#expecting peter to get his ass kicked here

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Peter Puckett

I haven't finished paranatural as of submitting him, but he seems great. His life's dream is to own a convenience store. He loses 2 games of monopoly in 5 minutes by trying to buid a tower worthy of his power. He plays swords with his kids. When one of his kids wants to visit they're old town he plans the trip in like a day no questions asked. He's a cringefail man with a heart of gold.

hot single widower dad in your area. doesn't know that his son is a weird psychic, but knows he would still love his son if he was a weird psychic. once squeezed pizza grease into his daughter's cup of soda.

Vergilius

ok he's scary but he is so dad-coded. kind of sharp-tongued and emotionally distant but he has a soft spot for the bus driver. basically his daughter atp. in chapter one of "leviathan" he goes to visit an orphanage on christmas in a santa hat. he keeps a photo of the orphanage kids in his pocket even after the orphanage was destroyed..

he counts as a dilf because he volunteered at an orphanage <3 looks miserable but kids love him he looks like shit and i’m madly in love with him he looks like he stood in the rain for 4 hours straight he’s my wife my girlfriend my babygirl skrunkly mipy blorbo (he’s killed hundreds of people)

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No, You Don't

Day 3 of Kink-Tober - Bondage

Summary: You knew he was crazy for you, but not that crazy.

(Find What I’m currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Parings: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: (Lmk if I missed any) Stalking, implied murder, blood, revolution, pv (Not very long), intruder, drugging, language, cheating, and finally, bondage kink. (I absolutely hate this, but lmk how you guys feel).

Main tags: @cellyx33 @shybluebirdninja

Word Count: 3295 (Find my Kink-Tober list here)

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He had everything figured out. It was the perfect plan to ask you to Prom. Everything was going to plan, at least on his side. He had already bought some flowers, and he made a poster all by himself (with a little help from Ned), so now all he needed to do was find you, ask you. Tell you his lines, the ones he rehearsed in front of the mirror about a thousand times. He knew exactly where you were right now. As soon as he turned the corner, he knew you would be standing at your locker. But he pauses. His eyes glued on you and…

Flash…?

What were you doing… his hands on your waist, and his lips connected to yours. Peters turns back around, using the wall as his shield.

He thinks about it. He wasn’t sure whether or not it was even true. It made no sense to him, he never expected you to kiss Flash of all people. But he knew he would have to do something about it. Something to ensure you were only his…

“Hey!” You hear his footsteps behind you before he stops in front of you, a huge smile on his face as his body keeps you from walking any further. “Hey, where are you going?”

“Home, Peter. I’ve had a long day.”

“Yea, I heard what happened, I’m sorry.” He steps aside, and starts walking next to you. He’s been rather clingy this week.

“It’s not that big of a deal, why are you apologising?”

“Well I know how bad you wanted to be in the play.”

“Not bad enough to care.”

“Then what’s bothering you?” You.

“I’m just tired, exams really snuck up on us this year.” You throw him a lame excuse, hoping he would just leave you be.

Obviously you didn’t hate him, but you weren’t exactly close to him either. You had no fucking idea who he was until he randomly decided to start popping up behind you in the halls, asking you random questions, or telling you random things about yourself, then the second Flash showed up, he shuts up, and leaves. It was weird, and you didn’t think much of it. You had even told Flash about it, which he wanted to kick Peter's ass, but you easily made him drop the situation, deciding it would be best to ignore it.

“Yea…” His voice goes quiet, and you know Flash is nearby.

“Hey baby…” Flash wraps his arm around your waist and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Hey loser.” He nods towards Peter, who offers him a half-witted smile and nod.

“Sup Flash.” He shuffles awkwardly on his feet. “I’ll uh… I’ll catch you later Y/N, nice seeing you.” Peter turns, walking in the opposite direction from the exit.

“He’s so weird.”

“Hey don’t mean!” You smack his arm jokingly, his arm moving to go around your shoulders and press another kiss to your head.

“What? I’m not wrong. You know he’s fucking weird. He follows you everywhere you go.”

“I know… I think he’s just lonely.” You shrug, walking out the door as he holds it open for you.

“I’m still taking you home right?”

“Yes Flashy.”

“And date night tomorrow?”

“Of course.”

Well shit… You groan, rolling onto your back, letting the outfit you had planned for tonight fall onto the ground for you to pick up later.

It didn’t bother you much that he cancelled the date the first time. Then there was a second time, then a third, and this was the fourth time. You were starting to get annoyed. It was a different excuse every time. There was first studying for an exam, he didn’t even show up to school the next day for the exam, then there was his dad in the hospital for breaking his arm, the next day you saw pictures on his facebook of him playing golf, last time is was his car broke down, and he didn’t want you driving because your car was in the shop, and now this.

Of course, you didn’t believe him. His mother always got back from work at 7PM, and the date was planned for 8. Also, you knew there was Saturday school today because your bestfriends little brother went there every Saturday. You are honestly debating just ending the relationship.

But he’s so sweet. You think to yourself, turning onto your side and hugging a pillow as you keep yourself from crying over some stupid boy. You’d been with him for three years now, and he wasn’t such a jerk in the beginning.

When you first started dating, he would show up randomly at your house while you were in your pyjamas and minion slippers eating pizza for breakfast, a beautiful set of flowers in his hands, a new one every week to replace the old ones. Now he doesn’t even buy you water. You knew something was up when he stopped throwing his arm over your shoulders in public. He’s only been doing it since Peter has been hanging around you.

Peter.

God he was annoying. Where did he even come from? You were just chilling in the halls looking through your locker like it was a fridge and some random snack would eventually appear, then he was there, with that stupid smile on his face that made him look like the most innocent puppy, the most adorable stupid smile, and all he said was ‘hi.’ before awkwardly walking away, you could swear he was sweating bullets.

You knew he liked you. He couldn’t possibly make it more obvious. With his daily goodmorning texts that you’ve only responded to about 3 times in the past two months, and nightly goodnight texts, and the three times a week good afternoon text when he wakes up late. You haven’t even put his name as a contact in your phone, you know that would only piss off Flash when he does his weekly “Do you have any boys in your contacts?” check every Monday.

Wow.

You lie there, staring at the wall.

How stupid were you? You were in one of the most toxic and un-trustworthy relationships possible and you’re only just now noticing it?

You put your all into Flash, making sure he was okay every second of the day, always the one planning days out. You were even expected to pay for the dinner tonight. Stupid considering he was the rich one in a big house.

You pick up your phone to check his location, he was home, and his little brother was at school. His parents were working.

You sigh. His little brother is at school. A bing comes from your phone, your friends name popping up as a notification: Hey, still going out with Flash tonight?

You toss your phone to the foot of the bed and sit up, not caring when it bounces off the mattress and falls to the floor and under the bed. That piece of shit. He was cheating on you. It was obvious, and you’ve deflected that thought a thousand times, you’ve never wanted to believe it, so hearing it was enough for the waterworks to break, thanking God you were home alone so you could cry as loud as you want, which you do.

Leaning back against your headboard, your hands move to your eyes as tears begin to fall down your cheeks, an occasional sob coming from your throat as you stand up. You were so fucking done. You take some jewellery from your desk, necklaces and bracelets he had bought you when you first started dating, and you throw it into a bag, then you storm over to your wardrobe and you find two hoodies that you had borrowed from you, tossing those next to the little plastic bag, your tears still falling from your eyes and clouding your vision as you curse profanities and complain about what’s happened. Then you freeze.

Your parents weren’t supposed to be home, but the sound of the floor creaking just outside of your room has your heart stopped. You were never a fan of being home alone, making every little sound scare the shit out of you.

But this wasn’t just a little sound. It was the creak of the floor, just a few inches from your door on the right most piece of wood that had made the sound, and that only happens when it’s been walked on. So yea, you were scared, and confused. Someone was outside your door.

“Layla?” You shout out, thinking maybe your sister got home from school early, but there’s no response. “Mom…?” Your voice begins shaking, and you reach back inside of your wardrobe, gripping the neck of a metal bat before approaching your door. “Is that you Hank?” You call another name, your dog's name, then your heart skips as you head quick heavy steps running down the hallway, and back down the stairs. “Alexa, lock the front door!” You shout, not sure why. You want them to leave, but you just lock the door and you dart down the stairs, following the sound of your dogs growling. You turn the corner and there Hank was, his hair standing on his back and his ears pinned to the back of his head. He was a big dog, a German Shepherd with a damned strong bite force. Something your moms ex found out the hard way. But Hank wouldn’t attack without a command, so he stood there, blocking the exit as he stared up and the man dressed in all black, a hoodie over his head. “Who are you?” You shout, gripping the bat harder as you prepare to help your dog fuck this dude up.

“I uh… I don’t want any trouble. I tried knocking but you didn’t answer, and the door was unlocked.” It was true, your mom never locked the door behind her when she left to work.

“So you think it’s okay to just walk in?” Your voice is stern, and you approach him, his eyes landing on your bat “Hank, go lie down, good boy.” You tell your dog, and he hides his teeth before leaving the door, giving the man a little side eye before walking away.

“I don’t want any trouble, I was just worried…” His voice cracks mid sentence, and you swear you recognised the voice. “P-Peter…?” He’s silent as he drops his hands and stares at you. He looks back at where your dog was standing before removing his hoodie. “What the fuck are you doing in my house?” You shout as he walks towards you.

“You weren’t answering me texts, and they weren’t going through. I was worried.”

“So you come into my home uninvited?” He doesn’t say anything again, and his eyes drift down to the metal bat in your hand, which you keep a nice grip on.

“I’m sorry…”

“Get out.” You tell him, pointing towards the door he came in through.

“I just wanted to talk.”

“Well I don’t, get out.”

“I have a gift for you.” Of course he did.

“Look, I get you’re trying to be friendly, but I have a boyfriend, Peter.”

“No, you don’t.” His voice lowers, almost sinisterly as he approaches you, a little too close for comfort as you take a single step back. “Can we go to your room? Your dog is…” He turns around, his eyes landing on the dog who’s cautiously watching him. “A little paranoid.”

You think about it for a moment before sighing. What harm could he possibly do? You wonder, then turn towards the stairs as you lead him up to your room, the rightmost piece of wood creaking under your weight, and he closes the door behind him for you.

“What’s in it?”

“It’s a surprise, but do you have a restroom I could use first?” He asks, and you look him up and down, not sure you trusted him enough to even use his restroom, and you notice his gloves.

“Yea, it's over there.” You nod your head towards a closed door in your room, and he goes into it quickly after he places the box with a little pink bow on your desk.

What could he have possibly gotten you? You trail your fingers over the little pink bow on the white box, and curiosity gets the best of you, your index finger and thumb pulling open the bow, and then you open the box. The item inside is covered by black feathers, so you push them aside, and the second your eyes catch what's in the box, you’re horrified. An immediate sick feeling bubbling up through your stomach as you cover your mouth and involuntarily gag. That was a fucking finger. You tell yourself, sickened, but it wasn’t the worst part. The promise ring on the finger was Flashes. It was a little cold band, adorned with a little pink heart, and cute diamonds curling around the band itself. You had the same one on your ring finger.

You had to get the fuck out of there. You tell yourself, but your hand pauses just before you touch the door handle, which was covered in some sort of white shit. Spider webs? You tilt your head in question. Your phone. Where was your phone? You quickly make your way to your bed, tossing the sheets around in search of your phone, then the bathroom door opens. Peter stepped out, his hoodie off in place of a grey shirt you’ve seen him wear often, but it never had the dark stains on the front that it did now, and his presence immediately makes you back away from your bed, and to the other side of the room to create distance.

“I said it was a surprise.” He sighs, tossing his hoodie to the floor before reaching up and removing his shirt, leaving his chest naked. He was fucking built.

“You need to leave, Peter.” Your voice shakes, but it’s confident.

“Come on now, he was cheating on you. He deserved it.” His voice lowers as he stalks towards you, only stopping when your back hits a wall. You hear your phone buzz, and behind him you see the screen light up with a text from under your bed. You had dropped it earlier.

“Peter-”

“Shh…” He shushes you, pushing his lower body against you, still dressed in your pyjamas. “You deserve so much better than him.”

“Peter, leave. Now.” You whisper, your intent was to shout, but you can’t seem to with his proximity. It made you nervous.

“I just wanna touch you…” He tells you, one of his hands reaching to gently touch your waist.

“This is your last warning.” He chuckles, he thinks you’re joking. Fine. You tell yourself. I warned you. Your knee comes up, striking him in his stomach and he groans and curls over in pain as you rush over to your bed, your fingers an inch away before some sort of white string, the same on the handle of your door, shoots out and grabs your phone, looking back, it was now in his hand, the little white web connected to it.

“I tried to do this the easy way.” He squeezes your phone, and it crushes in his hands. “But I’m done waiting.” He growls, moving back towards you as you try to crawl away, but he grabs your ankles and yanks you back before reaching down and pulling you up by your hair. “You don’t want to behave? Fine.” He tosses you onto the bed, moving you and manhandling you with his strength as he moves you to take off your shorts and top, leaving you in your red lace set. “See how pretty you are? Fuck.” He groans a little before bending down, leaning to lick a place between your thighs.

“Peter!” You shout, attempting to back away, but his grip moves to tighten on your waist.

“Just stay still…” His voice shakes with urgency, “I need to have you, I can’t wait any fucking longer…” He groans, pulling you close and forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist before pushing his lips to yours, your hands instinctively pushing him away, but his hand just moves up, wrapping around your throat to keep you close, and you continue batting at him, but he seems locked onto you. “Stop fucking fighting me…” His voice shakes more, he’s desperate, you realise as he starts to hump you, your centre still covered by your thin lace panties, you hated to admit it, but it was turning you on. “Take these off…” He demands, but begins to do it himself, leaning back to hook his fingers through the lace of your panties before tugging them down your thighs, your hands swatting at him the entire time. “That's enough…” He growls, lifting you by your thighs as he throws you further back onto the bed, then he grabs your wrists and pins them against the bed frame.

“Fuck- Peter-!” Suddenly, your mouth is covered by more of the webbing as it shoots from a device on his wrist, then your wrists are also covered by the thick webbing, making it impossible to move your arms at all.

“Just stay still… We both need this.” You groan, the sound stifled by the webbing on your face. “You’ll love me when you feel how much better I am than him…” He reaches down and undoes his jeans, the sound of his zipper seeming to cloud your head before he slides the jeans down with his boxers, his cock springing free from it’s confinement, and he gives it a few strokes before inching closer to you, the sound behind the webbing on your face becoming more desperate. “God girl, staying so still…” He presses a kiss to your head as he lines his cock up with your pussy, seemingly admiring it as he strokes his dick. “Such a pretty pussy…” He whispers against your ear, then he slowly begins to slide his cock inside of you, not wasting any time in pumping in and out of you as he fills you perfectly. “Feels so good…” He groans, but it turns into a moan as you feel him already leaking inside of you. That was fast. You look him in the eyes as he pulls out faster than he’d gotten inside of you, his eyes meeting yours. “Fuck I’m sorry… You just feel so fucking good…” He groans, leaning down to press kisses to your throat and down your collar bone, and you’re frozen in fear, and in second hand embarrassment.

He reaches up, and tears the string off of your mouth, a whine coming from your lips as it painfully pulls on your skin, and you part your lips, short breaths leaving your throat as you sit with him between your legs, not sure what to do.

“I’m sorry baby I-”

“Get the fuck off of me…”

“Don’t talk to me like that…” He warns, pulling his pants back up with his boxers before reaching into his back pocket.

“I said get the fuck off of me Peter-” Your voice catches in your breath as he holds two little capsules in his hands, tearing one of the plastic things open with his teeth before attaching the needle to the bottle in his other hand.

Oh shit, oh shit.

“Won’t be such a smart mouth after this, will you?” He takes the lid off the needle with his teeth, then sticks it into the side of your neck, making you yelp, and of everything that’s happened today, that had to be the worst part.

 You fucking hated needles.

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Frat! Peter who basically kicks you out after doing the due but things shift a little bit and he’s warming up to you right? So after sex they talk a little bit and that’s when reader gets up to put her clothes back on, and Peters like “🤨 the fuck are you doing? We were talking” and readers like “:0 oh” and gets back in bed for a cuddle (and maybe they fall asleep together)

Idk idk. I was the one who requested the Toxic! Peter ask a while back, so if you couldn’t tell this was another maladaptive daydream scenario :D. Have a good day

eeeeeee hehehe i love this *giggles and twirls hair* okay so..

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“Has the sun gone down already? Fuck Emma is gonna lose her mind.”

 You rushed out, your body moving just as fast as the words falling out of your mouth. Your clothes had been scattered around the floor: shirt tossed onto the footboard of Peter’s bed, your underwear even tossed onto the open windowsill. You were sure you would get all kind of comments from Peter’s brothers. 

Reality was Emma, your roommate, wouldn’t care where you were. She never expected you to come home after hanging out with Peter, but you always did. You just liked to use Emma as an excuse to end your hook up with Peter as easily as possible. You wanted to stay, trust you wanted to stay. However, Peter was clear his room was his space and you were not wanted in his space unless explicitly stated. It took you a couple weeks to catch on, after trying to cuddle with him multiple nights in a row failed you figured you’d save your ego from another bruising and leave before he could ask. 

“You don’t wanna hear the rest of my story?”

There was a fragility to his voice he looked up at you with his big doe eyes, and you swallowed your pride. “I didn’t even get to the good part, you didn’t even answer my question about how your day was. You can’t leave yet. I won’t allow it.”

His hand reached out and grabbed your hip, the skin where he grabbed going warm. You swallowed what was remaining of your pride and grabbed his wrist. 

“But your rule.” You whisper in return, thumb stroking the underside of his wrist. 

“Fuck the rule. I want you, in my bed, where it’s warm and you aren’t walking away from my conversation. Now get your ass back in here.” 

“Oh..” Was all that you could manage out, crawling back into the soft gray sheets. Your legs intertwining with his, head laying against his arm. 

“Now I’ll finish my story after you tell me how your psych test went.”

You smiled and started recounting your day following up to and after the psych test, even mentioning how you forgetting to turn your phone off during the test and Peter calling you almost costed you your grade. 

You listen to the rest of his story about how he, Miles, and Harry had been trying to get everything together for the party this weekend and Miles got his fake I.D. taken away. You smiled adding commentary here and there, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence besides the soft mumble of the sitcom on the TV. It wasn’t long before either of you were asleep.

The next morning you woke up to Peter turning off your alarm, his lips pressing to your forehead mumbling something. The weight of the mattress shifted as he got up and walked to the bathroom. You tucked your head under the pillow listening to the shower turn on. 

“Come on bashful, get up. Shower and we gotta get to class.” 

You smile as you peek out from under the pillow, maybe waking up in the Theta Tau house isn’t so bad after all.

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Bat Family Olympics

I came up with this based off of all the stuff I've been seeing about the Olympics and a few posts about the bat-family participating in the Olympics. And I couldn't help myself because I'm slowly being pulled back into this fandom (not that I ever really left, I basically just went on holiday.) So here is a very quickly put together list of the bat-family, and friends, and the Olympic sport I think they would participate in.

Bruce- I think Bruce would be really good at Sport Climbing because of all the grappling and parkouring he does around Gotham. I just don't think that he would come in gold though, maybe bronze, and it's a hundred percent because he's trying not to give the citizens of Gotham any more reasons to suspect that he's Batman.

Alfred- He's one of the older competitors at the Olympics and everyone expects him to be competing in a sport that would more suited for his age. So they're all incredibly surprised when he walks out to compete in Boxing. Even better is he wins Gold and the entire crowd goes nuts because it was the absolutely most nail-biting fight they've ever witnessed because it's Alfred against this young guy who looks like he could run circles around Alfred any day of the week. Little do they know Alfred has more than enough experience from having lived in Gotham and having experienced his fair share of break-ins at the manor. Side note: While everyone else is cheering the rest of the bat-family (while thrilled for Alfred) are busy remembering why it is they fear Alfred more than Bruce.

Selena- I went back and forth on a couple of different sports for Selena before I ultimately decided that she would kick ass at Surfing and absolutely take Gold in it. I have no other reasons for it other than I just think she would be good at it, that she would look good in a bathing suit (obviously,) and that she probably had opportunities to learn when she was taking her eccentric vacations outside of Gotham.

Dick- This one is going to be obvious but honestly it's his fault and that is Gymnastics. I believe the reasons behind this are self explanatory honestly. He does take gold though as to be expected.

Jason- Again another self explanatory one because hello he uses guns and he gets the gold. He is the only one however that has to participate under a different name because while Gotham may have accepted the fact that Jason just miraculously came back from the dead and that the rest of the Wayne family are just pretending that nothing every happened. The rest of the world and the legal system have not so as far as the rest of the world is concerned Jason Todd is still dead. He does however have a twin brother named Peter Todd who is an Olympic champion in shooting.

Tim- I didn't really know what to give Tim because there's no Olympic sport for hacking yet so I decided to give him Cycling Mountain Bike. In part because I thought it would be funny, and also in part because I think he needs the adrenaline rush of hurling himself down a mountain with very little protection to feel alive. He places Silver and oddly enough still doesn't feel anymore alive.

Steph- Does weightlifting. She doesn't look like she does so everyone just assumes it's kind of a joke when she steps up for the weightlifting portion of the Olympics. But little do they know that she weight training with the fridge of man we call Jason Todd, she's just all lean muscle. So when she lifts this weight that is easily three times her own body weight the crowd looses it much like with Alfred, and Steph goes home with the Gold. And Jason is standing off to the side beaming with pride.

Damian- Again self explanatory because he does fencing. He does it mainly because it's a good, approved, way of hitting people with a sword. It may not be his katana but it'll do. He also thinks it's one of the more dignified and better sports of the Olympics. And yes he does take the gold. An Al Ghul and a Wayne would settle for nothing less.

Babs- I think she would do Equestrian and I think it would be a hundred percent because she had a horse girl phase growing up and she always wanted a horse of her own but was never able to get one growing up in the city and on a cop's salary. She doesn't get the gold, doesn't even really place if she's being honest, but boy howdy is she happy she got to participate in it to begin with.

Cassandra- She went back to her roots (I think they're her roots, I'm a little rusty on my knowledge outside of like the core five) and decided she was going to do Taekwondo. And she absolutely kicks ass at it and easily walks away with Gold.

Duke- I didn't know what to do for Duke, and I didn't want to do something stereotypical like basketball so I went to the left field and decided that Duke would play Handball. He stumbled across the sport on total accident through tik tok but now that he's started playing it he absolutely loves it. It's also a good way for him to get better at throwing things (i.e. batarangs) with more precision and accuracy. His team actually manages to take the Gold at the Olympics too.

Kate- I admittedly don't know much about Kate outside of one batman animated movie that I vaguely remember and what I vaguely remember is that she was angry and grumpy. So I feel like Hockey would be a good sport for her to work out some of those emotions. I also understand that this is a Winter Olympic sport (pretty sure anyways) so she spends the Summer Olympics cheering on the rest of her family. However when the Winter Olympics come along she absolutely dominates on that ice and for sure wins Gold or Silver.

I did these next ones for funsies.

Harley- I think she would do wrestling and she would be a little terrifying at it too honestly. She gets silver but it's only because of a technicality .

Ivy- She does volleyball if only because it's the most environmentally friendly one and doesn't involve riding over/trampling plants like Tim's sport does. Plus she enjoys being in the sun after being stuck in the smog and fog filled city that is Gotham. She gets bronze but only because she kept getting distracted by the sun and would just randomly stand there soaking up rays.

Roy- He does Archery. Side note: Oliver also does archery and him and Roy have mad beef and are constantly trying to one up each other when they compete against one another. So far their amount of Gold medals are tied but Roy maintains that he's still the only one who hasn't ever gotten a bronze medal unlike Oliver which is a whole other story in of itself.

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Slumber Party & Prankss

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Summary:  You and the ladies were finally having a slumber party to get away from the men but little did you know, Sam and Bucky were up to something

Word Count: 929

Pairing: Wandanat x reader

Warnings: Spiders, Bucky and Sam pranking reader, Wanda kicking their ass for it, Talks of drinking

“Okay ladies, I have the popcorn, the drinks, the candy, am I missing something” Pepper asked as she set down everything on the table of the living room. “The real drinks Pepper, we need alcohol” Valkyrie said as she sat down on the floor. “No, no drinking tonight ladies, you guys do that every day when you reunite” Wanda and Nat looked at you and Carol, Valkyrie always dragged you two into drinking on the rooftop. 

“What movie are we watching, anyway?” Carol asked as she scrolled through the movie options, “I wanted to do a Harry Potter marathon” Pepper answered making everyone protest. “Oh come on guys, we only watched the 1st and 2nd one last time, you can’t just watch the first two and stop” “Yes you can” Nat said smiling as Pepper kept arguing. Little did you guys know. Sam and Bucky were planning something. 

“Who are we going to prank though?” Sam asked, making Bucky shrug. They were sitting in Sam’s room playing video games, Bucky of course still confused on the controls. “Can’t prank Pepper because Tony will cut our budget, Carol will destroy this whole tower if we do something, Valkyrie literally has no fears and isn’t scared to kill us, Nat and Wanda are too scary. Y/N?” Sam looked a little scared, “Wanda and Nat will kill us if we did that, unless we get her away and bribe her not to tell them after,” Bucky nodded, “What is she scared of?” Sam smirked, “Spiders, fucking terrified of them, should have seen her when Peter brought his tarantulas this morning,” “Is Pete still here?” Sam nodded, “He’s in the lab with Tony,” Bucky stood up and started walking to the lab. “Let’s do some negotiating,” 

Bucky and Sam were able to bribe Pete into giving them his tarantulas and were deciding on where to set it up. After some arguing they decided to do the prank in Sam’s room. They put them in Sam’s bathroom and Bucky grabbed them out of their container and set them down. They decided they were going to go down there and ask you to come check out some of Sam’s outfit ideas for a “date” he had. 

Once they stepped foot in the living room they were quickly met by protest from all of you. “Did you not see the no boys allowed sign outside” Carol said as she threw popcorn at them. They held their hands up, “We just need Y/N” Sam explained, making you raise your eyebrow. “Why?” you asked as they expected you would. “I have a date tomorrow, and I need your advice on some outfits, you know how bad Bucky’s fashion is” all the girls let out a ‘ooo’ sound at Sam’s statement. “Okay Sammy, let's go then” you jumped up and skipped out of the living room. 

“Who’s the lucky person?” you asked, “oh, someone I met at the park, um, Y/N” he asked, getting nervous about pulling this off. “Yeah, Sammy?” you asked. “Can you get my tie from the bathroom?” you shrugged and did it. Bucky walked close behind ready to close the door, “Where is i- HOLY SHIT. SAM THERE'RE SPIDERS” You yelled ready to run out but Bucky closed the door before you could and held it closed. “BUCKY. NO” you yelled crying as you banged on the door. You quickly jumped on the sink and stared down at the spider’s that were just crawling around minding their own business. After a couple of minutes they finally decided it was enough and opened the door. 

“Wanda! Nat!” you yelled and ran past them once they opened the door, “Wait Y/N” Sam yelled as Bucky zoomed to you and grabbed you and shut your mouth before you could get to the elevator. “Y/N, stop” Bucky whispered in your ear and felt bad as you cried more. “Calm down” he comforted but little did they know, you were telepathically communicating to Wanda. 

It wasn’t long until you guys heard the elevator beep and then came out an angry Wanda and Nat who looked at the scene of Bucky holding you down with a hand over your mouth and Sam trying to bribe you with money and tickets to see Taylor Swift. “What do you think you're doing?” Nat demanded as Bucky and Sam quickly got up looking terrified. You started laughing at their faces and took the tickets and money from Sam. “Wanda! Nat! Look, tickets for Taylor’s concert” you giggled as you ran over to them. You were supposed to buy some but the day they went out you guys got put on a 2 week mission so by the time you got back they were all gone. Wanda pulled you into a hug and wiped your tear-stained cheeks, smiling a bit at your happiness. 

“Why don’t you go back to the sleepover hun, Pepper is putting on Harry Potter” you cheered and ran off again completely forgetting about the trauma you just got put through. 

“I’ll give you a five second head start” Nat smirked as she saw Wanda’s eyes were glowing, she was going to let Wanda handle this one. She stepped back and watched as Wanda flew through the hallways and laughed as she heard the boys scream of terror. 

This was probably one of the most unforgettable slumber party you've had, but at least you got Taylor Swift tickets and Wanda and Nat knew they were going to be dragged along and you were going to spend all their money on more merch. 

[ruewrote]

𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒.

PAIRING: jj maybank x fem!reader WARNINGS: some strong language GENRE: angst, fluff, friends to lovers SONG INSPIRATION: worst of you by maisie peters WORD COUNT: 1k

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you stood at the end of the dock, at your spot. the tip of your shoe skimming the surface of the water, shivering at the cool breeze that brushed past you.

wrapping your arms tighter around your body, searching for any type of warmth and comfort as you checked the notifications on your phone for what felt like the fifteenth time that hour, some were from pope and sarah but none from jj.

he promised he'd be here this time! you should've known.

this was the third time in two weeks that you would make plans and something had come up, his empty promises filled you with hope, only for him to be a no-show.

the sun was now setting. tears stung your eyes, sniffling whilst looking down at the ripples of the water finding no interest in doing what you were originally here to do.

"im so stupid, i really thought he was going to be here." shaking your head, more tears fell down your cheeks as you stood.

the walk home was absolutely miserable and the rain that had started to drizzle didn't help either. the few drops turned into heavy showers, having felt there was no need for an umbrella earlier on your clothes were now soaked right through down to your underwear.

opening your front door you were greeted by your excited sister waiting for all the juicy details, knowing that you were gonna confess and helped you get ready for the occasion too.

the tears that had once subsided now came flooding back, she just wrapped you up in a firm hug as you sobbed in her arms.

after you had calmed a little she sat you down asking you what happened or if he had rejected you, but you just explained how he never showed up. how he never even sent you a text about it?

"im gonna kick his ass! who even does that? no, no, no let me rephrase that. when has jj ever done that? especially to you of all people!"

that got you thinking, obviously, him not showing was really hurtful in general, but at the same time, it confused you since this was the boy who wouldn't let you carry your school bag as long as he was around or would bring you your favorite coffee in the morning even if he was late.

for the next couple of days, you avoided jj, which wasn't hard since he had different classes than you that week. the times that you guys did bump into each other you either made up an excuse or joined the sea of people who were rushing to get to their next lesson.

this had been far from easy for you, there hadn't really been a time when the two of you weren't together.

now you're here, sitting by yourself in the library doing your history project here since your laptop decided to stop working halfway through.

hours had gone by and you had made a ton of progress on your work, now sitting back and taking a long sip out of your water bottle as you proofread what you had written only to be interrupted by a loud bang from the entrance of the building, making you jump and turn to investigate.

a mistake on your part since you made direct eye contact with the mad blonde. ducking your head, gathering your things together before logging off seeing if there was any way of sneaking past him.

"what have you been?" fuck.

you tried to ignore and walk around him but were only pulled back to face him by your arm. gentle, his touch was so light like it always had been. he'd never hurt you. no matter how angry he got.

"answer me!" jj exclaimed, only to be shushed by the librarians.

everyone was now looking at the two of you, so you grabbed his hand, dragging him out of there. of course only for it to be pouring again.

"you have the audacity to be trying to call me out on this when you've ghosted me for almost a whole week and then expected us to just go back to normal? like everything's okay between us?" you scoffed, running your hands through your hair, huffing out a laugh.

"i was...busy, i couldn't help it! im sorry okay?"

having heard enough of his shit you walked out into the cold with jj following close behind you.

"y/n talk to me!" he shouted over the loud pattering, stopping you in your tracks, whipping around to face him.

"do you know why i asked you to go to our place the other day?"

he just shook his head.

"i have yearned for you for years, in secrecy and silence." your voice was almost a whisper, but he heard you.

"what?"

"its you jj, its always been you... im in love with you." both of your chests heaving heavily, finding it hard to catch your breath in the rain. tears filled your eyes as you tried to look everywhere but him. his stare felt almost too much.

"but you never said anything?" jjs voice broke as his own tears caressed his cheeks but were quickly wiped away by the raindrops.

"how could i? you're looking at me but you don't see me jj. do you know how that feels? i just want you to see me. please."

that's when he strode toward you, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you into him, your arms wrapping around his neck. tilting his head to the side as his lips brushed against yours.

his hands slid to your lower back, deepening the kiss. reaching up you intertwined your fingers in his hair lightly pulling at the wet strands, a muffled groan left him which only made you smile as you pulled away.

"i love you too, by the way, i didn't know if i made that clear or not?" jj joked which only made you playfully punch him.

the next day the two of you were both cuddled up in your bed sniffling, very sick from stupidly standing in a literal storm yesterday, but hey it was totally worth it in the end.

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[teal-fiend]

Party Trick

A uni student pred goes to a party. The group Find out he’s a pred. They want to see it for themselves.

Content: intoxication, fatal vore, pred pov, digestion, willing prey

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It was a late night, I was in my dorm, rewriting notes under the yellow light of my desk lamp. I copied my scrawlings from the lecture in perfect, even strokes. 

I finished the page, and took a sip of coffee that had gone cold. I felt a hungry growl from my stomach. I’d gotten distracted by my work and neglected to have dinner. I lit a cigarette. Another distraction from hunger. 

As I was drifting off in thought, indulging in the cheap satisfaction of a nicotine high, the phone rang. It was an odd hour to call, still I answered it.

“Rowan speaking” “Ro,” I heard laughter in the background, “where are you?”

Alice had invited me to her party, I’d completely forgotten about it, too busy with my studying. 

“I’m at home.” 

“Get your scrawny ass over here now!” She shouted over the ambiance of the party. 

I thought I’d done enough work for the night, and I did want to go. “Alright,” I said loudly. She said something incoherent and then hung up.

I didn’t want to arrive sober, especially since I was already late, so I took a few long swigs from the bottle of whisky I kept in my room, then I put it in my satchel bag, along with my cigs. 

I felt a wave of light nausea and dizziness after the alcohol settled in my empty stomach. I hoped they had food at the party, because otherwise I’d be in for a rough night. 

I checked myself in the mirror before heading out. There were dark circles under my eyes, behind my tawny glasses. And my hair was deranged. I smoothed it down, I adjusted my collar, and smoothed down my dress shirt as well. 

I arrived at Alice’s not twenty minutes later, I fumbled with the gate’s lock, and watched my step as I ascended the stairs.

Alice greeted me, leaning against the doorframe, “Rowan’s here!” She exclaimed, drunk, happy, willing to share that with me. A few other party guests cheered when she said this, partially excited to see me, but mostly wanting something to cheer about.

I entered the house, the windows were foggy from the warmth of the bodies inside, drinking, talking, there was a stereo playing. Alice had a pole in her living room, and a tall boy was swinging around on it like a gymnast, even still with a bottle of gin glued to his hand.

I drank too, and was offered someone’s weed pipe, which I took a few introspective puffs from. I was still hungry, my drunkenness was less energetic like the rest of them, and more forlorn. The weed kicked in and I was content to feel sorry for myself. 

I found myself on a leather couch, in a conversation, but not able to pay much attention to it. The party was winding down, I was nestled in, we all were, in something of a circle.

They were trying to get my attention. 

“Rowan,” a blonde girl, who’s name I couldn’t remember asked, “is it true?” “Is what?” I asked dully. 

A boy, Peter, who was sitting next to me answered, “that you’re a predator?”

I did not expect that question. “Uh, yeah,” 

Alice asked, “what does it mean?”

“It means he eats people.”

“I haven’t done it in a while,” I said, and it was true, “I don’t even know if I still can.” Less true, but it seemed like the right thing to say.

“Why do you do it?” “I get hungry sometimes,” I explain, “It’s just something I can do, I guess,”

“Are you hungry now?” Peter asked.

“How did you learn how to do it?” Said someone else

My stomach made a protracted, implicatory growl. Its timing got the attention of everyone in the circle.

“You are hungry,” the blonde girl said, mystified. 

“You should consume someone here… that would be fucking crazy.”

I laughed self consciously. 

“Wait, should we actually?” Alice asked, with genuine interest. 

I felt a nervousness in my chest that was compounded by the pot. This could be a possibility... Everyone was drunk, high, and eager to see something they hadn’t seen before. My mouth watered at the realisation; the suggestion of a meal. I swallowed quickly.

“Maybe,” I said slowly, I didn’t want to seem too eager, But I’d never before eaten prey while high, and the idea was growing on me. 

“Okay, if we did, who would it be?” 

No one volunteered, and I was let down, and a little embarrassed. 

But then Peter said, “I would,”

Everyone hyped him up for that, and I felt my heart flutter concerningly. I hoped it wasn’t arrhythmia (it’s happened before).

Peter. I had never looked at him that way before. He usually wore glasses, but he wasn’t tonight. He was a good student, but not driven, not obsessive like me. I had never once considered him as my prey, but in the moment it was starting to make a lot of sense.

I had that thing that happens sometimes when you’re high, the time distortion, when you suddenly remember everything you did at once. Probably the weed making things seem more significant than they were, but I began to believe that everything I had done today was leading up to this moment. 

I watched him curiously. His soft brown hair might give me trouble, but his clear (if not alcohol flushed), smooth skin… He had an edible vibe to him. He wouldn’t be too demanding on my stomach.

And he had a healthy, organic aroma. Like he’d showered recently, but wasn’t wearing cologne. 

Alice giggled.

“What?” I asked innocently.

“Dude,” another guy chimed in, “you’re looking at him like he’s a ribeye or something,”

My face flushed. Peter grinned.

“Damn, okay,” Alice said, “do it then”

Peter turned to me. My predatory side was more than eager to have him, but I couldn’t help but wonder what my professor would think of me, eating one of my fellow students.

But then his hands were in my mouth, and I remembered how hungry I was. I hadn’t eaten in hours, I’d studied hard all day, the marijuana didn’t help with the cravings either. He tasted incredible, the vibrancy I was able to experience, no meal I’ve had sober could compare even remotely. 

Still I knew people were watching, so I tried to be cool about it. The prey dropped into my stomach and the reward chemicals in my brain made my body feel like butter. I fell apart.

The blonde girl felt my stomach through my dress shirt, which was riding up since my stomach had become engorged. She noticed how my belt was digging into my gut, so she undid it for me. 

The group cooed at me, gathering around, marvelling at the sight in front of them. The other guy, a redhead, I didn’t remember his name either, he unbuttoned my shirt in order to get a clear look at me. 

I closed my eyes and leaned back, offering my belly up for their inspection. Their many hands were on me, driven by morbid curiosity, pressing gently, tentatively testing my boundaries.

When the prey, Peter, started moving under my skin they gasped in surprise and fascination.

When I had my first prey, I was as interested in the visuals as they were. It was so strange to see my body change so much to accommodate my meal, and watching it squirm, pressing out against my own skin, it used to engross me. But now I was more intent on the sensations happening where I couldn’t see. Inside my stomach, I felt the prey at every point of contact on my internals. The friction caused by his wriggling invigorated my stomach. I swore I could feel the acids and enzymes being squeezed out with every press.

What’s more the prodding and patting that my audience was doing from the outside… I was being stimulated from every direction. It was almost too much. I kept my eyes closed.

I stretched languidly, smirking in content. I basked in the attention which was itself perhaps more enjoyable than the satisfaction of the meal. I relished in their enthrallment, these prey doting on my predatory body, witnessing me annihilating one of their species. It was a dark, existential event for them to indulge in, but by the way they kneaded into my belly, they seemed to be enjoying it more than I was. 

We were all high off our shit - I can’t imagine how Peter was doing in there, enveloped in a vacuum sealed, warm bag of flesh which teethed at him, unrelentingly. And then his friends on the outside, poking at him with almost scientific inquisition, playing with him like highschoolers at a frog dissection.

And for Alice and the two others, I was reminded of this psychedelic festival I was told about, where they had sensory boxes, filled with sand, or slime, any interesting texture that a tripped out party-goer could appreciate. I’d imagine my belly was having that effect on them; it was warm, doughy in places, but firm. It moved like it was alive, shifting unfathomably beneath their hands. 

Wait, does that mean I’m the sensory container? The thought made me feel strange.

Despite being stoned out of my mind, my digestive system went forward with its treacherous work. I heard a noise that sounded like someone was washing the dishes, and draining the sink. I wondered how the hell someone got a sink into the living room, when I realised the sound was coming from my stomach. The blonde girl pressed her head against my gut, and the others took their turn as well, listening to my drunken body digest our friend. 

I heard a door open, and footsteps coming towards us. Whoever it was said “what the fuck is going on in here?” Before promptly leaving. I thought that was the funniest shit ever, and I tried (unsuccessfully) to stifle a laugh. 

It was contagious, we all lost our shit for a minute. Laughing uncontrollably at the situation.

The ginger guy said, “ah man, Peter,” talking to my stomach.

Alice pushed with her shoulder on my lower belly, pushing it up further to my chest - my breath hitched - before releasing the hold, hearing it slosh as it settled back into position.

“Your tummy’s really heavy,” she sighed.

“What were you trying to do?” I asked, suppressing a belch due to the disturbance of my stomach contents.

“Move you onto the couch again.”

“I can get up on my own.” I couldn’t. I was pinned down and too inebriated to find any strength or balance.

“You’re so sleepy,” the guy said.

“Aw, sleepy Rowan,” the other girl sympathised.

It wasn’t so much sleepiness, but I couldn’t even begin to explain it to them. My conversational skills were not so finely tuned at the present moment.

The three of them got stuck into the task of covering me with blankets, quilts, and pillows from around the home. I was draped in what I think were hand towels as well, which confused me, but they were doing their best. 

I was strangely comfortable under the pile which was stacked atop me. 

All the lights in the house were turned off, and I thought they left me alone, but I felt at least one, maybe 2 bodies next to me, or maybe I was imagining things. 

As I fell into unconsciousness, I couldn't help but wonder if I was going to regret it in the morning.

[shelbgrey]

Dr. Jelousey(Ray Stantz)

Paring: Ray Stantz x Reader

Summary: just Ray getting jealous when the new rookie starts flirting with his girl.

Warrings: SMUT, oral(Femal receiving) Public sex?

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Our brand was and always will be 'we're ready to believe you' and with that we are always one call away... Or was one call alway.

“sweetheart, are you sure you don't need help?” I snickered, I peaked over my book and saw him and dozens of tools under my desk.

He dropped his screw driver and sighed. “Nope! All good, just set there, read your book and look pretty”

I just shook me head and chuckled. Janine had gone on a much needed vacation and the guys had been out all morning on a call. I was covering the front desk for Janine for the week since I wasn't 'allowed' to go on calls for a while, I get one bruise and Ray freaks out.

Anyway, it's not like a could do my temporary job due to the fact the main phone had been down all morning. Ray, being the only other one here(besides Egon) with me, was convinced he could fix it. An hour had since passed, and he was currently cramped under my desk checking the wiring.

I rolled my eyes and nudged his butt withmy Converse covered foot, he swatted it away without looking over his shoulder at me.

“you sure you don't want me to get Egon down here?” I asked reaching for my bottle of Coke. After I leaned back in my wheely chair, Ray's head hit the bottom of my desk, he peaked up at me like I was crazy for suggestioning it. “No!” he gave me his cute little smile before diving back under. “I got this Honey”

“You said that thirty minutes ago,” I pointed out then sipped on the straw that was in my glass bottle. I held the straw between my teeth and pushed my chair back as he sat up. He gave me and grumpy look and sat on his knees between mine.

“sip?” I grind, holding out my coke bottle to him. He cracked a smile and took the bottle and chugged half of it before giving it back.

He pointed at me. “now, I know what I'm doing... It's just taking longer than expected” he said then dove back under the desk.

I picked my book up and continued the chapter, as dove back into the story I couldn't help but chuckle at Ray's mumbling. “red wire... Blue... Why is there a purple one?”

“okay! I think I got it,” came Ray’s voice from under the desk, he bumped my knee as he moved around. I had to resist the urge to playfully kick him in butt again.

“hand me the Philips screw driver will ya,” as handed him the The screwdriver the door to the firehouse suddenly opened, and our new rookie walked in. He had a cocky smile when he saw me behind the desk, he was clueless about who was under it though.

The new rookie was John, he was Peter's little cousin. He had been kicked out of the army and Peter's aunt was tired of him staying at home unemployed, so she sent him here to work.

He's a real pain in the ass and everyone(including Peter) knew it. He had broken his protonpack twice since he's been here and he's not very good at listing. And don't even bring up the time he let Slimer out to Peter.

“Hey, there beautiful” he smirked, Ray sighed and continued to work on the phone. “so I scanned the apartment with Egon's do-hickey and I couldn't find anything.” he said, approaching the desk. “I think that old Broad is crazy.

I offered him a small smile, he knew I was with Ray, hell we've been together since college. I was never fazed by John's blunt flurting. My eyes quickly shot down when I felt Ray shift under the desk, but he made no move to get out from under it.

“Well, that apartment complex has had many sightings, did you find anything else?” I asked try to sound like a professional co-worker, he's the only one I felt like I needed to do that with.

The man leaned on the desk. “no... But hay, I could be wrong. How about you and I check it out again then maybe grab some dinner after words.”

My eyes widened and before I could answer Ray’s hands grined both of my thighs. I quickly covered up my surprise with a chuckle. “I make a point not to go out with co-workers”

“so, were you just banging Stantz for kicks?”

“john,” I repeated, pointedly ignoring the feeling of Ray’s head sliding in between my legs, my hand dropped down and gripped his hair, signaling him to stop.

Ray's hand sliding up the inside of my Jean covered thigh then unbuttoned my jeans. “john, you know I'm with Ray” I said quickly then shut my mouth before I made a sound I would regret. I then took a deep breath when I felt Ray's fingers running over my panties. I lifed my leg and gently hit his hip with my foot, he didn't let up.

John gave me a cheeky smile, that's when you knew you were about it hear something real idiotic or cocky. “come on baby-”

“you wouldn't know what to do with me even if I came with instructions” I said cutting him off, Ray chuckled aginst my clothed core sending pleasurable vibrations.

I quickly put my hand down on the table with a bit too much force. Ray didn't get the message and just pushed aside my panties and was now lightly teasing me his fingertips.

John smirked and leaned over the desk. “you'd be surprised what I know”

“I-I'm sure” I tried to say sarcastically. I had about enough of him and at this point Ray. I tried my best to keep my voice normal, but with Ray toying with me, I ended the sentence with a squeak when I felt Ray's fingers enter me.

John now looked concerned. “Are you alright?”

I sent him a straight smile “Fine! Fine. But I'm serious... I'm not interested” I said in a more serious tone, even though I felt Ray tugging at my jeans, I stubly shifted and lifted my hips so he could slide whatever he wanted off. I had to choke down a squeak when I felt his lips on the inside of my thigh, his teeth lightly nipping at my sensative skin. I reached down silently beaging him to stop with a tug on his hair, but we both know I didn't really want him to stop.

“Take a hike kid!” Ray suddenly said, making John bounce back from the desk. “What the-”

I shrugged and With that, John jogged up the steps annoyed.

“Raymond!” I said threw my teeth and I pushed my chair back, he pulled me to the edge of the seat and bury his face between my legs. “What the hell was that?”

“I didn’t like how he was talking to you,” he mumbled. My head fell back when His toung licked a stripe up my clit, my hand fell to the back of his neck

“I don't like the way he looks at you” he mumbled aginst my thigh

I let out a wimper as I tugged on his brown hair. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was jealous. But Ray's not the jelouse type... Maybe protective. It was hot to see my sweet boyfriend so possessive. But quite frankly, I couldn't think straight enough right now to worry about it. Ray was busy thrusting his tongue as far as he could while his thumb rubbed my clit gently. As much as I loved his touch, I needed more.

“R-Ray, please, I need you,” I wimpered as my hips instinctively started bucking up against his face. He rough hands fell fell to my hips and gribed tightly. “hang on Baby.. Cum for me first”

I threw my head back and moaned as he sealed his lips over the spot I need him the most, he sucked while his two fingers rubbed my clit. He always knew how to make me a moaning mess, saying his name like it's a prayer. At this point in our relationship he knew my body better than I did.

With his fingers pumping and curling and his tongue relentlessly teasing, along with the sight of him on his knees and his face between my legs, I felt myself quickly hurtling toward the edge.

“oh God... Ray, I'm so close,” I moaned, arching my back and into his face for some extra friction. He wasn't having that and one of his hand reached up to hold me in place.

He hummed while his tongue flicked quickly over my clit. He added a third finger and curled them up to the spot that had me seeing stars. He let out a grunt as my walls clenching around his fingers.

“Ray...” I Whispered as he continued to pump his fingers as he helped worked through my orgasm, he became so gentle once again. I gently carded my finger though his hair, trying relaxe. He gently kissed my stomach and slowly pulled his fingers out to lick them clean. I couldn't help but watch him intently as I cought my breath. He smirked as he ducked back down between my thighs and licked my folds clean, catching every last drop like it'll was the last time he'd ever be able to do it.

When he was done he rested his cheek on the side of my knee and stared at me with his usual puppy eyes. My fingers left his hair and slid down to his cheek, he nuzzled into it warmth. “hmm, I love you” he said in a raspy voice. His hand found mine and pulled it from his cheek to kiss my palm.

“so... You don't go out with co-workers?” Ray asked sarcastically as he nuzzled his nose into my knee, he kissed it then rested his chin on it so our eyes met. He had his big dopey smile that I loved so much.

I rolled my eyes as I leaned down and kissed his forehead. “we've been dating since Columbia, before we became co-workers.”

I quickly sliped my jeans back on and Ray stood up then put both arms on the arm rests of my chair, trapping me in, his lips pressed to mine for a heated kiss. “the Kid needs to know his place, your mine”

“Peter needs to stop being afraid of his aunt and fire the kid” he mumbled aginst my lips.

I smirked into the kiss and pulled him closer by the collar of his flannel. “were you jelouse Mr. Stantz?”

He bit my lip gently, making me squeek. “I don't get jelouse”

He nuzzled his nose against mine, making me giggle. I loved it when he did that, it was always a small gesture of love we had since day one. Before he got back on his knees he gulped down the rest of my coke and dove back under the desk.

“if you get the phone fixed we can order Chinese and watch a movie” I said handing him his wire striper tool.

“sounds good... Can you hold the flashlight for me please?” he said.

“We're back!” Peter called out as I turned on the flashlight for Ray. I looked up and smiled at Peter.

He was carrying a smoking trap and behind him was a slime covered Winston, I couldn't help but chuckle. Peter must have noticed something because he chuckled and handed the trap to Winston. He lefted and Peter folded his arms on the table and leaved over the opposing side of me.

He looked down and the desk and rested his chin in his hand innocently. I looked around trying to get one step ahead of him. I mently kicked myself in the ass when I saw my underwear on the floor next to the wheels of my chair, as stupid as it sounds I forgot to put them on before my jeans.

Peter knocked on the desk, making Ray hit his hesd. “Oh Ray... Did ya get the phone fixed Or did you get distracted?”

The three of us had been close since college, so if it was anyone else besides Peter I'd probably crawl up in a ball and die of embarrassment. Than a again our best friend wasn't planning on letting this go either.

Ray came out of his hiding place and stood on his feet, he wobled a bit getting up. He set the screw driver down, staring at Peter with roasy cheeks.

“you know I'm gonna hold this over your heads for a long time, right?” he chucked. Ray nodded with a straight smile. Peter laughed and slapped his shoulder. “glad you got some though, but seriously we need the phone fixed”

Ray nodded as Peter went upstairs to change. Ray looked back at me and smile. “I can fix it”

I gave him a smile and nodded. “I know Sweetheart”

[bitchyycapricorn]

Almost There

Peter Parker x Ghost!Reader

Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven

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Wordcount: 1.6K

Synopsis: Peter enters his apartment that night expecting to find an empty bed. But instead, he comes face to face with your transparent glowing figure.

Warnings: ANGST!, Mentions of children dying, jealousy, Ned and Reader lowkey being besties

AN: I swear I actually like MJ’s character in MCU but it’s for the fic. Not edited.

You hadn’t bothered to go back to Peter’s apartment that day. Instead you found yourself in search of Ned, the person who was soon to be your new roommate. Hopefully. He was your only other friend besides Peter. Since you and Peter were no longer on speaking terms as of last night, you desperately need him to agree to let you bunk with him for the time being. And so, you found yourself poking your head into every room to the left of Peter’s apartment in hopes of finding Ned’s, since the only real information you had to go off of was that it was on the same floor and well, to the left.

You had managed to make it to the very last door with no sign of Ned. Sucking in a breath, you poked your head through the wooden door and took a look around. Thankfully, Ned stood in his kitchen warming up a cup of Mac and cheese. You let out a sigh and made your way through the door and over to where he was standing. “Hey Ned,” you say casually, turning solid so he could see you.

Ned let out a shriek, his hand flying to his heart as he backs into the counter behind him. His eyes lock with yours looking absolutely terrified as he attempts to get his breathing back under control. “That was so very uncalled for.” He heaves, looking up at the now beeping microwave.

Offering him an embarrassed smile, you open the microwave and quickly retrieve his food in an attempt to make up for scarring the living daylights out of him. “Sorry Ned, I didn’t mean to frighten you. I uh, me and Peter aren’t exactly good anymore and I really need somewhere to chill. I know you mentioned living alone and I just, it would be so cool if-“ a frustrated sigh escapes your lips as your mind wanders back to yesterday. It seems so ridiculous that you’re the one who has to leave because Peter happened to get some living girlfriend.

“Hey, you’re good. Peter mentioned that you two got in a fight. I just don’t think he expected you to actually leave.” He replied as he took a bite of his food. Oh how you missed real food.

Another sigh left your lips as you shifted slightly on your feet, “So am I good to stay?” You tried again, cutting straight to the point this time.

“Yeah of course, having a ghost roommate is going to be sick dude.” He laughs, this time offering you a smile.

“Oh good, I was honestly worried I was going to have to stay here behind your back.”

Wait what?”

You brush off his confusion and turn on your heels instead, making your way over to his gaming console. “Peter and I normally play and let me tell you, I kick ass at Mario Cart if you dare to play me.” You tease offering the other controller to Ned. “You down?”

Ned’s smile widens as he takes the controller from you. “Oh it’s on.”

+++

The sun had already began to set by the time you and Ned had decided to make the responsible decision to put the game down. You had in fact kicked his ass at every single round of Mario Cart, but of course he had you beat at Super Smash Bros. “I don’t even think Peter is that fun,” Ned laughs as he puts away your guy’s controllers and turns off the game.

“That’s because I’m just so much cooler than Parker.” You giggle, getting up to stretch.

Ned turns to face you once again, giving you a kind smile. “Also, it’s totally freaky when you like disappear and only your hands are like there.”

You pause a moment, remembering Ned isn’t able to see you when you’re a ghost. “Oh shit, I totally forgot only Peter can see me because of his spider thingy.”

“So like, can you make any of your body visible while the rest is invisible? Or just your hands?” He asks, suddenly intrigued by this new information.

You give a small shrug before turning everything but your feet invisible, then your left leg, and then only your right eyebrow. Turning back fully visible you give Ned a smile, “I can do the Cheshire Cat thing,”

His eyes go wide as your body slowly fades and all that’s left is your smile. “That is the coolest thing I think I’ve ever seen. And I’m Spider-Man’s guy in the chair.”

“Guy in the chair? So like Peter’s sidekick?” You hum, turning fully visible again. Ned nods, eyes shifting over to the time.

“Yeah but guy in the chair sounds way better, also it’s getting really late.” He says, nodding at the clock on the oven. You look over your shoulder and realize he’s right, it was late.

“You’re right, we should probably get to bed.” You yawn, feeling yourself begin to shut down as if the sight of the time was an automatic trigger.

“I can take the couch if you want my bed?” Ned offers causing you to frown.

“Can’t we just share the bed?” You ask confused.

A blush spreads across Neds face as he looks to the side feeling suddenly awkward. “Share…A bed?”

“Me and Peter shared a bed.” You say as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Ned hesitates again, “Yeah but like, isn’t it a bit weird for us to share a bed?”

Your frown deepens as your teeth tug on your bottom lip. “We can sleep separately if you’d like, I just…I don’t like being alone. I was alone for so long. And I like the body heat. It was so cold, so damp, so dark, and I was so alone.”

Ned’s here shatters at your words, realizing you were talking about your death. “Y/N, I’m so so sorry, of course you can slee- wait damp?” He blurts out, completely thrown off.

Your eyes meet his and your pause as well. Your mind is suddenly shifting through your blurry memories. “Yes, it was damp. Like the air was damp, the walls had water on them…” you suddenly felt less confident in what you were saying. “And I was alone after the others stopped,” you pause again, realizing that you had blocked out most of these memories.

“Others?” Ned asked, just as confused as you were.

“Yes…the others, the other children were crying. And then it stopped. I could not see them, it was dark and my eyes were..I don’t know. I want to go to bed now, I don’t- I don’t like this.” Your voice cracked as tears began flowing down your puffy cheeks. Suddenly the thought of Peter’s warm embrace ran through your mind, making you wish you had never fought.

Ned nodded, grabbing your hand softly and leading you into his room. “Let’s get some rest okay?” He whispered as you both snuggled into bed. “You won’t be alone, I’ll stay right here.” He promised, letting you slip into a deep slumber.

+++

Ned rushed into the dinning hall to find Peter sitting with MJ. “We need to talk,” Ned wheezes, “it’s about Y/N/N,” he finishes once he catches his breath. Your name catches Peter’s attention quite quickly, the thought of you had been on his mind all last night. His bed had never felt so empty without you.

“Is she okay?” Peter asks quickly, feeling suddenly protective and a bit possessive over you.

“Debatable honestly, but none of that matters until we can talk alone,” Ned’s gaze shifts over to MJ, who looks a bit irritated that another girl was being talked about. “It’s uh, private.” He nods, signaling for Peter to follow him.

Peter hesitates, looking over to MJ, “I promise this will be quick, I uh- I just have to hear this.”

“Mhm, so who’s ‘Y/N/N?” MJ cuts in, still looking annoyed.

“Our neighbor,” Ned says quickly, “we all became friends when me and Peter moved in.”

“Uh huh, and why is it the first time I’m hearing about this girl?” She asks, still skeptical.

“Because Ned really likes her and we didn’t want to invite her into the friend group unless she said yes.” Peter replies quickly, sending Ned a pleading look.

Ned nods, “Mhm, huuugggeeee crush. Now let’s go this is life or death important.”

Peter sends one last apologetic smile MJ’s way before following Ned out to the courtyard.

“This better be good dude, my girlfriend can already tell something is up and the guilt of me kissing Y/N is eating me up.” Peter grumbles.

“Can elevators be damp?” Ned asks, turning to face Peter.

Peter pauses, his face falling. “What?”

Ned groans, “Dude I’m serious. Can an elevator be damp?”

“I mean, that seems a bit odd for an elevator to be damp.” Peter says slowly, “why?”

Ned nods, looking around to make sure no one was near them. “That’s what I thought too. But yesterday, Y/N mentioned that when she died it was damp. That wasn’t even the weirdest part though. She mentioned there being others.”

“Others?”

“Yeah, others. Which would have made sense except for the fact she also mentioned that she felt alone once the crying stopped. Peter, if the crying stopped that means the others died before her.” Ned said slowly.

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, “That can’t be possible, she would’ve had to have died from the impact, she fell from too high up…”

“Exactly. Meaning she didn’t die from an elevator malfunction.”

“But the elevator story is true, it really did crash eight years ago, it’s still out of order because of how bad it was. That’s why they had to build the new one on the opposite end of the building, near your room. “ Peter explains.

“So then how did an elevator get completely obliterated to the point it can’t be fixed, not kill everyone on impact?”

Peter presses his lips together, “Then what the hell actually happened to Y/N?”

+++

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Chris Argent x reader - getting along

Hey i was wondering if you can do one of Chris Argent were he’s is married with Derek aunt Peter sister and she is pregnant. Tank’s and I love how you right - @valeradriana💜

Sitting in the table, you began flicking through some of the papers on the desk.

“Nope.”

Tossing them aside, you picked up the next set of papers, mumbling to yourself.

“Throwing my papers around isn’t a great pastime you know.”

Smiling, you set them down and held out your arms for your husband to come over and gently hug you.

“Hey sweetheart..” you whispered.

Resting your head on Chris’ chest, wrapping your arms around his waist to hold him in place.

“Where have you been?” You asked.

“Helping your nephew with some research.”

You hummed, nodding your head as you pulled away from him.

Reaching up, you placed your hands on the sides of his face, pulling him down for a gentle kiss before you pulled away.

Laughing a little, Chris smiled at you, sitting next to you on the desk as he took the papers from your hand.

“You know nobody is going to let you leave the town right?”

“I know, but I’m just so bored.” You grumbled.

“Well, you’re supposed to be in bed rest anyways.”

You rolled your eyes a little bit.

“I’m pregnant Chris, I don’t have a broken leg.”

He chuckled.

“I know darling, but it’s just for both yours and the baby’s sake, it���s only for another week anyways then you can get out again.”

“I want to go out now.”

Chris looked at you.

“Where?”

“I don’t know, how about seeing Derek and Peter?”

Chris smiled, nodding his head as he went to get your shoes and jacket for you.

He wasn’t one to tell you no to things, and if you wanted to go and see your family then he was going to take you there.

He helped you up the stairs to the loft, and opened the door for you.

“Derek hale!” You yelled.

He spun around, dropping the papers in his hands.

“I haven’t done anything!”

Laughing, you walked over to gently hug him.

“I know, it’s just fun to scare you.”

Derek hugged you back, clearing the teenage pack from his couch so you could sit down on it.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in bed rest?” Lydia asked.

“Yup, but I was bored so here I am. Also I want a word with my brother, where is he?”

“He’s here.” Peter said.

He walked over and you stood up to be in front of him, then you reached up so you could smack the back of his head.

“What the hell?!”

“You want to put these kids in danger?!” You yelled at him.

Your eyes flashed Red, and Peter shuffled back a little bit.

“Need I remind I am the alpha of my own pack and I will kick your little ass if you so much put a scratch in one of these teenagers I will bury you so far deep in this forest.”

You placed a hand on your stomach, and Peter walked over, easing you back into sitting down.

“I’m not doing anything, if anything I’m trying timo keep out of all this mess.”

“So it wasn’t your idea to send them into the lions den?”

Peter took a step away from you.

“Okay it was.”

You went to stand up.

“But for a good reason!”

You narrowed your eyes at your brother.

“The hunters know Derek, Chris and I, they don’t know about Scott or his little pack.”

You looked at him.

“We’ve got it all planned out really.” Scott said.

You raised your hand to him, looking at Peter and Derek.

“You’ve done some stupid ass things you two, but you can’t be throwing these kids in the middle of all of this.”

“Well, we’re already in the middle of it.”

“Stiles shush.”

He nodded at you.

“I’m expecting a baby, I don’t need to babysitting my own brother and nephew because they’re being morons.”

“Then don’t.” Peter snapped.

“Remember who pushed you down the stairs as a kid because I will gladly do it again Peter Hale. Figure out s new plan because if I find out you’ve endangered them again I swear to god you’ll have hell rained down on you.”

“Alright! Okay!” Peter huffed.

He glanced at Chris.

“You aren’t going to stop her?”

Chris shook his head.

“My wife is a free woman Peter.”

“Hey, you’re not off the hook either Chris Argent.”

He backed away towards the door.

“Run!” Derek yelled.

The three men quickly left the loft to escape your anger, and you were left Scott and his pack.

“Thank you (Y/N).” Lydia smiled.

“No problem, now, can someone please take me to get something to eat my husband ran away.”

“I’ll drive you, we’re actually just leaving anyway.” Stiles said.

You grinned a little and got up, you weren’t actually angry with Chris, but sometimes it was fun to watch him run off with the other two because you knew they would hide out together and talk.

It was helping them get along more than what they used to considering you were from a werewolf family and you were married to a hunter

[kaunis-sielu]

Dangerous Places: 1

You probably should’ve let shit alone. Like, the mob expansion happening wasn’t really any of your business. At least not until they came into your neighborhood and started trying to recruit the kids you looked after.

Then it very quickly became your business.

You’ve decided if you see them talking to Peter again you’re taking your bat and you’re going to make sure they know you mean business. You don’t know what else to do at this point, no way in hell are you going to allow May’s sweet nephew get sucked into a gang. Not on your watch.

You’d seen them two days later, talking to Peter and you’d gotten pissed. It’s an African American man and a white guy with longer brown hair pulled back away from his face. You grab your bat and go flying out of your apartment. You’re on the street before you even know what you’re doing.

“Peter Benjamin Parker! You get your ass inside and get to work on your homework right now.” You snap stepping between him and the two surprised gangsters. “And you two, he is seventeen! Leave him alone!”

“Oh, a little spitfire.” The brunet says, “you wanna handle this one Sam?”

“Ma’am.” Sam starts in a calm tone but you’re not having it.

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask for you to speak to me.” You snap, “he is a child he doesn’t need to be mixed up with gangsters like you!”

“We’re not gangsters.”

“Mobsters. Whatever.” You sneer, “Get out of my neighborhood!”

“Your neighborhood?” The brunet says raising one dark eyebrow. “Listen here lady,”

“No.” You cut him off as Peter tries to gently pull you away. “Peter I swear to god if you don’t get into the building it’s your ass I’m kicking next.”

“See ya round Sam, Bucky.” Peter says and while you scowl at him at least now you know names.

“Next?” Bucky asks with a scoff, and you sneer at him. You hope that your bravado is enough to keep the two at bay.

“Woah, woah, okay ma’am.” Sam says again trying to keep you calm. You raise the bat and glare at him.

“Sam.” Bucky’s voice has gone cold, when you look over at him he’s staring at your wrist. Shit. They know. They know what that means and why you have it. “Peter. Go.” Bucky says and your heart plummets, you follow Peter, walking backwards so you can keep eyes on the two men and so they can’t rush you. You get inside and turn and run, you get to your apartment and lock the door. It’s not until several hours later that you finally breathe a sigh of relief.

You thought you were safe, after waiting for hours for something to happen you thought you were okay. Apparently they were just biding their time because you wake suddenly to two pairs of hands, one pinning your arms to your sides and the other covering your mouth with a sweet smelling rag. You try not to breathe and one laughs,

“You have to breathe eventually sweetheart. Make it easier on yourself and let go.” It’s not the voice of one of the men from today. Shit. Shit. Shit. Hopefully they didn’t tell Hydra where you were.

“Shit she’s holding out for a while.” The second voice says and this one sounds like one of the guys from earlier but you can’t be sure. You struggle a few more seconds before you’re forced to breathe or pass out anyway. You suck in a breath and your vision swims, you manage to stay conscious but feign that you’ve passed out. It’s not hard to fake since you’re clinging to consciousness as it is. The hands lift you and put you over one shoulder of one of the men and then you start moving. They carry you down the stairs and out into the night, you expect to be put in a trunk but instead they put you in the backseat and actually buckle you in.

This is not what you expected. Another body joins you in the back but this one is fully conscious. It’s the second voice.

“Buck, go to the warehouse.”

It’s a long drive, longer than you’d expected but the second that you stop and the door opens you spring into action. You unbuckle, throw the door open and sprint. Never mind that the ground is hard and sharp and you’re not wearing shoes. You’re quick and you took them by surprise but he’s got a height and strength advantage on you as a pair of arms encircle your waist.

“Got the drop on me there little Bunny.” The voice says sounding amused as he effortlessly scoops you off your feet your back pressed to his front. You struggle to get away, you’re not going down or back to Hydra without one hell of a fight, but you might as well be fighting a brick wall. It does you no good and before you know it you’re inside the warehouse and you just know you’re fucked.

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Everything in its right place

Also on AO3! Something I wrote last month. It's basically touch-starved Peter. Sorry I'm so repetitive, lmao DO NOT SHIP PETER AND TONY. P/ROSHIP DNI.

Warm.

Warmth embracing his skin.

Nothing like the cold, dark river. Nothing like the blinding parachute that brought him to the river, either.

Peter could be here forever.

Forever and ever.

He holds tight to it. He breathes in and out. In, out. In, out. In… out.

Safe.

(… It still doesn’t feel just right.)

(But he pretends otherwise.)

Warm like tears.

(Could he be crying? Who knows?)

Peter opens his eyes after an eternity, facing what looks like the sun. It’s as though he was born again. It’s another bright day, and everything will be alright. He doesn’t feel alone anymore. The sun is here.

…

Knock knock.

“Kid? You alright in there?”

It’s then clear that it’s just the fancy bathroom upstate and the sun is nothing but artificial lights. Peter is also just taking a quick shower. Or he should be quick with it. If Tony is asking…

“Um, yeah!” Peter gulps. “I-I’m almost done.”

He mentally kicks himself, wondering how long he’s been here. He already turns off the water.

“Okay, bud. Let me know if you need anything.”

“O-Okay, thanks.”

Peter sighs, not losing time to dry himself in order to change into his clothes. He puts on an old t-shirt and the Hello Kitty pants Tony gave to him all that long ago.

Despite this, he feels cold.

And it isn’t cold, is it?

Something is wrong with Peter. Something has been wrong with him for a while.

He rubs his eyes in order to wake up, to stop thinking about the waterfall and the sun.

He breathes again. The air doesn’t quite get in. Maybe it’s just the bathroom.

The teenager finally gets out of there, carrying his used towel with him. His dirty clothes are secured in the basket inside.

Much to his surprise, Tony is still there, having been waiting for him. Peter could’ve easily detected him, but he didn’t, and he hates his powers for not always working like they should.

“U-Um, hi, Mr. Stark!” Peter blurts out. “Er, have you… been waiting out here this whole time, or…”

“Just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Tony has his arms crossed.

“Oh. I-I’m okay. I’m just…” Peter swallows something harsh in his throat. “Sorry I probably increased your water bill.”

“Kid, I used to live with five pains in the ass before. You’re fine.”

Peter smirks, but the tightness in his chest prevents him from actually laughing.

He freezes at Tony’s attentive gaze on him.

“… hand me over that towel, will you?” The latter requests.

“Oh, okay.”

Peter expects Tony to take it somewhere else…

“Excuse me,” the man already says.

“Huh?”

Tony proceeds to… dry Peter’s hair with the towel. Rather gently, like he’s massaging Peter’s head. The kind only hairdressers give you.

He sees the light.

He sees… a man with an artificial blue light on his chest. But it’s the most human Peter has seen.

Tony sighs, “Seriously, kid, you’re not hiding injuries again, are you?”

“No, no! I swear, no hiding.”

Tony is raising an eyebrow and looking at the ceiling. “FRI?”

“He’s correct, Boss.”

“Well, that puts my heart at ease.” Despite that, the man is still concerned. “Your eyes are red.”

So, he was crying in the shower. Shit.

“Excuse me?” Tony says, offended.

“N-Nothing!” Whoops, he didn’t mean to curse out loud. “I’m just a little tired, Mr. Stark.”

Tony’s eyes narrow. “Uh-huh.”

“Seriously, it’s fine. I’m fine.” Peter notices he’s hugging himself, like he wants to internalize it.

Peter doesn’t know where else to look. He doesn’t know if he should run to his room and lock himself in there. That’s just going to make Tony more suspicious.

Tony stares at him for a few seconds before going in the bathroom again, perhaps to leave the wet towel in there. Peter’s self-hug is pointless, it doesn’t warm him from the cold.

Half of him expects Tony to leave him be, but Peter nearly jumps at the hand touching his shoulder.

“Hey, wanna watch a movie? You can pick,” Tony suggests. “But we don’t have to do that or anything, honestly. But we could get more comfortable, don’t you think?”

The older man seems to remove the unwanted little hairs on Peter’s shirt, but he’s also rubbing the boy’s shoulder with his thumb.

“T-That sounds cool,” Peter mutters, not even sure how to focus.

“Alright. Come on, then.”

Tony wraps an arm around him and guides him to the living room, unwilling to let Peter out of sight – but not in a way to trap him, either. And it’s not like Peter wants to get out, if he’s being honest.

His hero sits with him on the couch. They’re not close, but not too much. Tony gives him space to breathe. But his arm is still behind the couch, like it’s telling Peter he’s there for him.

Tony is gazing at him again, waiting.

Waiting…

“Mr. Stark, I’m okay.”

“Yeah?” Tony doesn’t believe him, but he’s less snarky about it now.

“Yeah. It’s nothing.”

“Why were you in the shower for forty minutes, then?”

Forty minutes?! That’s how long it was?

“… no reason.”

Tony rolls his eyes but doesn’t insist.

Peter gulps.

“… I dunno, I guess my chest is just… a little heavy? Like I can’t… breathe very well?”

Tony softens.

“Like… I can’t really relax,” Peter explains. “It’s not my senses going haywire, it’s… something else.”

Peter feels like crying again. He can’t get warm. He’s just cold. He’s cold even though he’s here with Tony in the couch.

“Sometimes it keeps me up at night. I don’t know what’s wrong,” Peter reveals.

Tony hasn’t said anything.

…

His arm is around Peter’s shoulders again. It makes Peter shiver, but because of how warm it is. It’s suddenly warm and there… and it’s not like water that is transparent and disappears…

It’s solid, it’s there, and it has a heartbeat.

“Is this okay?” Tony asks.

“Yeah.” Peter answers rather quickly.

Tony wraps his other arm around him, pulling him close in a hug. Again, without trapping him or suffocating him.

Peter is leaning onto him without realizing at first.

And he tears up. He tears up like the waterfall is leaking from his eyes again.

He sobs. And it hurts.

The weight inside his chest, right?

Because it comes at full force.

Peter feels like he’s going to die.

He won’t, right?

Tony might have no idea what’s going on in his head, but it’s like he understands, too. He seems to handle this well.

Merely by holding Peter.

The teen’s sobs aren’t as desperate after a while. He starts calming down and breathing in and out. In and out. In and out. And this time, the air actually gets in – even if it hurts. The oxygen is there.

Warm.

Peter is warm.

He’s not cold anymore.

Not cold.

Tony appears to notice.

“You okay there?” He might be amused.

Peter is pretty much snuggling against him.

“Mm-hmm…”

“Sometimes you just need a hug, huh? I get you.”

“Yeah…”

“You’re very huggable.”

“That’s because I took a shower.”

“No, you’re inherently cuddly.”

Peter groans. “’m not…”

Tony snickers. He hasn’t released the other yet.

He nuzzles Peter’s head.

Maybe he was… going to kiss it.

But he doesn’t do that.

Maybe Tony is still hesitant.

Even then, the fact he did this for Peter… aiding what was probably a case of touch-starvation…

Tony nuzzles Peter’s hair for a while, even.

“You can count on me for anything, kid,” Tony reminds him once he stops. “Literally anything. Including hugs. Got it?”

“Yeah, got it.”

Tony smiles at him, fond, warm.

He squeezes Peter one last time before letting go. Part of it is to tease him since he shakes him a little.

“Well, if you want to watch anything or do something else, knock yourself out.”

“Yeah, okay,” Peter grins.

He decides to see what’s on TV. Peter puts on a documentary about animals. Which shows little babies with their parents. Such as lions.

The boy doesn’t pay attention to it much, but it’s nice.

Peter is here, lying his head on Tony’s lap. The latter is smoothing his hair.

(If Peter purrs like the lion cub on TV, no he doesn’t.)

(Oh, Tony will never let that go.)

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

Has it ever occurred to you that since Gwen hasn’t had a mother figure for the majority of her life and from the beginning of ATSV its kinda shown she’s been craving that type of guidance or even affection when she sees Jess for the first time, do you think that once the dust is settled between her and Miles and she finally gets to properly introduce herself to his parents, do you think that Rio can not replace Gwen’s mother but atleast fill in that gap in some way where she’s able to get some of the guidance she’s been looking for. Idk I just feel like the dynamic between the two could be interesting once they both get along with each other, hopefully this makes sense to answer.

Ohh this is interesting.

Now, hope you don't mind, but Gwen and Jess situation is something I wanted to talk about for a while, so, I will use your comment to talk about this.

I will do the Rio part too, but knowing myself, there is a chance that would end in a second post because I talk too much.

Let's go!

Now, do I think is this a joke? Yes, but I also think Gwen means it.

And look, this is not to say that you necessarily need to have two parents to raise a kid, I personally believe that one parent, if they provide the necessary attention and care to the child or children, could be an amazing parent and not let their kids feel like they are missing anything.

However, as discussed on this post, I mentioned why while George isn't a bad dad, sadly he is not the best parent for Gwen.

And here I also discussed why Gwen's mental health is a bit of a mess.

But to not sent people to do homework, let's give the cliff-notes version.

George is trying to be a good father, however between his job and his refusal to understand nuance, he has accidentally pushed Gwen away; even if maybe this could have been resolved if she talked to him in a normal situation, the fact that he did what he did in the beginning shows she was scared for a reason.

So that means Gwen has a gaping hole in what a role model and parent should be, since she needs more support. Of couse her Spidey identity is important to her (in fact she leans too much into it,) and having no one to help her on that complicated path doesn't make the situation any easier.

Enters Jessica Drew.

You know I found extremely telling that when Gwen sees Miguel, she is cracking jokes and not really taking his professionalism crap seriously; yet when Jess comes kicking ass with her motorcycle and she looks at her like she has seen the light.

Perhaps it had to do with her realizing this failed artist is more problematic than she expected, or the fact that Miguel was quickly disposed of by something she saw from a mile away; while Jess came putting the bad guy on a grinder and maneuvering a bike like nobody's business. Needless to say, Gwen is DEFINITELY impressed.

Once again, this plays almost like this is a dream come true for Gwen.

She hides it well for most of the movie as well as the previous one, but the reality is that underneath that cool exterior, this is a teenage mess with so much angst she is giving my teen self a run for their money.

Just like she craves companionship in the form of Miles as well as other spiders, she probably wants someone who can tell her everything is going to be okay or what they should do. Again, we may forget sometimes, especially with superhero movies where protagonists need to be competent despite their age most of the time; but Gwen is 16, 17 at the most; and has been handling this stress and turmoil for at least 3 years. That's a lot.

Top it with her dad not being able to emotionally support her, and the fact that she wants a mom becomes less a possible commentary about not nuclear families, and more of a likely possibility because the first 20 minutes of the movie gave us LOTS of material to show how mess up this is.

I think is a testament to the situation that she doesn't default to Peter B or Noir in the first movie, nor Miguel; she only seems to be interested in learning from someone when she sees Jess.

Is funny, but is also very painful to hear for me, as if you ask me she said it completely straight, and this just shows how much help she needs.

Granted Gwen said that accidentally and probably wouldn't have said it if thought about it first, but the fact that it slipped says a lot.

She desperately wants someone like Jess in her life, and to top it off, she probably wants that person as a maternal figure; probably someone to ask about techniques for defeating baddies and also who could talk about feelings without this person defaulting to work as a copy mechanism.

Feel free to call me crazy for getting so work up about a joke, but if I am honest other interactions really make me sell this idea for me.

Now let's talk Jess.

Literally what other reaction she was going to have.

We really never hear a definitive answer to the question, but I also think Jess didn't think too hard about it for a reason.

I am planning to go through some scenes of Gwen and Jess to dig deeper into their mentor/not-mom situation, but let's start with this.

Do I think Jess should have adopted Gwen? No, not at all.

Look I am a sucker for found family and adoption tropes, and I would had love nothing more than for Jess to give one dirty look at Gwen's dad, tell her she would be there for her, and take her away to a good home. That is not what happened, and I don't blame her.

She is on her way to having her own kid, she needs to be spider-woman and to top it all off, she seems to be kind of a second in command in a really big operation, where your boss is your friend who is also way too into his job and she probably is still there partially to make sure Miguel doesn't completely lose it. She has a lot on her plate as it is, adopting a traumatized teenager is a lot of work that shouldn't really be her job.

Do I think that means she has no responsibilities to Gwen? No, not really.

And this is largely why.

Okay, I will try to not go over every moment with them, as this is more about explaining their situation than a deep dive of every instance of their relationship, but this is a good kicker for the situation.

Jess immediately takes an interest in Gwen for the organization, now while I can understand that she based this purely on her abilities, I think a part of it was the comment Gwen made earlier. I think she sees in her someone who needs a steady hand and some support.

As a mentor.

This is going a bit ahead on the post, but let's establish that 1) This exists, and 2) Jessica got that idea EXTREMELY quick all things considered.

Here is where the responsibility part actually kicks in.

No, Jess doesn't have any responsibility to Mother Gwen in any way, regardless if Gwen needs one or not (she does,) but the moment she not only started to argue for her to have a spot in the organization, to take her in when the things in her universe technically imploded (which they are marginally responsible considering they came to clean this means and they only did it thanks to Gwen,) She implicitly accepted to look after her.

Okay here is where we need to talk a bit about tropes.

When you have protagonists that are teens or kids with powers, is inevitable that they will need to deal with dangerous stuff that no sane adult would let a real kid do, but is fiction so you kind of have to suck it.

This is a trope that I found kind of lazy even when I was part of the age demographic; which is why stuff like The Owl House with Eda was refreshing.

She was also a Mentor who was also not very responsible as a guardian, but she ended up growing into one, and even if she failed to protect her apprentice, she did try her damnest to do it.

Jess is not Eda, and she doesn't need to be, except that this story has proven to be aware that they are still teens.

Jess clearly recognizes this isn't fair for Gwen. We also see something like this in the first movie, with Peter B worried about Miles can or can't handle, while still letting them do stuff you wouldn't catch me letting my little sister get away with; they know that there are somethings someone at that age shouldn't just be handling on their own.

And Jess isn't exactly ice-cold about Gwen.

Jess took interest in Gwen's potential quickly, she looked after her, and quickly went to try to calm her down and support her during a very high tense and stressful moment. Even here is Gwen the one who ultimately moves away, not Jess, proving she could had try to stay close to ensure she was okay.

And this is something that shows that it kind of sticks.

While considerably harsher here than in her introduction scene, Jess is showing that despite her annoyance with Gwen, she still likes her. She never thought her relationship with Miles shouldn't be a reason not to have her on the team; she trusted a mission in the universe despite that, and also calls Gwen her star pupil, which I don't was sarcasm.

She also gives her an hour to fix this, which even if not much, is more than she could have given her.

I am not saying that Jess didn't look after Gwen, or didn't care about her beyond what she could do for the organization, however, it wasn't what Gwen needed.

Let's circle back to responsibility,

Jess is aware of what happened with her dad, she knows what Gwen lost, and she can probably imagine that a kid that lost her identity and her world like that on just one night can't be doing okay; yet nothing shows me she ever did anything about it.

Here is the thing, Jess doesn't need to be Gwen's mom, but she can't just insist to have her and be her mentor, and don't think about checking on her in something other than her kicking-ass abilities. Even if she doesn't want to deal with it, she should have either seen how to make her father see reason, or lock her in the room with the spider-man psych.

Considering how things go in this movie, neither thing happens.

And it feels more painfully obvious when you see how much Gwen tries to appeal to her emotionally.

In a vaccum, none of these are a big deal, but the more I think about it the more heartbreaking this is for me to watch.

This is why I find these to be such a big deal: Gwen doesn't like to do emotional shit.

I know, I probably repeated that more times than I can count; but let that sink in contrast to what's going on.

After Peter died, she decided to not have any friends because she couldn't deal with the grief, with Miles only getting past that rule because they are both spiders plus chemistry. And even then, when you see Miles asking if she is going to talk to her dad, she decided to crack a joke and brush the idea as swiftly as possible.

When her dad tells her about the break in the spider-woman case, she tries to brush it off with false enthusiasm at first, and then when she gives a more honest response is more out of bubbling annoyance that truly her trusting him with something.

She isn't baring her heart open in these moments though, let's not have it twisted; however, she is trying to use emotion as a way to appeal to Jess, which is not her first move with most people in general. Even when she is not actively giving her an in-depth explanation, in each of those moments she is giving the emotional context as to why this is so hard.

"You never got too close to someone?" -> "This person is important to me and this is hard for me, wasn't it for you?"

"But my gut says-" -> "I know this looks bad, and I can't explain how, but this isn't right, trust me."

"Tell him he is wrong!" -> I don't really need to explain this one, do it?

She continuously looks up to Jess to hear her out, and to understand what she is going through; she sees her and expects someone who can connect with her on that level and care about it.

But that's not what Jess does, because she is not her mom, she is her mentor.

For the most part, when Gwen tries to appeal to Jess emotionally speaking, Jessica shuts that idea down fast.

Now, I am going to preface this by clarifying that in real life, a mentor would probably check emotionally on the kid they are mentoring if only for the fact that when you are in charge of a kid, you should look after them. Fiction however is another ballpark, and technically speaking, a mentor shouldn't need to be doing something that is the job of the family.

A good mentor would probably understand their apprentice position and listen, since regardless of your years of experience, you can't just underestimate people or you will inevitably be surpassed. However, Jess isn't trying to be anything like that; she wants to teach Gwen her way, and her way says that emotions are kind of on the way. So regardless if it isn't what Gwen needs, she will insist on that.

I think there can be a way to accept emotions but also don't let them cloud your decisions, yet again, Jess is not interested in that, and I Gwen actually have normal, supportive parents (or even just one,) I wouldn't be so hung up about this. But she doesn't and Jess knows this.

Superhero or not, Gwen is just a teen, and shouldn't need to be living this, especially because I freaking doubt this is a canon event or something; with the resources they have, and the people they have on board, I can't believe there isn't a way they could have talk to Captain Stacy and made him see reason.

But they didn't, because they are more worried about spider-man duties than whatever is going on to the person under the mask, and for them, this is just what comes with the territory so you have the suck it up. Even if this is perfectly avoidable once you think of it.

That's something that I had been thinking about a lot while doing my post on the organization as well as the one with Gwen falling in Mumbatthan. The spiders are stronger together, and in general working as a team gives them not only better chances at saving people, but also helping with the stress they have and being there for each other. That isn't the goal of the organization though.

Miguel's mission is to preserve the canon and to put people from other dimensions back into their respective ones, anything else is probably secondary to him. Sure, if someone asks for help from another Spider I don't think he would stand in the way; except if it is a canon event, which in that case, he will probably say to people to suck it up.

The pain they have, the trauma they are suffering, while being together helps it was never the end goal to help with that, and there is no regard in avoiding said pain. This is a job first and foremost, which is the attitude Jess has.

Gwen is not her kid, or even a young student, she is a coworker; one that she needs to guide a bit, but her subordinate at the end of the day.

Sometimes the waters get muddier, on both sides if I am honest.

I will touch a bit on other scenes, but I wanted to bring up this one in particular because there is something that feels a bit more mother-daughter than it probably has any right to show.

Now I will be the first to admit this may be a me thing, I can be very formal in real life and that goes double with people who are older than me and in a position of power over me, the only exception to that rule is my current boss because he is the mythical creature of being a manager who remembers employees are people too.

Gwen is not like that, she jokes and doesn't give too much of a shit regardless if you are Miguel or a bad guy. However there is something in the way Gwen acts that feels she wouldn't be phrasing stuff like this if it was Miguel on the other side; again, back to her using emotion as a first resource rather than as a lashing effect of her anger.

Jess, while being kind of no-nonsense overall, is also not the most formal, because this is the spider society and Miguel had the bad luck to be the only straight-laced one while everybody else tries to be a comedian for the most part. But there is a way that she talks to Gwen that for me feels kind of like her not fully keeping this professional either.

I can't fully put it into words, so feel free to not make seriously on this one, but there is something about the way Jess is commenting on the situation that reminds me more of a mom than any of my bosses.

Then we have scenes like this.

I am sorry but this part really first like is a discussion between mother and daughter, even with contexts the way the scene delivers gives that energy.

This isn't exactly wrong by itself, nor is it truly that surprising. The boss I mentioned before had also mentioned off-topic that me and my other coworker (who is a couple of years older than me,) are almost like his kids, and we share an age range. However he doesn't try to parent us really, and even if some of the comments are very much 'now listen to me kids' he quickly remembers we are adults and would drop topics or decisions we made that I know wouldn't be his reaction has been one of the kids that are actually kids.

It probably has more to do with the way they talk and see people younger than them that any parental feelings, and none of this is really inappropriate.

Nonetheless, the fact that Gwen craves that motherly bond makes these interactions hurt all the more for me.

Gwen may not be under the illusion that Jess is her mom, but she's subconsciously looking up to her, and the fact that Jess acts like this, even if by accident, just feels into that mentality. The mentality Gwen has that maybe Jess will listen this time, that she will take into account her feelings and her opinion in her decisions; but she continues to not do that.

For the most part.

Is a bit hard to see with the resolution I have, but when Gwen is kicking and screaming while been taken by the machine, Jess's gaze goes in another direction.

I am sorry if this is feeling repetitive, I know this post is a long one (which is funny how this post created another 2 just so those topics wouldn't be here.)

What I am trying to say with all of this, is despite Jess' insistence this is just work, that Gwen is just her pupil and she can only do so much; Jess continues to have a soft stop for Gwen that let's her get away with things. Is kind of ironic how Miguel said Gwen was a liability for her feelings for Miles, yet couldn't even consider how feelings in general would get in the way, considering Jess assigned this mission to Gwen (which then she fumbled the bag and led to the Spot becoming an actual menace,) give her a second chance, and then apparently let her go.

(It is possible she is looking for where Gwen is going to tell Miguel, but I doubt it.)

I fully believe that by the third film, Jess will probably end up either switching sides or just letting Gwen do what she wants, and even if is the first scenario I think it would be via Gwen that happens.

But to wrap things up, if Captain Stacy is not enough as a parent for Gwen because he can't do that role properly, Jess isn't good enough as a parent for Gwen because she doesn't want that role, regardless of if she sometimes kind of acts like it.

I think their relationship is fascinating, and I would love to explore more of this connection in some way; if only because the complicated nature of it makes it all the more interesting for me, but in a nutshell, is this:

Jess: I wanted an apprentice, you wanted a mom. Gwen: Well I guess we are both disappointed.

(Sorry I couldn't help myself, OOF I wish I could draw well enough for this.)

Now, with my thoughts on Rio, I could probably put them on this post because is not that long, but it will probably feel off with all this commentary I had been making, so it would be in another one.

If you got this far, congrats on your patience, and thank you for reading!

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i won't lie this has made me more excited than i can say !!!!!!! what do you MEAN people want more of MY hoffstrahm. god that's crazy. anyway!! absolutely anon, wrote a little drabble here just for you. hope you like <3

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He'd driven past the house once, twice, three times now, in the past few days. It had to be joke. It'd be ridiculous to think otherwise.

Peter had thought it a joke at first.

A perfectly plain, unremarkable envelope—no return address—and within it, an equally plain, unremarkable piece of paper. Scratched into it in ballpoint pen, a set of coordinates.

The perfectly plain, unremarkable brownstone occupied a plain, unremarkable street corner. Its plainness and unremarkableness set Peter’s teeth on edge. He knew what kind of darkness, ugliness, lay behind those walls—so visceral, his skin crawled on approaching. It didn't sit right with him, not at all, that this shouldn't be reflected on the outside.

He wasn't sure what to expect upon entering.

A newly restored, freshly refurbished, entirely inoffensive interior wasn't it.

Meandering from one room to the next, he called to mind old crime scene photographs.

Here, Xavier Chavez tossed Amanda Young into a pit of needles. There, Laura Hunter fell victim to sarin gas permeating the air. Over yonder, Addison Corday slowly and painfully bled out.

No trace of them left behind. In their stead, an IKEA coffee table bearing a grossly fake plant—and more along those lines. Inexplicably, it angered him.

No matter.

He was drawn to the basement.

He wasn't going in blind, to tell the truth. They'd been hot on Hoffman’s trail for weeks—till the trail, suddenly and without explanation, ran cold. Call it a hunch, but Peter had been with the feds long enough to know when one ought to put two and two together.

The doors, although robust and seemingly heavy, weren't difficult to pull open. The accompanying screech was deafening. The stench might’ve made a lesser man empty his stomach.

A flashlight had been a good choice. Peter flicked it open, unleashed the military-grade light into the decrepit old room, watched it flood and seep into every nook and cranny. (For better or for worse—some things might’ve been better off remaining hidden from view; Peter wrinkled his nose at Gordon's foot.)

Hoffman sat there, a lifeless pile of limbs slouched against some piping. Peter couldn’t tell, not from that far off, whether he was even breathing.

He wasn’t sure which to hope for.

His boots click-clacked against the slightly sticky tile. Hoffman stirred.

His eyes, blue and tired and bloodshot, lingered on Peter. Alert but unseeing, cloudy and unfocused. How long has it been since Hoffman had been left down there?

A while, surely.

Peter could pinpoint the exact moment things snapped into place. Hoffman jerked like a kicked stray, a weak hand reaching out before again collapsing by his side. "Strahm?"

His voice was hoarse; beyond that, really. It crackled around each syllable forced up his raw throat. A haunting realization rattled through him: Hoffman must've screamed. He must have screamed for a long time.

"Yeah." Peter’s mouth was dry.

"Hey."

Peter wasn’t sure what had finally dragged his ass out here, to this accursed house and its rank basement bathroom. He'd have claimed revenge initially, or perhaps that deep-seated drive to see justice through. As it was, none of that seemed to matter much at all. Maybe he'd enact all those fantasies later, but...

For the moment, he found himself rather overcome with the singular desire to haul Hoffman to safety. (Certainly a strange sensation overall.)

Interestingly, instead of reaching for the bolt-cutters hanging off his belt, he reached for Hoffman’s dirty, grimy, cold face. Heaved a sigh upon feeling familiar skin beneath his fingers. (Godamn him to hell. Goddamn Hoffman, too.)

He sniffled—Christ, he sniffled.

"Been a while," he muttered into the pocket of air between them, running his thumbs over Hoffman’s cheeks.

Hoffman smiled an ugly, lovely smile.

Old habits and their hard deaths, and all that.

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“A Little Help” (Tom Bennett x black!reader)

Summary: You are Connie’s younger sister. You get set up with a blind date with someone you’re not really interested in. Thankfully, Tom walks by and helps you with your.. situation.

Notes: GIF is not mine, some angst, some fluff, sexual themes (fingering, oral sex, p in v penetration, overstimulation), minors DNI

**

One of your mates, the few you have, set you up on a blind date. She says that it’s been too long since you got laid and it was starting to make you bitter. You wholeheartedly disagree. You were not bitter, you were just annoyed with the selection of men in Manchester. They were cocky in the mouth and nowhere else.

She pressed you into it every day and now here you were, sitting across from a mid boy who eats like a bloody cow. “I’m still trying to understand how a gorgeous woman like you is without a man.” “My friends say the same,” you spun the spoon around in your tea mug a few times before lifting the cup to take a sip.

He continued to ramble on about derby bets and you find yourself disassociating when a pair of familiar blue eyes caught your attention. You let out a huff when you were met with the smirk of Tom Bennett. He shoved his hands in his jacket as his long legs stride towards you.

You felt some relief when he cocks his head to your date and you shook your head subtly. He nods to you as he approaches. “Hey, your sister is looking for you. She needs you for something.” Tom interrupts your date, giving him a once over. “Prime pickin’, this lot.” He says to you once you stood from your chair.

“We’re in the middle of something, mate.” “Clearly she isn’t enjoying it, mate.” Tom says venomously. “What, are you her boyfriend or something?” You opened your mouth to say something but Tom beat you to it. “And what if I am?” “You let her go out on dates?” “I’d hardly call it a date if she was giving me the help me eyes to get away from you.”

“You sure you know this guy?” Your date asks you. “Yes, I do. Thanks for the date, Peter. But I have to get going.” You tried to pull Tom away by the arm but he wasn’t budging. “The fuck kind of name is Peter?” “It’s my father’s name. You got a problem with that?” Peter says. “Well then your father is a cunt,” Tom prods and Peter is in his face.

“The fuck you just say?” You let out an annoyed breath and squeezed yourself in between the two feuding men. “Peter, just walk away. We’re just leaving.” “I said, you’re father is a cunt,” Tom repeats, sounding out every word like he’s speaking to a child.

Tom nudges you out of the way as Peter shoved him to the ground. Peter lifts his leg to kick Tom and you swung all the way back to throw a solid punch to Peter’s jaw. Thankfully for you, it did the trick and Peter falls unconscious, his head slapping against the pavement on the way down. You shake your hand, cursing as pain shoots through the nerves in your wrist.

“Fuckin’ hell, Y/N. Where did you learn to punch like that?” “Not a word out of you, Bennett.” You scold, reaching into your purse and setting down five pounds on the table for the meal. You wince at the throbbing pain growing in your right fist. Helping Tom up, he noticed your hand.

“You’re hurt. Let me see,” “It’s nothing. Just a sprain.” You dismiss, starting the walk back to your flat. “Why must you always start a fight?” “Because it’s fun,” “Well it’s not going to be fun when someone puts you on your ass. You know you’re lucky that you’re like seven feet tall,” you exaggerate.

“What’s that have to do with anything?” “Most men with common sense don’t pick fights with tall boys,” “Your boy did,” “He’s not my boy. And you called his dad a cunt. What do you expect?” “Why were you on a date with him anyway?” He asks, falling into stride with you.

“A friend set me up with him as a blind date,” “What didn’t you like about him? Other than the fact his name is Peter,” you couldn’t help but laugh at his quarrel with the name Peter. “He’s more boring than our history class,” “Damn,” “Thank you for helping me. But you’re an imbecile for starting something you couldn’t finish,”

The walk to your flat was quicker than anticipated. You’re surprised Tom stayed with you the entire time. He normally busies himself with bets and women.

“You going to invite me in for some tea?” “Come on in then,” you unlocked the door, taking off your jacket and hat as you walked through the door. “He didn’t deserve that dress at all,” you caught him staring at your breasts that were propped up in a red, silk dress.

You slapped his chest hard enough for an umph to leave his mouth. “Stop looking at my tits,” “Ouch, is that anyway to treat a house guest?” He retorts, rubbing his chest. “If they’re staring at my tits, yes.” You kicked off your shoes and made your way into the kitchen.

“How do you like your tea?” “Two cubes and one spoon of honey,” Tom leans on the table behind you, staring at how your dress hugs your ass. “Tom, if you’re ogling me. I will hit you,” “Jokes on you. I like a little foreplay.” You turn around and crossed your arms, which somehow invited Tom to get closer to you.

“I can guarantee you that I know how to appreciate an amazing body and a gorgeous face,” “Tell me that line doesn’t actually work on girls,” you say, completely unfazed. “What girls?” He teases, making you laugh. “Good one,” you turn back around and opened the kettle to let the water in.

You could feel his breath on your neck, and the thought crossed your mind to let things happen. He’s cute and sassy. He’ll at least make things interesting.. on second thought, no. He’s your sister’s best friends little brother. If things go south, you would still have to see each other.

“You mind getting me some ice for my hand?” you asked over your shoulder. He waits a moment before pulling away from you and opening your freezer. He grabs an ice bag and places some ice cubes in it before tying it off. He opens his hand and when you hesitate he takes your hand into his.

You started to enjoy how warm his hand was. But that didn’t last for long, you hissed at the minimal weight of the ice. “Thank you… for having my back.” he says. “You can thank me by learning to fight,” you said with a sigh. “Does that mean you’ll teach me?” “And give you another excuse to touch me? No.”

“Damn. You’re smarter than I thought.” He says, earning another hit from you and he chuckles in return. The door opens and you brought your attention to the hallway. You heard the voices of your sister and your normal client. You would do her knotless braids every four weeks on the dot.

Connie’s eyes fell to your bruising hand. “What the hell happened? Please tell me you didn’t get into a fight.” Connie scolds. “I went on a blind date and-“ “Did Peter force himself on you? I’ll wring out his neck,” your client and close friend asks. “You’re the one that set her up with that wanker?” Tom asks.

“No he didn’t force himself on me. Tom was my alibi to get out of the date. Peter and Tom ended up in a quarrel.” “So he didn’t hurt you?” Connie asks. “No. I hurt him,” “And his pride. Poor sap.” Tom says, earning an eye roll from you. “I can still do your hair though, Denise.” “Your Dad is looking for you,” Connie tells Tom.

“This got to be good,” you pulled away from his hand and cradled your iced hand to your chest. He looked at you and you shrugged. “Rain check on the tea then,” he says as more of a statement instead of a question. “Absolutely not. This isn’t happening.” Connie says, motioning between you two.

“Why not. He’s pretty cute,” Denise says, giving him a once over. “Sorry, honey, I’m spoken for.” Tom sends you a wink as he went out the door. Your mouth fell open in disbelief. “I’m going to kill you,” Connie threatens. “I swear. We are not together. He said the same thing to Peter and I have no idea why.”

“Maybe he wants you to be his.” Denise says. “Doubtful. Guys like Tom don’t commit. But enough about Tom, let’s start on your hair,”

**

Tom has been over your house multiple times that week. Constantly annoying you while you worked on your clients’ hair. The clients found him entertaining but you threw things at him every chance you got.

“Why can’t you do my hair like that?” Tom asks, his eyes falling on the freshly done faux locs. “Because your hair would fall out,” “Really?” His mouth parted in shock. “Yes, your hair texture and ours is different. Which is why we can keep a hairstyle in for weeks without any damage.“

“Can you pass me the setting foam?” You add. “Y/N, why don’t you give him a chance? He’s willing to learn about your culture. And he’s cute.” “What she said,” Tom states. “You should be all set, Angelina. Thank you.” “Mmhm, bye.” She sits from the chair and looks between you and Tom. It was sunset and this was normally the time you kicked Tom out, not wanting him to get any ideas.

But you thought it was about time to show who really has the power between you. “Looks like the sun setting. Perhaps we should get dinner?” “I was thinking about what Angelina said,” “Oh yeah?” He stands from the couch and made his way over to you. “Yes, but I wanted to make some things clear.” You start, closing the gap between you.

You placed a hand on his chest and slowly slid it upwards, looking up at him with hooded eyes. His chest rises and falls quicker than usual and you knew you had him wrapped around your finger. “You see, me and you are quite similar. Enjoy having sex but don’t fuck just anyone. The difference is.. that I’m just better and I can go a long time without sex without becoming desperate. Can you say the same?” You asked, your voice just below a whisper but he could hear everything clearly.

“I..” you stepped closer to him, his abdomen pressed against yours and you chuckled softly. “I bet your cock is dying to get out of your trousers,” you said with your lips brushing against his. He let a shuddered breath and leaned into kiss you but you pulled away from him before he had the chance.

His eyes darkened with lust, he closed the space between you. “You said you wanted to get dinner,” you tell him. “I’m staring at my dinner right now,” “You have one chance,” “That’s all I need,” he slams his lips on yours, knocking the breath out of you.

His kiss was sloppy and fast as he gathered you in his arms and dropped you on the couch. He tugged off your pants and your underwear in one motion and that’s when everything became real. He watches his fingers disappear between your folds. “Fuck me, you can barely take my fingers.”

He pumps his fingers deep into your cunt, smiling when your thighs start to tremble a bit. “W-wait,” he props one of your legs over his shoulder and rubs figure eights on your clit with his tongue. “S-shit. What if Connie walks in?” You moaned. “It adds excitement don’t you think?”

“I- oh fuck,” the wet sounds of your walls suctioning around his fingers and him licking between your folds. He rolls his fingers quicker, prodding until he found a gspot. He knew he found one when your body jolted forwards. “There it is.” He says against you. You rolled your hip, rubbing your cunt on his rough palm and moaned loudly.

“You just can’t help yourself, huh? You just have to act like a little slut. And here I thought you would be an innocent little angel.” He split your fold open and licked under the hood of your clit until you came in his mouth. “So you like when I call you a slut then?” “Maybe,” you stood from the couch and pulled off your blouse.

He ripped your bra down the middle, groaning when your breast spill out of it. “I’ve been wanting to suck on these for ages,” he cupped your breasts and licked between them, leaving goosebumps in his wake. You pulled away from him and ran up the stairs with him hot on your heels. He watched your every move and now that you have his attention, you spread your legs as you stood over the edge of the bed.

You leaned all the way down until your chest was flushed to the bed. You linked your arms behind your back and did a little wiggle to invite him over to you. “God I wish I could take a picture,” he says, his eyes raking over your naked form. He takes off his shirt, you could hear his belt jangling behind you.

“Fucking slut,” he claps both of his hands down on your ass and you laughed into the sheets below you. Your mouth fell open as your walls expanded around his cock, the tip brushing against a spot in you that made you shiver. He gripped your linked hands and tugged your body back onto his cock.

“Christ, you’re sure you’re not a virgin?” He asks. You clenched around him hard and throw your hips back on him. He chokes out a moan before adding, “Nevermind then,” he reached around your thigh and rubs quick, soft circles on your clit. “T-Tom,” “Tom,” he mocks, thrusting into you harder.

“I fucked you with my fingers till you came and this is the first time you’re saying my name?” He degrades, you whimpered when he started rubbing your clit faster. You whined when he stopped thrusting. He smacked your ass after he pulled out of you. He flipped you on your back, pressing one hand on your stomach as he continued to thrust into you hard and deep.

Your tits bouncing caught his attention and he sucks on one of them. You closed your eyes, arching your back at the building warmth in your stomach. “Tom,” “Are you close, whore?” Your walls trembled around him, sending him over the edge. “Can I..” he trails off when you nod. “I’m on the pill,” you felt his seed fill your cunt to the brim with some leaking form your thigh.

He sucked on your other nipple, squeezing your clit until he felt your body seize once again. “Fuckin hell. That’s not what I thought would happen,” he pulls out of you slowly, noticing the mess. “I’ll get you a towel,” you smiled to yourself when he walks away.

“Not bad, Bennett.” You said once he handed you a moist towel. “Didn’t know you were into degrading, Y/L/N,” “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me,” you said with a wink.

**

He thrusts one more time before spilling into you.

Pulling away from your neck, he kisses down your back. You sat up from laying on your stomach and faced him. “Kiss me,” he states, his gaze lingering on your lips. You pressed a peck to his lips, which he deepened and leaning into you so you laid on your back.

“What’s this about?” “What I can’t kiss you anymore?” “You don’t normally kiss me,” he pressed another kiss on your lips and you pulled away from him. “Tom,” he pulls away from you and stands from the bed. “You know what, forget it.” He deadpans, pulling up his boxers.

He picked up his trousers and slid them on. The room was silent as you watched him get dressed with a bewildered look on your face. “I mean, am I so disgusting that you can only fuck me and not kiss me?” “I never said that you were disgusting, Tom. It’s just..” “Kissing is something couples do.” You add after a long pause.

He looks at you for a moment before his gaze fell to the shirt in his hands. “So that’s what this is about. You want to be a couple?” “Is that so hard to believe?” “I just wasn’t expecting that,” “What were you expecting then?” “I thought this was what you wanted. Sex with no attachments. Free to pursue who we want. I..”

“Guys like Tom don’t commit,” he quotes from a conversation you had with your sister. You weren’t aware he was still in ear shot. “Isn’t that true, though?” “Why don’t you quit telling me what I want,” he snaps. “What do you want from me?” “I want someone to care about me, damn it! I want someone to care..”

You grew quiet at his outburst and he let out a sigh, wiping a hand over his face. “I’m tired of being treated like some fuck up. A fucking burden on the people in my life. I’m sick of it.” He pulled his shirt over his head and walked out of the room. “Tom,” you called after him and followed him out of the room.

You made your way in front of him and pressed your hands to his chest. “Look at me,” “Please,” you add softly and his gaze finally met yours. “If I didn’t care about you,” you took his hand into yours and laced them together, sighing when he did the same. “Then I wouldn’t have defended you from Peter,”

“That dumb cunt,” he said, making you chuckle. “I care about you very much, Tom. I’ve cared for you since we were in junior high,” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “Decided to save myself the heartbreak and keep it to myself.” “Did you know this would happened later on?” “Mm, I knew you would eventually come to your sense. I mean look at me.”

He presses his lips to yours and you smiled into the kiss. He pulled his hand away from you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “If you wanted to spend the night, I can cook something.” “That sounds like a great idea. When does you sister come home?”

“In an hour,” you pulled him close to you by his belt loops and you walked him back into the bed room. “How do you think she’ll react?” You nudged him to sit on the edge of the bed and he looked up at you with a wide smile on his face. “She’ll probably try to kill you,” “Then at least I’ll die happy,” He took off his shirt and offered it to you. Your graciously took it and draped it over your frame.

“Fuckin hell, you look good.” He noticed the shirt stopping at the middle of your toned thighs. “Oh yeah?” You straddled his lap and took your bottom lip between your teeth. “Does this mean you’re my girlfriend?” “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend, Tom.” You hummed, kissing him again as he laid down. His hands cupped your ass, pulling you down on his crotch.

“Y/N!” Your sister calls from downstairs, scaring the shit out of you both. “Did just hear a boy’s voice?” She says threateningly low. “Hey, Connie.” Tom calls from the room. “That better not be Tom Bennett, Y/N.” You met Tom’s eyes when you heard the steps creak. You slid off of his lap and stood from the bed, gently taking his hand as you looked to the door and Tom smiled at the gesture. “I’m going to kill you,”

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - September 17th

Happy Sunday, friends! Here’s today’s list--it’s gonna be kinda light over the next week or two, because work is kicking my ass. Enjoy though! And be sure to leave a comment/kudos for the fic you enjoy! 

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Transistor-Powered Teammate by veryvincible

“You know, I always thought Tony Stark would be the one to master time travel. When I first got here, I half thought he must have a time machine laying around somewhere.”

Heart’s desire. by captainstars

Neither Steve nor Tony could have reacted in time to the purple blast that exploded out from the stone, bathing both of them in the warmth of its eerie light.

“You will realize it.” The man professed, his gaze startlingly clear for someone who had been rambling until then.

“You will realize your heart’s desire.”

OR

The fuck buddies + ABO AU.

make me yours by complicationstoo 

Steve sighs, “With the way the serum made me look and the strength it gave me, I know you were expecting me to be, I don’t know, more dominant in bed, I guess. And I know it’s a fair assumption, I’m not saying it isn’t, but it’s not really true.���

Tony is grateful that Steve can’t see his face right now, because he can’t mask the utter surprise on it when it finally clicks.

“Oh,” Tony says. “Oh, that’s - oh.”

tomorrow by complicationstoo 

“She’s just a friend, you know,” Natasha says, and Steve nods. He does know, because Tony told him himself a few days ago, then again tonight when he introduced her to everyone. But his hand was on her lower back, and hers was on his arm, and they were both smiling and so clearly familiar with each other that it didn’t matter that they’ve known each other since they were kids. All Steve could see was that someone else was Tony’s date for a gala he didn’t even want to come to in the first place, making the whole night that much more miserable for it.

Foot, meet mouth by itsallAvengers

Peter finds a ring in Steve's jacket pocket.

Peter confronts Steve.

Peter discovers it is, in fact, not actually Steve's jacket.

Peter contemplates how long his dad is going to ground him when he finds out what he's just done.

Put Me Back Together by AvengersNewB

Steve holds it together to see through what needs to be done, with Tony missing in space and half of the universe snapped out of existence.

Only until Tony comes back to earth.

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Infinity War fix-it.

A Bit Of Sweet Sugar (For The Veins) by dingadur

Steve finds a flogger in Tony's underwear drawer and promptly freaks the fuck out.

They figure it out, though.

fun & games by welcoming_disaster

In which Steve Rogers keeps making bets he's going to lose.

Captain Planet by tsukinofaerii 

After the Red Skull incident, Steve needs to get away from things for a while. Tony, being the caring and considerate person he is, makes arrangements. But the Steve that comes back might be a little more than the world can handle.

buy the brooklyn bridge by plingo_kat

It’s a whole new world, and Steve finds himself fitting in pretty well. Especially with Tony Stark as a guide.

My Heart Would Benefit From a Little Tenderness From Time to Time by SuperstringSymphony 

“Come with me.” Tony licks his lips, blue eyes lifting to meet Steve's. “We've both had a long week, I thought you might like to relax.” Tony's gaze darts from side to side. Steve has noticed since they started this that Tony only ever truly looks nervous when he's talking to him. “The car is around the front, what do you say, weekend getaway?” Tony smiles, stroking a hand down his back with a featherlight touch. Steve just barely represses a shiver, eyeing Tony for a moment. With other people he's always a little shuttered. Here though, with Steve, his expression is unguarded, eyes bright with hope. He looks a little strained though, as if the week has taken its toll on him as well.

When I think about you by sirona 

Five times someone saw Steve sass the hell out of Tony and one time Tony finally bought a clue. Also known as the story of Captain Sasspants more than handling his own with Tony Stark at his most devious.

Two Out of Three (Ain't Bad) by plingo_kat

It blindsides him one morning in the middle of his customary third cup of coffee; Steve walks through the door in loose cotton pants, shirt pulled up to wipe the sweat off his face from his usual morning workout, and Tony thinks: adorable.

Not a Breakup by Annie D (scaramouche)

Tony knew it was a bad idea to start sleeping with Steve. It could mess up team dynamics, make things even more awkward between them in the future, or just plain get in the way of their trying to save the world. Tony foresaw all of the above but not the advent of feelings, and at the most inopportune moment.

For a Certain Definition of Happiness by Neverever

Steve Rogers should be happy - he has a job leading the new team of Avengers, friends, and a steady girlfriend. He works well with Tony Stark, who has retired as Iron Man and provides financial backing and technical support for the team. Steve's life becomes complicated when the Avengers encounter a mysterious supervillain crimewave, Helmut Zemo wants to legislate the Avengers out of existence, and his relationship with Sharon begins to fall apart. Then, after the death of a close friend, Steve begins to question if he is truly happy.

And, worse, why can't he get Tony off his mind?

Ares & Vulcan by Captain_Panda

"I am the god of war.  And I’m here to fight the mad Titan Thanos."

Tony Stark dies. Steve Rogers endeavors to fix that. In the process, he transcends.

An Endgame Greek god fusion. Because time travel.