#peter parker smut
Open to: m/f/nb
Premise: Your muse is friends with Petra, enough she gives them free reign with a house key. They catch her half out of her Spider-Man costume (She is Spider-Man, she presents as male in costume.)
She was late again. It’s a miracle more people haven’t figured her out by this point. She’d made it through the latter half of high school and two years of college so far with only a couple people knowing her full-time gig. Spider-Man takes so much time, she’s lost friends, girlfriends, boyfriends, lovers, those are far flung dreams for her at this point. But, one friend has stuck to her like glue lately, and the brunette is not fucking this up.
Webbing the window open and shooting herself through it, she executes a great hero landing before dashing to her dresser. She tugs her mask off, dropping it into a quickly opened false bottom drawer. Her gloves follow, and she’s just in her binder and bottoms when she looks up. In the mirror’s reflection is her friend. Her mind stutters to a halt. Oh no. Fuck. Fuck.
“I - I.” She licks her lips, stalling to get her brain to synch back up with her mouth. “This isn’t what it looks like.” Strippers did parkour right? And cosplayed as local heroes, right? She could make it seem plausible... right?!
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Never a Dull Moment
Pairing: sub!peter x reader
Warnings: oral; male receiving, constant teasing of pbp because he's so adorable I can't, and typos because i won't proof read until I'm fully awake
Request: i sound like a pervert but, can i request Parker with a S/O who just really enjoys his ass or being a pervert in general? like, slapping it or make inappropriate jokes bout it in front of the avengers or public in general, how he would respond to them?💀 general neutral is okay ano! and fluff + crack with slight smut? thank you!
Synopsis: You've spent the whole evening getting Peter worked up and decide to take care of him in the middle of dinner.
a/n: um...I need sleep. also, it's all consensual and ya'll are 18+ cuz you have your own apartment together and all that shit
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Peter Parker was quite frankly the most attractive person ever. Calling him your boyfriend gave you a little leeway. You took every opportunity you could to touch him or make an inappropriate remark. He never told you to stop or said he didn’t like it, just blushed or gave you a meek smile.
You walked into the kitchen of your shared apartment to find Peter unloading the dishwasher, a mischievous smirk on your face.
“Hi,” you reached your arms around him from behind and held him against you.
“Hey sweetheart,” he continued doing his task with you holding him.
“You ready to go soon?” You slowly slid your hand down his shirt that covered his toned abdomen and to the front of his pants.
It’s been a few months since you’ve seen Ned or MJ so you and Peter were going out to dinner with them this evening.
“I-“ his breath hitched when you applied more pressure, “I have to get- um…my shoes on,”
“Okay,” you rubbed up and down his crotch until you felt him get hard, quiet curse words falling from his lips, “I’ll grab your shoes,”
You removed your hand, kissed his cheek, and left to get his footwear. There he was, putting one last plate away with a boner. You brought his shoes back to him and watched him bend over to put them on. You started walking to the door and slapped his ass on the way.
“Y/n,” he stood up and frantically looked you up and down.
“Yes, Peter?” You gave him a big grin while throwing on your coat.
“P- please,” he walked over to you and pulled your hips flush with his, his dick hard against you.
“We’re going to be late, let’s go,” removed his hands from your torso before grabbing his hand and pulling him out the door, several whines leaving his lips.
The entire cab ride over to the restaurant was spent with your hand running up and down his thigh. Each time you got closer to where he wanted, you took it away.
When you got inside, he made an effort to keep you near and in front of him. You turned around and leaned close to his ear.
“If you keep trying to hide it, it will never go away,” your voice was sultry and only turned him on more.
He quickly nodded, a dark blush on his cheeks. You slid your hand down his lower back to his ass, squeezing a little and fully aware of how busy the restaurant was. People’s eyes were all over as you followed the server to your table where Ned was already waiting.
Peter’s boner and your firm grip on his backside were probably not family-friendly but you didn’t care. You’re just claiming what’s yours. And Peter’s going along with it like a good boy.
By the time you got to the table and sat down, you weren’t sure if you had seen Peter’s cheeks redder. His other cheeks definitely have been.
“Never a dull moment with you two, as usual,” Ned said when you greeted each other.
“He’s been hard since we left,” you quipped before taking a sip of water from the cups Ned must have ordered earlier.
Both pairs of eyes at the table with you widened and you thought Peter might choke on air.
“Since you lef-“
“Forget it,” Peter stopped the conversation from going any further and you shrugged when you felt his eyes burning holes in the side of your hide.
You pulled out your phone and saw MJ had texted you.
“MJ’s running late, she said to go ahead and order her cheese ravioli,” Ned nodded, letting out a small chuckle.
“What’s new?” His tone was sarcastic, making you both laugh while Peter was too focused on the feeling in his pants to pay any attention.
“I want you to order by yourself,” you whispered in Peter’s ear, a frown appearing on his face.
You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend and he immediately shut his mouth.
A few minutes later, the server came over and Ned ordered for himself and MJ before you ordered for yourself. Maybe it was a little mean to have Peter order his own food because normally you would do it for him, but you had a plan.
He took a deep breath and kept his eyes on the menu.
“I’ll h- have spaghetti,” he said quietly.
“Pardon?” The server stepped a little closer to try and hear him better.
“I- um,” Peter turned to you but you didn’t provide any help, “spaghetti, please,”
Your server wrote it down and took your menus before making his way to the next table.
“Why- you know I don’t like that,” Peter kept his head down, embarrassed.
You leaned down close to him, you didn’t want Ned to hear everything.
“I’m gonna suck your cock, you did so good,” your voice low and your hand running over his crotch, “go wait in the bathroom,”
He kept his head down so Ned couldn’t see his beet-red cheeks, before quickly excusing himself.
“Is he alright?” Ned asked, watching Peter speed walk to the bathroom and almost fall on a table in the process.
“He just needs to take care of something,” you smiled and checked your phone, “MJ’s here, I’ll go grab her,”
“Sounds good,” Ned was pretty aware of what Peter was doing and what you were probably going to do.
You spotted MJ walking in when you got to the entrance. You greeted her and gave her a quick hug, then pointed to your table across the restaurant where Ned was patiently waiting.
“I have to use the bathroom, I’ll be right there,”
“Okay,” MJ walked over to the table, giving Ned a confused look
“Hey dude, where’s Peter?”
“Bathroom- they’re definitely-,”
Yes, your friends are spot on. Thank god for the singular bathrooms or what you’re “definitely” about to do would rather difficult. Actually making him keep quiet might have been fun…
You reached your hand down to Peter's belt, quickly undoing it without taking your lips off of his. He moaned into the kiss as you pulled down his pants and boxers. Your knees met the cold tile of the bathroom floor.
“So pretty,” you stoked his shaft and looked up at him, your eyes full of lust, “and hard. Who made you this hard, pretty boy?”
He was already shallow of breath and you hadn’t even done anything.
“You,” he whimpered as you placed an open-mouth kiss on his tip.
“And you did so well, ordering for yourself, I’m so proud of you,” you praised, then took him in your mouth without warning, his breath hitching at the sudden contact.
His dick hit the back of your throat and he finally got the sensation he needed all night. You knew what you were doing when you got him all worked up before you left. You placed your hands on bare hips to keep him pressed against the wall.
“Your mouth feels so- fuck- so good,” he moaned while you continued sucking him off.
You made eye contact with him as you repeatedly gagged, watching his mouth fall into an “o” shape. You wrapped a hand around his balls, kneading slightly while he squeezed his eyes shut. He was close, you could tell and you couldn’t blame him after all the teasing you did.
“I’m gonna cum,” he said breathily and you took your mouth from his dick, keeping a steady motion with your hand on it still, “please let me cum, p- please,”
“Good boy, you can cum,” you grabbed some toilet paper quickly and brought it to his tip.
His face contorted and let out a loud moan as he released, an intense orgasm washing over him. You wiped him off a little before throwing away the used paper. He caught his breath and you tried fixing up your hair and overall appearance in the mirror.
You figured he was still pretty out of it so you helped put his boxers and pants back on, a timid thank you leaving his lips.
“We can’t be in here much longer,” you kissed his cheek before buckling his belt for him.
“Yeah, okay- my hair,” he looked at it in the mirror and you fixed a few pieces that had fallen out of place, otherwise, he looked perfect.
“I’m surprised the food’s not here yet after you took so long,” MJ said as you and Peter sat down at the table.
“How are you?” Peter asked, changing the subject.
“I’m alright, you guys?”
“Well, Peter’s doing the great after that,” Ned and MJ chuckled while you stifled a laugh.
Peter looked at his lap to avoid everyone’s eyes on him.
“You weren’t so shy a few minutes ago, were you?” You teased and put your hand back on his thigh and the other’s laughed, “I’ll make sure you aren’t when we get home either,”
He looked up at you, mouth agape and pants tightening once again. What fun it will be.
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Yandere! Peter Parker x Fem! reader
A/n: I know I haven't posted in a while but ill try to get some posts in this week. Also credit to @becs-bunker for the beautiful Spider-Man divider go check them out!
Summary: Peter breaks into your room to try to get you back but your tired of his behavior. He's willing to do anything to get you to listen to him...
Warnings: Yandere behavior, breaking and entering, kidnapping, threatening, cursing, delusional mindset, mention of future pregnancy, manipulation, smut, oral (female receiving), missionary, unprotected sex, cream pie.
I went into my room and took off my backpack, setting it down. I turned on the light and saw somebody by the window making me panic till I learned to look closer. "Peter is that you?" I asked, his brown shaggy hair disheveled with his posture stiff.
I spoke again, this time louder "Peter why are you in my room?" Usually he's out at this time watching over the city.
"I just wanted to talk to you a little." I sighed and rubbed at my temples. He's been trying to talk to me nonstop and it's getting tiring. I thought he would try to apologize for the incident and we would make up and be friends.
"Is this about the break up?" I ask him to shrug and come closer causing me to hold my hand signaling him to stop.
"Well y-yes but hear me out-" He came closer and I stepped back from him ready to run out the door if needed. Last time he tried to talk to me about getting back together he cornered me in the girls bathroom during lunch. The only reason he left me alone was because of MJ coming in since I was taking a long time.
"Stop, okay we already talked about this, Peter leave me alone." I let out that I was so frustrated with him trying to get back together. I get why he wouldn't want to be friends anymore but why can't he get that I don't want to be with a manipulative person.
"Why don't you ever call me Pete anymore.." He mumbled out but I ignored him and turned around to leave but he stopped me.
"DON'T GO, just- just listen to me please." He grabbed my wrist trying to pull me deeper into my room.
"Okay fine, go ahead." The second I agree his eyes light up as he begins to get his words together. I take out my hair tie rubbing my scalp with my fingers.
"T-thank you. Okay, I know we have past problems but I'm willing to change for you." I rolled my eyes. I already know manipulation 101 and this was going down the path of promises but I know Peter when we get back together he's still going to keep me if anything this will make him hold on tighter to me.
"Peter... No. I'm sorry, okay but I don't want a relationship with you." He looked at me and frowned, making his mask break a little.
"You're not leaving, you just don't get it yet. It's fine I'll show you." He mumbled his brows furrowed before he looked back up before reaching at my wrist.
"No! Let me go! We're not doing this again Peter!" I yelled at him. I never liked raising my voice especially at Peter but he never listens.
"You just need to listen and you'll see we're perfect together." He tugged harder on me causing me to fall into his chest. He was pulling me towards the chair where I noticed some rope on my carpet.
I started panicking and struggled more "LET ME GOOO!" I screamed as his hand came down and covered my mouth, throwing me against the nightstand.
I slowly pick up my heavy head and look around the dark room. Moonlight leaked through the ends of the curtains. Even through the darkness I could still see Peters form sitting in a chair in front of me. His head was turned to the window just blankly staring at the covered glass.
I started screaming the cloth in my mouth making it harder. You could still hear my voice erupt loudly no matter what. His head shoots in my direction almost immediately as he covers my mouth and nose with his large hand. My eyes were wide like his but his were more frantic.
"Shhh everythings fine, I'm going to take this off okay." He motioned to the panties stuffed in my mouth but stopped and looked to the side. "But if you make any noise I'm going to have to use this, okay?" He took out a knife from his pocket and showed me a loose grip. He placed it between his legs and took the fabric from my mouth and tossed it on the bed.
"You're fucking crazy." I said in a quiet voice trying not to sound too loud. He frowned and rubbed my cheeks gathering his next words.
"No, I'm just in love with you." He smiled and stood up taking his knife with him. "It's your fault you know, you made me this way." I looked at him with distaste that he was blaming me for his psychoticness.
"Peter, this isn't love, it's an obsession." He comes towards me shaking his head mumbling 'no'. His hand grabs my face tilting up so I can see his wide pupils. If you looked hard enough you might even see hearts.
"I'm not obsessed or delusional, you're the crazy one thinking that we aren't soul mates~." He looked like an over-excited kid on Christmas. I'm almost surprised he didn't purr from his own words.
"Just please let me go Pete." I said I was trying my best to get on his good side. He rotated his head around and signed in pleasure before facing me.
"I love when you call me that, say it again." His hands enclosed me and he leaned down so his head was at the same height as mine. I stay silent and turn my vision to the ground. "I SAID SAY IT AGAIN!" He screamed at me, his spit falling with his words.
"PETE, Pete..." I said and trailed off fear consuming my words like they consumed my body. He smiled again and started humming his hand petting my head like he didn't just scream at me.
"Good girl, you're my good girl aren't you? I mean you haven't even tried to move on or talked to anybody else. You must still love me." He looked at me with a delirious expression as he waited for my answer.
"I don't" I whispered trying to remain confident with a psycho in front of me. Not to mention the outline of the knife in his jacket pocket.
"Yes, you do, we're soulmates destined to be together forever. In every reality are souls are connected because we were one in the past." I couldn't help the tears well up in my eyes from the fear and uneasiness I'm feeling. I felt stuck in a hole that no one could hear me through. Like I was hopeless, nothing I could do but live with that sinking feeling deep in my stomach.
"N-no we're not, this whole situation is crazy don't you get that?!!" I tried knocking sense into him but he kept that strange lovesick smile on face almost as if he didn't hear me. Maybe he didn't; he was just too lost in his fantasy.
"Do you think we'll have the prettiest children? Think about it, my eyes with your lips." His finger dragged down my lip as it bumped against it causing it to go back to its place quickly. "Well any feature on you really... You're just so beautiful, if your personality was genetic then I hope they get all of it." He was smiling like a maniac going on about how he was excited to start a family with me. He began mumbling stuff about how Tony would be so proud of him becoming a dad and how our children would call him 'Uncle Tony' or something.
I knew the chances of me escaping were low with how lost he was in some fantasy of knocking me up not to mention how he's a superhero. God no one would believe me and that's if I even escape a web swinging maniac. What if we are soulmates and he would treat me right? Take care of me during pregnancy. I won't have to worry about money. The price is just my freedom and happiness but maybe I'll grow to love him like I did once so I can again right?
Or maybe I can escape if I have to be away.... Maybe I can be just as lovesick as him. He won't know the difference between real feelings and fake ones. He's too out of it. I look up at him and smile, catching him off guard as he stops talking and smiles back at me. "Yeah, it would be amazing if they had your cute little nose! I can't imagine how beautiful they would be with your hair!" He was booming so much he leaned in and connected our lips.
"See you're finally getting it." He whispered beside my head his nose sniffing my neck he pulled away his hair was more disheveled really highlighting how off the rails he has gotten during this.
"Can I kiss you again?" I ask him to light and don't waste time connecting our lips. I smile fasley into it. He sees me struggling against the restraints "I want to put my hands in your hair but I can't." I pouted and he immediately reached for the restraints. Once they were free he kissed me hard tugging me from the chair and against him. He picked up my leg and dragged me to him and did the same with the other hooking them around his waist.
He pushed me into the bed slowly kissing down my neck, his warm body resting between my legs. He pushed his jacket off and threw it beside me. He began trailing down to my spread legs and slid my pants down my legs. While he was kissing my thighs he seemed distracted so I reached my hand into his pocket finding nothing. I retracted and he pulled my underwear down making me take a deep breath. My lower region was now exposed, this started to feel like it was getting harder to put my plan into action.
He spread my legs more before his touch licked my folds. My head fell back, fuck I had forgotten how good it feels to have him between my legs. His large hands kept my legs from closing as he sucked on my clit. I reached for the jacket again checking the other pocket. I felt a cold solid object. I pulled it under my side so he wouldn't see it. I was trying to open it as two of his fingers made their way inside of me.
"Fuck Peter." I moaned out he kept a steady motion then went increasingly faster. I tried to focus on opening the knife but my high felt closer.
I came against his mouth as I opened the knife the sound of my moaning covering up the click. He fixed his position over me again, making me hide the knife, the tip of it scratching against my back. He pulled his shirt over his head and pulled down his sweats. He kissed me deeply then took my shirt off taking the knife with it. He positioned his cock in front of my folds. I really wanted to feel his cock in me, maybe it wouldn't be so bad...
He shoved himself inside of me hissing out some curse words. "See how perfectly we fit together? It's because we're meant to be-" He trailed off as he gave a hard thrust sending me to be pushed up. "Fuck I can't get enough of your plush pussy, so warm and sweet." My hands clawed down his back, his veiny dick scratching my insides felt so nice. I could feel his tip push against my cervix with every rough thrust.
His hot breath layered itself against my neck, the heat of our bodies making me feel warm "Can I cum in you? You feel so m' good." His hips kept stuttering against my pelvis. I nodded in a blind reaction as my orgasm hit. He pushed against me again and came painting my velvet walls white.
His breathing was ragged as he looked up and pushed hair from my face. "You're even more beautiful now that you're mine." I looked up at his sweaty face and realized I am his i'll never escape from him an do love him right?
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That Flex, Tho 💕💞😍
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The Pink Shirt
Pairing: Tom Holland x reader
Summary: Based off of Tommy’s obsession with the pink shirt from Zara. Also because I bought the damn shirt for myself as well😭
Warnings: none—I lied. Filthy, dirty, kinda funny, horny smut. Tom is down bad and I need to touch some grass.
A/n: I had this idea so now I’m writing it! Wanted to do some free writing and not requests to let myself ease back into my writing mindset:) might help me get out of a writer’s funk! Hope you loves like it💕
(my best boy🥺)
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With your eyes still shut with sleep, you stretched your limbs, loosening up your muscles from the long night of slumber. Your arm reaches out to the space beside you, expecting to feel the warm body of your boyfriend. When your hand only comes to contact with the comforter, your eyes slowly peel open. Your head rises from your pillow, looking around for any sign of Tom.
His side of the bed was still fairly warm, the outline of his body slightly imprinted into the sheets. The sunlight from the windows peek into the room, causing you to squint. You plop your head back onto the bed, turning to nuzzle your face into Tom’s pillow. His familiar smell of lavender, warm spices, and hints or cedarwood enter your senses and you can’t help but snuggle deeper into his pillow.
A clang in the kitchen startles you. He’s probably getting his morning tea, you thought to yourself. As much as he hated to admit it, Tom was a morning person. He enjoyed waking up early: he got to watch the sun rise, have a morning workout, and he got the opportunity to watch you peacefully sleep. Some people might find the last part creepy, but he swears it isn’t, he just likes to stare at your face.
Deciding to get a move on for the day, you haul yourself out of bed and reach down to the floor for the first article of clothing you can find. The shirt on the floor happened to be one of Tom’s. It was a new shirt of his that he had bought from Zara while you two were out doing rounds around the city. You had suggested it to him, saying that pink complimented his skin and that he needed more color in his closet. Obviously, he bought the shirt. You hadn’t expected him to immediately wear it, but the moment he wore it, he never wanted to take it off. The infamous pink shirt became a staple in his wardrobe and he was obsessed with it.
You pull the shirt over your head and pair it with some shorts. You continue your morning routine, heading into the connected bathroom and freshening yourself up for the day. When you felt presentable, you walked out the room and headed straight to the kitchen. You heard the quiet murmurs of Tom and the sizzling on the stove. You could hear him make little comments to Tessa and return to humming Kiss Me More by Doja Cat and SZA. The song had been stuck in your head, meaning that it was played almost 24/7 wherever you went. Tom must’ve heard the song from you one too many times and it got stuck in his head as well.
You enter the kitchen, immediate being greeted by Tessa. Your voice goes a pitch higher as you bend down to snuggle her. “Good morning darling!” You say in a babyish voice, petting and pressing kisses to her head. Her tail wags in excitement, happy to have the attention on her.
Tom notices your presence, looking over his shoulder to see you with Tessa. He turns back to the eggs on the stove but quickly does a double take when he sees a flash of pink on you. On you was his favorite pink shirt. He didn’t have a problem with you wearing it, in fact he adored when you wore his clothes. They were a bit oversized on you and made you look so adorable. But something about you wearing this specific shirt did things to him.
Your eyes suddenly align with his, your lips turning up into a wide smile. He reciprocates the action and turns the stove off—his eggs were done anyway. You stand up straight and approach him, wrapping your arms around his bare figure, the only thing on him being his boxers. Your face is flush against his back, lips pressing soft kisses along his spine and shoulders.
“G’mornin sweet girl.” He hums, taking one of your arms and bringing it up to his own lips. He interlocks your fingers with his and places a kiss atop your knuckles. He keeps a hold on your hand while he plates the eggs on your plates.
“Mornin’ bubs.” You smile against his skin, hugging him tighter. Tom chuckles at your hold, he adored it when you were all cuddly so early in the morning. He lifts your hand in the air, twirling you in the process, and pulling you into his chest. You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with the curls that brushed against it.
“You’re up early. I was gonna bring you breakfast in bed and be a really cute boyfriend.” He hums, stroking your back. His eyes drift down your body, admiring the way his pink shirt looks on you. The words “A VERY GOOD START” printed onto the shirt rested along your left breast. It definitely was a very good start to his day—seeing you in his clothes made him weak and a full on simp for you.
“You don’t need to do anything to be a cute boyfriend, you already are bubs.” You scrunch your nose at him and peck his lips. He leans into the kiss, following your lips as they pull away from his. “And I woke up alone and was wondering where you went, that’s why I’m up early.”
“I was hungry as soon as I woke up so I made us some breakfast.” He explains. His hands drift down your figure, fingers brushing against the exposed skin of your legs. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, while his hands grasps onto your bum. A boyish grin forms on his lips as he cheekily squeezes your bum cheeks, “You don’t have to worry about being alone anymore because you found me.”
You playfully roll your eyes at him, “I’m starting to regret finding you, you horny little shit.” You tease him. It was normal for the both of you to poke fun at each other, it was your love language.
Tom licks his lips, eyes scanning your body again. The shirt was big on you, your nipples pebbled against the material, and his scent was radiating off of you. It might have been a shirt but it was his shirt with his scent on it, and it turned on his possessive side.
“But you look so fucking adorable and hot in my shirt.” He pouted, setting you on the counter and letting his fingers sneak under his shirt to touch your skin. “I just want to take you on this counter and lay you down, eat your sweet pussy out, and hear your pretty little moans.” He teasingly trails kisses along your jaw and neck. His fingers grab onto your hips, thumbs digging desperately into your skin.
Your tilt his chin up so that he’s staring up at you. Lust consumes his toffee brown eyes, turning them darker compared to their usual bright tint.
“You know what else you can take on this counter?” You ask him, a smidge of seduction in your tone. Completely enamored by you, Tom just lets out a little hum in response. You lean in closer to his ear, making sure to brush your lips against it.
“The breakfast you just cooked for us. We should eat before it gets cold.” You whisper, your breath fanning against his neck. You feel him shudder against you as goosebumps appear on his neck. He throws his head back, groaning at you.
“You little shit, you’re such a tease.” He grumpily says, pushing himself off the counter away from you. He grabs the plates he prepared for you both and sets them on the table. You laugh, hopping off the counter. You didn’t miss him adjusting himself in his boxers as he awkwardly sat on a stool. You settle beside him and pressed a kiss on his temple. He huffs cutting into his pancake.
“Tommy.” You whine, ducking to reach his lips. He was pouting and moved away from you.
“No, you’re mean.” He grumbles. “But you worked so hard to cook breakfast, I wouldn’t want it to all go cold.”
“That’s what a microwave is for.” He retorts.
“It’s better fresh.” You stab a fork into your eggs and eat it. He remains silent, chewing on his food. You began to feel bad and place your chin on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry for being a tease.” You apologize, watching him for a reaction. You continue, “I’ll let you do whatever you want later.” That catches his attention.
You shrug, “After I digest?”
“How long does it take to digest?” He questions you.
“I don’t know, thirty minutes?” You guess. He tries to stop the small smile on his lips from forming, but fails to. He nods nudging his nose against yours, “Sounds good to me.”
The day passes with ‘discreet’ teasing and ogling from Tom. The both of you couldn’t exactly do anything later because things happened during the day. First, Tom had to log onto zoom to attend a meeting for a new film. Then, you got occupied doing some last minute work for college. While you were consumed with your assignments, Tom’s eyes would drift to where you were. You were sat on the couch, legs on the cushions, as you typed away on your laptop. You wore the shirt all day, even when you turned into the bedroom to take a short nap.
The moment his meeting ended, Tom went straight to your shared bedroom. To his content, you were already awake, scrolling through your phone. The position you were in made him inwardly groan. You were on your stomach with your plump ass sticking up in the air.
“Baby.” He called as he entered the room. Tom carefully clamored over you, straddling you from behind. He ducked his head to kiss the back of your neck, his lips instantly latching onto the spot that he knew riled you up. “Baby, it’s later.” He mumbled against your neck.
“I know, was waiting for you to finish with your meeting.” You reply, turning to meet his lips. He smiles into the kiss, deepening it as he helped you lay on your back. He blindly takes your phone from your hand and puts it to the side, his fingers resuming to play with the material of his shirt. One of your hands cup his face while the other moved to thread through his curls. You pull on the strands, emitting a deep moan from Tom. He let out a sigh of relief when he was able to ground his hardening cock against your clothed core.
“Fuck—was thinking about this all day.” He choked as he bucked his hips against yours. The friction coming from between you two and the sight of you underneath him in his clothes sent waves of arousal straight to his dick.
“Well now you don’t need to think anymore, just do me.” You quickly reply in between his kisses. You weren’t even sure what came out your mouth because all you can feel was yourself being consumed by Tom.
One of his hands dip down to slip past your shorts; what Tom felt made him moan. Under your shorts—technically his boxers—was nothing but your wet cunt. Tom felt himself get harder at the thought of you wearing nothing under his boxers the entire day.
“And you don’t have any fucking panties on.” Tom bit down on your bottom lip, pulling on it a bit with his teeth, before letting it go. “You’ve been a naughty girl all day. Teasing me with the shirt, then at the kitchen this morning, and now I found out that you haven’t been wearing anything under my boxers today.”
“What are you gonna do, Tommy? Punish me?” You taunt him, your hands being pinned to the mattress by one of his own.
“You see I would, but I’m feeling generous today. You look so good in my clothes and now I wanna mark you up even more by being inside you.” He casually shared as his fingers between your legs spread your wetness on your cunt. His thumb expertly yet blindly brushes your clit, making you gasp.
Tom continues his causal conversation with you, “You’d like that won’t you? Marking you up and showing everyone that you’re mine?” Your mouth only gaps in pleasure, your body content with the way his fingers flicked between your folds. All while this is happening, his eyes remain on you. He watched as your eyes threatened to roll back, the way your mouth opened and closed, and how your brows would furrow in pleasure.
Tom tuts, moving so that you’re directly looking at you, “I need words, darling.” A breath releases shakily past your lips, “Yeah.”
“Yeah what?” Tom tilts his head at you, still flicking his fingers below you, one of his fingers teasing your entrance.
“I—I want you to—oh—mark me up.” You stutter out. Tom uses that as confirmation to shove his finger into your hole. You gasp, legs jolting to close, though Tom’s torso avoids them to do so.
Tom cheekily chuckles. “Oh, I know you do.” He responds, mocking you on your little slip up. With how wet you were getting, it wasn’t difficult for him to shove in a second finger. While his fingers pushed in and out of you, his thumb made rough circles on your clit, the perfect move to drive you towards the edge.
“Such a good girl for me.” He hums, craning his head so that he can suck hickies onto your neck. His lips attached to your skin, sucking harshly while his teeth and tongue alternated to bite and smooth the spot. When he felt one side was bruised enough, he moved to the other side of your neck, repeating his motions.
“So responsive, you’re still getting wet.” He whispered. Your toes curled and whimpers escaped your mouth at how good he was making you feel. When Tom felt your walls clenching down on his fingers, he disconnected himself from your neck, admiring the patches of hickies that littered your neck and collarbone.
“All mine.” He muttered. “You gonna cum? I can feel you squeezing down on me, baby. Come on, cum on my fingers.” He nudged your nose with his, quickening his pace. You felt the tension in you building up. When the tension relaxed, you came undone. Squeezing your eyes shut and throwing your head back, giving Tom a view of your bruised neck. He dove right back in, sucking on the part of your throat that vibrated as you released a moan.
When he felt your breathing fall back to pace, he stared at you.
“You alright?” He asked, a hand of his coming up to affectionately move strands of hair that stuck onto your face. The lust in his eyes momentarily disappeared being replaced with concern. You nodded letting out an “mhm”.
And just like that the lust returned to his eyes. He pecked your lips and wiggled his way down towards your soaked heat.
“Good ‘cause we’re just starting.” He grinned. His eyes connected with the grey Calvin Klein boxers you wore. The patch between your legs was far more darker compared to the rest of the article of clothing.
“That’s sexy.” He comments. “Your cum soaking my boxers, God.” Tom shows the slightest bit of roughness by shoving your thighs apart to make way for his head. When he was centimeters away from your cunt, his eyes shift to look up at you, that boyish grin gracing his angelic face. Though right now he was far from angelic, he was like a sin between your legs. A sin you would do over and over again.
He chuckles to himself and kisses your pussy through the boxers. You knew this was payback for you teasing him earlier in the day. You found your hips lifting from the mattress, wanting to get more contact from Tom. His response was to only slam your hips back down, keeping his hands there to pin them to the bed.
Your legs widen, allowing all of him to be flush against you. Biting down on your lip, your hands reach down to the top of Tom’s head to grasp onto his hair.
“Tom.” You whine. Tom releases a low moan, rutting his crotch against the mattress to relieve his own arousal.
“I know, I know.” His tongue swipes his lips, tasting a hint of you on them. He takes his boxers off you and tosses them to the floor. His eyes hungrily connect with your core.
The heat forming between you and Tom was overwhelming you, causing you to sweat. You move to take off your (Tom’s) shirt but it’s suddenly yanked back down. You look at Tom in shock to see his eyes on you, “Keep the fucking shirt on.” You comply, leaving the shirt alone.
Tom turns his attention back to your slit and how it glistened with your wetness. Before he can do anything, he pulls his shirt off, and throws it over his shoulder. Without any warning, he dives into your heat. You let out a high pitched moan, your thighs clenching, and your eyes rolling back.
“Shit, Tom.” You moan as his mouth suctions itself onto your center. It was wet and sloppy, all you felt was his mouth and tongue attacking your pussy. He moans in content at the sounds you made for him, the vibrations of his moan buzzed against your clit. You whine while your hands grasp onto his curls to bring him closer to you.
“Taste so good for me. You’re such a good girl for me, (y/n).” He praises you, sloppily kissing your heat. His fingers split your folds apart, a string of your arousal forming between the space. Tom flicks his tongue, teasing your hole.
“Can you give me another one, love?” He questions you, the pad of his thumb making rough circles on your clit.
“Y—yeah.” You stammered, features contorting in pleasure.
“Yeah? I know you can, baby.” He replaces his thumb with his mouth and began to suck on your clit. His fingers were back inside you, pumping in and out repeatedly. The combination of his mouth and rough fingers caused white flashes to appear in your vision. You felt like you were blanking out, drunk on the euphoric pleasure Tom was giving you. He knew every little thing that riled you up and took you apart—he was like a pro when it came to making you feel good.
“God, Tom I’m close.” You clamp down on his fingers, your legs wrapping around his waist. Tom picks up the pace of his tongue, adding a hint of his teeth to graze at your sensitive bud.
“C’mon darling, cum all over my face, give me another one.” His words vibrate against your clit again. With the help of his tongue and fingers, your back was arching off the mattress, a loud cry tumbling off your lips. Your legs tightened around him as you came all over him. Gasping, you pried him off your core, the sensations of your orgasm making you far too sensitive. Your chest heaves, trying to catch your breath after the blissful moment.
“That’s my girl.” He mumbles, easing away from your center with your cum dripping down his chin. A proud grin is on his lips. You stare at him through half shut eyes, “Don’t get cocky on me.”
Tom licks his lips and uses the back of his hand to wipe your cum from his face.
“I didn’t say anything, lovey.” He innocently retorts, allowing you to come down from your high. Tom lifts your shirt to press kisses along your hipbones and stomach.
“You had that stupid look, you cocky shit.” You knew he was proud at the fact that he was the reason to why you were so blissed out. You may have had flushed cheeks, hair sticking to your face, and sweating—but he thought you looked absolutely stunning beneath him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He hums nonchalantly, pushing your shirt to rest above your breasts. He momentarily stares at your erected nipples, almost boyishly. That glint of playfulness shining in his eyes.
“Come to daddy.” He says before ducking to suck on one of your nipples. You scrunch your face at him prying him off you. Tom objects, shooting you a look.
“You did not just fucking say that.”
“I did, now let me suck on them titties.” He snickers, can’t taking himself serious. You burst out laughing, “You’re killing the mood.”
He shakes his head, bouncing a bit, “Fine, sorry, sorry.” He pecks your lips and goes back to flicking his tongue on each of your nipples. You feel his hard on bumping against you, making your cunt squeeze down on thin air.
“Tom, you’re so hard.” Your hand rubs him through his boxers, helping him relieve himself of some tension. The action only causes Tom to jut his hips onto your hand.
“Thank you, baby.” He groans, pressing his forehead in between your breasts. You continue to rub him, finding the head of his cock and running your thumb past his tip. He suddenly snatches your hand from him, startling you.
He kisses your wrist, “Nothing, sorry. I just won’t last long if you keep doing that. I need to be in you.” You nod, spreading your legs wider for him to get comfortable. Tom shimmies out his boxers, pulling out his length. It was quite long, with the veins almost popping out, and his tip red hot. Tom hissed when the air met his hard on.
You took some of your slick, gathering it on your hand, and used it as lube for Tom’s dick. He lines himself with your entrance and looks at you.
“You’re on the pill right?”
“Yup, I am.” You confirm, squeezing his bicep. Tom nods, interlocking one of your hands with his. The both of you sigh in relief once he enters you. The veins of his cock brush against your walls, his length completely filling you up.
“So fucking tight.” Tom breathes out, stilling so you can get used to him. You kiss his jaw, giving him the ‘ok’ to move. He pulls out then snaps his hips back into yours, knocking the breath right out of you.
He grabs one of your hands and rests his forehead against yours as his thrusts begin to grow harder and faster. “Yeah—won’t last long.”
“It’s ok, keep going Tommy.” You coax him, your free hand scratching at his back, spurring him on. Tom stills, leaning back to rest on his haunches. His hands grab onto your ankles, pushing your legs back until your knees touch your stomach.
“Keep these open for me, yeah?” He realigns himself with your entrance again. This time when he enters, he reaches deeper into you, hitting that spot that pushes you closer to becoming wrecked. Your moans are now bouncing off the walls; if Harry were home, the poor boy would have been mortified.
Tom smirks down at you, “That feels good doesn’t it, lovey?” As he says this his hand gently cradles your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
“You make me feel so good, Tommy.” You whimper, turning your head to kiss his palm. “Only you.”
Tom’s thumb glides past your lip before slipping it into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around his digit, getting it wet. He takes his thumb from your mouth and brings it back to your clit. His touch makes you jolt, your sensitive bud already overstimulated from your previous orgasms.
“I’m close, baby.” He warns you, his thrusts becoming erratic. His hips were moving sloppily, but he was still hitting your spot. You decide to help him out and replace his hand with yours on your clit.
“I fucking love you, fuck.” You groan. Tom connects his lips with yours, wanting to be as close to you as possible. With both his hands free, he angled his hips a certain way and began to rail into you, fucking you into the mattress.
“Baby, I’m cumming.” He whimpers against your lips. “Me too, Tommy. Cum in me.” You urge him, trailing wet kisses along the side of his face. The both of you come undone at the same time, entangled with each other’s limbs. Strings of white releases from Tom and coats your walls while mixing with your release. Tom’s face is nuzzled into your neck, while yours rests above his curls. He leans his weight onto you, your chests heaving and bodies twitching from the aftershocks.
Tom was the first to move, coming out from the crevice of your neck. He kisses you multiple times with whispers of “I love you’s”.
“I think you look really good in my clothes.” He whispers, the softest smile forming on his features, his eyes gazing at you.
You snort, motioning to the sticky mess between the two of you, “Really? I didn’t notice.” The two of your burst out laughing, stuck in your cozy little bubble.
The moment was interrupted by heavy knocking coming from the door, “WILL ONE OF YOU PLEASE TAKE ME TO CHURCH? MY EARS HAVE BEEN SINNED UPON.”
Tom groaned, “HARRY FUCK OFF!”
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Pairing; Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
Summary; despite knowing each other for almost their entire lives, Peter and Y/N were only beginning to get to know each other and it doesn't take long for Peter to be infatuated.
A/N; I'M SO PROUD OF THIS ONE YOU HAVE NO IDEA OMG. And Tony Stark is alive in this one :P but he's barely mentioned so. And also, didn't edit this so just bear with me
For two people that'd known each other for so long, who watched each other lose teeth, break bones and grow into the hard-headed teenagers were now, they sure didn't know each other that well. Y/N and Peter were completely different people. From day one, never once did they cross paths in each other's lives. It was like they were from two different worlds- the most they knew about each other were the floating rumours that'd occasionally surface.
If Peter were asked to describe Y/N, solely based on the rumours that surrounded her, he'd say she was confusing. Well, confusing, intimidating and... and a magnet for curiosity. He'd known her since they were wee little kids, they were always put in the same class and they practically watched each other grow up. Yet they never interacted, because she was too busy with her friends and he was busy studying and being the smartest in the room.
Unconventional would be an understatement to describe Y/N. She was average, a normal high school girl with farfetched goals and unrealistic dreams. Y/N would like to think that she kept to herself most of the time, but she was so used to being around crowds that her character came off otherwise.
She wasn't as smart as most people, and she didn't get herself involved in extracurriculars and she didn't know what she wanted to do with her life; she saw no future for herself. So, for now, all she did was enjoy herself despite the desperate pleas of her parents, begging her to study.
She wasn't doing great in her classes, but she'd like to think she had more common sense than most people in her class. She was emotionally stable, she'd like to think, but that didn't explain the drinking. She didn't go out to parties every week like most of her friends, she wasn't allowed to but on rare occasions, she couldn't help but become a party animal.
She was known for that, after all, but it wasn't something she wore proudly.
In freshman year, Y/N seemed to be the most popular girl in school. She liked it at first, but the attention was consuming and it wasn't getting her anywhere. She wasn't losing her friends, but she was forgetting herself. She realized it was a problem before it got too late.
When junior year rolled around, Y/N found herself signing up for the weirdest extracurriculars. After the whole science trip, reality had hit her like a ton of bricks and she realised how hard it would be for her to get into college. And she wanted to get into college so bad.
Peter was pleasantly surprised when he saw Y/N worming her way into the Academic Decathlon team. He didn't know how she got in and frankly, Y/N didn't know either. She was rusty at first, was the target of teasing for an entire week- a week for Peter to take a breath- until she started getting the hang of it.
Soon enough, she was answering all the questions with so much confidence and nonchalance- it was baffling to watch. Flash grew jealous of her, swore she was somehow cheating her way to the top. His theory was quickly shut down by Betty. Peter and Ned simply accepted it and MJ, being the team captain, was pleasantly impressed.
She was easily accepted and quickly became part of the core of their team. Her opinions mattered to them and her words were considered- it wasn't something she'd ever experienced before. Y/N Y/L/N finally thought she found her place, a place where she belonged.
That was probably the first time Peter recalled talking to her. She'd bumped into him on the way to the auditorium, offering him a hasty apology before she walked off, bag slumping on her shoulders and books pressed to her chest. He couldn't wrap his head around how quickly the moment had gone past, he didn't even have time to register what she said or realise that she was running off in heels and all that he was left with was the notebook she left behind, resting at the end of his shoe.
He holds onto her notebook the rest of the day, taking time to admire the dumb doodles she'd indulged in during class. Doodles in all sorts of colours, with a few nonsense quotes here and there. She was a messy person, it was obvious. Her notes were all over the place and her handwriting splayed inconsistently- sometimes looking like they were printed by a printer and other times looking like a spider gliding against water.
He remembered reading an article about what someone's handwriting could tell about a person. Y/N was simply a messy person, with her thoughts all over the place and no sense of tidiness-
Peter just decided to give her back her notebook during practice. He was getting ahead of himself, for someone who barely knew Y/N Y/L/N, he was thinking about her too much. Sure, he wanted to get to know her better but he was getting ahead of himself.
What he wasn't expecting was stiffening up when he saw her sitting with MJ and Flash, laughing about something with a pen pressed to her bottom lip, the corners of her eyes crinkling with glee. Ned had to physically shake him out of it. The hands that held her notebook shook violently and he blinked profusely but it got worse when Y/N catches sight of him.
She smiles widely, which was something she'd never done towards this, but it was probably because she saw him holding her precious, lost notebook. She jogs towards him, her braid swaying side to side as the hair that framed her face bounced and she stops in front of him, tucking the loose strands of hair behind her ear before looking at his hands.
"I've been looking all over for this," she sighed in relief and Peter robotically hands her the notebook and her hands brush over his for only two seconds.
He blinks profusely, humming and nodding his head like an idiot and Ned stared at him like he's an alien. His hands don't even fall to his side until she stared him up and down, a confused grin replacing her smile as her brow lifts.
"Thank you," Y/N tried again, hoping to get an answer from him because he seemed way too uncomfortable. He could be sweating, for all she knew.
"N- no problem," he's stuttering and stammering and all he could think about was how embarrassing it was because everyone was probably staring.
He swore Ned mumbled out an excuse to drag Peter towards the rest of the team to start practising. She stared as they walk away, confused and puzzled before she follows them and MJ stars belting out questions for everyone to answer. And Peter was distracted for a good amount of time until Y/N stars answering questions too, her voice flowing into his ears like music.
When practice was over, most students had left for their next class, including Ned. Peter was left to fend for himself while Y/N sat beside him, tapping her pen against the table as she read a random book. He didn't know how she ended up sitting beside him, both leaning against the wall while MJ was expecting them on brushing up for their next practice.
Before Peter could even propose the idea of practising together, he was disturned.
Much to his dismay, though, Flash slid beside Y/N, the hated grin on his face as he nudged her with his elbow. Y/N, trying her best not to roll her eyes, closed her book and turned to him with an annoyed smile, asking what he wanted with so much sarcasm and disinterest dripping from her mouth- Peter was blown away.
"There's a party today-"
"Absolutely not," Y/N almost laughs and she shakes her head harder than she waves her hands at him. Flash's smile quickly drops into a frown as he looked at her confused.
"Why not? You love parties," he urges, completely ignoring her groan of disinterest.
"I do," she confirms. "But I don't want to go today."
"Why not?" Flash urges, clearly not understanding her disinterest.
"My parents won't let me," She argues.
"That never stopped you," Flash winks at her; she cringed at him. Chuckling awkwardly, Y/N leaned away from him, almost pushing her back into Peter's shoulder but that doesn't happen and Peter feels disappointed.
"Seriously, Flash," she rolls her eyes. "I'm busy the entire day. I have archery classes and a job to keep-"
"Archery?" Peter snaps his head towards Y/N, curiosity peaking as she looks at him from over her shoulder. She chews her bottom lip, nodding a confirmation and Peter mumbles "that's cool," and looks back down. Y/N furrows her brows.
"Where do you work? Maybe I can pick you up-,"
"Nope, I'll be working the entire night," she smiles at him, tilting her head and blinking profusely before she stands up, collects her books and struts towards Betty and MJ. The three girls exit the auditorium and Peter is sitting awkwardly beside Flash, both watching her strut away like she was a model, mouths gaped in shock at her attitude.
Y/N would do anything to spend a day away from home, so she sure as hell wasn't going to miss an opportunity to work an overnight shift at the cafe. It wasn't like she'd have much work to do, and it wasn't like she was going to be left alone. Finn would be there to keep her company- which her parents were against too. He's a boy, they said, it's inappropriate.
She couldn't care less about what they had to say. They argued for around an hour, going back and forth until they told her to get lost and do whatever she wanted. She stormed out of her house and now she was leaning against the counter, silence consuming her as Finn washed the remaining mugs.
"Mind helping me a little?" He asks, scoffing.
Y/N whines and slumps her shoulders, looking over her shoulder to find him in his jeans and white shirt, an apron safely tied to his torso to keep his uniform from getting wet. "I'm exhausted, Finn," she breathes, resting her chin on her hands as the fan caused her hair to blow into her face.
"Then why'd you come in?" He looks at her, disappointed and confused, maybe even a little annoyed as he dries the mugs and plates. She doesn't respond, only groans and Finn rolls his eyes. "Your parents bothering you again?" He puts two and two together and he's proven right when she nods.
"They just don't know how to leave me alone," she groans. "I'm doing something for myself to earn more money but they can't let me work a night shift because I'll be alone with a boy all night. I wanna punch them in the face, I really do," she lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding, tucking her hair behind her ear.
Finn doesn't respond, mostly because he didn't want to. But even if he wanted to say something about it, he wouldn't know what to say. So he continues to clean up, leaving her alone like he always did. Silence was better than starting an awkward conversation anyway, Y/N would agree with him.
Y/N was too exhausted to even use her phone. Defeated, she traces her fingers over the cheap granite counter, she recollected the day she had at school; more specifically, Peter. She thought about how flustered he looked when he returned her notebook to her, the way his cheeks flushed red and the way he stiffened up at the mere sight of her.
Was he threatened by her? Scared, by any chance?
Peter barely even knew her, never talked to her. Maybe he hated her and she never even knew. Or maybe he was just shy and wasn't used to being around people he didn't know- Introverted, it was pretty obvious. But did that mean he hated her? She was overthinking it. And it wasn't like it mattered, they barely talked to each other; they barely knew each other.
While Y/N was daydreaming, Finn had finished with the dishes and decided to move on to watching a movie on his phone. He didn't bother wearing earphones, allowing the dialogue to flow through the barren cafe... only to have it be disturbed by the door opening and closing and a groan falls from Y/N's lips which quickly turns into a gasp of realisation.
Peter was stumbling in, sweating and heaving with a meek smile on his face, waving lightly towards Y/N. He walks over to her, gripping the straps of his bags tightly, the sleeves of his sweater covering half of his hands. "Hi," he says to her, innocent and sweet, maybe a little less flustered than the last time he crossed paths.
Y/N's head snaps towards Finn who's glaring at Peter, annoyed that he had to deal with another customer's order. He was tired and it was uncommon- almost rare- for them to get customers in the middle of the night. Y/N didn't blame him for reacting that way and normally, she would have groaned too. She only didn't give that reaction this time because it was Peter.
Peter Parker; who was at her workplace in the middle of the night, with no explanation whatsoever. And she couldn't treat him like a normal customer because she knew him and she had questions and because he was roaming the streets past midnight.
"Finn, it's only one person," she defends, rocking her head to the side as she eyes him. Finn only rolled his eyes and grumbled, asking her to take care of his order and that he was done for the day before he disappears into the break-room. "I'm sorry about that," she shakes her head and looks back at Peter.
He stood directly in front of her, looking like a deer in headlights despite looming over her height. Y/N only chuckles as he mumbles "it's alright," and waves it off.
"What're you doing here?" She asks, curiously, glancing towards the glass doors to emphasise the night and bright street lights. The roads were empty too, a yellow taxi speeding past every couple of hours. It was weird.
"Just thought I'd get a drink," he shrugged like it was no big deal, drooping his brows and lifting his lips into a grin. He tried so hard not to sound like he was trying to play cool because, in reality, his whole body was shaking, quivering under the sharp yet sweet gaze of Y/N Y/L/N.
"It's past midnight, Peter," she debates, furrowing her brows and cocking her head to the side as she waited for his excuse.
Peter widens his eyes again and Y/N echoes him, one startled and the other prying. He stammers, licking his lips and looking everywhere but her as he says "I got caught up with my Stark internship," and that was enough for Y/N to hum in realisation.
"Oh, yeah, I keep forgetting you work for Tony Stark," she mused, nodding then shaking her head. Peter gapes at her for a moment, completely in shock that she knew that about him. He shouldn't be surprised, though. Half the school knew. "I'm sorry again, you said you wanted a drink?"
"Oh," he ponders for a bit, realising that he came in completely unprepared. So he asks for a simple iced coffee and she offers him another smile before making his order.
Y/N comes back with a tall glass of coffee, tiny ice cubes floating to the top and Peter digs in his pockets to find the perfect change, not wanting to bother her with more work at the cashier counter. What he didn't expect her to do was slide his drink towards him, smoothly telling him "It's on the house," with a smirk before circling the counter and joining his side.
In all honesty, he was hoping this would happen. He was hoping Y/N would be kind enough to keep him company and start up a conversation. He was hoping she'd sit with him and laugh along to whatever they were talking about so that only he could hear her laughing. So that it was his jokes she was laughing about; his company she would be enjoying.
But then he realised that she'd much rather be sitting with Finn in the break room, watching something random or talking about work or whatever it was he thought they talked about. So he sighed and said, "You can go to the break room if you want."
Much to his delight, though, Y/N chuckled and said, "It's fine," with a wave of her hand and guides him to a booth near the windows. "The man hates me, anyway," she giggled and Peter didn't know what was so funny about someone hating her. He assumed it was just a joke and nods, gulping as he sits across from her.
They don't say anything to each other and Y/N doesn't think the silence is putting off at all. She decided it was best to ignore gaucherie and keep him company until he finished his coffee and leaves. She finds it uncanny that Peter found the need to drink coffee at an ungodly hour. Did he need to stay awake for something, or was it just his prefered drink?
"How'd you find this place?" She finds herself asking, resting her elbows on the table, hand supporting her chin as she gave him her undivided attention. She looked so attentive, so interest in what he had to answer for her question- it almost caught him off guard, he was going to spit out his coffee.
Peter would never admit that she'd caught his eyes while he was swinging around from building to building during his nightly patrol. The dim lights being the only eye-catcher in the entire street for him to check- Y/N was coincidentally working there. It was his dumb luck.
Peter would never admit that it was her uniform that made him stop and stare- the pretty skirt that had her shirt tucked into had him reeling. Her shoulders, broad and sharp as leaned against the counter. The knee-high socks she wore that reached above her thighs left less to his imagination. She looked so beautiful, pretty, gorgeous... hot.
Peter would never admit that the reason for his leg bouncing up and down since he'd sat down was her legs being inches away from his, bare skin tucked away under a pair of sheer, torn socks. His hands tapping the rim of his glass at the sight of the top two buttons of her shirt being undone.
Peter would never admit that it was the loose hair that framed her face that made him watch while perched on a tall tree, hanging onto the trunk for dear life as he observed her in a daze. Her every movement and inaudible word she spoke put him in a trace, eventually leading him to messily change clothes in an alley right behind the coffee shop he was currently sitting in.
To himself, Peter would never admit that he kept his duties as Spider-man aside just to come into a coffee shop to spend time with Y/N. It was painful to pretend like his suit wasn't clumped into his bag, acting like he was just any other intern of Tony Stark's.
So, Peter shrugged before answering. "The first place I found open," he takes another sip of his coffee, hiding the trembling of his lips. "And you just happened to be here."
Y/N nods, scoffing at herself for expecting a different answer. "Fair enough," she said before crossing her arms and slumping into her chair. "So you didn't get to go to that party either, huh?" She pondered aloud.
"I mean," he clears his throat. "I wasn't invited, so-"
"You don't have to be invited, you know?" Y/N chuckles at him and leans towards him again, resting one elbow on the table instead of two as her other hand rests on her thigh. "If you know a party's taking place, you just go," she shrugs, scrunching her nose and as Peter looks down in realisation.
"Oh," he said, lacing his fingers together and abandoning his coffee altogether.
"Yeah," she nods. "That's how most high school parties work," she grumbles and Peter scoffs at himself.
"Even if I wanted to go, I'd never find the time," he mumbled but didn't expect Y/N to understand. He didn't have to know her to know that she wasn't nearly as busy as him.
"Fair enough," she says. "My parents wouldn't let me live if I told them I've been to high school parties before," she rolls her eyes with so much annoyance, Peter could practically feel it seeping into the atmosphere.
"That strict, huh?" he muses, huffing out a breath and the curls on his head fall stray to his forehead.
"Very," she breathed but somehow manages to crack a smile at the misery that was her household. Peter's eye twitches when he hears her chuckling, but doesn't comment on it and doesn't ask anything further. "There's a party every Friday," she continues, regardless.
"Really?" He raises a brow.
"Yeah," Y/N enthusiastically nodded and smiled until it reached her eyes. "I'll probably be going next week, it'd be nice if you came, too," she offered.
Peter can't help that his heart swells at the invite and he can't hide his smile. She actually thought she'd enjoy his company but he wouldn't admit that it made him happy. Well, he wouldn't admit it to her, at least. He was scared she'd be creeped out if he said anything wrong.
"You should bring Ned, too," she offered. "I'll wait for you at the door with a drink or something. I promise you'll have fun," it was almost like she was shy to invite him. With every word she spoke, her voice became softer and softer- a whisper, almost.
"Oh, yeah?" He grins, a sudden wave of confidence washing over him.
"Yeah," she nods, looking away from him and at her hands instead.
"I'll try coming," he assures her and finishes the last bit of his coffee before checking his watch. He was so caught up with trying to acquaint himself with Y/N in some form, he'd forgotten about how concerned his aunt May would have been. "I should probably get going," he points a thumb towards the door.
Y/N nods softly, standing up when he does and walking him out. She holds the door open for him and he doesn't find it in him to walk away. They smile at each other, chuckle when they realise how pathetic they must have looked and Y/N brushes her hair back and rubs the back of her neck.
"Well, get home safe," she folds her lips into her mouth. "I'll see you on Monday."
Peter doesn't find it in him to bid his goodbye. He simple waves and skips away and he swore Y/N watched as he disappeared around the corner of the street. Y/N lets out a sigh, finally slumping her shoulders and taking a minute to breathe fresh air.
It's cold, cold enough to get her sick the next morning and she wasn't exactly wearing suitable clothing for the weather. Horipilating goosebumps formed on her arms and legs and she rushes back inside, eventually stumbling into the breakroom where she finds Finn comfortably wrapped in a jacket, watching something on his phone.
Finn only acknowledges her with a glance. He nods once at her before he was back to watching his movie. Y/N echoes his acknowledgement back at him and reaches for her jacket that was hung on the wall. She settles on the couch across from him, unlocking her phone and deciding to find something random to read.
"Who was that?" Finn asks but doesn't bother to look up from his phone.
"Peter," she clears her throat. "We go to school together," she explained. He only hums her way, nodding as his attention goes back to his phone. Y/N assumes the rest of the night would pass in utter boredom and taciturnity.
When Monday came, Peter found himself sitting beside Y/N in chemistry. Both of them were late, spewing out incomprehension excuses as they piled to the back of the classroom. Once they were settled beside each other, the pair couldn't stop giggling. Their hands covered their mouths when they leaned into each other as they laughed.
They didn't shut up until their teacher started the class, blabbering about something Peter couldn't care less about while Y/N managed to pay attention. Peter hid behind his laptop, face turned towards Y/N while she messily managed to scribble down her notes, her eyes racing from the chalkboard to her notebook.
He smiles at the sight of her, the corners of lips minutely tugging upwards and highlighting the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes. He was truly at peace, even though he knew Y/N would never show interest in him, he felt at peace.
His teacher announced that there would be a group project and that she would pick out the groups and Peter didn't bother to pay attention until she started calling out names. It's fifty per cent of your grade, she said and then the entire classroom broke into a sob. He'd, once again, call it dumb luck when he was grouped with Ned and Y/N. Pure, dumb luck.
Peter doesn't hesitate to invite Y/N to his house and he doesn't hesitate freaking out to Ned about it once they parted ways from her. It was like he was floating on cloud nine and swimming in a pool of nerves at the same time. Ned just told him to calm down and not make it a big deal. Just play it cool, he said, and act normal.
When May met Y/N after school, she was enthraled. The woman wasn't blind, she saw the way Peter looked at her, as though she hung the moon in the sky and as though she painted the stars and the northern lights. She insisted that Y/N stay for dinner; Ned was always welcome, of course. Peter, even though he was embarrassed, didn't say anything about it.
It was inevitable that the three would get distracted ten minutes into working on their project. Peter and Ned started talking about Star Wars and gasped dramatically when Y/N said she'd never watched any of the movies. I never will either, she announced with an exultant smile and Peter doesn't even bother to change her mind because he was too busy admiring her.
Y/N found herself cancelling her archery classes for the evening just so she could stay for dinner. May had whipped up a nice meal and she wouldn't dare miss out. So while she giddily listened to May and Ned talk about school, Peter leaned into her side cautiously. "Your parents don't mind you being here?" He asked
"They don't know I'm here," she whispered back to him, eyes squinting as a smirk played on her lips.
"Shit," Peter laughed and leaned away, tapping his fork against the rim of his plate.
The chemistry project was Y/N's excuse to visit Peter's apartment for the rest of the week until the party. It was a rare occasion that they actually worked on their project, they usually just talked. When Ned was there, Y/N would read while they fixed lego. It all seemed so serene, too perfect to be true, just like the calm before the storm.
Y/N didn't find it in herself to put her guard up and before she knew it, she found herself at the party, waiting for Peter and Ned at the front steps of Flash's house with a few solo cups sitting beside her. She was scrolling through her phone, shoulders slumped when Peter had tapped her head and she looked up in joviality.
She handed Peter and Ned their solo cups and they gladly accepted, automatically starting a conversation like it was second nature. Betty had spotted Ned, at that point, and she dragged him inside where the actual party was. So Y/N was left alone with Peter, standing in the cold of the night and she asked I'm why he didn't drink from his solo cup yet.
"I don't drink," he told her.
"It's not alcohol, dumbass," she giggles at him. "Just punch," she informed and Peter chuckled, embarrassed.
"I hope it's not spiked then," he brings the cup to his mouth.
Thus it became a ritual for them to try and go to every party held. No matter the time, Y/N found an excuse to give her parents to leave for the night and Peter... he was confusing. He'd say that he'd show up, promise her even but then he'd show up to school completely oblivious until she reminded him and he would apologise frantically.
I got held up because of the Stark internship, he'd say, May needed me and I had work to finish.
It was a cycle and she could count on her fingers every time he did show up to a party. She wasn't mad at him, she couldn't get mad because he was prioritising work but he could be lying. Her gut told her not to believe it because he could be lying yet Y/N never found it in her to actually ask him. Despite spending so much time at his house with him and May and despite being able to call herself his friend, she still thought she'd be overstepping.
She wondered how Ned had the patience to deal with him.
She forgot about it eventually, going about her life as she used to. Peter and Ned just so happened to be her project partners and she just so happened to have a blast with them when they were around her but everything else was normal. They were going to graduate soon and Y/N's only focus was on completing her essays and projects while Peter seemed to have better things to worry about. Things Y/N didn't know about.
"He seems shady," Finn had said to her at work. "I don't know why you bother with him."
"Even if I didn't want to, I'd have no choice," Y/N scoffed. "He's my project partner."
Graduation looms closer and closer by day and exam season had everyone standing on the tips of their toes. Despite that, Y/N still decided to attend a party. One last party, she told herself and prayed to God that Peter would show up. If he didn't show up, it wouldn't have hurt her but she wished, hoped that he'd show up because it'd been ages since she had a proper conversation with him.
She swore a group of her friends hollered to her, asking for her to join them while waving their hands and she did. With a cup of spiked orange juice, she stumbled towards them, a lopsided grin on her face as she eased into the conversation. Y/N actually laughed with them, droned out the worry in her head for a while until it disappeared altogether.
All the anger and disappointment drained out of her chest when she spots Peter standing across the room, enjoying a can of coke while immersed in a conversation with Ned, Bett and MJ. He wore one of his sweaters like he always did, nerdy and charming. Absentmindedly, Y/N drifts towards them. grinning from ear to ear. MJ spots her first, raising a hand to greet her. "Hey, Y/L/N! We're talking about prom."
Prom, she thought to herself, prom. Because that was what everyone was talking about, the only thing to look forward to after exams were over. "You have a date?" Betty smiled at Y/N when she settled between her and Peter.
"Do I need one?" She drawled and Peter flashes her a toothy grin.
"Fair enough," Ned agreed with her.
Then the conversation went on.
Y/N and Peter didn't acknowledge each other formally, nor did they want to. The pair simply added to the conversation, regardless of their drunken or sober state. The music was loud, people were dancing and Flash was trying to be the DJ for the night and everyone laughed at his miserable failure.
They cracked jokes, had a good laugh and spilt their drinks all over the floor- just like a normal conversation in a packed party. Everything was normal until Peter leaned into her side and asked her if she wanted to step outside and walk. Get some fresh air. Y/N only nodded and he guided her outside, a hand on the small of her waist.
That was how they ended up in the backyard, sitting on a stone beck, shoulder to shoulder, both sharing Peter's can of coke. The cold of the night wrapped around her faster than the anxiety in her nerves. Yes, she wanted Peter to show up and yes, she wanted to spend time with him. But she was nervous because she didn't know why Peter wanted to be with her, alone.
"I'm glad I came today," Peter murmurs, head hanging low when he realises that he finished the coke. He kicks the can away and it lands in a bush.
"Oh, yeah?" Y/N chuckles at him, mimicking his actions and playing with her fingers. "Why?"
"It was fun," he shrugged nonchalantly. "Last chance for letting loose before we actually start focusing on that chemistry project," he pointed out with a grin, head lifting slightly to catch the sight of her lips scowling. Peter frowns.
"You know, we'd be done with it if you didn't keep bailing on Ned and me," she rolled her eyes but didn't mean anything by it. Her arms splayed across her chest and Peter lets out an exasperated sigh.
"I had work, Y/N," he tried.
"Tony Stark sure needs an intern more than his actual employees, huh?" she mused aloud as if it was going to change his answer.
"It's more complicated than you think."
"What do you mean?"
Peter doesn't respond. He gulps, clearing his throat of all the words he wanted to spew out and his jaw clenches involuntarily. A stray leaf falls on his lap, the edges dark and rotten and he doesn't find it in himself to brush it off. He simply stared, pondering over her question, debating if he could actually tell her. Debating if he trusted enough to tell her.
"I can't say," he mumbled and Y/N sighs with him, her shoulders slumping in defeat and hair blowing with the wind as she does not attempt to brush it away from her face.
It was the same answer every time she asked and she didn't even know why she was surprised. Peter Parker had been unexplainable yet predictable since day one and she didn't know why she put up with it. All she wanted was a proper friendship and she thought she'd found it, someone she could be herself with; someone who accepted her for her flaws; someone who trusted her as much as she trusted them.
But Peter didn't trust her, it didn't seem like that when he said, "I want to tell you, I really do," and Y/N could only nod at him, biting her lip. "But I'm not allowed to tell anyone," his eyes pleaded for her to understand and in all honesty, Y/N did understand.
Y/N understood because she knew some things just couldn't be explained and she wished she wasn't as understanding and compassionate as she was at that moment. She wanted to be selfish and call him out for being discrete about everything, for being so guarded and careful all the time but she couldn't blame him for being that way when she was once the same.
Listlessly, Y/N sucked in a breath, rubbing her palms against her jeans and nodded again. Her lip stayed stuck between her teeth, frustration glistening in the rims of her eyes as she stared at Peter. He looks at her with a look of regret and sorrow, almost dramatically shaking his head.
"Whatever's going on with you, I hope you figure it out," Y/N lets out a wry chuckle, hoping that it would ease the pressure in her nerves.
Peter, on the other hand, looked at her like he was staring at a time traveller. The only thought in his head was how Liz Allen had said to him the same thing all those years ago before she left. Panic was what he felt at that very moment because she could be planning to leave for all he knew.
When Y/N finally looks him in the eye, Peter stumbles on his words and thinks of anything he could say to ease the situation. Anything at all because, at that point, he was desperate and he wasn't about to let another girl slip through his fingers when he could have done something about it, so-
"I like you," Peter doesn't remember wanting to say it, but he spews it out anyway and he's as caught off guard as Y/N. Both stare at each other wide-eyed, mouths agape as they lean away from each other, dreading what was to come next. Peter slaps his hand over his mouth, regretting his actions the second he realised she was put off.
"What?" She looked at him in utter shock. She clearly wasn't expecting it and his heart ached because he knew she didn't reciprocate his feelings.
"I like you," he repeated himself rather hesitantly. "But you don't like me," he whispered to himself, pursing his lips and looking to his lap, staring at that damn leaf again.
"Peter," she felt her throat dry up and her fingers nimbly run through her hair, pushing it away from her face. "I didn't sign up for this-"
"Why don't you like me?" His voice trembled, hands shaking as they settled on his thighs. He played with the sleeves of his sweater, pulling and twisting as he let the reality of the situation set in.
"Why would I like someone that can't even trust me enough to tell me what they do for a job?"
"No, seriously," she scoffed and didn't hesitate to stand up. Peter mirrored her actions, following her as she made an attempt to go back into the house but he didn't let her. His hand managed to clamp around her wrist. He wouldn't let her go.
"Can you just listen?" He tried.
"I thought you couldn't tell anyone anything so what is there to listen?" She shook her head, her attempts of releasing herself from his grip were forgotten.
"What if I make an exception?" He tried with a sloppy grin, teeth peeking out from behind his lips and his eye twitched.
"I don't want you to make an exception," she said.
"That's not your choice to make," he argued and she let out a defeated sigh.
"Fine," she rolled her eyes. "I'm listening."
Peter wasn't exactly prepared. All he knew was that he wanted to fess up to her, to spill his heart out and tell her his whole story and how he became spiderman. He wanted to shoot a web to some random tree and take her with him and show her a good time but now maybe wasn't the right time. His mind reeled with ideas, none of which were a good solution.
Why was it so hard?
"Just spit it out, Peter," she urged, impatiently tapping her foot.
"It's complicated," he started, gulping and darting his eyes over Y/N's shoulder. "Because Tony Stark does need me more than his employees," he said.
He didn't miss the way Y/N's brow twitched, the corner of her lips threatening to pull into a frown. "That's all I'm gonna get-"
"Because I'm Spider-Man."
Crickets chirped. Peter swore he heard crickets chirp as Y/N's face contorted. "Peter," she said, voice dropping an octave lower. "You can't be serious," she almost laughed. If this was his way of swerving around telling her the truth, then so be it. But Peter didn't give her the same expression and realisation dawned upon her. "Oh, you're being serious," she recoiled.
"I'm being serious," he nodded, taking two steps towards her. She makes no effort to step back, allowing his sleeve covered hands to rest on the side of her arms. "Why would I be joking about something like this?"
"Fair enough," she mumbled and her eyes grew wider. Her mouth gaped as she sucked in a breath. "So I was mad at you for basically being a superhero," she scoffed at herself and Peter's grip on her arms tighten. "This changes everything- what? I don't- I'm not supposed to be mad at you!"
"No!" Peter insisted. "I don't blame you, it's completely understandable!" He reasoned but she continued shaking her head.
"I was being unfair to you!" She continued. "You were out in the neighbourhood trying to keep everyone safe and I was mad at you? What kind of a friend would that make me? I don't deserve to be talking to you- wait. Was that how you found the coffee place I work at-"
Peter honestly couldn't continue listening to her spiral. He sucked in a breath, exhausted by the commotion the party caused and the way Y/N seemed to be panicking. He sucked in a breath, closing his eyes and pulling Y/N closer with little strength. Their lips met in the middle.
Y/N shut up immediately, taken aback by his gesture. She gasped into his lips but he swallowed it, open mouthly kissing her as his grip on her softened, a hand trailing towards her hair. She found herself letting the tips of her fingers brush over his cheek, caressing his face ever so softly as he continued to kiss her. She kissed him back, it was an involuntary response. But she didn't regret it either.
Their noses touched while Peter's heart swelled. It might as well burst out of his chest. He didn't know how he held himself together but there he was, kissing the girl he was willing to do anything for. And she was kissing him back, so he was doing something right.
It felt like it was an hour later when they finally pulled apart from each other. Y/N's eyes fluttered open, a dumbfounded expression on her face that quickly turned into confusion as Peter grinned uncontrollably. Her head tilted to the side, her brows knitting together as he debated if she should say something.
Peter beat her to it, anyway.
"I'm sorry, it was the only way I could shut you up."
With that, Y/N giggled and Peter dove right back in. He tilted his head as he went in to catch her lips again, the smile staying in his eyes and his fingers buried in her hair and as her hands roamed his neck.
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I have an idea pls bare with me
So peter Parker n reader are bffs (obyo in love) and one day peter goes to her place after patrol and reader was walking out of the shower NAKED cause she forgot her towel and Peter just barges in and reader started screaming and Peter starts rambling sorry sorry sorry and when it finally got calm reader on some clothes BUT OF COURSE PETER IS A LIL DUMB N SAYS SOMETHING LIKE “ur N*pples/boobs are very pretty” AND ONCE AGAIN POOR PETER IS JUST RAMBLING IN EMBARRASSMENT and once again reader just blushes like crazy and finally they both calm down....
BUT ONCE AGAIN PETER GOES LIKE “I thought I would wait until our wedding to see you naked” AND POOR BABY SAID THAT OUT LOUD AND READER N HIM JUST SIT THERE IN SHOCK LIEK WTF JUST HAPPENED but it somehow ends up in confessions and a sweet kiss
PLS PLS PLS WRITE THIS MY BRAIN IS HAYWIRE WITH THIS IDEA RN pls make peter ramble pls pls pls
A/n: I loved this request jijiji.
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, Mentions of sex, Peter complementing you ✨bewbs✨.
It was a Friday night, a hot and sticky kinda night. You opened the door to your apartment, your backpack hanging from your left shoulder.
Volleyball practice had finished just about an hour ago, and since Peter had patrol, he couldn't wait for you to get out of practice and drive you home. So you walked. As you entered the house, no one was home. Your parents were invited to a fancy dinner party that night, so you were home alone. Due to the state of the outside, you decided to take a shower and order some takeout. You made your way up the stairs and down the hallway to your room. Opening the door to your room, you threw your bag on the bed and pulled out your phone. You sat down on your desk, kicking your shoes off and dialing Peter's number. After four rings, he answered.
¨Hey y/n¨ You talked through the phone. You figured he was still patrolling around.
¨Hey Pete, watch doing¨ You asked him while entering the bathroom, closing the door behind you.
¨I just finish checking every corner of Queens. If you meant literally, I am sitting down on the edge of a roof eating a sausage and talking with you.¨ He told you, swallowing a piece of his food.
¨Cool, are you doing anything tonight?¨ You asked taking your shirt and shorts off. Holding the phone with your ear and shoulder.
¨Nah, May invited this guy she's been talking to for dinner. She says he isn't staying over, but I don't trust her anymore. The last time a guy came over for dinner, he ended up banging her-¨
¨Wow ok, talk about TMI!-¨
¨What it's true. Going back to the question, what do you have in mind?¨ He asked finishing his sausage.
¨So, my parent's aren't home-¨
¨Wow! I mean I always thought you were freaky or something but your my best friend-¨
¨Shut up, you idiot, and let me finish. I was saying, my parents, are gone until tomorrow, wanna come and order takeout ?¨
¨Yes, but only on one condicion¨, Peter spoke.
¨ Ugh, what?¨ You asked, turning the water to the hot setting.
¨ Can I sleep over? I will not be losing sleep over my aunt getting fucked again-¨
¨Yes! God yes, stop it, I don't wanna picture May doing it!¨ You told him ¨Alright, come by in an hour or so, ama take a shower and then order the food¨
¨Sounds good, cya¨ He hanged up, and you got inside the shower. You had this really bad custom of spending way too much time inside the shower. You loved turning the speaker to the fullest and dancing to each lyric of the songs. Right now, it was exactly what you were doing, music to a full volume and dancing around. You were having fun, a little too much, so much, you forgot about Peter swinging by later. Eventually, when the water started getting cold, you got out of the shower. When you stepped out into the bathroom floor, you remembered you had left the towel in your desk chair. You figured you would leave the bathroom without a towel since no one was home. You grabbed your phone and your speaker from the counter and turned the doorknob. As you opened the door, you scrolled through some songs in your playlist.
Your phone maintained you distracted enough for you to walk past your best friend, you bare naked. Peter stood there, mouth wide open, no words being able to exit. He had just entered through your window, never expecting you to come out of the bathroom in that state. Peter had no idea what to do. Should he make himself notice?. He decided to stay quiet and appreciate your body, soft and delicate skin, your curves, and your unique form.
You get to your towel and wrap it around your body, covering everything, everything Peter had already seen. All of a sudden, you turn around, and there he stands. Eyes wide open with a worried expression on his face. A million thoughts ran through your mind in the same amount of time it took you to turn around and find him.
¨Peter Benjamin Parker, What the actual fuck?!¨ You yell, holding the towel tighter to your body.
¨I am so-so, I- y/n, I didn't mean it. I just came here and you were- you were like on you- the phone and I- Damn It. Am sorry, y/n, like i-swear-swear I saw-like, like nothing. I pinky sw-swear¨ He rambled, sticking his pinky out for you to take. Peter was red, tomato red, and sweating, like a lot. Of course, he had a crush on you. He had a crush on you since that time in freshman year, you both went to the fair. You got scared when riding the Ferris wheel, so you held onto his arms the whole time. Peter knew from that moment, he would have a crush on you. He never expected it to last this long. Now, he was in love.
You just stood there not knowing what to say to him.
¨I- turn your ass around, ama change. DO. NOT. TURN. AROUND¨ You warned him, and he turned around. You opened the drawer and changed into some clothes. You ordered him to turn back around. Your arms were wrapped, resting below your breasts.
¨If it makes you feel better, you have really pretty boobs- I mean no!¨ He panicked again and you raised an eyebrow. ¨I mean yes, they are really pretty, I just mean-like not in like, am not like- I didn't mean to say that. No! I did- just not in like a-a sexual way, you- I-y/n, sorry. Ama just shut up¨ Peter was mentally slapping himself. You just laughed at your best friend's stupidity. You thought it was cute.
¨What?¨ He asked, confused as to why you weren't mad at him.
¨Nada, you just pretty cute Parker, your such a fucking dork, come here¨ You opened your arms to hug your Peter. You liked him as well, you weren't going to sacrifice your friendship for anything in the world, so you stayed quiet. He snuggled closer to your neck while on the hug. You both appreciated each other too much to make things awkward. Too blind to realize the love each other transmitted.
After that awkward moment that was going to haunt Peter for the rest of his living days, you both ordered takeout and laid in y/n´s bed watching movies. Both of you were enjoying your food, laughing at the comedy movie playing. Out of nowhere, Peter spoke.
¨I really thought the first time id see y/n naked would be the night of our wedding. Guess now I have more reasons to marry her.¨ Peter said, way too relaxed for what had just exited his mouth. You slowly turned your head around to see him eating his noodles peacefully.
¨What did you just say?¨ You asked with a shocked look plastered on your face.
¨I didnt¨ He whispered to himself and then closed his eyes and pressed them together in embarrassment. ¨I said that out loud didn't I?¨ He whispered, too embarrassed to open his eyes.
¨Youp¨ You nodded, lips pressed together.
¨Look, am, so-so fucking sorry, I don't want to lose you-ya know. I-i don't know what's go-going on with me today.¨ Peter was on the verge of tears. ¨I really, really don't want to lose you y/n, forget-¨ Peter was cut off by the feeling of your lips against his. He pulled away to open his eyes and kissed you again. He pulled you closer, cupping your face and you playing with his hair as you straddled his lap. You both pulled away.
¨Hi¨ You told him with a smile, his forehead resting against yours.
¨Hi¨ He smiled at you biting his lip ¨What was that about?¨ He asked looking for answers.
¨I like you, like love you, more than like. You know what I mean¨ You blushed.
¨I-i like, love you too y/n¨ He caressed your lip with his thumb.
¨Really?¨ Your whole face lit up and wrapped your arms around his neck.
¨Really¨ He kissed the top of your nose.
¨Pinky swear?¨ You asked, this time, sticking your pinky out for him to take.
¨Pinky swear¨ He took your pinky in his, kissing them together.
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Our Love Is Unconditional
Pairing: anorexic!peter x reader
Warnings: all about an eating disorder, angst, again typos I'm sure
Request: Could you please write about Peter having an ed and it’s lunchtime at school and she encouraging him to eat and he just publicly freaks out on her and something about her feeding him and helping him through it
Synopsis: You're done watching Peter skip meals and start helping him through his struggle
a/n: damn this is sad. also, thank you for all of the requests! I'm working on them, I promise.
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You weren’t oblivious to Peter’s change in eating habits. Whenever you went out to eat, he’d pick at his food and just say he wasn’t hungry or that he had a late lunch. You knew neither were true.
Maybe he just was watching his diet but he didn’t need to do that. His metabolism is way too advanced to be eating so little. He needs all the nutrients he can get to be Spider-man. At this rate, he was doing so much physical activity, you didn’t think he had anybody fat left.
Your other friends had noticed it too and even asked if you thought about talking to him. It was concerning how slim he had gotten in the past couple of months.
Now at the lunch table, you sat with Ned, MJ, and Peter. He had a few things on his tray but he didn’t bother touching them. You waited a while, occupying yourself by talking with MJ about going to a movie this weekend.
“No way am I going at three in the afternoon to a movie, that’s boring,” MJ told the table before going back to her book.
“Is there a better time that works for everyone?” You rolled your eyes and looked to Peter who had zoned out of the conversation, “Babe,”
“Oh- what?” He leaned towards you until he realized you weren’t the only person focused on him.
“You don’t have anything going on this weekend, right?” Ned looked at your boyfriend, a little concern in his eyes when he saw how much food was on his tray still.
“No, I don’t think so,” he said to the group before looking down at his hands in his lap.
You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at the others. MJ glanced at Peter and back to you, her usual cold expression turning into a worried one. You leaned close to Peter’s ear, your breath hitting his skin.
“Want me to get you something else?” You whispered, your hand finding his back and rubbing small circles.
“I’m good, thanks though,” he answered quietly.
He’s not. He’s withering away before your eyes and you didn’t know why he would do this. Watching the life of the person you love deteriorating was killing you.
“Why don’t we go talk in the hall?” You looked over at the door towards the end of the cafeteria.
“I said I don’t want anything,” his voice was raised and he finally looked up from his lap, his usual happy, big brown eyes were dull and angry.
“Hey, it’s alright,” you kept your hand on his back and tried to keep him calm, a few eyes from other tables were watching now.
“Dude, come on, don’t get mad at Y/n,” Ned chimed in, hating to see his best friend like this, “she’s just trying to help,”
“I don’t- stop, I don’t need help from you,” he got up from the table before you grabbed his hand.
He turned back to you, a glimmer of his normal self showing on his face when he saw the sadness in your eyes.
“Don’t do this,” you told him, trying to slowly pull him back to you.
He shook his head and took his hand from yours, briskly making his way out of the cafeteria.
“Just let him calm down a little, Y/n/n,” MJ sighed and watched your frustration when you picked up your boyfriend’s tray, still full of food.
“Maybe raincheck on the movie?” Ned added, and you nodded before walking to the trash cans.
The air felt gloomy for the rest of the day and night until you went to bed. Several unanswered calls and messages from you had collected on Peter’s phone.
He felt so defeated. He did so much and yet he never got a break. You made sure he was taken care of and that he felt appreciated but you couldn’t pause the world for him to take a breath.
Now it was Saturday and instead of a movie, you were sitting with Peter on his couch. At this point, you weren’t going to take no for an answer. You were extremely worried about him and weren’t going to watch him starve himself.
“Are you going to talk to me?” You nudged him with your foot from the opposite end of the sofa.
You didn’t acknowledge you, just continued sitting in silence with you waiting for him to finally respond to your prying.
“Come on,” you scooted close so you could take his hand which he didn’t object to this time, “please just answer me, I can’t help you when you ignore me,”
“I’m so sorry,” he looked at the floor, tears pricking his eyes.
“What on Earth do you think you should be sorry for?”
“I shouldn’t have…it was wrong to lash out at you yesterday, you didn’t d- deserve that,” he turned to you and just broke.
You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into your chest, his tears quickly soaking through to your skin. You kissed the top of his head, running your fingers up and down his back. He was significantly lighter than when you cuddled just a week ago.
“It’s okay,” you whispered against his curls, “you’re okay,”
You held him, his heavy sobs shaking both of you until they turned to soft whimpers and sniffles. He pulled back just a little, his lips barely leaving the crook of your neck.
“It’s the only thing that I- that I have control over,” his voice was hoarse and you felt his heavy breathing hitting your skin.
“Yeah and…I just feel like everything else around me goes wrong because I’m there- you shouldn’t even still like me I mean-,”
“Peter, I’m in love with you. Nothing will ever change that,” you sat up a little so you were at eye level, “you are the reason for so many good things in the world, it is indescribable how happy you make me,”
You ran your thumbs under his eyes to collect the tears, a meek smile appearing on his face.
“But it hurts me more than anything to watch you do this to yourself,”
That, right there, did the most damage to him. More damage than not eating for days. More damage than running on nothing during his patrolling as Spider-man. He was damaging the person he loved more than anything and anyone.
“I know, I’m sorry,” he nodded and he placed a soft kiss on your lips.
“Don’t apologize, I only want to help you and please- no matter what- please talk to me,” you brushed a curl out of his face, “talk to me because I’ll listen to whatever you have to say,”
“Okay,” he agreed before cupping your cheeks.
“Promise me,” you told him, kissing each of his palms.
You initiated getting up off of the couch and pulled him over to the kitchen. You suggested several options that you could make for lunch and decided on grilled cheese. He waited patiently, his seat on the counter watching you make it and he couldn’t be more grateful to have someone like you in his life.
When you were done, you grabbed the ketchup bottle and put some on each of your plates before handing him one. He looked down at it, no matter how appetizing it looked and smelled, he couldn’t.
It’s not like you expected for him to immediately be his usual self. Things like this took time to recover from. You were willing to be here as long as it took because you love him.
“Peter, please,” you set your own next to him and placed your hands on his thighs that we still on the counter.
He just looked down, shame coming over him for disappointing you.
You picked up on the squares you cut for him and slowly brought it to his lips. He looked down at you, his eyes soft.
“Just one bite, I’ll have some too, okay?”
You picked up a piece from your plate and brought it to your lips. He copied you as you took a bite and you grinned at him when he followed.
He nodded and took the piece from you, bit by bit eating the square.
“I love you,” you leaned up and kissed his forehead, a small smile on his face now accompanied by that light in his eyes, “and I’m so proud of you,”
“I love you,” he grabbed another piece from his plate, “how I deserve you in my life, Y/n, I’ll never know,”
You and Peter finished your sandwiches after much encouragement from you. Then you guided him back over to the couch, opening your arms for him to lay in your embrace. Your hands found his hair and lightly rubbed his scalp.
“Please don’t ever leave my life,” he whispered against your skin.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,”
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I love you too spidey boy
Pairings: Peter Parker x fem!reader
Warnings: nothing really just fluff and very short
It was night time and you and Peter were cuddled up in the bed rewatching the Star War movies. You sit up after a while looking at Peter to see if he was still up.
“What?” He asks looking at you
“Just admiring my hot boyfriend”
Peter looks down and blushes. You take his head in your hands and you kiss both of his cheeks. “You’re so cute” you say and you go back to your spot on the bed and cuddled closer to Peter.
“I love you y/n/n”
“I love you too spidey boy”
Authors note: This is my first fic or whatever you call it. I’m sorry it’s so short, I am going to make more LONGER fics in the future. And sorry if there is any misspelled words!
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seventeen :: p. parker ::
summary :: “we’re only seventeen,” he breathed through the grin spread across his face. Cheeks red with blush while his pink lips were chapped from the cold of the snow that fell around him as he stood outside your window. || when your eyes met those honey brown ones, you felt something, but weren’t sure if he felt it too. He felt it. 10X harder.
paring :: peter parker x asgard!fem!reader
warnings :: heavy fluff tehe, teen romance// strangers>>lovers, cursing, slight smut (HEAVY make out and maybeee grinding ;) )
word count :: 2.6k (2,646)
[a/n] :: this is just a really cute idea I had and it just flew out of me. I’m IN LOVE with this and I hope u guys. Kk I think that all <3. click here to make a request!! click here to join the tag list!!
“Have you ever noticed how dull the world is?”
Your eyes were fixed on the window of the car beside you. You watched as the snow Incase the cars around you. Not being able to tare your eyes from the window, you talked to your sister, Valkyrie, with your back turned.
“It’s 'cause you’ve lived in a world of sunshine and rainbows,” Valkyrie said in a sarcastic tone and she glanced at you through the side of her eye. The two of you were in the back of a taxi, going to a location Thor Odinson had given you. After the prophetic was for filled and Asgard had been erupted into flames by Satur, the people of Asgard followed their new leader to earth. You were clueless as to where everyone went once they had adapted to life on earth while you stayed cooped up in an apartment, not having access to the outside world— until today.
Valkyrie had gotten a call from Thor saying that he needed them to come to the address he had told her.
You watched the city of Brooklyn, New York pass by flash by with all of the colorful lights and neon sign. People yelling on the side of the road with others crossing roads- horns being hooked as everyone rushed everywhere. It was chaotic, but you loved it. It was different.
“Can you stop staring and listen for once,” you turned your body around fully to face Valkyrie as you rolled your eyes. She looked at you with a blank expression before continuing.
“Remember, this isn’t Asgard. What seem normal to you is strange to mid gardens.”
“Okay okay, I get it. Is that all?”
“Whatever- just don’t embarrass yourself. Alright sis?” She held out her fist signaling for you to bump it with yours. A small smile spread across your face when you bumped fist.
“Where here,” the two of you turned forward to look at the taxi driver who looked back through the mirror. You shrugged and opened the door to leave the car.
“Hey! Missy! Where’s my money? I don’t do this shit for fun now,” he said with a raspy voice. You looked at your sister and she shrugged with a smile. You nodded as you both ran out of the car, slamming the doors.
Running side by side, you looked over your shoulder as you flipped off the driver as he honked and drove away— Valkyries laughing sounding in the air but came to sudden stop. As soon as you turned, you face came into contact with a large mans chest in your face. You slammed into him, causing you to fall back. The brown eyed girl next to you crouched over as she laugh and point at your face.
“Ahaha!- you should have seen your face dumbass!”
“Shut up,” you groaned as you sat up, a hand being held out to you. Looking up you saw that it was Thor with a big grin on face. You grabbed his hand, pulling yourself up along with his help.
“The hell is wrong with you,” you grumbled as you wiped the snow off of your clothing.
Thor chuckled as you slung his arms around the both of your shoulders, walking into the building in front of you.
“Lady [y/n], Valkyrie, welcome to the Avengers tower.”
“Stark!” Thor’s voice boomed through tower; his thick accent being herd loud and clear. You walked behind him and your sister, your figure being hidden behind them. Your arms crossed over your chest as you scanned the place over. It was nice and had lots of cool technology. You saw an averaged height, middle aged man with facial hair approaching. He had a glass of whiskey in one hand and the other tucked away in his pocket.
“Ah yes, Stark— and man of spiders— these are the girls i wanted you to meet!”
Man of spiders? You hadn’t seen anyone else walk in but you did hear A second set of footsteps.
“This is Valkyrie,” Thor said as he placed both hands on my sisters shoulder. She sent Stark a small nod and smirk. He returned it with a wave and a small ‘pleasure’.
You pushed past Thor, arms still across your chest as you stood next to your older sister.
“Oh- well this is [y/n], Valkyries younger sister,” doing the same smile and nod as your sister, you gaze landed on the boy next to Stark. His eyes were already locked on you.
The boy looked around your age, seventeen in human years. His eyes were golden, honey shade of brown that matched perfectly with the mess of chocolate curls that sat on his head. His cheeks were flushed with pink as he swallowed the lump in his throat. The clothes he wore were nothing like the boys in Asgard. You had to admit, you loved how it looking on him. You couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes stared deeply into yours, keeping you prisoner.
You loosened your arms that were formally crossed on your chest and started to play with your finger nails, not knowing what else to do. A feeling boiled inside you that you had never felt before. It was warm, and fuzzy. It sound so cliché but it was all so true.
“Ah- well it is very very nice to meet the two of you. This is the newest avenger, Peter. Peter Parker. Who is also known as Spider-Man.” Peter didn’t say anything as he continued to stare at you, but you have averted you gaze to something else.
“Tony, I think he’s frozen,” Thor said to the man next to Peter. You snorted a laugh, hand coming to cover you mouth. Tony snapped his fingers in front of the zoned out boys face.
“Uh- oh hi! I-I’m Peter Parker.. which you knew already…sorry,” he said with a nervous smile as he looked down to avoid your direct gaze.
“Ooookay, Thor will you take them to their rooms? I’m a bit busy,” Tony said as he point with his thumb to the room behind him as he walked into it. Thor nodded with his usual smile. He clapped his hands while turned towards you and Valkyrie.
“Let go shall we?”
“I can take [y/n] to her room! I-if it’s okay… is it [y/n]?” Peter called out, his eyes landing back on you. A smirk slipped onto your lips as you walked towards him and grabbed his hand. His breath hitched at the warm contact. You tried to contain your confidence as you looked at him.
“Lead the way,” you leaned into his face, “man of spiders,” you said with a giggle. Peter’s face became red.
“I love your accent,” he gushed causing you to smile widely, looking at him through your mascara coated lashes.
Peter began to walk you turn your room, you trailing behind, hand in hand. Looking over your shoulder, you winked at your sister. She laughed as she winked back. Thor looked down at her with an arched brow as you and Peter disappeared down the hall.
“What? Don’t cock block my sister!”
Approaching a gray door with a sliver handle, Peter opened it and led the two of you inside. Looking around, you were impressed by how nice it looked. It was absolutely amazing compared to the apartment you had been in. The best part to you was that you had a corner that you could sit in with a window. You already planned on watching earth through that window.
Peter started at you as you looked around the room with a smile.
“This is amazing. Thank you for showing me my room, Peter Parker.”
He almost groaned at the sound of you Asgarden accent saying his name.
“Any time,” he breathed. Looking down you saw that your hands where still in each other’s. You smiled and glanced up at him as he looked down and saw it too.
“Mrs. Stark has a message. Lights out kiddos.”
“What the fuck was that?” Your hand ripped out of Peter’s as you looked around for you could have said that. Peter laughed and explained that it was mr. Stark’s personal virtual assistant, Friday. You sighed and laughed in slight relief.
“Uh well I’ll see you tomorrow [y/n]. Goodnight,” Peter said as he walked over to the door, as smile on his face, lighting up his already rosy cheeks. You smiled back at him with a wiggle of your fingers, “night Parker,” you said as he closed the door.
Turning around you saw that there was a whole wardrobe for you. You started to strip, tacking off the sweatshirt Thor had given you to reveal your bare chest.
The door cracked open and Peter poked his head in.
“Let me know if you need—“ he paused as he saw your bare back facing him. Your looked over your shoulder with a smile.
“Thanks, but I’m good,” you slipped a shirt you found on over your head, now looking for shorts. Peter quickly closed the door.
The curly haired boy rested his back on the door as he let out a breath he had been holding in. His mind replayed the image of you body in his head on repeat. His breathing was un even as he closed his eyes, feeling the sweats he was wearing suddenly become uncomfortable. Running his hands through his thick curls he made his way back to his room.
You were finished changing, now sitting in the corner you had spotted earlier. Your chin rested on your forearms that were leaning on the windowsill. You watched the scenery out side. Fantasizing you and Peter, running and playing in the white, fluffy snow that covered the ground. You couldn’t help but think that you were a fool. How had you fallen so fast for a boy you just met one hour ago? But you could care less. You had never felt this way before, and you intend to make it last. Peter Parker was tattooed into your brain.
And tattoos never go away.
“What up,” Peter slid into the chair next to the one you sat in. It was the evening by now. You had spent the whole day exploring the avengers tower. Talking to some of the people you saw around. You started to really enjoy it there.
Currently you were sat in the living space, reading a book a lady you had met named Natasha has given you.
“Hey man of spiders.”
“Oh I’m never gonna get tired of you saying that with that voice of yours,” Peter admits. You blush at the complement.
“What you got planned for today?”
“Nothin’” you shrug, setting down your book, looking in to his beautiful eyes that you just couldn’t get enough of. You noticed him get flustered, making you smirk.
“Ok good. Make sure you keep it like that.”
That’s all he said as he quickly walked away, not giving you a chance to answer. You laughed to yourself and went back to your book. You weren’t able to focus on it though. Your mind kept going back to Peter and how much you wanted to kiss him all over and be with him. But you kept telling yourself to wait and that the day would come. You had no idea what he had planned but whatever it was, you were more then ready.
That night you were sitting on your bed, trying to learn how to use the phone Tony had given you that morning. You were in a pair of shorts with fluffy socks and a blue and yellow hoodie that you found on the couch in the room you were in earlier that day.
You herd a loud tapping on you window, causing your head to jolt up and look to see what it was. Walking over to the window you made out the shape that was there. It was peter, but he was holding some mask and wearing a blue and red suite. You assumed that it was his suite for the avengers, remembering that when Tony introduce you, he called him Spider-Man.
Rushing over, you popped the locks and opened the window.
“What the hell dude! You scared the shit out of me,” you whisper shouted at him, causing him to laughing.
“Look, I know I met you yesterday.. and this is the most cliché thing I will ever say. But I like you. Like really really like you. So please, give me this chance?”
You smiled at his words as your cheeks heated with the blood rushing to them. You nodded your head fast, letting out a giggle.
“Oh,” he let out a deep sigh, “good. I was scared you’d say no,” you chuckled nervously.
“Never,” you said with the same smile you had when you first met.
“Best part is, I get to spend the most of my time with you. We’re only seventeen,” he breathed through the grin spread across his face. Cheeks red with blush while his pink lips were chapped from the cold of the snow that fell around him as he stood outside your window.
“Come with me,” he held out his gloved hand,”trust me.”
You took his hand you slowly pulled you through the window.
You swung around town with your legs wrapped around his waist and you arms around his neck. Small screams leaving your lips whenever you would look down.
Peter landed onto of a very tall tower, letting you slip from his grasp. You stood and gazed at the breath taking view. City lights flashed all around you, cars honking and speeding past. The night sky dark. But the best part was the snow. Everything was covered in the thick white snow. Lifting your head you looked up into the sky at the snow that fell onto you face. Laughing escaped your lips and you spun around and ended up in Peter’s arms once agin.
“Shit! I’m sorry, I forgot you only had on shorts- and my hoodie,” the last part came out in a whisper.
You let a soft smile form, “I’m for Asgard. I can handle a little cold.”
“God I can’t get enough of you,” Peter said as he let his gloved hand slip around you neck as his other went to the small of your back, pulling you hips in to meet his.
Your hands rested on his biceps as one came up to the back of his head. The two of you stared at each other in comfortable silence.
“I really, really wanna kiss you right now.”
“Oh please do it man of spiders,” you both laughed for a second before Peter pulled you in for your lips to meet with his.
Your lips moved in-sync, like they were meant for each other. You felt his thumb slide across your chin before his lips parted from yours. Peter put his thumb on you lower lip, pulling it down as he smiled.
He moved his mother closer to yours, sticking out his tongue, letting it explore every part of your mouth it could reach before letting your lip go, allowing you to kiss back. You moaned into his mouth as you raised your leg to wrap around his waist. He grabbed the back of your thigh and raised it, squeezing it gently. Your lips trails off of his and to his ear as you started you grind you core onto his cock hard.
“Oh fuck,” you moaned into his ear, causing him to groan. His hands traveled to your ass, snaking and groping it.
That’s how you knew he wanted what you wanted just as bad. And oh man did you love being in love, young, dumb and seventeen.
Should I make a part 2… ;) lmk
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Spidys mad skillz
WARNINGS: smut, fluff, swearing
“morning princess” Tom said as he placed a soft kiss on her cheek to wake her, “unfortunately love i have to go on set today for some last minute scenes hope to see you on my break” “but Tom i want cuddles” she cried “im sorry love” she sighed as he placed ! he placed a last few calm kisses over her tight squirmy body. Darling you made it the director said Toms been very off on set today “he's probably just tense” Y/N replied with a grin. “Thank god you came princess ugh that yellow dress your wearing is so sexy” Tom whispered sexually as he pulled Y/N to the closest dressing room and locked the door behind him...
“tom” she squealed as he grabbed her hips and pulled her panties down “so wet for me little slut” Tom grinned as he started to place hickeys leading down to her wetness to start licking ir. Oo yes tom Y/N squealed as tom placed his dick at her entrance making her squirm as he bit her neck he began thrusting. Toms thrusts became slow and sloppy they're heads clashed together he pulled out leaving a slimy goo on her he finished cleaner her up and left for set “o also love i left you a little gift basket on the kitchen bench” he left she a wide grin on his face she rushed home to find the basket containing a gift card to bras and things the netflix remote and a purple vibrator she giggled to herself but unfortunately she had one of her best mates coming over so she had to wait. “hey beautiful” best friend kate walked in and saw the gift basket right away “whos this room tom? im guessing” “well yes i don't know what toms tryna hint exactly but i get to spend money and pleasure myself im happy” eventually kate left and Y/n went straight to her glass bedroom and started to pleasure herself as she thought of tom all the sudden tom came home and he opened the door to hear her moans loud and clear and dropped all of his clothes and walked into the bedroom “does that do a better job then me dear?” “i don't know at this point!” “well how about we put it to the test” he said with a wide grin...
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i literally dont know what this is but i wrote it so yeah
"god taron egerton can do whatever he wants to me." riley casually said as eddie the eagle was playing in front of her and peter.
"same. his range is unmatched." peter agreed, watching as he attempted the 70 meter jump. "god, you practice for two seconds and think you're ready for the olympics." he laughed, maneuvering himself so his legs were on rileys lap. riley smiled at the socks on his feet, spider-man socks. he saw them at some little shop around the corner and bought them for himself. riley said he's his own number one fan.
"well right after me of course." riley smiled and peter laughed and wrapped an arm around her.
"hey kid, stop mixing your shit with my laundry. It turns my stuff red." tony said as he walked by and tossed the spider-man suit on peters face.
“dad, be nice! he only does it because your detergent smells so good.” riley smiled and pulled the suit towards her.
“translation, i love how the detergent smells because peters is odorless, so i sneak it in with my dads… like a weirdo?”
peter smiled over at her and waited for her reply.
“... maybe.” she mumbled, tony smiled and nudged her head.
"weirdo." he said and walked out towards his and peppers room.
riley giggled and reached forward to grab a pen. she smirked and started making little doodles in the spaces of peters spidey suit. she first draws the humongous glasses that taron egerton wears in the movie.
she looks over at peter whos eyes are glued to the screen at the moment and she smiles and turns back to the suit and draws two stick figures, one boy, one girl. riley draws them holding hands and a heart over them.
she goes to a space by the hands and writes, very, very tiny (just in case) “p+r”
“riley? what are you doing?” peter questions and sits up.
“doodling.” she replies, shrugging her shoulders. peter laughs and looks at what she’s drawing.
“aw, is that us?” he gushes, resting his head on rileys shoulder, she nods and he feels his face heat up. “think people will connect the dots?” he asks nervously as he sees her write their own inside jokes and movie references.
“pfft. if they recognize you from a stick figure i drew in two seconds, then they deserve to figure you out, pete.” riley answers and peter chuckles, placing a kiss on her shoulder.
riley continues to write and when she gets to the butt of the suit, she writes “nice ass” and peter lightly shoves her.
“i gotta compliment my man, don't i?” she giggled, and peter just placed a sloppy kiss on her cheek.
“i love you.” he mumbled and riley grinned, quickly writing “i love you, spidey!” on the heart of his suit.
peter had a long day. yeah he caught some bad guys, and none got away today, he did that. but he’s been out way longer than he intended. he just wants to see riley and watch harry potter like they were supposed to tonight.
he sighs as he walks past tony, mask off. “you alright, kid?” tony questions, eyeing the boy.
“hi, mr. stark... yeah, ill be okay.. just had a- a long day. wanna just hang with riley.” peter replied, looking down at the floor.
tony sent him a small smile and pat his shoulder, "you'll be alright… and my kid is great at making everyone feel better." he said, starting to walk away. peter let out a dry laugh and went to walk to rileys room, "oh, and.. nice suit, kid!" he called and peter looked down, seeing all of rileys doodles from a few days before.
he smiled and looked at his hand, seeing the "p+r" he felt his chest tighten and he rushed to her room, not even knocking, he just bursted in seeing riley hunched over her desk.
"peter! i was just-"
peter didn't let her finish and quickly pressed his lips against hers, she hummed in surprise but her hands came up to hold his face.
"i love you." peter mumbled and kissed her again.
"i love you, too... whats up, man?" she giggled, stepping back and letting him change into the clothes she has in her room for him.
"long day, baby. just… i just want to spend the rest of the night with you." he sighed as he slipped on a pair of joggers. he tossed his suit on her chair and face planted onto her bed.
"wanna see what i was reading before you came?" she smiled, sitting next to him and running her fingers through his hair.
"mmm, if it's that pansy x reader stuff you showed me before-"
"no no! it's better than that. here, look" she said, pulling out her phone and handing it to him.
peter turned on his side and read a news headline about him, “SPIDER-MAN'S SUIT HAS SOME UPGRADES” there were pictures of all the stuff riley wrote and a video that peter remembers from yesterday.
“hey spider-man! who wrote on your suit?”
“what can i say? i have fans… or one really big one.” he replied, giving the girl a thumbs up.
“can i write something?”
“uh- yeah! go for it, but make it friendly… kids like me.”
the girl scribbled on his arm, a quick drawing of him swinging from a building.
"hey that looks good! you should become an artist, or go to art school or something!" he said and gave her a thumbs up. "going up! ill see you around!"
"the people love you, petey." riley said, eyeing his reactions.
peters emotions got the best of him and he sniffled and wrapped his arms around rileys waist and let it out.
"whats wrong, my love?" riley whispered, rubbing his back, feeling herself wanting to cry. but she won't.
"i just feel… i feel like- when im out there too long, and im late to meet with may, or ned or- or you. i feel like im letting everyone down. like.. like one day you'll have enough and you'll all walk out." he said, rileys mouth opened to reply but he continued, "and just- hearing you say that made me feel.. good.”
“peter... you’re a superhero- and i know you dont like to call yourself that-” she says as his face shows his disagreement, “but you are. we all love you, we know what you have to do, and while it can interfere with other plans, you’re helping people. you save people! You- you fucking catch the bad guys! baby, you’re amazing. none of us- and especially me- will ever feel like you're letting us down.. you're the best… you’re perfect." she replied, wiping peters tears away with her thumbs.
peter smiled and leaned up to kiss her again, "i love you. i really love you so fucking much." he muttered against her lips.
"i love you too, petey. now which harry potter movie are we starting with tonight?"
peter laughed and wrapped his arms around her waist, moving to rest his head on her chest. "i know if i say philosophers stone, you're gonna get mad… so prisoner of azkaban. because i love you."
riley laughed and ran her fingers through his hair, "good, cause it's already in the player." she replied, making peter laugh.
the beginning of the movie was interrupted by a knock on the door and it being opened immediately after, “i had a long day. im hanging with you guys.” natasha said and threw herself on the bed next to riley.
“sounds like its been a rough day for everyone.” riley said as wanda knocked on the door and sat on the top bunk.
“its the weather, miss stark.” vision said as he flew through her wall.
“vis, we've talked about this!" wanda said, making everyone laugh.
riley looked over at peter as he was intently watching the screen, she smiled and nosed his head, his hair tickling the tip of her nose. peter peeked up at her and smiled, leaning up to kiss her lightly. riley smiled and then whispered, “i know you wanted it to be just us tonight… ‘m sorry.”
peters face scrunched up, “this is perfect, ri… you’re perfect.”
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Under the Stars.
summary: Queen Adeline Holland finds out that her husband, King Holland is having an affair. But is it an affair? Nonetheless, it doesn't end up good for the mistress.
word count: 2,200
warnings: I swear a lot. V little proofreading. Mistakes.
a/n: guess who's back, back, back for a 3rd time. this is a rendition of an old fic I wrote back in 2019. also give me feedback if possible :-) I also plan to actually have characters, especially if I
Catharina sat inside the cold, white meeting room; a dark finished table in the middle of the room and chairs that matched sitting around perfectly. It had a very pretty floral detailing that was paired in a vibrant gold. your hands folded in your lap. She knew this table was previously Tom’s parents when they held the throne. She absolutely adored it for more than one reason. She loved the way it looked in this room, imagining that she and Tom could one day be in this same room, discussing what they should do with their children. Sometimes she imagined how it would feel to have the cool wood under her skin, fingers trying to grasp anything to keep her steady while Tom held onto her hips for his own leverage. Moans and screams fill the air as he takes her in such a public space. Camera’s fill the room, but not a care in the world would go through her mind. She was his and he was hers.
But a fantasy is all that was. A stupid little fantasy that could never happen, not even in her wildest dreams. Catharina sighed, moving to flatten down the fabric of her skirt. She could feel Abilene’s gaze on her as she shifted in the seat, trying to get comfortable under the uncomfortable tension. Abilene, Tom’s wife, the Queen of Altanto, is a pretty young woman with platinum blonde hair (that is rumored to be dyed). She has the prettiest bright blue eyes that were perfectly almond shaped and she had dimples along her cheeks when her thin lips smiled. Her face was usually caked with makeup, but here she was. Sitting barefaced as she waited for her husband to come to this meeting. She wasn't even in the usual meeting dress, a beautiful pink and cream dress that had a hoop underneath to make sure that it was poofy. But today, she wore an under slip with her hair in a silk wrap.
He didn’t walk in until the clock-stricken noon, the loud bells from the church they had married in screaming into the summer air. The large doors, with equally as pretty detailing, began opening up. Two guards' hands showed slightly as they allowed Tom to enter. He looked fantastic and Catharina couldn't help but to look at him up and down before meeting his eyes, giving him a sweet smile. He wore a dark navy blue suit. His hair was in its natural state of untamed curls. He was beautiful. Catharina’s stare didn't go unnoticed by the Queen and she scoffed at Catharina, rolling her eyes as she sunk into the back of her seat.
“Aren’t you going to bow?” She almost demanded, but hid as a question, looking between both Tom and Catharina, kicking up one of her thin eyebrows.
Catharina looked at her and obeyed, accepting that this was still like normal, and pushed her chair back. The screeching of the wood on wood making Abilene cringe. Catharina stood, grabbing fistfuls of her dress, much like she would with Tom’s hair, turning on her heel and placing her body and curtsying to Tom. She allowed her head to fall, not looking up until she saw his feet walk past her and towards his seat at the end of the table. Catharina then stood straight and turned to sit back down. Abilene looked at Catharina and then to Tom, her lips turning into a smug smirk as her perfectly pedicured nails tapped the vanilla folder in front of her.
Catharina fumbled with her fingers, she felt self-conscious in this situation. She knew what this was going to be. She had a hunch that she was caught. Red handed. But, to Catharina’s defense, Abilene didn’t even speak to Tom half the time. She would sneak off during the day to see a stable boy, his name currently unknowing to Catharina or Tom. She treated him like shit despite Tom opening his home for her after her parents were tragically murdered after an invasion. Perhaps, that’s why she and Tom gained such a strong, romantic and platonic relationship.
“Ms. Geo,” Abilene began, her fingers finally stopping on the folder before pushing it towards Catharina, smiling at her. Abilene looked over at Tom and nodded towards his mistress. Catharina looked between them before looking over the front of the file. It was normal. It had her last name, first and middle. Who her parents were, where she lived, and even more. Abilene cleared her throat before speaking up in a soft, dainty voice. “I called you and Tom into this meeting because there has been word going around that the both of you are having…” A pause and breathy laugh left her lips, “relations.” Her eyebrows raised and her tongue clicked.
Catharina looked at Adeline, head cocking for a moment. She wouldn’t dare to catch a glimpse at the stone hard expression Tom had across his face. She didn’t even know what to say, she just wanted to look at her. She wanted to ask how fucking dumb Adeline had to be to ever think of acussing her. Not that it was an accusation, but that’s why she only thought of it for a moment. That moment was enough for Catharina to think up something. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Nice one. Totally believable. She thought, facepalming herself in her mind.
Tsk. Tsk. Sounded from her bubblegum pink lips. It was her turn to tilt her head at Catharina. She had a sadistic smile painting her cheeks, dimples showing so broadly in this moment. Her eyes looked so angry but her composure was anything but that. It was calm, cool and collected. Catharina’s father always told her that there was always a calm before the storm, and she believed it, wholeheartedly, at this very moment. “You don’t know, Ms. Geo? Such a shame because a few other people know exactly what I’m talking about.” She winked before sliding the vanilla folder with Catharina Viola Geo written boldly across the top.
Catharina looked down at it, her hands neatly placed in her hands. She didn’t want to know what others knew. What they have said. Hell, she didn’t even want to know who said it. That would crush her more than anything to see her friends give her up like that, or who she thought were to be friends. She understood the consequences that could’ve come to them, but for one damn second she felt selfish. She knew what could happen to them but she knew what could happen to her.
“Take a look,” Adeline smiled, sitting further back in her chair. “Please.”
Catharina sighed and moved forward in her seat, her hands touching the side of the table for a moment. She hated this. She hated every single second but her hands still moved to open the folder.
It was messily put together. One the left side, the side she was holding, were pictures of her. One from when she was first hired at 16 and then the rest as she had continued to work at the castle. Pictures of her working, of her and her friends and even pictures when she would go and run errands for everyone. But on the right side was a whole lot of damning evidence against the very thing that she had “no idea” about.
Pictures of her and Tom alone, hugging. Kissing. Even sleeping, the most intimate time she had with him. And then so many papers that Catharina thumbed through.
Report #50 - Cursing in Front of Guests
Report #64 - Not in Dress before 7am.
Report #153 - Making Advances on King Holland
And there’s the kicker.
Catharina removed the 152 (which she wasn’t aware there was so many) other reports from this first one.
Report #153 - Making Advances on King Holland
Name: Gerlad [REDACTED].
Occupation: Head Security Guard
Report: Ms. Geo, my co-worker, was touching King Holland’s hand after an intense argument with Queen Holland. The microphone’s haven’t been fixed on the camera’s but we can see that she is comforting King Holland. [REDACTED], my other [REDACTED] security guard, said that he was asked if they should do anything. They talked about going and taking Ms. Geo back to her quarters, which is half way across town. They ended up not doing it and instead backed up the footage to make sure that I could see it before it was erased, which happens within 12hours of the recording.
Well, fuck Gerald. Catharina rolled her eyes in her head before lifting that report and a few others to see what the next had to say.
Name: Presley [REDACTED].
Report: When I was taking out the trash from the seamshop, I saw a folded up note on the ground over by Catharina’s things. It looked like she might’ve dropped it, but I wasn’t sure if it was King Holland’s doing or not. But I wanted to read it so I did. It was in King Holland’s handwriting and said phrases like [REDACTED] and [REDACTED]. He also told her he loved her at the end and for her to meet him at the Stables after Queen Holland went to sleep. He also told her to watch out for the camera’s because they’re motion activated and he didn’t want them caught.
Name: [REDACTED] [REDACTED]
Confusion ran through Catharina’s mind as this one didn’t have a name. “Why doesn’t Report 205 have a name or…” Catharina looked down.
“... occupation on it?” She questioned and looked at Adeline who rolled her eyes.
“For protection, duh!” Adeline sarcastically said. “I want all my staff to feel safe after what you’re about to put them through. They’ve been through hell for you, always lying to make sure that you ate. Always doing something for you because you can’t fend for yourself.”
“I can.” Catharina protested.
“You can’t, little dove.” She smiled, pushing back her seat. “You never have been. That’s why Wirit died, remember? You couldn’t take care of yourself and you couldn’t take care of him. Even working here, you did nothing. You never asked for help.”
“I did.” Another quiet protest that came with a soft tsk from Adeline.
“Did you? We have no report for you doing that.”
“Leave her alone, Adeline.” Tom defended, his hand coming to meet the table. Catharina finally looked at him, eyes meeting. The chocolate brown orbs that she had fallen in love with were filled with worry and regret. She knew it. She just so badly wanted to be in Tom’s arms to cry. To feel these emotions that she’s felt too many times before.
“Your little mistress, Tom,” Adeline spat, “is no good for our kingdom.” She stated, standing from the chair. Her eyes narrowed as she looked over Catharina now trembling form. “She doesn’t deserve a nice home. She doesn’t deserve to eat. She deserves to live the rest of her days in the Enchanted Forest to fend for herself.”
“On September 27, Catharina Geo will be sentenced to eternity in the Enchanted Forest outside of the Altanto town. Anyone seen giving her assistance and are current residence of Altanto will be punished with imprisonment and by reasonable doubt, death.” A deafening silence overcame the trio as she began to walk, her nails dragging along the dark finish as her final words left her mind. “And for God help me, so that I never see you again.”
And at once the large double doors opened and she walked away, leaving Catharina and Tom there. By themselves and the overwhelming feeling of despair. How could she let this happen? She didn’t mean to fall in love with him. She was 16. She was so terribly lost and confused that when Tom met her under the stars one night, she just found comfort. Comfort in his touch - a touch that, years later would turn into a kiss. She was in love with him from the moment they met and by fucking God did she wanted to lose him. By the grace of whatever God was out there, would she lose him to Adeline. Of all people.
“Tom,” Catharina breathed out, looking at the King. Her eyes were dry and hot and her lips still trembled with the overwhelming feelings. Her hands were still touching the folder and they looked at one another. She loved him. She could only love him and she didn’t want to be separated from him and he had to feel the same… Right?
“Runaway with me!” She blurted before she could even stop it. It was quiet enough, however, that the guards couldn’t hear. “Please,” she pleaded.
“I-” Tom began and looked up towards the door. There was a moment of hesitation, his hand touching the table moving back to himself. He was bewildered and she knew that but fucking God, just say yes!
“I love you.” She lastly attempted. Tom looked at her before smiling and dropping his head, chuckling.
“Meet me behind the stables. I’m going to tie up a few ends and get us a few things. Under the stars, alright?” He asked before scooting him chair back and getting up. He didn’t touch her. He didn’t kiss her. He just said a soft ‘goodbye, Ms. Geo.’ before walking through the swinging double doors.
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Surprise Vol. 2
Paring: Peter Parker x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Daughter!Reader
Summary: You tell your father you're pregnant and there's just one extra surprise.
Warnings: Fluff, pregnancy, mentions of child birth
Word Count: 1157
A/N: I wrote this last night and it just so happens to be Father's Day so Happy Father's Day everyone! Enjoy! 💕💕💕
“Peter, I can go to the bathroom by myself,” you raised a hand, pushing him back into the chair before you walked to the bathroom connected to yours.
“But your ankle,” he pressed, his step right behind yours. “And the baby,” he hovered his hands over your waist, trying to give you your space even though he was literally on top of you.
“Peter,” you warned, looking over your shoulder before you sat on the toilet, his eyes still trained on yours.
“Okay,” he sighed, folding his hands in front of him as he rested on the sink. “How do you feel?” he asked, instantly helping you get up once you were done.
“A little nauseous, but the doctor said it’s normal,” you pressed a smile. “Can’t wait to go home though,” you limped back to the bed, but Peter was quick to sweep you off your feet. The gracious movement makes your stomach flip, in a good way.
“You really think I’m going to let my pregnant wife walk with a bad ankle?” he tisked at you while he gently placed you on the bed.
It had only been an hour since you and Peter found out the news of your pregnancy. You had yet to tell your father, but you figured he was dealing with whichever of the Big Three they were dealing with.
But it gave you time to actually talk to Peter. You felt it in your heart that your marriage was going to be okay. Peter was it for you. And he was going to be an amazing father, you just knew it.
Letting him lay beside you, your back pressed against his chest, you spoke about little things you missed during your rough patch and the things you looked forward to once the baby arrived.
“Sweet pea,” your father knocked on the door, a bright smile on his face to see that his child made up with her spouse. “Wanted to check up on you before I had to go,” he walked over to your side, patting some hair out of your face.
“I’m fine, Dad,” you reached for his hand. “We actually have some news to tell you,” you trailed, squeezing Peter’s hand while you glanced up at him. Both of you had knowing smiles on your faces.
“I’m pregnant,” you announced, your father’s face changing to instant surprise.
“You’re pregnant!?” he cooed, bending down to hug you. You breathed out content, knowing your father could relax now that you were good and healthy. “That’s amazing, I’m so happy for the two of you,” he pulled back, squeezing Peter’s shoulder reassuringly.
While Peter went out to fill out your discharge papers, Bucky and Sam kept you company. Sam was ecstatic to hear the news, his heart warming at the thought of the two youngest Avengers bringing life into the world.
“I still can’t believe I’m going to be a grandpa,” Bucky breathed out, baffled.
“What do you mean? With your age, you’re already a grandpa,” Sam said like it was obvious, which clearly by your laugh, it was.
“Nice one, Sam,” you clapped your hands together, another laugh erupting from you at your father’s expression. “He’s only kidding, you don’t look a day over forty,” you complimented, your father jokingly shoving your shoulder.
“Well, time to get you home, kid,” Sam wheeled in the wheelchair for you to sit, your father picking you up and gently placing you down.
They wheeled you out to the front desk where Peter was finishing up some forms. Once he handed back the clipboard, he met you three.
“Take good care of her, alright Pete?” your father reminded him, even though your husband didn’t need to be.
“Will do, sir,” he placed a hand on your shoulder.
“Be safe, okay?” you told the two men, your heart wrenching. As much as you were happy that you were pregnant, you couldn’t bear the thought of letting them go on this mission on their own.
It was crazy how six months flew by. One minute you found out you were pregnant and the next you were pushing a nine pound baby out of you. But truly it didn’t matter because you had your son in your arms.
Your mind completely got rid of the labor and delivery, your mind too focused on the bundle of joy wrapped up against you. He was so adorable. He had Peter’s eyes and your nose. Sleep wasn’t a thought with you until Peter had to grab your son before you fell asleep.
“How are you feeling, Peter?” you smiled as he held the diaper clad baby boy in his arms. Your gaze trailing over his muscles and naked upper half.
“Amazing, can’t believe he’s here and perfect timing,” he whispered. “He’s so tiny, I feel like I’m going to hurt him,” he gently sat down next to you, grabbing a blanket to cover him.
“You could never hurt a fly, let alone your own son,” you lazily reached for him, rubbing his arm gently. “My two boys,” you smiled, Peter handing the boy back to you while he put his shirt back on.
Pulling you out of your thoughts, you heard a light knock on the door, your eyes following the sound to find your father standing outside the room.
“Dad,” your face lit up at the sight of him, a bright smile as he walked into the room.
“Where’s the little guy?” he asked as soon as he set his gift down, eyes training on the little boy wrapped in a blanket. “Look at the tiny thing,” he whispered, heartwarming when the baby yawned.
“Do you want to hold him?” you asked, Bucky nodding vigorously before you stopped him. “Without the gloves?” he looked down, forgetting about his black leather gloves that concealed his metal arm.
Taking them off and placing them on the table, he sat down in the chair, your body leaning forward as you passed him towards his grandpa. Bucky sucked in a breath when he was fully holding his grandson, heart beating profusely at the fear that he was gonna drop the poor thing. But you reassured him, letting him know he was a natural.
“So what did you name him?” Bucky asked, cooing when the baby stirred. His eyes lifting up to see that Peter found his way to your side, your head resting on his chest. It reminded him all those months ago when you told him the news.
“We kinda were on the fence, but ultimately we decided to go with,” Peter started, letting you finish the sentence.
“James Benjamin Parker,” you stated, Bucky’s face changing into one of surprise once more.
“You named him after me?” he asked, shocked and amused that you would name your child after your old man.
“We thought it was fitting,” you shrugged, a warmth spreading across you from all the love.
“Happy Father’s Day, Dad.”
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So... I just got some inspo for a series from a tweet and I was wondering if any of you would like to read it. I was thinking about the classic "character making a bet to hook up with reader" BUT this ain't what you think it is, instead of who makes the bet being a complete jerk, he's gonna come clean and tell reader that they could split up the money and make like a big dramatic scene the moment she "finds out" about the bet. And to make it more interesting, the people who wanted him to make that bet are filthy rich, and said character doesn't like them, so he does that just to get the money. OH and I was thinking about it being with frat!tom? Please, let me know what you think!! 💖
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PETER PARKER IMAGINE WILL BE OUT TODAY!! - xxx
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aftermath | 3/3
read part 1 here!
reader part 2 here!
pairing: peter parker x sorta stark!reader
contents/warnings: fingering and baths together, 18+ minors dni
summary: peter wants to make you feel good after hurting you during sex
a/n: this was kinda rushed uh uh,,, i promise i'll be writing better stuff than this from now on lmao
you woke up the next morning in an unbelievable amount of pain. you couldn't hold back your cries as well as you thought you could. you slowly sat up blanket still covering you, it hurt to sit. you cried from the pain, you tried your best to stay quiet, but soon peter jolted awake.
"hey shhh its okay, whats wr-" peter stopped as he looked at your face. the slaps you had received now left finger print bruises on your face. he pulled the blanket down noticing your neck and tits covered in hickeys. he paused completely when he saw your hips. huge bruises on either side of your body.
"oh baby, im so sorry. what did i do? how could i do this to you im so sorry." he tried to pick you up and place you in his lap, but your ass was still sore and so was your poor pussy. he flipped you over softly looking at the situation on your ass seeing how bruised and blistered you were there. the last thing he saw was the tiny blood stain that was on the bed. something to be noted was that after the super serum you could no longer have periods. so he knew the blood wasn't from that.
you had stopped crying and only hiccuped, "hey it's okay peter. you were upset its fine. im fine. if it hurt at the time i would've told you to stop." of coursed you were lying, but soon the super solider in your blood would heal you fast. it wasn't as fast as usual considering the damage was done by someone who also has super strength, he could've broken one of your bones with ease if he wanted to.
without saying anything peter lifted you up and walked you to the bathroom. he started the water making a bath for you. peter placed you in the tub.
"i hope the water isnt to hot."
"its perfect petey thanks, can you come in with me?"
he nodded and joined you. you laid there in silence for awhile. peter playing with your hair and sliding his hands over your bruises and hickeys he left. we you decided to get out peter placed you on the bed and put a pair of his boxers on you and one of his shirts.
"you look like a kicked puppy peter. i promise you i'm okay. you were upset, i knew you were gonna be rough its okay."
you reached out and grabbed his hand.
"no i hurt you and i never wanna hurt you it isnt fair to you. i shouldn't have sex with you if i know im angry. im sorry." more tears streaming down his face. you couldn't stand seeing his face covered in sadness.
"i accept your apology peter, though you really don't have to. lets just sleep again okay?"
"can i do something for you (y/n)?" you nodded.
peter sat behind you on the bed. pulling you close to him.
"i just wanna make you feel good." he opened the draw of the night stand next to him, pulling out a small bottle of lube. he lifted your shirt and gently pulled down the boxers. he opened your legs and stared down at your wet cunt. he poured lube on to two of his fingers bringing them down.
when he started rubbing your clit in tight circles you covered your face with the shirt moaning. it felt good. he was finally giving you the pleading you begged for when he fucked you last time. he slide his fingers between your lips and over your hole. you squirmed in his lap and he chuckled.
"do my fingers feel good, pretty girl?" you moaned in response. he finally popped a lubed finger into you. slow rubbing your walls. you were so sensitive from the night before. you felt like sobbing from how good it felt. he moved his head down to place soft kissing on your face and neck.
"peter- please please more god it feels so good im so close."
"cum for me my pretty little girl."
peter thrusted his finger harder trying not to go any faster. rubbing your clit with his thumb. you came screaming into the shirt. your legs were shaking.
"did that feel good baby?" you nodded turning to sit facing peter wrapping your hands around his waist.
"thank you. i love you."
"i love you too."
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hey guys! should be getting back to writing within the next week since i’ve finished with exam season!
here’s what to expect for the next few weeks :
• next few chapters of ‘midnight, the stars and you’
• clearing the remaining requests in my inbox and opening them back up again
• a tom holland x reader (bestfriend to lovers) fic
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Peter Parker's Fluff Alphabet
Pairing: peter x reader
Warnings: m is about sex, swearing cuz I have potty typing fingers, typos I bet because my brain can't translate to my keyboard 100% of the time
Synopsis: The fluffy alphabet about pbp
a/n: this made me want to write sm fluff about him omg I'm going to bed to fall asleep imagining scenarios and I'm not afraid to admit that
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At the beginning of your relationship, he was affectionate, but he didn’t know how to show it as well as he does now. He’d try to hold your hand or find an excuse to give you a small touch.
You ended up initiating most of it until he got more comfortable. He is all over you now. Super clingy and lovey-dovey. He still gets nervous about going too far but you reassure him.
He’s constantly touching you in some way. He’ll play with your fingers while you’re busy and wrap his arms around your waist whenever you’re talking to someone and can’t give him all of your attention. Just a small reciprocation from you makes his day.
He also tells you he loves you and compliments you so much. And he means every word because you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Still, he’s not always the best with speaking his mind so he tries to show you through a touch more than words.
Peter is open to the idea of having kids. He thinks about spending the rest of his life with you, whether that involves children or not. He’d hate for something to happen because of his secret identity and he already took a risk by telling you. So maybe, it depends on what you think about it. He’d love to have a family with you, just not right now.
This boy can’t get enough of you. No matter what you’re doing, he wants physical contact. When you’re laying in bed or on the couch, he lays on top of you. And it’s just the most relaxing thing for him to have your arms wrapped around him.
99% of the time you’re the big spoon. But he likes to face you and bury his head in your chest if you’re on your sides. And his favorite thing: when you play with his hair. It puts him right to sleep.
He tries to plan dates with you but he isn’t very organized and it usually stresses him out. You take responsibility for finding things for you to do together and take turns paying. He really appreciates all that you do for him.
With everything going on in your lives, it’s usually something low-key. Just “watching a movie” at home is fun when you’re together.
When he does try to plan a date says the same thing every time. All he wants is for you to let him swing you around NYC but you need a little more convincing than “it won’t that scary,”.
If you want to read about you planning a date for your baby boy then read mine hehe [If You’re the Sun, I’m the Moon]
Peter’s a soft boy, no doubt about it. He has no trouble showing his emotions because you don’t judge him for it. In society, it's expected men hide their emotions or aren’t masculine enough, but you think there’s nothing more mature than expressing how you feel.
Most of the time you know when he’s about to break and you’re ready for him. You hold him while he sobs and listen to his concerns when he’s finally calmed down. Then he falls asleep in your arms, thankful he has someone to vent to.
He knew he loved you from the moment he meant you. He didn’t fall into love with you, he very intentionally ran full speed ahead. Yes, you’re young and dumb but you both are extremely sure about your relationship.
As previously stated, very soft boy. He’s super gentle with you and all of his touches are tender and sweet. Unless he hasn’t seen you in a while and he will quite literally jump on you to hug and kiss you. He’s also worried if he isn’t careful, his strength could be too much but he never would hurt you.
Again, always touching you. Very handsy, not overly, he just feels safer when he knows you’re there by touch. He holds your hand so much that you’ve learned to do some tasks one-handed. He’ll hold your hand under the dinner table and absentmindedly play with your fingers when he’s anxious.
He thought you were gorgeous and really wanted to talk to you and at least be friends with you. Even though you looked unbothered, he felt so drawn to you. He tried talking to you and you had to maintain a straight face when he could barely get a word out. You thought he was adorable and didn’t mention his frequent stuttering which still gets the best of him when he’s around you.
Peter’s not possessive however he does get a little jealous when you talk to other people, even if it’s not in a flirtatious context. He gets worried that you might not be interested in him anymore or that he’s annoying.
He needs reassurance from you but he still understands you have other people in your life. And he trusts you that you wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt him.
Surprisingly a good kisser for such little experience. He was so nervous the first time, and more times after that, so he was very happy you initiated it. He would spend hours making out with you, and you have.
You straddling his waist with your lips on his was something he would take over any movie. And lazy make-outs at night, in bed, too tired to do anything else AHHHHH. He kisses slow and passionately, loving every moment with you.
He wanted to tell you for so long that he loved you, but he was so nervous you wouldn’t feel that way. You were very sure about your love for him and decided to tell him. His eyes lit up and he kind of froze. YOU loved HIM and he was over the moon, jumping on you and telling you he loved you too.
Peter loves everything you do together but his favorite is the first time you guys had sex. Not because it was hot and he got to see you naked. Okay, yes it was and he enjoyed seeing you without clothes. It’s his favorite because, duh, sex is extremely intimate. He felt so trusted by you to do something that made you vulnerable in a sense.
Just loving you and being able to show it physically was amazing for both of you. Sharing his first time with you was very special and he couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone else.
This is crazy ik ik but here’s an imagine I wrote about having sex with him for the first time [Just You And Me]
He’ll admit it: he wants security in your relationship. He feels a constant need to be with you and definitely has separation anxiety. So clingy that he follows you to the bathroom and waits outside the door. If you’re on the phone, he’ll pull you in by the hips and hold onto you until you hang up.
When you get ready for bed, there he is sitting on the counter in the bathroom and he does the same thing while you get ready for your day. He’ll go with you anywhere, even if it has nothing to do with him.
And you do so much for him, it’s definitely reciprocated, but he needs a little more help. You make sure he eats enough, isn’t overtired, and you just take care of him in general. He does everything he can and more to show you how much he appreciates you.
You went on a date not long after you started becoming friends and he knew how much he liked you. It was just a matter of waiting to see if you felt the same way. He was so in love with you and the both of you just kind of assumed you were in an official relationship by the way things were going. Eventually, you introduced him as your boyfriend and it made him so happy.
P [Pet Names]
You have a plethora of names for your boyfriend:
-My Pretty Boy
And he loves each and every one of them, most making him blush. You’ve told him you don’t like the cliche pet names and he’s refrained from calling you things like “baby” and “angel”.
He does, however, insist on calling you honey or sweetheart, kind of like you’re a married couple. At this point, you basically are in it for life. You still act a little annoyed by the names when he calls you them in public but you love it and he knows it.
He might not be perfect but in your eyes, he’s pretty damn close. Although, he does have an issue with talking even when he shouldn’t. You can’t blame him for being anxious and feeling the need to sputter out random shit.
He stutters a lot but you never comment on it. You thought it was cute that he got nervous around you and when he’s okay with it, you don’t mind helping him get to the point. Otherwise, you happily listen to him work up to it no matter how long it takes.
Your boy tries so hard to do romantic things for you. He buys you flowers, gets you random gifts, tries to plan surprise dates, anything you want he would do for you. He loves to take baths with you - even if they aren’t your thing - because he likes to help you relax at the end of the day.
Ummmm so I have a headcanon about him surprising you with a hot bath and rose petals [Petals Parker]
He tells you everything, he’s awful at keeping secrets and you found out about him being spider-man not long after you started dating. You were surprised you didn’t realize it sooner.
And, you made sure to be his safe space. You’re happy to hear about what he does with the Avengers or things that go down during patrol. But he needs time to take a break and be Peter Parler without having to be this brave hero.
Peter’s always cracking jokes, mostly because he’s awkward in social situations. You laugh even if no one else does because you’re supposed to be his cheerleader. Some are actually funny but most are just ehhhhh…
You didn’t think he would be so clingy. Yes, soft boy, we’ve established that, but he just can’t go anywhere without you. You don’t mind it because he’s great company, but you didn’t think he would be so attached to you.
He shows you off so much. He just can’t believe he gets to be your boyfriend and needs everyone to know how wonderful you are. Every opportunity he gets, he’ll bring you up in conversation even if it has nothing to do with you or your relationship. He could talk about you forever.
W [Waking Up]
The softest state Peter Parker will ever be in is when he’s sleepy/asleep. Normally he’ll wake up just enough to find you in the bed you share and pull you close to him. He looks so beautiful in the morning with messy hair and the sunlight streaming in on his face. So pure and you’ll never get tired of starting your day with him.
Look at that, I have another imagine about this one too and you can go read about waking up with him and it’s really fluffy and the title means heavenly so… *throws confetti over your head* [Caeles]
He felt so sure that he wanted to marry you and spend the rest of his life with you. You made him feel so happy and safe. He asked May if he could propose with her ring that she stopped wearing after Ben died and she was so glad you guys were going to get married. Granted, he hadn’t asked yet, but May was very sure that you were meant to be together.
Hey, me again…you can read about him proposing to you [Proposal Parker]
At night, he loves to bury his face in your chest or the crook of your neck and wrap his legs and arms around you. The second you start playing with his hair or scratching his back, he’s done for, out like a light.
He used to get really bad nightmares and he still does every once in a while when his anxiety is really bad. You make them way less frequent or nonexistent. He knows he’s safe with you and he lets his usual worrying state fade away when you’re cuddled up for bed.
Yep I have an imagine about him getting nightmares sue me AFTER you read it thanks [A Cure for Bitter Dreams]
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