#ag!peterparker x reader

[fcknstar]

,, best friends girl "

- harryosborn x fem!reader x peterparker

a.n : omfg i have a habit of writing at night. i have tried to edit it to the best of my ability. i need friends who share the same interest in harry osborn. uhh this is a mix of peter and harry, but it was really actually for harry lmao. i think imma just use marlene monae as my oc / reader / (y/n) cause it's easier for me. kinda got carried away lmao

warnings : jealousy? , long back story , y/n or reader is known as marlene monae.

**lowercase intended**

changing schools in the middle of the semester has to be your most hated things that could ever happen to you. moving houses was normal for your family as your fathers a business man, who moves around. your dad was a family man, he never wanted to leave his family behind, so hed bring you and your mom around. 

it may seem magical, being able to see the entire world due to having the money for it. however, the beauty of it can never mask your hatred having to make friends, and eventually leaving them. you hardly ever kept real friends due to long distance and time difference which made it hard for both parties to connect. 

somehow, there was a few friends that you truly treasured. you were settled there for awhile. you met peter parker, harry osborn and gwen stacy. there were others but they were really something. peter was more towards the introvert dude who was always reserved, attractive guy. harry was the complete opposite of peters personality, he was more outgoing towards others, ladys boy. gwen stacy was with peter when you first entered, and you guys simply clicked, probably due to the love of science. 

you have to admit that you found peter attractive, thank god your feelings have started to slowly fade into the background. however that happiness was outlived when you found out you had to move again. you begged your parents to settle here, but of course they refused. bummed out with your parents, you had to carry the burden and decided to not tell your friends about it. you just didnt want to suffer with long distance and that your meeting with them was merely meant to be during that timeline. knowing that itd be your last time ever being in queens, you confessed your feelings towards peter, probably weeks or months after gwen and peters breakup. you didnt want to regret not opening your heart out. 

when you left without a single trace, the duo was upset. of course, who wouldn't be. you left without a letter, a goodbye. peter did tell the others about your confession. gwen wasnt mad, she was more delighted. harry left way earlier than you did, so he didn't know anything. 

just like every friend and memory you had, you had forgotten them easily. you had to, it was driving you insane with how much you missed them. missed peter because you didnt know what his answer was. but who cares. aunt may probably forgot and didnt tell peter about it. you werent mad at aunt may, but she is old and had a lot to handle with her frail hands, and your message to peter only added the burden for her. but to your luck, she did pass down the message, but was too late as peter came back home later than usual. 

it has been years and you are your own woman. you aged beautifully and your birthday was nearing. your parents had settled in france, feeling comfortable with their surroundings. you had basically forgotten the past, most of your friends and the activities you did with them. clearing up your messy room, you came across a dusty cardboard box. it looked beaten up. curiosity killed the cat and you opened to box only to find the stuff your friends had gifted you throughout your years of moving. 

the box had felt like a time capsule, feeling like a teenager again was good. there was a particularly picture in the box that caught your eye. it was a pic of your friends in queens. 

what were their names again? uhh grace? harold and peter? peter sounds familiar but too basic. he looks familiar too. it was hard for you to remember everyones names and faces due to the dozens of people youve met. attached to the picture was a thumbdrive. curious you slipped in the drive into your laptop. it was multiple folders of your time at queens? what was so special about this place, you thought. you scrolled through a couple of photos and videos, when everything hit you like a truck. you had fled that place without letting your friends know about you leaving. you had deeply missed that place that you made yourself forget about everything there. surprisingly, your heart still yearned for peter. 

after talking with your parents, they have let you fly back there. while flying you didnt know what to expect or what to think. should i visit peter? or gwen?

what if they don't accept me? you panicked. maybe it wasn't a good idea to actually visit queens. upon reaching there, you found a hotel to stay at for the time being. you basically walked around queens trying to find a familiar apartment. after a few hours of searching, you landed infront of a old but homely apartment. you didnt know what to expect. maybe peter and aunt may moved? maybe they wont recognize you? taking a deep breath in, you advanced forward towards the entrance, knocking on the door. it didnt take long for the door to swing open revealing aunt may. 

" hey aunt may, how are you? " you started. the awkward tension in the air filled you both quickly while you waited for her reply. it looked like she was trying to piece the imaginary puzzles together. 

" uhm, its marlene? " you added, helping her remember you faster. it was as if you could see the light bulb above her head light up. you didnt expect a big warm hug from aunt may, well you had feared that she probably didnt accept you. lifting your hands slowly, you reciprocated the hug and took in her embrace. you did miss aunt may, her hugs, her cooking, and her smiles that she never failed to give you. 

" darling! oh my its been so long, what happened? how are you? hows your parents? what brings you here? " aunt may spat out as she released you from her embrace. she always saw you as one of hers. she always carried a heavy heart wherever she went. she often thought that you left because of them despite you reassuring her that you werent.

" may, whats  the commotion about? " peter came out from the side, chuckling. however it stopped when he saw you. you both did not say anything to each other, you felt your body heat up with guilt. the one where you knew you did something wrong. peter felt multiple emotions rush through him, was it really you? 

" uh pete, this is marlene, i hope you didnt forget her? " nodded aunt may. aunt may saw how peter suffered, not knowing whether he felt that way because you left without saying goodbye or that he wasnt able to tell you that he felt the same way. the spiderman situation didnt help him either, no one knew that but gwen. 

trying to suppress the heat and awkwardness, you merely nodded and smiled. aunt may welcomed you in and wanted to catch up. the house looked the same, it gave off homely vibes and you missed it. you sat on the dining table opposite of aunt may while peter just stood next to her. 

you had to try to explain your absence and why you left without saying anything. you did a lot of things you regretted in the past, and leaving without an explanation was on the top of your list. aunt may seemed to understand, but she is always understanding. not sure if peter seemed the same way as his gaze was fixated on you ever since you were at their doorstep. 

" alright, ill leave you two be yea " aunt may could sense the tension between the two young adults. all she wanted was them to reconcile, glancing at peter hoping he gets a hint. 

" oh uh its fine, i was about to leave anyway. im sorry if i came without notice. bye aunt may! " you quickly gathered your stuff and practically ran out the house. slowing down your pace once you were out, you took out your phone with the intention to play some music while walking back to your hotel. 

" so thats it? youre leaving without saying goodbye to me? again? " peter called out. stopping in your tracks, you slowly turned to him. you could see the disappointment that was clearly showing. 

" look, im sorry i left okay? i just had a lot going on back then and i thought that was the easiest way out- "

" but it wasnt, isnt it? you left me knowing that we could be something.. " peter had whispered the last part, not wanting or ready for you to hear it. maybe you had moved on. his eyes trained on you. 

you didnt know what to say. you heard what he whispered out. " i know youre mad at me and its reasonable. and i.. i. " you werent sure if he liked you, but what he said did indicate that he probably did have feelings. 

" yea i am mad at you, you left without a letter? and you expected that the message you left me was enough? it was selfish of you to do so you know that right " he slowly advanced to you, not wanting his neighbors to listen to the conversation that went horribly wrong. you wanted to answer, but nothing came out of your mouth. peter felt that he was a little too harsh just by looking at your expression.

" im sorry if i was too harsh. i just. i really liked you, i still do, but leaving me. leaving gwen wasnt something we both saw coming. aunt may said you liked me. is it true? " it was pretty bold of peter, he knew that. but he really needed to know. he nearly missed your nods. that was enough for him to engulf you into a hug. peter had let his guard down and you had to. you realized that it was hard for him too. 

it had been a few weeks ever since you stepped foot in new york. peter brought you to see gwen, who was thrilled to find you back. you guys reconnected instantly, catching up with one another. peter was glad that you are back, but he knew deep down that you had to leave again. gwen convinced you to stay with her as she needed a roommate. which made you convince your parents to let you stay in new york. somehow everything went according to plan, and you parents visited you often. you were living comfortably with gwen, you started dating peter. it sounds bad, dating your friends ex, but gwen was too open minded to care about what people thought. who cares about their friend dating their crush when they are in a committed relationship with someone new. 

you and peter were at a cafe having a regular breakfast, when a mini television in the cafe announced harry osborns arrival back in new york. it was said that his father was terribly sick and had died from it. decided that you both wanted to visit harry. 

the moment you stepped into the building, you both were told that harry was in a meeting for oscorp, and had to wait for the boy to come down. scanning the foyer you were in, it looked grand, but was dimly lit which made it more eerie than intended. you both didnt know what to expect except the awkwardness that will fill in between you three. while waiting for harry, you and peter were softly kicking each other to keep each other from getting bored. 

the clacks of someones shoes broke the silence and both you and peter had turned to see harry. harry looked different, he grew into his looks, the ridiculous side part has yet to leave his personality. 

" peter parker.. and marlene monae. its like seeing ghosts. " harry chuckled, staring at you both. 

" hey harry. " peter greeted with a gentle tone, not wanting harry to push you both away. 

you just forced a smile towards the boy who nodded. " uhm, what brings you both here? "

" we saw the news, heard about your dad and just wanted to see you and  how you are doing. " it was now your turn to speak. you didnt want to offend harry, trying to sound as sincerely as you intended with the words that came out. 

" im uh with some people,  im in a meeting " harry voiced out, eyes flickering between you both. 

" we didnt mean to intrude, really. i knew how it feels to lose a parent. " a sigh left peters lips. he truly wanted to be there for his friend. the conversation felt awkward and you didnt know what to do other than mess with your skin. glancing back at peter, you continued, " we just wanted to let you know that we are here for you if you need us " 

harry nodded, whispering out a " thank you " . 

it was silent for a moment and you seriously wanted to tension to stop. clasping your hands together, you look between peter and harry, " it was nice to see you again, harry " smiling towards the boy, you glance back at peter. peter got the hint and nodded. as you both turned to the door, harry spoke. 

" i see that you have gotten your braces out, " you could tell that harry had let his guard down with the tone of his voice. you missed this harry that enjoyed messing around, " and you have better style now huh " harry eyed you up and down. he always teased about how plain you dress up in the past. 

seeing peter smile at harrys words warmed you dearly. peter had both of his friends back into his life and peter couldnt be more happy. 

" you still blow dry your hair every morning? " peter laughed. harry stepped down onto the stairs, chuckling. 

" you know, one of my servants holds the hair dryer and i work the comb " harry cracked a smile, he was shocked at how quickly he let his old friends back into his life, but he wasnt mad at all. 

when harry reached the bottom of the stairs, he opened up his arms wanting a hug. without hesitation peter ran to harry like a little child, engulfing harry into a bear hug. you have seen peter happy when hes around his friends, but peter has never been this happy to have a friend back into your life. ( you messed up, thats why he didnt seem to happy to see you, right marlene? ) 

after harry released peter from his grasp, he opened his arms slightly, offering you a hug that you gladly accepted. you and harry usually shared hugs with one another in the past. it was tradition, whenever you two see each other or needed one another, a hug was always shared, and jokes were passed around. 

peter was happy seeing his friends reconcile, but his eyes didnt miss the way harrys hands held your waist. was it normal? he knew your relationship with harry in the past, but he didnt remember it to be this touchy. maybe it was because he was just jealous. the hug lasted longer than he anticipated, his ears didnt miss the light thumping of someones heart during the shared hug. it couldnt be yours, he was used to hearing your heart beat and didnt sound like yours. maybe harry was nervous. peter didnt know. 

it wasnt long before the trio found themselves walking through a park which located in the middle of the town. harry and peter were conversing, letting you take in the atmosphere. 

" what? you got yourself a lady? " harry joked while watching peter lean back onto the railing. that was what made you and peter lock eyes. harry caught that, a smile starting to appear on his lips. 

" wait, you two? " harry questioned. 

when you were about to answer harry, peter beat you to it. " you sound surprised, well we were just about to tell you " peter winked. 

" well i am, i just didnt think a hot looking woman would end up with a nerd. " harry joked, " i mean dont get me wrong im happy for you both. " you were probably oblivious enough to not notice the tone in harrys voice, but peter clearly did. 

" well thank you harry, but how bout you get yourself a woman before talking " you winked at harry, challenging harry. 

" i have one in mind, but shes off limits. " harry sighed, eye flicking between you and peter. 

" spill right now. "  you cheered, its been a long time since you heard your best friend talk about his crushes. 

" spill? its that like a slang-? " harry was cut off with a slap in the head. of course it was from you. peter didnt like the interaction one bit, he didnt expect you and harry click so fast after years of not meeting. it took you less than an hour to let your guard down with harry, but it took you a few weeks to fully get comfortable with peter. peter just couldn't understand. 

harry however, was more delighted to have you talk to him. he had missed your eagerness whenever he shared about his dream girl which was practically you. he did feel upset when he found out that you and peter were an item. if you and peter werent together, hed for sure have started something with you. he knew peter saw the way he held your waist, the way he brought your hips closer to his, the way he buried his face in the crook of your neck. but who is he to break you two apart. you were his best friends girl. or are you really?

#harry osborn x reader #tasm!harry osborn #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!harry osborn x reader #peter parker x reader #dane dehaan #andrew garfield #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield x female reader #andrew garfield x you #valerianxreader #valerian and the city of a thousand planets #harry osborn #one shots #imagines #tasm!peter imagine #tasm fic #tasm!peter fluff

[multifariousqueer]

Romeo and Juliet

summary: You and Peter are supposed to be arch enemies. Your families look down upon and spit on one another. But maybe something will change their hearts.

Warnings: ANGST, smut in later chapters, character death, all of the warnings that go along with normal Romeo and Juliet, Avengers being douchy, VERY MINOR AGE GAP, hints of Dom!Peter, experienced!Peter x innocent!reader, cursing

pairings: peterparker(mcu)xreader, wandaxreader(plutonic) basically everyonexreader(plutonic), pietromaximoffxreader

Prologue:

Many, Many years ago lived two young kids in love. One came from the blood of Stark, the other from the blood of Rogers. The families were nothing less than enemies with no respect for each other and a cold hatred for one another. The noble house of Stark raised some of the best and brightest whereas the house of Rogers raised the most powerful and brave. The beautiful Y/n L/n came from the house of Rogers where her gifts were nurtured and even encouraged. And up until the age of 16, she knew nothing but happiness and love from her father Steve Rogers (who adopted her) and her mother Natasha Romanoff. The other part of the shared heart, Peter Parker was brought into the house of Stark for his unwavering loyalty and his incredible intelligence. However, up until he turned 17, he felt as if something was missing. He was fawned over and gawked at however he could never find anyone who was worth his time, no matter how hard the other members of Stark tried. Tony would host grand parties and balls but no one piqued Peter’s interest. They were all the same it felt like; lacking any sort of intelligence or substance. One day, Peter decided he had had enough,

Present Day:

(Peter’s POV)

It was another day. Tony had decided to throw another ball tonight to celebrate his house making well into the trillions and beating out Steve’s house who was still in the millions. Peter never cared about money because he was poor before he was taken in. He remembered the nights May would go hungry just to feed him and now, it was disgusting how rich May and Him are thanks to him just following his moral compass and deciding to intern under Stark. Peter loved learning all about science and mathematics but he always felt like he wanted more. He wanted a companion to share his passion for the disciplines and it didn’t even have to be Math or Science. He wanted to make love and not just have mindless sex; and talk about the world afterwards. If it boiled down to it, he wanted to run away and be with the woman he loves. 

Peter pulled himself out of a trance when he heard F.R.I.D.A.Y.:

“Sir. Parker, Mr. Leeds is here to see you”

“Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y.” Peter sighed.

“No problem, sir” F.R.I.D.A.Y. answered systematically.

Ned came right behind F.R.I.D.A.Y. and saw Peter’s glum face:

“Hey dude” Ned nodded

“Hey man” Peter smiled.

They both exchanged their handshake before going out for a walk under the citrus trees:

“Why the long face?” Ned asked.

“No reason. I’m good.” Peter said without even looking up.

“Peter, I know when you're lying. We’ve been friends for 11 years. Is this about the girl thing again?” Ned asked even though he already knew the answer when Peter’s silence confirmed it.

“Dude” Ned rolled his eyes.

“I know, I know, it’s stupid but it’s really eating me up inside. I just want somebody.” Peter sighed.

“Tell you what, we can pick up some girls at the ball tonight.” Ned said.

“NED I’M SICK OF “PICKING UP GIRLS” I WANT A WIFE NOT A WHORE.” Peter yelled.

“okay dude, you didn't have to yell” Ned said quietly.

“I’m sorry bro. Maybe she’ll be at the ball tonight.” Peter said, trying to fix the situation.

“I hope so” Ned said. They fist bumped and kept walking.

(Y/n’s POV)

“Y/NNNNNNN” Your mom called.

“COMINGGG” You replied.

You check your clock and it’s 11:00 AM. You slipped on your robe and headed downstairs because if you didn’t, your mom would drag you out of your bed. You reached the bottom of the stairs when you see Wanda, Sam, Bucky and your dad at the table:

“Look all I’m saying is that Stark is only throwing the ball because he has nothing better to do with his time and he’s an arrogant ass-” Sam started.

“Hey, Y/n!” Wanda shouted interrupting. This earned her an eye roll from Sam.

“Hey, Wands” You say.

“Hey I wanted to talk to you about why you're spending so much time in your room.” Nat said.

“No reason. I just like it up there.” You reply.

Wanda reads your mind and sees the true reason for your depression. 

“Ugh this again?” Wanda questions.

“Oh God, Y/n not this partner rant again.” Your mom says. “What partner rant?” Steve asked

“Y/n is just lonely.” Nat says passively. 

“As many people as there are in this house and you're lonely??” Steve asks.

“Dad I'm not lonely. I just want a partner, someone who shares my intellect and ambitions.” You say.

“What intellect?” Steve asks half jokingly.

You were getting fed up at this point and decided to go upstairs and change into a comfy outfit and go for a walk:

“Where are you going?” Your mom asks.

“For a walk” You say not even bothering to shoot her a glance.

#peter parker angst #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker #peter parker smut #mcu #wanda maximoff #bucky barnes #sam wilson #natasha romanoff #tom holland x reader #tom!peter parker smut #ned leeds #foryou #peter parker x fem #romeo and juliet

[claraswritings]

I Was Meant To Know You - SPOILER HEAVY

NOTE: This fic contains SPOILERS. If you have not seen No Way Home and don’t want SPOILERS, this is your FINAL SPOILER WARNING. I have tagged NWH Spoilers, if you haven’t blacklisted that, do not come moaning at me. You go into the tags at your own choice.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (Andrew Garfield Peter/Peter 3/TASM Peter)

Warnings: SPOILERS, language, some angst, ambiguous ending. Also this was written in like half an hour and hasn’t been properly proof read.

Tags: @snixx2088 @awesomemikaus @sheridans-dynamos

****

When you’d heard a frantic knocking on your door late into the evening, you had expected it to be Mr Michaels from the floor above, complaining about some imaginary noise. You had not expected what met you when you opened it.

“Can we come in? Please. We have nowhere else to go, Jamesons got people outside my school, you’re the only person I can trust,”

On your doorstep stood Peter Parker and his two friends. He looked absolutely exhausted.

“Plus we need all the help we can get, can we use your lab?” He asked hopeful despite the bruises and cuts. “We need cures for these…guys”

Your eyes flicked to his friends and back and you felt a wave of sympathy. He’d been through hell these past few weeks, with the false accusations and having his identity exposed and god knows what else. The whole thing was beyond ridiculous.

When you’d had some officer show up and ask you questions, grilling you as if you were an accomplice in “Spider-Man’s murder of the hero Mysterio” you’d had to do all you could not to slam the door in his face at the absurdity of the statement. Peter Parker was not a murderer and Mysterio was no hero.

And now here he stood, bruised, bloody and asking you for help and you, of course, wouldn’t say no.

“Fine, you can work here and I’ll help as much as I can but…clean up… please” you raised your eyebrows. “Not like last time you tried cooking something up here, I was cleaning whatever that was off my ceiling for weeks,” you rolled your eyes, only semi serious.

“Thank you so much, Ms. [Name], I owe you one, we won’t be long” Peter gave you a half smile “… if you could fix one cure or something it would really help… “

“There’s the Sandman, the electric guy, the…” MJ paused waving a hand vaguely “lizard person, tentacles and…the green elf?”

“Technically Dr Octopus is already cured,” Ned chimed in from behind Peter.

“I’m sorry, Doctor What… you know what,” you stopped yourself. “I’m… I’m used to it, I’m used to it,” you told yourself, moving out of the door and letting the trio in.”Sure, I’ll try help with a cure”

“Oh,” Peter turned. “There’s one more thing…”

***

You’d began busying yourself with the sand debris that they’d been able to collect, left behind by Marko.

One of the other Peters had told you he’d fought him before and given you a run down on exactly how he’d become the Sandman, you’d caught on pretty quick and began trialling ways of reversing the process on small drops, a few grains at a time under a microscope.

As you worked you couldn’t quite shake the absolute absurdity of the situation you were in. Carefully placing down your pipette, you turned.

“Parker.”

The three men looked up.

“That one,” you pointed at your universes Peter.

You took a long drink from your mug which was still emitting steam. The warm liquid burned a little bit if you were honest, you didn’t really care.

“I’m used to super…people, on all sides of the moral scale, space I can deal with, hell I’m in regular touch with a guy who lives in space but different universes? Like the multiverse? Like for real this time?” Your voice was hushed. “This isn’t some weird practical joke?”

You were aware of how silly your question sounded. With three Peter Parker’s in the same room but Peter, of this universe knew exactly what you were saying without saying it. It was understandable you’d want some reassurance.

You’d been with Fury and Hill in Mexico when Beck had shown up, he’d played you as well as he had anyone. He’d played the mentor and friend card to Peter but to you… Beck knew he needed compassion and trust from inside SHIELD and nothing clouded judgement like the possibility of a new romance. He knew he wouldn’t be able to charm Hill. She was never out of Fury’s sights as his right hand woman but you… he’d lain it on thick.

When you’d first met he’d held back as you worked on your project, and coyly told you how you reminded him of his dead wife from his universe, how he’d never thought he’d see anyone like her again… and could he possibly take you for a coffee and of course, you’d been swept up in the moment of a handsome hero flirting with you, only to have the rug pulled from under you when he’d brought half of Tower Bridge down and his illusions had come with it.

“Yeah. It’s real this time.” Your universes Peter met your eyes “I swear,”

You looked to the other Peters, slightly apprehensively.

“I’ve already asked them to prove it,” MJ said casually “They’re real”. You liked her. If she wanted it, once she was done with college, you’d be putting in a word with Fury.

“Fuck” you exhaled and leant back against your desk.

“Hang on… did you say you know a guy who lives in space?” A voice from one of the other benches cut through your thoughts.

Your gaze flicked over to one of the other Peters. He was tall, lean with thick, dark hair. Older than your universes Peter but younger than the other man, who was now jotting down formulas carefully. He was, as you noticed now you were making eye contact with him, pretty cute.

Was that weird? Your universes Peter was like a much younger brother. Was it weird to find one of the other Peters cute? He was closer to your age and it’s not wrong to objectively acknowledge he was good looking.

“Yeah…I know a few. Thor. then Carol, they’re kind of like you guys… but with… “ your hand brushed through your hair “look it doesn’t matter she’s in space and…then there’s Quill and the rest of the Guardians…sometimes they’ll drop off any scrap tech they find to see if we have a use for it” you trailed off when you realised he was still staring at you. “Sorry I must sound really lame or really weird”

“You can actually contact… you can contact people in space, that is…crazy” He moved around, momentarily distracted from working on the reverse serum for Dr Connors “And you use space tech?” He stopped stood at the opposite side of the desk from you, grinning.

He turned to the oldest of the Peters “Do you…do you have that? Cause I don’t have that. That’s amazing, that’s so cool”

The Peter he was speaking to shrugged “I fought an alien symbiote once…” he paused, deciding not to get into it . “But actual contact with space. No…nope don’t have that,” he smiled before turning back.

***

You listened intently, the reverse formula for the Sandman brewing in a test tube and were now listening to the other Peter talk about the cure for the Lizard. It was simmering, a violent blue colour emitting from it.

Having finished first and with the others deep in formulas and plans you’d settled over the desk with a warm drink each, you’d asked him about it.

“Are we skirting over the fact that you helped invent a serum that can regrow limbs” you paused “That’s… amazing! And you were in high school when you did that?”

He nodded, a little surprised at your enthusiasm “Yeah…I mean… the side effect of turning into a giant lizard and trying to convert New York” Peter broke your eye contact and picked at a thread on his lab coat, muttering the last sentence with a half smile. “Kinda takes the shine off it”

“Eh I guess it’s a bit too major to stick in the small print” you joked and he laughed, for what he felt was the first time in a while.

“Still…that shit could change the world…I mean I know you guys save the world weekly but to me” you mimed having your mind blown. “That’s incredible”

Suddenly realising your perhaps over the top enthusiasm, you took a breath as your hands drummed against the side of your mug. “It’s insane… sorry, I find this kinda stuff so cool,”

“No don’t apologise, I do too” Peter shot you a smile and you felt yourself blush a little.

“I work with science and tech so…” you hand waved away the long explanation.

“That’s putting it lightly, man. She’s brilliant at this stuff. She worked with Dr Banner…on this drug that slows your heart rate to 1 beat a minute… Didn’t she also help with that cloaking thing on the jet… the one the Vulture tried to…”

“Ned” MJ interrupted him with a sharp elbow.

“You wanna get some air?” You offered “These guys are still sorting their cures and I could do with some”

***

You sat together on the rooftop, staring out at the expanse of New York before you. You sitting on the actual roof whilst Peter, leant on the edge of the building, a clear sign of any that he was used to the heights and unconcerned with the safety hazard in the way a non-super powered person would be.

“Yknow it’s crazy” he spoke “it looks the same… more or less… except that’s different,” Peter pointed over at what once was Stark Tower. “That’s the Oscorp building where I am”

“Oscorp?” You looked over your shoulder at it then back at him as he looked from the building to you.

“You don’t… have that?”

“Nope,”

“At least you still have the Empire State, that’s my go to place, You ever been?” Peter asked.

“Yeah, but not in the way you have, I bet the views even better from your perspective” you let out a laugh and paused. This felt like a normal conversation.

“It’s something else…I’d offer to show you…but I think we’ll be needed soon” Peter was leaning over the edge, even further to the city streets below, hands drumming casually on the rail.

You laughed “Yeah, skipping out when there’s a bunch of supervillains loose wouldn’t go down too well”

“Another time,” he smiled. You didn’t know if you’d get another time but the idea alone was nice. It was like conversing with an old friend.

The two of you fell into a back and forth for some time. It felt easy with him, it wasn’t as weird as it should have been considering the different universes. To you, to this Peter, it felt natural.

“Is there a me in your universe?” You asked after some time.

Peter shook his head “If there is, we’ve never met, unfortunately” He scratched his neck.

“Unfortunately?” You questioned with a slight smile. You’d wondered what an alternative you was doing, who she knew, what she was like but now you were wondering what he meant with that last word.

“Yeah, uhh, I think we’d get on, yknow, you’re pretty cool and…”

Before you could reply, the slamming open of the door to the roof rattled open causing you to almost drop your mug.

“Guys, it’s done.” Ned leant against the heavy metal door, propping it open. “Peter..my…our…this Peter…” he paused “Is leading them to the Statue of Liberty, you should go”

Peter beside you cast a look over at you then to Ned “Where will you guys be? Will you be somewhere safe”

Ned nodded “I can…it’s how I got you to my Grandmas house…” he waved a hand in the air “I’ll open that when we’re needed. Until then…we wait for them to be done…”

“You sure you can do that again,” you asked him.

“Yeah I mean, how hard can it be?”

“Okay” you exhaled “Good luck,” you turned to Peter “Stay safe and look out for each other”

“You know…” you said to Ned as you watched the alternative Peter swing off “I thought the Blip was going to be the weirdest thing that happened this year, then Mysterio showed up and now this? I think it’s time I stopped keeping track”

***

The battle was won, the villains had been neutralised and all that needed to be done was resetting the timeline.

“Hey Ms [[Name]],” your universes Peter landed next to you “Dr Stra- Stephen…he’s fixing everything but it means…no one’s going to remember me…” he exhaled. The reality of what was about to hit him was sinking in.

“What?!” You choked out “Peter, no, that’s insane there has to be something-“ Magic wasn’t your field, far from it, you were a woman of technology, of science but surely there was another way. It seemed so unfair, he’d just gotten together with the girl he liked, he was supposed to be going to college, he was too young for this.

Peter1 shook his head “This is it, it has to be or…” he paused as you both looked skyward at the violent purple cracks “Thank you… for everything,”

You pulled him into a tight hug “I’ll miss you, Peter, it’s been good knowing you,”

Over his shoulder you could see Ned and MJ and knew he’d want time with them.

“Go see them,” you flicked your head at them. “And promise me you’ll look after yourself,”

He gave you a nod before zipping over to where his friends stood. You ran down to where Peter3 stood, helping prop up Peter2 who’d taken the worst injuries, having being stabbed from behind.

“Are you okay,” Peter3 used his free hand to tilt your face upward, checking you for any cuts or bruises.

“Never mind me… are you both okay,” you looked at him then to the other Peter “I mean probably a stupid question… do you need like a doctor or something? Strange can help.”

Peter2 grimaced “I’ll be okay, I’ve had worse”

“You’ve had worse than that?” You rose your eyebrows.

“Well…it’s not the first time I’ve been stabbed. Kinda a work hazard,”

“Fair point.” You smiled slightly at him and were relieved when he was able to smile back in spite of the pain he must have been in. “Get it checked when you’re home though…please”

Peter2 nodded “Of course”

“You sure you’re okay” Peter3’s eyes scanned over you.

“Yeah” you smiled and he returned it. “I’m just glad everyone is…fixed”

“Yknow this is a weird thing to say but… considering the sitiuation, it’s been nice. I’ve not felt this… normal in… well since… for a long time”

“Me too,” you lingered on the words “I suppose this is goodbye?” You looked down at your clothes, covered in dust, debris and back at him. “You’ll be going back soon,”

You didn’t really want the answer, you already knew it. It felt somewhat cruel.

A few months ago, Mysterio shows up claiming to be from another world and you were charmed by him only for him to turn out to be a fraud, no other universe, no powers, just a man with a vendetta and excellent tech.

Now you’d met someone actually from another universe. The proof already there and you knew he was a good guy. He was another Peter Parker, of course he was a good guy.

“Yeah…” he looked down and then back to you and once again he felt a jolt in his heart.

The words back at the lab ran through his mind. Peter2 had asked him if he’d had someone, and he’d brushed it off, saying he had no time. Even when Peter3 had offered the suggestion that maybe it just wasn’t meant for guys like them, his counterpart had reassured him, not to give up.

Truth being told, he’d not felt any connection with anyone since Gwen’s death, he’d never even considered it, not until you… and there’d likely never be a chance to find out what that connection was.

“I mean… maybe I can convince Strange to let you visit sometime”

You knew it wasn’t possible. You both knew soon you’d and Strange would forget your universes Peter… which meant you’d forget any of this ever happened… which meant you’d forget he was ever here.

“I don’t want to forget this happened, I don’t want to forget…” you felt tears brim. The panic was setting in now and you could feel your heart beat in your ears.

“I don’t want that either,” Peter3 muttered. The thought of him returning to his life with you having no recollection of anything that happened was something that caused a knot in the deepest pit of his stomach. He brushed your hair off your shoulder.

He gave Peter2 a quick glance, a wordless acknowledgment passed between them, a method of communicating you sensed was only between them, before he lead you a few steps away.

“Look… I lost someone… A while ago” It had been 2014 when he’d lost her, nearly ten years ago…but to Peter3, it could have been yesterday for as much as he could still remember it.

“Someone really really important to me. Ever since then I’ve never thought I’d meet someone I had a connection with again…” he spoke quickly, both for fear he’d be pulled back before he could finish and also not wanting to linger too long on painful memories “until you…am I crazy or…”

You shook your head “I feel like I was meant to know you” The lump in your throat was almost stopping your words from coming out.

“Come with me,” he offered so quickly, he’d barely had a chance to realise he’d said it. “There’s no you in my universe…it wouldn’t be the same anyway, I know we’ve barely met but I feel like I was meant to find you,”

“How can I?” You bit your lip. It sounded crazy, maybe it WAS crazy. Hell when you’d been thinking about a fresh start the other week, you’d been thinking about maybe dyeing your hair or something… not crossing worlds but now you were faced with it… why not.

***

Stephen stared at you, the reality of what you were asking sinking in.

“You want to cross universes? Are you sure about this. There’s no guarantee it’ll even work,” his gaze flickered back to the purple cracks opening over the skyline as he attempted to close the voids.

“I need a fresh start. It seems like this is a sign if any to take it. Please,” you asked. “When you send back everyone, send me with him,”

He sighed “I’ll try [Name], but I can’t promise anything, go wait with him,”

“Thank you, Stephen. For everything,” you nodded and made your way back over to Peter3.

“Does anyone else have any changes to the spell before I start?” He paused, hands in the air, ready to begin. “It needs to be now,”

“No I promise, I promise this is everything,”. A quick call was shot over your shoulder as you reached Peter3, he looked optimistically hopeful.

“What happened? Are you coming? Can he do it?”

“Yeah, he thinks so,” you reached for his hand, “I’m coming with you,”

“I’ll see you on the other side,” he smiled at you before you saw the bright light engulf him and then you, taking you beyond.

****

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[petrparkrslut]

spider-woman

(AU) peter finds out your secret identity, and enjoys it a little more than you would’ve thought. 

pairings: non-hero!peterparker x hero!reader. BOTH OVER 18

w: kissing, thigh riding, praise, hand job, oral (male recieiving), nicknames, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, overstimulation, half edited work, straight filth 

wc: 4.5k

18+, NSFW.

You release the grasp on your foot, standing on both feet and shaking out the rest of the eye gouging feeling. Your spandex covered wrist aims to the nearest brick structure, shooting out your perfectly formulated webs in an instant. 

You’re back and swinging in the air immediately, the New York breeze flooding through the small holes of your suit effortlessly. You've made this exact route numerous times, swinging and flipping through red brick buildings at every corner. 

You can see your glowing room from a short distance away, and you dont think youve ever been happier to be home. As soon as you can rest your heel the better. You curse at yourself for forgetting to turn off your light, knowing just how much your older sister hates it. 

You stick to your window just as you do every night, slowly sliding open the glass and pulling yourself through the white curtains that hang on the inside. You close the window just as softly, letting out a sigh of relief once you're finally inside the comfort of your own bedroom. 

Your padded feet step further into your room, eyes squinted shut as you crack your neck. Your hair runs freely as you tug off your mask, draping over the embroidered webs that scatter routinely across the suit. 

“I’m home, Lex!” you call to your sister while rubbing your head to try and release some of the built up pressure from having your hair suctioned to inside your suit all day. Its like having your hair up in a high ponytail every day of your life. 

Youre incredibly grateful for Lexi. Shes a good ten years older than you, and after your parents bailed on you at the ripe age of 8, shes been considered your legal guardian. Without her, youd be no where.

You turn and face your bed, freezing in your footsteps as your blood runs cold. 

Peter stares at you as he sits innocently on your mattress, mouth slightly parted and eyes blinking slowly. You drop your mask in your hands, letting it fall to the floor as you hold your breath. His eyes follow down to wear your mask hit the floor, and then back up at his suited up girlfriend in shock.

“Are you- Spiderwoman?” he points to you as he speaks at a nearly inaudible level, not believing the words coming out of his own mouth.

“No! No no no, I’m um, I’m in a play,” you give him a nervous laugh, picking your mask up from the floor and tossing it into your closet hastily. 

“You? Youre in a play?” his lips turn upward into a cheeky smile, and you cant help but smile at his tanned face. His hair is ruffled as it usually is, styled by nothing but the wind of the city. 

“Ok but you cant tell anyone Peter im serious, its bad enough that you know. You cant let anyone know that you know, okay? You have to promise me that,” you ramble quickly, hating that he knows because of the danger hes put into. Although, selfishly, a sense of relief washes through your body like a medicine you never knew you needed. Him knowing is a breath of fresh air. Not having to lie to him every day is three tons lifted off of your shoulders. 

“So you are? Youre actually spiderwoman?” he looks confused, almost as if he didnt expect it to be true. His eyes frantically roam up and down your body, trying to prove to himself that it has actually been his girlfriend behind the mask all this time. 

As his eyes scan your figure up and down, he finds his cheeks growing hot, noticing how absolutely delicious you look in that suit. The way the red contrasts with your eyes so perfectly, or how that spandex hugs your curves so tight. The outline of your firm breasts and your strong thighs make Peter's throat run dry.

“Peter?” you snap his attention, making him lift his head back up to look into your eyes instead of your silhouette. 

“Hm?” he hums cluelessly, the look on his eyes holding the power to make you drop to your knees at the sight of him. That is, if Peter doesnt beat you to it. 

“I was talking,” you smile, giving him a confused look at his ignorance towards your words earlier. 

“Oh, im sorry. Go on, im listening,” he shakes his head twice, trying to get back in the appropriate mind set so he could take in what youre saying.

But that suit. Your hair lying on the fabric so flawlessly. His hands running up and down your enhanced curves, grasping that hair and fucking you as hard as he can. The things he would do to rip every thread of that suit until you're forced to sit bare and vulnerable in front of him, completely at his mercy. 

You come and sit next to him on the bed as you continue explaining everything to Peter, rambling on and on but not knowing he wasnt listening to a single word you were saying. Your thighs spread out after coming in contact with the mattress below you, leaving Peter a desperate mess in front of you. 

The dark shadow under your breasts is straight eye candy, and he wonders how that chest would look with his cum dripping down it, he wonders if its bare underneath. His eyes follow the slim of your waist slowly, wanting to squeeze your covered sides until you're begging for him to finally take the suit off. 

His brown eyes glaze over your pink lips, watching them move as you talk so passionately. Your tongue slips through a number of times, the sight making him pulse under the confines of his blue jeans. 

Suddenly, his lips crash into yours, cutting off your words with hunger. You inhale quickly at the sudden contact, still kissing him back nonetheless.

“Peter!” you start, before being shut up by the mint taste of his tongue on your lips. 

“Shut up,” he whispers lowly as his hand reaches up to cup just underneath your ear. Your lower stomach raves at the words, a sudden heat rising in your body.

Peters hands finally roam all around your suited body, groaning into your lips at the touch. It was better than he couldve ever expected.. It was a feeling he didnt know he could grow so addicted to so quickly.

He pushes your stomach, forcing you to lay your back over your pink and white comforter. The soft colors adding innocence to the sins above. His body hovers over yours as his arms rest near your head. You catch sight of the veins running down his skin, feeling your core squirm at the sight of it. 

“Dont know if i can ever forgive you,” he whispers, kissing down your neck, “keeping such a wonderful secret from me.” he swirls his tongue and sucks hard at every spot he could possibly find, his only goal to litter you with his marks until theres no more room. 

Your back arches up from the mattress, stomach colliding with his in pleasure. Peter knows he can't fulfill every one of his fantasies of you in this suit tonight, but god, youre not making it easy. 

His teeth tug back on your skin, returning to your lips to feel your magic tongue once more. His lips devour you with so much passion and need, hands grasping any inch of your body in reach. His large hand lays flat on your stomach, slowly inching further and further down until his palm is just above where you need it most. 

His palm presses softly onto the area, making you squirm in impatience. Your face wearing the expression that he just loves to see you in so much. Hes convinced nothing is better than teasing you.

You cant wait any longer, taking control of the situation yourself by flipping you over so that youre on top. Peters tip throbs underneath your straddle as he takes in the sight in front of him, holding himself back from fucking just like this; your tits in his face and his hands on your perfect hips. 

Your lips find his again just as soon as they left, not giving Peter a second to breathe.

“Why were you in my room, Pete?” you mumble against his swollen lips, pressing your forehead to his as you speak before reconnecting your lips again. 

“Lex let me in,” he spits out quickly, not having any space in his racing mind for chatting. All he knows is the way you sit so perfectly perched on top of him makes him weak. He's not sure if he’d rather have you naked on top of him or if he prefers you just like this, covered head to toe in thin spandex with your hair riled so flawlessly. 

You bring your gloved fingers down to the button of his jeans, popping it open with one hand quickly and unzipping it at the same time. He lets out a quiet groan at the slight relief, desperate to feel you ache around him like you always do. No matter how much of a hero people say you are, youll always be putty around him.

As Peter goes to help shimmy his pants off, you beat him to it, shooting a web to the top of the jeans and pulling them off of you without looking. Your lips stay with his the whole time, too indulged to detach.

Your hips start to mindlessly grind against his bare thigh, his boxers riding further up his thigh the more you roll onto him. His hands grasp your sides needily, never knowing when to stop. He never wanted to stop, if he could keep himself in this moment of time for the rest of his life, he would. 

You hips start rolling against his strong thighs quicker, sudden pleasure rushing through your veins with no sign of stopping soon. Your lips break from the kiss, entirely focusing on the newfound pleasure beneath you. Youre a puddle in your suit,legs clenching around his thigh as you grind into him helplessly.

“That feel good? Fucking my thigh?” he whispers to you, spurring you on as he watches what hes only dreamed of before. You nod frantically, not being able to push any words out over top of your moans and breaths. Your head rolls back as you ride him quicker, legs shaking at the way his muscled thighs feel against you.

He shoves his lips into the new space you made for him, kissing up and down your neck once again. The two sensations blend perfectly with each other, strangling your words as you try to speak.

Your hands reach behind his head, tugging at his brunette hair harshly. He groans into your neck at the feeling, craving the power you hold over him. 

“Doing so good for me,” he lays sloppy kisses to your jawline, “Always my good girl.”

His words pulse through your veins like firecrackers that never stop going off, sending electricity to every vein in your body. 

“Im gonna,” you you barely push out, being interrupted by a loud moan, “Fuck Im-” your body loses it, its only focus the heat under your waist. He begins bouncing his thigh underneath you, and you can feel the flex of his muscles with every movement.

“C'mon pretty girl, you gonna cum all over that suit for me?” your hands tug harder at his hair than they ever have before, back arching into him as you hit what feels like an earth shattering orgasm. 

He sucks on your jawline as you ride out the feeling for as long as possible, slowing down as you start to feel more sensitive. Your suit is covered in your juices, soaking through the thin material and dampening Peter's thigh.

Hot breaths fill the air around you as you come down from your orgasm with a smile. You lean into his lips lazily, pulling at his bottom lip seductively. Lucky for him, its rare to ever get you completely exhausted. Your hand trails down his stomach until it reaches his swollen cock, earning a low moan from him at the contact. You can feel how bad he needs you, how bad hes been waiting to feel your pretty lips around him since the moment he saw you in that suit. 

You slide off of his legs and onto the floor in front of him, giving him an innocent glance as you sit on your knees. You radiate pure sex, every inch of you always looking inviting. His body shimmies towards the end of the bed, sitting at the edge in front of your hungry face. You love the taste of his needy cock, the way it twitches on your tongue like untouched territory every time you take him. 

“You look so pretty like that,” he admires you as he brings a hand down to grasp your hair, “on your knees for me.”

You hum, fingertips reaching for the waistband of your boxers delicately. He watches as your gloved fingers tug on the material, looking flawlessly feminine as you continue to completely expose his lower half.

He lifts his shirt over his head at the same time, suddenly feeling too hot at the sight of his girlfriend on her knees for him. You dont think youve ever been fully clothed for this long, but god, he thinks this sight is just as good to your bare body. The power it gives you, the way it makes him fold to your feet. 

He sits completely naked in front of you, his toned chest making your mouth water. Your nipples go hard as you look at him, never having seen him so submissive before. He’ll do anything you want him to do when he sees you in that suit, and you know it.

Your teeth bite down on the tip of your gloved middle finger, sliding it off in slow movement. He watches you carefully, completely enthralled in the way you move. The skin of your hand makes an appearance, and its angelic look holds Peter in a chokehold. 

You spit onto your hand, holding eye contact with Peter the entire time. You can tell hes getting nervous under your scare, and you love it. You love seeing him a mess for you. Watching him break down his walls and become completely enticed in you is better than anything you've ever accomplished. 

You grab his length with your wet hand, noticing his thighs flexing at the needed contact. Your hand pumps him slowly, thumb pressing into the side of his tip teasingly. Heavy breaths run through your ear drums, the noise alone enough to send you into another orgasm.

“Y/n, please,” his eyes squint shut as your hand moves quicker, and you cock your head innocently. 

“What, Peter?” your angelic voice sends shivers down his spine. 

“I need it, so bad,” his voice pushes out lower than usual, antsy breaths forcing their way in between his words. You smile at his state, seeing him fall apart in front of you after being touched for only a few seconds.

“You need what? Use your words,” you spur him on, moving along him faster as you thumb works at his tip. His head rolls back at the new speed, mouth open as his adams apple peels through. His jaw clenches, being too overwhelmed to spit it out.

“Your- fuck, mouth, please baby, so badly,” he whimpers to you blindly as a grin creeps upon your face. 

“Good boy,” you whisper softly, nearly inaudible as your lips now hover over his reddening tip. You spit over his slit, watching his hand grasp the bed sheets at the feeling. Your pink tongue runs up every inch of him, stopping once it reaches your thumbs spot. 

You kiss the top gently before wrapping your lips around only the tip. Your eyes glance up to his body, his abs flexing at the feeling he's been waiting for forever.  You press your tongue flat against the most sensitive part, being rewarded by groans coming from above you. 

His cock throbs under the feeling of that tongue of yours, desiring it more than anything in the world. You take in more of him, pushing yourself farther down until his tip hits the back of your throat. You easily refrain from gagging, not ever having a problem with it. Youre not sure if its genetics or just something to do with your spiderbite, but either way, Peter cant get enough of it.

He lets out a loud moan at the depth, not afraid to be loud. His strong hands get a tight grip on your messy hair, holding your loose strands back. His fingernails dig into your scalp, causing a moan to slip through your throat and onto his dick. The beautiful noise sends vibrations into him, and now he cant hold back.

The sounds of sweet moans and desperate breaths tant the space around you. His mouth is open and gasping for air as he forces his eyes to stay open and look at the view in front of him. His woman kneeling before him in such a dating yet naive nature, taking him in no matter how deep he goes. Your suit hugs your figure so gracefully as you sit, hips enlarging as you sit. He stares at your breasts, noticing the hard bud that peeks through the skin tight fabric.

“So close,” he manages to fumble out, staring at you bobbing your head against him. The sweetest eye candy he's ever tasted. 

You go even quicker, never getting tired for him. He loses it as you hum against his dip, cock so deep in your throat hes shocked youre still breathing for him. You pull his dick out of your mouth as you feel him seconds away from finishing. Your hand slides up and down him quickly as his tip aims for your chest, and a gleam of excitement goes through his brown eyes.

A loud moan erupts from deep in his chest, muscles flexing as he releases all over your chest. He peers down at you with heavy breathing, still convinced all of this is some dream. His cum drips down your suit, covering the tiny black spider and slipping down the shape of your breasts slowly.

“Shit,” he breathes out, lying down on his back over top of your sheets. His defined chest heaves up and down slowly, catching his breath. 

After a few moments had passed and he still didn't feel you lay next to him, he sat up, holding himself up on his forearms. His eyes widen as they land on you, standing up straight in the center of your bedroom. He watches closely as you slip off the spandex suit slowly, exposing your chest first before removing it completely. His lips part at the sight of your naked body, and suddenly his dick is already begging for more of you.

Peter sits on the edge of your bed, hot and bothered, as you undress. A thin layer of sweat glistens on top of your skin. You look absolutely delicious standing there, moonlight bouncing off your pretty breasts as your hair drapes over the surface of them.

“Please let me fuck you, angel,” he begs softly atop your sheets, staring at you. He’s utterly dazed as his eyes run across every inch of you, not knowing where to settle. Your eyes glance down at his already hard cock, his tip growing red once again.

“You cant finish,” you say to him as you walk over, straddling his naked body with your own. The skin to skin contact makes your heart jump, needing to feel him inside of you.

“Yeah, yeah I can. You remember? Sex ed senior year? I can finish twice, it's just that on my second time nothing will actually, you know, relea-” you shut him up with a kiss, smiling into his lips. Fucking nerd.

He kisses you back quickly, his hard dick rubbing against your clit as you push him back onto the bed. Your breasts brush against his bare chest as his hands pull at the skin on your waist. 

He cups one of your breasts in his hand, toying with it and pinching the nipple and a small moan slips out of your lips. He disconnects his lips from yours and replaces your lips with your tit, sucking on it as his hand works with the other. Your head lolls back at the feeling, you body feeling so free after being trapped in that suit for what felt like forever. 

His tongue circles around your hard nipple before nagging on it with his teeth using the perfect amount of pressure that makes your head spin. 

“Need to feel you,” he groans into your hot skin, too impatient for any more games. You need him inside of you just as bad as he needs you around him. 

He backs up from your chest kissing you one quick time before you sit up and grab his cock in your hand. You line his throbbing length up to your entrance, running it along your slits in a teasing motion before pushing his tip in. You dont go any further at first, loving the way Peter squirms beneath you in desperation.

You lower yourself fully now, his cock buried deep inside of you as you wrap tight around him. Your hips grind slowly on top of him, both of you knowing you wont last long after already experiencing orgasms a few moments prior. 

“Faster,” he says as his hands grasp onto your waist, attempting to help you move. Yet being on top of him is light work for a woman with strengths like you.

“Hm?” you question, and he knows how much you hate him being vague. He lets out a loud moan as you continue grinding your hips as you straddle him, his cock hitting your favorite spot everytime.

“Faster, please fuck me faster,” he pleas out, holding the slim of your waist tightly. 

At the mercy of his words, you bounce on top of him quickly, your tits moving up and down on your chest, making Peters mouth water. You look like pure sex on top of him, as if riding him was what you were born to do.

You radiate sublime erotica as you sit perfectly perched atop him. The shape of your breasts curving your body along with the sound of you and Peters slapping skin is enough to make his brain go haywire. 

His dick pins into you harshly with every move, slamming into your sweet spot that he's mapped out for months. He knows your body like he knows the back of his hand, using it to his advantage every time he gets the pleasure of your bare skin in front of him. He loves watching you squirm as he pushes your limits, making you find out things about yourself that you never thought you would.

A small noise of ecstasy slips through those sacred lips of yours with every hit, and suddenly, youre becoming weak under his touch. Your body starts to lose its perfect rhythm, staggering breaths taking over your strength. Peters hands grasp onto your hips more firm than they were before, taking matters into his own hands as he lifts you upwards and begins pounding into you at the same speed that you were. 

His waist bucks into your skin aggressively, harsh noises echoing around the room as you both tear apart your vocal cords with pleasure. 

“Ah- gonna cum Peter,” you slur out, head spinning as your clit rubs against his skin with every movement. 

“Let it out for me, angel,” your legs shake at his words and your thighs clutch together as your orgasm rips through you. Your head is hung back loosely, showing your marked up neck from earlier. He slows down his thrusts as he hits his orgasm too, eyes squeezing shut with furrowed brows as his chest releases a low groan at the feeling. 

He quickly flips you over so youre on the bottom, your tits shaking in front of him at every little movement. Youre still catching your breath from your high as he pulls out, the sudden emptiness not lasting for long before his fingers shove inside of you.

Your mouth falls open in shock, not expecting to feel his irresistible finger curl inside of you seconds after fucking you senseless. The two digits curl against the spot he knows all too well, making your back arch upwards and your toes curl behind him. 

His thumb begins to rub circles on your clit, leaving you absolutely speechless as his fingers work you to a third ograsm. Your nerves are overstimulated with the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure, and you feel yourself close to your third of the night within a short amount of seconds. 

“I-” you struggle to let any words out, body completely overwhelmed with the feeling of his veined fingers pumping inside of you quickly.

“Shhh,” he shushes you, working harder on your clit with his thumb. Hes never seen you like this; such a slutty mess underneath him. Your legs spread wide for him as he works for your high, watching you fall completely silent underneath his sinister touch. 

You finish loudly, your whole body freezing as a wave of pleasure floods through your bloodstream. Your eyes close as white flashes across your eyes, mouth hung open and hands gripping the sheets helplessly. 

His fingers stop moving inside of you, giving you the break that you both know your body needs. He pulls them out of you, drenched with you all over them. He brings his fingers up to your lips, gesturing for you to open up before shoving his fingers on your tongue and letting you clean yourself off his fingers with that pretty mouth of yours. He wears a grin while watching you, fascinated by everything you do. 

You lay on top of the bed lifeless, completely giving your soul over to him for the last handful of minutes. And you would give it to him over and over again if you could. 

“Stay here, I’ll clean you up,” he kisses your forehead, putting on his boxers before going to grab a towel. You nod with a smile, and you swear you could fall asleep right then and there.

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[isabunbun]

The Feeling (Peter Parker Oneshot Imagine)

Sumarry: In where Peter had a nightmare in the middle of the night and went to his newly found Caregiver Mommy for comfort for the first time.

Pairings: Little!PeterParker x Caregiver!Reader

Warnings: MD/LB Themes, Aged-up Peter! (He's in legal age here basically? Reader is older by only 2/3 years both in school/college) Fluff, Comfort ♡

Hi! this one's different, i wanted to do a mommy!reader one but wanted to do it with a character that for me, somehow fits the pairing? and i think Tom's Peter Parker pretty much fit this one so i had to! please excuse any error on my fic theme, i don't know much about MD/LB themes so please excuse me and correct me if i ever did anything wrong. don't want to hurt or offend anyone. this is also inspired by Justin Bieber ft. Halsey's song called, 'The Feeling'. Hope you enjoy! :>

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"am i inlove with you? or am i inlove with the feeling? trying to find the truth, but sometimes the heart is deceiving. can't get out of my head, i need you to save me. if i am delusional, then maybe i'm crazy in love with you."

Peter woke up with a heavy breath, sweat planted on his forehead and tears in his eyes.

The only source of light radiating his room was the one from his night lamp that you bought for him. He woke up alone as you were on the other room.

It's been a week since you've officially agreed to be Peter's Caregiver. After everything he'd been through, you wanted to take care of him as he was now all alone and needed to be taken care of.

You both met outside a café, he had tears in his eyes and you, as a soft hearted person couldn't help but ask what was wrong.

You eventually became friends after that and grew closer, you both watched out for each other, until the truth revealed itself and you found out he was a little.

And that all escalated into this. Him moving into your condo, but with seperate rooms. As you, probably him too, still needed time to adjust to this new type of relationship you both created.

He didn't really know what to feel about all this. As to lately, he's been questioning his feelings for you. He didn't really want to, not his intention. But you were just different. It confused him a lot. That he probably thinks about you more than just as his caregiver and friend.

You were studying for your finals, reading on your bed when you'd heard a soft knock from your door.

"It's open" you softly call out as the door opens to reveal a wreck looking Peter.

You sit up properly putting your book down as he walked closer to you standing on your side of the bed.

"Hey, my baby.. What's wrong?" you ask him worriedly.

He in response slightly raises and opens his arms that were on his side, "L-let me hug you.."

You smile and coo at his cuteness and move slightly around the bed to give him space.

"Sure"

He then climbs on the bed sitting behind you as he wraps his arms around your waist and puts his chin on your neck.

You smile at his gesture and rub your hand on one of his arms.

You then turn slightly to him and ask, "What happened?"

He removes his chin on your neck, pouting, as you turn your body to face his.

"I had a nightmare..."

You frown at his answer as you asked him what happened in his nightmare.

He looks down and fiddles on your long hair that was sitting behind your back as his arms was still wrapped around your waist.

"You don't want to talk about it? Because we don't have to if you don't want to. I can just stay here with you to make you feel safe." You say as you rub his arms comfortingly.

He nods as he looks up to you with his doe teary eyes.

You nod back and give him a soft reassuring smile as you raise your hands to cup his cheeks.

"Whatever your nightmare was... just know that none of that was real and that you're safe with me. It's all over now, okay?"

He nods in response as he leans in to hug you tight. You hugging him back aswell.

"Can i please stay with you tonight?" he mumbles in your neck.

"Of course, baby. My room is always open for you anytime, okay?" He then breaks the hug and looks at you.

"When you're comfortable enough, you can sleep and stay here with me in my room. How's that sound?"

He gives you a small smile as he nods. You smile back and give his cheek a quick peck.

"Y/n?" he calls you out as you hum back in response while removing some of his hair that sticked on his forehead from sweat.

"Hm?"

"I think I'm falling for you"

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[princessofmarvel]

Meeting For The First Time

Summary |  Being One Of The Only People To Remember Peter Parker After Dr. Strange Cast’s The Spell To Make Everyone Forget Him, And Being Dr. Strange’s Daughter Thing’s Can Get Kind Of Crazy, And Something Happening To Bring Even More Crazy Into Your Life, Might Sound Awful But, This Something Might Just Be Quite Amazing. (I Am Awful At Summaries I Know)

Pairing | Tasm!PeterParker x Fem! Reader)

Genre | Fluff!

Warnings | NO WAY HOME SPOILERS!

Authors Note | Hi!!!!! This Is Going to the be the start of A New Series That I Write! I Hope That You All Enjoy This! And, If There Are Any Mistakes I Am So Sorry! I Read Through It Once, But I Might Have Missed A Few Things. I Also Have Severe OCD So If There Are Random Cap's Where There Normally Would Not Be, I'm So Sorry, And That Is Why , Lol .

Working with your father definitely has its perks, such as getting to meet the likes of the Avengers, or, the protection of having someone such as him always looking out for you, (Which sometimes could also be a con).  But, he Can Also Be Extremely overprotective and over-bearing.  Strange took you in at a young age, you were a brilliantly gifted kid, knowing answers to things by just looking at it.  Strange came by your school one afternoon because there was a kid who would be the next him.  After A Conversation With You, He Come To Learn That You were an orphan who had gotten into the school on a special Scholarship. After some thinking, He went down to the orphanage and started the conversation of adopting you.  You have always thought that the main reason he Adopted you was because he would not really have to raise you, or take care of you, you being able to do pretty much all of that on your own, and it looked good for him to have a kid.  It wasn’t really until 2016 that He Really Started To Act Like A Real Father.  He got his powers, and then something odd started to happen.  You started to develop powers of your own.  Once your father found out, he was always having you practice your powers.

You had a Few Different Abilities, For Starters You can control people's minds and move things with it too.  You got irritated with all of the training sometimes, but it did make you better.  Getting into people's minds was what would hurt the most.  Your father would bring in people, and to see if they were lying or not, He would have you get into their heads and find out.  But, that also means that if someone was capable to, they could invade your mind and emotionally torture you.  This hasn’t happened but after you had a nightmare about it, you talked to your father and found out that it could be a possibility.

You were not around when the events of people coming and trying to find Peter Parker were happening, You were visiting your best friend Wanda when you both felt the shift happen.  When everyone started to forget who Peter Parker in our universe Was, She felt the change but you had a spell of your own put into place already in case these things happened.  You casted A spell making it to were you would not ever forget people that you know,  You Put This Spell In Place When You Found Out About Your Powers, Knowing that you could control people's minds, and get into theirs, You just felt like you needed to make sure that you would not forget anyone that you knew, in fear that someone would try to make you.

Rushing back home to see what was happening you went to find your Father immediately.  Him obviously not knowing what you were talking about, you finally had the chance to give him a lecture about being responsible and having that spell in place like you and wong do.  Seeing that your Father was not being of much help, You went to find Peter Immediately.   Going to his apartment and seeing that No one was there, You Decided To Use Your Powers To Find Him, And When You Finally Found Him, You Found Him In A Crappy Apartment.  Knocking on the door, not knowing exactly what to expect, He opens the door, And looks A little Surprised To See You.

“Uh, Um, Who are you?” He says while scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“You Are A Terrible Actor, Drop The Act Peter.” You said while Pushing Past Him, And Into His New Apartment. “What The Absolute Hell Did You Do, Peter?” You asked, standing in the middle of the small Apartment.

“Y-You know who I am?” He asks, while closing the door and coming closer to you.

“Yes Peter, I Know Who you are, I put in a Spell to make it to where,  I will never forget someone that I Know, Or Know Of, And Wong Has the same spell in place for himself, So I would not be shocked If A Angry Wong Burst Through Your Door Any Second Now.”

Before you could say anything else, You were almost tackled by Peter hugging you, and since you felt your shoulder start to get wet, you knew that he was crying.

“Uh, Peter What’s Wrong?” You Asked Him While Gently Rubbing His Back.

“I-I Lost May Y/n, I-I Lost Everyone, No One Remembers Me, N-Not Even MJ, And Ned.” He says while sobbing into your shoulder. “T-Thank You For Remembering Me.”

“Peter, We may not be that close, but trust me, I will never forget you, And not just because of A Spell.” You Say Running Your Hands Through His Hair to Try and calm Him Down Some.

You two spent the next few hours having Him Explain to you exactly what happened and Trying to figure out how you will fix everything. Starting with going down to the Sactume.

“Y/n, who have you brought here?” Your Father Says While Basically Floating Down The Stairs To The Two Of You.

“Oh, This Is Peter Parker, You know the guy that you made everyone forget, Including yourself since you just never got around to putting the spell in place.” You Look At Your Father And Say While Taking Your Jacket Off, And Sitting It Down On The Table.

“Um, I Did Ask Him to do it, and He Asked Me if I was Sure, And I Said Yes.” Peter Said Awkwardly.

“Ok Peter, Don’t Tell Him That Part.”

“Y/n What Are You wanting me to do? As Far As I know, there is nothing that I can do.” Your Father Says While Taking A Sip Of His Drink.

“There Is Something.” Says Someone Walking through the door.  Wong.  Thank God Wong Was Back.

Walking Up To Your Father, And Smacking Him On The Back Of The Head Before Explaining To Him That He Could Cast A Spell To Make Him Remember Peter, Wong starts to cast the spell on your father, (Much to his dismay), Making Him Remember Peter.       

“Peter, We Saved The World Together, You’re Spider Man.” Strange says while his Memories Of Peter Start To Flood Back Into His Mind.

“Hey Mr. Strange, I’m Here For My Lesson.” Says A Voice Walking Into The Sanctum. Almost Immediately Wong Casts A Spell making the man freeze.  When you turned around, You noticed that it was Ned, Peter's Best Friend.

After having Wong Cast the spell to Make Ned Remember Him, And Then Watching Their Emotional Reunion, It was time to move on to MJ.  She was surprisingly ok with the spell being casted on to her, Since She Trusted Ned.

“M-MJ?” Peter say’s walking up to her, And Before You Know It, MJ is hugging Peter, And Crying, reminding you of how Peter was with you Once you remembered Him.

Once Peter Had The People That He Needed To Really Remember Him, Remember Him, You, Ned, MJ, And Peter were all going to go celebrate when someone burst through the door.

“Ok, We Really Need To Find A Way To Stop People From Just Walking In Here.” You Say To Your Father.

“Who Are You?” Your Father Asks The Mysterious Man In Front Of You All. “Tombstone” Says The Man who then steps Out Of the Darkness and you can now see that the man looks like cement.

“I Just Came By To Tell You All That If You do not hand over the spiderman to me within 72 hours, I will take out my frustrations on the city.”  He Says While looking at everyone with a serious face.

“We don’t have the Spiderman”, Your Father Tells The Man.

“You Do,  I Know You Do, So Just Do As I Ask, And I Won’t Hurt Anyone.”  He Say’s Heading Towards The Door, But Using your Powers You Push Him Out The Door, And Then Shut The Door, And Lock It.

“Alright!  Which Spiderman Does He Belong To And Why Is He Still Here?” You Ask.

“I Have No Idea, But We Need To Find Out” Says your father while looking at Wong.

Within a Few Hours, You All Had Been Able To Contact Both Spidermen, And Bring Them To Your Universe, And Then Come to find out, The Villain Was From Neither Of Their Worlds.

“Uh, Hey, Who’s That?” Asks The Peter Who Look’s To Be In His 20s And Looks Like He Could Be The Middle Brother Between All Three Of Them.

“Uh, That’s Y/n Strange, Why?” Say’s MJ.

“Um, No Reason.” He Says Turning His Face Away From All Of Them.

“Oh, Dude, Don’t Even Try It, She Doesn’t Date Anyone.” Ned Tells That Peter While You Are At A Table Working On Something With The Peter From Your Universe.

“Well, Um, Maybe I Could Change That.” He Says While Looking At You.

“Be Our Guest, But Do Not Say That We Didn’t Warn You.” MJ Tell’s Him While Holding Her Hands Up In Defense.

Walking Over To You, Peter Finally Introduces Himself.

“Hey, Um, I’m Peter '' He Says While Holding His Hand Out To You.

“Yeah, I Kind Of Gathered That.” You Say While Taking His Hand, And Shaking It, Having No Idea, That, That Handshake, That First Touch, Was What Was Going To Be The Beginning Of Something So Much More Amazing.

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[spideyspeaches]

Burning Red ↬ p.p

A/N: HI!!! long time no see :D this is for @scarletspideyy 's 4k wc! Happy 4k hun <3 and a HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO PETER PARKER!! (Ps. do not repost the edit pls!)

Also big thank you to @spidey-sophie and @loveaffaire for being the best cheer leader ever, and @peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology for beta reading :D

Warnings: multiple F bombs as well as other curses, enemies to lovers? I guess :D Find as many Taylor Swift references as you can and tell me :D BAMF!Peter + BAMF!Reader =mutual pining with miscommunication :)

WC: 5.4k (:D)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader (Also kind of Stark!Peter?)

Summary: You always could rely on colours to describe one's personality, you found that out at a pretty early age. No matter how strange the person was, they always had a colour to them that matched the way they talked and walked.

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You felt conflicted in Peter's presence.

His aura, you felt, was like looking into a grey light— calm to some but not very appealing to the non-artisric eye.

You always could rely on colours to describe one's personality, you found that out at a pretty early age. No matter how strange the person was, they always had a colour to them that matched the way they talked and walked.

With Peter though, you found yourself in a constant state of confusion as to what colour he was. He wasn't a threat to you, in fact, he was sweet and understanding, caring of those around him, flaunting his indirect wealth to assholes who thought they could outwit him and the company that would someday be his. He was outlandish in spite of being shy and introverted but humble at the same time.

Well as humble as a boy with a multibillion dollar company in his future could be.

Or at least that's how the Avengers and the media saw him.

To you though? To you he was the most infuriating, basic bitch with Tony Stark and the Avengers at his disposal. He taunted and jabbed you at every chance he got, starting a two sided rivalry for seemingly no reason. You tried to water down your rivalry with him. But he made it incredibly difficult for you to do so. It was like his mere existence was for him to boast his intellect at you.

(Sometimes, you admired the very thing you hated about him.

From afar.

That is, until he said something that made your tummy coil inwards with contempt. If feelings were like colours, you would say that he was light blue. He was soft on the outside, but burning nearly as hot as a searing white.)

You were probably biased with your opinion about him, but you weren't going to let your confusing behaviour for the boy interfere in something as importan (or trivial, depends on perspective) as a retrieval mission. It was easy; get inside the charity gala, draw as much attention to Peter (like the colour black, your brain supplied, both shiny and stealthy) so you could be covert, just enough to prove an alibi in case the mission went wrong, and get the pym particles that were hidden somewhere among the bystanders.

Just one bystander, in fact. You remember reading her file during the pre-mission briefing with the others, how she was notorious for stealing something that wasn't hers from rich people and sell it to a willing buyer for a high price. And that's where Peter came.

You weren't as new to this Avengers business as you once were, you've been doing it for more or less three years now, and yet here you were, nervous about going undercover to a Charity Gala with Peter as you mentally went over all the details, remembering yours and Peter's job, all while trying not to get distracted by the said boy's presence beside you.

(Golden. The right colour for him was Golden, his presence was undeniable, just like money and other riches.)

Which led you to striding impatiently in your uncomfortable heels, stopping in front of Happy as he opened the door to the Audi, sighing in exasperation when you turned to look at Tony giving you and Peter a once over like an overbearing dad.

Sighing, you looked at him as he fussed with Peter's collar, "Tony—"

"Okay you two remember, don't panic if something goes wrong, call for Natasha or Steve or heck, call Clint, they'll all be on your comm. station, and whatever happens don't start a fight or put the blame on each other alright? And this applies to the both of you." Tony said pointedly, every word coming out in a single breath as he did a once-over on both you and Peter, "and most importantly—"

"-don't blow the cover." You nodded, cutting him off impatiently. Rolling your eyes, you sighed as he looked at you with furrowed brows, a frown etched on his face saying that he wasn't impressed by your back talk, "Yes Mr. Stark, we've already been through these rules, what, a million times now?"

"What does it matter if you've gone through it a million times? He's just trying to make sure that either of us don't fuck this up." Peter scowled, folding his hands in a way that made his biceps more prominent.

"Well it's definitely not gonna be me who's gonna "fuck this up" is it?" You countered, furrowing your brows with your lips turned, "besides, I don't need to be reminded every time by a stuck up brat what to do and what not to do, thank you very much."

Pursing his lips, he ignored Tony, who was giving him a warning look before he gritted at you, standing closer so that the minimal distance between you and him was made very clear. It was meant to be an intimidating stance, but to you it felt different in a way you didn't want to pry on, "If anyone's acting stuck up here, it's you."

"Oh excuse me, who's the one with a billionaire dad here?"

"Just because he's my guardian doesn't mean that you have the right to comment on his money every fucking time!" He exploded, face looking positively flushed in a not nice way that told you that you had crossed a line.

(You hated doing that. Sometimes you felt that you had no break to your mouth, accidently spilling murky yellow on the lustrous gold that was his aura. Yellow that looks shiny and golden in the sun, but disgusting when in the dark.)

Looking at Tony apologetically you sighed "I'm sorry", nodding when Tony nodded.

This was your second mission going undercover, but it was also Peter's first mission going undercover, so you weren't surprised that Tony and the others were being extra sure before sending in the coops. It wasn't everyday you went to grand events, much less undercover with Peter Parker. It wasn't like you hated going on missions with him, it was more to do with how you would rather not delve into the fact that his presence irritated you to no end. Or to an end. You just had to find the end.

It had been long since the news of Tony signing the papers to (platonically) co-parent Peter had spread, yet he still acted as if even a little wrong move was going to change May Parker's mind of sharing her nephew with the infamous billionaire.

Don't get her wrong, May was an excellent parent, but knowing that Peter had another male figure in his life that understood Peter's plight of being a superhero/vigilante eased some of the tension in her. She wanted the best for Peter, and she wasn’t ashamed to ask for help due to the unprecedented death of Ben Parker putting a sizable dent on their bank accounts. Not when it came to her only nephew.

You didn't mind Tony being a helicopter parent with Peter most of the time, because he was surprisingly humble about his inheritance for someone who was fed every morning with cereals which probably cost more than a three course meal in a fancy hotel, with a silver spoon no less. It may have to do with the fact that just a little over a decade ago he had witnessed his aunt and uncle barely scrape by with a plastic spoon.

(Silver, another colour that showed riches, not as shiny as gold but held the same purpose.)

But sometimes, you feel left out. More often than not, you missed your parents and their constant hovering. The gap was bridged by the Avengers, they were like second parents to you, but purposely or not, Peter being their first child had its own effects.

Maybe what you really felt was envy for Peter Parker's luck, and it made you feel terrible at times. You may not have been a new Avenger, much newer and for far less longer than Peter has been, but that didn't mean you didn't feel a spark of jealousy ignite in your chest every time you saw Peter interact with Tony.

“I’m gonna pretend you’re not standing next to me.” You sniffed, turning your back to him just to be petty.

"I don't think that would be a problem with me." Peter said smugly, looking at you with the corner of his eyes as he fiddled with the expensive watch he was wearing. You couldn't help but give him a once over— the boy was attractive for sure, the all black suit, tailored specifically to compliment his sharp jawline and the sparsely visible gold chain didn't help staunch the suave air around him.

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes, folding your hands over your chest as you squinted at the boy, "remind me again, which one of us is going undercover for the first time?"

"Okay kids! This is exactly what I mean by bickering. I'm gonna go now, don't give Hap too much trouble, and stay safe." Tony interjected, giving you both an exasperated look that was followed by a sad/fond look.

(Conflict in expression, something that Mr. Stark excelled in. He was hot pink in a way, some people hated it, some people bathed in the dark yet appealing colour.)

"Of course Mr. Stark, you know I won't let you down." You said, looking at the man with a solemn expression. And you were serious too, you weren't gonna let go of your chance to prove your worth because of a petty rivalry with Peter.

"Me too, Tony." Peter added. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, watching as Tony stepped backwards and ran towards the tower, not before giving you both a cheesy thumbs up.

"Me too,Tony," you mocked with a high pitched voice with a roll of your eyes, "hope you mean those words, because it won't look good for you if you mess this up somehow."

"Just 'cause this isn't your first mission, doesn't mean you can't make mistakes." He countered, gritting his teeth as you furrowed your brows at him, "I really don't want to start a fight right now."

"Yeah whatever, just don't mess it up, daddy won't be there to clean up the mess this time." You hissed, making sure that Tony wasn't in earshot to hear your jab.

"What do you mean this time? I've never messed up an undercover mission before?!"

"That's 'cause you've never been to one you idiot!"

"Hey hey you two, stop with the bickering." Happy grunted, pulling up the divider so that you two were now left alone with the leather seats.

The air was uncomfortable, almost as uncomfortable as the itchy and shimmery gown you were wearing. You turned a weary eye to Peter, who was fiddling with the ring on his finger— a nervous habit you had noticed of his. The ring belonged to his uncle, he had told you once with an injury—addled mind, and why you still remembered such a trivial detail was beyond you.

"I know I act like an ass most of the time, but I'm really not." He said suddenly, making you snap your head to his.

"You wanna apologise right now?" You retaliated, giving him a side eye as he looked up, "I get it, you're nervous for your speech, you don't have to apologise to me right now and for no fucking reason too."

“It’s like you don’t even try.” He scoffed, looking sideways at the window. Your heart gave a sickening lurch in your chest at his implications.

“I do try. The way you act though, it negates all the positive feelings in me.” you said, softly this time before clearing your throat.

“I’m starting to think it’s not me who’s emotionally constipated here.” He snarked, shaking his head and going back to staring outside the blacked out windows.

“Why do you care now anyway?!”

You didn't know why he wanted to talk about it right now when it was his first time on a mission. You knew from experience that adding unnecessary feelings to a mission only ended up in injuries, and Peter? He was good at this feelings shit, but you guessed that Tony let his son/protege to the gala only because he was already supposed to be there to promote the new technology.

"Yeah, well studies show—”

“—I really don’t care about studies right now Peter.” You cut him off, wincing internally at his crestfallen expression. You may have snapped at him, but you were nervous too, and the last thing you wanted to do right now was talk. Talking made you nauseous, especially in an expensive limo that smelled like leather seats and money.

(Leather was brown, comforting as china pots, also like the mud that stuck to your feet during rainy days.)

The ride was short, the venue was nearer to the compound upstate than from the Avengers tower, hence why you had decided to stay there instead of the tower like you always did.

"Stay safe kids." Happy said again, giving you a tentative smile before opening the door for you and Peter.

"We will Happy." You smiled back, subtly adjusting your comm as you brushed your hair back. The comm was not visible, embedded deep in your ear where you could hear the static voice of Natasha and Steve bickering. You were hoping to see them in the background, just to assure the fact that you were covered.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Peter, because much as you hated to admit the fact, Peter was the most trustworthy person you had ever met.

Walking towards the entrance, you held onto Peter's bicep, taking out the invitation to give it to the guard. He looked at you briefly, giving Peter a once over and then scrambling aside as if electrified. It was probably the “—Stark” next to his name.

As expected, the hall was packed and filled with a sort of air you weren’t familiar with. You felt bad for stepping into such a rich environment, goosebumps coating your skin that had nothing to do with the cool air of the AC and more to do with Peter’s hand on your waist, wrapped firmly but at a respectable position at the same time. So far, no one had noticed two nervous, awkward twenty year olds trying to blend in.

Well only one of you was trying, you noticed.

(Like black again, blending in the shadows but showing its presence when in the light. Both stealthy and sexy.)

Despite Peter’s shy and awkward persona, it was easy for him to blend in any sort of environment. His personality was magnetic— people tended to attract towards him like he was some sort of diva. He could hold a conversation just as easily as breathing, something that Tony had taught him to do now that he was under the media’s constant observation— what with being the heir of Stark Industries and stuff, and he had adapted to that quicker than anticipated.

You found yourself breathing heavily next to him, your heart pounding in your chest at double the normal pace, the unusual behaviour of your body making you nervous.

"You ready?" You whispered to him, looking at his expression under the artificial lights as they illuminated his sharp cheekbones, creating highlights that rivaled the sunlight.

"Yeah, I'm good. You?" He asked, looking at you with a nervous grin.

"I'm good too." You nodded with a shy smile, and to your own surprise, you slid your hand further down his hand until your palm touched his. It was callused but soft at the same time, and if the gesture surprised him, he didn't let it show on his face.

"Good. That's good." He breathed, rubbing his other palm on his pant leg, letting you guide him so that you were now in a crowded room, people around you oblivious to you and Peter entering as they were too busy in the flurry of guests that were probably twice your age.

You looked around, trying to look for a person your age, or even close to your age. This may be a charity gala, but it was meant for clean energy awareness and fundraising. It was a Stark Gala. And Tony Stark was nowhere to be seen. Sooner rather than later, people were going to notice that the current chairperson of Stark Industries wasn't present, his heir present there instead.

So there have to have been people your age, hanging on their rich parents' hands.

The motive was to let people notice Peter so that you could sneak behind their backs to steal back what was stolen from the Avengers.

"We're here." You whispered in the comm, smiling at Peter as he subtly shook his head, squeezing your now sweaty palm. Fanning yourself, you strutted forward until you were near the podium, taking a seat on an unoccupied table.

"Welcome, ladies, gents and all our esteemed guests!" The speaker said, his voice cackling through the speakers.

His voice seemed to have quietened the noisy room, everyone's attention now towards him.

"You would think that in a gala full of rich people pretending to like each other, we wouldn't need to be shushed like kindergarteners in a school assembly, but nooo." You muttered quietly, sipping at the bubbly champagne.

"Yeah, no these people are worse, trust me." Peter chuckled, eyeing you subtly from the side, "do you think I'll do good?"

His question startled you, raising an eyebrow at him. You looked at him properly again, trying to find any trace of insincerity, but all you found was flustered nervous energy. To an untrained eye, he would look like any nervous bystander, but you knew better.

"Yeah." You nodded softly.

You knew for a fact that he knew Stark Technology like the lines on the back of his hands; he wouldn't find it difficult to hold people's attention when on the podium. No, he wasn't nervous about that, he was nervous for you.

Being undercover wasn't as easy as they show in James Bond movies, you were shaking with adrenaline and the constant chatter in your comm. and your surrounding wasn't doing any good to your nerves.

"Hey, can you hear me?" Natasha spoke in your ear. You saw Peter perk up slightly from your periphery.

"Yeah." You whispered, looking at Peter with a smile, "what happened? Change of plans?"

"Nope. Did you find your position?"

"In a minute." Nodding at Peter in cue, he smiled, standing up and walking towards the stage for the speech.

Turning your head, you tried to look for the target who had stolen the pym particles, your eyes zeroing on a head of blond waves, now making her way to Peter who was already talking in the microphone, the crowd cheering his entrance.

"Think I found her. Making her way to Peter." You mutter, pretending to take a drink as you watch him speak, keeping your other eye trained on her figure as she moved. She was standing by the huge speakers, and yet no one seemed to have noticed her.

"Look out for her partner. She's sneaky but he's dangerous too."

"Doesn't she have powers too? Daggers made of light hence her name, right?" You questioned, walking towards her as Peter continued to talk. The crowd seemed enchanted, all of their attention to the speaker as he babbled technical jargon. That was good for You, you could sneak out and no one would notice.

"That's her. Tandy Bowen, nineteen years old and notoriously known for stealing what's not hers, usually from rich men."

Snorting, you stumbled on a table, cursing internally, "yeah like Peter's a man. Or attractive."

"I didn't say anything about attractive."

Though you couldn't see her, you could practically hear her smirking. Your cheeks started heating up at her tone, just as he made eye contact with you from up there— it was brief, but it still made you want to drown in a fistful of water. Clearing your throat, you took a deep breath, ignoring the strange feeling in your chest. Maybe you needed to get that looked.

(It was the golden of his aura and black of his suit that made your heart jump that way. His blinding white smile towards the audience, the crimson of his lips. Too many colours to memorize.)

From the audience, you watched as he confidently spoke, answering questions like he was breathing. Your heart fluttered in your chest looking at him up there, emotions clogging up your throat for seemingly no reason.

Narrowing your eyes, you saw Peter walking down the stairs, meeting her halfway down. He was saying something, using his hands to gesture at her.

Their interaction brought an unnecessary spark of jealousy in you, clenching your fists when you saw her giggle at something he said, squirming around him as if checking him out. Gosh you hated nothing more than pretentious bitches.

"Got her." You said in your comm., walking towards the blonde figure as she stood near the staircase next to him. Widening your eyes when she made contact with you, you moved back hastily, nearly dashing into the waiter as you tried to hide yourself from her view.

Real subtle L/n. You chastised yourself internally, just like red.

"Hey Peter!" You said, smiling sweetly as you stood next to him, not so subtly wrapping your arm around his bicep as he looked at you weirdly before you gave the fakest laugh, "You were so great over there. Can't believe how smart you are, you've got both brains and brawn. "

Catching on, he gave you a thin smile which looked suspiciously like a smirk, holding your palm, "glad you liked it, babe. Aim high, am I right?"

"You think you're funny don't you?" You chuckle, feeling a surge of satisfaction when she shuffled awkwardly before tilting your head as if just noticing her, "sorry, who are you?"

"That's none of your business." She said, startling you with a smirk of her own, “I was just talking to him, didn’t realise he had a bitch stuck to him like someone on s leash.”

“Gosh you really don't know how to insult someone,” you snicker, “babe you really think I’m his arm candy? She’s funny isn’t she?” you looked at him at this, satisfied at the colour that rose up her cheeks in frustration when Peter pursed his lips, hands falling down low on your waist — too low.

"What was that?" Peter asked, a smirk playing on his lips before you roll your eyes.

"Did you see her? She was totally flirting with you." You grit, rubbing your hands with your palms, which were now full of goosebumps, "and losing her mind trying to insult me."

"No she wasn't?" He frowned, "was she?"

Laughing, you looked at him in the eye only to see that he really hadn't noticed, "Seriously?"

Nodding his head at which you rolled your eyes again,"the flirting trifecta?" Huffing when he gave no indication of understanding, you continued speaking, "the pretentious giggle? Awkward squirm and hair twist?"

"Doesn't flirting include a pickup line?" He asked, now positively smirking at your squirming figure. You chewed your lip at his question, decided to give a non hahalmt nod.

"If you're lucky and the girl's into you, then yes, then comes the pick up line." You said nonchalantly with a shrug.

"Hmm, are you sure you're not into me then?" He smirked.

"What? Hell no Parker." You scoff, your heart thudding in your chest as you say that.

"Aww that's tragic, cause I was really thinking you were my hydrogen." He snickered, "You know, cause you're the one?"

Deciding to play along with his stupid behaviour, your shrugged mischievously, "Is that some kind of nerd pick-up line? Because it’s only kind of working."

"Oh my god did you just quote The Good place?!" His laughter was infectious, you realises as you felt something stir in your belly, an unknown feeling of pleasure that made you want to laugh with him then and there until you got looks from the people around you.

"Why do you care who I flirt with anyway?" He said after the bout of laughter had settled down, your brain landed back to the mission at hand.

Clearing your throat, you looked down, disappointed that the happy mood didn't last long, "I don't care who you flirt with Parker, just don't want you getting distracted by some pretty girl." looking past his shoulders only to see the girl— Tandy Bowen, running towards the entrance, something akin to test tubes in her hand with another boy in her tow.

"And because she's running away." You mutter, pushing past him as you ignore his squeak, wincing at the "hey!" when you dropped someone's champagne glass in haste, "sorry sir!" Looking back briefly to see if he was following, you run past yelling people, clashing into objects and nearly twisting your ankle, right as Peter dashed into you.

"Dammit what the fuck Parker!?" You shout, punching the table when you lose sight of her, your blood boiling with frustration that you tried to calm. Cursing out the brunette was not going to do you any good, "sorry, didn't mean to shout."

"Language." Cap chastised you, as you realised that your comm was still on due to his untimely scolding. It was a joke amongst the avengers, yet it didn't seem to deter Steve from saying it every time someone cursed. He sounded out of breath, which probably meant that the only work you had to do was find the damn girl, "we have the test tubes, you got the rest?"

"We're on it!" He said frantically, helping you up as you see people starting together around you, "You find her?" Peter said, startling you as you yelped so hard that you felt your soul jumping out of you.

"Yeah, no thanks to you!" You squeak away from him, looking around wearily in search of the familiar blonde head.

"No thanks to me?! I did my job well!" He scoffed, folding his hands under his chest, a frown etched on his forehead.

"If it hadn't been for you dashing into me with your clumsy ass feet then I would've followed her!" You counter, stomping your foot and nearly fisting his nose. You noticed that at some point, you had removed your heels and held them in your hands, discarding them somewhere so that you were now barefoot and without anything to wear.

"Yeah whatever. Let's go and find her, now's not the time to show how much better you are than me."

Rolling your eyes, you followed him as Nat said something in your ear, something about Clint following in the vents with his arrows and Steve on his tow.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Natasha said, “Clint has eyes on her, south entrance, there’s someone with her.”

“We're good Nat, don’t worry.” Peter answered, clutching onto your hand as you weaved through the crowd, "you see her?"

"Yeah and she's climbing out of the window!" You usher, flinching when you hear a loud thud, wondering how no one had noticed the strange occurrence count for the few that looked at the noise, going back to their work.

The hall was nearly empty now, save for the cleaners and the other partygoers who were busy with negotiations. But that was good, the less the people noticed, the easier it was for the Avengers to deal with the press.

Looking at Peter with wide eyes, you nodded, moving towards the window and peeping slowly, expecting to see a human pancake, instead nearly getting stabbed in the eye with a flashy dagger you knew all too well, the light dissipating in the air of the empty hallway.

"Look out!" Peter shouts, pulling you sideways so that your body collided into his panting chest behind your back, one hand held firmly wrapped around your waist as you suck in needy breaths.

"Oh my god." You pant, noticing the firm grip Peter had on your waist, his other hand draped around your chest (which was now pounding and clenching with the feeling of his palm) in order to keep you upright, "you can uh… get your hands off me now."

"R-right. Yeah sorry." He stumbles, wiping his hands on his blazer.

"Got her handled. Good job you guys." Natasha spoke a moment later. You had caught your breath by now, and yet you hadn't moved from your position.

"Thank God." You mumble, bending down to your knees to catch a breath. You feel his eyes staring at you, looking up to see Peter's flushed face at your position, "enjoying the view?"

You hear him clear his throat, standing up erect so you were facing him, now with a smirk.

"You did good Parker." You nodded finally, patting his chest hesitantly. He was looking at you with his mouth agape at your change in behaviour, running to catch up.

"You were good too." He said a little while after.

His face was still flushed, you noticed. Shaking your head internally, you tentatively kept a hand on his shoulder, your so called irritation for him slipping away.

"What's wrong?" You ask, soft as the first time when you'd met him. Looking around for Happy as you see the shield agents taking the girl away along with the boy next to her, the press crowding around Steve, who was explaining why the police were at yet another Stark charity gala.

"Nothing much. Just… um," he stumbled through his words, "Nothing."

"Nothing what?" You urge, your patience running out as you see people running around you.

"Wanna go somewhere else?" Peter asked, wincing at the loud sirens and blinding strobe lights blinding you to the beat of your heart, you saw red and blue, like the colours of Spider-man. You winced in sympathy, that had to have hurt with senses like his.

"You do realise we still have to give our report to Fury right? He won't let us out unless we brief out every detail of tonight " You remind him, a slight thump in your chest telling you to ignore Fury. Especially the details, when the feeling of the touch of his hand was still prominent and new.

The street was bustling, and you were sure no one was going to notice the way your heart pounded with each thump of the people running, Peter's eyes staring at you, shine akin to that of hot black coffee with a spoonful of honey, smooth.

At that moment You felt yourself disappear within the crowd, his lone figure the only thing standing between you and the road in front of you like a statue.

You tilted your head, the sudden urge to lunge forward crushing you along with the exhaustion in your bones.

You were done, done pretending to be someone in a Gala full of sparkles and money, diamond studded shoes and bodies donned with laces, the mission was over and you were out.

(And pretending that the site of a blushing Peter Parker didn't make you feel some way, heart pounding, hands sweating and knees weak.)

"Hey, uh… you know what-" you started at the same time as Peter. Chuckling, you gestured for Peter to go ahead.

"So uh-" Peter started, eyes widening in surprise when you shushed him when you put your lips close to his. His hands automatically reached to hold your waist as your lips pushed against his- soft and calm, tasting like your cherry lip balm and sweat.

"What?" He stuttered, causing you to giggle.

The background came to you in a rush, the honking of cars and flashing of sirens and the chatter of people along with the pedestrians padding along the road. The sudden sensory overload made you stumble a little, making you realise- or maybe that wasn't what made you realise.

Your realisation that you didn't regret publicly kissing Peter Parker-Stark caught you by surprise. You weren't sure why you did it, the feeling of his lips zooming in into you like a freight train. It felt like being electrified (blue).

Maybe you didn't hate him, maybe there was underlying affection to the harsh words you said to each other, Natasha was right. And that all it took was some petty criminal and going undercover to make you realise that.

"I-I'm sorry, sorry I didn't even ask you-" you started, realising that he was standing with his eyes soft as Bambi's.

And this time it was Peter Parker who interrupted you, his thin lips closing around yours as if they were meant to be there, "Fuck Fury, let's go hide somewhere."

"Sounds like a plan." You smirk, caressing his hair. It was when you were curling your hand around his neck and leaning in for another peck, you felt yourself burn red.

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Sex Pollen Part 4 (Finale)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: The aftermath of your night with Peter

Warning: Talks about smut, language

A/N: I wanted to post this part sooner but y’know life happened. I also ended up rewriting this like three times and I’m still not that happy with it but hey it wraps up the series. Thank you so much for all the comments and messages I’ve been getting. The support has been insane, I got almost 1,000 new followers this past week. THANK YOU!!! (Again I will be working on requests now, and I will be still taking them)

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Tony Stark woke up with a groan, finding himself hunched over the lab table he had been working on all night.

He leaned back in his seat to stretch out his limbs. "F.R.I.D.A.Y what time is it." He muttered rubbing a hand down his face.

"7:46, sir." 

"And how's Peter doing?"

"He's perfectly fine Mr. Stark."

Tony sat up straight, now wide awake. "What do you mean by fine?"

"He seems to be better sir." F.R.I.D.A.Y responded.

"How?"

"...I don't know."

Tony looked over and spotted Bruce fast asleep. He jumped out of his seat and shook the man awake. "Banner." Bruce groaned. "Stop drooling on the equipment and get up, we have a situation."

Bruce jumped up, suddenly remembering what he had been doing before he fell asleep. "Oh god- We fell asleep, we need to check on-"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm way ahead of you, now get up."

Bruce nodded, scrambling to follow after Tony.

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Peter's eyes fluttered open, meeting the ceiling, an achiness washing over his body.

He was exhausted, more tired than he's ever been before.... but he was back to normal.

And at that thought, the events that had happened just last night hit him like a truck.

His hand shot out to his side, feeling if you were still there, but when he was met with the empty spot, he quickly sat up, looking around the room for any sign of you.

But you were gone. "Oh my God." Peter hissed. Not knowing what this meant between the two of you now. 

You had disappeared making it seem like everything that had happened was just a dream Peter conjured up in his lust filled mind. The only sign that you weren't just an imagination were the stinging scratches he could feel lining his back and shoulders. 

He stumbled out of the bed, almost falling down because of the bedsheets that were tangled in between his legs. He quickly walked towards the mirror, spotting his sweatpants on the way and pulling them on before he came face to face with his reflection.

He was a wreck. Hair sticking up in more than one direction, too many for it to just be considered bed head. His eyes were bloodshot since he only got a few hours of sleep, and his neck was covered in a few hickies. He turned to look at the damage on his back, seeing the bright red scratches that stretched from his shoulder blades to his lower back.

And they made him quite proud, for some reason.

"Damn (Y/N)," Peter breathed out, biting his lip, attempting to fight off the grin that was playing on them.

Peter was pulled from his thoughts when he heard someone clear their throat behind him. Spinning around on his heels he spotted you leaning against the doorway to the bathroom, wearing your tank top and shorts you came in with last night, hair dripping.

You smirked at him. "Someone's proud." You said after watching him check himself out in the mirror.

"I-I thought you left." He stuttered.

"I just finished taking a shower."

"Oh." He said awkwardly, not really knowing how to talk to you after everything. His eyes dragged down to your neck and chest, where he spotted hickies and bite marks that ranged from just under your jawline to the tops of your breasts. Peter swallowed nervously. "A-are you o-okay?"

You shrugged. "I guess. I'm kinda having trouble walking."

Peter's face turned red. "I-I'm sorry-"

"Peter I said to stop apologizing." You said as you started to walk towards the bed to sit down, a limp in your step that made Peter feel bad but also oddly proud again. "But what about you?" You asked. "How do you feel?"

"Oh y-yeah." He cleared his throat. "I'm all better... so uh- thanks for that." He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

You grinned. "No problem." 

An awkward silence filled the air between you two, and Peter not having a filter filled it with, "So last night was pretty wild."

You snorted, "Smooth."

He smiled, shaking his head. "Sorry, you know I'm not good at this stuff."

"You could've fooled me, some of the stuff you said and did last night- I mean, you even choked me-"

"Okay!" He yelped, cutting you off. "I-I remember."

You giggled and layed down, stretching out your achy legs, unintentionally showing off the hickies that were littering your inner thighs, making him blush more. 

Peter wanted to ask what this meant, if this was more than you just trying to help. Because after everything you two did, he wasn't sure if he could handle just being your friend. 

"S-so." Peter started. "Ms. Romanoff said l-last night that you.. that you have a cru-"

Peter was suddenly cut off by three knocks coming from his bedroom door. "Peter it's me and Banner." You heard your dad say from the other side. You sat up, both you and Peter immediately tensing up, heads snapping to the door. "I'm coming in." 

You and Peter looked at each other in shock as your dad just barged into the room.

Tony stopped, hand still on the door knob, as he saw his daughter and Peter, the marks on each of your bodies letting him know what happened. Banner stood awkwardly behind Tony, not wanting to get in the middle of what was about to happen.

Your dad stood frozen in shock. He was speechless.

And Tony Stark was never left speechless.

You glanced at Peter, knowing he wasn't going to say anything, which left you.

"Okay." You said calmly. "Dad I know what your thinking-"

Tony's eyebrows shot up as he cut you off. "Do you now!?" He snapped, anger flaring. "Because right now I'm thinking about how my daughter blatantly disobeyed me and clearly has no faith in me-"

"Hey!" You yelled cutting him off now, "This has nothing to do with me having no faith in you-"

"No (Y/N), I'm speaking now." He said angrily. "We would've figured it out, this wasn't going to kill Peter. And now what if you get pregnant-"

"I'm not going to get pregnant-"

"Oh really? Condoms don't always work-"

"I'm on the pill!" You shouted in annoyance.

Tony's eyes widened. "You've been having sex?"

You sighed. "Oh please, like you hadn't been having sex at my age. But that is beside the point. The pollen may not have killed him but we don't know what it could've done. So I'm sorry for not listening to you, but I'm not sorry for helping Peter."

Tony shut his eyes and took a deep breath. "Fine." He said reluctantly. "Fine... You have a point. But this is a lot for me to handle right now so... I'm gonna go..and clean up the lab." He said with a shake of his head, the situation clearly starting to give him a headache at the fact he wanted to be angry but deep down knew that you were probably the only person that could help Peter.

Tony turned around and headed out of the room, head swimming. Banner still stood there awkwardly.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Look, I'm really sorry for bringing that plant here. You have no idea how guilty I feel about that."

You smiled softly at Bruce and waved your hand. "Don't worry about it. Everything's back to normal now. Just don't bring anymore alien stuff back here." 

Bruce laughed gently, "I guess I'll go help your dad. I'll see you two later."

Both you and Peter said your goodbyes as Bruce shut the door behind him, before it was just the two of you again.

"That." Peter started. "Actually went a lot better than I thought it would."

"Yeah.. I'm a little shocked."

"I thought he would've killed me."

You shook your head, "Seriously Peter, no one blames you for anything that happened....Now what were you saying before?"

"Oh right." Peter blushed, taking a seat at the foot of the bed now. "Ms.Romanoff kinda said you had...a crush on me?" He phrased it as a question, not knowing if Nat had been telling the truth.

You bit your lip. "Did she now?" Peter nodded. You sighed. "I guess now's a better time than any to tell you..so yes. I do like you Peter Parker... a lot actually."

The joy that Peter felt after hearing you say that was indescribable, and it showed by the large smile that lit up his features.

"I like you a lot too." You smiled, moving to sit next to him at the end of the bed. "M-maybe we could go out s-sometime?" He asked awkwardly.

You laughed. "I let you fuck me in positions I didn't even know existed." You said, making him blush. "So yes, we can go out sometime." You finished, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

"We should probably wait for the hickies to fade first though."

"Yeah, probably." You giggled. "You know the others are never gonna let us live this down."

"Oh god, do you think they heard us?"

You raised a brow. "Peter we were screaming, sI think they heard us."

Peter laughed, "Well...you wanna hang out until the others figure out everything's fixed and start making fun of us.''

"Too late." You heard Sam's voice from the other side who, who had just been passing through with Bucky by his side. "Tell your dad to soundproof this goddamn room."

"Yeah," Bucky said. "And Thor says good job, by the way."

"Oh my god." You hissed in embarrassment. "Go away!" You yelled at them, hearing the two of them laugh while they walked away. 

"I think you were right when you said that we're never gonna live this down." Peter muttered.

"Stupid fucking plant."

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[tessimagines]

After All This // Bill Weasley - Epilogue

Pairing: Bill Weasley x Moody!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) and Bill take a trip to visit Moody’s memorial, but this time, with a new little Weasley in tow.

You can find the series masterlist in my bio!

Warnings: fluff and the tiniest tad of angst.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: And this series has officially come it its end. I am so appreciative of all of you who have read, commented and supported me throughout the process of writing this series. It is one of my favourite things I have ever written and I will cherish it for ages. You guys really play a much bigger role in this series than you realise, if it wasn’t for your continuous support and encouragement, I wouldn't have been able to finish this series. So this final piece is dedicated to all of you, thank you. 

PS. I know I just posted the last part last night but I wrote this and wanted to share it with you :)

April 14th, 2000

Little Alastor Fred Weasley topples over as he reaches his grandparent’s memorial, his chubby little hand still firmly grasped by his father. Bill bends over and picks his son up, dusting the little pieces of dried grass off his white and blue plaid shirt. You smile as your husband looks over at you, his eyes crinkled with joy at the little son he holds in his arms. 

The three of you sit down amongst the wildflowers that continue to grow around your father’s memorial. It’s a simple plaque, a round piece of stone bare of any eccentricity. Instead, the blue, red and white wildflowers that litter the base and its surroundings brighten up the area, giving the place a feel of humble beauty.

The sun is shining, beams of its light bouncing off the ginger hair of your husband and son. He looks so much like Bill, the ginger locks and shape of face. But his eyes are dark, so similar to the deep brown of your father that you have to double-take when you see them sometimes. 

Alastor sits pulling out an assortment of wildflowers, his knees gathering dirt as he crawls around in the area between you and Bill. There is a smile as wide as a full moon on his face at the sight of all the colourful petals around him. You lean over and place a kiss to the top of his head, your lips meeting his soft, silky hair.

“Pa,” he says, placing the flowers at the foot of the plaque, “Nan.” Born just over a year ago, he contains enough cheekiness to last him his entire life. He is so smart too, finding ways every day to make both you and Bill the proudest parents who have ever lived. He’d make them proud too, Alastor and Adeline - just as much as he makes Molly and Arthur, the first of their many grandchildren who are bound to follow.

Bill pats his son’s head, spreading out the ginger hair on top of it. “You have the same eyes as your Pa, Alastor. The one who has the same name as you.”

Little Alastor points to his dark brown eyes, dirt on his finger. “Eyes,” he says, looking up at his father. Both you and Bill clap, smiles on your faces at your son who seems to be learning new words every day. Alastor smiles too at the reaction, a proud and satisfied look on his face. 

The three of you sit there amongst the flowers and grass, a picnic basket with lunch spread out between you. An entire afternoon passes, every moment filled with laughter, Alastor taking a few, clumsy steps into the arms of but his mother and father. When he collapses into them, he places a sloppy kiss to your cheek before getting back up and trying his best to walk over to Bill again. 

As the sun begins to set, Bill gets up and takes Alastor for a little walk around the field. The memorial is placed where your father grew up in Scotland, a field where a cousin of your father had said he would spend his younger days pretending to be an Auror and hunting down dangerous wizards and witches. And apparently, it was a place where your father would take your mother every summer, the two lazing around just as you, Bill and your son had done today.

As Alastor toddles around the field, his hand tightly secured in his fathers, you reach a hand up and place it on the stone plaque, moving your hand over the names of your parents.

“Hey, Dad,” You say, your throat tight and constricted. Three years have passed and it still causes you to get emotional. “Hey, Mum. A few things have happened in the last month since we were here. Alastor just keeps on growing, I think he’ll be taller than both you and Bill one day. He doesn’t stop babbling on either, and he is always adding new words to his list. He learnt Nan and Pa about two weeks ago and hasn’t stopped saying them.”

You laugh, brushing strands of loose hair behind your ear. “You would both love him. I wish you could have met him if only for a moment, you know? But don’t worry, Molly and Arthur spoil him rotten enough for two sets of grandparents.”

It’s only then that you notice you’ve been ripping the petals off of the wildflowers in front of you. They coat the white cotton of your dress, a mixture of red, blue and white shining back up at you. You take another deep breath and continue.

“There is a picture of the two of you on the little table by his cot. Every morning when he wakes up and I start to dress him, he points at it. And since he learnt the words, he’ll point to you two and say ‘Pa’ and ‘Nan’. He doesn’t understand what the two of you have done for him just yet, but Bill and I are going to make sure he does when he is older.”

You smile, thinking of all the times your son has done that in the past months. One time, as you struggled to put him into bed, he reached across and grabbed it, placing a kiss to the faces of his grandparents in the picture. You place a hand to your stomach with a glance to where your husband and son play amongst the grass.

“Oh, and I’m pregnant. Bill thinks it’ll be a little girl this time, he’s hanging for a daughter. Alastor doesn’t quite understand whats going on, but I think he will when my belly starts to grow.”

You watch as Bill throws your son into the air, Alastor’s squeals audible from where you sit a little while away. The happiness you feel when you watch the two of them like that, their interaction so pure and sweet, is hard to contain. You almost feel it swell in your chest and burst free. You wipe away the stray tears on your cheek and let loose a light laugh, placing your lips to the stone plaque in a short kiss. When you speak again, it’s a whisper.

“Thanks, Dad.” The words are only for him and you let yourself cry as you say them, silent tears falling with every word that passes your lips. “For everything. You gave your life so that this one was possible for me, and I am so eternally grateful.”

You rub the stone one last time, standing up with the picnic basket hanging off your arm. The grass and wildflowers tickle your bare legs as you walk towards the two people that are the centre of everything for you, Bill holding his son so close to his chest. The sight warms you from the inside out, the lowering sunshine still lingering on your skin. When you reach them, Bill wraps an arm around your shoulders, bringing you in to place a kiss to the top of your head.

“Ready?” He asks, tucking strands of your (h/c) hair behind your ear.

You smile, your pink lips so close to his that he wants to lean in and kiss them. “Ready.”

“Ready,” Alastor copies. You and Bill laugh, your eyes catching in that shared, proud look that only parents can truly understand. 

Bill ruffles his hair before grabbing your hand and leading you away from the field filled with wildflowers, your father’s little legacy resting snuggly between you. 

There you have it, folks. This series is officially over. Thank you for sharing this with me. Please let me know what you thought of the ending down below, I would absolutely love to hear your thoughts. 

If you would like to have a say in what my next Harry Potter x Reader series should be, you can find a poll containing a few ideas on my Tumblr page. You can read through them and cast your vote in my inbox. 

Again, I want to thank you, the reader, for making this series a possibility.

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Goodbye:-:Peter Parker:-:

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Here is my blurb for @upsidedownparker ‘s Summer Blurb Request. This is angsts AF! Literally, broke my own heart writing it. I used the prompt 27. “Shhh. I know.” I hope you all like this. ==>Also… wasn’t completely sure how old Peter is in Infinity War… so I made him 16.

Part 2: “Always” If you are interested... and it’s on my Masterlist!!!

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

ENDGAME SPOILER!!!!!

⚠️ Warnings: Angst, and Sad Peter.

Word count: 670

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Tony Starks funeral was, by far, the worst day of your life. Your father was gone. Gone for good. Saying goodbye to him on that battlefield was the most difficult thing you have ever had to do.

And now, you stood in front of Peter Parker about to do the second most difficult thing you ever had to do.

“Pete…” you shook your head, not wanting the memories of how things used to be to cloud your thoughts. You had to get through this.

Peters hands rested on your hips and he leaned forward to press his lips to yours like so many times before. Before the Snap. Before he dissolved into nothing. Before five years had passed ageing you into adulthood as he remained that same sixteen year old boy.

You leaned back avoiding his kiss and gently removed his hands from your body. “We can’t, Pete. I’m so sorry.” You said as tears filled your eyes.

“Why?” A confused look graced his beautiful face. His eyebrows pulled together and his pouting lip made him look all the more boyish.

A pain twisted in your chest at the sight of him. At the sight of something you were no longer allowed to have. “You’re sixteen.” You said dropping your eyes to the floor. Not wanting to watch as he inevitably came to the realization of what you were trying to say. Not wanting to see the pain of losing you in his soft brown eyes that used to brighten with joy every time he saw you.

“Yeah… so wha…” He said stepping closer to you and taking your hand in his.

“I’m twenty-one!” You cut him off, but your voice cracked as a small sob escaped your lips. You looked back up at his silence.

He still looked confused. But, a moment passed and his eyes widened. The thought of you now being an adult had, obviously, not crossed his mind. Until now. The sudden realization washed over him and his eyes filled with tears. His face began crumble into renewed misery.

You were saying ‘Goodbye.’

“No… please.” He pulled you into a tight hug as he cried. “I… I can’t lose both of you!” He sobbed into the crook of your neck.

You couldn’t speak. This was way harder than you thought. The sight and sound of this boy falling apart was heartbreaking. This boy, who always brightened your cloudiest days. This boy, who was such a dork and always made you laugh. This boy, who you loved more than anything else.

You were destroying him. And, your already shattered heart broke even more. You wrapped your arms around him. Trying to hold his shattered pieces together. But, you had to go. It was the only choice.

“Y/n… please!” He was begging now. Begging you to stay with him. To try and figure this out. To make it work. But, it couldn’t. Not yet.

“I… have to… go, Pete.” You said through sobs as you tried to push him away. But, he was so strong.

He pulled back to look at you. Tears streamed down his face and his breathing was coming out in short broken sobs. “But… I… I… I lov…” he shook his head not able to get the words out through his desperate cries.

“Shhhh…” You hushed him taking his beautiful face in your hands. “I know.” You whispered resting your forehead against his. You gently pressed your lips to his. It was slow and delicate. Both of you knowing this was the last time. Your tears mingled with his on your lips. The salty taste ruining the usual sweetness of him. “Goodbye, Pete.” You whispered against his lips. Then you turned and quickly left the room shutting the door behind you. You heard his choked sobs through the door as you leaned against it.

You shouldn’t have done it. You shouldn’t have kissed him. It only made this harder for both of you. But, you couldn’t help it. You loved him so much.

And you always would.

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[claraswritings]

I Was Meant To Love You- HEAVY SPOILERS

NOTE: This fic contains SPOILERS. If you have not seen No Way Home and don’t want SPOILERS, this is your FINAL SPOILER WARNING. I have tagged NWH Spoilers, if you haven’t blacklisted that, do not come moaning at me. You go into the tags at your own choice.

Notes: THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO HAS LEFT COMMENTS, LIKED, SHARED, I LOVE YOU ALL 🥰

This can be a sequel/epilogue to I Was Meant To Know You

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (Andrew Garfield Peter/Peter 3/ TASM Peter)

Warnings: OBVIOUS SPOILERS. Unbeta’d and written on my lunch hour

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When you’d opened your eyes next, you were flat on your back, the sunlight flickering through the clouds and causing you to shield your eyes.

“Are you okay, hon,” a middle aged woman with shockingly purple lipstick was leaning over you “Did you slip? Do you need me to call someone?”

You sat up. “I think I’m okay… I just,” your eyes flickered over your surroundings trying to see if it worked. “fainted…”

As you slowly began to piece things together, you could remember the battle, you could remember three Peter Parker’s and you could remember your request to Dr Strange. If you could remember what happened that meant…it had worked right?

But if it had worked where was this universes Peter.

“My…friend… he was…” you paused. You couldn’t exactly say ‘dressed like Spider-Man’ without this woman thinking you were completely insane. You stopped yourself before you could continue. “Going to get us some sandwiches…I was hungry and that’s why I…”

The woman didn’t look convinced but let you go “If you’re sure hon,”

You nodded, a little too quickly. A slight headache was stirring and you made a mental note to get some aspirin as your first thing to do in this new world.

***

You walked the streets of New York for hours, feeling weirdly like a visitor in a city you knew too well. Everything, nearly everything, was familiar but you felt like every person knew you were out of place.

Where the hell was Peter.

You’d headed to the Empire State Building and , craned your head upward for a glimpse of him, whilst the tourists admired the outward view. You considered going to the street his Aunt lived on but didn’t think it would be fair to spring “I’m your nephews friend from the multiverse,” on the woman. You could have told a white lie, told her you were a friend from his photography job or a fellow research assistant at his other job but again, a lie wasn’t how you wanted your new life to start.

As you roamed the streets, you noticed a “Spider-Man: Menace or Threat” sticker plastered to a lamppost and took care to peel it off, despite the looks of passers by.

Jameson was still a conspiracy nut in this universe. Some things will never change.

***

It was late into the evening when you found him not far from Grand Central Station. You’d been about to give up for the night and turn into a hotel room you’d booked, and first thought you’d head to see if there was a the same cafe here as you used to frequent.

“[Name],” His voice called out to you and instantly, your heart lifted and you turned to the source of the noise.

He dropped from a nearby fire escape, a drinks holder in one hand, they sloshed a little as he jogged over to you. He was in his civilian clothes, dark jeans, a checked shirt and a green overcoat, mask no doubt tucked in a pocket and suit likely under his everyday wear.

“Peter!” Your face lit up and you ran to meet him, throwing your arms around him in a tight hug. He returned it, holding you in close with his free arm and feeling like he should savour every thing about you, from your perfume to the way you stood on tiptoes to hug him properly.

“God it’s so good to see you” It had been hours but you felt like it had been too long. How could you hate being away from someone you didn’t know existed until a day ago. “Where were you?”

“When I…came back, I was at home rather than with you and…” he hesitated “I worried you wouldn’t remember me, and didn’t want you think I was a creep” he said into your hair

You let out a loud laugh as you separated and he found himself smiling at the sound.

“That spell was restricted to my universe,” Pausing, you zipped your coat up and tucked your hands into your pocket “Or rather…my old universe, how’d you find me?”

“I’ve been… watching you most of the day, just wanted to make sure you were okay until I could say hi,” Peter stopped when he realised you were biting your lip. He used one arm to swing around on one of the lampposts on the city street.

“Sorry… is that weird?” He stopped moving and looked down at you, brown eyes looking into yours.

You shook your head. “No…it’s actually kinda sweet,”

“I’d have came over sooner but I… didn’t know how the” he gestured.

“Peter it’s fine” you reassured him, reaching out a hand to squeeze his forearm gently. “I get it” The simplest of gestures was like a wave of relief to him and he could barely believe it had worked and that you were actually here in his universe, in his world, standing within touching distance with no immediate threat of being pulled back from him.

He could spend the rest of his life in this moment.

“I was going to…I figured you’d head for that cafe…after you went to Grand Central…I just wanted to wait until there was less people incase yknow” he averted his eyes and scratched his neck. “I…uh, I remember what you said about going here,”

You recalled your conversation with him on the rooftop in your old universe. If you had a place you went to, you’d told him you like Grand Central Station.

He’d asked if it was people watching that brought you there, and with an embarrassed shrug, you’d confided that, sometimes…but a lot of the time, it was for the stars on the ceiling.

“I, Erm, i got you this,” he offered one of the takeaway cups from the holder, it was printed with a logo you didn’t recognise “That cafe you like… it doesn’t exist here but…” he ran his free hand through his hair before waving it generally at your cup. “hopefully the one that does exist is okay”

You took a long sip. “Thank you” It tasted of marshmallows, chocolate and cream and you wondered if it was better than the one before or if it was just the company you were in. “It’s good… it’s really good,” you smiled. “It’s better.”

“You…wanna do something? Or nothing…”

“Either works,” you agreed. “We can go for a walk, that’s something…and nothing” He could tell by your eyes you were teasing.

“I…uh…already had an idea……I mean if you’d like… but, we’d have to swing there,”

You looked a little wary

“Come on, I promise you’ll be safe, I have super strength just hold on,”

***

“How do you not throw up doing that” you clutched the railing once you’d landed atop the bridge. Despite the fact your feet were firmly planted back on solid ground, you still felt a little like you were free falling on the worlds craziest rollercoaster.

“You get used to it,” He unmasked and offered you an hand to help you to sit down beside him.

“Holy shit you weren’t wrong.” You stared out at the expansive city before you from your spot on the bridge “It’s…something else.”

He passed you a pastry out of a rucksack he’d stuck to a wall and took one for himself. You took it and paused, watching him eat his for a few minutes

“Don’t worry, they’ve only been there since this afternoon,”

“No just… thank you, this is the nicest thing anyones ever done for me” you took a bite of the one he’d got you and wondered if he’d known your favourite or if he’d just got you what he thought you’d like.

“Wait for real” Peter swallowed the bite he’d taken.

It was true.

Beck had been romantic but it had all been for show and you questioned how much of it was real. Prior to your fling with Beck, you’d had a few short term “dating stage” relationships that turned into nothing. The two longer relationships you’d had neither of them successful. One with a guy, by the name of Jack Rollins, had been a secret Hydra operative and your other relationship was with a boyfriend who actually already had another girlfriend.

I’ll make up for it,” he offered “you’re really great and…people should…yknow treat you like that,” Peter could feel the heat on the back of his neck.

“Thanks, you’re…pretty great too,” you nudged him before stopping, noticing he had a few flakes of pastry dotted around his lips. “You’ve got…” You used your hands to gesture “on your face”

“What?” Peter looked confused.

“Here let me,” you offered and reached over and using your sleeve, carefully dusted away the remains. “All better,”

Your hand didn’t move from his face, thumb still hovering by his lips. His reached up to cup yours and you could feel the blood rush in your head and wondered if he could sense your heartbeat as much as you could.

Before you had a moment longer, his lips were on yours in a brief but deep, longing kiss. He pulled back before you could really reciprocate as you’d have liked.

“Sorry,” Peter murmured. “I…just…I,” his eyes were half shut almost like he was holding on to the moment.

“Don’t…” you didn’t pull back.

“Shit” Peter sighed, his deep brown eyes opening further to scanning over you for any traces he’d misread the room. “I didn’t…maybe I sh-“

“No…I mean don’t apologise,” you reached your hand up to look into his eyes “do that again,”

With that he kissed you once more. And as soon as your lips touched for a second time, he knew, if youd agreed, he’d never stop kissing you

*** Time Skip***

“Do you ever regret it.” Peter asked from beside you. You were laying on a old blanket in a park, staring up at the sky. Peter was propped up on one elbow looking at you. “Coming here.”

“No,” you shook your head.

And it was true. It had been only one month since you’d arrived but you were happier in that one month than you’d ever remembered being in the other universe.

From dancing on rooftops whilst watching the sunset, to working together in the labs he’d gotten you a job at, to listening to Jameson on his radio and laughing at the stupid things he said, even composing a drinking game that caused you both to giggle so loudly, the landlord came to tell you both off, to meeting his Aunt May and having her meatloaf which was incredible as Peter had told you.

She’d given you a hug as you’d left that evening, telling you it was so nice to see Peter with a friend, although you could tell from her face she knew you were more than that.

You had been since he’d kissed you on the bridge.

Of course you worried about him when he went out to catch criminals but as he’d reassured you, if he could handle giant mutant lizards and men who could control electricity he could handle a few petty thieves.

He was careful, cautious with you, the last thing he wanted was anyone dangerous finding out who you were but you would never sleep until you heard the fire escape window slide open and the cool air enter with him. You’d hear him shuffling around out of his costume and only relax when he’d slide into your shared bed, still lively with energy and slip an arm around you, planting soft kisses on your shoulder and toying with your hair.

“There was nothing for me back there,” you turned to face him. “I wouldn’t change anything. You have made me so happy, Peter,”

Your hand reached for his and linked your fingers together.

“I’ve never thought I could feel like this about anyone ever again” he pulled you closer by your hip and you slotted your arm around him. “I don’t… i don’t know what I’d do without you” he pressed his forehead to your and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“You’ll never find out, Pete, I’m not going anywhere,” you moved your arm up to play with his thick hair. “Me and you, forever”

Peter watched you, everything about you was all he ever needed and he didn’t want to waste a second longer.

“I love you,” the words were out of his mouth before he could even process that he’d thought them.

“I love you,” And you’d said it back before he could even kick himself or worry if he’d said it too soon. “I was meant to love you,”

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[petrparkrslut]

bug boy

you and peter have been enemies since you could remember, and staying late in class alone together proves that. this was requested but i lost it in my inbox

pairings: tasm!peterparker x reader (college ages)

warnings: smut, oral sex (fem recieving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), petnames, half edited work

wc: 5.1k

18+, NSFW

You internally groan as your professor tells you your new lab partner, but force yourself to walk over to your new seat nonetheless. Your feet trudge along the worn out flooring, preparing yourself for the next semester with Peter Parker.

You and Peter have known eachother since junior high, and it seems like you can never get away from each other. His academic plan has followed you through highschool, and now through college as well. The moment you heard Peter Parker’s name called at graduation you figured you would never have to see him again. But the moment he announced he would be attending the same school as you, you realized there was no way he could ever leave your life. That thought made you angrier than you thought anything could.

And as you sat next to him in your Friday morning chem class, the fact that he looked even better up close really made you angrier than anything could. He grew out his hair since graduation, his brunette strands toppling over each other effortlessly. You hated his super short hair, the way it made his forehead look bigger and how it all disappeared the moment he put a hat on. Now, his hair long and stuck up straight made your jaw clench in frustration. It’s harder to hate someone when they look lovable.

“Morning, y/n,” he speaks to you, voice deeper than the last time you’ve heard it. You turn to him to meet his brown eyes, his dark lashes resting on top of them.

“Morning, bug boy,” you whisper the last two words at him with a knowing smile. His hand slaps over your mouth quickly, a panicked look settling in.

“Quiet down about that maybe?” He released his grip off of your face, revealing your coy smile underneath it. You think back to junior year of highschool when your class went on a trip to Los Angeles.

His door was cracked open as you and the rest of the class were running down the hall in bathing suits, about to take a quick swim before you left the next day. You paused in front of his door, telling your friends you’ll catch up with them as your hand reached for the door handle and pushed it open.

He stood there in his suit, mask off and hair ruffled.

“What the fuck?” You stared at him with a towel in your hands, and listened to his shitty explanation for the next half hour. Since then you’ve been one of the only people in the world who knew who he was, and you loved it.

“Alright, damn,” you raise your hands in defense, a small smile spreading across your face. His teeth bite the inside of his mouth, hollowing out his right cheek in annoyance. You watch closely as his fingers tap his purple pen against the table repeatedly at an alarmingly quick rate.

The rest of the class went by in silence between the two of you. You would peer over to his notes occasionally once the professor was speaking too quickly, his hands always gently tilting the paper towards you so you could read it. You could tell how much he hated doing it, how much your lack of speed frustrated him. Yet he felt too guilty not helping you out.

“I’ll see everyone on Tuesday, my office hours are taped to the door. This room will be open until 10, work on anything you want as long as you clean it up,” the professor throws on her jacket and picks up her bags, heading towards the door as your classmates pack up.

You begin to close your notebooks and stow away your pens when you realize the stillness to your side. You roll your eyes at the man next to you; notebooks out and pen writing. Of course he’s staying after class. Your eyes drift towards the double doors of the classroom, and just as you expected, everyone is leaving. Not a single person staying expect for Peter Parker.

You hated how much effort he put in. How much he consistently proved to be better than you without even trying.

“You’re staying?” You shove your books into your bag lazily.

“Hm?” He raises his head from his writing to look at you, “Oh, yeah. Just have some extra thoughts, ‘bout the lesson.”

You refrain from rolling your eyes once more, worried they might stick so far back in your brain you’ll never be able to see again.

“Bullshit,” you mumble under your breath, an annoyed smile on your face. You store your pencils away neatly, complete silence filling the room around you.

“What?” He breathes out, head shaking as he tries to focus on the paper in front of him.

“Extra thoughts from the lesson? You have every word she spoke and your own side comments all over that hideous orange notebook.”

“Yeah, and I have more,” he shrugs, forearms covering the writing in front of him.

You stand behind him silently, the only noise bouncing around the wide room being the scribbling noises of his mechanical pencil. You roll your eyes at the red and blue colors that stain the cheap plastic of the pencil, forgetting how narcissistic he is.

You stand behind him silently for a couple seconds longer as he continues to ignore your presence. The veins on his arms flex every few moments as he writes stuff down hastily.

Quickly, you grasp the paper he’s writing on and snag it out from in front of him in one breath. His pencil drags across the sheet and onto the table in front of you two, the silence in the room being replaced by the screeching sound of graphite.

“What the fuck y/n!” his eyebrows turn inward as he glares at you. He rises from his chair to become almost level with you, still managing to tower over you by a couple of inches. A smile spreads across your face in satisfaction as Peter tries to steal the paper back out of your hands.

“Whats with the stress, Parker? ‘You writing porn about me on here?” you taunt him with a cocky smile, your bright teeth peeking through. The paper gets transferred from hand to hand, eaving above your head and behind your back as Peter tries to grasp it from you.

You watch as his jaw clenches at your words, the vein in his forehead popping through as spite floods through his bloodline. Its easy; making him mad. The way you could hear his teeth grit together and his jaw pop if you listened hard enough.

“Jus’ give me the fucking paper,” he nods his head towards it as he growls towards you. You feel like laughing in his face at his loss, but you know his ego is too fragile for that.

You hold out the paper in front of you, and finally look at it for the first time since you got it. You stare at the writing with a blank stare, cocking one eyebrow up and looking at him. The paper is filled with diagrams and formulas for his webs and web shooter, not a single white space on the entire page. A large drawing of his idea is printed right in the middle, each and every part labeled in detail in precise hand writing. Youd be lying to yourself if you said you werent impressed, but youd never tell him that.

“Yeah this is fucking porn to you either way,” you toss his paper back at him, poking at him for never being able to quit the nerd persona but hiding the fact that you have so many questions about the writing.

He catches it quickly, having quicker reflexes because of his bite. You wanna roll your eyes at his ability to do everything perfect, but cant help yourself get distracted at the thought of what else that bite made him capable of doing. His hand runs through his dark hair in stress as he straightens out his paper, his jawline flexing and his bicep releasing tension.

He sits back down in his seat with a huff, erasing the pencil line that was formed when you pulled the paper from underneath him. He goes back to writing in a second, finding room on the jam packed sheet to add tiny notes and ideas.

“Can you come here for a second?” he asks for you without looking up, eyes still buried in his writing. You walk over to him reluctantly as he finishes writing his last sentence.

You hoist your body on top of the lab table he's working on, sitting cross legged atop of the black material. He looks at you and studies your body, leaving you to assume its because of something to do with the paper in front of him. You wait patiently as he figures out exactly where to fact check with you.

Suddenly, his hands grasp your wrist, pulling it closer to him gently with focused eyes. A chill is sent down your spine at the feeling of his cold touch, thumbs stroking the skin that leads to the palm of your hands. Every move he makes is done with purpose, eyes flickering back and forth in calculated movements and fingers toying with your skin geniusly.

“I need you to do this with your hands, okay?” his voice is low as he looks at you, dead focused on the task in front of him. You watch in awe as he takes his middle and ring finger and curls them inward, connecting them to his wrist in a slow movement. Your stomach aches at his demonstration, his textured fingers curving together as one skillfully.

You take a hard gulp, mirroring his movement as his thumb presses softly against the vein on your wrist. You're guessing its so he can figure out when theyll flex upwards the most, but what do you know.

“Good,” he mumbles with a nod of approval as he writes down any new observations. Your thighs clench at the word of praise, and you pray he doesnt notice.

“Youre gonna do the same thing for me, just quicker this time. Like this,” he demonstrates again, curling his two fingers up but this time in a quick and forceful movement. Your throat runs dry in desperation at the speed, shaking it off as you realize who youre talking about here.

You obey his request again, his thumb pressing a little harder into your wrist this time.

“Good girl,” he lets out almost inaudibly as he writes down his final thoughts. You swear you almost choke at his words, your stomach tensing and your core dripping.

Your body shimmies to the end of the table, legs uncrossing and now dangling off the side. He pretends to continue writing on his paper, even when all he can think about is the girl sitting on top of his table.

He lifts his head up slowly so that hes able to subtly take all of you in. Youre sat on top of it with your hands on your thighs as his eyes reach your own. All the small noises in the empty room come to a complete halt as he stares at you, desperately trying to figure you out.

“‘You waiting for me to leave?” he says to you, and your cheeks flush red when you realize you couldve left a long time ago.

“Do you want me to be waiting for you to leave?” you raise an eyebrow at him, an unamused look on your face as he shoves his papers into his bag. He shakes his head with a quiet huff, lean fingers zippering his boring black bag.

You snicker, beginning to hop off of the table to leave before being stopped. Two hands are held firmly against your waist, stopping you from getting off the table. You look at him with a confused glance, wondering why he wont allow you to leave and also wondering how the hell he’s so fast.

“What are you-”

“Do you even realize the effect my words have on you?” his nervous face is replaced with a grin, “you fucking live for my mouth. Every decision you make is based on what I say.”

“What?” you stammer on your words as his hands grip deeper and deeper into your skin. His feet move in between your legs, now standing in between your thighs as he speaks to you.

“What were you just about to do, tell me,” he nods his head to you.

“I was trying to leave before you fucking seduced me,” you spit.

“You were leaving because I pointed out that you were still here. You stayed in the first place after I told you that I'm staying. Are you always this submissive with all those guys you fuck from Flash’s parties?” he gives you a knowing smirk, like he knows he hit a weak spot. Your face creases in complete anger as you glare down at him.

You want to be mad at him, you want to curse him out until there's no words left, but all you can think about is the feeling of his hands sliding further down and onto your thighs. Your jaw clenches and the vein at the side of your forehead pops out in annoyance.

“You dont even know me,” you grit through a quiet voice. He shoots you a look that screams ‘of course i do because i know everything and will always be better than you’ and it makes you want to slap him silly.

“I know enough,” he shrugs.

“Go ahead and tell me one thing that you know about me.”

“I know your name, i know you fall under pressure, i know youre an A+ student with an F lifestyle, i know that this is making that genius brain of yours run wild,” he presses his thumb into the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to your heat. You refrain from squirming from his touch.

Your eyes are locked on his, watching his pupils move back and forth in small movements as they decide which of your wide eyes to land on. His hands slides further up your leg as both of his thumbs add pressure to your desperate skin. His face moves to the side of your head, lips perched a small distance away from your earlobe.

“And I know that youre too much of a fucking slut to admit that you dont want this,” he whispers in your ear with a low voice. Youre not sure if you should scream at him or whimper in defeat.

You feel his breath on the skin of your neck. Suddenly, his teeth tug on your ear, adding light pressure that makes your head spin. He releases the pressure as he moves down to underneath your ear, pausing for a minute before laying a delicate kiss on the nape of your neck. Your eyes flutter shut at the foreign feeling, and you roll your head back to give him more space.

He takes this as an opportunity, treating your long neck like a blank canvas with his mouth as the brush. His lips and tongue work flawlessly together as they leave their mark up and down your neck. His hands are still placed skillfully on your thighs, thumbs rubbing small circles onto the inside of them.

“Just tell me when to stop,” he whispers into your skin, the words exciting you as you assume that means hes going further. You nod, allowing him to have all of you.

Youre not sure how you got here; his hands up your legs and his lips on your neck. A few moments ago you hated his guts, you hated the way he spoke to you and the way he could never admit that he was wrong. But that usual gut wrenching pit of anger in your stomach has been quickly replaced with a gut wrenching pit of pure arousal.

It all happened so quick, yet for some reason you wish it had happened even sooner.

His lips trail up the shadow of your jaw line and kiss the inner corner of your lips, your heart skips a beat at the touch, everything feeling very real in this moment.

He takes a moment for you to loosen up before placing his lips on yours, the feeling being so new and so bizarre. Something about your history with him excited you, making you feel wanted even by the person who is supposed to hate you the most.

Your back straightens and you legs wrap around his waist at the kiss, unconsciously pulling his body closer to yours. Your cores hit eachother as he stands in between your legs, sending waves down your thighs.

His hands roam over your body as the kiss heats up, his tongue slipping through your cherry lips and playing with your own. Your tongues dance together effortlessly, as if youve done this a thousand times over. Parts of your body are squeezed and tugged at as his rough fingers move over every inch of you.

His hands reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head quickly. Your lips break apart for a small second as the fabric of your shirt comes between you two, only for the connection to be met again quickly as he pulls you closer.

His lips trail down to your chest and kiss in between your perfect breasts. He could drool at the side of them, the way they fill your bra perfectly and perk through the material subtly. He fantasized about this very moment an embarrassing amount of times.

Your fingers tangle throughout his dark hair as he does his magic, kissing in every spot he can find as you let out heavy breaths above him. His hands find their original place on your inner thighs, and you underestimated how much you missed the feeling of them there.

You can't relish in the feeling for long before they move right back up to your waist, toying with the elastic on your leggings. His textures fingers slide into the spandex with ease, running around your waist land and snapping the material against your skin.

His lips continue to mesh with your own as his hands work by your hips. Once he feels your body begin to grind into his waist mindlessly, a surge of confidence runs through him. Within no time your leggings are pulled down your legs and onto the floor, leaving you in only your black undergarments on top of the lab table.

He takes a step back, running his eyes over your entire body in awe. His swollen lips are slightly parted as he eyes your curved and smooth curves. Hes never looked at you like this; in such an angelic light. Youve always been the opposite to him.

Once you both got to college, he always saw you as the campus slut whos too afraid of commitment to ever settle. He hated how your beauty always let you get away with it, and he hated that he saw the beauty in the first place.

But now, all he can focus on is you. The way youre innocently perched on top of the classroom lab tables, hair sprawled across your shoulders and body almost completely exposed. Your cheeks are flushed red from the heat of the kiss a few moments ago, chest heaving up and down bringing your small gold necklace along with it.

He moves back in between your legs, pulling his own shirt off before you even get the chance. You cant help yourself as your eyes trail down to his toned chest and thick arms, the sight alone making your throat run dry.

“Can i touch you?” he whispers close to your ear. He feels as if he needs to clearly know whether or not you want this, considering you hate his guts. Even now, the fact that he’s able to get you riled up in ways you never thought possible is making your head spin.

“Please,” you nod. The minute he hears the okay his lips are back on yours and his fingers are on your heat. You gasp at the feeling of his hand over top of the thin material of your thong. His middle and ring finger add light pressure onto the damp spot off the fabric, making your thighs clench once again.

“Fucking soaked,” he breathes into your lips, circling his fingers around your clit in planned motions. Even through your panties the effect he has on you is indescribable and completely out of character.

His hands eagerly yank the panties down your legs until it's puddled by your ankles carelessly. Youre sat completely exposed in front of him, giving him free range of your body.

He doesnt touch you for a few moments, indulging in the kiss and nothing else. You start to squirm with anticipation, holding back from begging for his touch so that you dont over boost his ego.

He looks at you with desperation, incredibly lucky to have you all to himself.

“Are you gonna touch me or cream your pants by the sight of me,” you bark at him quietly, your cunt pulsing uncomfortably.

“Jus’ deciding where to start,” he says while glaring at your exposed lower half, a flash of hunger glistening on his brown eyes.

He begins to drop to his knees slowly in front of you, your eyes widening in pleasant surprise. He holds eye contact with you the whole time, causing a flushed shade of pink to paint across your cheeks.

“Open,” he cocks his head to your knees, asking you to spread your thighs open for him and give him everything. You're hesitant to do so, and so you remain stubborn and keep your goods covered.

“Such an attitude until something actually happens,” he tuts as he does the job for you, taking your knees in his hands and prying open your legs until his head sits in between them.

He looks so pretty like this, strong cheekbones shoved between your thighs in nothing but a pair of loose gray sweats. He licks his bottom lip once he gets the sight of the meal in front of him, and you smirk at his reaction.

Suddenly, you feel his tongue press flat upon you, and you gasp at the unexpected feeling. The slight upward turn of his lips once he hears your reaction makes you furious, but theres nothing in you that wants to make him stop.

His tongue rides up your slit until it reaches the throbbing bud at the top, wanting nothing more than to be touched. Peter's mouth swells at the taste of you, your sweet juices dripping on his tongue in the best way possible.

Your thighs clench around his head the moment he sucks on your clit, along with your fingers tangling in his messy hair. Your hand guides his head unconsciously as his tongue toys with your most sensitive area, careless moans slipping through your lips in rhythm.

“Fuck, Peter,” you spit out as he hums against you, the noise sending a vibration through your tense legs. His lips have been on you for a few seconds and you can already feel your toes curling behind his back in pure pleasure.

His tongue slides down to your opening, pushing itself inside of you and thrusting in and out of you. The way you feel around his tongue is nothing but euphoric to him.

Your back arches inward as he finds your most sensitive spots, exploring more of your body in a few minutes than most men do in month-long relationships. His hands grasp your hips as he brings his attention back to your clit.

Silk sounding moans echo around the empty classroom as he tires his tongue out to make you feel good. You watch as his arms flex every once in a while when he hears you breath falter and your words stumble over each other.

“Im-” your words are interrupted by a wave of pleasure, causing your mouth to fall open and his mouth to pick up the pace. Youre dangerously close dangerously fast, and he knows it.

“Youre what? You gonna cum for me?” he mutters against you, his hot breath making your legs twitch around his head.

You nod frantically, forcing out struggled words as you near your peak. Just as youre about to take the final step before finishing, his tongue pulls back from your whimpering cunt, leaving you high and dry.

You stare at him with a face full of rage, in shock over his cruelness even when he has you at his most vulnerable state. You keep eye contact with him as you bring your own hand down to your clit. If wont finish you off, you will yourself. And get yourself there quicker than he ever could.

He grabs your wrist before you can even make contact with yourself, causing your teeth to grit and your jaw to tighten.

“You can't cum yet,” he coos, and you force yourself to hold back an eye roll.

“I could if you would let go of me,” you try to wiggle yourself out of his grip, but it's too strong for you to get anywhere close to being free.

You let your eyes fall down to the shadowed bulge in his sweats, tilting your head at him with a grin on your face.

“Eager, bug boy?” you whisper to him, trying to ignore the agonizing feeling below you.

“Shut the fuck up,” he retaliates, satisfying your desire to get him as mad as possible. His hands tug on his sweats until you can see his boxers, leaving only a few seconds before his hard erection hits his lower abdomen. You swallow hard at the sight of it, not expecting such an insufferable person to carry something more than sufferable.

His thumb rubs the precum on his tip in slow circles, and now reality sets in. Peter Parker’s gonna fuck you on this lab table and you dont wanna do anything to stop it.

“Dont go nervous on me now, ladybug,” he pulls out the last nickname in an attempt to mock your own for him, but it somehow feels endearing to hear. You dont show that though, keeping on your unamused face as you wait for him to let you cum for christ's sake.

You say nothing, only sitting there looking breathtakingly beautiful waiting for him. Youre half fucked already, a flustered shade of ruby red on your cheeks and your lips swollen from his own. You test him with your silence, waiting for him to take the hint and stop the throbbing on your clit.

He steps closer to you, your body still on the edge of the table as he stands between your legs. You feel his hard cock graze over your entrance as he moves, and the feeling forces you to hold back a gasp.

He runs his tip up and down your folds teasingly, only making your squirming get worse. Eventually, hes lined up with you and pushing the head of his dick in painfully slow. Your jaw drops open at the way he fills you up, hitting every inch of you. You feel his veins rub against your pulsing walls, and you feel right back at the place you were a few moments ago in no time.

“Wait,” you put your hand on his chest, and he stops immediately with a softened look on his face. “Im not on the pill.”

He laughs at your words, making your brows crease in confusion.

“I cant get you pregnant darling,” he shakes his head as he speaks to you lowly, and you just nod along. Its probably something to do with the spider thing, but you dont have the energy for asking him right now.

He starts moving again, slowly filling all of you up and rolling his head back the deeper he pushes in. His adams apple peaks through, moving up and down as he swallows hard at the feeling.

“You feel so good,” he breathes out, and his words make your walls clench around him.

“Stop talking and fuck me please,” you blurt out in impatience. Youve been on edge for what feels like forever, and his dick lingering around inside of you isnt what you need right now.

You notice his veins stand out at your words, obviously triggering something in him. His hips are suddenly slamming into your own at a scarily fast pace, a pace youve never gone to before. His cock pounds ruthlessly into your sweet spot every single time, the room echoing with the sound of your slapping skin and strangled moans from your throat.

You feel his blood run through the veins of his cock as he fucks you, sending wave after wave of pleasure. You can feel tears begin to brim in your eyes at the feeling, so overwhelmed with euphoria that youre not sure you ever wanna leave.

His throat grumbles out low groans as he fucks into your sopping wet cunt, harmonizing with your own effortlessly.

“Peter Im gonna c-” his hand slaps over your mouth before you can even finish your sentence.

“Stop fucking talking for two seconds,” his voice comes out lower than usual, a small rasp in it as his thrusts become sloppier. His hips run into your own a small number of times before his hand is released off of your mouth, giving you the okay to cum so he can follow suit.

Your body pulses around him as you finally reach your orgasm, hands crumpling papers underneath you that youre sure youll need for a future class. Your legs shake around him as your back arches, the smooth sound of your final moan sounding like music to Peter's ears.

Yet its nothing compared to the way his moans sound to you. His pornagraphic groan as he cums inside of you is straight ear candy. You swear you could cum again just from the sound of it.

You cock is still inside of you as you sit on top of the table lifelessly, so beyond words exhausted and so beyond late for your next class.

“Come to my dorm, theres nothing to clean you up with here,” he suggests, lifting your loose hair off from your neck to cool you down.

“I hate you so fucking much,” you say with your eyes shut and your throat dry.

A beat of silence passes between the two of you, followed by a nod from Peter and a, “Me too.”

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[jasntodds]

Webs Are Lame [p.p.]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, some angst

Request: hi! i have a really specific request so i understand if you don’t wanna do it or want to change it up! basically the reader can control all elements of nature (air, fire, water, etc) and tony stark kinda takes her under her wing like he did with peter. so basically he sets them up to meet each other since theyre both young and inexperienced and peter thinks her powers are lame until she shows him?? sorry its so specific haha

Summary: You’re set to start training with Peter

A/N: I know Tumblr’s shit at notifications lately, but this is just a reminder that I am going through every single note and checking my tag list and removing people who aren’t interacting starting after the next Parker one-shot. (depending on how long the notification bullshit lasts I might extend it to 2 or 3 more ya know, but so y’all know) ALSO this tag list is closed until further notice

Masterlist

Tony Stark. He’s a mastermind to say the least but he’s someone who can see potential in people even when no one else does. Especially when it comes to kids. That’s where you come in. There were videos of you all over YouTube using wind, water, earth, even fire to save lives and help those who couldn’t help themselves. It wasn’t long before you were visited by the billionaire innovator.

Tony has since taken you under his wing, helping you learn and train. This is actually great for you because you get to actually work alongside him, sometimes, anyway. Plus, with him helping you, you get all new tech that helps protect you and keep you safe. It’s truly a giant winning situation. Until now, anyway.

Tony has the bright idea to bring you and Peter into the training room to meet. You’re both the same age and young, inexperienced. Tony’s idea is that the two of you could work together and learn from each other while also learning together. A sound plan really, until you meet him.

You introduce yourselves while Tony excuses himself so you two can get acquainted but warns the both of you not to break anything or kill each other.

“So, uh, w-what can you do?” Peter asks nervously, looking to his feet and back to you.

“I can control the elements.” You state simply.

Peter’s brows furrow as he shakes his head. He bites his lip and doesn’t say a word. By the silence and the expression on his face, it’s more than obvious he’s biting back whatever he really wants to say.

“What?” You quirk a brow.

“N-nothing, really.” Peter shrugs as his cheeks turn a little red.

“I know you want to say something. What is it?” You push as you cross your arms over your chest.

“It’s just…” Peter starts. “That’s kind of lame.”

You scoff and you roll your eyes, appalled by his words. No one has ever thought your powers were lame, not that many people knew but those who did thought it was cool. You could freeze anything you wanted and set things on fire. You could use wind to create tornadoes and pin people to walls. You can create barricades with the earth and use boulders to trap criminals. Controlling the elements is totally badass. What can Peter do? Stick to walls?

“My powers are lame?” You glare the curly haired boy. “Webs are lame!”

“No, they’re not!” Peter defends. “I created my own web formula and Mr. Stark seems impressed!” Peter starts boasting about his creation making you just roll your eyes again and shift your weight to one leg.

“Dude, you stick to walls. That’s your power. You created a web fluid. Anyone with a genius brain could do that. But your actual power is that you can stick to walls.” Venom is trenched in every word, not taking kindly to Peter's attitude.

“No!” Peter scrunches his nose in annoyance. “I can stop a bus, with my bare hands!” He tosses his arms out, the anger of you minimalizing his powers getting to him. “Everything is dialed to eleven so I can actually, like, I dunno, feel when something is coming and it’s bad and I can hear things other people I can’t. Oh! And I can heal faster than normal people! That's cool!”

“Oooohhh, big deal.” You scoff, putting your nose the air. “I can keep people away from me so I won’t need any of that.”

Peter throws his head back with flaring nostrils and boiling blood. He thought being able to train alongside someone the same age as him would be fun but he thought they’d have better powers or something. There was always something about the ability to control elements that bored him. Sure, he was a fan of shows that showed the powers but in real life? It didn’t seem like it’d be all that special.

“Fine,” Peter looks back to you. “Why don't you prove it?”

In a quick movement, you sent a gust of air his way and pushed him against a wall, pulling the air from his lungs and holding him to the wall for a solid thirty seconds before letting him free. A confident smile crosses your lips as you put your hands behind your back, swaying from the heel of your foot to your toes, proud of your action. Peter slid down the wall, holding his chest and catching his breath.

Peter looks at you, flabbergasted and impressed. “Okay,” Peter takes a deep breath. “I take it back. That was really cool.” Peter sends you a timid smile. “C-can you show me more? But..not on me.”

You send him a bright smile. “Of course but you gotta show me just how strong you are and how your webshooters work.”

“Deal.” Peter says quickly, getting back to his feet.

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rnarvelboi’s mobile fic rec mp

updated: 07/24/18 this masterpost WILL NOT work on laptops/pcs. i’ve tried but nothing will solve the problem and i refuse to go through and relink every one of these fics because i spent hours putting together this original post and im exhuasted lmao. if you’re NOT on mobile click HERE :))

luke alvez x reader (criminal minds)

by @butsomeofusarelookingatthestars

biting the bullet

take me out

one moment

couples therapy 2

“…falling in love with my best friend”

unshaken

…the proposal

addicted to love

by @nelsonsmurdock

god only knows

claw marks

sugar daddy

good morning

making you jealous headcanon

missed by @writefasttalkevenfaster on my mind by @madamredwrites a kiss that shouldn’t have happened by @merlxn-emrys

spencer reid x reader (criminal minds)

by @wrecklessimagine

dermatillomania

anything

trip

breaking (part one) / and entering (part two)

soft hands

by @mentallydatingspencerreid

because i love you

conflict resolution

dare?

jealous

fearful

by @dontshootmespence

did you hear me?

hands off

a sudden change

by @nelsonsmurdock

not afraid anymore

real life

lolita / real life

by @bookofreid

love in numbers / part two

perfect timing

the doctor & the artist

fortune teller

avoidance

long way down

handle yourself

by @spencerdamnreid

undercover discovery

let me help

by @brywrites

love looks not with the eyes 

model behavior 

the reid effect part one / part two

close to you

model behavior

by @criminaldaddies

closer 

forever

drunken make out? by @make-me-imagine just let me explain by @the-criminal-soldier touchy-feely by @thelovelylittlestorythatcould nerves by @thorne93 for the sake of a kiss by @totalfanfreak four years by @ughthatimagineblog torturous by @irwinsos snowbound by @criminal-minds-fanfiction

matthew gray gubler x reader

by @wrecklessimagine

“i tried my best…”

modeling

sex scene

twelve years younger

by @mentallydatingspencerreid

turnaround

standing out in a crowd

poe dameron x reader (star wars)

by @leiaorga-na

frustration

general ‘matchmaker’ organa

by @kboogie09

galactic soulmates

deal?

crazy in love

something else

by @justauthoring

when youre back

not today

help us out

thoughts betray you

five versus one

help us out

tired of your games

by @warqueenfuriosa

on flying and falling

kissing sweetly

my heart is yours

contact

by @certifiedskywalker

not enough time

snoozing

by @theincredibleultron

putty in your hands

you’re a skywalker?

five times you kissed poe dameron

10 things i hate about you

by @shenanigans-and-imagines

i could kiss you right now

i mean it

by @poedameronstories

motivation

stay

left unsaid / what remains / confrontations by @rqgnarok kissing by @buckyskywalks interrupted day off by @secretlyheatherchandler sarcasm by @x-dudes worth the wait by @fanfic-shiz two pieces of a whole by @we-are-all-obsessed-here black leader, shutting up by @parker-peter-parker trust me by @hairringtonsteve “why are you crying” by @whirlybirbs nothing more than a pretty face by @theonewiththefanfics

kylo ren x reader (star wars)

by @azurakenway

ask me a question (ben solo)

that’s no way to speak to your senator (ben solo)

watch my heart burn

protector of the apprentice

healing hands

‘did you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you’

fallen in love

long live the supreme leader

red or black

across the stars (ben solo)

by @kyloholic

royal pains (ben solo)

clumsy (ben solo)

the supreme and his queen

divide and unite

professor ren series

by @justauthoring

come back (ben solo)

just tired (ben solo)

by @bad--bad--man  (masterlist)

pretty baby

ben sorenn, you liar

always

its my destiny

by @theindifferentdroid  

mad sounds pt 2

kiss on a dare

by @itsaconquestofimagination  

sugar, we're going down

killing me softly

keep in the dark

an unlikely hero

classroom ship (ben solo)

jealous kiss (solo triplets! kylo)

bliss by @darth-dre truly special by @chaostheoryy   somnum exterreri by @loverbug1123   slow burn by @tricksters-captain   pickup lines by @kylo-renegade   till the light burns out by @softestsolo nsfw alphabet by @whirlybirbs   red by @the-new-fanfic-order   discovered by @absolutekylotrash in my head (ben solo) by @leiaorga-na bonded / ii / iii / iv by @wandering-at-midnight

han solo x reader (star wars)

a ridiculous idea by @imaginethestarwars   we’ve got problems by @astxrwar   confession by @sincerelysaraahh

armitage hux x reader (star wars)

by @callmewinchester  

fortitude

iunctus

by @whirlybirbs  

nsfw alphabet

hux sex headcanons

by @azurakenway  

little bird

caretaker

open up to me by @the-new-fanfic-order   never again by @chaostheoryy   golden slumbers by @idontgiveahux   adulterer by @rosalynbair   cat and mouse by @silentwanderlustfanfiction never a good time by @silentwanderlustfanfiction  courage by @accio-zara iron by @zerohuxgiven resolution by @belikesnowbeautifulbutcold21 summoned by @natxpat

dylan o’brien x reader

by @cxddlyash  

the gun range

doggie play date

theo raeken x reader (teen wolf)

hey babygirl by @rememberstilinski  

derek hale x reader (teen wolf)

by @helplesslyinlovewithcharacters 

atrocious 

good enough

sorry to my unknown lover

compared to you

patience

by @perterhale

you are good

make this last

skin

by @fvckingbuchanan

my alpha 

always an us

by @thegreatficmaster

dreams come true

love when you smell like me

play with me alpha by @thelittlehalewolf trained to fight by @stilinskiimagines tidal waves by @spxderbarnes how perfect by @urwarriorangel age restriction by @huntersanonymous taking care by @honestly-lahey watch it by @snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales

issac lahey x reader (teen wolf)

by @maximoff-pan

dating issac lahey (and being a witch)would include

dating issac lahey (and being a mccall) would include

bucky barnes x reader (marvel)

by @ballyhoobarnes

man’s best friend

study break

by @bbbarneswrites

russian muses

mended hearts

by @leiaorga-na

sparks fly

avoiding

‘best friends’

easy a by @imagine-assembling-the-avengers rooftop confessions by @sebbies   attacked by @theincredibleultron   reward (ft. matt murdock) by @persephone-is-here-omg @irndad ‘s bucky fic masterlist within the smoke by @revengingbarnes fight for you by @revengingbarnes touch by @starrywriting broken by @gaybybirth   two haunted souls by @buckybarnesstar three’s company (ft. steve) by @sugardaddytonystark self defense by @marvelfic   marks by @marvelfic like real people do by @bucketbarneslove

sebastian stan x reader

by @marvel-midtown

private people

bad at love

next door 

no script by @revengingbarnes

matthew murdock x reader (marvel)

warm as the devil by @james-wesleys-sassy-eyebrow  

tony stark x reader (marvel)

press coverage / less coverage by @astxrwar  

steve rogers x reader (marvel)

hands to myself by @leiaorga-na “are you sorry now” by @prettyyoungtragedy coup de foudre by @mattymattymerduck

peter parker x reader (marvel)

by @softboy-holland

badass princess

just a kid

raspberry popsicles

broom closets by @leiaorga-na personal by @peterparker-imagines the mind reader by @strangershield euphemisms by @vinyloider thigh riding by @donttellpeterparker until you fell by @anakin-skywalkers four times by @dej-okay breathe by @something-fanfiction-ie online nemesis by @peterpcrkcr  new light by @marvelellie

tom holland x reader 

by @loserparker 

distance 

messy 

kissing me by @marvel-midtown   wanna taste by @valar--m0rghulis  honest by @theironholland

frank castle x reader (marvel)

by @avengersandlovers

the breakfast table

leather and lace

bad together by @anakin-skywalkers troublemaker by @astxrwar couldn’t take it anymore by @propertyofpoeandbucky tired by @castawaybarnes

jason todd x reader (dc)

by @maruthor  

precious asshole

disbelief

i’m just a monster by @dc-hoe always by @yj-tt-batfam-forlife you’d do that for me? by @maybe-its-5sos jason making is s/o cry by @angstytodd jason fucking todd by @alphaabucky

dick grayson x reader (dc)

by @dc-hoe

i don’t have anyone

i missed you

pleasure and ice

by @maruthor  

they never told you / they never told him

one more chance

play pretend by @sheismental   a quiet night by @dccomicsimagines   love by @angstytodd   electric currents by @dccomicsimagines

bruce wayne x reader (dc)

five am light / ten pm glow by @astxrwar for worse / for better / until death do us part by @soriseerakyra sneaky bastard by @ellana-ravenwood mind the gap by @maybe-its-5sos

clyde logan x reader (logan lucky)

to love a writer by @bad--bad--man room 1604 by @adumbdryer curse the cauliflower by @emmytypes

[isabelxbarnesx-blog]

New friends!

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings~none

Rating~fluff

Description~ It’s your first day as an avenger and you are so excited to meet your new team! But one member sticks out the most.

“Miss (y/l/n) has seem to end her slumber sir”

“Thanks Jarvis, Leave is for a minute would you”

“Of course sir”

When the AI was no longer present I sat up in bed and opened my eyes slowly. “Morning sunshine, ready for your first day as a crime fighting superhero?!”

I smile tiredly at Tony as he tries to make me laugh. Today is my first day as an avenger! Tony recruited me so he wanted to introduce me to the rest of the team.

“Get ready breakfast is done!” He sais biting into a piece of bacon.

All I did was nod and shoved him out of me room. After getting dressed and cleaned I made my way down to the dining room to see my new family sitting there.

“Hey” I said softly

It was silent for a moment until Steve spoke up.

“Good morning miss. Glad to have you on the team. It will be my pleasure to train with you.”

Then the rest of the team followed

“Sup, names Clint, you probably know me as the super awsome Hawkeye, anyw- OWW!” He stopped mid sentence due to Natasha snaking him across the back of his head. She simply smiled at me and nodded.

After everyone got to know me we went into the living room to spend some more time. It was around 3 when some one my age came walking in.

“Hey Mr.Stark, Mr. Captain Rogers Sir, Mr. Banner, Mr. Clint, Mr. Odinson, Mrs. Black Widow, and..... you are?”

I just stared at this boy. He had chocolate brown eyes that in the sun, flowed like honey and his smile just radiates happiness.

I blushed and looked at him with a smile “(y/n). I’m new.” He beld out his hand and I took it, realizing how soft his hands were.

“I’m Parker. Parker Peter!” He smiles back

“Wait no! I’m Peter Parker.” He frowned

You just smiled and held his hand. “I’m pleased to meet you Mr.Parker.”

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