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vivwritesfics · 2 years

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"I Know"

Peter Parker has the best girlfriend ever

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Peter Parker x Reader

I've been MIA for the longest time because the inspo just hasn't been there. But I've gotten away from university for a few days, and this is what came from my peaceful time alone

"I'm so sorry, baby," said Peter. He stood on top of a building, watching a bank robbery happening opposite. A bag full of snacks and two pairs of his favourite pyjamas lay discarded beside him, and Peter made a mental note to pick it up later. The wind was biting, but Peter didn’t care. His attention was split evenly between his girlfriend and the bank robbery.

This was not the first time he had flaked on date night, and he knew it wouldn't be the last. He and his girlfriend both knew. But Peter Parker had the most understanding girlfriend in the world.

"It's okay, Pete," she said. Peter could picture her now, snuggled up in her bed, waiting to change into a pair of his pyjamas, with her snack basket filled and her laptop loaded up with a Christmas movie. "Go... save the world."

It wasn't quite saving the world, but she made Peter smile. She always made Peter smile. Y/N was the most understanding person in the world. "I'll be at yours as soon as I can. Don't open the chocolate without me."

After that, Peter had no choice but to hang up. The bank robbery had started to wrap up and Peter had to stop them. He put his phone in his bag, pulled his mask over his face, and swung down to the bank. "You guys have ruined my date night."

“What the fuck?” One of the bank robbers dropped his white bag filled with green notes and swung a bat at Peter.

It was cartoon-y, how these robbers were behaving. The white bags, the notes flying all over the place. Their ski masks weren’t masks at all, but unfolded beanies with the eyeholes cut out. “Wait, can I get a picture? My girlfriend is going to love this.”

***

Y/N’s family loved Peter. Somehow, he’d never been late to dinner with her parents. Either criminals decided to take the day off, to let Peter have his dinner, or for once somebody else was cleaning up the city in his stead.

But not tonight.

“I’ll be maybe ten minutes late,” he said as he swung through the city. His suit was discarded, but his tie was still around his neck.

Y/N had her phone between her shoulder and her ear as she put in a pair of earrings. Dinners like these were a big deal to her parents. The whole family dressed up fancy, all of her sibling’s partners were invited and they had at least three courses. “Pete, babe, it’s fine. I’ll cover you.” And, as she said it, she didn’t sound disappointed at all.

Peter really had the best girlfriend in the world. “Holy shit, I love you,” he said, only just noticing his tie. But it was too late to remove it now. “Please send me the cover story.”

They said their goodbyes (with Y/N begging him to stay safe) and went to do their things. Peter fought the bad guy, managing to keep his rather expensive tie intact. Y/N finished getting dressed for dinner and went downstairs to greet her parents.

Her siblings and their partners were already downstairs, drinks in their hands.

“There she is!” Called her brother as Y/N stepped into the room. He checked his watch and feigned a frown. “Not like that boyfriend of yours to be late, is it?”

With her hands clasped behind her back, Y/N rocked on her heels. “Actually, Peters gonna be late today,” she said, hoping they weren’t going to ask anymore questions.

“That Parker boy is never late,” her father said, “What’s holding him up?”

Before now, Y/N hadn’t thought of an excuse for Peter. She had just hoped they wouldn’t ask, and then he could’ve come up with his own backstory. (Peter had gotten good at that).

“Uhh…His house… caught fire? And his aunt… is in the hospital… with death?” oh yeah no this was not going well. “Oh! And the tire on his bike popped.”

Yes. That was very believable.

But nobody questioned it as Y/N sat beside her sister and her sister’s girlfriend. “He’ll be here soon.”

Her eyes shifted to the floor, which only made everything more believable. She pulled out her phone and sent Peter the cover story, just seconds before the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it!” She shouted, jumping up.

Racing to the front door, Y/N pulled it open to see Peter stood there, still sorting out his suit. “You are so lucky nobody else answered the door,” she said and buttoned up his shirt correctly. “I sent you over the cover story,” she whispered and kissed his cheek.

Pulling him into the house, Y/N pushed him towards her father. “Hello, Mr L/N! Sorry, I’m late, my tire burst.”

Suddenly, Y/N’s mother came running out of the kitchen. “Peter, my dear!” She shouted and pulled him in for a hug. “I’m so sorry to hear about May and your house. You can stay here for as long as you need!” She cried, running her fingers through her hair. He looked at Y/N with her brows furrowed. ‘Go with it’, she mimed. “How about we all go and visit May as soon as we’re finished with dinner?”

“Oh! Please, Mrs L/N. That’s not necessary.” Peter pulled away from his girlfriend’s mother and grabbed Y/N’s hand. “Can I have a word with you upstairs?” He asked her, and Y/N allowed herself to be pulled up to her bedroom.

As soon as the door was shut Y/N was wrapped around him. “I missed you,” she said, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Missed me so much you told your family that May was in the hospital?”

“And that your house burnt down,” she said quietly, laying her head on his chest. “I know I said I’d cover for you, but I’m not very good at it, Pete.” Her arms snaked around his middle, sitting beneath his blazer.

Peter’s phone suddenly buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket and frowned once he looked at it. “Oh god, what is it?” Asked Y/N, looking up at Peter with wide eyes.

“Baby, I love you but, I’ve got to go. I swear this’ll-”

“It’s okay, Peter, I know.”

Peter kissed her. It was slow, yet oh so intense. One of those kisses that makes you gasp. “I have the best girlfriend in the world.”

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so-long-soldier-writes · 2 months

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Anatomy Class

kai parker x reader

summary: kai + magic + boredom = trouble

tags: high school au, siphoning, magical fingering, masturbation (semi-public)

word count: 1.8k

a/n: i tagged this right next to my dad; you're both 18 in this!

“You have to promise to use this wisely and not get caught with it. Not in school, and certainly not at home,” you reiterate to Kai for maybe the third time in twenty minutes.

“I know, I know! Trust me, princess, I know the risks.”

“If it runs out, I can give you more, but if my parents suspect something’s up, they’ll find a way to contact yours.”

“But what if I run out before the day’s over and it’s just wasted? If I don’t use it, it drains.”

You sigh. “What are you suggesting?”

“I don’t know… can’t I just play with it a little? I can’t do that much damage during school hours. Worst I could do is make some kid trip over his shoelaces.”

“Kai!”

“I’m kidding! But seriously, Y/N…”

“Okay, I see your point. Do whatever you want with it, just don’t get caught.”

“And if I run out, you’ll give me more?” He hates to sound greedy, but he’s desperate.

“Of course. I can’t imagine what it’s like to not have permanent access, so as little as I use mine, I might as well give it to you.” He nods. “But again, be careful.”

“I will.”

“Okay. We’re coming up on the school now. Take my hand.”

He does, and then you nod to him to siphon. “Tell me when to stop.”

Your hands glow, but it doesn’t hurt. Kai says when he siphons his siblings, it hurts them. But you don’t feel any pain. If anything, your body warms with a tingly, pleasure-like feeling. After about thirty seconds, you start to feel a little dizzy though, and decide that’s a good time to cut him off.

“Stop.”

He drops your hand immediately. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. No pain, just a little dizzy.”

“Okay,” he confirms. He’d hate to hurt the one person who’s ever given him any love and attention.

“How do you feel?”

Kai smiles as the magic runs through his veins. He lets out a small moan that settles in the pit of your stomach. “Good,” he finally answers. He then takes the pencil you’ve stuck behind your ear and makes it float in the air.

“Good,” you say, stopping for a moment to kiss the side of his face. You take your pencil back as the school comes into view. “See you in class?”

“Mhm.”

The two of you walk up to the doors together, then part ways for your first class.

You have third period together, but Kai sits all the way in the back, while you’re in the middle row. The teacher assigned the seats, and rudely placed his kids by favoritism: most engaged in the front; most uninterested in the back. Kai’s incredibly smart, but that comes to his disadvantage in school. Most of the lessons are boring; he passes them with flying colors and faces little challenge completing them. He finishes early, or already understands the material, and ends up tapping his foot or fingers during class. Mr. Peters interprets this as disrespect and boredom.

Today in class, you’re reviewing the different systems in the body. Yet another topic that Kai has practically memorized. The final exam is in three weeks, though with the material being as difficult as it is, Mr. Peters has decided to start studying early. The material isn’t too much of a challenge for you, though Kai still has you beat in that matter.

The man makes a list of topics on the chalkboard, then slowly goes down his list asking and answering questions about each one. He asks something and the class responds, but every so often, someone asks their own question, and he launches into a huge explanation for it. It’s during one of your classmate’s questions that you suddenly start to feel a heaviness in the bottom of your stomach.

Immediately, you put a hand to it. Your mind races to think of what could’ve caused it. You hadn’t eaten anything weird that day, nor have you had any aches or pains all week. In the middle of your train of thought, the feeling shifts lower. There’s a pressure traveling south. In the next moment, it feels like circles being rubbed down along your body. Intentional pressure. Kai.

Your brain provides the reason as soon as you recall your morning: you gave him magic.

“Do whatever you want with it,” you had told him.

Well, he sure is now.

Slowly, you turn to face him. His hands are hidden from sight, inside his desk, but the smile creeping on his face is unmistakable. He’s certainly messing with you.

Stop, you mouth to him.

The bastard only winks.

You turn back around and cross your legs over each other, squeezing them tight. There’s no freaking way he’s doing this in the middle of class.

The pressure suddenly increases. You can almost feel the pads of his fingers touching you - one on your clit, two brushing your folds. You bite your lip so hard it might bleed. Your hands are clenched into fists underneath the table.

“Kai, stop,” you think, hoping there’s even a point one percent chance he can read your mind. He doesn’t, though, and if anything, mimics dipping between your folds, feeling your walls.

“The organs involved in the endocrine system are- Y/N,” your teacher stops mid-sentence to look at you, “are you okay?!”

You release your fists, hoping to look less suspicious. “Yeah. I have a stomach ache. Do you- do you mind if I go to the restroom?”

Mr. Peters hurries to his desk for a hall pass. “Not at all. Go to the nurse if it doesn’t feel better in ten minutes.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you.” You take it and hurry out the door.

You spare a glance at Kai on your way out. He smirks at you when you look at him, but then looks back at his hands, clearly focused. The feeling sharpens, and you dash out the door.

As soon as you reach the bathroom, you fling yourself against the wall in the nearest stall. You’re still biting your lip not to moan, but don’t fight the need that brings you to unbuckle your belt to relieve some of the built-up tension. Criminally, it seems Kai can still control you despite the distance. You can still feel his finger-pads petting your walls. The pressure is still on your clit, and it only grows by the minute.

“Fuck,” you mutter, feeling yourself getting close.

You drop two fingers to your clit, rubbing it yourself. Your knees almost buckle, and you have to push your toes against the edge of the toilet to not slip.

“Goddammit, Kai.” It’s a whisper, but you really hope no one else is in the bathroom right then.

You focus on the way he feels on you, as well as the added pressure you’re giving yourself. Within two minutes’ time, you come. It hits you hard. Your knees almost give out, despite the way you tried to hold yourself upright. Your chest heaves; the sensation sends pleasure throughout your whole body. Your vision gets spotty, and soon, your lip starts to bleed. It’s overwhelming in all the best ways.

After another few seconds, Kai seemingly retracts his fingers. You curse him the minute he does, remembering you’re in school, and you’re supposed to be studying in class right now.

The moment you get your bearings, you stumble to your feet and towards the sink. You wash your hands and grab onto the solid material to ground yourself; your brain is still swimming in post-high fuzzies.

“Fuck you, Kai,” you think, again telepathically, hoping he can hear you. If he can, you’d bet your life on the fact that he’s wearing his signature smirk.

When you finally recover, you make your way back to class. You offer Mr. Peters a half smile and report that most of it is gone. “Must’ve been something I ate this morning,” you lie.

He replies with his own smile and a nod, and goes back to teaching.

The moment you sit, you turn to see Kai, who is, in fact, smirking at you. You give him a playful roll of your eyes before turning back to the lesson.

Luckily, that’s his only shenanigan for the day. During lunch and your other classes together, he dares to act innocent. You would scold him for it during lunchtime, but Jo is sitting with you today, preventing that entirely.

The walk back to school provides the perfect timing.

“Malachai Parker,” you say in your best authoritative voice.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“Did I do something wrong?! Did I do- you know what you did.”

“I don’t recall.”

“Third period. You and your magic fingers. You-”

“Oh,” he has the nerve to laugh, “that. Did you like that?”

“Did I like that?! Kai, during class?!”

“You said I could do whatever I wanted as long as I didn’t get caught. I didn’t get caught.”

You scoff. “I did not mean for you to do that!”

“But you liked it. What’d you do in the bathroom?”

“What?!”

“Why’d you go to the bathroom?”

“To hide the fact you were fingering me in class! What do you think I went for?!”

“Did you come?”

“Excuse me?”

“Simple question, princess.”

“I did not-”

“Don’t lie to me now.”

“Fine,” you bite your lip, “I did.”

He smiles. “Got you. Knew you liked it.”

“That was so inappropriate! I’d never think you’d be so bold. And when did you know when to stop? You did, like, ten seconds after I finished.”

He chuckles like it’s a game. “The last five times I’ve fingered you, it’s taken you five minutes on average to come. I watched on my watch; three minutes happened in class, two in the bathroom. I gave ten seconds to spare to either get you there if you needed extra time, or to ride you through it. Turns out, I’m pretty spot on.”

“Putting your brain to great use,” you mumble, “and my magic.”

Suddenly, he looks nervous. “You’re still gonna give it to me, right? I didn’t lose my chances to have it, did I? Because I can behave. Y/N, I promise. It won’t happen again.”

You change your attitude to match his. “Oh, baby, no. No, I’m not like that. Don’t you worry about stuff like that. I’m still gonna give you magic, even if you use it in questionable ways.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. But one condition.”

“Yes ma’am?”

“Wait until actual study time, like in the library, to do it. Not in class. Unless we’re watching a movie.”

“Deal.”

“Good.”

“I love you, you little weasel.”

He scrunches his nose at the nickname. “I love you, too.” Then he chuckles. “I fingered you in class.”

“Kai!”

#this has been in my drafts for months #i'm on a new medication that's tanking my sex drive and i'm struggling to write smut lately #probably tmi but i have no filter with y'all #anyway #kai parker x reader #malachai parker x reader #tvd fanfiction #kai parker oneshot #kai parker smut #high school au #characters are over 18!

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keerysfreckles · 4 months

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Heyyy I’ve love your Cole walker stories so far! I was wondering if I could request one where readers parent/parents are really mean to her so she calls Cole one night to come save her and he takes her back to the farm house and Cole’s parents love the reader so it’s no problem she stays and Cole just comforts reader and it’s all fluffy <3

broken pieces — cole walter

pairing: cole walter x fem!reader

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, verbally abusive parents, one petname used (sweetheart)

a/n: do i dare rewatch mlwtwb..

masterlist !

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cole walter's phone rings somewhere in his bedroom. why he didn't answer it? he was riding custard, mostly to get anger out since he still couldn't play football.

y/n l/n was the one to call the blonde, in order to get out of her house. her parents haven't stopped arguing since she got home after school. of course, they had to bring her into it. her father kept asking why she didn't help around the house, and her mother kept criticising her for her grades and looks. this was normal for y/n at this point.

however tonight, the poor girl had enough. so she called cole walter, who she was now cursing at for not picking up his phone. she tried calling danny next, hoping her theater nerd of a friend would answer.

"hello?"

y/n has never been more grateful to hear danny's voice. "hey- uh hey danny, is cole home?" she tried her best trying to hide to incoming tears and scratch in her throat.

of course, danny picked up on her frazzled state.

"yeah, he's outside what's up?"

"can you get him? please?" she felt so desperate asking for him, but she knew cole was aware of her situation with her parents. therefore he was able to comfort her more than the other walter siblings.

danny didn't even hesitate while slipping on his shoes by the front door to jog over to his twin. he gave cole his phone and the two spoke for a few moments.

in less than five minutes, cole put custard away, changed clothes, and started driving to y/n's house. the girl was thankful the walter's lived close.

as cole was getting y/n away from her parents, danny explained what was happening to his own parents. they both were sympathetic towards y/n, and both only wanted to help. by the time y/n and cole pulled up into the dirt road towards the ranch, the whole walter family was in the kitchen. katherine was trying to explain to the lot what y/n was going through.

cole started unbuckling his seatbelt, while y/n only stared at the dashboard.

"are you okay?" cole asks. "you don't have to go in there if it'll be too much for you. we could uh- go get something to eat? or just drive."

y/n shakes her head, "no," she wipes her nose for the millionth time from crying. "i'll be okay."

the two make their way inside the house, and being met with all the members of the walter family in the kitchen caught y/n quite off guard.

"boys, parker, upstairs now," katherine ordered.

cole was about to follow y/n into the kitchen, but katherine gave him one look and he was heading upstairs after his siblings.

as soon as katherine held y/n in her arms, the girl broke down. she cried more now than she did at her own home. she can't remember the last time she had been given a hug.

after maybe two minutes, the two broke apart and y/n was handed a cup of hot chocolate by george. she thanked him quietly before explaining to both of them what had been going on at home.

to say katherine and george were surpised would be the understatement of the year. they knew y/n didn't enjoy her own house, mainly because she was always over at the walter's with danny or cole. but they never knew it got this bad.

y/n asked if she could be excused. her voice was so quiet she was afraid katherine or george wouldn't hear.

luckily enough they did hear the quiet girl, and she was quick to knock on cole and danny's door. cole opened the door, already knowing who would be waiting on the other side. no words were shared between the pair as y/n stepped forward to hug cole. without a doubt he hugged back, rubbing a comforting hand up and down her back.

that night cole and danny both helped calm y/n down.

cole told her about her day, every single part of it. when he ate four pancakes for breakfast, when he almost yelled at mr. porter because he still hasn't graded his math test, up to when he was riding on custard no less than an hour ago.

danny told her about the new movies he started watching this week, along with how his play rehearsals were going.

sometime later parker came in with a surprise for y/n. she held out a small purple stuffed bunny. y/n remembered the bunny, and smiled when parker handed it to her.

at the last town's fair, y/n had won parker the stuffed animal during a ring toss competition with alex. y/n knew parker's favorite color was purple, so of course she gave the walter girl the prize. and here she is, handing it back to her.

that night danny gave y/n his bed to sleep in. it wasn't unusual for him to sleep on the couch downstairs. and he figured sleeping in a cramped bed with cole was the last thing she wanted.

cole was laying back in his bed, throwing a football up into the air and catching it with ease. he was explaining a certain football move he was always using sophomore year. telling her really anything to get her mind of her horrible parents.

however he stops in the middle of his sentence when he looks towards danny's bed, and sees y/n fast asleep against the pillow. he only chuckles as he grabs the blanket and drapes it over her sleeping body.

cole then leans down carefully, and softly presses a kiss to y/n's forehead.

he whispered so quietly he wasn't even sure he said the phrase, "goodnight sweetheart."

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lovelettersforthedamned · 6 months

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baby making with peter? either they already have a little one or it’s their first time tryin + bonus if it’s around the holidays :)

3+1

--genre + trope: SMUT, fluff, nsfw.

--pairing: dad!tasm!peter parker x mom!reader

--word count: 1.2k

--warnings: kissing, oral (f receiving), very fluffy sex, unprotected sex (DONT), creampie, multiple orgasms, fluff at the end.

--gif credits: @bethanyesda

The wind carried the snow throughout the city, a constant chill whipping past those that are traveling through the city. The beginning of December remained ruthless, but the multicolored lights coming from the apartments across the street warmed you. Inside your apartment, you and Peter have been unable to detach from each other’s touch all night. You two have been talking about adding another member to the family, the thought dancing through your mind for the past few days. Peter was actually the one to bring it up earlier this morning, catching you off guard. You told him you were okay to start trying, but you didn’t know you would start tonight.

Your daughter, Junie, was at your family friend’s house, decorating cookies with their kids, and probably eating all of them in the process. She doesn’t know about your plans to give her a sibling, but of course, you asked her what she thought. As soon as you asked, her face lit up, and right from that moment, you knew that you needed another little one.

The warm lighting accentuated Peter’s features as you two were entangled on the couch, your lips dancing around each other until you had to pull away for air. Peter asks as he looks into your eyes, “Are we going to do this…right now?”

You draw your attention to his face, searching for any signs of regret, “Yeah, I want to, but if you don’t then we don’t–.” Peter cuts you off with another deep kiss, the reconnection of your lips making your chest flutter.

Smiling into your lips, he mumbles, “Let’s do this baby.”

He climbs off of you, standing, as he extends a hand towards you. Grabbing it, he pulls you off the couch and leads you to your shared room. There’s a pep in his step, his eagerness never fails to amuse you. Reaching your room, you immediately pull him back into your embrace, enveloping him in another earth-shattering kiss. He swore his knees almost buckled.

Still kissing him, you blindly lead him to bed, not daring to pull away. One thing about Peter is that his hands love to travel and explore your figure, and tonight was no exception. He knew all of your soft spots to memory, his delicate touch tracing the sides of your neck, leading down to the high point of your collar bone, and eventually making his way down to cusp the supple flesh of your breast. The soft squeeze was enough to elicit a delicate moan.

You wanted more, grabbing the back of Peter’s hand, and guiding him to the hem of your shirt. He’s caught on to your desperation, grasping the fabric and pulling it off of you. Revealing that you chose not to wear a bra today. It’s only then that Peter pulls his lips away from yours, leaning back to admire the view in front of him, “Fuck baby…you’re perfect. Y’know that, right?” His eyes raised to look back at your expression, a playful glimmer flickering on his face.

You lean back onto your arms, making your breasts the main focus, and you respond, “I’m not sure Petey, maybe you could tell me, or even better, you could show me.”

Peter’s stunned by your teasing, a sudden burst of confidence, making him dizzy. A giggle erupts from your chest as he climbs on top of you. Peter starts to litter kisses upon the valley between your breasts as he works to undo your jeans, quickly undoing the button and ripping them off, pulling your panties along with them.

As soon as you’re undressed, Peter quickly follows, stripping himself until his beautifully toned body is in front of you. Peter knows what he wants, and there is nothing stopping him from devouring your, now-dripping, core. He sinks to his knees and pushes your thighs apart, the cold air touching your aching clit, making you hiss.

With dilated pupils, Peter immediately attaches his mouth to you. He groans into your entrance, your taste wrapping around his tongue. Your hands find their way to his hair, the brown strands weaving through your fingers as you tug. Peter notices how much you love this, and it only adds to his pleasure. He loves worshiping your body. He still marvels at the fact that you’re able to create life. He honestly gets a little emotional thinking about it, but that’s for another time. Right now, all he wants you to do is cum in his mouth.

He knows you're close when your toes curl and your clit starts to contract under his lips. Only a few seconds pass when his suspicions are confirmed to be true. He feels you cum onto his tongue, another groan escapes him as he’s surrounded by the taste of you. As you start to come down from your high, your fingers untangle from Peter’s hair and make their way to his hands. You’re panting as he asks, “You feeling okay, bug?”

“Baby,” you look down, “if you don’t fuck me right now, I think I might die.”

He crawls up to you, greeting you with a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips, “Alright, alright, be patient my love.”

“Please, please, please,” the world cascading off your lips like a mantra is quickly resolved as Peter enters you, bottoming out. A collective moan echoes through the room and ricochets off the walls.

Not breaking eye contact, you hold his face, taking a mental picture of him in this state. Peter’s pace has been lovingly slow, but you didn’t mind. Both of you realized that this moment is sacred. There’s no rush, no panic, but there is the overwhelming weight of tenderness pushing on your heart. Pulling Peter close, you nestle your head in his shoulder, occasionally giving him small kisses on his neck.

In this new position, you’re able to hear each pant, grunt, and moan perfectly. Combine that with the stimulation each thrust gave your clit, and you were right on the edge, once again. “Peter, baby, you whisper, “I’m right there…I’m gonna cum.”

A louder moan leaves Peter as he feels your walls clench around him, “Cum for me, cum for me (Y/N).”

Cumming on his cock sent shockwaves throughout your body, causing your legs to shake beside him. It wasn’t long before you could feel a sudden pressure inside you, Peter coating your walls with his cum. He gives you one last thrust, making sure he got every last bit inside you.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you murmur, “I love you…so much, Peter.”

Peter’s arms nestle under your back, pulling you impossibly closer, “I love you too, (Y/N).”

After you’ve both cleaned up and settled back onto the couch, you breathe in deeply, soaking in this time with Peter. The lights outside your window twinkled and shone through the evening sky, and an indescribable cheer lingered in the air. “I can’t wait to tell Junie,” Peter says.

You smile, and the thought of making her a big sister brings tears to your eyes, “It’ll be quite the Christmas for her, huh?”

Peter presses a kiss to your temple, softly sweeping the hair that fell into your face behind your ear. And as if right on cue, a knock on your door startles you, signifying that your little baby Junie is back.

--author's note: PETER PARKER, THE MAN YOU ARE!!! no but seriously holy shit i love him. this request and the other request for dad!peter is my weakness, actually. thank you for requesting!! mwah mwah mwah...support your writers by liking, commenting, and reblogging!!! my inbox is open, even past the 100 follower bash fyi! keep sending me ideas, i love them so much. everyone's brains are so delicious and smart. ok, ily bye<333

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remotepixel · 2 months

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Hi! I love your writing!!! Is it okay if I request yandere plantonic Tony stark for the reader and Peter Parker who are siblings? Like Peter is Tony's intern and then he one days meets the reader at like a dance recital or something. Sorry if this is too specific.

Hi!!! I'm so happy you like my writing and thank you for requesting! Don't worry about being too specific :)

TW: yandere themes

-Tony is a jealous person, so he doesn’t really like how happy Peter is when rambling about you during the lab sessions - blood-related or not, Tony wants the attention on himself. However, he’s able to get a rough picture of you thanks to all the information being thrown at him, and, despite his possessiveness, he is very slightly inclined to like you, even if it’s just due to Peter.

-It wasn’t until Peter was practically begged him to come and watch your dance recital though did he properly meet you. You were sweet, and watching you interact with your brother, who he was already viewing as his own kid, brought up the same parental instincts.

-If you share the same intelligence, he’d offer you a place at Starks Industries as well. It means he can keep you safely in his lab, right to him, and gives him a solid way to bond with you. Plus, as much as he won’t admit to his selfishness, it does keep you dependant on him - after all it’s a sure-fire way to get recommend to a good college, and a future job at SI; you wouldn’t want to go against him if it could mean this much.

-If not or your interests lay outside of tech (e.g. dance), he’ll be a bit disappointed, but otherwise invest in making sure you get the best opportunities through his various networkers and whatever else you need to achieve those dreams.

-He feels out of his depth whenever he tries talking to you about it. Sure, he spent hours educating himself and could probably act like he understands, but he doesn’t like not knowing things, or feeling unsure of himself. It won’t be until you confirm he’s correct or compliment him for knowing so much that he feels more comfortable, practically preening under your gaze (he’ll immediately get flustered if he’s wrong though).

-It’d be a lot easier if he could just talk about the mechanisms of his new suit or impress you with his amazing ideas involving complex physics equations he knows at least Peter would love to hear about.

-Though, if it’s for you, he’d happily sit and watch your every competition. He’d probably record it too, adding it to his ever-growing folder, and brag about how talented his kid you are (he gets irritated if they seem too interested; he doesn’t want anyone stealing you away).

-His biggest form of showing he cares is gift-giving. He can’t give you a new suit or webshooters to win your favour, so it’d be more personalised based on what you like (e.g. a show or hobby). As well as that, he’s giving you a stupid - maybe a bit mean - nickname. It’s in his blood to do so, he won’t apologize (he would. One tear and he’s backpedalling like crazy).

-He’s already gone through the motions of putting trackers and overprotective security measures on Peter, so it’s pretty easy when he does it for you. Obviously he doesn’t need to stress about you getting stabbed in alleyways unlike a certain spider, but his paranoia still remains.

-He likes keeping logs on you - where you are, with who - just in case he needs to swoop in. Since he’s your brother’s boss (and you probably heard all about his habits from Peter before anyways) you probably shrug it off, thinking he’s just trying to keep you safe due to your high-profile connections rather than out of an obsessive need.

-In general, it’d be hard to get away from him or his tendencies. You don’t want to upset Peter (who’s likely still slightly blinded by his hero worship) so you go along with it as well. Even if you do somewhat ignore Tony , he would likely bring it up in a lab session, leading to Peter bringing it up to you, and just making it the same situation as before.

#platonic yandere #yandere mcu #yandere marvel #platonic yandere mcu #platonic yandere marvel #platonic yandere avengers #yandere avengers #platonic yandere tony stark #yandere tony stark #RemotePixel

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kittycatlukey · 11 months

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“Let’s Keep This Between Us”

Note: Leon is your older brother’s best friend.

Leon Kennedy x Female Reader

Part 1 of 1

Tagging @alewesker ❤️

TW: Mentions of death, alcohol usage, language, NSFW situations (smut)‼️

You had walked into your older brother’s house to visit like you did every Friday after work. You were an RN that worked five days a week. Every Friday, you, your brother Parker, and his best friend Leon Kennedy would spend the evening at your sibling’s house, drinking, playing pool, video games, going swimming, watching baseball and whatnot. It was a great way to spend time with the two people that you cared most about in the world and helped you wind down after a long work week of saving patients.

Both your parents had died seven years ago in a car accident that was caused by a drunk driver. Even though when it happened you and your brother were considered young adults, you both were young and lost. But Leon helped you two along the way, never leaving you or your brother’s side. He was like family. Leon was your brother’s best friend since kindergarten, and that never changed. So you all have known each other your whole lives.

Shutting the front door and kicking off your shoes, leaving them by the front door, you heard a shout that belonged to Parker sounding from the living room.

“Ah shit! Grand slam by fucking Mike Trout!” He yelled in frustration, gripping his beer bottle tightly, his knuckles turning white. “The Reds are better than that! We’re down by THREE runs?! How the hell did that happen?!”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, your headache slowly beginning to worsen, “Shut up, Parker. I love the Reds, but right now I don’t care. I’ve already had a rough fucking day. That’s enough of your damn screaming.” The living room could be seen upon entering the house. You could see Leon and Parker sitting beside each other watching the baseball game.

“What happened, Y/N?” Leon’s head turned around to look at you, asking with concern. “Are you okay?” He immediately stood up from the leather couch and made his way to you, worry evident in his icy blue orbs.

“You good, lil sis?” Parker questioned from the couch, his attention instantly focusing on you.

“I’m fine, but one of my patients wasn’t. He was just a kid. He… coded. The poor kid survived… barely. I— I had to do CPR until a few other nurses and doctors came in to help me. But we saved him.” You paused at some parts, tears threatening to fall down your face.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. Come here.” Leon spoke gently, enveloping you in a comforting, warm hug.

As your arms were wrapped around his abdomen, his arms were wrapped around your waist, the smell of him instantly traveling to your nose. Leon’s familiar, masculine cologne always seemed to soothe you. The tears were stinging your eyes but eventually went away. It was weird the calming effect Leon had on you, but it worked.

“You saved that kid, Y/N. I’m proud of you. I know that wasn’t easy to do.” Leon stated confidently, his low voice close to your ear sending shivers down your spine.

“Thank you, Leon… For always being here for me… Reassuring me. You’re a good friend.” You thanked him with a small smile after pulling away.

Leon’s pretty white teeth were formed in a bright smile as he spoke to you. “You don’t have to thank me for that, Y/N. I want to be there for you and Parker anytime you need me. You and him have always been there for me too.”

“Yeah, I agree with Leon.” Parker added, patting you on the back. “You’re a really good nurse, lil sis. That kid was lucky to have you there… It sounds like you need something to take your mind off of things. And I know just the thing. Wait here… I’ll be back with some stronger shit.” Parker slapped your arm playfully before he slipped on his shoes and car keys, leaving you and Leon alone.

“Wonder what your brother has in mind.” Leon laughed, shaking his head, resulting in his brown hair swaying cutely.

“No idea. But it’s probably not good.” You smirked while rolling your eyes. “My headache is slowly becoming worse. A few beers would’ve helped. I need something— anything— to take my mind off it. Right now. I can’t wait for him to get back. You got anymore beers left? I need to get drunk asap.” You rubbed your temples with your eyes closed, attempting to ease the throbbing pain.

“I have something in mind.” Leon spoke lowly, something foreign in his voice.

At his words, your eyes snapped open. The way his words left his mouth seductively, along with the huskiness of his voice. And all you could think was “Is he flirting with me?” You gulped at his sudden straightforwardness. It was odd. He had never spoken to you in that way before. And you’d be embarrassed to admit that it kind of turned you on. But then you wondered if it was all the alcohol talking.

“Leon, you’re just drunk. You’re not thinking clearly. We can watch the game until Parker comes back.” You tried to avoid his ocean eyes as you took his large hand in yours and led him to the living room to watch the Reds v. Angels game.

Leon chuckled at you. “No, I’m not drunk. I haven’t drank anything. I’m completely sober.” He admitted.

You raised an eyebrow realizing he was telling the truth. He wasn’t swaying or stumbling when he walked and he wasn’t slurring over his words. “Okay. So what’re you talking about?”

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about, beautiful.” Leon said, his voice deep as he placed his hands on your hips.

“Leon, what’s gotten into you?” You questioned, a slight blush on your cheeks while your heart fluttered. “Are— are you…”

“Shhh. Let me make you feel good.” Leon grazed his lips over the side of your neck as you tensed up in anxiousness. “I’ve liked you for a really long time, Y/N. I think it’s about time you know.”

You gulped once again at his words. “Y-You have?”

Leon smirked against your neck, “Mmhmm. Let’s keep this between us. For now at least. I don’t want Parker to murder me.”

You nodded in response, knowing you wouldn’t be able to form a coherent answer. You had a crush on Leon for a long long time, and you never knew that he knew. You didn’t tell him and you didn’t tell your brother either. So you had no idea how he knew. You guessed you weren’t so subtle with your actions and the way you looked at him. But at that moment, that was at the back of your mind. All you wanted was Leon’s lips on yours.

You wondered where this newfound confidence had came from as you placed your hands on his cheeks and led his lips to yours. The kiss started off slow, passionate, and sweet, causing butterflies in your stomach. The way you felt at that moment was like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. Your past relationships have never given you this feeling before, and you believe that nobody could compare to the man in front of you.

As your lips moved in sync, Leon’s hands roamed your body. His hands were first on your cheeks but went down to your shoulders, then traveled to your chest, next to your waist, then your hips, then he started squeezing your ass. You squealed when he made contact with your bottom, causing him to chuckle in the kiss. Your tongues fought for dominance and his won before he pulled away reluctantly. Leon’s hands then went to the back of your thighs.

“Jump.”

You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist as he secured you. Both of his hands lifting you up by your thighs. Your lips were on each other’s again while he carried you to the couch, laying you on your back. Leon was on top of you as his lips moved from your lips to your necks, leaving bruises behind.

“Way to go for being subtle.” You joked as he continued leaving hot, wet kisses on your neck, leaving behind hickeys already beginning to form.

“I can’t help myself, Y/N. Plus, Parker will be too drunk to notice.” Leon smiled slyly before taking off his shirt, showing off his muscular upper body.

“Damn. I could never get tired of seeing that.” You but your bottom lip, gazing at his body lustfully.

Leon grinned at that while he took his pants off throwing it across the room. “This body’s all yours… Now it’s your turn, princess.” He helped you take your scrubs off, along with your undergarments. And then you were completely at his mercy. “I could never get tired of seeing you like this. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

His words made you blush. “Leon, I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?” Leon asked, making sure you actually wanted him.

You nodded in response, “Yes, Leon. I need you.”

Leon’s eyes had darkened immediately at your words. “Your wish is my command.” He began to tug his boxers off, his dick springing out from the confined fabric.

He was bigger and thicker than you would’ve thought. Leon’s boxers were on the ground before you knew it. It was red and standing tall, intimidating you. It was definitely the largest you had been with. You wondered if it would even fit inside you.

“Hey, if you don’t want me, I understand.” Leon said, worry filling his eyes. His darker than normal orbs were boring into yours. “You can stop me right now. Anytime.”

“No. No. That’s the last thing I’d want… Leon, I want you so bad.” You admitted, almost pleadingly. “Do you want me?” You asked, worried about his answer.

“Of course I do.”

“What are you waiting on?” You questioned, and without any warning, his thumb went to your clit and you gasped at his touch. Leon was rubbing your bud in circular motions and you felt like you were on cloud nine already. And he inserted his middle finger, then his ring finger, following his index finger. “Oh fuck, Leon.” You moaned over and over again at his expertise.

“You’re so wet. All for me.” He continued to keep a quick pace with his skillful digits. And pretty soon, you came hard on his fingers. He rode out your high and pulled his digits out, licking and sucking his fingers clean. “Goddamn, you taste divine.”

And with that, Leon kissed you passionately, making you taste yourself. Once he pulled away, he jerked himself off a few times, leaking pre-cum on your stomach. “You ready, baby?”

You nodded, unsure if you’d be able to form any coherent words. He once again left you speechless.

With no hesitation, he entered you, and all you could see were stars. Leon grabbed your legs and laid them atop his shoulders so he had better access to you. Your eyes rolled back into your head in pleasure. “Leon, oh my god.”

“Love to fill you up.” He murmured as he first started at a slow pace and worked his way faster, making sure not to hurt you and to make sure your comfort and pleasure was at its peak. “Shit, you feel so good around my cock.”

Leon rammed into you over and over again as you moved your hips along with his. And soon ecstasy overcame you once again. You came harder than you ever came before and all you could see was white as your pussy convulsed around him. He grunted in pure bliss. You cumming on his cock made him cum deep inside you. And when he pulled out, some of his seed tried escaping but he shoved it all back inside you with his fingers.

“Fuck, that’s so hot, Y/N.” Leon groaned, as he laid on top of you, kissing your sweaty forehead. He was sweaty as well because his hair was sticking to his forehead and cheeks. “I’ve wanted to do this with you for so long.”

“So have I.” You told him truthfully as you raked your finger through his hair.

Time must’ve gotten away from the two of you because you heard the front door open…

~~~~~

This was my first time writing about Leon Kennedy. And I apologize, I’m not the best at writing, but I enjoy it. Please go easy on me, I haven’t written anything in a while lol. I hope you all enjoyed reading though! I really loved writing this. It’s made me realize how much I missed it. I wrote this for @alewesker ! We both love Leon so much. 😂

Much love,

kittycatlukey (Von)❤️

Written: 7 July 2023

Revised: 8 July 2023

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harlequinoccult · 1 year

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This might be a total coincidence but are you prince lapin? Your icon is familiar from other IF discords. what are your favourite ifs??

ah shit lads ive been found out Yeah, thats me !! the hyperfixation got so strong i needed to write my own

SPEAKING OF. you have opened pandoras box. god have mercy on you. Woe, Interactive Novels be upon ye.

CHOP SHOP by @losergames i fucking love crime. And they way everything is written? mwah. byootiful. like im watching a fucking movie.

WOLF SET FREE by @wolfsetfree-if WULFEBOUND by @wulfebound WEREWOLF NOIR by @canismaxim-games BLOOD MOON by @barbwritesstuff

I AM SO GAY ABOUT WEREWOLF SHIT YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

THE EXILE by @exilethegame I was (and am) hyperfixated on this singular game for a very very long time and my commander is the poorest little meow meow that i love repeatedly throwing against a wall and into a meatgrinder 💖

FIELDS OF ASPHODEL by @chrysanthemumgames I am so deeply unwell over Hades. but also i never noticed the simiarities that persephone and dionysus have and it makes me go insane to think about.

THE NAMELESS by @parkerlyn not only is my own bastard cat thing on an mc the most fun to draw, but it has reawakened my feralty over fae settings and fae creatures. also parker is just like. one of the sweetest people ever created??? illegal. how are they so nice.

THE NORTHERN PASSAGE by @northern-passage not only am i deeply unwell about Lea, but i adore deeply inhuman mcs <- (the transgenderism speaking). I also just like. respect the hell out of kit fr. takes absolutely no bullshit. absolute inspiration.

GREENWARDEN by @fiddles-ifs Bautista. I am unwell. do i have a type? perhaps. shut the fuck up about it. mc is deeply neurotic and a freak (complementary) (affectionate)(relatable)

SPEAKER by @speakergame one of the BEST writers of sibling interaction, hands down. one of the first twine IFs i have ever played and god it is so fuck quality. my god.

EVERYTHING BY @heart-forge oh my god. oooohhhh my fucking god. where do i begin. all of their projects are so fucking good and distinct. i can tell you i am unwell about trigger siruud and valerian and you could probably diagnose me with something but i dont care. i am going to fucking explode their shit is so quality.

EVERYTHING BY @pdrrook how do they do it. no seriously how the fuck do they do it. magic? are they fae? did they sell their soul to the devil? banger project after banger project after banger project. ALL of their shit is quality AND THEY DO NOT MISS. EVER.

THE GRAND HEIST by @thegrandheist-if BRO I FUCKING LOVE CRIME. LOVE BEING A BASTARD.

EVERYTHING BY @jaunefleurwrites fun highschool detectives!!! :) AND THEN MY FUCKING HEART GETS SHATTERED.

LEGEND OF A SAVIOR by @legend-of-a-savior-if THE DRAMA.....THE INTRIGUE......i loved fucked up cults. I loved fucked up shit. I hate my mom. thank u.

EVERYTHING BY @leftski-if bro......the softness of orcs......leftski gets it. everyday i thank them for my FUCKING life. (wolfsbane has werewolf shit, and as you know i am. Gay. About. It.)

VIRTUE'S END by @virtues-end you already fucking know who the fuck i am unwell about if you read the rest of this god damn list. dont fucking @ me. (barghest best helvling)

VENDETTA by @vendetta-if ok hear me out guys. have i mentioned the i love crime. that i love being a nasty crime boy? well jokes on you fucker im a vigilante.

THE KING'S HOUND by @the-kingshound Mordred is my fucking son and if anything happens to him i will kill everyone in this room and then myself.

BASTARD OF CAMELOT by @llamagirl28 the drama.....the fucking drama......my mordred, a literal ten year old has their shit together better than his fucking parents. this is my fucking soap opera. i have my fucking popcorn at the ready.

THE BALLAD OF DEVILS CREEK by @devilscreekballad Okay no jokes, i absolutely and genuinely hope the author of this IF gets to be in a better spot financially and health wise. This IF is so fucking phenomenal and the dedication to the time period without shirking away from sensitive topics is honestly insane. i absolutely wish them the best. 🌻

And finally, what might be the first twine if i ever played-

SCOUT by @anya-dev im crying. im scratching at the floorboards. im crawling on the walls. im barking in a cage. scout is such a fucking interesting post apoc story. the reason is unclear but at the time of the story it doesnt particularly matter. but at the same time it does so much. i want to know SO MUCH. Oliver was the fucking blueprint for my god damn brainrot.

#there are so SO many interactive fiction games that i adore that i could go on and on about but this list is already way too fucking long #i adore the if community so much and so many authors are absolute inspirations #and i sincerely hope that each and every author i follow finds great success with their works because it is so fucking phenomenal #anyway i am gushing too much and its embarrassing goodbye #princepostin #if recs

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justabigassnerd · 2 years

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Homework's for nerds

Pairing - TASM!Peter Parker x sister!reader

Word count - 1,460

Warnings - swearing, mostly sibling banter

Summary - Peter helps his younger sister with homework, much to her annoyance

A/N - hey y'all! This was a request sent in by a lovely anon and it was definitely a joy to write. I love exploring different dynamics in my writing so this was an interesting concept to write. I apologise anon if this wasn't what you wanted (embarrassingly I haven't seen Stranger Things so I was unfamiliar with the character you referenced in your ask). Anyways I'll stop rambling now, as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!

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If there was anything you hated most on this planet, it was homework. You didn’t understand the point of leaving school after spending pretty much a whole day there and then continuing to have to do school work even after returning home when all you wanted to do was sleep. You always put off doing your homework entirely or on rare occasions, just half-assed it. It wasn’t that you didn’t understand the work, well it kind of was that, but it was also you couldn’t be bothered to have to do more work when you were already exhausted from the day you just had.

After reaching the comfort of your room after a long day of listening to teachers droning on about whatever it was, they were teaching you that day, you collapsed onto your bed and curled up, wanting to nap and not even touch your homework.

“Hey y/n/n, May told me I gotta supervise you and make sure you get your homework done. The school called her and let’s just say they’re unimpressed with your lack of homework completion.” Peter says, opening your door and standing in the doorway, arms folded as he leans against the frame.

“Were the detentions not enough punishment? Now I have to sit with you supervising me?” You groan, shoving your face in your pillow to try to hide from your brother’s amused smirk.

“Clearly not. Now come on, if we get this stuff done before dinner, I’ll order us pizza or something.” Peter says in a sing-song voice, trying to persuade you to get up. At the promise of pizza, you lift your face off your pillow at stare sceptically at him.

“Promise?” You say with a raised eyebrow, sitting up and lifting your pinky finger as Peter rolls his eyes jokingly.

“Promise.” Peter affirms, crossing to you and linking your pinky with his. With the promise secured, you get up and grab your maths books and pencil case and follow your brother down to the dining room so you can sit and do your maths homework. Peter opens his books and gets to work instantly, scribbling some scientific formulas down without stopping to think. You open up your maths book and textbook and stare at the equations on the page in front of you. Maybe you should’ve paid attention in maths class.

“Stuck?” Peter asks, breaking the silence as he looks up from his work, pushing his glasses back up his nose from where they had slipped down.

“No, all good. Just reading the stuff to make sure I’m doing everything right.” You lie quickly, smiling over at Peter before turning your attention back to your books, rereading the same line of text over and over again in the hope the words will just suddenly make sense. You fall back into silence once more, the only sound being Peter’s pen scribbling against the paper. You attempted to write out an answer to one of the equations and groaned lightly when it didn’t look right, immediately erasing the answer and starting again. This continues for fifteen more minutes before your intense focus on the textbook is broken by Peter planting himself in the seat next to you.

“What the hell?” You question, turning to look at Peter as he glances over at the textbook, eyes skimming the words quickly and formulating the answer in his head after he notices the eraser marks all over your paper indicating how much you’ve tried over and over.

“Okay, I’m going to help you out.” Peter decides, shuffling his seat closer and handing you the pencil you had abandoned on the table.

“Do your own homework.” You protest, gesturing at the books stacked on the table as Peter laughs to himself.

“You were focusing so hard you didn’t even notice I had finished, huh?” He asks as you grumble, twirling the pencil between your fingers.

“God, you are such a nerd, aren’t you?” You sass, making Peter roll his eyes and ruffle your hair despite your protests.

“You’ll be thankful for it someday.” Peter teases back. He pulls the textbook in front of him and begins to think of ways to make this understandable for you.

“Pete, you can try whatever way you want but if even the teachers can’t get me to pay attention or understand this, then you have no chance.” You say, doodling in the margins of your page.

“Teachers never promised to order pizza for dinner though, did they? I promised if we got this stuff done before dinner, I’d order us a pizza and I don’t know about you, but I really want a pizza.” Peter grins.

“You’re just in it for the pizza then?” You joke, raising an eyebrow as Peter nods.

“Yup, pretty much.” He agrees, laughing as you dramatically pretend to faint, going as far as to press the back of your hand against your forehead and pretend to fall against Peter’s side, stopping yourself and moving before he got the chance to shove you.

Peter spent the next half an hour coaching you through the maths problems you were facing. You were adamant that you wouldn’t understand the work and that Peter was just wasting his time, but he was able to get it to click in your head and you finished your homework for the first time in ages.

“See, I told you, you just needed a bit of help.” Peter says proudly, leaning back in his chair.

“Ah, so you’re proud of yourself then? You had absolutely no faith in my ability to do any of it at all?” You ask deadpan, looking over at him as his eyes widen at the realisation of what he said.

“No, that’s not what- what I meant was that-”

“Peter, chill. I was joking. I know what you meant. I’m just glad it’s done and that we can just order pizza because I’m starving.” You say, laughing at your brother’s flushed face and wide eyes from the panic you caused him with your earlier words.

“I might not order you a pizza since you almost gave me a heart attack.” Peter laughs as he stands up, rounding the table and moving his books elsewhere as you follow suit.

“Then I’ll just steal yours. Besides, I didn’t almost give you a heart attack. I doubt you, a guy with literal spider-powers, is going to be dropping dead from a heart attack anytime soon.” You say, shoving your books beside Peter’s and trailing him back to the kitchen as he digs out his phone and grabs the pizza menu off the fridge to find the number. Peter didn’t respond to your remark but simply rolled his eyes as he dialled the number for the pizza place. He stayed true to his word and ordered you both a pizza and then hung up after confirming how long it would take to arrive.

“Happy?” He asks, glancing over at you after setting his phone down on the counter and crossing to the fridge to get a drink.

“I will be when the food arrives.” You say, lifting yourself up and sitting on the counter, smiling to yourself at now having the slight height advantage over Peter.

“Of course. I’ll be sure to tell your future partner that food is the way to win your heart.” Peter jokes, taking a swig from his drink moments after.

“Thanks for helping me with my maths homework. I would’ve been stuck forever if you didn’t help out.” You mumble quietly after silence fell over the two of you. You felt like you owed Peter some gratitude for him helping you out when he didn’t need to.

“Never thought I’d hear you say thank you for something homework-related. But honestly, it’s no problem. I’m always gonna help you out. What are big brothers for if not helping their younger sister’s homework dilemmas and scaring off potential suitors.” Peter shrugs, a grin crossing his face.

“Suitors? Am I secretly part of some royal family or some shit?” You laugh, almost falling off the counter from how hard you bent double from your laughter. Peter just rolls his eyes and laughs too, knowing his odd word choice would be amusing to you.

“You’re such a nerd. That’s why you love homework and school. Homework’s for nerds and it totally explains why you love sitting doing school work for ages.” You say once you’ve recovered from your laughing fit, sitting up and wiping the tears from your eyes.

“I’m also the nerd who helped you just do your homework so…” Peter holds his hands up in mock surrender as you roll your eyes.

“You’re the king of the nerds, Pete.”

“Hey, I take pride in that!”

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quinnigallagherjones · 11 months

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hi! 💙 tell me about your favourite films!

hi nat !! 💙💙

this is so fun because i love filmssss so in no particular order:

knives out (2019) - best movie to ever exist imo !!!!!! there are so many things i love about this movie but the main one is that i never get bored of it, i can't even count how many times i have seen it at this point but every time i do watch it i am just amazed at how good it is !!! the cast, the score, the flow of the movie like it's so PERFECT, i could keep going on about this movie but let's move on so this post isn't really long hahaha

everything everywhere all at once (2022) - i still don't have words for how this movie made me feel, it was such a wild ride like i was crying one moment and then laughing the next and then back to crying, it's an amazing story and also the visuals in this movie are STUNNING !!! would recommend this movie to anyone who hasn't already seen it

emma (2020) - i am a sucker for period drama / romance films and let me tell you THIS IS THE ONE !!!!! jane austen's stories are all so beautiful and this adaptation is truly so so good !! anya taylor joy and johnny flynn have the wildest chemistry i have ever seen and play the tension perfectly !!!!

ready or not (2019) - this isn't shocking to anyone i am sure as i used to be tumblr user gracelcdomas but LISTEN !!! SHE IS THE SUPERIOR FINAL GIRL !!!! i think i am just in love with samara weaving but this movie is so so good and it's another movie that i never get tired of, it's so funny and fucked up and such a wild ride

the grand budapest hotel (2014) - OKAY so i finally watched this movie recently and omg it instantly became a comfort movie for me !! this movie deserves all the hype and praise it gets truly like it's visually stunning but also an amazing storyline with an incredible cast !!! it's also very funny to me that two of my favourite films have will readings that end up in absolute chaos hahahah

spider-man: into the spider-verse (2018) - this movie man !!!!! i am so fucking happy that we finally got a spider-man film THIS FUCKING GOOD !!! when i tell you that this is the best spider-man movie i MEAN THAT SHIT !!!!! miles morales and gwen stacy are my beloveds and also whoever cast jake johnson as peter b. parker i owe you MY LIFE !!!! seriously everyone needs to go watch this movie even if you don't give a fuck about superheroes pls DO IT

chicken run (2000) - i can't talk about some of my favourite films without mentioning chicken run !!!! this is a movie that is very nostalgic to me as my siblings and i used to watch it all the time but listen even as an adult i still ADORE THIS MOVIE !!!!! i feel like this movie is so good on so many levels but the best part about it is rooting for them the whole time and seeing them finally free at the end is just SO DAMN GOOD !!! like listen this film is CINEMA BABY !!!! PLEASE EVERYONE GO WATCH IT !!!!

i really want to keep going on about films but this post is already too long so i am just going to add a few honourable mentions here: wwdits (2014), monsters inc (2001), portrait of a lady on fire (2019), pride and prejudice (2005), get out (2017), puss in boots: the last wish (2022) and tick tick boom (2021) !!

sleepover asks !!

#thank you so so much for the ask !!!!!#i enjoyed this so much :')#nat tag #mutuals tag #answered #ask

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peter and morgan

masterlist here

Spider Surprise by LittleMissAgrafina for Nicolemoon8

"How big is it this time?"

Morgan blinked at him, face grave as she lifted her arms and spread them out as wide as she could. "The biggest one, Daddy."

Tony sighed and nodded, suppressing a shudder. Man, he hated spiders. "Okay. Let's get this over with."

He stepped forward, pushing the door to the treehouse open as he did. Just as he ducked inside, he caught movement out the corner of his eye and turned towards it. And there, leaning against the wall with a smirk, was Peter.

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Peter gets home early from college and decides to surprise his family with the help of Morgan.

Comfortember 23. Hiding + 28. Treehouse

The Kingdom Come, The Rise, The Fall by BlueCherryCoke

There were photos of everything: photos of her, the avengers, landscapes, and her family. To his surprise, his eyes were drawn to a photo he recognised.

‘Morgs, why do you have a photo of me on your wall?’ he questioned, turning around to look at her.

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Morgan meets Peter and answers an important question.

Honorary Brother by Jen27ny for imgoingtocrash

“May!” Peter’s scream drowns out the loud bang from the apartment door. In equal parts surprise and shock, May jumps from the couch, the coffee in the mug spilling on her favorite (white) blanket. “I need you to teach me about babies!”

For a second, they just stare at each other.

“Peter, I know we never really talked much about… that, but considering what kind of school you’re going to, I thought that at least your Biology teacher would-”

“Nope! Not talking about that!” Peter screams just as loud as before, but now it’s out of horror and not excitement. “I’m talking about how to care for them, not how to-” He can’t even get the sentence out, not when this is indirectly about Tony and Pepper, because going anywhere near that topic with them makes him wanna vomit over May’s (already stained, so maybe it wouldn’t be that big of a deal) favorite blanket.

~*~*~

With baby Morgan finally born, Peter is ready to be the best pseudo-brother he can be. No one else is ready, though.

Honorary Stark by imgoingtocrash

“You have to be more careful at least until Baby Stark is born,” Pepper says, placing his hand on her stomach. “She hears your voice and starts kicking away.”Peter lets out a breathy “Aw,” at that, feeling the tiny kicks of the baby against his hand. Tony and Pepper look at him, pleased. Aunt May looks like she might cry a little, from the moment and a little bit from sleep deprivation.“Pepper Potts, expert guilt-tripper since, well, forever.”“Shhh, Mister Stark, you’re ruining the moment.”As Tony and Pepper prepare to be parents, Peter realizes how happily close he is to the Stark family in a myriad of domestic ways.

Stop, Look, Listen. by for_the_night

The problem with children is sometimes they don't think before they jump- or run - for that matter. One moment Morgan was running to her father after another great day at school, the next Peter had her in his arms, fear stricken, as the car made impact.

whose daughter are you? whose fortunate son? by ohbutmydarling

"My daddy loved you three thousand."

Dad Handbook by baloobird for imgoingtocrash

Tony walks in on Peter comforting Morgan after she had a nightmare and he never expected just how soft he gets.

Love you 3000! by AimAim94

Pepper asks Morgan Stark why she loves Peter Parker.

Adorable sibling Fluff.

Yes, I threw in some Iron Dad fluff too. Don't worry. 😉

*Note: I don't own these characters. They belong to Marvel, Disney and Sony.*

Hero by lady_oneder

Time travel is fickle, and Tony is busting out his dad moves. Peter just wants to take the physics test he studied hard for.

Tony, Morgan, and Peter accidentally travel back and time and meet Howard and Maria Stark

Chapter 4 is an Author's Note.

Life in the land of orange by Charlotte_stars

"Hey, kiddo. Are you alright?"

Morgan slowly regained consciousness, blinking several times as a strange orange light assaulted her senses.

"You with us? Well, it's just me actually. You with me? I don't know your name so I'm just gonna call you kiddo for the moment. Don't try to speak, just let yourself adjust for a minute. Or five minutes. Or ten, it's not like we're going anywhere."

Morgan Stark falls out of a tree. When she wakes she meets a mysterious person who looks strangely like the boy in her Dad's photograph.

How Not to Steal a Couch by ephemeralstark

“ Why are we even taking the couch, man?” “This is Tony Stark’s couch, you know it’s gonna be worth millions,” came the reply. “Not if you dent it by dropping it, it’s not.” “Petey?” a small voice came from behind Peter, “why are those men here? Are we moving house?” “What the-” the sofa hit the floor with a clatter that interrupted Mr. Stark’s snoring from the floor above. - Two men get the bright idea to try and rob Tony Stark, not realising that the entire family is still inside the house.

Spider-Man: Finding Home by Yeeter_Parker

It was over, Beck had won. He killed everyone Peter loved. But this isn't the end. It's only the beginning. What little heart Beck had left decided to send Peter to a different universe instead of killing him. A universe where everyone was alive, except Peter didn't exist in this universe. Peter needs to stop Beck. Peter also vows to not get close to Tony, or Ned, and MJ. Until one day he meets a girl named Morgan that strikes familiarity in Peter. But it's probably nothing. Will Peter stop Beck? Will Tony figure out who this Peter is that his daughter talks so much about? Read to find out.

who you are is not where you’ve been (you’re still an innocent) by MellarkandArt

He had never, ever expected to see Skip again, not in this lifetime at least. He’d feared it, sure, had nightmares about it, of course, but the rational part of his mind concluded that it wasn’t a very plausible scenario. Not once, never in a million years would he have expected to find that monster in the Starks’ home.

“Why was Skip here?” Peter mumbled into May’s shoulder.

May stiffened but answered him. “Tony and Pepper were talking about getting a babysitter for Morgan. I told them… how much you liked Skip… I guess Tony tracked him down.”

“I thought that it might be good for you and Morgan both. I apologize if I overstepped…” Tony said.

“Why didn’t you just ask me?” Peter asked, pulling away from his aunt. ”I could have watched Morgan. I wouldn’t mind and I’d never hurt her!”

“Peter,” Pepper inquired softly, sitting in an armchair across from the sofa. “Did Skip hurt you?”

I promise to be always there when you need me by superpineappleenthusiast

brother /ˈbrʌðə/ noun 1. a man or boy in relation to other sons and daughters of his parents.

Morgan knew Daddy wasn’t Petey’s real dad. But Peter was Morgan’s brother, and always would be.

Morgan's Protective Big Brother by Ebone

Morgan gets in a fight in school and Peter is the only one who can get her.

Siblings by apscribbles

Bits of Peter and Morgan’s lives as siblings.

Hospital Days by nblkolt

Peter meets Morgan while visiting a comatose Tony in the hospital. She keeps insisting he is her brother and he doesn't know how to break it to her he is not.

We Hold These Infinities (To Be Self-Evident) by Disishistory

Morgan curses in front of everyone. More importantly, in front of Pepper. Time for Tony to blame Peter.

kidnapping by OnlyForward

morgan stark gets kidnapped and peter accidentally finds her…because the kidnapper comes and begs spiderman to take her back.

Found Family by inkinmyheartandonthepage

A little girl wondering around New York with a robot is not the weirdest thing that Peter had seen as Spider-Man but it’s definitely up there.

trick or treat by ciaconnaa

“Oh my god,” Peter nearly yelps as he grabs the smoothie away from Morgan, despite her protests. “Pepper’s allergic to strawberries? Why didn't you tell me!?”

“She is, but we don't know if I'm allergic because Dad never lets me have one, just in case. So I thought I'd do an experiment to try and find out.” Her eyes are squinted slightly as she carefully taps her lips with her fingers. “Are my lips swollen?”

“Morgan. When Pepper says allergic, how bad-“

“She uses the phrase deadly.”

“Ohmygod.”

the title of a big brother by Livinei

“All this cold-blooded betrayal,” Tony grumbles, and Peter shoots him a gleeful look, “makes me want to get a goddamn drink.”

“But you’re not going to do that,” Pepper says with a content smile, and Tony gives a yielding sigh.

“But I’m not going to do that,” he agrees.

“Oh? No?” Peter repeats, and stares between the two of them questioningly. Tony had long ago gotten past the alcoholism problem, but that didn’t mean he didn’t still drink. Reasonably, of course, but he did.

Except, now that Peter thought about it, he couldn’t quite remember seeing Tony have a drink at all recently.

Tony and Pepper exchange a look that Peter can’t quite read. Then Pepper gives him a small shrug, her smile saying well, go on. Tony clears his throat.

OR a drabble in which Peter finds out that Tony and Pepper are expecting a baby

Plushie Superiority by LittleMissAgrafina for Aixabi

"Come in." Morgan mumbled, her voice muffled.

Peter pushed the door open, taking in the way that Morgan was sprawled face down on her bed with her face squished in her comforter. He ambled across the room and dropped down on the bed next to her, mirroring her position.

They lay in silence, Peter eventually turning his head to side to breathe easier. Comforters weren't exactly one of the most breathable things around.

After a few moments, Peter nudged Morgan. "Wanna tell me what's bothering you?" He asked quietly. "You don't have to, but I want to help if I can."

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Comfortember Day 7. Comfort Item

From Strangers to Siblings by for_the_night

“Your friend will be okay, I can feel it,” the girl said, beaming positively at Peter in the hospital corridor.

“You can?”

“Uh-huh. Daddy said I have the same magic sense as my brother, he can feel things too.”

Peter frowned, feeling a sense of familiarity in the girl’s expressive mannerisms. She reminded him of Tony.

Or: how Peter saves some candy, makes a friend, and gets the shock of his life. (Aka, Peter meets Morgan Stark)

#iron man #irondad and spiderson #irondad fics #irondad #peter parker #peter parker fics #tony stark #tony stark fics #morgan stark #morgan and peter #spider-man #spider-man fics

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hello. 👊🙉(parker), 💥👪🪤(sev), 🌙👑(general), 📣🔪🌪️(adam) (or pick and choose lol)

Long one so under the read more it goes

👊Are they quick to violence? (Parker)

Not in the slightest. While Parker is often sarcastic and snarky, he's not a very violent person. He's the Splatoon's medic for a reason

🙉What is the worst thing your OC could hear from someone? (Parker)

I'm gonna take a shot in the dark and say any sort of Ad Hominem would do it. Parker has very low self confidence to start with so attacks on his person are near guaranteed to fuck him up. Worst over all though? I couldn't tell you.

(I'm still very much working on Sam's character so these next 3 are shots in the dark)

💥What emotions do they have trouble dealing with? (Sev/Sam)

Affection and/or positive feelings for others. Sam is a bit of a stoic and was raised in a very unfriendly environment, so when people like Adam and Cassie come along and show her that life isn't a constant uphill battle it's a very new thing to deal with for her. Well, not new, but unfamiliar.

👪 What is their family like? What is your ocs relationship to them? Does your oc have any siblings? (Sev/Sam)

Sev's relationship with their family is . . . quiet. In truth, they ran away from home at some point in their lives and hasn't looked back, so they haven't seen or heard from their family in a very, very long time. I'm not sure if they had any siblings or not, but even if they did their contact with them is long dry.

🪤What will always lure them into certain danger? A loved one in danger? A promise of something they are always searching for? (Sev/Sam)

Both of those, actually! Though more so the latter. Sev's story is likley going to largely revolve around her looking for some sort of purpose in life, and she'd do anything to find where she belongs. On the other hand, I can see her picking up a bit of Adam's fierce loyalty to others, so say someone like Cassie finds themselves in danger, she'd run headlong into danger to save her.

🌙 What is your oc’s greatest wish? How far are they willing to go for it? (General)

All General wants in life is to see his family happy, especially his brother. He'd do anything to give them the lives they deserve.

👑 What does your oc want to be remembered as? Why? (General)

I don't think General really cares for legacy. He's already remembered as a fantastic turf war player, but that doesn't entirely matter to him. What does matter is how those around him remember him, whether it be the people he meets along the way or those stuck to him like glue. To them, he wants to be remembered for who he is, a friend, a protector, and a brother.

📣 How loud are they? What do they speak like? Got a voice claim? (Adam)

Adam can vary from being very soft spoken to the loudest bitch in the room, though most of the time he speaks at a very moderate level. His voice is surprisingly soft for someone in his line of work, and he speaks with a mild southwestern accent that really comes out when emotions are high. Voice claim wise, he's a cross between Matt Lanter and Pedro Pascal. I Flip between the two a lot.

🔪 how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame? (Adam)

Adam will lose his fucking mind. He hates seeing his loved ones in pain, and will automatically think It should've been me. He'll panic, he'll want to do everything in his power to help them. He'll stay with them day and night until he's sure they're okay. I mentioned it before, but Adam is fiercely loyal, and his greatest strength is the very same thing that can send him spiraling out of control.

🌪️ what is the biggest change you’ve ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version? (Adam)

The serious answer is Adam's soft side. He didn't have than initially and was just a jackass through and through. It really wasn't until I put him next to Jessie that I began fiddling with the idea of Adam's anger and pissy personality just being a facade, and he wasn't always like that. The actual answer is I gave him melanin.

#ask #tangotechnologies #splatoon #OC: Adam #OC: Parker #OC: General #OC: Sev #post #thanks for this ask this was fun to answer!!

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My Unwanted Mate - Chapter 4 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Tatum Briar

Biting my lip nervously, I hovered behind Nathan as we waited for Torin to sign some papers with the Alpha's lawyer.

They were going over the paper on the back of the car, the street lights in the parking lot helping them see. I kept glancing around, scared that some criminal was going to jump out and attack us.

The cold wasn't helping... I kept shivering and pressing against my twin in search for warmth.

The lawyer who introduced himself as Parker kept glancing out the corner of his eye at us.

The attention made my face warm and I hid it against Nathan's shoulder.

My twin noticed the male's interested stares too but instead of blushing like a fool, he smiled up at the big Beta male.

He loves attention from attractive males and says I should too.

That it's a compliment of sorts.

"This should do, I'll be right back with the Alpha," Parker showed nothing but respect for his Luna, going as far as opening the car door for him.

Nathan and I slid in the back seat of Torin's car where it was a little warmer.

The Luna was glaring out the window with his arms crossed.

The Alpha was in serious trouble.

I couldn't say the same about Calvin.

When we found out he had also been arrested and placed in a holding cell, all I've been able to do was worry.

There's probably horrible criminals in there with him.

'What if they hurt him? What if he's not being fed?'

"I can't let him go out for one day," Torin fumed.

"One day," he emphasized.

"Our mate's been to jail..." Nathan giggled. "That's kind of hot."

I smacked my brother's arm and gave him a warning glare.

This wasn't funny... Calvin could get into serious trouble.

He has a pup who needs him.. we need him

Thankfully Benjamin was still asleep when we left.

Torin had called his mom to come over and stay with the pup until we got back.

It was already really late though and I doubted Mrs. Frey would go back home, especially when she was due at the pack house so early anyways to start breakfast.

There was no telling how long it will take for the Alpha and Calvin to be released either.

I just hope everything is okay.

Nathan turned to me and gave a reassuring smile.

He was always so confident about everything.

It had been a huge surprise when he was the one that took our mate's rejection so hard.

Usually he was the one comforting me.

I think he just never thought anyone in their right mind would reject us.

My own insecurities made me expect a rejection though.

So in a way, I was prepared for it.

Dropping my head on Nathan's shoulder I grabbed his hand and rubbed my thumb over the back of it.

He's so soft and pretty... I don't know how Calvin could not want him.

Maybe our mate isn't the smartest male.

Then again, I don't think it has anything to do with us.

Calvin had said so himself... he'd never wanted a mate.

I never knew that was a thing... everyone wants a mate.

Whoever hurt him should... they should... fall off a cliff or something.

They not only left Calvin but Benjamin.

Who could leave their pup? Someone so innocent and adorable.

If that's what Calvin fears, it's pointless... we'd never leave them.

I just want to take care of them and give Benjamin lots of siblings to play with.

Torin swung the car door open so abruptly that I jumped.

Nathan rushed after the redhead, hurriedly scrambling out the car with me behind him.

"You freaking asshole," Torin shouted across the parking lot at the three males walking towards us.

My breath got stuck in my throat at the sight of our mate.

It's been too long since we've seen him.

He stood a few inches taller than his Alpha, his muscles bulging out of the white t-shirt.

I would have started drooling over the male if the red that had stained his shirt hadn't caught my attention.

Looking up at his face, there was a nasty wound on his cheekbone that was still bloody.

I knew it was bad or else it would have healed already.

Not knowing what else to do, I ran towards the male.

"You're hurt," I cried, my hands hovering over him wanting to search for anymore wounds but not wanting to cause any pain.

Grabbing his head, I brought him down to my level so I could inspect it closely.

"Don't worry, we'll get you cleaned up."

"Who did this?" Nathan appeared beside me, already demanding answers.

The big Beta male grunted and to our surprise he started laughing.

I looked up at him with surprise, taking in his hooded eyes that seemed a little dazed.

'Was it because he was hit on the head? He needs to see a doctor.'

"My little wolves, are going to take care of me?"

Gaping, I turned to Nathan for an answer but he was too busy nodding and batting his lashes up at the male.

"Ignore him, he's drunk off his ass," Alpha Robert grumbled.

"You... you big idiot," Torin shouted.

It seemed he had no idea what to say but he was so angry that his freckled face was as red as his hair.

"I let you go out for a few hours and you start a bar fight with humans."

The Alpha ignored his upset mate and turned to his lawyer to shake his hand in thanks.

Parker turned to us and smiled kindly.

My face quickly heated up but I squeaked when Calvin pulled Nathan and I against him possessively.

I was so confused but I couldn't ignore the strong masculine scent that surrounded me and the hard body my front was pressed up against.

Without a care as to who was watching, I rubbed up against him in an attempt to scent mark the male.

The bonus was how good it felt.

Especially my hard member brushing against his muscular thigh.

Whining with need, I tilted my head back for my mate.

I wasn't sure what I wanted more.

For him to kiss me or mark me... either I would be happy with.

He chose the latter, his lips brushed against my neck and my hands fisted his shirt in an attempt to keep him close.

Nathan was there too... I could hear him mumbling to the Moon Goddess about something being unfair and it not being right or something.

I reached out for him, moaning when Calvin sucked on the sensitive skin of my neck.

I wanted him to bite down... to mark me.

His mouth was gone all too soon though and Nathan's complaining was replaced by his moans.

"No, we can't," Nathan whined.

"What's wrong baby?"

I shivered at the sound of his deep voice, their words flying right over my head.

I just wanted the big male to touch me some more.

"You're drunk."

"I know what I'm doing."

"We're not doing anything with you," Nathan declared, jerking me out of our mate's hold and locking his arm around mine.

I breathed in the cold air and blinked at my upset twin.

Realization dawned and my face caught fire.

What is wrong with me?

The male is obviously not thinking clearly and I just let him do as he pleased with me.

I took advantage of him.

Calvin smile only grew, his eyes scanning over every inch of us.

I tried my hardest to ignore the fluttering in my lower belly.

This was wrong... I'm a horrible wolf.

Taking advantage of the inebriate male after he made it clear he didn't want us.

Tears blurred my vision and I turned into Nathan's hold.

I want to go home... mostly, I want to talk to momma.

He always knows what to do... we couldn't tell Daddy though.

He'd show up the next day with a plan to kill the male who turned us away.

"You're so stupid," Torin blurted out to his mate.

He's one of the only wolves I know who'd dare talk to an Alpha like that.

"What kind of example does this set for the pups? The young wolves who look up to you?"

"We teach them right from wrong. If they choose wrong that's their fault not mine."

Alpha Robby rolled his eyes.

"And what about you? Lying about holidays to celebrate the Moon Goddess?"

He shook his head as if disappointment and started walking towards the car.

"I said that to you, no one else. You can't turn this around on me Robert."

The Alpha paused on his walk, his jaw clenching before he took a deep breath.

The Luna wasn't fazed by this, seeming to think his anger was nothing concerning.

"You should be glad there's a bunch of guest rooms available because that's where you're going to be sleeping."

Torin brushed past the Alpha to get to the car.

"You can't kick me out of my own bedroom."

"Yeah? We'll see about that."

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if you don’t like me, then i guess you’ll hate me — tasm!peter parker

tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

word count: 4931

summary: your whole life people either liked you, loved you, or hated you. when you met peter parker and he was indifferent towards you, you didn’t know how to react, so you started a plan to get him to hate you.

warnings: alcohol, dirty talk, oral (male & fem receiving), unprotected sex

a/n: i am literally so freaking glad i finally finished this! also this is my longest one shot so far so, very proud. i am currently obsessed with andrew and his peter parker so expect a loooooot more tasm smut coming from me. enjoy!

You were loved by everyone. That isn’t some naive idea you had about the world, for as long as you could remember that was just the truth.

Being on a family sitcom from the time you were three weeks old to the age of fourteen, you were raised in the spotlight. Overwhelming love and praise was something that you had felt by a million strangers all of the time. Along with that, your parents and siblings also did a pretty bang-up job of not being huge pieces of shit. Everyone you had ever met loved you or at the very least, pretended to like you.

So it was a huge fucking smack in the face when you met Peter Parker and he didn’t like you.

“You don’t like me?” You asked, a muddled feeling of confusion falling over you.

Peter turned from whatever he was writing to face you with a more clear feeling of confusion. “What?”

“Gwen told me you didn’t like me.” You were aware of how middle-schooler that sentence had sounded which made you save a load of cringe for later because you also were aware that you were unable to stop it.

Peter sighed, his hand going to rub his temple like you were physically causing a headache to occur.

“Look, you’re a nice girl, but we just don’t click.”

Click? Click!? What the fuck was that even supposed to mean?

You were going to continue badgering the boy because frankly, you didn’t know what there was to not like about you, but you were stopped short by your newfound best friend, Gwen Stacy, taping your shoulder and signifying for you to sit down in your seat. You mindless followed her direction without another word, mouth slightly agape at what had just happened.

As your English 101 professor rambled on about your newest paper that you were only going to be given a week-in-a-half to write, all you could think about was Peter Parker.

You didn’t want to try to make him like you. Despite the disbelief you felt in the fact that he didn’t like you, you didn’t want to stoop down to the level that you had seen others delve in before. The concept of someone just feeling indifferent towards you made you terrified in a way you couldn’t even really mangle into tangible thoughts let alone words. When people didn’t love you or like you, you only saw hate. You never saw indifference. Within that hour you had devised a plan to make Peter Parker no longer feel indifferent towards you.

After class was over, you pulled Gwen close to you as you walked out.

“That guy I met over the weekend,” you started.

“Flash?”

“Yeah.”

“What about him?”

“I want you to hook me up with him.”

Gwen looked at you with a facial expression that screamed a mixture of shock and confusion.

“Why would you want to hook up with Flash?”

“Because he’s hot and I need to get laid,” you partially lied. “Please help a girl out?”

Gwen thought about it for a moment. “Okay, I suppose.”

“And we’re going out this weekend,” you added on.

Gwen playfully rolled her eyes as you continued to venture towards your next class. You smiled to yourself as you were one step ahead in your quest to make Peter Parker hate you.

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The week had gone by in a blur. A few assignments here and there, an essay you almost forgot to write, and a calculus project that you accidentally had Gwen do for you. Finally, it was Friday night and it was time for your plan to continue to unfold.

You and Gwen got ready at your apartment. You had already had three shots before the boys even showed up. With the small buzz running through you, Gwen started to look more appealing than Flash. You started to wonder if hooking up with her would make Peter more upset than hooking up with Flash. Even though this option did seem appealing, you ultimately decided against it.

When Gwen opened the door to reveal Flash and Peter, you let out a squeal of excitement. You wrapped your arms around Flash’s neck, a devious smile coming to your lips as you felt his arms wrap around your waist in response.

“I’m happy to see you,” you whispered in his ear before planting a pleasant kiss on his cheek.

As you pulled away from him, you made sure to have your arms linger on his biceps as you kept eye contact with him. You did feel bad for playing with Flash’s emotions, but you had to make it look believable for Peter, and if there was one thing you were good at in life, it was acting.

“Hey, Parker,” you said quickly before turning on the ball of your foot and disappearing into your room.

When you emerged, all three of the people in your presence had their jaws on the floor. You looked amazing in your sparkly red dress and matching pumps. A smirk arose yet again on your lips because of Peter’s reaction. As soon as he caught your eyes his jaw locked. You saw something stirring in his brown eyes and that made butterflies explode in your stomach.

“C’mon guys, let’s get this show on the road.”

Peter decided to drive to the club and also opted to be the designated driver of the night. Gwen sat in the passenger’s seat and was the DJ, she always had the best music choices best suited for the mood. That left you and Flash in the back together.

You were never a fan of subtlety and that was very obvious in the way your hands ran up and down Flash’s body as you talked to him. You had caught Peter’s brown eyes in the rearview mirror a few more times than he would like to admit. You felt powerful every time you felt his gaze burn into you and you got just as much of a boost when Flash pulled you closer.

As you four went into the club, your plan started to unfold for you even further. It was simple, really. You would start dancing with Gwen, maybe even Peter for a minute, but after that, all focus was to be on Flash at all times. Your goal to make Peter despise you would be a job well done after the night was over.

–

Everything was going according to plan. Flash was like putty in your hands. For the last two hours, you had yourself pressed against Flash, his hands glued to your hips. You felt his excitement to be so close to you more than once. You had also felt Peter staring daggers at you periodically throughout the night and you had felt like you won. After this, you would get plowed by the attractive young blonde in front of you, and then you would carry on with your life. With this clarity in mind, you decided that you were ready to stop and go home.

“I’ll be right back,” you yelled over the music to Flash. Before you made your way to the bathroom you also informed Gwen of what you were doing,

As you made your way into the hallway where the bathrooms split off, you felt someone grab your hips harshly and push you into a broom closet. You went to yell out but whoever grabbed you put a hand over your mouth. Once you were in the closet, you were let go of and turned around to see Peter standing there.

“The hell, Parker?” You scolded, slapping his arm.

“What? I wanted to talk,” he shrugged.

“And we couldn’t have talked without you throwing me into a closet?” You sassed, crossing your arms. You tried your best to act annoyed and confused. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Are you trying to get back at me or something for that ‘not liking you’ comment?” He asked bluntly.

“No, I couldn’t care less if you liked me or not.” You stepped closer to him, arms under your chest pushing your breasts up knowingly. “Look, Parker, I know it might be weird for me to be around all the time, but you’re just going to have to get used to it. Not only do we have all the same classes, but your friends—our friends—like me.” You looked up at his big brown eyes slowly filling with frustration that that caused a smirk to grow on your lips. You were winning. “Flash in particular likes me a lot. I like him too”

“That’s such a fucking lie.”

“Yeah? And how the hell would you know that? You don’t even like me, let alone know me enough to know what I like.”

“You wanna know how I know that?”

“I do. Please, Peter, enlighten me. Tell me how I’m lying.”

His head dropped down, mouth closer to your ear, breath dancing across your neck.

“I know because someone who actually liked him would be out there dancing with him, not in here practically soaking their panties yelling at me.”

You looked up at him shocked, for multiple reasons. One being that you couldn’t believe that Peter Parker was being so blunt, and the other being that you were surprised that he figured out what you were doing so soon.

Your cold exterior started to crack as he assaulted your defenses. You tried to muster up an unbothered looked, but instead, you ended up looking pissed off. Damnit.

“F-fuck off, Parker,” you muttered with so much defense in your voice you wanted to slap yourself silly.

Finally, it was Peter’s turn to smirk at this.

He slowly reached forward, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. His hand stayed pressed against your cheek, thumb lightly brushing against your cheekbone. You felt uneasy by how gentle he was, you were unsure how to react in this situation. His thumb slowly made its way down to where it was pulling your bottom lip down. He kept you like that for a moment as he started to speak.

“When he’s fucking you tonight, I want you to think about me, princess,” he said softly. “Think about just how much better it would feel to have my cock inside you.”

Before you even had time to process what he said, Peter had disappeared. The only proof you had that he was even there was the salty taste his thumb had left on your lip.

You quickly slipped out of the closet as well. You walked with conviction to the booth Flash and Gwen were occupying. You grabbed Flash by his shirt, pulling him in for a heated and sloppy kiss.

“I wanna get out of here,” you stated bluntly. You then leaned up closer to his ear, whispering to sound more seductive. “I want you to fuck me.”

You had never seen someone move so quickly after you said those words. In a flash (haha, pun very much intended), he had you in a cab and on your way back to the apartment. Gwen and Peter had decided to go get something to eat, and Gwen being your friend (and personally not wanting to hear your sex noises), wanted to give you two some privacy.

As soon as you entered your apartment before the door was even fully shut, you two were shedding your clothes all over the place. You barely made it to your room before he was grasping at your underwear. Flash attempted to go down on you, but you had pulled him back up, insisting that you couldn’t wait for him.

You were ashamed to admit that as soon as your eyes closed, it was Peter you were thinking about. You had to bite down on your lip as to not moan out his name. You hated it but he was right. You knew you wanted him. You already knew that he would be able to make you feel types of pleasure that you hadn’t before. As Flash pounded into you, all you could think about was fucking Peter Parker.

As you came, you pulled Flash closer and closed your eyes tighter, trying your best to hold onto your high and the thought of Peter being the guy inside of you.

When your high was over and Flash had slumped off next to you, you felt sick at what you had just done. You felt even sicker for the realization that came next.

Peter Parker was winning.

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You had woken up the next morning alone. To be honest you were relieved that you had kicked Flash out (not so subtly) after you guys finished last night. He surprisingly took it like a champ and was still a gentleman as you pushed him out of your door at three in the morning. He kissed you on the cheek and thanked you for a wonderful night before he disappeared down the hallway.

You didn’t drink enough to have a hangover but you still felt off as you got out of bed. You were dressed in an oversized t-shirt you stole from Gwen and your underwear. Saying you had a bad case of bedhead would have been an understatement. As the smell of bacon and eggs wafted into your nose, you realized you were starving. You looked over at the clock and it was close to eleven.

You made your way out of bed and down the hall. As you entered the kitchen you saw Gwen dancing as she made breakfast. She started to sing Pocket Full of Sunshine and moved her hips to the beat. The only thing that snapped her out of her world was you laughing. She turned around, slightly startled before she realized your goofy demeanor.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she teased. “If your hair is any indication I’d say last night was good, yeah?”

You shrugged. “I mean I finished, so that’s something.”

Gwen pouted. “Awe, sweetie. What happened?”

“Nothing, Flash is a good guy and all, I just guess I wished he was someone else.”

“Does this someone by any chance have goofy brown hair and brown eyes?”

You rolled your eyes at the notion even though it was one hundred percent the truth.

“Peter? Please. You wouldn’t see me going out with him even if he was the last man on earth.”

“Mhm, so is that why I saw you guys staring daggers at each other last night?”

“I do not know what you’re talking about,” you lied.

“Okay,” she said with very blatant doubt in her voice. She handed you a full plate which you gratefully accepted. “Tonight we’re going out again tonight. My friend Allison is throwing a party. Peter and Flash are coming too.”

“Lovely.”

The rest of the day went by in a haze. You worked on rewriting some notes for English and a few assignments, but for the majority of the day, you sat around and did nothing.

Tonight you went for a different look. You wore a black two-piece with matching heels. It was an obvious contrast to the white dress Gwen wore.

Since your apartment was just off-campus, you and Gwen decided to walk to the party. You were still trying to figure out if you would be accompanied by someone on your walk home and if so, by who.

The party was going absolutely batshit. The music was so loud you could feel the bass in every step you took. Your nose was filled with weed the sent of weed as soon as you walked into the door. You tightly held onto Gwen’s hand as she fought through the crowd of rowdy twenty-somethings. You brushed against at least fifty of your peers as you made your way to the kitchen. Gwen dropped your hand when you had finally gotten to the kitchen.

You fixed yourself and Gwen a drink with the array of alcohol displayed on the counter. You had only a few goals on your mind for the night, those being: 1.) get drunk, 2.) dance your ass off, and 3.) get laid. You were getting a headstart on the first one.

You were still discombobulated from the debacle with Peter last night. You thought that it was just the indifference that made you feel uncomfortable, but it was the fact that you liked him and he just didn’t like you back. No hate, no love, just nothing. Being confronted about that the previous night shook you in a way you didn’t want to admit, and you were going to. You were going to drink, you were going to dance, and you were going to dance, but you’d be damned if you were going to admit anything

Flash and Peter arrived in the kitchen minutes later. You quickly found yourself hanging on to Flash for comfort. Gwen had begun to talk to the host of the party and her friend, Allison, and there was no way you were talking to Peter. After Flash had finished his first drink and you had finished your third, you were dragging him into the next room overfilled with dancing peers.

“Last night was fun,” Flash yelled over the music with a smile.

“Yeah,” you agreed, your smile more forced. “I’m not really looking for anything serious right now, though. I’m sorry.”

“No biggie, I kind of assumed as much.”

“But we should definitely do it again sometime.”

“Hell yeah.”

This time the smile on your face was one of relief. At least you hadn’t fucked up your friendship with a guy who genuinely liked you as a person in your failed ploys to try and get a different guy to hate you. As you thought about it, you felt embarrassed, but you tried your best to shove it down as you began to dance.

The substance in your system helped take you away from your thoughts. The music and the environment aided as well. Flash’s hands gripped your hips much as he had down the night before as you ground against him. You had sufficiently lost yourself in the music for a solid thirty minutes until fatigue started to hit you. Your movements slowed as you turned to face Flash as you danced. You scanned the room until your eyes landed on two girls who were staring at you and you realized they had been catching glances the whole time you two had been dancing.

“I think you got some fans,” you said directing him to the girls.

Flash turned back to see the girls. Once he looked over they both giggled and instantly looked anywhere but at him. When he turned back to you he had a goofy smirk plastered on his face.

“Nah, I don’t think so.”

“Don’t act coy, Flash. They’re hot. Go get some, big boy.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“You’re sweet but seriously, go get ‘em stallion.”

You smiled when he turned to approach them. Before he walked away you smacked his ass playfully. You felt glad when the girls started blushing as he walked over to them. With a mission feeling complete, you decided to get away from all the noise.

You once again fought your way through the crowd of people until you found a staircase. You followed it upstairs to a long hallway. You walked down the hall. Most of the doors were shut but you found one that was cracked open. You slowly peered inside to make sure no one was in there before you made your way in. You closed the door behind you and sat down on the bed.

It wasn’t silent by any means but it was the most calm you had felt in an hour. You let out a sigh of relief at the loneliness. You planned to stay in the room until your social battery recharged enough to allow you to go back to the crowd of people. You were thinking about when it would be reasonable to tell Gwen that you were going to head home until you noticed the doorknob turning and your mind went blank.

You froze in fear and anticipation, sucking in a breath. Though you knew nothing terrible would come from whatever situation was about to ensure, even if it was the owner of the room themselves, the fear of the unknown made everything go a little slower. That or the alcohol.

You let out the breath you were holding and shrugged your shoulders forward as you saw Peter walk into the room.

“Should I be concerned that you keep cornering me in confined spaces?” You asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“Maybe,” he said, leaning against the door to close it. You rolled your eyes as you heard the click of the door locking.

“For someone who doesn’t like me, you sure act like you want to spend some quality time with me.” He stalked towards you, gently caressing your cheek with one of his hands. His eyes were unreadable, you couldn’t detect anything specific on his face. The gentle touch plus the uncertainty felt eerie. “Seriously, what do you want, Peter?”

“I’m not sure,” he said, that much you could tell was honest. “I think I’m just trying to get some answers.”

You were going to question him further but as soon as your mouth opened, you felt his lips against yours. It took you a second to react, utterly confused by what was happening. But when your brain granted you enough cognition to move, you kissed him back hungrily. You not only wanted this but something inside of you felt like you needed it. You grabbed onto his jacket to pull him closer to you. You wanted more. You wanted him. Now.

Just as you prepared to lay back and brace yourself for him to topple onto you, he pulled away from you. Your lips tried to chase after his to no avail. You let out a whine as he left you feeling empty. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips. You copied him and did the same, some pride washing over you as you saw your lipstick smeared against his lips. After a while of him not doing anything, you decided it was your time to take action.

You dropped to your knees, swiftly undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans. You again felt your pride swell as you realized he was already hard. So some part of him did like you. The pit of pride in your stomach swelled yet again as you caught a glance of an astonished look in Peter’s brown eyes.

You took him from his boxers before pumping his length. You kitten licked the tip, making sure to draw it out to teach him. His hands went to your hair as you finally took him into your mouth. You bopped your head slowly at first, Peter starting to guide you after a while. The beautiful noises that slipped out of his mouth gave you the motivation to continue going. You took it upon yourself to fit his whole length into your mouth, part of yourself wanting to prove that you could to him.

“Fuck,” he grunted as he hit the back of your throat.

You would’ve smirked at that if his cock wasn’t down your throat.

You pulled away for a second to catch your breath. You wanted to make a snarky comment but you feared you would snap the amazement out of his eyes so you kept silent. You took him into your mouth again, bobbing more aggressively this time. You took the full length down your throat again, this time staying where you were. He gripped your hair as he felt your throat constrict around his length, a string of profanities falling from his lips. He basically had to pull you off of him. Peter looked down at you dumbfounded, you smirked as you wiped the salvia from your mouth with the back of your hand.

Peter picked you up from your spot on the floor, practically throwing you onto the bed. You were surprised how effortlessly he had manhandled you but it turned you on.

In an instant, he was on top of you. He kissed you once again. You moaned into his mouth as his hands started to travel down your body. He pulled away from your lips, quickly making work on your neck. He expertly found your sweet spot and stayed there for a moment. You knew that there was going to be a mark there in the morning and you knew that that was the point. You made a note to leave some marks of your own.

Peter started to travel down your body hastily, wanting to kiss every part of you. As he got down to your thighs, he pushed your skirt around your hips. He made quick work of your underwear as he pulled them off of your legs. His kisses teased you as his lips drifted closer and closer to where you wanted him the most. Your hands went to tangle themselves in his messy brown hair, but you knew better than to tug impatiently. He looked up at you asking if it was okay and you nodded aggressively.

His tongue licked a stripe up your slit and immediately you were putty. After he added his finger, it was only a matter of seconds until you came embarrassingly quick with his name falling from your lips. He helped you ride through your high but instead of letting up, he instead decided to double down. He added another finger and increased his speed. You pulled on his hair as he fucked you into another orgasm. Your leg started to shake from the pleasure but he still didn’t stop.

“Peter,” you begged. He only looked into your eyes, continuing his assault. You pulled at his hair in a desperate attempt and he lifted from your sex. “Thank you, Peter.” It was a hopeless plea.

He smiled up at you and for a moment you thought he would let up. Peter kept direct eye contact as he spits onto your heat before his lips attached to your clit yet again. You cried out from the overstimulation as you tried to close your thighs. He pushed your legs apart, making you take everything he had to give to you.

As your third high approached, your back arched off of the bed as you gripped Peter’s hair. You came with a cry, throwing your head back. Once you had climaxed, you fell limp against the bed. Peter detached himself from you, this time it was his turn to smirk as he wiped your juices from his mouth.

You tugged at the hem of his shirt, trying to pull him closer. He took a second to admire how beautiful you looked just then. Your hair was a mess, your lipstick smeared, and your skirt scrunched around your waist.

“What do you want?” Peter asked.

“I want you to fuck me.”

His hands grabbed your calves, dragging you closer to the edge of the bed. He pumped himself a few times before looking at you. He lined himself up with your entrance but didn’t slide in quite yet.

“Who do you want?”

“I want you, Peter.”

He easily slid into you, both of you letting out explicit moans. He went slow at first, trying to get you acquainted with his size. As his speed started to increase, the grip he had on your hips did as well. As he thrust into you, it came to your attention that he might just be the best sex you’ve ever had.

Tears started to fall from your eyes as the pleasure overtook you. When you sat next to the brunette the first week of school, you never thought that he would be buried balls deep inside of you at some stranger’s party. You wrapped your legs around his waist, attempting to pull him impossibly closer.

You grabbed his wrists as he somehow increased his speed. You tapped into the part of your brain that was still actually working and made sure that your nails dug into his skin so he would have a psychical reminder of what took place in the morning. You knew there would be bruises where his fingers dug into your hips in the morning, and a part of you was very excited to see those. You were even more ecstatic at the thought of seeing crescent-sized marks into Peter’s wrists for the next few days.

You let go of the grip on his wrist and pulled off one of his hands from your hip. You entangled your fingers and squeezed.

“I’m close, Peter,” you warned.

“Me too, sweetheart.”

He squeezed your hand as an indication that he was almost there and then suddenly your climax crashed into you. You let out a yell of his name and death-gripped his hand as you came for the last time that night. He followed quickly after, his grip on your hand following in suit of what you had done previously. After he came, he fell forward, falling onto the bed next to you.

Your hands were still connected as you lay on the bed, trying to catch your breaths. You turned your head to admire Peter and all his weird beauty, pleasantly surprised to see him already looking at you. You smiled and he did the same.

“You know, I think I might like you after all,” Peter said.

“After the head I just gave you, you fucking better.”

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makeupbychio · 2 years

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Just Dance // tasm!peter x fem!reader

*gif credits to the owner*

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Game night with Peter, just not the games he is used to play.

Warnings: Fluff fluff fluff, mentions of intimacy(?)

A/N: First blurb dedicated to my boy Peter Parker so I hope you like it, let me know if you have other ideas<3. English is not my first language.

“There she is!” Peter shouted from his spot in the living room with your little sibling. Yeah, not a surprise that he is in your house without you, he is like a member of it after all these years of knowing each other. Your parents love him and don’t make me start on how much your little sibling ADORES him.

You wanted to greet him but he was kinda busy once you realized what they were doing. So meanwhile you say hi to your parents that were in the kitchen cooking dinner and at same time laughing at the view they have of the game Peter and your sibling were playing.

“I can hear you, guys” Peter said without taking his eyes off the tv.

“Oh honey they are not laughing at you, they are laughing WITH you” you told him trying to hide your giggles too.

He knew it wasn’t in an offensive way.

You know he is doing his best, but let’s be honest… he’s not a good dancer. Yeah, they are playing Just Dance. It’s your favorite with your sibling, and Peter can’t say no when they ask him to participate.

You get closer to the living room, sitting on the couch that is behind the dance floor they made space for the game. “I’m going to win!” your sibling said. Yeah, they were a little competitive.

“Yeah you are really good at this!” Peter said to comfort them knowing that it doesn’t have a winner since the videos are from Youtube and not actually from a console with the remote. He was really nice with kids, he literally knew your sibling since they were born.

He is already without breath, a small amount of sweat on his forehead. Even with superpowers you can’t compare his energy with a kid’s. You just admire from your spot the people that you love the most having fun.

“Okay, last one baby, let Peter hang out with his girlfriend” your parents said from the kitchen knowing that they could go for hours dancing and jumping.

It is that kind of situation that every time Peter comes around your sibling forget that he is your boyfriend and not theirs. But neither of you mind, it feels like home, as always.

It is funny when you look at their backs the height difference between them, so Peter struggles more when a step requires to go down on the floor. Especially this song ‘Rasputin’.

“But mom, we are having fun!” your sibling said. It was the end of the song and you negotiated with them without breaking their heart. “K’, choose another one but that is the last one” you kneeled in front of them.

“I’m going to practice and come back for revenge” Peter said following the enthusiasm of your sibling.

You know what song was going to pick for the last one, your sibling have their favorites. And ‘Swish Swish’ started. To be honest, it was one of your favorites too. That's why your sibling invited you to join them.

“It’s all about the attitude” Peter said to himself, always down to offer a five-star show despite his dancing skills.

“I’m going to be the one with the big trousers” your sibling said, pointing at the dancer in the game. There were 4 dancers and with specific dance moves in between the routine. You choose the dancer with the braid.

“K’ so I’m that one with the beard” Peter pointed at his dancer. Peter feels comfortable enough to dance in front of you and your family but he doubts that he would do that in front of strangers, maybe they would think that it’s childish coming from him.

This dance in particular is really fun and cool. You both know the lyrics so Peter dances and sings at the same time. You love Nicki Minaj’s verse and Peter the part with the floss dance.

Once the song ended you and your family clapped at the dance team.

“Give me a high five!” Peter kneeled in front of your sibling and after the gesture he immediately bent over to your height to kiss your lips.

“That was awesome, Peter!” your little sibling couldn’t resist their happiness. “Thank you so much for playing with me”. Like I said, they ADORE your boyfriend. And Peter’s heart melts every time, he can’t wait to have his own family to experience this joy every single moment.

“K’ now homework and then dinner” your parents said to the little child. Once the kid was in their room, you took Peter’s hand to lead him to your room.

Your dad struggles not to scream ‘don’t close the door’ but your mom has told him to respect your privacy, and they would be fools to think that nothing intimate has already happened between you two when you were alone.

Peter sits at the edge of your bed admiring you while you change for more comfortable clothes. You take a seat on his lap, placing your arms around his neck and resting your face on his neck taking on his scent, your favorite.

“I missed you” Peter said while kissing the top of your head. He always lets you know his feelings.

“Me too, sorry that you got stuck with my family” you change your posture to look him in the eyes. “My mom called me to buy something for dinner”.

“Don’t be” Peter reassures you. You still don’t understand how okay he is with it.

You stayed there cuddling in silence, a moment of peace after a long day. After a while, your parents let you know that dinner was ready. Your mother already asked him if he was going to stay for dinner.

Before you stand up from his lap, he holds your chin to make you look at him. “I mean that about my steps” he said. It took you a moment to understand what he was talking about, he noticed your confusion. “I’m going to train every day so that on the day of our wedding I’ll be the best dancer for my girl” he smirks.

You follow his cockiness to tease him “Oh you feelin’ pretty confident about that”.

“I’m going to be such a good dancer that they are going to hire me for the next edition of Just Dance” he jokes.

“Are you going to wear your spidey suit for that?” you tease him. He was about to answer but your mom gave you both the last call. He was being serious about how he is going to practice every day for the big day. Also feeling confident and hoping that soon he can be with the love of his life forever.

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peeterparkr · 3 years

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can you write the first kiss with Peter Parker

I love you waited until the no way home trailer dropped so here you go because I was hyped I changed it to LAST KISS HAHA … let’s pretend strange’s spell worked

Kissing Peter was something that was given. It was so natural, a goodbye, a hello, an ‘I’m tired I’ll see you later’ a ‘Don’t you dare to eat the last oreo’. Hidden messages in between each kiss. Very choreographed. Synchronized, but magical. Each one was different. With the rain on your shoulders, with a laugh trying to come out, red cheeks. Kisses that didn’t involve touching, kisses from afar, from the other side of the room, when you both lifted your head to find the other, and shared a look. Not anything lusty, or romantic, it was rather finding your missing piece. Making sure he was okay.

Rather, kissing him now seemed dangerous. Impossible.

In this world, so full of fear and rage, you had found Peter Parker. How ever had you found Peter Parker? A tulip hidden in a valley of roses. Something magical. Peter Parker was what had been missing in your life for a while. Peter Parker was the reason as to why the sun came out in the morning and he was the reason summer warmed you. Peter Parker was a cuddle in a cold December and a smile that’s hidden in the corner of your mind.

Someone who would crawl up to your room, and kiss your temple before laying down beside you. And you’d be thankful he was okay. Someone who every time he went out you would give him a kiss hoping it wouldn’t be the last one.

Seamless kissing. It had become an extension of you, his lips were part of yours now, just like your heart was twinned with his.

That hadn’t always been like that. Although you could say that now kissing him had become part of who you were, the first time it had seemed you both had been doomed.

The first kiss with Peter Parker was something you had planned. A romantic date, maybe when he walked you to your apartment you would tiptoe and give him the sign, those bright eyes and you’d kiss outside the building.

That’s how you’d seen it, after all that’s how the movies usually gave them. Wasn’t it?

You’d planned other kisses too, a walk in the city. Maybe after he had finished patrolling.

No, the first kiss was far from your daydreaming. Which was only that.

No, the first kiss wasn’t like that. It wasn’t burning with passion. Not in a perfect place. Not anything that anyone had expected. Not that you had expected it.

Peter and you had began hanging out, strictly hanging out the two of you when you accidentally found out he was Spiderman.

“Why are you here?” He had asked as you had walked in on him changing, which wasn’t your fault since he changed in an open alley.

“This is my alley, I come here to eat my lunch without weirdos bothering me! What—You? You are Spider-Man?

“I—No?” Peter couldn’t help it.

“The nerd from the decathlon is spiderman?” You couldn’t believe it.

But you promised to keep a secret as long as you could be friends.

That’s how it started, you were hanging out with that nerd from the decathlon.

Nothing happened back then. Only friends while your heart was growing deeper for him. And the way he’d smile at you in the afternoons while the sun creeped in would only incentivize your dreaming.

How difficult it is to hide a glowing heart.

After the blip, it seemed you and Peter got even closer. Peter had changed. Quieter. Sadder. You’ve become more reserved. How weird it was your little sibling was now older than you.

Peter and you found each other. He relied too much on you, and adjusting to the new life seemed easier when you were together.

Conversations that suddenly were fun. Even after what Peter saw.

But you managed to make him smile again.

“That’s got to be the most stupid joke I’ve ever heard.” “Y/N, no I swear, stop, my stomach hurts from laughing.” “I don’t remember ever having this much fun.”

How funny, you’d fallen in love with that nerd from the decathlon just because you’d walked in on him changing.

And the first kiss had been so stupid, back in the Europe trip. You were in Italy, discussing whether to get a gelato or an espresso, he had bought the gelato to you, and that was when—you had kissed his cheek. To thank him. Then regretted it for the rest of the days because it hadn’t been his cheek. He had moved and your lips had brushed against his. You had accidentally kissed Peter Parker.

In the most unromantic way, because it had been so quick you didn’t even know if you felt a spark. Peter and you didn’t react to it, yet after staring a bit too long trying to understand what had happened, he had leaned over and gave you a proper one.

You hadn’t stopped kissing since.

You wish you still had another one.

When Peter’s identity had been revealed, things had gone dark. Extremely dark. You still remembered when it appeared everywhere.

Peter Parker, Public Enemy.

Peter Parker, public enemy? How could they ever dare to call him that? You dialed once, twice, three times and no answer.

Peter Parker public enemy? They didn’t know him. Whoever thought he was a threat was far from knowing the truth.

You called him again. And then waited and waited and waited.

Before you could even think of calling him again, Peter had gone to you, instead. To your window, shaking and knocking on your door.

“Peter! Peter! Get in!” You had rushed him in. But he had already jumped in.

“They know—They know, y/n!” He spoke quickly as he took his mask off. “They know, mysterio—I—What the fuck.”

“Okay, let’s think of something,” you tried calming him down, “maybe ask Pepper Potts to pay the media to erase it?”

“The world knows, no, I—This is it what I planned. What if someone tries hurting May? Oh May! I should go to her, see if she’s okay!”

You nodded, “Yes, you need to calm down, yes, calm down!”

“The world knows I’m Spider-Man,” Peter said, running his hands through his hair.

“Okay, uh, well, Tony Stark’s identity was out too, and—“You tried calming down. “Although he was a millionaire.”

“And I’m a criminal now, public enemy, can you believe that?” He was speaking as if he didn’t remember you were there, only blurting out words.

You watched him, “you’re a hero, Parker. You’re not a criminal.”

“What if they try hurting Ned? Or May? Or you! What if they find out you’re my girlfriend and try hurting you to get back at me! I—Having an identity was supposed to keep everyone I love safe!” He was rambling a she paced around your room. “What if they try—“

“Peter, Peter, you’ll find a way.”

But it seemed things only got harder, one thing led to disaster and another disaster. Interrogations, eyes on you, and barely any time with him. A part of you was thankful he didn’t have any secrets but the other one feared you could lose him more easily.

People recognizing him, recognizing you, but now he could be a hero at any time, no more two lives, it was just Spiderman, every single day. And it became tiring, as if crime had spiked up just to mess up with him. It was hard for Peter. For May, for Ned, and even you. But none of it compared to what Peter was feeling. He was always exhausted.

And he had to stop coming to your house and you’d go to different places so they wouldn’t follow you. People staring at school, people having realizations, and you only fearing for him.

“I’m going to see Doctor Strange,” Peter had explained, as you were on top of a roof, New York had the best view when it wasn’t filled with crimes and terror. “I need to see him, see if he can fix this.”

“So go back to the secrets?” You had questioned, his head on your lap as you brushed his hair, “back to alleys?”

“Yeah, back to you making sure people don’t walk into the alley,” he chuckled.

“Hm, bummer I’m going to miss saying I’m dating a superhero.”

“This is hurting you more, I’m in constant fear someone will do something to you,” Peter had explained.

You understood, “I can get used to a secret love affair, very Shakespearean.”

Peter smiled, “The star crossed lovers,” he had said and given you a peck on your lips.

“Can you believe we are here because of that secret?” You asked.

He chuckled, “Spider-Man brought me the best thing that could ever happen to me.”

And he kissed you, sweetly, deeply. As magical as the first one. The one that made butterflies appear. You’d always believe that Peter Parker was the reason for all the good things in the world.

Maybe you should’ve fought for it more. Maybe you should’ve stopped him. Because one day you woke up in the morning with a feeling that you couldn’t quite understand, a glow in your heart for someone without a face. An inexplicable reason as to why the sun came out. A smile that you didn’t recognize in the corner of your mind. Some pair of lips that were missing, an extension of you disappearing. As if you were incomplete, because your beating heart yearned for a stranger. And who could ever be that stranger?

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