and unless Y/N was ready to speak up she wouldn’t raise her voice. He knew things like this could happen, he didn’t blame Y/N, but he was worried sick about her.

So one day when he knew Y/N’s boyfriend wasn’t around, he went up again and knocked her door, asking again if she had any idea of what things could be making the “mysterious noise”, Peter tried to act calm and unthreatening, talking about the whole thing half-joking like he didn’t know.

“Sorry, Parker” Y/N sighed, he could tell she was a really good liar by the way she could carry herself despite the loud thumping of her heart, “Still no idea of what you’re hearing...”

“Call me Peter, please” He scrunched up his nose, “Parker sounds like you hate me” 

His neighbor laughed and Peter’s heart felt heavy at the thought of not hearing that sound as often as he would’ve liked.

“I don’t hate you, I promise,” She opened the door fully and invited him in.

“So...” He looked around for any sign of oddness, “how’re things?”

“You know, going” She grabbed two cups from the kitchen and pour coffee in them, handing one to him and placing the other in front of the boy, “you want any sugar or milk?”

“Both please” He smiled, nervously fidgeting with the laces of his hoodie. “Only going though? I always imagined you’d have a busy life”

“Sometimes it is” She came back from the kitchen with the milk and sugar and put them in the middle of the table, finally sitting in front of him, “however, things are going slower lately, maybe because I don’t go out as much as before”

“Why’s that?” He blushed realizing he was being too nosy, “I mean, if you want to tell me about it, if not that’s fine-”

“Don’t worry, I don’t mind” Y/N interrupted, then her body tensed up like she was getting ready to run away from the conversation, “uhm... my boyfriend doesn’t like to go out as often as mind, he’s more of a ‘stay home and binge watch some show’ kind of guy”

“Oh, too bad” Peter was trying so hard not to show any sign of how angry that was making him, not only this man was hurting her but he was also keeping her away from the world, like it was some kind of possession only he could use.

“No, I mean-” 

But her voice got lost in the middle of her reply when the sound of keys showed up, and soon enough the door opened and Y/N’s boyfriend was coming through.

So that’s him, Peter thought.

When the man saw Peter on his dining table he went pale, the hand that was holding the keys closed on a tight fist and it looked quite painful, but nothing compared to what Peter wanted to do to him.

“Who’s this?” he asked roughly.

“Peter Parker” He answered before Y/N could introduce him, “I’m your neighbor from downstairs. I came here to ask Y/N about some noise I’ve been hearing for half a month now and I think is coming from here but she hasn’t heard it, perhaps you have?”

Instead of trying to sound friendly and like he meant no harm, Peter did his best to sound intimidating and give him a look that he was trying to translate into a specific thought: I know exactly what the noise is.

“Sorry man,” he answered with the same attitude, “I can’t help you.”

“Peter, this is Mike” Y/N said, “he’s my boyfriend.”

“Were you leaving then?” Mike asked in a tone that lacked kindness.

“I was” Peter stood up and stand eye to eye with the other boy, around the same height as him. He was nothing impressive but had an aggressive vibe, like he was in fact, something to fear. But Peter wasn’t afraid of a beater. “Nice to meet you, Mike”

He took his hand and made sure to squeeze it as hard as he could without breaking it, Mike tightened his jaw and returned the squeeze but did no harm to Peter, since he was way stronger.

“I’ll walk you out” Y/N mumbled hurriedly while walking past them and opening the door, she now acted different once more, the hand that wasn’t holding the door was tight against her leg and she couldn’t stand still, she looked at Peter and smiled awkwardly, nodding for him to get to the door.

“It the noise comes back,” Peter said to her in a low voice once he was out of the apartment, this time giving her a look that clearly meant something else, “please Y/N, I worry about-”

“I told you already, Peter” She insisted, but tears were already starting to form, “it must be the wind, next time make sure you close all your windows. I’m fine, I...” She swallowed hard, closing her eyes for just a second, “I can fix this.”

Peter watched as the door closed on his face, speechless, desperate to save the girl he was so in love with. He would do anything to save her, he wanted to.

She said, "It must have been the wind, must have been the wind Must have been the wind, it must have been the wind"

Out of his mind, Peter turned on his old-school boombox (he always liked retro stuff) almost every morning when he knew Mike wasn’t around, it was a very stupid thing, a song wasn’t going to help Y/N and it wasn’t going to get her out of the relationship. But while he waited, while she waited for a better day, he kept playing that song just so she could feel less lonely, so she knew Peter was always there. Waiting, trying.

Aim my boombox at the roof, I'm playing "Lean on Me" Just so that she knows that she can lean on me And when she hears the words, I hope she knows she'll be okay

It was patrol night, Peter put on the spidey suit and went out to the city to help others, he had to, after spending almost a month without going out afraid that Y/N might need him. That night she had gone out so he was both, glad and relieved, cause that meant she could still go out without Mike forcing her to stay and he could do his hero duty.

Peter sat at the rooftop of a random building near his place, it was almost time to go back but since the night was too pretty to ignore, he waited there a few minutes and stared at the moon, his most childish side made a wish, and he asked for Y/N to be okay, happy. Even if he couldn’t ever be with her, either because she didn’t like him or the timing was never right, he wished for her to be always surrounded by people who loved her and live a happy ever after story. 

Someone started to argue at the end of the street, loud screams of a girl and angry grunts of a man. Peter focused his stared and finally, he found the source of the noise.

He moved as fast as he could, putting his mask back on and jumping from the building, throwing webs at the fastest pace until he finally landed right in front of the couple. The man didn’t see him since he had his back turned but Y/N’s eyes opened in surprise, her attempts to push Mike away from her slightly faltered.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt but I’m sure this is not what people would call the perfect date” When he spoke, Mike jumped and looked over his shoulder, horrified with the sight in front of him.

“Y-you’re-”

“Oh so you know me” Peter reply, a bit too amused of the opportunity in front of him, “good, so you know what is about to happen unless you let her go, right?”

“This is not your business, bug” He spat, grabbing Y/N tighter, “my girlfriend and I are just having a chat”

“I’m not his girlfriend anymore!” She cried out, tears falling from her eyes at the way Mike was holding her, “We broke up two days ago and he keeps following me around!”

“Oh c’mon, she’s just acting up, are you really gonna believe her? She’s crazy!”

“Now buddy,” Peter made a disapproving sound with his tongue, “I don’t know if you got any brains left but if you do have you heard of the ‘Me too’ movement? Cause if you have, you’ll know I believe in what she says completely. And that means I believe you’re a dick.” 

He didn’t wait for a reply, Peter threw a web directly at Mike’s face and pulled, Mike’s grasp on Y/N finally let loose and she stepped back as far as she could the moment Peter punch Mike on the nose with his free hand. He heard the guy whine and watched as he looked for him blindly, throwing his fists into the air helplessly.

“Way to go, man” Peter commented jokingly, “you’re really beating up all those ghosts”

“Come here you prick!” Mike exclaimed, now trying to get the web out of his eyes, something Peter knew to be useless.

“I’m afraid I pass,” He shot another web to Mike’s ankle and pulled again, making him fall on his back, Peter kneeled beside his head and whispered in the lowest, scary voice he could do, “Now listen, if you go anywhere near this girl again I’ll make sure you don’t have any hands left to grab anything like that for the rest of your life, you hear me?”

“Fuck you!” Mike growled from the ground.

“Fuck you Mike!” Y/N seemed to have gained courage during the few minutes of that night, she looked at Mike completely disgusted. “With or without Spiderman’s help, you don’t get to touch me anymore.”

“You heard the lady, no hands allowed” He grabbed Mike’s hands and cuffed them behind his back, “Do you want me to help you take the trash out? The Police station must be about six blocks that way”

“Yes, thank you” She still had a frown on her face, but her eyes were softer now, filled with relief. “He deserves what is coming...”

And when she hears the words, I know exactly what I'll say Promise I'm not playing tricks on you You're always welcome to come in You could stay here for an hour or two If you ever need a friend

A week after that night, Peter still felt like he needed to stay awake longer during the nights, the times he slept his dreams all had to do with Y/N running away from things while he was unable to reach out to her. After the fourth sleepless night, Peter heard a knock on the door.

He got up quickly thinking it was some kind of emergency and stumbled through the hall and towards the front door. Y/N was there waiting for him.

“Oh, hi Y/N,” He gave her a small, anxious smile, opening the door completely and letting her in, “all good?”

“Yeah,” She walked slowly and gave a curious look to the surroundings, “I know is late, sorry. I-uh... been wanting to thank you for a while”

“What did I do?” Peter asked with genuine curiosity, he closed the door behind him and walked her to the living room.

“You cared,” Y/N laughed nervously, “you didn’t have to but you tried and I pushed you away pretending nothing was wrong, cause I thought I could fix it alone. You must think I’m an idiot for dating Mike”

“Don’t call yourself that” He frowned, from the corner of the couch he reached out and pulled the blanket from behind Y/N, offering it to her in the process, she took it with a shy ‘thank you’ before Peter continued his argument, “I know ending a... complicated relationship is hard, I wanted to help but I understand if you still felt like you couldn’t trust me either, I’m... Well, I’m a man” He chuckled.

“It’s over now,” She wrapped the blanket tight around her shoulders and sighed, “my thing with Mike, I kicked him out like a week and a half”

“Really?” Peter pretended to be surprised by the news, although he already knew the whole story, Y/N had to tell all of it on the police station. But since that was Spiderman and not him, Peter let her continue.

“Yeah, and it was a crazy week,” She shook her head like she still couldn’t process the whole thing, “I mean, I even met Spiderman”

“No way!” Peter’s smile was bigger now, and he could barely stay in character. “How is he?”

“He was... nice, I don’t know” Y/N replied, deep in thought, “I can’t help but feel a bit off when I think about him, somehow when I heard him talked I thought I knew him from somewhere else. And the way he broke his grasp, like he knew exactly what was going on...”

She narrated the encounter to Peter, and he heard it from start to end and nodding, trying to give his full attention.

“Well, maybe he did, y’know?” He commented at the end, “I heard he’s got this sixth sense that helps him to get the bad guy, and no offense, but between you and Mike it must have been easy to tell which one was the bad guy.”

“None taken,” She laughed, but there was still something about it that didn’t sound fully honest. 

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you sure you’re good?”

“I...” Her head fell to her hands and groaned, passing her hands through her hair and making a mess of it, she shook her head.

“What is it?” Peter changed his position on the couch so he could face her fully.

“I know he can’t come near me anymore, and Spiderman promised I’d be safe...” Y/N prompted her legs up on the couch and hug them protectively, “What if this isn’t the end? What if he manages to come back and attack me?”

“If that ever happens, you call me and I’ll go to you,” He reassured her, he grabbed the hand closest to him and gently held it, the only way of comfort he could do without thinking he was stepping a line, “we’re friends, I’ll be there if you need me. Or if your place feels unsafe, you’re always welcome to knock on my door and I’ll let you in as long as you want to.”

“Thanks, Peter,” For the first time in what Peter felt like eternity, her heart was at ease, her rhythm in sync with his own. She pulled her phone out of her pocket with her free hand and stared at the block screen, “shit, is almost two in the morning, I should head home...”

“Right,” Peter cleared his throat, he felt sad about letting her go, he still felt guilty and sad about many things, but it was her time to heal, she had to lead the way. Peter had no say in that, for him, it was okay as long as she wouldn’t push away anymore.

We can talk about the noise, when you're ready, but 'til then I'll say, "It must have been the wind, must have been the wind Must have been the wind, it must have been the wind"

Peter had to fight a bit, but she finally agreed to be walked to her door, once they got there, he felt slightly disappointed that the walk lasted so little.

“Have a good night, Y/N” He whispered, already turning away from the door.

But a pair of hands pulled him by the shoulder and turned him back around, suddenly he found himself in a tight embrace, Y/N’s hair smelled like flowers, it was nice. Warm, gentle and yet, she hugged him like her life depended on it.

“You know,” Y/N continued, the voice came muffled since she was hiding her face on his shoulder, “I wish you don’t wake up to any strange noises anymore”

“Must have been the wind...” He shrugged, hugging her back and gently rubbing circles on her waist.

Y/N L/N and Peter Parker were just friends. It could stay like that forever, or it could turn into something else with time. Peter didn’t mind, as long as Y/N was happy.

Thanks for reading :)

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[piscesparker]

Forbidden love P.P

stark!reader

a/n: Aged-up characters, a big thanks to @starlight-starks for beta reading and helping me with this fic, ilysm😘 also, inspired by b99 😌

Whenever Peter wasn't being spider-man he was working with S.H.I.E.L.D to solve armature cases. Although Tony was against it at first he eventually came around but was always on edge to have his actual daughter and protegè risking their lives; but it was all part of the job. Working together sparked a friendship between the two of you, until lately your feelings for Peter grew stronger, wanting something more than being just friends and co-workers.

Tonight you and Peter were assigned a case where the two of you had to go undercover. After the mission when you returned back to the compound there was this awkwardness between the two of you that neither of you wanted to talk about. Right now all you wanted to do was go to your room and have some ice cream and cry, but you were pulled out of your thoughts when your dad called out to you, "How was the mission kiddos?"

"Such a normal time!" You yelled, making everyone give you a questioning look.

"Why are you yelling?" Nat asked, "Did something?"

"No!" You and Peter chimed in together, "I'm just gonna go to my room." You gave a tight lipped smile and rushed off, Peter scrambling to his. Everyone in the room thought that whatever just happened was weird and Tony wanted to get into the depth of it. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. pull up the security footage of the restaurant Y/n and Peter just went to." He commanded the A.I.

"Tony what are you doing?" Steve asked.

"Something happened there and I wanna know what!" He said as the footage began.

"You can't-"

"Shh I'm watching something!" He cut Steve off by shushing him. The footage showed you and Peter entering the restaurant, arms linked which Tony did not like and the next thing he knew his daughter was all over Peter, kissing his cheek and all. The rest of the team tried their best not to laugh at Tony's expressions, knowing how protective he was over you and sure that Peter would be toast by morning. But he still kept on watching the footage, he saw the two of you follow the supplier to the back and the next thing he knew his eyes were almost popping off his skull and balling his fist in anger, he saw the two of you kissing because you almost got caught. Meanwhile everyone else was laughing which annoyed Tony even more. "Why are you laughing?" He asked angrily.

"Come on Tony, they're not kids anymore." Steve chuckled.

"She is my kid! You know what? I'm gonna go talk to her, I'm too young to be a grandpa." He said storming off. Meanwhile you were in your room pacing back and forth thinking about the events of the past hours, you kept thinking if the kiss meant anything or what if it didn't mean anything; could this have ruined their friendship? Just then a knock startled you out of your thoughts, swinging the door open you met the chocolate eyes of the boy you were just worrying about, "Hey." He said, giving a tight lipped lipped smile. "Come in." You told him.

"I uh, actually wanted to ask you something." He stuttered, fidgeting with his fingers nervously.

"Yeah sure, whatever you want, partner." You said nervously and cringing moments later.

"Um, about that kiss, I just wanted to ask you if it meant anything to you? I just don't want it to be the reason it ruins our friendship- that is if it didn't mean anything because I-"

"I like you." You blurted out.

"You do?"

"So much."

"I like you too." He confessed and immediately sprang to engulf you in a hug, he pulled away and cupped your cheek pulling you in for a tender kiss which you smiled into. And that was the last thing Tony saw before he fainted due to shock. Loud bang made you two sprung apart and after seeing your Dad unconscious at the door you knew you had a lot of explaining to do.

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Boy Oh Boy These Brothers

Peter ParkerxReader

Brother!Thor, Brother!Loki, Dad!Tony to Peter

Word Count: 1,869

Request from Anon: Peter x reader fic where the reader is Thor's and Loki's sister and both of them acting quite different about her relationship with peter. If you could bring in some Peter x dad!Tony, that would be great too.

A/N: Hey! Sorry it took a bit! Been busy. Uh this is probably a bit out of character for Thor and Loki, I’ve never really written with them before so I did what I could. This was really different for me and was a nice challenge. Thank you anon I hope you like it at least a little bit!

Being 500 years younger than your brothers was often difficult. It didn’t help that your mother had given you practically everything of hers. Her personality, her beauty, even her title in her passing. You did have your differences from her but apparently they still needed to treat you different than they did each other.

You were always much closer to your brother Loki, you didn’t often agree with him, but he was a great tutor in magic. He was also more caring towards you than anyone had ever see him be with anyone else, except maybe your mother.

Thor on the other hand, was like any other older brother. He loved you dearly, but you weren’t a priority. You were sort of an enigma to him, he wasn't sure how to act around you. However, over the years and your journeys with him in Misgard, his attitude towards you changed. By the time Thanos was defeated you thought he was going to smother you. He was so protective of you now.

He had good reason, you weren’t just the goddess of the sky, you were the goddess of love and you didn’t need to use your powers for someone to fall for you.

Your fan base was larger than his was, but sometimes he was too much.

Which was why when Peter asked you on a date you didn’t tell either of your brothers. You knew Peter liked you for you, so you didn’t want to chance Thor being mad or Loki possibly cursing Peter.

One date led to two, and a few dates led to several months. How you managed to keep it a secret so long was beyond you. You never really lied to them, you just kept some truths.

It didn’t bother you any, but it did bother Peter.

“Mr. Stark, can I talk to you about something,” Peter asked, sitting down beside the man at his desk in the lab.

“What’s up, Pete?” Tony asked, wondering why the boy looked so nervous.

“So, I think I have a problem… ya know how I’ve been seeing Y/N?”

Tony nodded, wondering what kind of problem the young man could be having with you. Did you force him into loving you with your powers? Did someone else put the moves on you and you went with it? A dozen questions floated around but Peter’s answer surprised him.

“Well, she hasn’t exactly told Thor or Loki… and I’m afraid if she waits any longer they might get really mad…”

“Did you try talking to her about it?”

Peter sighed, “Yeah, and she just gave me the it doesn’t matter it’s none of their business anyway lecture. I just don’t want to upset anyone, ya know? But I’m afraid if I tell them then Y/N will be mad at me.”

Tony pat Peter on the shoulder. “Kid, listen Thor likes you a lot, I doubt he’d have even the slightest problem with you dating his sister. She’s like 600 years old, she can make her own decisions. As for Loki well, just try to not make him mad about anything and you’re good as gold.”

Peter sighed, “Thanks, but that doesn’t really solve my problem.”

“Look, don’t let it be your problem. If it comes down to it, it was her decision to not tell them. She doesn’t want you to, that’s what you tell them if they do find out. They can take it up with her if they have a problem.”

Even after giving it some thought Peter was still unsure, “But what if that doesn’t work? What if they force us to not be together, what if she realizes they’re right and we shouldn’t be together? What if-”

“Woah, slow down Pete,” Tony said, placing a hand on the young man’s shoulder. “Relax a minute okay? You’re thinking too much about what if’s. The thing is, you don’t know what will happen, but you shouldn’t keep working yourself up with scenarios like that. It’s only going to make things worse. If you’re so stressed about it, you know I’d gladly drop the ball for you guys.”

Peter frowned at Tony. “What do you mean drop the ball for us?”

“Ya know, let it slip to Thor and Loki that you two are together. It’d be real easy, I could act like I didn’t know they didn’t know.”

“You want Y/N putting some kind of curse on you?” Peter asked, surprised by his suggestion.

Tony shrugged. “It won’t be as bad as you stressing yourself out like this.”

Peter nodded slowly. “I don’t think I can agree to something like this… but I suppose if you did happen to let it slip, no one would know that you did it on purpose…”

It was a few days later, Tony didn’t even need to set any of his plans into action. Things fell right into place when he caught Thor in passing. It was the perfect opportunity.

“Stark, have you seen my sister? There’s some business we need to discuss.” Thor asked.

Tony didn’t miss a beat as it panned out. “Her and Peter had a date tonight, she didn’t tell you?”

Thor stared Tony down. “What do you mean date?”

“A date. You know, like two people going out, having dinner or something, guy brings the girl home and kisses her goodnight. That kind of date. She really didn’t tell you?”

There was such fury in Thor’s eyes. “No. She did not tell me.”

Tony shrugged. “Maybe she told Loki and forgot to tell you?” He suggested, knowing exactly what would happen next.

“Perhaps. I must go speak with my brother.” Thor turned on his heel and went straight to find Loki.

“Loki!” Thor’s voice rumbled throughout the room.

Loki arched a brow at his brother. “What is it now?”

“How could you not tell me our sister was going on a date with Peter?”

He laughed lightly and answered, “Perhaps because I was unaware that Y/N was on a date with him?”

“Stop playing games. This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not playing anything,” Loki told him, a smile on his face, unable to believe that he was being this way. “She’s old enough to make her own decisions, Thor. She can see whoever she wants.”

“She can not.” Thor stated. “I will not allow our younger sister to date.”

“That’s not your decision to make,” Loki told him.

Their argument went on for an hour. When you and Peter finally returned to the compound you were beyond surprised to hear your brothers yelling at each other all the way from the front entrance.

“Uh, sounds like you better take care of whatever that is going on in there,” Peter suggested.

You sighed, “You’re right. I’ll find you later.” You kissed him gently, a smile on your face, one that made him smile as well. However, you noticed it didn’t quite reach his eyes, he looked rather worried. There was a loud crash, so you pushed your thoughts aside and ran off to find your brothers.

You found them in the living room, which was a total disaster.

“What is going on in here?” You yelled over them.

Both finally stopped shouting and offered you their attention.

“Well?” You asked.

“You should not be dating,” Thor started on you. “I won’t allow it.”

You could only stare at the two of them, surprised. You could let this go a few ways, but frankly it wouldn’t be worth trying to hide it any longer. “I don’t care what you will or won’t allow, Thor. I can date whoever I please.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell him,” Loki cut in before Thor could counter. “Frankly, I think Peter’s a fine choice for you. He’s smart, funny-”

“Enough,” Thor cut it, throwing a lamp towards his brother. “I don’t care who it is. You aren’t dating. I can’t someone use you.”

“Use me?” You questioned. “No one is using me! Just because Jane is being weird with you oh great one, doesn’t mean that Peter, who I care deeply about, is going to use me. I know how he feels about me. Don’t forget part of my powers is being able to feel how others feel about each other.”

“What if he’s tricking you? This has nothing to do with Jane.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “You know, I didn’t tell you guys because I really thought Loki was going to be the one to be mad. But I think I’d prefer that over you being mad Thor. But I can see why you would be mad. Your little sister found her love before you were able to get yours back. You’re jealous. I’m done talking about this. Imagine how mother would feel if she knew you wanted to keep me from being with the one I love.”

That was finally able to get through to him. You hated using your mother as ammunition against either of them, but this was ridiculous. Thor finally lost his look of anger, instead he was looking at you like you were right.

“How come you were so easily able to get him to stop but it took me an hour and I failed?” Loki asked, casting a spell to replace everything in the living room to its rightful place and manner.

You shrugged.

“She did not-” Thor started but you and Loki cut him off.

“Yes she did,” Loki said just as you said, “Yes I did.”

“Well now that you both know, at least I don’t have to hide it anymore.” You mused. “I’ll be going now. Behave, both of you. Also, I better not hear from Peter that he was threatened or anything of the sort, understand?”

Thor rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

You turned to leave but a question posed in your mind. “How did you two find out anyway?”

Loki pointed to Thor as he answered. “Stark said something.”

You nodded and finally left and went straight to find Peter. You knocked before entering, he was waiting patiently for you so the two of you could watch a movie. You plopped down beside him.

“Everything alright?” He asked, wrapping an arm around you.

“Oh you know, they found out we were dating and Thor was beyond pissed about it. Wanted me to not be dating, but I put him in his place.”

“Thor was mad?” Peter asked, he really thought he wouldn’t be.

“Yes, and Loki well, he pretty much gave you his blessing.”

“R-really?”

You nodded. “Yup. Now, be honest with me, did you set Tony up to tell them?”

Panic rose in Peter’s eyes, he was thankful your back was against his chest. “N-no of course not. Why did Tony tell them? I have no clue why he would have.”

You released a soft chuckle. “You’re a terrible liar, love.”

Peter sighed. “Alright, I’m sorry… I just… I couldn’t take the secrets anymore…”

“I understand, it feels good having it off my chest.”

“Me too.”

You tilted your head back just right so you could kiss his cheek.

“Thanks for not being mad at me.”

“I love you, remember?”

“I love you, too.”

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