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lostalioth · 2 years

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𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲

→ premise: it’s just so easy to overstimulate peter, especially with how sensitive he is when his spidey sense is on overload.

→ paring: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader – sub!peter

→ warnings: smut, overstimulation, praise [praising peter], oral [m & f receiving], hair pulling [reader pulling peters hair], nicknames [bug boy, baby, princess]

→ a/n: 01 kinktober

Peter loves being between your beautiful thighs. He can spend hours upon hours with his face buried in your cunt, pleasuring you. you had no issue with that in the beginning but it became an issue when even after he made you cum twice, he hasn’t stopped.

“Mhm! Pete, wait, slow down just a bit baby” you whimpered as Peter wouldn’t slow his mouth's assault on your abused and swollen clit. You were already very sensitive and overstimulated, you didn’t wanna cum again just yet so you needed him to be a bit gentler. In an attempt to steady your shaking body you grip onto the closest thing your hands could find, Pete's hair. Threading your fingers through his brown mess of hair and pulling a bit. With a small whine slipping past his lips he reluctantly lets go of your clit and looks up at you with glossed over eyes. “Easy bug boy” you grin, your voice coming out very seductive and hypothesizing to the now very pliable boy buried between your legs. “I just want to please you princess please” He groans and pushes forward trying to latch his mouth back on your throbbing clit. With the grip you still had on his hair you pull him back releasing a small moan from Peter's.

“Nuh uh, you've pleased me enough baby, made me cum like a good boy” He lets out a whimper at the praise and his face begins to redden. “Now let me please you baby boy okay, let me make you feel good” you smirk and let go of his hair to pull him up by arm.

“Yes please” he frantically nods with his eyes glued to you the whole time you pull him up. You slip your hand around the back of his neck and pull his face down to yours, resting your forehead against his. Peter's brain is very hazy and all he can focus on is your hands all over his body. Quickly you flip the two of you so you’re on top of him, you begin sliding down his body. You slip one hand up and under his shirt to rub his side and one down to tug the waistband of his boxers down. Peter whines and bucks his hips softly. “Be a good boy for me baby, can you do that?” You ask slightly mockingly as you finish tugging off his boxers and wrap your hand around his leaking pink cock.

With his face full of heat and redness he whines as an answer. “I need words sweet boy” you run your thumb over the slit in his cock causing him to twitch in your hands. “Please princess wanna be your good boy, wanna feel good” he groans as his eyes dart between your hand around him and your face. “There you go sweet baby, im gonna take such good care of you.” You smile up at your boy as he begins melting into your touch needing more. you begin licking strips from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock making him buck his hips. seeing the desperate look in peters eyes makes an evil smirk grow on your face, it still makes you give in to him in the end.

You slowly sink your mouth down onto him while running your tongue over the protruding vein on the underside of his cock. “Mhmm princess” Peter grunts and covers his mouth with the backside of his hand to suppress a wanton moan. Using the hand that’s still wrapped around Peter you begin jerking off the base of his cock sense you can't fit all of him in your mouth. Your free hand began rubbing his hip bone, you can feel the goosebumps beginning to rise on his skin. You notice Peter is a lot more reactive and sensitive to your touch as you're sucking him off. “Such a good boy for me, being so responsive and obedient baby boy” you continue to mumble praises around his cock sending vibrations through his body.

The praises filled Peter's ears and sounded like heaven and he was quickly becoming overstimulated from the warmth of your mouth around him, the praise going to his head and his cock, and everything around him felt like it was buzzing. His spidey sense was quickly overactive.

Peters hips kept bucking and was a squirming, whining, muttering mess in your hands the closer his release came.he sounded so angelic moaning and mumbling how sensitive he was and how overstimulated he was wanting you to stop but not stop. His senses were very confused and his brain was clouded so he couldn’t think straight. “I’m right here sweet boy, such a good boy baby. Just let go you’re okay. I know your sensitive but its okay baby” you rub circles on his hipbone attempting to clam him down but he only twitches from your touch.

With one last tug of his cock peter starts to fall to pieces. Incoherently mumbling, panting and whimpering as his hot cum shoots down your thorat. You swallow around him as his hip are twitching as his high slowly fades, your mouth not leaving him yet though. You attempt to slowly and gentle remove your mouth to not stimulate his swollen tip but fail. Peter lets out a loud whimper at the stimulation. “I’m sorry baby” your voice is laced with sympathy but you weren’t actually sorry, he was very cute and needy when overstimulated.

“You were such a good boy for me sweeties, my sweet boy did an amazing job” you pull your body up to give him a big kiss, making him whine cause his senses are still overloaded.

a/n: hope you all enjoyed the first day of my kinktober lovelies!

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chalametluvrz · 8 months

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eating you out

tom holland x afab!reader

he might not look like it, but, for the love of god he is perfect at eating pussy. this guy fr never misses.

tom’s tongue would work absolute wonders, making you come in minutes of being in that holy region because of how stimulated he makes you feel.

it’s an absolute promise that he’s gonna make you cum at least a few times before getting into anything else.

and boy, does he love doing it. it’s such a big ego boost to him that he’s able to make you cum and is able to make you feel that good with just his tongue.

pussy slapping ftw!!! randomly in the middle of eating you out, he’ll give your pussy a few slaps because he loves the small yelps that come out of your mouth.

can and will eat you out whenever, and wherever. there’s never a point where he doesn’t want to.

don’t ever ask him to do 69 because he will automatically say no; in absolutely no way will he do that, because when he’s eating you out, all his attention must be on you and he doesn’t wanna risk getting distracted by your “pretty mouth.”

definitely the kind of guy to pull you off in a public space to a toilet, sit you on the counter, spread your legs and delve into your pussy. nothing makes him hornier.

teasing, teasing, and more teasing. he can actually be such an ass when it comes to teasing. you’ll be there, waiting eagerly for nothing more than his mouth and this fucker will just be dancing his lips around your thighs rather than being exactly where you need him.

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #peter parker #peter parker smut #peter parker imagine #smut #imagine #tom holland scenario #peter parker scenario #scenario

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undiscovered-horizon · 2 years

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"Kiss me more" - TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

SUMMARY: A collection of small moments when you and Peter share various kisses. Cute stuff, 'tis all.

I am ✨soft✨ for this boy

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Kisses on the head

"Can we have a break?" you mumbled. It was the fourth hour of you and Peter doing chemistry exam-style questions. Your brain was evaporating.

"Come on, it's just three more," he answered in an absent tone, already reading the next one. The excitement science incited inside him was adorable, although now you couldn't help but hate it.

Tired, you let your head fall on his shoulder. It wasn't a conscious movement that he rested his head against yours. Peter has done this so many times it was, quite literally, muscle memory. Maybe he hasn't even noticed his little habit.

"Peter, my brain is a smoothie."

He laughed at your serious statement and your head lightly bounced on his shoulder.

"Then go take a nap," he whispered before kissing the top of your head.

"Only if you're coming with me."

To your pleasure, Peter didn't need much convincing.

Forehead kisses

"My God, Peter, it's like you're trying to get yourself killed," you mumbled under your nose as you measured the good length of bandage to cut.

"I have it all under control."

"You surely do, babe," you answered unconvinced and put the bandage over the cut on the back of his shoulder, running your hand over the adhesive edges to make sure it's stuck well.

You got up from the bed and Peter was about to longingly grab your hand and ask about where you were going, when you gently grabbed his bruised face and gave his forehead a long, affectionate kiss.

"I'll get you something to eat," you whispered against his forehead before kissing it again and leaving your bedroom.

Cheek kisses

Only when Peter sat down across from you, did you look up from your book. The dining hall was filled with students, their loud voices and laughs nearly drowning out any coherent thought your mind produced.

With a bright smile on his face, Peter set a small paper bag down on the table.

"What's that?"

"For stitching up my arm."

"I'm taking care of my boyfriend for free."

Sometimes he still got giddy hearing you call him "your boyfriend".

"I know."

You got up from your seat, leaned across the table and kissed Peter on the cheek. Then you opened the small paper bag only to see a few of your favorite French pastries.

He really knew you like the back of his own hand.

Finger kisses

You opened your mouth to tease Peter back when the police radio in his pocket buzzed and rustled before a female voice quickly spoke:

"All units, we have a report of a 499b in upper Midtown. Suspects are driving a black sedan on Michigan numbers."

"I think you're needed, Spider-Man."

Peter looked at you with an apologetic expression, his eyes somehow wider and eyebrows slanted. You could tell he wanted to say something, let out a waterfall of words that would, hopefully, earn your forgiveness. The last thing he wanted was to make you feel neglected as if his spandex alter-ego was more important to him than you.

He brought your hand, which he was already holding, up to his lips and whispered before kissing your fingers and disappearing into the night:

"Wait for me."

Pecks on lips

You heard a soft knocking on your bedroom window and almost tripped over your own feet running into the room. Peter was, as you expected, on the other side of the glass, waiting for you with a grin on his face.

The cold night air hit your face when you opened the window. It felt refreshing. A police siren wailed in the distance and you could only suspect Peter had something to do with it.

"Hey," he said quietly and kissed your lips.

"Hey," you answered, smiling into another kiss. Without a problem, Peter crawled through the window into your bedroom, still exchanging pecks with you. His hands went into your hair and around your waist. "How's your night?" you asked.

It took Peter a few deeper kisses to finally answer:

"A lot better now."

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theladybarnes · 2 years

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▸▸ CAPTAINS ( CHAPTER TEN )

“Let's pretend I blew up the school... all the schools. Now that you're dead, what are you gonna do with your life?”

▸ summary: all things come to an end, for blue, bucky, and peter. who makes it out a winner? ▸ pairings: bucky x reader, ex!peter x reader ▸ word count: 5,254 ▸ warnings: angst, violence, blood, and death ▸ series masterlist

DISCLAIMER (PLEASE READ): When I first started this series, I knew that certain themes would be a bit much to write on. But considering that most people who are reading or have heard of it, know somewhat some things that happen in the film. That being said, due to the recent events in the world, with violence in schools, I want to warn any reader that this has certain parts in the story that might make anyone that has trauma or is generally uncomfortable with the topic; upset. So, please understand that while violence in a school is talked about, none of the actions said by Peter happen and the ending follows up with someone blowing themselves up. Just wanted to clarify for people who might stumble upon this.

The only sound heard within the neighborhood was the roaring engine of Peter’s car as he screeched out of the residence. Inside your room you stayed hung, no sounds, no movements, just hanging there. The world around you slowly woke up and begun without you.

In the distance, the only sounds within your house was a door opening and closing. Your father called out to you that he had woken up late and needed to head to work early. Not knowing at all what happened behind your closed door. It’s only a minute after he’s left the house that it’s silent again.

That is until the sound of a ladder hitting the sound of your window can be heard again. The sounds of grunts and curses are heard muffled before the person reaches the top, lifting your window open before they climb inside.

“Shit, baby.” Hissed the man, reaching over to you. “Hey it’s just me.”

Lifting your head up slowly, you're met with the worried blue eyes of Bucky as he looks up at you. “I think I’m definitely going to need therapy after this.” He sighed, still taken back by the sight of you.

“Help me.” You croaked out, feeling so much soreness from your stiff limbs. He reached over for your desk chair, helping balance your feet on it a bit as he reached behind you to undo the sheet you wrapped around your waist.

“How did you know this would work?” He asked softly, wrapping his arms around you to help sit you down on the chair now. Instantly his hands moved around your neck, making sure it was okay before he rested his forehead against yours.

“I guess I was hoping that he’d be distraught enough to not check me.” You closed your eyes, resting with Bucky for a second, thankful for him following instructions.

THE NIGHT BEFORE

“Just do me one favor..”

“Anything.”

“Wait till I’m back upstairs to read the last page.” You instructed, pointing to the diary that he still held in his hands. “As long as you do that, everything will be okay.” He almost opened up the book to read it then and there but you stopped him by closing it. Repeating your words again. “Please. I need you to do this right.”

“Baby, please don’t leave..please.” Tears rolled down his rosy cheeks, inviting you to come in and clean them up. But the red car stopped across the street, catching your eye as you backed up. The driver was unseeable, covered perfectly with the night's darkness. It’s almost a cruel way of the universe working against you.

“It’ll be fine.” You promised, more so to yourself than to Bucky. “It’ll be fine..” And before he could convince you otherwise, you turned on your heels and ran towards your house.

Bucky couldn’t believe it. The night didn’t feel real whatsoever. Your confession had been something surreal to him. He knows he should feel a lot worse about it. His best friend was gone because of you, but that’s because of the damage he caused you. The internal conflict was going strong. He wanted to be upset at so many things, but right now his main concern was the fact that you were very much in danger from Peter.

And with how casual you sounded about letting Peter do that was killing him. He couldn’t place it, but you had become someone he wanted in his life. He’s felt that way since that walk home. Something about the way you spoke to him and felt with him was just right.

Yes, you’d eventually do something that would hurt him, something that’d hurt so many people. But it wasn’t really you, was it? Did you want to prank Steve? Yes. Did you kill him? No. Bucky knew Peter well enough for a while now to figure out that he’d do something bad. Not to this level, but something. And now that he knows it’s him behind all this and using you as his scapegoat? It killed Bucky inside.

He waited for a while at his back gate, contemplating just confronting Peter now and beating the living shit out of him. But he knew he had to make sure that you were okay in all this. So he went into his home, sneaking past his sleeping parent’s room before he opened back up the diary and read the page you told him about.

Bucky,

This is going to sound crazy but I just know what Peter is going to do. And I need to get him to think he’s won before I can’t do anything next. He’s coming for me. I know he is. So I’m going to give him what he wants and make him think I’m gone.

I know it sounds scary, but I need you to trust that I know what I’m doing now. Just make sure to come get me as soon as he and my father leave. I promise we’ll figure something out together.

Yours, Blue

He read over the page over and over again. You were going to be okay. All he had to do was go to you afterwards.

Changing into clothes for the next day, he pulled up a chair, shut off his light and watched through the curtains of his windows for the moment he had to go. Whatever you needed from him he’d give. Especially if it meant stopping Peter once and for all.

PRESENT

The two of you are taking down the ripped fabric from the ceiling fan as you dived into what Peter told you. All his dirty thoughts and secrets were finally coming into light and you knew you had to stop him. Dozens of students were in danger and you had to stop it.

“What can we do? Do we call the police?” Bucky asked, sitting down at the edge of the bed once you were both done. Shaking your head, you reached over for a change of clothes in your dresser, not bothering to deal with changing in another room. Bucky had the decency to cover up his eyes as you changed.

“The police might not make it in time. We don’t know where Peter is or how he’s expecting to burn everyone up.” You shuddered, hating how casual that sentence sounded. “Right now we need to come up with a plan to basically get him away from everyone and get him out of the school. Then we can call the authorities and they can do a sweep and hopefully find something.”

You reached over once you were done and pulled Bucky’s hands away from his face. “I need you to go to school and act like everything is okay. In an hour Peter should be there and move along with his plans. He’s probably already spreading news about my death.”

“Don’t you think someone will let him know about you being there when we arrive?”

“No, the pep rally is gonna be the first thing they start with once the bell rings and he’ll have hopefully gone off on his own. Possibly to the school paper. That’s where I’ll check first.”

Bucky stood up now, taking your hand into his. “You mean that’s where we’ll check first.” Looking up at him, you shake your head, reaching out to cup the side of his face. “Blue, I’m not going to let you take him on your own.”

“Bucky, he has to think that he’s won. Even if for a bit. You not being there is definitely going to give something away.”

“I don’t think it’s safe for you to take him on your own. I won’t feel right.”

When you didn’t respond right away, you followed him outside your house, walking over towards his garage. Apparently he had gotten his car back. “What if I can draw him away from the crowd? Take him somewhere isolated where you can join me in taking him down?”

Bucky turned the car on, letting the roar of the engine be the only sound as he thought it over. “It could work. But how do you know he’ll follow you away from the rally?”

“Easy, I’ll tell him that I’ll leave with him.”

Bucky frowned a bit, backing out of his driveway before he turned to head towards the school. “But you don’t want that..”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t know that.”

Just as you expected, the school was in slight buzz for the day. The idea of the early pep rally was enough to keep most of the student body distracted as you and Bucky walked through the school. Only a few students approached you, possibly from Peter’s home room that claimed you were dead.

After telling them that they were misinformed, you continued your way to the gymnasium as casual as you two could. Taking a step away from the open doors, you pulled Bucky in close, not sure just what was going to happen next. “Look, I’m gonna be okay. But I need you to promise that if you see anything weird..you get out of there. Just pull a fire alarm or something but..I need you out of here. Okay?”

He let out a breath, shaking his head before he reached out to cup your cheeks. Not caring about the students that started to stare a bit as they walked by. For a moment his blue eyes stared hard at you. Like he was trying to remember your face. Without another word, he leaned in and brushed his lips against yours. Pouring in whatever emotion he felt inside before he pulled back. “Just find him as fast as you can and meet me on the field.”

Nodding your head, you watched as he slowly walked away, stealing one more glance until he was passed the threshold and inside the noisy gym. Waving to the crowd as he joined the team. Now you could begin your hunt for Peter.

It feels like it’s too long in your search, checking all the areas that Peter usually was found at. Trying to think of where he could be plotting his next move. A part of you was more worried at just what it could be. He planned just about everything he did with you almost in detail with how well it usually went. If he wanted the school to burn in some way, it had to be big.

“Blue?!” Your eyes widened at the call of your name, scared of who the voice belonged to. “Miss Blue!” They called again. And this time you turned around in time to face the person. Mr. Lang, who had a clipboard in his hands, stared at you like you were a ghost.

“Uh, Hi Mr. Lang. Sorry I’m a bit late. I was trying to find Peter before the-“

“You’re alive!” He gasped, finally making his way over to you. Peter must have gotten to him first, you figured, seeing the paleness drip into the man’s face. “Oh my God, we gotta let everyone know! We were gonna write all about you in the paper.” He gripped onto your forearm and led you over towards the gym. “I’m glad you’re here. You know that suicide is a big decision for teenagers these days. You really wanna make sure you do things the right way otherwise the message will never come across.” You couldn’t help but jerk your arm away.

“God, Mr. Lang! Do you hear yourself? You’re acting like you almost wanted me to do it.”

“No!” He shouted, looking around scared. “I didn’t mean that, I just meant..look it’s a big deal right now. I don’t want you making a mistake.”

“Get a real job, Mr. Lang.” You scoffed, pushing past him to enter inside the gymnasium. The cheerleaders were thankfully entertaining the crowd as you slowly skimmed the walls to avoid people. Eventually working your way into the back exit of the building. You’re about to open the door when you notice the team cheering on the girls from the stands.

Your eyes scan over each team member, looking for the familiar pair of blue ones that always were on you before you frowned. Bucky was gone from his team, making you check all over in the crowd to find his figure.

Going on with your exit, you rush down the empty hallway that leads towards the field when the sounds of grunts and yelling could be heard. Turning around, you slowly try to find the source of the out of place noise when you find yourself standing outside of the broiler room.

You’re almost hesitant to enter inside the room until the sounds of Bucky’s screaming snapped you back to reality. Quietly, you turn the knob of the door, hoping that the hinges won’t creek so loud when you open it up.

“Think you’re tough shit now? All your friends are gone or will be gone, Barnes. You have no one now.”

The sound of spitting and soft thud echoed in the room. The red lights cast a warm glow that matched with the steam that helped power parts of the school.

“You’re not gonna get away with this, Peter. Blue is-“

“BLUE IS DEAD!” Peter yelled, making the whole room shake. You were worried that the beat of your heart was loud enough for the two boys to hear, but you quietly continued through that maze of pipes as you tried to find them.

“She’s dead and she’s not gonna help you this time, Barnes. You’re fucking done. You and the whole goddamn school are done.”

Peeking from behind a pillar, you catch a horrible sight. Peter had somehow gotten the upper hand on Bucky, having tied him up on the chair as he took out his anger on him. You looked around, trying to figure out what you could use as a weapon as Peter went on.

“She’s dead..my beautiful bird.” He whispered almost, looking down at his hands before he balled up again to punch Bucky across the face. “You and your stupid friends defiled her! Made her weak. And now she’s gone from me..” Again he’s punched Bucky and you finally can’t take it anymore, reaching for a thick pipe on the ground and running over towards the two.

The pipe makes contact with his back, sending Peter falling forwards beside Bucky. You try to continue your assault, bringing the pipe up again to hit him. Peter thinks fast and brings his legs back to kick at your stomach. Causing you to drop the item and fall backwards.

Your vision blurred for a moment, making your blink slowly as you tried to get some air back inside you. Peter having recovered from the hit flies over, climbing over your body and pressing you to stay down with his hands on your shoulders. “I should have fucking known.” He hissed, moving one of his hands to wrap around your neck. “I should have checked to see how tight that noose was.”

From behind him Bucky was crying out your name. Trying to get Peter off of you. “Please.” You gasped, trying to lift your hands up to stop his hold on you.

“STOP!” Bucky cried out, squirming in her chair. “Please let her go!” The weight of his body slowly started to press more air out from your chest, making you feel light headed. It isn’t till the sound of a loud thud hitting the floor that Peter peels himself off of you.

“Don’t get brave now, Bucky.” He scoffed.

Peering down at the two men now, you watched as Peter adjusted the chair with Bucky until he was upright again. When you attempted to get up, Peter rolled his eyes, reaching behind his back to pull out a gun. The same gun he used on John and Brock.

“I wouldn’t get up so fast, Blue. You’re gonna wanna sit down for this.” He smirked, placing the gun at Bucky’s temple. The sound of your heart and humming of the machines around you are all you could hear as you stared in horror.

How could the plan mess up so bad? How did he manage to capture Bucky in front of everyone?

“Please, Peter. You don’t have to do this. We don’t need anyone else dead..” you whimpered, deciding to get up from the floor anyway. When you attempted to take a step closer, he shook his head and clicked at the end of the gun.

“It’s so stupid to feel pity for them, Blue. These people..these imbeciles. They’re nothing. They’re going to finish up the year and still be the same dull, boring, stupid people that have always been in this washed up town. How could you feel even remotely sorry for them?”

He didn’t look at you, simply pressing the gun harder against Bucky’s temple as he spoke. The man in the chair couldn’t help but let out a choked sob. Scared out of his life at what Peter was doing to him. It hurt your chest, making you wish you had prevented this all sooner.

“What’s so special about him? Huh?” He chuckled darkly, before he glanced at you. “You leave me for him, y-you would rather I leave than have him hurt? You’d cast me away like that, baby? For him?”

“Peter please,” you shuddered, trying not to upset him more. “Just leave him alone..I-I’ll leave with you right now!” You pleaded, hoping to change his mind. “We can just walk away from all this and go live in New York. This town doesn’t deserve us, right? We can still just go.”

Bucky opened his mouth to protest but stopped when he realized that made Peter pause. Pulling away from him to take a step closer to you. It isn’t till he’s in front of you that you let out a small breath, having held it in this whole few moments. “You’d leave with me? Right now?” He asked, lifting up a hand to brush a hair from your face.

“Yes, we can leave..but not him..not him please.”

Peter didn’t say anything as he reached his hand now to cup the back of your neck, pulling you for a surprisingly gentle kiss. The taste of his lips on yours is dreadful. There was once a time where it felt nice, like a comforting mask that you needed from the boy. But after knowing the true evil inside Peter, you couldn’t help but feel disgusted inside as you pressed your lips back against his.

Bucky is silent, possibly watching in horror as the two of you continue to kiss in front of him. It isn’t till Peter tries to make the kiss more heated that you pull back, feigning the need for air. “We can go.” His head is nodding as he smiled down at you. “Just as soon as I take out my last problem.”

In a split second he turned his hand around, aiming the gun at Bucky again. But before he could properly get his shot in, you’re suddenly throwing yourself over Peter, causing the two of you to fall and the shot to graze against Bucky’s left arm. The man let out a small cry, watching as his now exposed skin began to bleed a little.

“Fuck!” Screamed Peter as his head banged against the ground. Before he could pull you off, you ball up your fist and throw a punch to his face. Screaming curses at the boy who’s just about ruined your life. It’s surprising to the three of you but you’re able to get him pretty down before you reach over for the gun, scrambling over to Bucky as you kept the weapon aimed at your former friend.

Peter having you off him now turned over, spitting out blood from his mouth as he attempted to get back up. “I always liked seeing you fight back, little Blue. Shows you have fire in you.” He smirked, wiping at his lip with the back of his hand. “Now be a good girl and give me back my gun.”

“Yeah right, like that would do us any good.” Keeping your aim on Peter, you reached over to snag at the binds around Bucky’s body. Getting the difficult knots loosened up. “This is what’s gonna happen, Peter. We’re gonna leave this fucking hell pit of a room, go outside and call the police. We’re confessing to everything and you’re going away for a long time.”

Peter let out a loud laugh. Gripping the sides of his stomach before he slightly composed himself. “You think I’d really give up just because you took my gun?” Shaking his head, he pointed over to the box behind him, reaching around to bring it out like a show in tell. “I meant what I said, baby. The students of Westerburg are gonna burn. It’s just a shame you two won’t be able to see it.”

Bucky and you leaned forward to catch the inside of the box, letting out a small gasp when you noticed the makings of a small pipe bomb. So this was it, in the grand scheme of things, his final act was to actually blow up the school. Doing way more than just burning it up.

“We started this together, Blue. But that doesn’t give you the right to end it. We do things my way!” Peter glared, now getting upset by your reactions. He made the attempt to move forward and you quickly brought the gun back in his aim again.

“I’ll fucking kill you, Peter. I will! Turn it off. Deactivate it!”

Bucky, having gotten out of his binds now, slowly moved around so that he could stand beside you. Weakened a bit from possibly the blood loss, but not enough to leave you alone.

Peter shook his head, pointing at the box with his chin. “You wanna stop me, push the red button.”

“They’re all red, asshole. Tell us how to stop it!” Bucky yelled. The sudden outburst from him caused Peter to react again, reaching in his other pocket to pull out a pocket knife. You know that your weapon will do more damage but you couldn’t help but feel nervous with how fidgety Peter was becoming.

“You stay out of this asshole!” He yelled back, pointing at him with the tip of the weapon. He glanced over at you, looking hurt now as he realized that you weren’t going to change your mind. “You want a clean slate as much as I do..we could have that. We could leave, let it all burn down and just rebuild our lives.

“Peter, I want that. I want to rebuild..just not with you.

His brown eyes widened, staggering back for a moment before something snapped inside him, causing him to burst our in another cry as he charged for Bucky. The taller male held back Peter from getting the knife in his body. Using any strength he had left to keep the blade just inches above his chest. “Fuck you!” Yelled Peter, trying his best to push harder. It isn’t till you shoot a warning shot beside him that he snapped back, falling backwards enough that Bucky could roll away from him.

Not wanting to risk the attack again, you shoot at Peter’s hand, watching the blade drop on the floor as the boy screamed. Blood gushed from the hole in his hand and he cupped it closely to his chest. “You fucking bitch! How could you do this to me?!”

You reached over to pull Bucky back up, forcing him to stand behind you now as you kept the aim on Peter. Tears rolling down your cheeks as you watched the person you thought had been your friend wrap up his blood soaked hand into his shirt. “Just tell me how to stop it!”

“I just wanted to be loved…” Peter cried, letting out a few tears himself. “I wanted to be loved and obeyed and…just happy.” He reached down for the blade again, shaking his head to himself as he mumbled again the same words. “How could you deny me that?”

The clock on the bomb was going down fast. Turning from a minute to the last thirty seconds. “Peter! Tell me how to stop it!” You tried again, not wanting to lose focus. He chuckled at that, standing up before he pointed over at the box.

“You’re gonna have to figure that out on your own. In the meantime, it’s over for you, Barnes.” Yelling out again, he charged for Bucky causing you to let out a shot again. This time into the middle of his stomach. The gasp that fell past Peter’s lips was so quiet, almost like a whisper before he fell forward, landing on the bomb and accidentally stabbing his knife into the wires.

The countdown stops and the two of you let out breaths. Bucky gently reached forward and nudged over at Peter. Seeing if he was still alive before he returned back to you. You couldn't believe it, after all of this, you had to put Peter down.

“..I think it’s over. Come on.” He said softly, wrapping his right arm around you as he led the two of you out of the room. “Maybe we can call the police now.” He added when the two of you made it back to the hallway. The sounds of cheering could still be heard in the gymnasium and you both decided that coming in like this wouldn’t be right. It would only cause everyone to panic.

“Let’s go outside. We can cut across the field and get back to the main office that way.” You suggested, helping keep Bucky up now that you started to get some of your strength back. Nodding his head, he helps lead the way over as you both slowly but surely make it outside.

The smell of a freshly mowed field hits your senses quickly, making you take a deep breath as you step onto the dewy grass. The two of you barely make it a couple of steps in when the sound of the door opening and closing shut alarmed you two.

Peter, having recovered a bit, has followed in your steps, covering the top of his head from the bright sun with his bloody hand as he joined you guys on the field. You feel almost exhausted at this point but managed to pull the gun back out, ready to shoot again. That is, until Peter continued to walk past the two of you, even giving a bit of distance before he turned.

“You really fucked me up, Blue.” He chuckled weakly, pointing at the red patch of blood all over his shirt. Shockingly enough, a delirious chuckle fell past your lips. Finding something amusing in all this.

“I guess you can send me the dry cleaning bill.” You shrugged, reaching now to lace your hand with Bucky’s. The man himself grew slightly more tense again, not sure what he’s about to witness from Peter. Not taking a chance for another attack, he takes a couple of steps back, pulling you with him.

That doesn’t go unnoticed by Peter. Giving an almost look of approval before his brown eyes were back on you again. “Let’s say I can rewind it all, back to even asking you that survey the first day. Would it have changed anything?”

“I’m sorry.” Is all you can think to say, knowing that in any sort of twist of fate, this would have never been a thing. Bucky seemed to be on the same page, gripping your hand a little bit to let you know he was there. You couldn’t help but glance at him and give a small smile.

Peter nodded his head, understandingly. “Thought so.” he sighed, reaching down to lift up the hem of his shirt. Attached with his waist was the pipe bomb, slightly fixed to go off again. It makes sense now why he ventured out into the field more, away from the two of you.

“Is this really how you want things to go, Peter?” Bucky asked, not wanting things to end this way either.

“What can I say? I know when to leave a losing game.”

The two of you stay where you are, watching as Peter adjusted the timer on his waist again before he slapped at its side. Finally the countdown began again. “What’s your plan now that I’m gone? Happily ever after?”

The two of you glanced at each other, knowing that while things weren’t like it was, but hopefully it would turn into something better. “Just..after.” You shrugged, feeling Bucky slip his hand now to wrap around your waist, ready to brace for impact.

It feels a lot slower as you watch the red digits count down, and in the last few seconds, you give Peter a nod, sending him off with one last smile.

3..

2..

1..

“What the hell happened out there?!”

Students gasped, brushing past the very dirty and very much smoking pair of you as you two tried to get back in the school. It was almost weird how no one took the second to figure out how you too looked like a hot mess as their curiosities took over their attention spans.

Bucky had been the one to help take you back in. For some reason, after the bomb had went off, you couldn’t find it in yourself to look away. Like you were almost waiting for him to come back. If it wasn’t for his gentle hand to your face, and the soft murmur of your name falling from his lips, you weren’t sure where your mind would be.

By now, the halls were slowly opening up the more students fled past you. At one point Mr. Lang gave you two a weird look, telling you to go see the nurse before he grabbed Ned by the shoulders and led him to find out what the news was.

It isn’t till you’re at your locker, leaning against the cool metal that Bucky finally spoke up. “Think we might have to speak to a couple of people soon.” He sighed, sounding extremely tired. It’s at the bags on his face that you remembered the two of you have been up for almost all night.

“Yeah probably, but maybe we can grab a bite to eat first?”

He chuckled a bit before he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead. Ignoring the small bits of smokey ash that was layered over it.

“Wow, you two look like hell.”

Wanda, who was decked out in school colors was looking at the two of you shocked, being the only person to realize that you’re both covered in blood, dirt, and possibly bits of Peter. “Yeah, we just got back.” You countered, leaning up from the locker. “We can tell you all about it if you want.”

“After we eat, of course.” Bucky adds, draping his good arm around you. Wanda looking at the interaction, can’t help but let out a very confused laugh. Not knowing how to react to any of this. You couldn’t really blame her.

“I heard that Pizza from Asgard is good. Kinda exotic.” She shrugged, pointing over towards the school’s exit.

“Sounds good to me,” Bucky smiled. “Let’s go.”

And with that, the three of you took the exit out, hand in hand as you began to tell the story of best friends, love, and the occasional murder suicide.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this series! It was really fun to write someone so sweet in such a dark way. I promise to write something fluffy with Peter later. If you liked this story, please check out my other work and drop a like or reblog.

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❝late-bloomer❞

plot: you've never been kissed before. on a completely unrelated note, what if your best friend offered to be your first? pairing: tasm!peter parker x gn!reader. cw: post-tasm 2, gwen stacy mention, angst, self-deprecating thoughts about being undesirable and insecurity in love, best friends to wouldn't you like to know, eventual fluff, attempts at andrew garfield accurate rambling, he definitely talks you through it I mean who said that. words: 4.3k.

a/n: entirely self-indulgent because I wrote this after crying over being a late-bloomer for an hour ahahaha

Peter is reading something for research when you suck in a breath and finally ask, "What was your first kiss like?"

You hear his voice die in his throat. The small whispering of test results and calculations fall short, but you don't dare to look back. You're hunched forward so he won't see the way your eyes burn and brim with tears unshed because if he did, he'd ask about it and then you'd really start crying. Instead, you busy yourself with your phone, idly scrolling as if your question was pure curiosity alone.

You watch his ankles uncross, hear him sit up and then lean against the headboard again, fumbling for your train of thought, "Uh... sticky, 'cause I was six," Peter laughs, "You should know. You're the one who kissed me."

No matter how many times he tells you this, you can't remember the day you'd been so bold as to plant one right on Peter Parker's lips. You felt like you'd remember that, but you'd been such an impulsive child back them. Bolder. Thicker-skinned.

But Peter remembers, and so does Aunt May who swears up and down that she'd caught it on camera ("If only I could find that damned photo album"). You're the only one who doesn't. It's like it never happened, "No, God... no. I mean like your first real kiss."

"Like with tongue?" You hear the humor in his voice and even your sullen mood doesn't stop you from smacking his knee. "I dunno what you're talking about. That kiss was real to me."

"I'm serious, Pete."

He hums. You're so, so tempted to look back and see what he's thinking, but it would give you away too easily. "It was... it was a kiss. I mean, Gwen- you know. You know. I was crazy about her. I didn't think I just... kissed her."

"How did it feel? Do you know?"

"I felt like I needed to do it. I felt like if I didn't, I'd throw up. Not actually, just... like I'd explode with all the feelings I had for her."

Your finger hovers over a tweet. In your wondering about that feeling of almost nearly exploding, you try to picture that rooftop kiss that Peter had relayed to you between classes, with hushed whispers and childish laughter. It was windy, and I was breathless, he'd said, and I wanted to lay myself bare. And I just... pulled her in. Shot a web and swept her up and kissed her. I think I've lost my mind. You remembered pressing your back against the school lockers to cool yourself as you imagined the scene, the steps it took for you to settle the uneasy churn in the pit of your chest. The euphoria and panic upon realizing that your Peter was growing up.

You felt overwhelmed just imagining it. You barely hear Peter ask why you want to know. "No reason. Was just curious."

You think that Peter accepts that as good enough reason because the room is silent again. You keep scrolling, keep taking subtle deep breaths to keep the tears at bay. You see a picture of a couple on your timeline and scroll faster.

A few minutes of peace pass before Peter broaches the subject again, "What about you?"

"Hm?"

"I don't think you've ever told me about your first kiss."

Your shoulders tense. No good effort hides the strain in your voice, "I haven't?"

A beat passes. You glance over your shoulder and see Peter staring right at you, his lips upturned in a small, resting smile, but his eyes are inquiring. He's trying to read you. Perhaps he's just noticed the heavy cloud hanging overhead. "Nope." He pops the "P". He's waiting.

You could lie. You could say it was Flash Thompson who stole it, mention that field trip to the zoo in middle school when he'd sneaked next to you at the peacock exhibit and pestered you about you and Peter. Peter wouldn't question Flash about it. Even if they'd made amends, any conversation about him would send him over the edge with memories of his childhood bully and how much he pitied you for having your first kiss with him. And all of you were far too old now; Flash Thompson had gone to another state to play football the minute he got his diploma. It'd be so inconsequential, such an easy lie.

But the longer it takes you to deliberate on it, the worse it makes you look. You should've offered up an answer easily, jovially, unbothered. It should be inconsequential. Anything more and Peter would call your bluff because he knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes.

At some point, you feel the brush of a lone finger at the base of your spine and it startles you. Peter's slipped his finger under your shirt, stroking along the middle of your back, "I won't laugh. If that's what you're thinking." He says softly.

Of course Peter wouldn't laugh at you. As much as your relationship was teasing, he knew where you were tender.

But it wasn't laughing you worried about.

"I know." You say, in lieu of a real answer. You fear you've given yourself away.

Now there are two fingers stroking your skin, "You don't... you don't have to tell me, if you don't want to," but you can hear the discomfort in his voice when he says it, like the thought that it's something you don't want to tell him concerns him, "it's up to you."

Just lie. Your breath shudders and immediately you regret it. There's no way he hadn't heard that.

Before you can recover, you're feeling the heat of his entire hand on your back now as it slips further up, as he sits up in bed beside you and rests his chin on your shoulder. The closeness of his breath makes you feel claustrophobic all of a sudden, "Hey, hey. I'm sorry. Did I push? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

You struggle to shake your head, but now your eyes are burning again and you don't think you can stop the tears this time, "You didn't." You insist.

"You're crying, bub," he laughs (not mockingly, never mockingly, never when you cry) and reaches a thumb up to brush away the first warm tear, "what's wrong?"

There's a million things you could say. I've never been kissed before, I don't know what it feels like to be longed for like that, I want to be longed for like that, why haven't I been longed for like that? But it all feels so heavy. Peter picks his chin up to kiss your shoulder and that really does it, "It never happened."

Peter's lips still against your skin. Their warmth slowly peels away, though you feel his breath ghost over the curve of your bone, "What hasn't?"

"A kiss. A first kiss, Peter. I've never had one."

"That's..." Peter sounds almost shocked, disbelieving. He never picks up that thought.

You turn your head away and toss your phone onto the bed, no longer interested in pretending you could distract yourself with anything else. You try to shrug your shoulder out from underneath Peter's mouth but he's quick, the hand at your back locking around you and you can't escape him even though you want to, even though you need to get away from his sweet smile and lovely heartbeat that thuds a little faster against your side.

It was already so much to tell him you hadn't had your first kiss yet, to admit to your best friend who—despite popular Midtown High opinion—has always been so irresistible to lovers, that you haven't gone as far as something so... simple. Something teenagers running your old stomping grounds have probably experienced ten times over by now. You don't think you can handle his pity too, "Peter, please."

"There's nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all. Everyone moves at their own pace."

You hiss through your teeth. You don't mean to, but the spite overwhelms you like red hot heat for a minute, "It's easy to say that when you've done it already."

You catch Peter's eye and immediately regret it. His untamed brows are drawn together, expression more analyzing than pitying. Even though you're brimming with feelings, he seems as if he's trying to wade through them, search for the gnarled root at the center of it all.

Then, and he says this so carefully that the meaning takes a moment to catch up with you, "There's nothing wrong with you."

It's the sincerity that does it. You shove his hand off of you, jerk away from him in a scramble to stand, but Peter is fast and lithe and he's always been two steps ahead of you even before the bite. He's up on his feet before even you are, coming to stand in your way when you go to grab for your bag, "Peter, move."

"Look, can we... can we talk about this?"

"I really don't want to. Move."

"Why are you shutting me out?"

"Because I want to go home. Move."

"Is it because of what I said?"

"Yes!" You blurt, growing frustrated the longer he blocks your path, "yes. Because I'm sick of being told there's nothing wrong with me when clearly..." Your voice tapers off, afraid to give him the reason he needs to worry about you, "Please. I'm just tired. It'll go away on its own, it always does, I just can't be here right now."

The standoff between you two lingers, feels like you might have to fight him just to escape. It takes everything in you just to keep eye contact with him and not burst into tears.

Peter clearly doesn't want to let you go. You can see that genius brain of his running every possible scenario in his mind in which he convinces you to stay, cry it out, leave happier than you came. None of them come soon enough. You brush past him when he realizes he's got nothing, and even the hand that grabs for you is halfhearted, shrugged off with little force.

"I'll see you later, Pete."

You let his front door shut on its own.

It hasn't been great.

What typically took a few hours to shake off had settled over you like a dark cloud ever since you'd stormed out of Peter's place. Even though you texted him like everything was fine (and dodged any phone calls so he wouldn't hear the truth with those freakishly good best friend senses of his), you had yet to see him again. Had yet to let yourself be seen.

You told yourself that it was just you missing Peter, and you believed that to be true, but you also believed that when he looked you in the eye and told you "there's nothing wrong with you", you hadn't been prepared for the nakedness of it all. He'd dug deep, right to the source. That kind of thing was hard to move past.

So you avoided him. If he came by your place, you pretended you weren't home. If he showed up at your work to take you to coffee, you lied and told him you had plans with a coworker. It had been several days now and you felt more and more cowardly by the minute.

It was Peter. Of all people, it was Peter. Your best friend. You could tell him anything (most things, some kept a little closer to the heart). You should be able to.

And it was silly. Being embarrassed about not kissing anyone. Plenty of people were in the same boat as you and they didn't ice their best friend out about it.

Ugh, now you were just making yourself feel worse.

You'd had enough. You'd end this pity party today. As you make your way through your apartment door, you promise yourself that after you've showered, after you've made yourself a filling dinner, after you've settled into bed, you'd call Peter and ask him to meet for pizza this weekend. You'd talk like civil adults who understand that life isn't a race. You'd share your couch, laugh about the whole thing, and maybe, just maybe, the hollowness in your chest that longed for someone's desire to fill it would finally-

He's sitting in your kitchen.

Legs dangling off the island, mask rolled up to his nose, and a spoon clattering out of his mouth and into a bowl of ice cream. Your front door shuts gently behind you.

You stare at each other for a few seconds. Then you glance through your bedroom door, cracked open just enough for you to see the breeze rustling your curtains. You turn back to Peter, who's cleaning off his bottom lip of raspberry sorbet. "Did you climb through the window? You have a key."

Peter sets the bowl down beside him, shrugs, "You weren't returning my calls."

Your shoulders sag and you drop your things to the floor, "Peter-"

"No, no," you watch him slide off the countertop and bounce over to you, and the nearness you aren't prepared for makes you back away an inch or two, "No Peter. I'm not Peter. I'm Spider-Man. See?" He gestures to the suit.

You reach your hand up and pinch his exposed cheek, then narrowly avoid his teeth before he tries to nip you, "I'm not in the mood. I said I'd call you later, I'm just... busy."

"Busy avoiding your best friend."

You can feel him trail after you as you walk away, beginning to undress. He catches your coat when you throw it toward the couch and hangs it up all neat on a hook. He kicks your shoes to a wall and tugs your belt from your fingertips once you've undone it. Then, unexpectedly, he hooks said belt around your waist and yanks you back to face him.

The momentum throws you fully into his chest but he's sturdy, unmoving as you grip his shoulders and give him the most hostile look you can muster. You attempt to wiggle out of the trap but he pulls the belt tighter, forcing you closer, and then you start to panic as the space between you both disappears, "I haven't been avoiding you, I just needed space." You quickly explain.

"And I get that," he admits, "but you scared me. I've never seen you like that before. Not with me. Not ever."

Of course he hadn't. It was why you kept all of this a secret in the first place. Because you knew he'd worry, and you knew that there would be nothing he could do to fix it. Not like he usually could.

"It was a... brief lapse in self-esteem. That's all. You're making it into a bigger deal than it should be."

"It's not a big deal?"

"No! That's what I keep trying to tell you."

"So it doesn't matter at all."

"Correct."

"Right."

"It's just an arbitrary milestone that means nothing." You grip the leather of your belt but you're nothing against his superhuman strength. Pleading with your eyes, you do your best not to slip back into that vulnerable place all over again. Peter made you feel safe to do that. Way too safe to do that. "I promise. I'm not avoiding you."

You get sick of staring into the whites of his mask and so you grab the edge of it and pull it up to his hairline, little tufts of curls poking out as his face is fully revealed to you. You stare into those sharp, probing eyes of his, forcing yourself to stand the test of Peter Parker's perception.

Suddenly, you're released.

You stumble back a bit, the belt clanking against the floor, as Peter throws his arms up in defeat, "Alright, alright. I get it. I should've let you breathe the other night. I was just worried, is all."

You smile, "And I appreciate that."

Peter quickly glances at you and then away, making an exaggerated show of kicking imaginary dust off the floor. "First kisses really mean nothing then, huh?"

"Zilch. Nada."

"So... doesn't matter when it is, who it is..."

You watch him carefully, "If this is about when we were six-"

"No, no, I know that didn't count. You don't even remember it," his face contorts in a wince, "I was just thinking. Something."

Your eyes narrow, "Uh-huh."

"Well, I mean, is that why? Because you don't remember it? Or... is it because it was me?"

"The kiss?" Peter blows a raspberry, looking more bashful by the second, and nods without looking at you. "It's... it's because we were six. And we didn't know what we were doing. I was just mimicking what we saw. We didn't know anything."

"And now we do."

"Yeah. What are you getting at, Pete?"

He sits on the back of your couch and kicks his feet out in front of him. "If all that matters is that we both know what we're doing, and a first kiss is just a meaningless milestone to you, then I thought that maybe we could give it another go. You know. So when a real kiss comes along that actually means something, you'll have an idea of how it's supposed to go."

You're six years old again.

You and Peter Parker are sitting in the dirt, mouths covered in sticky ice cream that the summer sun melted right up. You're both talking about Flash Thompson's trip to Florida and the hilarious sunburn he came back with when you spot an elderly couple across the park, pressing their mouths together over and over.

You're looking over at Peter and asking about it, sure it couldn't possibly feel good, and he's telling you that when Uncle Ben kisses May good morning in the kitchen he always looks away because it's gross.

And you're thinking... you start thinking something.

You're thinking it would be funny—that Peter would hate you for it, but you're just so curious—and you're pressing your lips to his so quickly that he doesn't get a chance to pull back before you're giggling in the grass. And May's voice flutters in the background, a shrill and delighted, "I caught that!" that makes you both turn tail and run toward the swings.

Peter's still staring at you, waiting.

Part of you feels like it's pity. Like he doesn't want you to feel bad about yourself. Like he doesn't know how else to fix it, because he has to fix it. He has to fix everything. He has to be your hero.

But the other part? A restless and selfish part wants to take it; it's curious.

You take a step forward, the two of you watching each other, waiting to see if the other might back out at the last second. He stays exactly where he is, legs parting slowly, and the silent invitation makes you feel hot under the collar.

When you're standing between them, you feel his knees bump your legs on either side, his hands planted firmly into the couch cushions. You notice the grip he has on them, "Are you sure?" You pause.

Peter tilts his head in that strange, spider-like way. As if he cannot fathom why would you ask such a thing, "Of course. I'm the one who offered."

Your hands shake as they consider where to put themselves, and you get about halfway to his shoulders before he takes them and places them on either side of his face, mumbling something about how it might help you feel more in control, quell your nerves a bit.

Peter's cheeks feel so warm in your hands, and you can feel each swallow he makes the longer you take in his expression. "Should... I move in first? Or..."

He laughs, short and high-pitched, "I guess I can go first."

You know you're supposed to close your eyes, but as he comes in close, you can't help but keep them lidded, taking in every twitch of his mouth as he inclines his neck, shuts his eyes, and kisses you.

Your brain reacts a half-second after his lips touch yours. You've probably stopped breathing, and you have to force your lips to unstiffen so that you could actually feel him. His lips are a little wet—he'd been rolling his bottom lip between his teeth since he'd sat down—and they taste faintly of raspberry. They're not cold though, and the feeling isn't unpleasant.

You don't know how to react to it, don't know if you should move or not, and so instead you curl your fingers into the silk of his nape and wait for the pounding in your chest to stop.

You feel him mouth at your bottom lip just once, and then pull back. "How'd that feel?"

You recall the sensations that went through your brain (all that it can recall anyway, when Peter's looking at you like that), "Slimy...?"

Peter's face falls, and then he bursts into laughter, shakes with the force of it, and drops his head on your shoulder. "There's got to be a better word than that."

"I don't know! I was just thinking about the feeling."

"I don't want to know what it felt like, I want to know how it made you feel. Did you like it? Hate it?"

"I don't know. I'm- I'm nervous."

"Hey, that's okay," his hand rubs your hip, warming the skin there, and you find yourself leaning into it for comfort, "everyone is their first time."

Peter is so, so gentle. Your heart feels like it might give out, but a little less now that it's over and he's not looking at you in disgust. You don't know what you expected, but... this was better. By far. That part of you that felt selfish takes over again, "Can we try again?"

His eyes widen a bit, but he's immediately nodding, "Okay. Yeah. Okay. We can try as- as many times as you want."

You nearly choke on your spit. "Can we?" Your voice comes out a meek whisper.

Peter nods. He brings his legs in so that he's sitting properly now. "Of course. You wanna move me? I can sit somewhere else. Or you can sit if you want."

"No, I like you here," you say, feeling your stomach tighten when his thighs lock against your legs, "um. Is there anything I can work on? How did I feel?"

"Warm. Soft. Just try to loosen up, alright?"

You force yourself to release the tension in your body and move in first this time. Images of rom-com kisses flood your brain, how you memorized their rhythms and the placement of their mouths. You try your best to mimic it, make it feel as good as it seemed to look, when you feel one of Peter's hands slip behind your head and angle you away just a hair, "You're tensing up," he warns, making you pause, "it doesn't have to be perfect. It's just you and me. Breathe for me, okay? Turn your brain off."

You feel your stomach flip a bit, and nod along mindlessly. You try again.

This time, it feels a little different. Not wet or stiff, even if it is still awkward. It almost overwhelms you when, as you're mouthing at Peter's lip, he returns the favor, but you keep your brain empty. You can't focus on the details because it won't feel right. You can't focus on the way it looks because it won't feel right.

So you focus on Peter. You focus on the hand on your hip drawing you closer and the hand on your neck rubbing circles into the knot there. You focus on the feeling of his suit under your pinkies. You focus on the small hum he makes when, with quite a bit of building up to it, you pass your tongue over his.

Almost as soon as you do it, you pull back. Peter is flushed and it makes the beauty marks on his skin stand out more. His eyelashes flutter, a half-smile on his lips that are kissed red. By you.

You open your mouth to ask but he beats you to it, "I think you've got it now... yeah. Definitely." You're so relieved you sigh, sagging away from him, but he catches your hands before they can can leave his face completely and holds them in his lap. You don't dare move them. "How about you? Did you like it?"

You nod, speechless.

Peter laughs and squeezes your hands in his, "Okay, good. Good. I love you, you know? I know it doesn't... replace what you're looking for, but you're wonderful. You're insane and funny and stunning and there's nothing wrong... you know? You're perfect. Take it from your loser best friend who had to get bit by a radioactive spider to get to first base."

You snort, "I mean, if that's all it takes..."

Peter shakes his head and stands, but his hand remains on your neck as you follow his eyes to his full height, "So, we good? No more ignoring me?" You bite your lip, nodding your head. Peter smiles. "Good, cause I'm starving and I need you to split a pizza with me."

"You just polished off a tub of ice cream and you're still hungry?"

"I'm a growing spider, honey. And I missed you." Without warning, the hand on your hip hooks around your back and hoists you into his body, throwing you off balance once more, "I'll swing us there and cover cheese sticks too. Sound good?"

You know you don't have much room to argue when he's being so generous. And not when he's beaming at you, so genuinely relieved to have you back that it would knock you off your feet if he wasn't holding you up.

He was right; this wouldn't replace what you were looking for, but it gets pretty damn close. Closer than you expected, actually. But it's just the adrenaline. This didn't change anything.

Did it? You stare up at Peter.

"We can try as many times as you want."

You might have a very different problem than you started with.

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bruisedboys · 1 year

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also also!!!!!! peter x clumsy!reader might be the best pairing. because his spidey senses ugh he’s always catching you before you trip. like an arm around your back and then he dips you down to be dramatic and you get all flustered. and!!! if you’re not in arms reach he definitely shoots a web at you to pull you into his chest before you can do any damage. you both have several heart attacks a day because you’re such a klutz.

I am always on the peter x clumsy reader agenda!! they are so special to me!!! also the thing you said about him catching you and dipping you down omg I could die.

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You’re still in the process of patching yourself up when Peter gets home, your knees scraped and a box of big Band-Aids waiting for you on the coffee table. You were hoping to be done by the time he got home, to save him the worry. No such luck. You hear the front door open and you don’t have time to hide your fresh wounds, your evidence of yet another accident.

You’re sure you look quite pathetic when Peter emerges in the doorway.

“Hi, dove! I missed— are you bleeding?” His smile drops and so does his bag. He doesn’t bother taking his jacket off. He strides across the room and gets to his knees in front of you. His hands find your thighs, thumbs just shy of your fresh scrapes.

“Oh, honey,” he coos. He’s not shocked, at least. You think maybe it’s happened so many times it doesn’t phase him anyway more.

His eyebrows pinch together as he scowls at your poor knees, his hands squeezing your thighs. He gives your injuries a once over before lifting his head to look at you sadly. “What happened?”

You frown. “Tripped in the driveway,” you admit moodily. “I’m fine, really. Looks worse than it feels.”

Peter huffs morosely, “I wish I was there when it happened. Could’ve caught you, baby.”

You melt. You’re endeared by his care for you. You smile at him and reach out to push his hair from his forehead, his curls soft under your fingers. You drag your hand down the side of his head, fingers heavy, and let your palm rest over his cheek. Peter’s eyelids flutter under your touch.

“It’s okay, Pete,” you tell him brightly. “You can’t win ‘em all.”

Peter laughs, his smile blinding. “Thanks, babe.” He twists his head so he can kiss your palm, a warm press of his soft, wind-bitten lips. “Let’s get you patched up now, hm?”

Peter patches up your knees, hands gentle as he cleans your wounds and presses Band-Aids over them. He’s a practiced hand, having done this plenty of times, on your legs, elbows, fingers, you name it. Though you must admit, you’re far less prone to accidents with Peter around. He catches you more times than he doesn’t. Today was just bad timing.

When Peter’s done fixing you up he lays a kiss on each of your knees, over your fresh white Band-Aids.

“All fixed,” he says happily, sliding his hand up your thigh to give your hip a squeeze.

You beam and cover his hands with yours. “Thanks, Peter.”

Peter stands and pulls you up with him. Your knees sting, but only a little, and it’s nothing you’re not used to.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asks, head ducked so he can meet your eyes, his hair tumbling into the space between your heads. “I can get you some ice, if you like?”

You shake your head. You’d much rather have him stay this close forever. “I’m okay, Pete.”

Peter still looks unconvinced, a frown tugging at his lips. He thinks for a second, then, “Do you want a hug? ‘Cos I know I do.”

You giggle. You’d kill for a hug right now. “Sure.”

You push your arms under his and he circles you in his strong hold, pulling you as close as he can to his chest. He’s careful to avoid your knees bumping his, legs moving so yours are between his. You push your face into his firm chest and breathe him in, his smells, his cologne and the wind on his clothes and that lovely scent he carries around with him everywhere, like old books and coffee shops.

Peter’s face falls into your neck and he sighs, practically melting into you, latching onto you like glue. He’s warm and he’s soft and he’s Peter. The pain in your knees is completely unnoticeable when he’s holding you like this.

“My poor, clumsy girl,” he says eventually, mostly fond, but there’s a whisper of cheek that you don’t miss.

You scowl into his chest. “M’not clumsy,” you whine, though you definitely are and you both know it. “The pavement is uneven.”

Peter pulls back, his big hands on your upper arms. He’s smiling like an idiot. “It is?”

You nod fervently. “Yeah. S’why I tripped.”

Peter nods slowly like you’re telling the truth, like the pavement in the driveway isn’t perfectly even.

“Stupid pavement,” he says.

You giggle and hide your face in his chest again.

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arkhammaid · 2 months

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— ˚₊‧⁺˖THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | THE GRID'S REACTION

fandom. formula one & mcu

about. the grid reacts to the news!

content warnings. some drivers are acting like assholes, some cursewords, 23!grid

notes. have another reaction chapter hehe

daniel ricciardo Guys

Guys wake up

IT'S IMPORTANT

lando norris ???

daniel it's 5am, why are you spamming rn

carlos sainz It's summer break, why can't you all shut up for once

daniel ricciardo Did no one see the news? Stark is coming to F1

carlos sainz To a race?

daniel ricciardo No you shithead, he's making a team

charles leclerc !!!!

lando norris at this point you'll never win monaco (because once stark joins, there no longer will BE monaco) charles leclerc Fuck you, nowins

daniel ricciardo This is serious... Tony fucking Stark wants to create an F1 team for the next season. @/max verstappen your winning streak will be over

charles leclerc Next season??? I thought for 26?

lewis hamilton Of course he would do that

charles leclerc Lewis, explain?? daniel ricciardo Yeah Lewis, please explain?

lewis hamilton Did any of you ever meet Tony? He will probably see the next season as test for the 2026 season. To train his mechanics and engineers and go all out. I bet many are saying it's a waste of money

carlos sainz It is a waste of money.

daniel ricciardo Yeah, they do. Reactions vary but 'experts' are saying that Tony is just wasting his time and should properly prepare for 26

lewis hamilton Knowing him, he already has a fully built car for 2026 and it's a beast.

fernando alonso Only the best for his daughter!

charles leclerc What. lando norris wdym his daughter??

george russell Why are you all awake at this bloody hour?

kevin magnussen Read the room. Everyone is in schock.

sergio perez Stupid. She will fail like every woman in motorsport with a rich father. Too dramatic.

lando norris i'm still confused???

oscar piastri Tony Stark has three children. Harley Keener-Stark, Y/n L/n-Stark, Peter Parker-Stark. Y/n is his only biological child and currently racing in Formula 3. She won Formula 4 last year.

charles leclerc I thought he only had sons?? When did Y/n appear? oscar piastri She 'appeared' the first time in January this year as Tony's daughter, no one knew before. lando norris how did you know? oscar piastri Google exists.

carlos sainz So daddy's money... great.

max verstappen I swear to god I will leave this chat the next time you all decide to fucking gossip at 6am like old women

daniel ricciardo It's important news!

max verstappen No it's not. Stark will be in F1 for a few years maximum and then leave again. It will pass

daniel ricciardo @/lewis hamilton you here? Don't you have anything else to add??

Fine, I'll guess I just ask the rest of the grid, you fucking bore.

daniel ricciardo @/everyone wakey wakey, it's time to wake up and talk!

mick schumacher Daniel? What's up?

george russell Ignore him. He has been annoying us because Tony Stark is coming to F1 and no one really cares. charles leclerc Lies and slander! I care!! lando norris yeah! me as well, idk what you're yapping abt

carlos sainz It's bullshit.

arthur leclerc Why do I have a bad feeling about Monaco...

ollie bearman THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN THINKING bianca bustamante It will be something for sure

lance stroll Well, I'm just happy to see another friendly face at the paddock :)

carlos sainz Of course you know Stark.

lance stroll You're just jealous esteban ocon As am I??? I'm your best friend AND MY BEST FRIEND HAS THE POTENTIAL OF KNOWING SPIDER-MAN???? AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME???????

daniel ricciardo I want everyone who knows anything related to Stark to immediately share with us because Lewis is ignoring me and I need to know. The only info we have right now, is that Stark will make a F1 team and that's it. I refuse to believe that's it. So, @/mick schumacher @/lance stroll spill the beans.

mick schumacher He didn't say anything last time I saw him, so I can't help you much.

lance stroll I know nothing, ask my dad.

daniel ricciardo I don't believe you.

pato o'ward If they say they don't know anything, then they don't? I don't know what's the problem, just wait for the next press release

max verstappen Do you even know Daniel. He's unable to wait for gossip. And he classifies this as gossip

daniel ricciardo Gee, thanks, feeling the love here

nico hülkenberg I wake up to 100+ notifications, why are you all like this?

kevin magnussen They're all idiots.

kevin magnussen @/tony stark could you please speed up with the press release? Daniel is setting all grid chats on fire and it's not funny anymore.

y/n stark ha, weak ass bitch kevin magnussen Watch your mouth missy

tony stark Should I tag Seb in a Tweet to announce it?

peter stark do it y/n stark do it harley stark do it

pepper potts-stark Don't do it. We will proceed with the plan. No matter how annoying the people in your private life are.

kevin magnussen Yes, ma'am, sorry for asking.

sebastian vettel I deserve more than a Tweet at 10am.

y/n stark speak your truth king peter stark sorry for suggesting otherwise (@/yn stark stop being such an attention seeker, we all know seb loves charles the most) y/n stark but charles is not here rn is he?

daniel ricciardo @/kevin magnussen EXPLAIN YOURSELF?!

carlos sainz What is going on now...

charles leclerc KMAG FOR STARK???? I didn't put this on my bingo card, now I lost 100 bucks. Fuck you Kevin

arthur leclerc Pay up bitch

oscar piastri Well done, man

nico hülkenberg And so he leaves he burning, ever sinking ship... the true hero- sorry, I meant coward

daniel ricciardo @/kevin magnussen I KNOW YOU'RE ONLINE YOU COWARD, COME HERE

I just want to talk to you

kevin magnussen No.

*kevin magnussen has left the chat*

fernando alonso There is your answer

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Miguel/reader/peter b. Parker.. soft dom peter and rough dom miguel… peter and Miguel bickering and miguel being the one to degrade u while peter sweet talks u and gets you through it then reader is showered in love at the end.. JUST A THOUGHT

hmmmmm

having your back against peter's chest, your head resting on his shoulder, one of your hands intertwined with his and the other digging into miguel's hair as he mercilessly sucks up every drop that your cunt creates. he'd been down there for what felt like hours at this point, and maybe it was. there was no clock around, and the curtains were drawn, and time seemed nonexistent.

nothing existed besides the torturous nature of miguel, and the comforting nature of peter.

"don't know how much more i can take, peter," you would say after many tries, stuttering and sputtering and stumbling over your words time after time again until you got them out. your hips push up towards miguels mouth, a direct contrast to your tapping out words, and peter's free hand is instantly rubbing circles at your hip.

"you're okay, baby, you can do it." he kisses your cheek, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, breath warming your skin comfortably instead of heating it even more. "you want us to fuck you, right? that's what you wanted?"

his voice is soft, tone sweet to the point where it's almost making you sick, but you don't miss the teasing nature in his words. you don't miss how condescending they are. how he's patronizing you. when he's supposed to be the nice one.

and miguel calls him out, coming up for air but his thick fingers already replacing his mouth. "play nice, peter. i'm supposed to be the mean one." a pause. “but i think she likes when you’re a little mean. little cunt flutters. she’s dirtier than we thought, huh? nothing but a dirty little slut willing to spread her legs for us at any moment.�� his smile is wicked, he kisses your inner thigh, and his words are harsh but they don’t sting. they do the opposite, making your back arch, your cunt leaking even more.

peter tuts behind you, kissing your shoulder. “she’s a good girl, right?” he asks you, and you nod, fingers flexing in peters hand and miguel’s locks. “she’s nothing but a good girl who’ll do anything we ask of her.”

you look down at miguel and he looks like he agrees for a second, brown eyes softening, but then they narrow a bit and a chill runs up your spine as you remember just how cruel he can really be.

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ungrateful-sneeze · 6 months

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It’s 7 year old Peters turn to ask a question at an iron man meet and greet.

Tony: *preparing himself to answer another question about how iron man flys and shoots his lasers*

Peter: hi Mr Stark! I’ve been waiting for hours to ask you this question: can you get Dr Banners autograph for me?

Tony: …

Peter: he my favourite scientist, I’ve read all his papers :) *hands him paper* thanks. *walks away*

Tony: *the audacity of this child*

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moonstruckme · 2 months

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hi!

can i request tasm!peter meeting reader after having to do long distance?

if not thats okay! love your writing:)

have a great day<3

Thanks lovely, hope you have a great day as well!

Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 683 words

You don’t just give out copies of the key to your apartment, so when the front door opens you think you’re about to be shot.

Breath caught in your throat, you freeze in the hallway and say the first deterrent that comes to mind. “I’ve got a gun!”

The laughter that responds is as familiar as it is cheeky. “No, you don’t,” Peter says.

“Jesus.” Your heart starts again, and in that split second your feet are already moving.

Peter opens his arms as you throw yourself at him, taking your weight happily. “Nope, just me,” he quips, his harsh grip at odds with the levity of his voice.

“Still a bad joke.” Your own voice is thick with fondness. You press your face into his neck, getting your boyfriend as close as you can. “What are you doing here?”

“I live here.” He gives your upper back an excited squeeze. “You miss me?”

“Not even,” you mumble into his shoulder. You go ahead and wrap your legs around his waist, and Peter chuckles, starting to walk the both of you towards your couch. “You scared the shit out of me, you know.”

“Yeah, maybe not my best plan.” He collapses downward, and you fold yourself around him more completely, getting comfortable in his lap. You think you’ll just never leave, honestly. “I thought the surprise would be more fun than scary.”

“I could’ve met you at the airport.”

“May would’ve killed me.” He palms the back of your neck, lips finding your hairline. “She wanted to pick me up herself, but she’s letting you have me for dinner. I have to be back by ten.”

You let out a petulant whine. “Why does she get to decide?”

You adore Peter’s aunt and he knows it, but when you’re having to battle her for custody of your boyfriend all that love goes right out the window.

“I know,” Peter commiserates. “You’d think after a semester of taking care of myself in another country, I’d be allowed to stay out until at least eleven.”

You hum, vacating your spot in the juncture of his neck in favor of seeing his face. You pet down the cowlick at the crown of his head, and Peter catches your hand, kissing your palm. A warm thrumming starts up in your chest. It’s similar to the sensation you’d gotten during your evening calls while Peter was abroad (well, your evening, his late night), but more. Better. You’ve missed feeling it like this.

“How was Hertfordshire?” you ask.

Peter gives you a look like you’re being silly. “I told you already.”

“It’s different in person.”

He smiles, thinking. “Small. Grassy. Cute, but not much to swing off of.” There’d been no vigilante work while Peter did his research abroad. He talked like it was a welcome break, but you could tell he missed it. Something changes in his look, eyes going soft and flirty. “No pretty girls.”

You bite back a smile. “Let’s not do the women of Hertfordshire a disservice,” you chide.

“Fine.” Peter rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “None of my pretty girl.”

He lifts his chin and you oblige him, touching your lips to his. It’s a kiss months in the making, and it heats quicker than either of you are expecting. Your heart thunders and throbs to the point of aching. You shuffle closer in Peter’s lap and his hand presses into the small of your back, both of your breathing turning harsh and desperate.

“Missed you,” he says into your mouth.

“I missed you more.”

“Wanna bet?” Peter lifts you off the couch, and his casual strength shouldn’t surprise you anymore but it does. You laugh, again wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Shouldn’t we start to think about dinner?” you ask as he carries you towards your bedroom.

He hums, reluctant. “What time is it?”

You look to the side to check the clock on your microwave, and he kisses your cheekbone while you do. “Almost seven.”

Peter hums against your skin, pressing another kiss to the side of your nose. “We’ve got time.”

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ddejavvu · 5 months

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

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

p sure the way that i wrote this is not how spidey senses work but it's hot so just drop it

this post is 18+, minors dni.

There is something lethal about the combination of Peter's veiny, long fingers, and his thick black glasses frames. His jaw is wired tight with annoyance as he tinkers with his stubbornly broken web shooter, and the sharp angle only adds to your slowly building arousal.

He tries wrenching a slightly singed piece out of place, catching its jagged edge on the soft pad of his finger and swearing, "Fuck!"

That doesn't help your case.

You draw in a sharp breath and Peter catches it in frustrated abandonment of his concentration. Once his project has forsaken him you're the only thing left to focus on, and clarity slams into him with force that almost rattles his teeth.

His nerves crackle and fizz with warning, arm hair standing on end as goosebumps pimple and pucker his flesh with pricks of pain. He glances at you, sees your blown-out gaze focused on him, as well as the subtle clench of your thighs.

You want him.

"Hey," He breathes, voice coming easier now rather than the harsh bite of his cursing, "You okay over there, babe?'

"Mm-hmm," You nod, and if Peter didn't have a deeper perception for sensation than most, he'd have believed you. But his senses are screaming, rushing through him like turbulent waves on a rocky beach, grating against his nerves and telling him you want him. You need him.

"Don't lie," Peter grins wryly, "I can tell."

You don't answer; not a further lie, but not a retraction of your previous one, either.

"My body tells me, y'know." He muses, slowly standing from his place at the desk and stepping- almost stalking over to where you sit tensely on his bed, "It tells me that yours is on fire. That you need me to touch you. Here," He reaches down, thumbing at the edge of your plush inner thigh with a gentle touch, "Is that where you want me, sweetheart?"

You nod vigorously, but Peter catches your chin, scooping your lips into a brief, but firm kiss.

"Tell me." He prompts, which you think is awfully cruel considering he's just told you he knows exactly what you want and need, "Tell me where you want me, baby."

You reach for Peter's hand, and he lets you guide it to rest in the skinny divot you've created by spreading your thighs slightly. It's just barely big enough for him to slip his hand into, but he thumbs down your slit over your panties with a nimble touch.

"Here?" He confirms, and his response is a shiver that runs down your spine and shakes you like a leaf on the bed.

"Okay, baby," He concedes, the teasing flame he'd goaded you with snuffed out by your helpless desire, "I'll touch you here. Lay down," He croons, helping you recline over his mattress and plumping the pillow beneath your head, "Just relax, okay? I know what you need, baby, let me help you."

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lostalioth · 1 year

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN LOVELIES!

#request anything #requests open #eddie smut #bucky smut #steve rogers smut #loki smut #steve harrington smut #smut requests #fluff requests #request #i need things to write this month #peter parker scenario #loki headcanon #bucky imagine #steve rogers imagine #steve harrington blurb #eddie munson headcanons

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movedtodykedvonte · 10 months

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Miguel: When a spider bites a man they say “Omg a new Spider-man!!!”

Miguel: But when I bite a man they say “Wtf are you gay?” The double standards.

Jess: No we asked if you’re gay cause we saw you and Peter kissing after you bit him.

Miguel:…

Jess:…

Miguel: It was for morale.

#do I ship spiderdads #ehh #do I think this scenario is really funny #absolutely #miguel o’hara #jessica drew #spiderman 2099 #peter b parker #spiderdads #atsv #across the spiderverse

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undiscovered-horizon · 2 years

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Hey. Can you make some headcanons for dark! Peter Parker?

Dark/Yandere!Peter Parker Headcanons

[500 followers special!]

We had a Stalker!Peter Parker so this is a bit of an elaboration…?

I’ve been binge-watching true crime documentaries so this is perfect timing dear Anon

Rolls upon rolls of film filled with you

If you think you might have misplaced something, 100% Peter has it

Like that pillow you can’t find that Peter took

He sleeps with it every night because it smells of you

Cut a piece of your hair off and carries it with him

Spreads stomach-churning rumors about people you hang out with

Definitely keeps a picture of you inside his locker

Has a folder on his computer with everything that has even the smallest connection to you

Watches you through your bedroom window

If he ever stepped inside your house, you can be sure there are cameras inside

He just so happens to hang out at the same spots that you do, at the very same time and date

Has your schedule memorized

Fabricates a stalker and/or convinces you that someone around you is evil

Peter’s smart, very smart, so forging evidence is child’s play for him

The same goes with incriminating people who are keeping you away from him

Spiderman gives the police a tip, they check the suspect out, there’s substential evidence and Bob’s your uncle

If you confide in him about the gifts and trinkets left at your locker, Peter sees a new opportunity and decides to play along

So now your attention is split between Stalker Peter™️ and Friend Peter™️, essentially giving Peter Parker all of your headspace

You definitely have a tracker on yourself

Maybe without your knowledge or maybe he convinced you it’s for your own good

I mean, New York can get pretty bad

And you have no reason not to believe him

Goes through your social media multiple times a day

Sometimes he makes anonymous accounts to send you nasty hate messages, partially letting out the frustration of not having you to himself

But also because he has a chance of being your shoulder to cry on

Spiderman’s efficiency at stopping crime has declined, especially when you’re having a bad day

If he gets hurt, he goes to you

Sometimes gets hurt on purpose

Two reasons for that: 1) all of your attention and affection is devoted to him, 2) he can convince you that New York City is too dangerous for you and you shouldn’t leave the house too much or trust anyone but him

If he doesn’t answer your call he’s probably dead or unconcious

Has the means and knowledge to poison you, enough to get you sick and bedbound but not enough to raise suspicion

Peter’s unbelievably strong, so he would have no problem lifting you or forcing you

Does impressive FBI-esque research on everyone in your immediate family, friends, partners if you had any

"He knows the address of that one kid that threw sand at you in kindergarten and the middle name of their dog” kinda vibe

Would get you hurt on purpose it but mask it as an accident so you’re not suspicious and he can be your savior

The fact that he can "break you and make you" is giving him immense satisfaction

Peter’s a science guy, very reasonable and sceptical, so it’s easy for him to smoothly manipulate you

There’s no evidence and logically your suspicion doesn’t make much sense, just drop it

And, I mean, it’s Peter - if he says "you’re overthinking this”, you trust his judgment

You’re his only interest and he doesn’t care if he or anyone else gets hurt

Definitely has started shit because someone said something about you

One of your books might have mysteriously disappeared so you have to share Peter’s

He stole your pens so he can give you one of his

Peter has learned photoshop just to make believable montages of you and him

_______

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theladybarnes · 2 years

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▸▸ CAPTAINS ( CHAPTER NINE )

“I can't believe you did it. I was teasing. I loved you. Course, I was coming up here to kill ya..”

▸ summary: it’s time for a quick confession, before blue’s time is up ▸ pairings: peter x reader, bucky x reader ▸ word count: 4,911 ▸ warnings: angst, plans of violence, thoughts from a killer, and mentions of hanging body ▸ series masterlist

Peter Parker had never felt like a normal boy. From his very first memory, he knew he was special. Different from all the kids in the neighborhood. Hell, even different from anyone in his family. For the first four years of his life, he felt nothing but true happiness. That is until the tragic death of his parents.

Tony had never given Peter the full story, finding it too heartbreaking to give away too much details. The only thing he’d ever mention was that his parents had been planning to move away from New York, which would have torn Tony’s heart up since Peter had such a great mind. He offered the parents many times to start mentoring, insisting that Peter’s genius could go beyond if he was to work with Tony once school started the next year. But they politely declined, something that shocked Tony to this day.

It was just an average summer day when they died tragically in the accident. Tony blamed himself of course, having given them one of his newest sports car for the thrill of a weekend getaway. Police had tried to figure out how a car in such good condition could have such a faulty brake line. Tony mentioned to them how it was a saving grace that Peter had been left in the care of Tony and then girlfriend Virginia Potts.

And while the world mourned the death of his parents, they couldn’t help but ask what would happen to the boy. His Aunt May had no means to help watch him, something Tony had been adamant about. Not to mention that a suspicious file case had been put on her when word got out of her poor income. To everyone’s surprise, Tony stepped forward, promising to give Peter the love and support that he deserved. Not to mention that with his mini empire, money would never be a problem for him.

So after a year of battling in court and a grueling adoption process, the young Parker boy became the only child of one Anthony Stark.

Though Peter, throughout this tragedy, had become confused and sad, he couldn’t help but admire the man who he saw as a father figure. Loving all the ways that Tony encouraged him to take anything he wanted. And that is what Peter did. He took it all. If he wanted to win the science fair, he’d win. If he wanted to join in the junior engineers competition, he’d dominate. All the world was his for the taking.

Tony managed to give Peter the love that he promised. Even if at times Peter did not necessarily deserve it.

On one occasion, it was during his middle school dance that Peter got into his first fight. A rising athlete had been supposedly getting too handsy with a girl that made the boy upset, causing Peter to attack him. To the staff around the school, it shocked them all to see such a small boy have a damaging hit.

The younger schoolmate ended up needing multiple stitches, and the school with it’s zero violence policy, requested that Peter transfer. With a hefty donation, the papers managed to avoid hearing about the incident.

So it was on to the next school, until Peter was caught experimenting on classroom pets. Then at the next school, Peter was caught stealing answer keys. Then the next school until Tony had enough with the public eye and hired a private tutor. When asked about Peter’s behavior, Tony simply justified that Peter was too gifted and saw things differently from the world.

Peter loved that Tony accepted him for his righteous intentions. It wasn’t Peter’s fault at all that he managed to upset people, they just couldn’t see the bigger picture. All his fights, experiments, and even cheating were for greater good. He was on the road to his other success when he was hit with bad news for the first time in years.

Tony, who wanted to take a step back from the limelight, had been secretly working on starting back up his Father’s first business. A law firm that originated in Westerburg, Ohio. The most boring town that Peter had ever heard of. At first, Tony didn’t want to leave New York, wanting to possibly run things there via phone calls and such. But after a few complications, it would seem that he’d need to be there in person. So, after thinking it over, Tony decided that the two alone would be moving. Leaving behind a shocked Pepper (who Tony was quick to dismiss), the sky rise that Peter loved, and the concrete jungle that he wished to thrive in.

The move was hard on Peter. Making him angry and cold towards Tony. But eventually, after the promise of leaving after high school, and getting him a place back in New York after it all, Peter lightened up a bit. That is, until Tony bumped into an old high school flame; Sarah Rogers.

The pale timid blonde had been recently widowed, leaving her and her son Steve (who was around Peter’s age) alone in the big house on top of the hill. She used the sad excuse of her husband dying to woo Tony. Giving the man another lost cause that he thought he could fix. And with Steve in the picture, he couldn’t help but get excited at the idea of having another son in his life that could fill the roles that Peter could not.

“He’s got the brawn, you got the brain, and Sarah here is the beauty. I’ll have the complete package.” It only took four months after that for Tony to propose. Sealing the deal with a family photo outside of the large house. Even to this day Peter could not stand the family photo, hating absolutely everything about it. His new ‘brother’ as Tony referred to had felt the same sentiment. Making it clear the day Peter moved.

The young boy of just twelve years old had been bringing in a large box into his room when he felt a light trip on his feet. Causing the box to topple over and spill the contents onto the floor. “Look at this boys, Mom shacked up with a millionaire and all I got was a nerd brother.” Scoffed the young blonde boy, kicking at one of Peter’s books.

The young boys behind him snickered a bit as they watched the scene. Peter was absolutely fuming inside, getting up slowly from the ground as he faced the blonde. “I’m surprised you can tell what a book is, seeing as you seem like someone who’s never read one.”

“Oooh, watch out. The dog’s got a bite.” Steve had chuckled, kicking a few books in his way as he stepped closer to Peter. “Wonder what else the little pup can do.” The anger had bubbled up inside of Peter, causing him to still step up to the blonde despite their size difference.

“I’ve fought worse than you, Stevie. But I’m down to find out if you’re as crippling as the condition your father had.”

The three boys stared shocked at what the boy had said, making Peter smirk triumphantly. When Steve looked like he was about to get violent, the brunette with ocean blue eyes stepped up to pull him back. Muttering to leave it alone and go play some games in his room. The blonde shrugged off his friend, pointing a finger at Peter before his demeanor changed and he shot off a friendly smile. “It’s gonna be fun living with you, little bro.” He smirked, planning on getting his own revenge later.

And for the next five years, that’s how it went. Back and forth between the two. Occasionally butting heads or simply throwing insults back and forth. The worst part was in the public eye, Steve would always play up that they were close, punching Peter’s arm playfully or teasing his hair. Making Peter look bad if he ever reacted differently. For the most part, Peter dreaded having to be around Steve so much.

Even worse, his school did not do anything in excelling his studies. Mostly running on backpacking off their athletes rather than helping progress anyone with an actual IQ. If it weren’t for Peter having Tony fund his extracurriculars, he was sure he’d last a minute more in the damn prison. Eventually, things became a little easier when he met people like Ned or joined the school paper. The short man was very much keen on making Peter happy, needing to please the one person who treated him like a person. At least at first he did. But like any friendship, all things started to change when a girl came into the picture. It was mid sophomore year when Michelle Jones had moved to town. The lovely girl had a tenacious attitude that Peter thrived on, and happened to have great taste in music.

It was obvious that she was perfect for Peter. No one else in the school deserved her at all. Especially after he realized how sweet she was on him. With everyone else she had a curt and sarcastic response, with Peter she would give insightful and even sometimes humorous responses. It didn’t take long for the two of them to begin dating. But like everyone else at this school, it didn’t take long for Michelle Jones (or MJ as her friends called her) to start slipping up. At first it was the fact that she didn’t want to join in any of the clubs Peter was in. Claiming she had more fun in stuff like Art or creative writing, two things Peter knew were fine, but not the most substantial outside of school. The second was when her remarks towards the school became less factual and more opinionated.

Peter could ignore it most days, but eventually it got to him. The way she turned on her views of people at the school. MJ felt the same way towards him, asking him constantly why he hated so many people he didn’t even really know. It was on a particular rainy day that the two were fighting in his backyard. The two had been attempting to have a romantic picnic when the rain came in. So as the two were hiding under the tree for cover, they got to talking about the upcoming Junior prom. Thinking of ideas on how they could make it fun. That’s when MJ mentioned him.

ONE YEAR AGO

Peter had his arm around her, leaning in to press a kiss to her head when she chuckled to herself. “What’s so funny?” He hummed. The young girl pushed a curl behind her ear, staring up at Peter before she shook her head. “It was just a dumb thing I remembered.”

“Come on, I’m sure it’s not if it’s got you chuckling.”

Smiling a bit, she shrugged her shoulders before speaking. “Your brother just said something about cross dressing for the prom. We’d be making a state as well as cracking everyone up.” Peter couldn’t help but stiffen beside her. Not knowing which he should try to wrap his head around.

“You speak to Steve?”

“..Yeah, we’re in the same class. He sits right behind me.”

Scoffing, Peter removed her from his side. Choosing to lean against the tree with his arms crossed. “How could you willingly speak to him? You know how stupid I think he is.”

“Yeah, he’s kind of an idiot, trust me I know. I’ve had to pass his tests back. But it was a funny joke, Peter.” She tried to reach out his arm when he flinched further back. “Peter, it’s just casual talk in class. Don’t you ever talk to people in your classrooms when it’s boring?”

“No, because I’d really rather stick a pencil in my eye than endure any kind of conversation with those people. Especially if said people happen to be Steve Rogers.”

She scoffed for a second, stiffening up in her own position. “You know, he’s not as bad as you make him out to be. Sure, he’s not the best person or the brightest, but he’s just looking to have a good time in school. Like everyone else.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, MJ. I’m not like everyone else here.”

“Oh? You’re not? You’re better?”

Peter faced her again, glaring down into her brown eyes. “Yes, and I used to think you were too.” The girl was obviously fed up with being told the ‘truth’, got up from the tree and stormed off towards the house. The slight slope up had given Peter enough time to rush after her and stop her from entering inside.

“What are you going to do now, huh? Go talk with Steve? I bet if you fuck with him enough he’ll be willing to take you.”

MJ stared shocked at Peter. Stopping her movements to allow the rain to begin to soak her hair, weighing the curls down against her face. “Peter, what is your problem? I told you about one interaction and you’re acting like I’m into him or something!”

“Shut up! You just told me you talked with him before, who’s to say you guys don’t talk more than that!”

“Why does that matter? I’m not into him, I’m into you!” She shook her head, turning back around towards the house. “This is stupid, I’m not doing this with you.” Peter reached out for her arm, gripping onto it tightly as he pulled her into his chest. “Hey, you’re hurting me!” MJ cried out.

“You’re hurting me! How could you be so casual about talking with someone I’ve told you many times has been my enemy!”

“This isn’t fiction, Peter. He’s not some big bad villain, he’s just someone you don’t get along with. Doesn’t mean that everyone else shouldn’t.” Her hands slapped at his wrist, trying to get him to let her go. “Peter, please..”

“You don’t talk to him again after this..got it?” He said, gripping only tighter. She managed to snake her fingers between his and release her from his vice grip. Her eyes looked down in shock as she noticed how red her wrist had become. Peter seemed to mirror her face before he rubbed a hand at his neck. “MJ..I’m sorry, I just got heated..shit.” He hissed looking closer, lifting his hand to caress it.

The girl didn’t hesitate, reaching her hand back and slapping him across the face. “You don’t get to touch me!” She seethed, moving to hold her arm against her chest. “I cannot believe you!” She added, stepping away from Peter.

“Please, MJ. Try to understand me, he’s a shit person and I just don’t want you talking to him anymore. You have to promise me!” Peter turned more desperate the more he saw her step back from him, hating to see her almost afraid of him. Why would she be afraid of someone who wanted to look out for her?

“No! I’m done with you and your controlling attitude, Peter. This isn’t healthy!”

“Trouble in paradise?” The deep voice of none other than Steve Rogers seemed to chime in perfectly. Causing the two kids to step back from each other. Glancing up, they caught sight of the blonde looking down at the two from his window with a smug smirk on his face. “Michelle, lovely as ever.” He chirped, bringing a white mug to his lips.

“Steve.” Peter croaked out. Trying to control the real anger that was building up inside.

The blonde winked over at the brunette, tipping his head lightly. “Brother~. I sense that despite the cold weather out, you two are getting a little heated up. Should I be worried?”

MJ shook her head, not liking the tone of the changing conversation. “No, you don’t. Because I’m out of here!” Using Steve’s presence as a distraction, the girl turned back around and made her exit out of the house. Leaving Peter upset, but stunned in place.

“What a bummer, I liked having her around.” Steve chuckled. “Way to keep a tight leash, Petey. She even got a hit back on you.” He smirked, titling his head.

“She left because of you! All you do is bother the shit out of me and now MJ is gone because of that.”

Steve let out a deep laugh, shaking his head at the notion. “I’m sure it’s because of me and not because she actually realized what a little psycho shit you are. Must be the mean jock, huh?”

Peter pointed up at the man, nostrils flared as he bit back a yell. “You ruin everything! You talked with her just to annoy me! It’s not like you’d give her any time of day if she was anyone else.”

“Maybe,” volleyed Steve, giving it a thought. “But she’s not anyone else. She is- oops I mean was my brother’s girlfriend.”

“I am not your brother!” Yelled Peter, not caring if he was still in the rain. He wanted to hold his ground, especially since it was Steve of all people looking down at him. “I’m gonna get her back, and I’m gonna make her see what a piece shit you are. She’s smarter than the others, she’ll notice your bullshit eventually.”

Again his step brother could only just laugh down at him. “You keep telling yourself that, Champ. Maybe one of these days someone will stupidly listen to you.” Without letting the other boy get a reply, Steve stuck his head back in and slammed the window shut. Leaving Peter alone finally as he took in everything that happened.

It didn’t take long for the remaining parts of Peter’s relationship with MJ to crumble. They never went to the prom and after thinking it over, MJ decided that she wanted to go visit her Mom more. It was a little after summer that she moved away to live with her Mom. Telling him she’d rather live with her Mom nagging her all the time than to stay in Westerburg with her father.

Peter was crushed, feeling like if he didn’t have to deal with Steve that she’d never have seen that angry side of him. It’s always Steve’s fault. He made him like this. He brought this bad luck into his life. He made him use his hands in anger rather than love. The only solace in all this was that she’d be out of the picture and he could solely work on school and prepare to leave the town come graduation.

It was going to be shit, considering the people and who he lived with. But he could do it. That is..until you came along.

You with your snark attitude, avoiding the other students as you made your way into the cafeteria. You were gorgeous, but the way you held yourself was remarkable. He had to talk to you, he didn’t care if it was for a dumb newspaper questionare, he had to get a word with you.

And boy was that worth it, even if the dumb conversation was interrupted by oafs, you showed him just how ballsy you were. Pretending to stab two students, making everyone around you know just who you are. It was beautiful. Of course, he wouldn’t be the only one to notice your appeal. The moronic captains of the school took notice, both being stunned by your actions. At first, it was only Barnes who made any effort, even trying to walk you home. Beating Peter to the punch. But when Steve made an effort to invite you to the party, he knew that he couldn’t let them have you. Unfortunately, after all he’s done for you, it would turn out that no one was going to be able to have you.

So here he was now, quietly clinging up the side of your house. Hoping to either change your mind or get you out of the way. Something that troubled Peter deeply. He never wanted the two of you to end. You saw him! You saw him as better than Steve. You saw him as your white knight. Sure, he had to toughen you up a bit with some of the things he did, but he knew you better. He knew what you were capable of. But if you were going to do something like be a risk to his future, the same future he worked so hard on, well, you’d be taken care of.

He inched up to your window, wincing a bit when the old wood creaked as he opened it before he carefully climbed inside. He knew that you were aware of his arrival. He made sure you’d known it since his personal entry for you. He still couldn’t wrap his head around the idea of you and Barnes. Something he’d definitely get an answer to right now.

“Little blue bird.” He cooed, coming towards your bed. “I just wanna-“

The sight of your body hanging from the ceiling fan brought him down to his knees. “No,” he croaked, feeling his heart begin to panic. “Not you.” He whispered. Crawling over towards you, he reached out to let his hand poke at your shin, wincing when he noticed just how stiff your body had become. “How could you do this?”

You continued to stay still and he was thankful that your hair covered most of your face. All he could really see was the outline of your nose and lips. He began to feel his heart break, thinking that not only were you gone, but you had been taken by your hand and not his merciful one. By hanging yourself, you cause yourself pain on the way out. All he planned was to slit your wits and make it quick.

“Oh God, Blue. I loved you so much. You were perfect for me. I made it so. I worked so hard to get you to be mine.” He couldn’t help but pour his heart out to you, if he couldn’t tell it to you alive, he wanted to let you hear it now. “Do you know how much it took to pay off Brock and Jock to get Steve drunk? They didn’t believe me at first, not understanding why until I told them it would humiliate you and Steve. Not that I wanted that for you, baby. But I had to show you just how horrible Steve was.”

He sighed a bit, hating how scared you looked that night. “And Barnes, well he really did that himself, huh? Didn’t need me to tell him how to react and with him being buzzed and egged on by those two idiots, it was really only natural for him to take it out on you.”

“But honestly, Blue. You still forgave him? You still wanted him? Even after showing you how awful he was? I didn’t have to worry though, because we took care of Steve. We got rid of one of my biggest enemies and it felt so good.” He looked over at you, wishing he could get a reaction. “It was so hard not to show you how I felt at first..making you think I was sad. But you were so smart, my little bird. Even at the funeral I knew you noticed how pleased I was. But you didn’t say a thing.”

He thought back to the events that followed, smiling to himself over all the work you guys did. “Ned was never this willing to work with me, and I admit, having to beat up my own friend felt weird at first, but once it got him to comply and get you into thinking it was Brock and John that set up that post, well..”

The morning light seemed to be creeping up in the window, making Peter sad to end this last interaction together. Before your father would evidently come in and find you. Where you’d be taken to the morgue and eventually put into the ground. “I know I scared you a bit in the end, but I really wanted you in on this..my one last mission before the year ended.”

He pulled the paper out of his pocket, unfolding the crinkled piece until it looked presentable. “It took me a couple of weeks to do this honestly, I wanted to surprise you with it tonight, maybe convince you of the final work we could do together. But seeing as you took matters in your own hands, I guess I’ll have to do this alone. But don’t worry, your name is still on the list. And so is everyone else’s.”

Clearing his throat, he read off the paper to you. "We students of Westerburg High will die. Today. Our burning bodies will be an example of how unworthy we all became to be. Only under flames can we all become one body.”

“It’s a bit much but I figure it’d send off a message of unity or some shit that newspapers will eat up.” He stuffed the note back in his jacket, shaking his head. “You were supposed to watch it all happen with me. See again how I’m setting you on such a right path. But you decided to leave, and without me.” He fell dejectedly onto your computer chair, turning to look at all the cute crap that covered your desk until he noticed something peculiar.

Leaning against a picture frame was a small camera, something that you normally would not play around with. Carefully, he reached out for it and opened up the view finder to watch back what you recorded.

It was of you, sitting at your desk in the outfit right now. Presumably from just before you decided to hang yourself. “Hey, Peter.” You sniffled, looking at the camera sadly. Oh how he hated to see you cry. “I’m guessing if you’re watching this then I finally had the guts to go through with things..” your eyes cast down to your lap and Peter wished he could reach out to you. “I know you’re upset with me. Especially after seeing Bucky and I next door.”

You nodded your head, seeming to go over your thoughts. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry…sorry that I couldn’t be more honest with you.” He glanced over at your figure, wishing he could hear this in person. “I love Bucky. But you were my friend..you wanted to help me, right?” Smiling a bit you look up back to the camera. “But your method of helping is something that I can’t live with anymore..and I won’t be around for you to set another example to the world out of me.”

Peter shook his head. “It wasn’t going to be like that.” He muttered, hating that you thought so low of him.

“I’m doing you a favor by taking myself out of the picture, hopefully giving you the chance to break off from this life you’re pushing yourself into Peter. Because, I’m sure deep down you don’t want to do this to people..right?”

She was so naive to believe that what he was doing was wrong. Peter knew that she was scared because of how fast these deaths were happening, but he really did hope she would see the light of it eventually.

“All I ask is that you just..leave him alone..please.”

Scowling, he watched as you glanced over your shoulder towards the window. Obviously talking about Barnes again. If anything, he’d make sure that Barnes had front row seats to the bombs he planted downstairs in the boiler room.

“Let me be the end of your madness please. I just want all of you to be able to move on and be happy. Let my death be the last thing that’s plaguing this town.” You begged. Getting up, you reached for the camera to look into it one last time. Peter again could not help but miss how much warmth your eyes had. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you, Pete. But hopefully doing this will help you want to help yourself.”

The camera cut off after that. Ending the tape. A sick feeling tugged into Peter’s stomach. One he’s never quite felt before, and he could only assume it’s because he’s lost you. Taking the tape out, he stuffed the piece into his pocket and set everything back to normal at your desk. Moving to stand in front of you now. He wished he could kiss you once more and remind you of how much he wanted you by his side. Even despite the betrayal of your kiss, he’d still take you back. You were always supposed to come back to him.

“I know you think what I’m doing is madness, and harmful. But the school needs to be rid of its vermin. And I need to be the one to take care of it. I’m the only one smart enough to think this way. He moved to tug lightly at the edge of your jacket, letting his fingers rub against the blue fabric before he stepped back. “I’m going to send them all to you, baby. You won’t be alone soon enough.”

Without another word, he gathered up his belongings and made his way towards the window, casting one last longing look at your figure before he carefully climbed out the window and onto the ladder. Every step down was an encouraging reminder of what he had to do.

KILL. THEM. ALL. KILL. THEM. ALL.

A/N: Well every evil has its origin, in this case, it started with a crazy man with a crazy beard. TAGGED REQUESTS: @edgycatx

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