modernstoner

[modernstoner]

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| eloise | she/her | minor | enfp | bisexual | gemini |

— masterlist of my work ❦

DISCLAIMER:

‣ all of my fics don't mention the reader's body shape/size/type, race, ethnicity nor culture and religion because i want all of my readers to be included and imagine it themself ♡

‣ english is my third language which means my fics are not perfect. there is some few grammar, spelling etc mistakes. i hope you guys understand ♡

‣ oldest to newest.

request are: closed!

avenger twitter p-link: | part 1 | part 2 |

train//400//fluff//

kissing and holding hands with peter while being on the train.

here comes the sun//900//fluff//

peter goes to an old record shop where he meets you.

princess//1.5k//fluff//

peter and the other meets the British Royal family.

grey hair//600//fluff//

while peter was playing with your hair, he finds a grey hair and you have a quarter life crisis.

cheater//700//angst//

you suspect Peter is cheating and your suspicion is right.

blood red, snow white//300//angst//

peter loves you, but your the villain.

one night gig//1.2k//smut//

peter is stressed due to school, after his friend, harry osborn suggested that he should have some fun.

first time//500//smut//

you and peter have been dating for a while and decided to take it to the next level, but the only problem is you are a virgin.

"i can change that."//1.4k//smut//

peter wants to sex and you are worried, because none of your exes gave you any orgasm but peter proves that you are wrong.

sweet dream//500//fluff//

peter had a nightmare which resulted in him, coming to you and cuddling.

ghosts//900//smut

peter tutoring has it's perk

on his desk//700//smut

teacher!peter fucks you on his desk

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[modernstoner]

on his desk | p.parker

teacher!peter fucks you on his classroom desk.

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

warning: smut. not proofread!

w/c: 0.7k

a/n: ye, what the synopsis says.

peter was having a stressful day.

not only, did most of his students fail his test, but he has an overload of tests he needs to grade. he sighed, pushing the front of his hair with his fingers, he leaned against his uncomfortable chair.

he looked at the papers he needed to grade and mentally screamed inside. he felt a buzzing sensation coming from his pocket, knowing it was a message from you.

you always text him during his lunchtime.

peter got his phone out of his pants; "hey, i'm coming over." it said, shrugging, he thought nothing of it.

after few minutes, he heard a polite knock coming from his classroom door. "come in." he says, grading another failed test which earned an annoyed groan from him.

"whoa, there." you enter, holding a disposable container stuffed with sushi.

peter turned to you and gave you a weak smile. you walked over, kissing his cheek. "you okay?" you ask, placing the food on his desk.

he said nothing, grabbing your wrist, pulling you down, towards his lap. his lips immediately started to attack yours. you smiled against his desperate lips as your lips moves in sync with his.

a low groan came out of your mouth when peter started to kiss down your neck. "someone's eager today." you tease, pulling his brown curls as you threw your head back in utter bliss.

peter sucked harshly on your collarbone, making sure to leave a small dark bruise later. "gosh, (y/n), you looked so fucking hot this morning." he smiles at you.

"could say the same thing about you." you reply, leaning down to kiss his soft but chapped lips.

"hmm— i missed you— so— so— much." he says between kisses making you giggle. you slowly started to grind on his very obvious boner.

he lets out a low groan, pulling away from the kiss. you grind a bit faster, "no teasing." he warns before getting up, which made you warp your legs around his waist.

he gently puts you on his desk, shoving the paperwork away, some falling to the ground, but he didn't care.

peter wasted to time, swept your sundress up while you desperately unbuckle his belt. he pushed your panties aside, pulling down his boxers to reveal his hardened cock.

the red tip was already leaking precum.

he lines his cock with your aroused cunt before slamming into you, earning a loud moan from your mouth. your hands fly to his brown curls, pulling them a little.

peter lets out a low groan, and starts his fast and harsh thrust. he had no mercy, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as you shut your mouth in order to stay quiet.

peter kept moaning and whimpering in your ear, his each thrust hitting your sweet spot making you squirm beneath him, knowing that you can't make a loud noise.

even though, his thrusts were getting sloppy, peter didn't stop. pumping in and out of you like a crazy maniac, the desk moving with him.

the sound of skin slapping filled the room. you felt a familiar knot forming in your stomach, realizing that you are close, you clench around peter which made his hip stutter.

"oh— fuck, (y/n), just like that." he grunts in your ears. you do as he pleases, clenching around him. peter throws his head back, closing his eyes before looking at you.

your face scrunched up in pleasure, mouth agape as you felt peter hand cup your cheeks. he leaned in you, capturing you into a kiss while his thrusts never stopping.

"p-peter, i'm so close." you whispered against his lips, a small string of saliva connected between you and peter's lips.

"cum, fuck, please cum with me." he practically begged and you nod, releasing it all along side with him. his warm liquid shooting inside you as peter slows his pace.

both of you out of breath, covered in sweat. taking a moment to breathe. "best sex ever!" he says in joy, extending his hand for you to high-five him.

you laugh, slapping his palm with yours, obviously out of breath. "we should do it in your class more often."

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[modernstoner]

ghosts| p.parker

peter tutoring you has it's perk.

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

warning: smut.

w/c: 0.9k

a/n: inspired by this twt link [here]. let's ignore the act that i disappeared for like 6 months lmfao, enjoy ♡

"you don't believe in ghosts?" you ask peter, watching as his breath hitched at how close your face was to his.

you grinned at him, waiting for a response.

never in peter's life had he thought that you would be in the same room as him. let alone, on the same couch with him.

after finding out you were almost failing chemistry, the teacher recommend getting tutored. that's when you got the brilliant idea to ask peter for help.

"n-no, not really." he awkwardly shrugged before chuckling, looking down, not daring to make eye contact with you.

you made him nervous, like really nervous, it's not every day that peter is with a pretty girl. "why not?" you grinned, waiting for a response.

the tutoring and homework were all forgotten by now, the only thing the two of you focused on was, whose going to make the first move

the tension danced in the air as you waited for peter to answer instead he turned to you, hesitantly leaning in, seeing how nervous peter was, you decided to make the move first.

your lips touched his, and the butterflies in his stomach exploded. you moved your lips, waiting for him to follow your direction, he immediately took the sign.

your lips synced with his. it was gentle, tender, and sweet but quickly, something in peter changed. his lips became desperate, he hopelessly moved his hip a little, getting it closer to yours.

you smirked between the kiss, peter took the opportunity to slide in his tongue, earning a soft groan from you. tongue crashing into each other, your hand flies to his brown curls, pulling them.

you finally pulled away from the kiss, catching your breath. peter whined when he lost contact with your lips, seeing how swollen and wet his lips were, made you feel some type of way.

you started to kiss and lightly suck on his neck, earning a low moan from him. "what do you want, peter?" you asks, kissing his jaw before nibbling on his earlobe.

"i-i want you." he struggled to say, his fingers fidgeting with the hem f your loose shirt, asking for a silent request to take them off.

"how?" you hum, kissing down his neck, slowly and teasingly.

"your h-hands, i want your hands, so so bad."

gosh, he was so desperate.

your lips curved into a smile. "your wish is my command." that's all you say before tackling his belt, pulling down his jeans, leaving him only in his boxers and his star wars shirt.

"mind taking that off for me?" you gently ask, narrowing your eyes at his shirt.

he gulped and nodded. he ripped his shirt so fast that it made you giggle. "you're adorable." you say, your fingers caressing his abs.

you groaned at the sight in front of you, but more importantly, his hardened cock in front of you. you let your hands caress down his thighs and where he wanted you the most.

his cock was so hard, that it outlined through his boxers. your index finger tracing him, obviously teasing him. peter squirmed beneath you, impatiently waiting for you to do something.

finally, you decided to pull down his boxer, letting his cock spring out. you admired how it looked, the red tip already leaking precum, begging to be touched.

"please, (y/n)." he sighed, looking at you in awe.

you started off slow, moving your hands up and down, slipping your thumb over his tip when you pass it. you use his precum as lube, the steady movements were killing him, taking matters into his own hands.

he begins to thrust into your hand, surprised at his sudden action but seeing him, desperately fucking himself with your hand made you aroused.

you formed your hand into a fist, slightly pressing it making him moan out loud.

he closed his eyes in utter bliss, his whole world was euphoric. loving the way your hand felt around his twitching cock, "(y/n), i— ugh, i'm gonna c-cum—"

"no."

peter's eyes widen in surprise. "w-what?" he asks, thinking he heard you wrong.

"you heard me. you will not cum until i say so." a devilish smirk creeps up on your face.

you push peter's hip down, his cock still in your hand. you bobbed your hand, faster than before. taking your other hand, rubbing your palm on his red tip as he tried his best to stay quiet.

you noticed it, frowning, you leaned in, smashing your lips with his. guiding his mouth towards your tongue, tongue clashing in with each other.

peter kept moaning, whining against your lips as you swallowed all of it. you pulled away due to the lack of oxygen, your hand still repeating the same movement.

"(y/n)— i can't t-take it." his hips stutter into your hand. smirking, you go faster, earning the loudest moan from him.

he was reaching one of the best orgasms he ever had, twitching and jerking beneath you. you attacked his neck, sucking harshly, making sure to leave a dark purple mark the next day.

"hmmph— (y/n), i—"

"come on, cum like the little slut you are." you whispered in his ears, now using both of your hands to fasten the pace.

and there he was, cumming all over your fingers, some even landing on your shirt but you didn't care. peter lets out the most angelic moan, his tensed muscles finally calming down.

eyeing him up and down, you went to the bathroom as peter relaxed down. you arrived back with some tissues and some hot water, handing him the cup of water, you cleaned the mess that you created.

you hear him place the cup next to the table before cupping your face and kissing you. you smile into the kiss, embracing this short intimate moment.

"so, how about i return you the favor?"

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[modernstoner]

sweet dreams | p.parker

peter had a nightmare which resulted in him, coming to you and cuddling.

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

warning: none, just a quick fluff ♡

w/c: 513.

a/n: hey guys, i'm back (but not for long) but i just opened tumblr and saw that i hit 1.4k followers. like what?! i never thought i would make it this far. this is so amazing and incredibly bizarre to me and i love every each of you ♡ thank you guys ♡

peter laid on his small bed, the moonlight hitting his face through his small window. he was sweating, twitching in his sleep due to the the awful nightmare he was having.

he was quickly woke up from his nightmare. breathing heavily as he looked around his dark room. he sighed in relief when he realize that it was just a horrible dream.

his arm flew to his side to get his girlfriend closer to him, only to see that you weren't there. furrowing his eyebrow in confusion, wondering where you could be.

his eyes landed on his alarm clock which showed 2:03 a.m. you weren't here with peter because you were at home, asleep.

peter debated if he should swing to your house and cuddle with you or just stay in your bed and hope forgot about the dream he just had. he knew that the only person who could help his scared, nervous state is you.

but, he didn't wanted to wake you up at 2 in the morning and bother you. so, he covered his body back with his blanket, closing his eyes.

after what if felt like hours, peter couldn't sleep. he needed you to be here with him. he looked back at his clock: 2:10 a.m. he loudly groaned, getting up from his bed, putting on a hoodie.

opening his window, he shot his web-shooters at some random building before swinging to it.

you were fast asleep, messy blankets around your legs but your sleep was disturbed by a noise. you fluttered your eyes, wondering where the sound was coming from.

until, you realized that the noise sounded like someone tapping on your window. you turned around to see your boyfriend, waving at you, signaling you to open to window.

you were confused why peter was knocking in your window at such ungodly hour. you rubbed your tired eyes, unlocking the lock, letting your boyfriend in.

"peter, why are you here..?" you yawned but peter didn't say anything, quickly wrapping his arm around your torso.

you felt him shaking a little which made you worried. "p-peter, are you okay?" you asked him, placing your palm on his cheeks, forcing him to look into your eyes.

"m'kay, just had a nightmare." his head goes to snuggling into your neck.

peter felt your muscle soften. "come on, let's cuddle on the bed." you whispered as he softly nodded.

you sat on the edge of your bed, opening your arms for peter which he immediately hugged. his hot breath hitting the crook of your neck, his arm hugging your torso, tightly as if he is afraid to let go of you.

you played with his brown curls. "you wanna talk about it?" peter shook his head. you kissed his temple, going back to playing with his hair.

you moved a little to go and grab a grey blanket that was beside you, covering the two of you completely.

your warm embrace, your sent was making peter feel protected. both of you stayed like this before drifting to off to sleep.

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[modernstoner]

nsfw content.

warning: smut. a bit of a sex talk. oral (f receiving), clit slapping, dirty talking?? dom!peter (obvi) its kinda bad ngl

pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader

w/c: 1.4k

a/n: yess thanks for the idea babe♡ i know guys, i have been gone only because i need a break and i missed you all so much. i'm still busy tho but i decided to write something bcs i wasn't gonna let y'all starve, so enjoy this quick mess i wrote at 4am with sleepy eyes and an empty brain. also, guess what guys. my gf found this Tumblr account and won't stop making fun of me for it, so i'm giving her a shout-out @secreteloisesmutreader and please go and support her arts on instagram at [here.] thank you and enjoy babes ♡

dating peter parker is one of the most amazing thing ever. he's always so sweet and gentle with you. whenever you need him, he's always there, by your side.

he's perfect for you and you're perfect for him.

one day, peter knocked on your window, making you turn to look at him. you saw him waving at you, signalling you to open the window. you rolled your eyes, thought nothing of it.

it was pretty normal for peter to sneak up to your window and stay the night.

"heyy." peter smirked as you opened the window. leaving a kiss on your forehead, wrapping his hand around your waist, grabbing you closer.

you smiled, "hey peter." you whispered around his neck since you're a bit shorter than him. peter saw you in your sweatshirt and your school skirt.

you never really bothered to take them off once you get home. you felt him tense up, straightening his posture.

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "you okay?"

"um, so (y/n), we uh—need to talk."

now, you were the one tensed up.

peter saw your reaction. "oh, gosh. no. no. that's not what i meant. oh my god, this was a dumb idea."

you relaxed a bit. "what is it?"

"I was hoping—like, us doing it..?"

silence.

you stood there, not knowing how to respond. don't get me wrong, you loved peter, but there was a bit of an insecurity issue when it comes to sex.

you've always overthought about it. back a while ago, before you met peter. your exes never gave you an orgasm. at first, you thought your ex was just bad in bed but after 3 exes and all of them never gave you an orgasm.

you started to panic.

is there something wrong with you? why was this happening to you? you wanted to go and visit the doctors but you were too embarrassed.

peter, obviously noticed your nervous and panic state. "did i say something wrong? like, i just thought maybe—"

"no, peter. i would actually love the idea of us doing it." you said, watching peter smile in the corner of his lips. "but, one problem." peter's smile dropped.

"i—uh, gosh this is embarrassing. i never had like a—i don't know how to explain it like, never had a proper orgasm?"

"oh, and...?"

you shook your head. "no, peter, you need to understand that if we have sex and i don't orgasm or come, it's not your fault, i think like there is something wrong with me." you started to ramble but peter didn't care about that.

"i can change that."

"huh?" you stopped rambling to look at peter who seemed to smirk cockily.

"you said you never came so i'll change that." he whispered, leaning in kissing you and you couldn't escape his warm lips touching you, kissing him back as you felt him smirk against your lips.

after a few seconds, he started to hiss your cheeks to your jawline and to your neck, sucking delicately which made you snap back to reality. "peter, listen, i'm being serious, i—"

"shh." he shushed you against your neck, sucking a bit harsher this time making you whimper a little. "do you wanna sit here and talk or do you want me to fuck you, hm?"

oh, how could you say no to that.

peter smirked once he saw you gave up, telling you to get on the bed as you obeyed him. sat on your bed, peter looking down at you as you were looking up at him.

he admired your beauty, how perfect you are. "look at you, all ready for me." his hand going caressing your cheeks and going down on your chest.

he saw you distracted by his touch, taking this opportunity to harshly spread your legs making you gasp a little.

his fingers finding your wet panties. he lets a low groan when he felt it. his eyes finding you, asking if you want it and you nod eagerly.

peter kneels down, taking off your panties and throwing them across the room, feeling his cold breath on your wet cunt made you shiver. "pete, please." you begged.

"as you wish." he yanks your hips forward, pulling your cunt directly to his mouth, he likes your slit and started with your clit, circling and sucking it. your one hand grabs his brown curls, the other supporting your body.

he dips two fingers in your fold, still sucking and torturing your poor clit. you let out a loud pornographic moan but quickly covers it with your hand, knowing if you are loud you might make up your parents.

peter gave you a warning look before going back to eating you out like a starved man. his fingers started to get faster and faster while his mouth focused on your clit.

you tried your best to keep your voice down but once peter hit your perfect g-spot, you couldn't help but to let moan which resulted in peter giving your slit a slap making you gasp at the sudden action but also moan at the pleasure.

"naughty girl, can't be quiet, eh? like it when i do this?" he slaps your clit again.

"oh—yes!" you cry, shaking in pleasure. his thumb started to circle your clit. peter loved seeing you like this. all under his control, squirming for him.

"quiet, princess. don't want your parents to come in catching you like this, right?" he questioned, but you were still processing the amount of pleasure he was giving you. "answer me, you slut."

he slaps your cunt again. "yes. yes, please, i promise i'll be quiet." you pleaded, tears in your eyes.

peter smirked, saying good girl before diving back. the room was filled by muffed moans. you felt an unfamiliar knot in your stomach.

"p-peter, i'm close."

he started to go faster and rough, knowing you are close now. him going faster made you squirm and whimper, your hands going to grab your sheets. "p-pete, i—"

"come." he demanded in a low groan and you obeyed. arching your back, you came all over peter's face. leaving you speechless. that quick?

you were never able to come or have an orgasm but peter gave you one this quick?

peter hovers over you, smiling like a proud man. "told ya."

you giggled, kissing him passionately, he was between your spread legs. you wrap your legs around his torso. you felt his fingertips gazing over the hem of your sweatshirt before taking it off, leaving you just in your bra.

"you know, it's really unfair that i'm the only one naked." you said, his forehead touching yours. you grabbed peter's shirt and took it off of him.

your hands immediately start to roam his abs. peter relaxed under your touch, sighing. "tell me what you want, baby." he whispers in your ear sending you butterflies.

"you, peter. i need your cock. please."

he grins at you, unbuckling his belt, getting a condom from his pocket. he drops his boxers, revealing his hard cock. yu watched as he rips the condom with his teeth.

"you ready?" peter asks and you nod. you felt the tip of his cock slowly enter you, soon sinking into you as both of you let out a moan of relief.

peter waited, patiently for this and now, his dream came true. you can feel him everywhere, your nails dig into his back. he started off slow, not wanting to hurt you but after he saw how desperate you were, he decided to surprise you with his hips thrusting

getting a breathy moan from you, arching your back. his hips started to snap and thurst faster and harsher as the seconds go by. he was hitting all the perfect spots, each thrust leaving you breathless.

tears stream from your eyes as he fucks you relentlessly. once again, the now-familiar knot started to form in your stomach. "p-pete, I'm so close."

"me too." he let out a grunt, still maintaining his speed. his finger going down to circle your clit, giving you overstimulation. you whimpered at the feeling.

"cum. make a mess on my cock."

that was it. before you knew it, both of you coming at the same time. both breathless, taking few minutes to take a breath. peter slid out of you, throwing the used condom to the bin before laying on the bed beside you.

he snaked his arms around your neck, pulling himself closer to you as both of your sweaty body touch. you didn't mind, going in to hug his torso, cuddling him.

"we should do this again sometimes."

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[modernstoner]

first time | p.parker

nsfw content.

summary: you and peter have been dating for a while and decided to take it to the next level, but the only problem is you are a virgin.

including: fem receiving, smut

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

w/c: 503

a/n: i read some of the request and y'all are down bad!!! i mean i'm not complaining tho *wink*wink* anyways this is just a quick thing i did before doing my hw, enjoy lil whores ♡

your chest rose and fell, your hands grabs his brown curls and your eyes closed, the amount of pleasure peter was giving you was unbearable. you glanced at your boyfriend, between your thighs, eating you out like a hungry man.

"you okay, princess?" peter asked, kissing your inner thighs, his cold breath hitting your clit.

"y-yes." you stuttered out through moans.

peter smirked in satisfaction, his thumbs circle your simulated clit in circular motion as his tongue fucks you leaving you breathless.

"p-peter, please." you pleaded, his eyes looking at you.

"what do you want, hm?" he says, teasing you.

"i want more. peter, please, i want m- i need more."

peter and you were dating for few months now, he was pretty experienced from his previous relationships, but you? not so much.

"are you sure, love?" peter questioned watching as you desperately nod and squirm under his touch.

"absolutely." you lift up your hips for any kind of friction which managed to get a low groan from peter. both of you made eye contact, knowing it was time.

peter leaned in and kissed your pumped lips, your hands going down to his belt, unbuckling it. you felt peter smirk against your lips. he stopped the kiss, taking off his boxer revealing his hard cock.

peter did not waste time spreading your legs, standing between them. the tip of his cock in your wet entrance, playing with you for a few seconds.

"i'll be slow on you." peter murmured, clasping his hand at the side of your head as he entered little by little.

your eyes turned glassy and you bit your lower lips from the pain. it wasn't horrible it felt a bit uncomfortable.

the sensation was new to you as you tried your best to get used to it.

"want me to move?" peter asked and you nod.

letting a gasp when you felt the first thrust. at first, it felt burning but as peter's hips snapped against yours, his movement becoming bit faster and your moans increase.

your head and your body was in a different world, all you could focus on was this moment.

peter hit your sweet spot, earning a loud high pitched moan from you. he smirked, knowing he found it. his harsh thrust focused on your sweet spot, his tip hitting it perfectly making you clench around him getting low groans and moans.

your back arched as you felt a tight knot in your stomach. peter obviously, noticed it. "come on, (y/n). let it go, cum for me."

hearing these words come out of your boyfriend's mouth made you even more turned on. you whined at the feeling of how your orgasm came.

peter watched your face scrunch up in pleasure, peter kissed your forehead. "that's it, that's a good girl." he whispered. peter came right after you.

both of you paused to take a deep breath, covered in each others sweats. you wrapped your hands around peter's neck, kissing his cheeks.

"want a round two?"

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one night gig | p.parker

nsfw content.

summary: peter is stressed due to school, after his friend, harry osborn suggested that he should have some fun.

including: smut (obvi) fingering, one night stand

pairing: aged up! peter parker x fem!reader

w/c: 1.2k

a/n: hello my fellow whores, you can picture any peter you want. andrew, tom, tobey ♡ anyways quick mention, since winter break started i'll try to be active but there will be times where my posts will delay because even tho i'm on my break, i'm still busy asf. also this one is kinda lazily written and pretty bad in my opinion cuz i wrote at 3am and was very tired, but i wasn't going to let y'all starve. anyways, enjoy my lil whores ♡

with a cold drink in your hand, you stood at the bar, watching your friends as they have to time of their life. you didn't feel like dancing, all you wanted was to drink all your problems away.

but the sour taste of alcohol was too much for your sensitive taste bud. so, you decided to spend the night with coca-cola.

your lips wrapped around the straw as you suck delicately. the number of people packed in one small place made the air hot and heavy, making it almost unbearable.

little did you know, someone had their eyes on you.

"dude, don't be a fucking pussy just go and ask her." harry shouted to peter through the loud music in the club.

peter sighed, debating if he should approach you or not. his roommate, harry osborn noticed how stressed and overworked peter was due to all the schoolwork.

"i don't know, i—"

"look man, i know school is important but sometimes it's alright to go out and have fun. no harm or shame in it." harry tried to convince him.

peter looked at harry and then at you. he had to admit, he did needed a bit of a stress reliever.

you circle your straw in your drink, bored. you felt a tap on your shoulder and you turned, thinking it might be one of your friends. however, the man you came face to face with wasn't anyone you've seen.

"h-hi, do you mind if i sit here?" peter stuttered, not used to talking to girls.

"uh, yeah sure, go ahead." you say, going back to your thoughts.

peter struggled to say anything for few minutes, looking back at harry who gave him a thumbs up. he took a deep breath, "so, you from around here?"

"yeah, you?" you asked him.

"I go to M.I.T so i'm pretty close." he replied as you made a thin line with your lips. "how about you?" he asks.

"boston uni."

you knew what this stranger's intention were, you aren't dumb but have to admit, this dude was pretty smoking hot.

both of you had some normal conversation, leaving some flirty remarks here and there. peter felt comfortable around you and you felt comfortable around him too.

"you want to head outside?" peter asked and you accepted his request.

when his fingers wrapped around with yours, tugging you out of the club, the excitement that had been building up was now pounding in your chest.

you knew what was going to happen, so did peter but neither of you complained or protested.

you two arrived at peter's small messy dorm since it was the closest. after closing his door, he smashed his lips with yours, sending you waves of butterflies.

while making out, both of you tried to take off each other's clothes. you undid his belt.

he grabbed you, making you jump a bit, taking it as a signal, you wrapped your legs around his torso, still kissing.

peter carried you to his bed, laying you on your back as he started to kiss and suck on your neck, his lips were on your neck but his hands goes lower.

his hand moves down your belly button, his fingertips graze the hem of your sweater.

"is it okay?" he asks, breathing heavily against your neck and you nod making peter smirk.

his two fingers gently press down on your clothed clit, and you whimper. you divert your attention to peter's movement. he slowly moves his fingers, but moves them back up. "can i?" he asks for consent.

you eagerly nod and he chuckles. he slides his hand down your pants, and he feels how soaked you are for the first time.

peter begin to rub your clit over the panties but this time you feel a bit more friction due to your sweats being out of the way. he stops abruptly, looking at you one last time.

"are you sure you want this?"

"ugh—just fuck me, peter."

he smiles warmly before leaning in, connecting his lips with yours. you bring your hand up to his face, peter felt your fingertips graze his jawline.

his hand goes back to rubbing you making you moan into the kiss, sending waves of butterflies to peter's stomach. peter took of your pants still kissing you, using his ring finger to push your panties aside and his middle finger glides through your fold.

your mouth hangs open, but your eyes fixated on him when he pushes one finger. you moan, loudly when he adds a second finger.

you latched onto his bicep, throwing your head when he curls his finger. his name and curse words spill out of your mouth.

peter felt your walls tighten, knowing you were close so he fastens his movement. you let out a high pitched moan as he pressed soft kisses your neck.

after you released, peter hovers over you, softly kissing your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck. he felt your hand snaking around his back, signaling him to take off his shirt. leaving him in his boxers.

peter smirk, noticing you were checking him up and down. who knew a dorky dude you met at a bar was jacked?

he looks at you as you look at him. sexual tension dancing in the air, you looked so hot, all naked for him.

he roughly spreads your leg, standing between them, his hand stretched to his bedside, getting a condom. (safe sex kids)

he rips the condom with his teeth, taking off his boxer. your eyes widened at the sight of him.

oh boy, this is going to be a long night.

peter fulls you closer, forcing your thighs to feel his hard cock. you feel his tip at your entrance, he slowly pushes into you. "oh—" you whine before peter fills you up.

both of you moan at the feeling. he waits for you to adjust to his size. "move, please." peter obeyed.

he slowly moving in and out of you, some thrust being rough and harsh. peter groaned, "you're so fucking tight." he moves faster making you moan.

the room fills with skin-slapping, low moans and groans. "mhmf—faster." you plead. peter nods, fastens his movement, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

peter noticed it, smirking as he started to speeds up watching as your eyes roll back at how good it feels. his tip repeatedly gazed at your spot. you feel the buildup in your stomach.

his head falls in the crook of your neck and you dig your nails deeper into his back. both of your moans become louder as you clench around him.

"i'm gonna—cum." you struggles to say between cries of pleasure.

"m-me too, ugh. cum for me, (y/n)." peter groans as he snaps his hips against yours few more time. you and peter release at the same time.

taking few moments to process, heavy breathing. peter slips out of you, throwing the condom in the bin next to the bed before laying next to you.

you're body was weak and tired but you turn to peter, wrapping your arms around his torso. his arms immediately goes around your neck.

harry comes to the dorm late at night, smiling proudly as he sees you cuddling with peter. cleaning few stuff around the dorm, grabbing the thrown clothes on the floor and putting them on peter's chair.

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Blood red, snow white| P.Parker

(a/n): Hello bitches, I found this in my draft and this was originally "hero x villain" but I changed it to Peter and (Y/n) because I write Peter Parker fanfics, enjoy<3

Summary: Peter loves you, but your the villain.

Warning: blood, angst

w/c: 360

The weather was cold, little drops of snow falling down the sky, making Peter shiver. Peter had unsheathed his swords in an instant, ignoring the chilly wind.

Peter had fallen for your naïve words before but not this time. You eyed Peter’s stance, almost lazily, while he glanced at the sword on your hip.

Why hadn’t both of you bothered to attack?

Each breath you took turned into smoke. Peter breathed steadily as you crossed your arms, probably waiting for a reply.

“Why would you even love me?” Peter sighed, pinching his nose, looking around the snowy forest.

“I don’t know. I loathe you, I hate you and I wish you’d never lived. You are like a poison that is eating me inside out but I can’t help but love the thrill.” Your words were laced with pure venom.

“It means you love rivalry. You don’t love me because you can’t.” Peter said. Saying those words almost broke him but he didn’t dare to show any kind of emotion.

Your gaze hardened but Peter swore something had crumpled inside you. He shrugged it off as a fleeting thought, convincing himself that it’s part of your plan.

Instead, you dropped your swords and started walking towards Peter, slowly. He was obviously confused, gripping tightly into his swords.

You pressed your palms against Peter’s swords, seemingly unconcerned by the blood it drew. “Then finish me. Finish me.” You said, fearless.

Your other hands curled over Peter's hand, so warm and soft. Peter ignored the burn of unshed tears in the back of his throat. You nodded, lacking the usual sinister glint in your eyes.

You were empty now, unsurprised and accepting of your fate.

Peter wanted to fling the sword away and rush into your arm, but the world was never easy. It could never be this easy.

“Go on.” You murmured, resting the tip of the blade against your sternum. “Do what you need.” So Peter did.

A trail of crimson in white snow leading to a crumpled, red pool around Peter's fingertips when pressure is applied.

The sword may have pierced through your chest, yet it pierced two hearts.

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Cheater| P.Parker

(a/n): Hola bitches, I deeply apologize for not being active much. I started a new school so I’ve been very very busy and sad. Enough about how pathetic I am, enjoy<3

Summary: You suspect Peter is cheating and your suspicion is right. 

Warning: angst. asshole! Peter

w/c: 711

~*~

"Do you still love her?" You asked Peter as he walked through to your shared bedroom.

Peter came home late, again. It was 1 a.m and you waited for him all day.

He didn't even take a glance at you just walking straight to the closet, taking off his black tie. "What are you talking about?" He sighs, his tone was pure annoyance.

You stood there, debating if you should ask him again. "Michelle. Do you still love her?"

This time Peter froze, turning his body to look at you, in the eyes. "A-Are you accusing me of cheating?" 

You shook your head. "I didn't say anything about cheating, Peter. I asked if you still love her." Your voice was harsh and cold, hiding all the sadness inside.

"No," Peter answered, going back to change his suit.

You were unconvinced. Lately, for the past few months, Peter had been working late. You first didn't suspect anything but he started to come home with a different cologne.

And, Tony Stark was having a nice fancy formal party at his big mansion and of course, he invited Peter and you, but the thing is; Peter didn't tell you.

You found out about the party while scrolling through Instagram. There was a video and behind it was Peter, dancing with an unknown female.

After that, you found a lipstick mark on one of his white collar when you were doing laundry.

It broke your heart into millions of pieces.

"Really? Are you sure?" Now, you were more demanding. You can feel Peter get angry but he didn't dare to show it.

He ignored you, quickly changing his clothes into his pajamas, going to the bathroom that is connected to the bedroom.

You followed him, crossing your arms, leaning against the door frame, watching him brush his teeth. 

"You're not going to answer my question?" You asked, slowly starting to become mad.

Peter spit out his saliva, cleaning his face with his towel. "No, because your question is bullshit."

"Just answer the question, Peter." You raised your eyebrows and Peter walked past you.

Peter scoffed. "I'm not in love with Michelle, (Y/n). Gosh! Who do you gotta be so possessive and jealous?" He threw his hand in the air, rubbing his jaw.

"I'm possessive and jealous? Are you seriously saying that I'm possessive and jealous because I asked you a simple q-"

"That is not a simple question! You're accusing me of cheating." Peter's started to raise his voice.

"Because you are cheating, Peter! I know that Tony invented both of us but you didn't tell me and went out with some woman!" You exclaimed at him, watching as his face fell.

"That woman is my friend!" 

"Friend as in mistress! You invited your mistress to that party." 

“I invited her because I know how much you dislike parties.” Peter excuse was an obvious lie.

You loved parties, especially when it’s a party with Peter. You were holding backs tears now. “Just tell me the truth, Peter. I know that woman is Michelle and I know that you two had sex because I saw the lipstick mark in your collar.”

“W-We didn’t have sex.” He mumbled under his breath.

Another lie.

You scoffed, sucking the inside of your cheeks. “Really? Then explain the lipstick that I found on your collar.”

Peter closed his mouth, looking down at his feet in shame.

“Fine. Answer again. Do you still love her?” Your voice was now quiet.

He struggled to let out a word. “No.”

“Okay. Do you love me then?”

Silence. Pure silence.

That was it. You got your answer. “’Was I not good enough for you?”

“N-No! You are good enough, it’s just me w-”

“If I was enough, why did you cheat?” You gave up holding back that tears, it started to come out of your eyes.

Peter stayed silent which made you realise that Peter never loved you. He just used you to get over Michelle. He made you believe that he cared for you.

“Wow. Someone you thought loved you was just actually just using you.” You sniffled, wiping off the endless tears coming form your eyes with your sleeve.

“I’m s-”

“I don’t need your apology.” You said. “All I want was for you to love me.”

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Grey Hair| P.Parker

(a/n): Hola bitches, sorry for not updating I wasn’t too motivated lately. THIS IS SO BAD BUT TRY TO ENJOY IT OML

Summary: While Peter was playing with your hair, he finds a grey hair and you have a quarter life crisis.

Warning: none. (Y/n) is bit dramatic lol

w/c: 687

~*~

You were tired. Like very very tired. You just wanted to relax in your dorm with your boyfriend, Peter. 

“How was school today?” Peter asked you, positioning himself so you and him could cuddle.

“Horrible. I witnessed Mr. Carson getting a blowjob under the desk.” You gagged thinking about it while Peter snaked his arm around your waist.

Peter’s eyes widened. “Seriously? Isn’t he like 60?”

“He is kinda hot.” You teasingly watched as Peter got jealous and threw a nearby pillow at you.

You dodged, getting up from the couch, getting into a fighting position. “Are you seriously going to fight me? Spider-man? A superhero?” Peter smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes. “You might be spider-man but I grew up with my grandma throwing slippers at me.” You got the pillow that Peter used it on you and you yeeted at him with all of your strength combined. 

Peter pretended to be hurt by yelling ‘ouch’ and fell on the ground, softly. “Oh my god. My girlfriend is stronger than me! Please, tell my family I love them. Our saviour and god, Lord Farquaad shall take me to the heaven.”

You were laughing your ass off at Peter’s dramatic but yet, ridiculous speech. “You’re saviour and god is Lord Farquaad?”

“Yeah, why not? He looks like Noah Schnapp when he was in the first season of Stranger Things.” He shrugged, fixing his messed up hair.

“Netflix really did him dirty with that hair.” You agreed, deciding to sit on the floor, your back against the couch.

“Your hair looks like shit.” Peter commented as you dramatically gasped.

“How dare you insult my gorgeous hair.” You flicked your hair as Peter rolled his eyes.

“Literally. It looks like shit. Let me fix it.” He said, siting on the couch and you sat between his leg.

His finger started to brush your tangled hair making you yelp in pain. He mumbled a sorry. You started to relax, Peter always did an amazing job comforting or relaxing you. You sighed, starting to fall asleep when Peter said; “Oh. My. God.”

“What?” You questioned, eyes closed, refusing to open them.

“I just found a grey hair.” He said. Now that has caught your attention. 

You opened your eyes, quickly getting up, looking down at Peter who was siting on the couch. “What?” You asked, carefully not to scare him.

Peter gulped, beginning to feel his palm sweat. “Grey h-hair in your h—”

“Oh my god!” You screamed in pure agony.

“(Y/n), baby, I — “

“I’m old!” You cried, kneeling down, putting your hand on your hair, rocking yourself back and fourth.

“(Y/n), It’s not a big deal. I—”

“Not a big deal?”

Oh no.

“Not a big deal? Really, Parker? I am becoming old. I—I’m dying.” You cried even more.

“You’re 22. You are not dy—”

“I can feel myself dying, Peter. I can see my grandma from Heaven.” 

Peter sighed, obviously regretting to mention about a one strand of grey hair. “Peter.” You said in a very warning tone.

Peter hummed in response, just observing your tears coming from your eyes. “If I die, Peter...you’re coming with me.”

Peter already knew you were going to say that but he couldn’t understand if it was a joke or not. “O-Okay. If it makes you happy.”

He watched as more started to come from your eyes. “No, you stupid simp. If I die, you find someone better—” You were cut by Peter kissing you.

You kissed back, a single drop of tear coming from your eyes and Peter wiped it off. “Find someone better? I guess I’ll die alone because I rather be dead with you, (Y/n).”

“Awwwww. Peterrrr.” You snuggled up to his chest. Both of you ignored the fact that you two were on the floor.

The rest of the night was more calming, little jokes here and there, talking about the future. You two slept on the floor, just cuddling with each other. Was it uncomfortable? Yes but both of you didn’t care because as long as you two have each other, everything is perfect.

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Princess| P.Parker

(a/n): Hola bitches, how’s your depressive life going? I made this because i had a dream about it last night, enjoy<3 (p.s i hate this omg its so horrible but try to enjoy)

Summary: Peter and the other meets the British Royal family.

Warning: fluff? idk 

w/c: 1,541 (sorry)

~*~

Everybody knows that The British Royal Family is one of the most powerful family’s out there. Even though, it’s the 21st century, they are still old fashioned people, still following the awful traditions.

“Do I look okay?” Steve asked the team for the 100th time.

Bucky rolled his eyes. "How many times do you ask this? You look alright expect for the tie.” He pointed out making Steve panic in return.

Steve never learned how to tie; Peggy always used to do it for him.

“Come on. I’ll help this grandpa.” Natasha said, motioning Steve to walk over to her.

All of the Avenger’s are in one of the most fanciest limo Tony owned. Everyone was in the car. Including; Peter Parker a.k.a spider-man.

It’s been a year after Peter revealed that he is spider-man to the whole world. Some people were mad since he was only 19 at the time.

Few minutes later, they arrived. The gates to the castle quickly opened, showing the big, tall, beautiful castle.

Avenger’s eyes widened and Steve was already starting to freak out even more. “Oh my god. I’m about the meet a Royal family!” He exclaimed.

Steve was over the moon when Tony told everyone they will be meeting the Royal family on Saturday.

But right at the moment, the Royal family was also freaking out. “(Y/n), sweetie! Are you do—” Your mothers words by interrupted by the sight of you walking down the stair.

“Oh, my sweet pumpkin. You look beautiful.” She always say that and you always feel flattered every time she says it.

“Mother, I think the dress is bit tight, don’t you think?” You asked her.

Your mother observed the dress. “I think it’s alright. Have you seen Elliot?”

Elliot, your younger brother with horrible anger issue and just happens to be one of the most arrogant people out there. He’s obviously going trough that teenage emo phase.

“Probably with father.” You sighed, the corset was bit too much. Your hair neatly styled into a bun.

Your mother walked up to you, letting few bits of hair fall. She kissed your temple. “Come get your father for me, would you?”

“Of course.” You said, grabbing a handful of your dress in order to help you walk. You figured he’s either in the garden or the library.

~*~

“Steve, leave the poor tie alone.” Tony demanded Steve who was trying to loose the tie.

“It’s chocking me.” He groaned, frustrated and everyone ignored him.

“Mr. Stark, any idea why the Royal family wanted to meet us?” Peter walked faster so he can walk beside him.

“Who wouldn’t? We are amazing. Well, it’s mostly me.” Tony answered with his usual cocky smirk.

“Please, you guys are nothing without me.” Wanda remarked and gave Tony an innocent smile which he ignored.

All of them were walking towards the castle. The castle’s big shiny door slowly turning big as each step they took.

~*~

“Dad, why do I need to wear this awfully designed suit that makes me wanna kill myself?” Elliot bawled, standing next to you.

“Don’t be dramatic, Elliot.” Your father rolled his eye, looking at his suit to see if there is anything wrong with it.

Everyone was standing next to each other, waiting to greet The Avenger's. There were few professionally trained guards, just in case.

The door opened, showing the Avenger’s walking towards them. The men in black fancy suits (which Tony bought) and the women wearing one of the nicest dress out there. It was shorter than yours which you quite envied.

You were out here, wearing a dress probably made in the 1800′s. It was likely the dress is haunted by the owner.

“Welcome! Tony, nice to meet you again.” Your father went to shook his hand while you and Elliot were nervously and awkwardly standing next to each other.

“You’ve met my wife!”

“Of course, nice to see you again, Charlotte.”

“Hi, Tony.”

“I’m Thor. I’m a god.”

“You’re Captain America!”

There were lots of chatters and small talk. Elliot looked bored, as always until his eyes landed on Winter Soldier. 

He nudged you with his elbow. “Look it’s my idol.” He whispered and you glanced at him. To be honest; he’s scary-looking.

Elliot went to fan girl over him. Bucky was obviously shocked that he had a fan but he was flattered. Elliot was rambling about how amazing the Winter Soldier is. (which he is not wrong).

You were out of the blue, standing there, playing with your fingers. Your eyes were on a certain young gentleman that seemed to be about your age.

Surprisingly, he looked back at you, making an eye contact. Iron man noticed you two staring and whispered something in his ear. His eyes widened, whispered back to Iron man.

The boy gave up, sighed and started to walk towards you making your knees go weak.

“H-Hi. I’m Penis P—No, I’m Peter, by the way.” He didn't know what to do so he bowed.

“We don’t do that here.” You said but it kinda came off as a harsh.

“Oh—right, sorry.” He immediately started to mentally slap himself.

“I’m (Y/n).” You leaned in to shake his hand.

“I know. Well, you’re the princess. Haha.” He saw the weird look you gave him. “O-Oh, I’m sorry, uhh—”

“Don’t apologise.” You smiled at him and it gave him millions of butterfly in his stomach. “So, you’re spider-man?”

This caught Peter’s attention.

“You know m-me?” He was stuttering so bad but he pretended to ignore the embarrassment he felt.

“Who doesn’t?” You laughed.

You two noticed how everyone was beginning to walk away to have some lunch. “Hey, you hungry?” He asked you.

“Not really. I ate a fat load of bacon in the morning.” You quickly shuts your mouth.

“Same. Well, since your not hungry, wanna ditch?” He raised his eyebrow at you.

You thought about it. Your mom and dad will be busy talking and probably won’t even notice spider-man and you gone.

“Alright but no funny business.” You joked, but half of you were not joking.

“Of course. Where is the garden?”

“At the back of the castle.”

“Can you run with that dress?”

“I’ll try.”

“Great.”

He grabbed your hand and ran. You and Peter were giggling and laughing while holding hands and running.

You have never ran in the castle and it felt amazing.

~*~

Peter slowly let go of your hand, looking around garden. He thought these kind of garden’s only exist in fairy tales. A big fountain in the middle, flowers, lots of them in a beautiful vibrant 

“Do you come here often?” He asked you.

“Sometimes. I like to read here.” You replied, softly.

He smiled. “Can you swim?”

“You sure do ask a lot of question, don’t you?” You smirked as he rolled his eyes. Peter was now more comfortable around you.

“Answer my question, princess.” His voice was low due to all the running.

“Yes.” You answered, noticed how dirty your dress was but you didn’t care.

“Good.” He said before pushing you to the fountain. You squeaked, falling into the working fountain. This is one of the most craziest thing you have done but you didn’t care, you were finally having fun. 

Peter was laughing his ass off and jumped into the fountain with you making a big splash.

“Peter! You and I are going to be in such big trouble!” You shouted because the fountain was making loud noise.

“What? I can’t hear you.” He shouted, obviously lying.

Your neat bun was now fallen and Peter couldn’t take his eyes off you. You looked so darn gorgeous in the sun that was shining your face.

“What?” You asked him, getting the attention of him.

He didn’t answer but leaned into you, lips almost touching. Your breath hitched, staring at his lips while he stared at yours. 

“Hi.” You whispered softly.

“Hi.” He replied. You two ignored the everything around, just focusing on each other. 

“Can I kiss you, princess?” Peter was secretly freaking out in the inside but he didn’t dared to show it to you.

“Yes.”

He nearly missed, his lips a tad too far left and his nose bumping against yours, but he persisted. His eyes were closed, like Tony had told him, but he could hear the crinkling of your smile as you manoeuvred your mouth into position, tilting your head so that your lips could meet his.

Your lips brushed his, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that he could feel the warmth of your skin, and the taste of your lip gloss.

“Are you going to tell the Queen about this?” Bucky asked Elliot. Both of them were looking at Peter and you through the big window in Elliot’s room.

“Honestly, no. I’ll give my sister her moment and then later on make fun of her.” He answered.

“Oh my god. Elliot, you got to have one of the most amazing toilet to ever exist. I just took the best shit of my life.” Sam interrupted, walking out of his bathroom.

Elliot and Bucky ignored Sam, staring at Peter and you. “What you weirdos looking at—oh, wow. The spider is getting it.”

~*~

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Here comes the sun| P.Parker

(a/n): Hola bitches, how’s your depressive life going? Anyway, I got asked if I take request, yes give me ideas people! 

Summary: Peter goes to an old record shop where he meets you.

Warning: none expect it’s really cringe (this is very lazily written lmao)

Word count: 983

~*~

Peter has found out Michelle likes the Beatles. He knew about the band but never actually listened to it. So, to impress her, he decides to to go this local record shop.

It was kinda far away. He had to take the bus and not the train. When he arrived, it was pretty noticeable that the shop was old. There were few shop around it like small Cafe’s and Flower shop.

He never knew Queen’s had such an adorable small town. 

It was Autumn, orange and yellow leafs were falling of the tree. It was bit of a windy day so he wore a cosy scarf and a dark green brown-ish jacket.

His red backpack was hanging by his shoulder as he gripped tightly.

He opened the door, ringing the tiny bell that was hanged in the entrance. The shop had few people inside, not a lot.

“Hello, welcome to Ralph’s record shop, how may I help you?” A voice called out Peter. 

He glanced at the person who said it, accidentally locking eyes with her. It was the cashier, her warm (e/c) looking at him, smiling at him.

“T-The bug, n-no, I meant the Beatles.” He nervously stuttered out making you snort in response.

“Oh, yes, my favourite bug band.” You teased him as he blushed in embarrassment. “Alrighty, follow me.” You motioned him to follow you.

He obeyed, walking towards you, looking around the somewhat aesthetically decorated shop.

“What kind of Beatles song you are looking for?” You asked him.

Now, what does he say? He literally doesn’t know any Beatles song and he does not want to embarrass himself again to this pretty girl that was standing beside him.

“T-The classic.” He replied and started to mentally slap himself.

“The classic?”

“Yes.”

There was no going back.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Can you give me an example?”

Peter thought, suddenly, he remember the time where Michelle was humming one of songs.

“The one that go; Hm-hmm-hmm-hm-do-do-do-dooo.” He hummed out the song as you cracked into a smile.

“You mean, Here comes the sun?” You questioned, going through the Beatles section.

“Y-Yes.” He answers, straight away.

“Now, tell me this, stranger. Have you ever listened to the Beatles?” You asked him and Peter doubted if he should tell you the truth or not.

Besides, why did he lie in the first place?

“Sadly, no, actually. A girl I like is coming to my house on Wednesday for a school project and she really likes the Beatles and if she sees that I have some few Beatles records in my house—”

You interrupted him, laughing as you cleaned the fake tears coming out of your eye, leaving poor Peter confused.

“I’m sorry.” You were still laughing. “It’s just that—why didn’t you just told me the truth?”

“I don’t know. I sometimes tend to get extremely nervous while talking to pretty girls-” Peter quickly shut his mouth when he said that, watching you as your eyes widened in surprised.

“I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know w-what got into me. Oh my god.” Peter stuttered out making you laugh even more.

You found him very dorkishly adorable. If that’s a word.

“No. No. No. No. No. No need to apologise for telling facts.” You started to calm your laughter down. “I do actually find myself pretty.”

“You are.”

“Thanks.”

Then there was silence. Not an awkward one, a comfortable one. Peter just admired you as you went through the record to find the song.

“A-ha! Found the song. Anything else, hm?” You handed him the song. 

Peter grabbed it and noticed how dusty it was so he started to blow the dust away not realising what a dumb move it was.

You coughed when the dust hit your face and Peter immediately stopped blowing. 

“Oh my god! I’m so so so so so sorry. Oh my god, why am I like this?” He started to panic while you placed your hands on his shoulder, you were still coughing.

He blushed a little at the contact.

“No. Don’t worry. It’s my fault. I should have cleaned it.” You cleaned your face with your sleeve.

“No, it’s not your fault. Uh- as a apology, I would like to get you a coffee, what do you say?” Peter had no idea where this sudden confidence came from.

“Hmm. I do fancy some cup of coffee. How about the one down in the corner?” You suggested.

“Sure, why not.”

“Wonderful, let me get my coat. Oh wait- you have to pay.” You said, walking to the counter.

“Oh, right, sorry.” Peter smiled and gets his wallet out to pay.

“That’s going to be 15$ since your paying for my coffee I'm giving you a discount .” You added and Peter gave 20.

After Peter payed he walked with you to the coffee shop, joking and laughing with you. He felt more comfortable around you now. The wind blowing your face making few pieces of hair get into your face.

He loved how gorgeous you looked.

“-and I was like dude what are you doing? Then he guy was like- is something wrong?” You saw how Pete was staring at your face.

“No, it’s just that you’re really pretty.” He blurted out.

You slightly blushed a little. “You keep saying that.”

“Cuz I’m speaking facts.”

Following days and months Peter went to the shop regularly. Not to buy record, just to see and talk to you. Soon enough, you gave him your number and you two started to text daily. 

One day, he had the courage to ask you on a date and you agreed. That day was probably the most stressful day he had. Trying on Uncle Ben’s nice clothes, giving Aunt May a free fashion show.

Now, Peter Benjamin Parker is proudly dating the one and only (Y/n) (L/n) and he couldn’t be happier to call you his.

~*~

[modernstoner]

Train| P.Parker

Summary: Kissing and holding hands with Peter while being on the train. Warning: Fluff, poorly written :( Word count: 478

~*~

Peter and you have been dating for few month now. And it’s the best thing that has ever happened to you. Peter is a sweetheart, we all know that.

He would always give you kiss on the cheek before you go to class, holding hands when he walks you to your next class. 

“It’s snowing.” You said, eyes glowing with excitement while Peter fixed your scarf that was around your neck.

School was over for the day, students running out of the building. You and Peter stood beside the school gate, talking.

“Hmm.” Peter only hummed in response. When he was done fixing your scarf, he looked at you with such admiration and love, it made you blush.

“Stop looking at me, you weirdo.” You smiled, hiding your face with your hand.

Peter shook his head. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“You always say that.” You rolled your eyes, placing your hand on your cheek  due to the cold weather in Queens.

“Because it’s true.” He beamed and you give him a quick peck on the cheek. “A kiss on the cheek? Come one, (Y/n) you can do better than that.” He said, you knew what he meant by that.

You giggled and kissed him. He immediately you kissed you back, interlacing his hands with yours, swinging and twirling.

“Get a room, Parker!” Flash shouted while passing us with his expensive car, or his dad’s expensive car.

You two peacefully ignored him, being used to all the teasing and bullying he does.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home.” He kissed your temple.

“You don’t h— “

“Shh. That’s what a good boyfriend does.” He smiled before holding your hand and started walking.

~*~

The train was very crowded with all different people. Peter grabbed the train pole as you stand beside him.

You decided to put your hand in his pocket where his hand was located. You leaned in, close to Peter's ears. “Do you wanna spend the night?” You whispered to his ear, not wanting stranger hear.

“A-At your place?” He whispered back.

“Yeah.”

“Would your dad be okay with this? He questioned as you gripped tightly on his hand.

“Dad likes you, don’t worry.” You giggled.

 Your lips brushed his, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that he could inhale your breath, feel the warmth of your skin.

He closed his eyes. Your kisses was like a drug to him, he could never say no to them. You are just so dang addicting.

His lips were chapped but you didn’t care.

“People—are looking—(Y/n).” Peter said between the kiss.

“Let them.” You breathed, giving him a last good kiss making him whine at the lost of contact of your lips.

You chuckled. “You’ll get plenty more when you spend the night.” You teased him as his face turned red.

“I hope so.”