#kicking my feet and blushing I LOVE YOU PARKER!!

[vaaaaaiolet]

vivi first of all you don't UNDERSTAND when i say i lovw cowboys. & i love leon. & i love matt mercer as re6 leon. I MEAN IT!!! (+ i mean.. we know matt mercer's capable of one of THE most handsome southern drawls around) second why are you so good at writing!! the weaving of religious imagery and. gosh idk you just have such a way with words, and you sell the fantasy of every scenario you throw leon into. (also WHAT do you mean half assed. everything's so good, the banter is so fun, and so- so leon) amazing work fr <3

matt mercer makes me go RABID YOU'RE SO REAL!!! FOR THIS!! i would pay my entire college tuition to him in cash to hear his southern drawl just once oh my goodness.

ACKKKK THAT'S RELIEVING TO HEAR LMAOO i think this is the first actual REAL nsfw yk i've ever written so i was super nervous posting. i'm so happy you liked it AHHHH ILYYY!!! THANK YOU FOR READING!! KISSING YOU THRU THE SCREEN <333

[celestie0]

kickoff! reader who is stalking gojos page and accidentally likes one of his oldest posts. she panics and turns off her phone, without unliking it.

kickoff!gojo who is re reading your guys instagram messages and you text him while he’s doing this. he scrambles to come up with a reason as to why he read your message instantly

kickoff! reader who tries to watch soccer games to understand what’s happening. she probably yells offsides at everything. gojo can only smile at her and offer to help her out

kickoff! gojo who takes a picture of your silhouette in front of those statues you meet up at during the sunset (without your knowledge) and makes it his lock screen. you ask him about it but he just pretends that it’s a soccer goal and the sunset behind it.

kickoff! reader who finds herself thinking of satoru way too much. will see basically anything and be reminded of him. “oh a pair of sunglasses? gojo would like those” “hm, they started selling a strawberry tea? gojo would drink that”

kickoff! gojo who loves the sims. unironically makes a sim version of him and reader. tbh he probably doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, he just starts thinking about reader and starts adding her features. thinks it’s funny to make them have “fun time”

kickoff! reader who is looking through the game pictures she takes and finds herself staring at gojo. doesn’t even realize she’s doing it until mina walks in on her. think peter parker and gwen stacy

kickoff!gojo who has a full “project m’bappe” for your future kids. starts the kids off with a soccer plush and it leads to them being absolute powerhouses in toddler leagues

kickoff! reader who used to play soccer as a kid. threw a tantrum in the middle of a game because she decided she hated it. only started to like it again because of gojo

kickoff! gojo who keeps a printed out picture of the two of you in his wallet. Suguru took it at the frat party when gojo kissed you. around you is blurry and flashing lights, in the middle of the chaos is gojos lips pressed against yours. His hand is holding your waist, you’re slightly on your tippy toes to reach him. He sometimes zones off when paying because the picture catches his eye

BABE……..WHEN I TELL YOU IM BLUSHING N SQUEALING N KICKING MY FEET SM RN…..UHHH I THINK U MIGHT HAVE TO JUST TAKE OVER WRITING THE SERIES FOR ME??? bc i went thru sm emotions reading these pls 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ok first of all tysm for thinking of these and sending them to me???? i genuinely cannot believe youve made headcanons for my fic that’s so surreal n i will forever remember this 😭😭

BUT ALSO THESE ARE SO ACCURATE PLS and all the little details omg it means sm that youve noticed all these lil thinfs throughout the fic n their relationship n i cld cry rn 😭😭

pls excuse me for addressing each n every one of these bc im so excited by them i fear this ask will be long so i’m adding a keep reading loool

sobsosbsosbsbsossbb the headcanons ab their digital fuckups LMAOO omg reader is 100% the type to be stalking him at 3am even tho she swears shes not even THAT down bad for him n then she loses all feeling in her face when she realizes she liked a post from when he was like in high school or sumn🧍🏻‍♀️there’s no coming back from that LMFAOO but i feel like gojo wldnt even notice it bc he probs gets a lot of notifs so she’s safe this time around 😭😭 BUT YOURE ALSO SO RIGHT AB HIM REREADING MESSAGES N THEN GETTING SPOOKED WHEN HE REALIZES SHE SAW THAT HE READ IT RIGHT AWAY LMAO i feel like he’d pull something like “uhhhh i was just about to trxt you, that’s why” and she’s like “🤨 this is the fifth time that’s allegedly happened”

aww reader trying to understand soccer for him 😭 thats so cute bahah also i made another headcanon recently from another anon who mentioned gojo streaming the world cup hehe it’d be so cute if reader shows up to the frat game nights in the jersey of the team that gojo’s rooting for bc she’s just trying to be a supportive girlfriend n she gets excited watching the game but she’s actually got no clue what tf is going on 💀 but gojo adores her for it so thats ok

the lockscreeennn that’s so cute 😭 also i love the idea of reader being his muse too :”) like he doesn’t know much about photography but bc of her he’s like kinda curious about it now so he’s always taking pictures of her w his phone while she’s not looking :”) i imagine his camera roll is just a bunch of candids of her while she’s dissociating off into the distance or something 🤣 n he’s like “wow so pretty im so good at this”

OK BUT READER IS ME THINKING AB GOJO EVERYWHERE I GO LMAOO no but srs that one made heart skip a beat bc how sweeettt is that 😭 i think that is a true mark of love where u think of someone everywhere you go :”) for gojo, i imagine that anytime he sees anything scenic or colorful or something like blooms of flowers or a nice sky he thinks of how she wld probably really love to take pics of it n he gets sad she’s not there to do so

okk im down for sims boyfriend gojo 🤣 and wdym by fun time omg 😭 pls dont tell me it’s possible to make people BONK on sims. ive seen a lot of tiktoks recently about how they added gojo to stardew valley n ppl have been marrying him lmfaoo i wonder if gojo wld try to marry her in sims 💀 cant tell if thats cute or creepy PLS tbh i’d probs be like “aww babe”🧍🏻‍♀️

and YES AB THE ONE WHERE SHE STARES AT GOJO’s PICS THATS PRACTICALLY CANON, also, there was supposed to be a scene exactly like that in ch8 where mina walks in on her staring at the pics she was editing for her professor 😭😭 so ur 100% right on. i just bet he looks so handsome in those photos cuz he’s concentrated n sweaty n probs looks really determined n in his element tbf i’d be starinf at those pics too LOL

YOURE SO RIGHT HAHA he’d make sure their kids are soccer prodigies 😭😭 startin them YOUNG. reader’s like “dont u think they’ve practiced enough today…they’re supposed to go to that birthday party at noon” and he’s like “THE GRIND NEVER STOPS😤🔥” 💀💀 unironically the type of dad that wakes his kids up at 5am on summer break to take em to soccer bootcamp or sumn 😭😭 ok but he knows theyre just kids n lets them have fun haha obviously but he just has high expectations for them lmaoo

im so tender to the idea of reader having played soccer in her youuuuthh how cute wld it be if she unknowingly also had a crush on gojo back when they were kids (maybe there was some sort of co-ed game they played ONCE when their elementary schools organized it n she was like omg who’s that boy over theree n it’s just 8 y/o gojo who’s got all the 2nd grade girlies swooning even back then 🤣) but in adulthood she probably doesnt rememebr that at all haha OMGGGG I NEED TO MAKE THIS CANON BC HOW ADORABLE WOULD IT BE IF GOJO’s MOM HAD TAKEN A PICTURE OF THE GAME BACK THEN N U CAN SEE LITTLE GOJO N LITTLE READER ARE IN THE SAME PHOTO im gonna sob???? im so inspired by these rn??? anon??? can i fr hug u through the screen???

omggg ok im deceased im dead ab the PICTURE IN HIS WALLET. THAT IS SO HUSBAND CODED and adorabke asf i just might melt rn 😭 him getting distarcted while paying kakskddjhd also i can imagine him having a picture in his wallet of her in her cap n gown on n stoles n everything during graduation or something bc it reminds him of their college days :”) n when he’s playing away games during national league he’s always looking at it when he’s away from home bc he misses her

also i feel like suguru might’ve taken the photo as a polaroid 🤔 now i headcanon that kickoff reader also has a polaroid camera bc why wouldnt she lmfaoo 🤣 but just imagine the polaroid relationship wall LOL its so corny but i wld want them to make one together 😩💕

screaming. crying. feeling so inspired rn. cheesing. cheeks r hurting. love u sm anon srs if you have more i will gobble them up like a turkey. LOVE YOU <333

[parkerdoeswriting]

A Love Game

Peter Parker x AFAB! Reader

category: fluffy smut

summary: Peter and reader blowjobs except readers lowkey shy and so me 🤩

warnings: oral (reader and Pete), SMUTTTTT!, cum eating (hate that word it’s so embarrassing to write)

word count: 0.8k

A:N: reader is written as AFAB but I tried to write it gender neutrally for the trans mascs and afab enbies (MEE) :) also my first smut, so gross!!

smut under cut :)

“Fuckkkkk!!! Peter!!…..” you cry out as your pubic bone presses impossibly close to his face, his nose bumping into your clit, causing you to scream out more.

He mumbles a response, muffled by his lips against your folds.

“Peter fuck… GOD!” you don’t know whether or not to wrap your thighs around his head and squeeze him closer, or kick him away with your feet.

Your belly gets butterflies and you can feel your body squirming more and more, you let out soft moans that slowly get more and more loud with the intensity of the moment. You hear Peter’s tongue and lips practically slurping you from the bottom, the noises perverted and filling the room.

“Peter, please!” you cry out against for him, sweat around your hairline and your hair tousled.

He hums as he brings you over the edge, leaving your legs shaking as he continues lapping at your juices. Your chest raising up and down as you breathe frantically through the feeling of sensitivity he gave you.

You cry out and tug on his chocolate brown locks, trying to signal for him to pull away. He gives your clit a quick kiss before pulling away, his lips shimmery as he licks at them. You shy away from him, immediately trying to close your legs and cover yourself.

“Bug?” he kisses your knee, stroking your thigh up and down.

You reluctantly look up, seeing your boyfriend’s dorky smile and soft eyes, and you can feel yourself relax just at the sight.

“Was that uh.. good?” Peter asks, opening your legs again so he can lay between them, his face nuzzled on your chest.

“Y..yeah..” you say, playing with his hair again, still trying to come down from the feeling.

He smiles against your skin and places a quick peck just below your collarbone, giving that area a quick nip as well.

“Do uh.. you want me to do anything?” you blush trying to close your legs again.

“You don’t gotta..” he says, his eyes fluttering.

“Wanna make you feel good too..” is your reply before you weasel out from under him, rolling him so he’s on his back.

You lean in to kiss him, tasting yourself as you do so. He plays with your hair, running his fingers through it.

“You don’t have to Bug.. like eating you out” he nips at your bottom lip before pressing his lips to the corners of your mouth.

You pull away, and he goes to object before you slip your hands under his tented, plaid boxers.

“Fuck..” he grunts, feeling your hands wrap around him.

His hands push at his waistband, trying to frantically free himself. You see this and shakily remove them for him, watching him in all his glory. You lick your lips greedily as you thumb at his slit, watching him writhe under you. His lips play into a teasing yet loving smirk, his body propped up on his elbows.

It’s not like you haven’t been naked with him before, or even haven’t had sex, but you can’t help but be shy around your boyfriend when you’re both being intimate.

“Bug.. please move” he grunts, trying to buck his hips up and down as you stay relatively still, in thought.

“S-sorry..” you whisper, slowly stroking him as he moans.

“Just like that..” he stops thrusting so much, letting you take over.

You speed up and slow down, switching between different speeds as he grips the sheet of your shared bed.

“S’good” he shuts his eyes tightly, his face pinched together in bliss.

You slowly reposition yourself between his legs, practically doing the child’s pose as you kiss up his shaft.

“Is.. is this good?” You say inbetween pecks.

He nods and smiles at you, his eyes soft. You slowly descend your mouth on him, closing your eyes. You move your lips up and down on him, and he gasps.

“Gonna.. oh my god..” he whines, and you can feel his legs trembling on both sides of you

You feel a sticky liquid dribble onto your tongue, and you accept it. He’s moaning loudly as you wait for him to finish, tracing a vein on his dick with your tongue.

He sighs loudly and cups your face with one hand, pushing back his hair with the other. Your mouth is parted, his cum leaking out of your lips. He takes notice and pushes up on your jaw line, forcing your mouth closed. You take the hint and swallow, making a face at the slightly familiar taste. He smiles triumphantly before reaching for his and your discarded clothes, handing you pajamas and sliding his on.

“Cuddle time?” he asks, opening his muscular arms for you to cozy in to.

You smile and bury your face into the crook of his neck, letting him envelop you in one of his signature Peter hugs.

“My lil cuddle bug” he teases sleepily, his eyes closing.

[secretaccountlol]

Love and bonnets.

BLACK READER X PETER PARKER.

+18 SMUT!!!

No summary this time just gotta read it yourself :3

Word count: 3898!

TW? : uhm hair?? Uh the L word?! (Love) this is a pretty sweet fic so..also typos I’m sorry!

Author note:..hey ..soo.. did yeah miss me? Lol. Okay yes I’m sorry that haven’t uploaded in…like 3 months. This was originally was made in FEBRUARY.. for black history month and Valentine’s Day..(lmao yes Ik)

So sorry, also if your wondering on your request I’m sorry and I haven’t forgotten about you!!! I have this thing where I need to finish one story first, so since I was stuck on this one.. i never could start the other ones. Anyways enjoy.

Your mouth emits a low groan as the god rays blind your eyes, as you sit up stretching tight limbs.

You rub your neck as you look down, “goddamnit!” You pick your bonnet off your bedsheets, you kick your covers off in a rage making quick steps to the bathroom mirror

You pout seeing your hair thrown around your head like you were attacked by a windstorm. Looks like it’s another hat day, knocking at the bathroom door makes you jump.

“Hey, you done in there?”

“I’m naked!”

“No. you’re not, your lotion is still on your counter and I know you like to moisturize right after the shower. So open up, pleaseeeee? I gotta pee!” Before he could knock again you swung the door open, Peter’s shocked face turns into an inquisitive one.

“Your-“

“Don’t-“

“Didn’t y-“

“Yes,” you bum shoulders as you barge through the small doorway of your shared bathroom.

“But you-“

“If you mention it you’re anti-black!” You pause your feet, swiveling back to face him, “Also- don’t look in my room, it’s creepy!” Your arms cross as you speak, quickly turning around, not awaiting an answer.

“Your door was wide open! I didn’t look on purpose! A-and I’m not creepy…” you hold your laughter as you hear Peter mutter, “I'm not creepy” again as he shuts the door. You hum to yourself as you scan over each hat in your room, picking up each one as you put it against your forehead.

“I think it’s better to try them on, then put them against your forehead.” Peter’s voice sends a shiver of embarrassment as you turn to him, your mouth open to speak,

“Here, try this.” Your eyes are covered for a moment, Peter shifts the beanie to restore your eyesight you stare at his grinning face before turning to face your mirror.

The beanie fits your head perfectly, snarky blue embroidered webs were splashed on it, with the cutest spidey head logo winking back at you, and holy shit,

silk lining inside?!

“Pete, this hat is absolutely…” Your hands reach up to brush your fingertips against the embroidery making sure you weren’t imagining the intricate stitches.

“What? Is it not comfortable? I ca-“

“ Absolutely, adorable! Is it mine to keep?” Your eyes shift to his face which is bathed in blush, a simple nod acts as your answer.

You giggle as you pick clothes to go with your new hat using your bed as a display, your head tilts to look at Peter who has returned to his rightful place on the doorframe.

“Lookin’ for something, hm?” Your hands play with the fabric of your clothes as you speak.

“Oh? I give you free shit and you wanna kick me out?” Peter’s head rested on the doorframe tilted as he smirked, he really didn’t know how handsome he was, did he? You bit your lip.

“Nooo! I’m not kicking you out and you know it, Pete.” You roll your eyes before turning towards him taking slow steps. “But I do have to change and I like you Pete but not enough to let you see me naked, not yet .” Your tongue peaked out behind your teeth as you spoke,

Your hands rest on the door as you slowly inch it closer and closer to Peter’s body, he doesn’t finch opting to stare at you instead, eyes scanning you head to toe. “Are you imagining me naked?” Your eyebrows raised as Peter’s eyes flicker to your lips then to your eyes.

“No..” Peter’s voice wasn’t very convincing, you scoff pushing him out of your door frame, “I’ll be out in a minute.” You shut the door in his face.

-

“Singles night is a go!” You burst into the room, a new outfit on your body. Peter’s head lolling back to look at you, “Cute outfit but it’s definitely not night, at least not yet.” You frown taking a seat next to him.

“No need to be such a Debby downer, just a name.”

“Mm, yeah a name that only makes partial sense” Peter hands you a bottled drink, you block it with your hand.

“Beer? No thanks-“

“Mm, not beer. Fruity liquor, what do you take me as? A frat boy?” Peter’s hand hit his chest fingers splayed

In a fake offense.

You giggle, taking the bottle from his other hand, Peter pops the cap off for you.

“Why aren’t you taking a fine lady out for Val Day, Petey? Definitely hot enough to get some.” You bump shoulders with him.

He hums before answering, his soft eyes falling onto yours, “I’d just..rather spend it with you.” You swear you saw hearts in his eyes.

“Pete.. if you keep talkin’ like that I might take it the wrong way.” Take a sip of your drink, checking the label, 4.25% so it’s not the alcohol talking.

“What if I want you to take it the wrong way?” Peter’s eyes hung low as he inched closer, your hands clamping on his mouth as you shifted towards him as well.

“This is a very cruel prank for you to play, Mr.Parker.” Your words were just above a whisper as you moved your hand away, sticking out your tongue returning to your previous position.

“Wasn’t a prank..” Peter takes a sip of his drink as he turns away from you, also returning to his lax position.

“Anyways, weren’t we supposed to go somewhere today? Hence my need for the cutest hat ever !” Your head tilted to him as you looked up at your hat, god this hat was just so stellar.

“Mm, consider this a pregame I set the reservations

later today.” Peter’s voice was warm and smooth, like whiskey.

“Shit, reservations? I’m not dressed for a fancy place, oh no I gotta go change no-“

“No- you don’t, it’s not a fancy place. I just wanted to make sure we get a seat cus you know, day of love and all” Peter laughed, easing your nerves.

“Don’t scare me like that!” You fake hit him, he dodged a smirk playing on his lips.

“ I didn’t! You scared yourself like that!” His hands shot up in a defensive stand, you scowl.

“Ya yeah laugh it up..”

A comfortable silence falls between you and him, you shift trying to get comfortable again, feeling a bit cramped from sitting up straight. Peter lets out a soft sigh, patting his lap. You oblige his request, your hat shifts off your head, Peter gently pulls the rest off your head. You open your mouth to protest but before you can his hands start to massage your scalp, your eyes close as you let out a groan.

“Dude, that feels amazing..” you hummed snuggling closer to Pete’s torso as he scratched.

Your mind wanders as you drift off to sleep.

“Wash day? Like for clothes?” His eyebrows knitted together as he racked his brains for answers. “No, for my hair.” You paid him no mind as you grabbed all your hair products, plus a towel.

“Why a whole day? Can you not just wash in the shower and go?” Peter followed you into the kitchen he spoke watching you line up the bottles of hair products. Turning on the water, checking its temperature, and moving the dial to your liking.

“Cus, It's easier to wash it here and takes a long time. Plus, it’s what my mom always did. Of course, those days are over and now I have to wash my hair.. no spa treatment for me. “ you pout, wash days were a favorite growing up. Minus the pain of detangling, you loved the scalp massage, and the greasing of your scalp, just thinking about it made you miss home.

“I can do it for you.” Your eyes shot to Peter suspiciously.

“Do what for me?”

“I could wash your hair for you, I don’t mind.”

“Peter..-“

“Seriously! Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it! I'm a very quick learner, plus.. I uhm.. really like your hair. “

You smile softly at Peter’s confession, “You like my hair?” Peter gives you an exaggerated nod, “I like how soft it is.. and how shiny it gets.. I just- really interested in it? I hope that’s not weird.” He puts his hands up before scratching the back of his neck.

“It’s not! I’m just surprised you noticed.”

“I always ..notice you..”

You bit your lip, “Uhm, well. Here I’ll show you what to do.”

You never thought you’d enjoy walking someone else through the process of doing your hair. It was actually relaxing too, Peter’s hands were way gentler than your mom's so that helped too.

Since that day you would occasionally catch him watching videos about black hair, or reading an article on his phone when he thought you weren’t looking.

“Hey, can I try something?” Peter breaks out randomly as you both sit in the common space.

“Depends? What’s up buttercup?”

“Well, uhm. So, I’ve been doing some research.”

“Ooh, research? On?”

“Well, your hair.. and I-..wanted to try to do a different style.. if you’d let me..?” Peter’s voice squeaked, you watched as he physically cringed, you giggled at his dismay.

“Yeah, it sounds like fun.”

“Seriously??” Peter’s bright eyes stared at you with wonder.

“Yeah, I trust you.”

Thus began the weekly hair appointments with Peter the stylist. He tried anything and everything natural, Bantu knots, box braids, cornrows, and twists! Nothing was too much for him.

“Why can’t I do your hair for our dat-uh..hang out for Valentine’s Day?” Peter’s arms were folded as he pouted, standing between the doorway trapping you.

“Mm, because you’ve been spoiling too much! I practically don’t remember how to do my own hair. Plus, I want my hair to be a surprise and add to the excitement!” You grin.

“You’re plenty exciting on your own for me.”

“Whatever- now move!” You push through him.

“Hey..”

You groan, your eyes squinting.

“Hey, wake up-“

You whine as someone shakes you gently, your eyes flutter open to Peter’s brown hair and soft eyes.

“Hey, sleepy head.”

Your subdued smile playing on your lips, “Mornin”

Your hand reaches up, caressing his cheek. Your smile splits into a grin as he leans to your touch.

“I got something to show you.” His hand lays over yours.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, but I gotta get up to get it.”

“Mm- nooo,” you frown.

“I know but I’ll be quick, promise”

“Okaay” you lift, watching Peter walk to his room. You draw your knees close to your chest as you wait for Peter to return.

Your eyes light up when you see a small box with a bow tied neatly around it in Peter’s hands.

“It’s- it’s not much so”

“I don’t care! A gift is a gift, the only thing is you’ve given me two things today and I haven’t even gotten you one thing..” you sulked as he sat in front of you.

“No worries, I didn’t want you to anyways.” His hands extend the box out to you, your fingers graze him as you take it, and goosebumps formed on your arm from the light touch. He sits on the floor in front of you closely watching your reaction.

Your hands shake slightly as you undo the ribbon, opening the box carefully.

A piece of fabric was neatly folded in the box, your curiosity grows as you pick it out of the box, unfolding it gingerly.

A bonnet. He’d gotten you a bonnet, you turn in your hands a few times.

A bonnet with hearts on it-

Wait-

A bonnet that had the cutest collages of you and him printed on the hearts, your fingers trace over both of your smiling faces.

You turn the bonnet in your hands, noticing more little details. Your birthday and name sewn on the side in your favorite color, an adjustable satin strap to keep your bonnet from slipping, and to top it all off the same cute Spider-Man logo that was on your beanie he gave you earlier.

“Peter..”

“You like it?” He grinned.

“Awe I love it!!” You crash on top of him, squeezing the life out of him as you squeal.

“I don’t know who you commissioned but jeez you must have paid a shit ton for such awesome craftsmanship!”

“Actually..I sewed it myself.”

You pull back to look him in the eyes, “Are you serious, Pete?”

He nods as heat rises to his cheeks, “ I wanted it-.. to be special, custom. So I ..made it myself.” His eyes glanced away from you bashfully, shrugging his shoulders as he spoke. You lift his chin, your fingers stroking his jaw, “Thank you so much, this.. means a lot .” Your voice was just above a whisper.

His eyes lock onto yours, his hands on your waist. For the first time, you're keenly aware of how your bodies are touching. Your legs basically wrapped around his waist, your crotch painfully closed to his, your chest pressing lightly against his.

“Can I show a bit of my appreciation?” You feel like you’ve been running a marathon, breathless as you spoke.

“Yeah..yeah I’d like that..” Peter’s eyes flickered to your lips then back to your eyes half-lidded.

Your lips graze his before you both take the plunge. Soft lips collide, your hands travel up to his hair tracing circles.

A satisfying pop rings through both of your ears as you separate, your forehead bumps against him as you stare into each other's eyes.

“I got something to show you, wanna see?” You mimic his words from earlier.

“Yeah,” he mimics you back.

“But I gotta.. get up to show you” You bit your lip, grinning at your little joke.

“Nooo” Peter laughs, pulling you closer.

“It’s either that or you carry me to my room, silly”

Peter shrugs, “okay”

“I’m jokin-“

Peter’s nose bumps yours as he lifts you, your hands are clutching his shirt in an instant, “Peter-!”

“What? You said to carry you..”

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it, Let alone be strong enough!”

“Please you’re like a paper towel in my hands” he kisses your nose, “These muscles aren’t for nothing.”

“What muscles?” You stick out your tongue, giggling.

“Hey! I can still drop you, y’know.”

“Yeah, but I know you won’t.” You press a quick kiss to his cheeks as he gently lets go of your legs.

“What did you wanna show me?”

You grin, skipping over to your bed.

“This.”

“This?” Peter cocks an eyebrow.

“Know what this is?”

“I do.”

You sit down on your bed, “it’s a bed.”

“It is indeed.”

“Mm, do you know what we do on beds?”

“Sleep?”

You motion for him to come closer to you, he obliges by nestling himself between your legs, he towers over you making you crane your neck upwards. Normally this would be terrifying but with him. He looked like an Angel with the lights shining behind him.

“They also have sex.” You bat your eyelashes, you can make out the outline of his face as you speak but not his expression.

“Do you want..to do that?”

“Do what, Pete?”

“D-..do you want to have sex..?”

“Mm, Peter you’re so forward!” You teased, your hands toyed with his belt.

“May I?”

“Please” his voice cracked, desperate for your touch, for you.

Your soft hands undo his belt, unbuttoning his jeans letting gravity help you pull the pants to the floor. Your hands trace his boner through his underwear, palm the head, squeezing softly earning a soft groan. Your hands travel to his waistband, tugging it down slowly like a prize being revealed.

You pump once, Peter's hips jerk forward “Your hands a-are so soft..- sorry.

“No worries, Peter, I enjoy knowing you like my hands. I wonder how much you’ll like my mouth?” You line up your mouth to the tip of his cock, planting a kiss.

“Wait-“ Pete’s hands wrap around yours, “I’m afraid I’ll -..cum if you go any further....-“

“Oh? That sensitive..?” Your eyes flutter, head tilting in question.

Peter's hand covers his mouth as he glances away from you, “On-only because it’s you..and I don't want to be the only one naked..-if that’s okay with you of course.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, “I’m okay with that..”

You shift up the bed to make room for him, Peter’s leg finds a place between your thighs planting soft lips against yours. Hands trickling down to your breast, “Can I?” His eyes were like saucers as he stared into your eyes as you nodded yes.

He lifts your shirt gently, pulling it over your head. His hands grasp your waist giving you a gentle squeeze before helping you wiggle out of your pants. His hands hover over your bra, “Are you okay?” You run your fingers through his hair breaking his trace.

“I..I’m okay, you’re just beautiful.” Peter’s hand soft cups your breast as he stares at you, your lips let his name slip through.

His thumbs slide into your underwear, pulling back and snapping your waistband making you both giggle.

“Whatcha doing down there?”

“Taking my time with someone I love..” He bites his lips, with those big brown eyes that you adore.

You guide his hands back to your underwear, letting them grip your sides, “Well, that someone wants you to fuck them.. so I insist you continue.”

“Well if you insist..”

His fingers hook onto your underwear sliding them down your legs, you giggle as you kick them off once they get to your ankles.

“I swear I just saw your dick grow a few inches…”

“Mm, probably because I’m lookin’ at the most beautiful person in the world.” Peter’s hands prop himself over you as you up at him, stealing a kiss from his smiling lips.

Your hands trace down his chest as Peter leans in for more kisses, his lips move to leave delicately placing nibbles down your neck and collarbone. Nibbles turn into hickies as his mouth gets closer to your breast, his hands fondle your left breast before kissing the nipple of your right breast.

“You’re so warm and soft..” Peter mumbles, flicking your nipples with his tongue.

“It’s probably cocoa butter..” you bite your lip as you stare at him,

“Is that why you taste so great too?” Peter grins kissing your tits again before letting his tongue drag all the way down to pussy.

“Is that.. a chocolate joke, p-peter.”

“Nope, but feel free to grill me about it later.” Peter’s hands slide down to your hips, forcing your hips up slightly to meet his mouth.

He presses a kiss against your clit, sending pleasure through your body.

“Pete-“

“Shh- I got you.” His thumb gently presses against your pearl as his tongue dragged down, his eyes low as his tongue wiggled its way into your hole.

“Ohh, Pete..!” your hands find their way into his hair, tugging at the soft locks of curls.

Peter hums in approval, tongue probing deeper into your folds, his hand slides to your pussy, his thumb strokes your clit with a warm touch.

His palm pressed against your stomach softly to keep you from bucking up as he eats you out.

Your fingers yank at his hair as he strokes your pearl faster, earning a gasp from Peter, his eyes connecting with yours, a small smile playing on his lips as he makes his way back up to your face, fingers still playing with your clit.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“Fuck, yes.. I- need you inside of me..” You press a kiss at the corner of his mouth, tasting a bit of yourself on your lips.

Peter smiles as he dips down to capture your lips, as hips lined up with yours, replacing his hand with his dick letting it press against you.

“Condom?”

“Bedside drawer.”

Peter pulls out a condom from your stash, flashing it toward you while grinning.

“Naughty..”

You bite your lip in response, “Wouldn’t you rather me be prepared? “

“Yeah, otherwise I’d be running like a madman to my room to find one.” Peter’s brown hair flopped around as he spoke, hovering over you before pressing his lips against yours.

You hum as you feel his cock pressing against your hole, he wraps your legs around his waist as he sinks his cock into you.

Muffled moans are exchanged as your tongues clashed with each other.

“You feel amazing.” Peter’s lips nipped at his neck as he thrust slowly, “This okay?” He flashed his baby brown eyes at you.

“Y-Yea I’m okay, you’re just.. a little big.” A whimper slips through as you speak, “Shit, Peter..you’re filling me so- so well....” you squirm, squeezing down on his cock eliciting a muffled moan from his lips.

“Holy shit- that felt amazing please do that again, squeeze me again.” His hips thrust forward, your head throws back, squeezing him simultaneously in response.

“Peter..!” Your hands rake down his chest as he fucked you into the plush bed.

“Fuck, s-say my name again, please- I need I-it.” He grip your hips in a bruising he slams into you, you hummed his name out in chants as he pumped in and out of you.

“You’re so beautiful” his left hand slip up into your hair massaging the roots as his lips graced your skin, his thumb stroking circles into your skin, “Peter- I’m- “

Your back arched from his continuous touches, his hand pressed on your belly making your head loll back in pleasure.

“Oh god- shitshitshit. Right there-!Sosos good- “ your mouth drooled as his pace quickened, “I’m comin’-“

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight. I’m- “

Peter’s hands grip your waist as lifting your ass off the bed, ” I’m- gonna cum..!”

“I-I’ve wanted to do this for so so long-“

Your body goes limp as he fucks you through your high, “I love you- fuck I love you so much..!” Peter’s cock swells inside of you uttering more confessions as he cums, until his pace dwindles into small nudges.

His nimble fingers trace your hips before, reaching to engulf you in a tight embrace.

“That..was really really good.”

“It was..”

You both pause, it’s a comfortable silence.

“Did you mean ..that? When you said you loved me?”

Peter’s head which was in the crook of your neck moves to hover just above yours.

“Of course, I meant that.” His hands caressed your face, kissing the tip of your nose.

“I really do love you, if.. that’s okay?” He rubs the back of his neck, looking away slightly.

“Of course, that’s okay, Peter. Cus I..love you too.”

You could feel a rush of heat to your cheeks, as Peter’s eyes connected to yours in surprise.

“You do?”

“I do.”

His lips are instantly on yours sucking away your breath, you both pull back when you hear his phone make little chimes.

“I swear if it’s a spam call-“ his lips never stop kissing yours as he speaks, making you giggle.

“Sh- that’s the alert for our reservation!!”

“Wait- what?”

Both of you shoot up immediately, hopping on various clothing.

“Are we even gonna make it on time?”

Peter pauses for a second, “Mm, maybe if we swing there..?” His voice cracks a bit, making your lips split into a grin.

“I’m feelin’ adventurous today, why not?”

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Mr. And Mrs. Swift

Pairing: Peter Parker x Black Cat!Reader

Synopsis: Peter accidentally causes you to lose your memory during a fight, and you forget that you’re enemies

Masterlist

“Spiderman.” You smiled as you landed in front of him. “Always a pleasure.”

“Ughhhh.” Peter whined and stamped his feet. “I hate you.”

“Mmmm.” You hummed as you slinked over to him. “Charming and witty? Your girlfriend is so lucky.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend. So ha ha.” Peter laughed tauntingly.

“Oh, I could tell. If you did, you wouldn’t be spending all your weekends with me dressed in a skin tight suit.” You said as you ran a long black fingernail down his arm.

“You’re also in a skin tight suit.” He pointed out.

“I know.” You winked. “Lucky you.”

“Why do you always have to come after me?” Peter sighed. “You know I have qualms about hitting women.”

“I take offense to that, Spiderman.” You pretended to be hurt. “You don’t see me as a worthy opponent because I’m a woman?”

“No. What I don’t see is me hitting a woman as a productive way to spend my Saturday.”

“I want to be treated like an equal, Spiderman.” You purred as you walked in a circle around him. “Don’t go easy on me. It’s insulting.”

“Fine.” Peter shrugged as he shot a web at your feet, sticking you to the ground. Just as you looked down at the web on your shiny black boot, Peter delivered an uppercut to your chin.

“How dare you hit a woman.” You gasped as you rubbed your chin. “You coward.”

“You told me to!” He defended himself.

“I know. You’re so easy to mess with.” You jutted your bottom lip out as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Don’t think you’re getting any more shots in. I let you have that one, so I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted.”

“It did feel kinda good.” Peter admitted. “You’ve been a pain in my ass for a while now.”

“I think New York is getting awfully crowded, don’t you agree?” You batted your eyelashes. “I could do without you on the streets. One less problem to worry about.”

“I was thinking the same thing.” Peter replied. “But since I love our little encounters so much, I hope you still write to me after I put you in prison.”

“What a dirty boy.” You clicked your tongue. “Thinking about me in handcuffs? Naughty, naughty.”

“Thats not what I meant.” Peter blushed under his mask. “I mean I’m done with your bullshit. You and I have been fighting for years and it ends tonight.”

“Tell me, Spiderman.” You put your hands on his face. “How does it end? Do I get a happy ending?”

“No. It ends with me webbing you to a wall and waiting for the police to arrive.”

“Ooo. Kinky.” You winked. “Do we at least get a chance to say goodbye?”

“Why not? Black Cat, it’s been an honor being your enemy.” Peter said as he held out a hand.

“Spiderman, I wish I could say the same.” You smirked as you grabbed his hand. You yanked him towards you and kneed him in the crotch before twisting his arm behind his back. Peter let out a pained groan as you kicked him to the ground.

“Oh, you’re really gonna get it now.” Peter said from the floor. You stepped on his chest with your shiny boot to keep him on the ground.

“I have to say, Spiderman.” You smiled. “You look really good underneath me.”

Peter struggled to get your boot off of him with one arm and reached for whatever he could with the other. He spotted a lead pipe and shot a web at it, catching it easily once he pulled it towards him.

“You know, do you ever think that maybe we fight because-“

Before you could finish your sentence, Peter whacked you on the head with the pipe. You collapsed to the ground and laid limply on the floor.

“Because why?” Peter asked as he got up. “You didn’t finish your sentence.”

When you didn’t move or respond to Peters quip, he walked over to you and nudged you with his foot.

“Hello? Black Cat?”

Peter bent down beside you and shook you when you didn’t answer, but you still didn’t wake up. He shook your harder as he began to panic.

“Oh my God. Oh shit oh fuck oh balls oh no oh oh no oh no!” He gasped. “What did I do? I freaking killed her.”

Peter shook you harder before scooping you into his arms.

“Come on. Please wake up.” He begged as he patted your cheek. “I’m sorry I hit you with a pole. Please don’t die on me.”

Your head slumped against Peters shoulder as a raised bump began to form on your forehead.

“Show me your eyes, okay?” Peter pleaded. “Let me see your eyes. You always have on a different eyeshadow color when we fight. You probably thought I never noticed, but I do. I think brown looks the best on you. It brings out your eyes. Can I see them now? Can you show me your eyes?”

When you didn’t respond, Peter felt scared tears run down his face.

“Oh God. I’m going to jail.” He sniffled. “I’m a murderer. I committed murder.”

Peter took off one of his gloves and held his fingers to your neck, gasping in relief when he felt your heartbeat.

“Wait. You have a pulse!” He exclaimed. “Hallelujah! I didn’t kill you.”

He hugged your limp body tightly to his chest, feeling your heartbeat against his ribcage.

“We need to get you to a hospital. Come with me. Not that you have a choice.” He realized as he stood up. Peter threw you over his shoulder and held you tightly as he swung back to the tower. He climbed in through the window and carefully brought you over to the couch.

“All right. Nice and clean, nice and easy.” Peter said to himself as he set you down. He took off his mask and crouched down beside you as Carol walked into the room.

“Carol! Carol, please.” Peter stood up. “Could you put her in normal clothes for me?”

“Peter, I’m only going to ask you this once.” Carol said as she observed the scene in front of her. “And if the answer is yes, just nod. Don’t say anything.”

“Okay.” Peter said.

“Is that a dead body?” Carol pointed to you.

“No.” Peter assured you. “It’s my arch nemesis.”

“Your arch nemesis?” Carol raised an eyebrow. “Nobody says that.”

“People say it.” Peter scoffed. “I knocked her unconscious and I have to get her to a hospital.”

“Just take her to the medic here.” Carol told him.

“Then Mr. Stark will see what I did and take my suit away.” Peter whined. “But I can’t bring her to the hospital in her suit. Her identity will be exposed. So could you please change her into normal clothes?”

“Why can’t you do it?” Carol asked.

“I can’t knock her out and then take her clothes off.” Peter exclaimed. “Who do you think I am?”

“But you can knock her out.” Carol pointed out.

“It was an accident!” Peter protested. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Right. I’ll be right back.” Carol chuckled as she scooped you up. A few minutes later, she brought you back into the room with an Air Force t-shirt and jeans in place of your skin tight catsuit. Your white wig was gone, allowing Peter to see your natural hair for the first time. And best of all, your black mask was off, giving Peter a full view of your face for the first time. He walked over to you and hesitantly stroked your face with his thumb.

“Here.” Carol held you out to Peter. “Here’s your arch nemesis.”

“Thank you.” Peter smiled fondly as he picked you back up. “And don’t act like you don’t have one. We all have someone who we fight but also flirt with and hate but also want to kiss and stuff. Everyone has that.”

“Sure.” Carol eyed him curiously. “Update me when she wakes up.”

“Okay.” Peter nodded. “Thank you.”

Peter quickly changed into normal clothes and brought you to the hospital. He carried you to the front desk and got the attention of the lady sitting there.

“Hi. This is my arch- um. Sorry. This is my girlfriend and she hit her head.” Peter lied. “She’s been unconscious for about 20 minutes.”

“Is she allergic to anything?” The lady asked.

“I’m not sure.” Peter answered.

“What’s her name?” She asked.

“I’m also not sure.” Peter realized.

“You don’t know your girlfriends name?” The lady raised her eyebrow.

“Haha. I was just kidding.” Peter smiled tightly and tried to think fast. “That was a joke. Her name is Taylor.....Swift.”

“Your girlfriends name is Taylor Swift? Like the American singer?” The lady cocked her head.

“It’s actually an incredibly common name.” Peter lied. “More common than you think! Um, will she be okay?”

“With you, I’m not so sure. Can I get a gurney over here.” The lady called.

“Thank you. Can I come with her?” Peter asked as a nurse transferred you to a gurney.

“Are you family?” The nurse asked.

“Yes. I’m her husband.” Peter lied. “Mr....Mr. Swift.”

“Husband?” The nurse asked. “You look 12.”

“What can I say? Good genes. My father is Ralph Macchio.” Peter deepened the lie.

“Your father is the karate kid but you took your wifes last name?” The nurse began to catch onto Peters lies.

“Can we please just see what’s wrong with my wife?” Peter began to sweat.

“Yes. But since I don’t believe you’re actually married, you have to stay in the waiting room.” The nurse said before wheeling you off to the emergency room. Peter waited impatiently in waiting room until a doctor came and found him.

“Hello, Mr. Swift.” A doctor said as he approached Peter. “I’m Dr. Grey.”

“Thats so funny. Like the tv-“

“Don’t.” The doctor deadpanned. “Your wife fractured her skull. It looks like the result of a blunt force trauma to the back of the head. Do you know what happened?”

“I haven’t got a clue.” Peter gulped. “I just found her unconscious.”

“Well you’re lucky you found her in time.” The doctor said. “She’s in surgery now to repair the damage. She should be out in a few hours. We’ll know more once she wakes up.”

“Okay.” Peter sighed. “Thank you.”

An hour later, Peter was brought to the patient room where you’d be staying. He ended up falling asleep in the chair beside the bed. By the time he woke up, you sitting up in your hospital bed.

“Oh, thank God.” Peter sighed and wrapped you in a hug. “You’re awake.”

“Ugh, my head.” You groaned as you weakly hugged him back.

“You had surgery on your skull.” He told you as he stroked your hair. “Don’t try to move. Here. Drink some water.”

“Thank you.” You smiled gratefully as Petwr held a cup of water to your lips. After drinking the whole glass, you set the cup down and put your hands on his face. You pulled Peter into a long kiss, which made his eyes go wide. He kissed you back for a minute before pulling away.

“What the fu- excuse my language - what the eff was that?” He asked you as his cheeks went bright red.

“What?” You wondered.

“You just kissed me.” He whispered harshly.

“Yeah.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Are we not together?”

“No.” Peter said. “Do you know who I am?”

“No. I just woke up from surgery. I don’t...I don’t remember anything.” You realized. You reached over to grab your chart, quickly skimming it to see what was wrong with you.

“Oh my God. I’m Taylor Swift?” You gasped. “And I settled for you?”

“Okay. I’m glad to see some of you has come back.” Peter rolled his eyes. “Do you really not remember anything?”

“No.” You rubbed your head. “What happened?

“I hit you with a pole on accident.” He admitted. “I guess you have some amnesia.”

“You hit me with a pole?” You asked. “Why?”

“Because I’m....” Peter trailed off when he realized this was the first time you’d ever seen his face. Even though you were his arch nemesis, he wasn’t about to lie to you after putting you in the hospital.

“I’m Spider-Man.” He confessed. “And you’re Black Cat.”

“That’s a stupid name.” You scoffed.

“You picked it.” He pointed out.

“I meant Spiderman.” You told him.

“Oh.” He blinked. “My real name is Peter. But, still. Do you remember any of that?”

“No.” You frowned. “I don’t know you at all.”

“Then why did you kiss me?” Peter flushed a little as he touched his fingers to his lips.

“I don’t know.” You said sheepishly. “I woke up and saw you, and my instincts just told me that I trust you. From the way I felt when I looked at you, I thought we were together. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s all right.” Peter shrugged, certainly not mad about the kiss.

“In my defense, you are sitting vigil at my bed side.” You chuckled.

“Yeah, that ones on me.” Peter smiled fondly as he took a seat on your bed.

“What?” You asked when you noticed the way he was looking at you.

“This is the first conversation we’ve had where you’re not trying to kill me.” He told you.

“Why would I try to kill you?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Because that’s what you always do. I’m your arch nemesis.”

“My arch nemesis?” You snorted. “Nobody says that.”

“People say it.” Peter said quickly. “Anyway, we’re enemies. Or, we were. Now I’m not so sure.”

“Why?”

“Because now that I’ve seen your face, you’re kind of hard to hate.” Peter smiled shyly.

“Really? I’m looking at your face and I don’t think I’d have any trouble hating you.” You teased.

“I bet you wouldn’t.” “Peter chuckled. “I’m glad to see I didn’t knock the personality out of you. How much do you remember, anyway?”

“I can remember a few things, but they’re all random.” You shrugged. “I can’t even remember where I live.”

“Oh, that’s okay. You can stay with me until you remember. Do you remember the Avengers?” Peter asked.

“Is that the band that sings Hey Jude?”

“No.” He laughed. “They’re a group of superhero’s. They have a tower here in New York. You can stay there until you get your memory back.”

“Thanks, Spiderman.” You smiled softly. “I’m not sure how many people would do that for their arch nemesis.”

“You’re welcome.” Peter smiled back. “Maybe we don’t have to be arch nemeses anymore.”

Once you were discharged from the hospital, Peter took you home with him to the Avengers tower. He brought you to the spare room next to his and helped you get settled.

“You can stay here.” Peter said as he opened the door for you. “You have your own bathroom over here. And the kitchen is right down the hall on the left.”

“Okay.” You nodded as you took the room in.

“I collected some things from the girls in the tower.” Peter held out a stack of clothes and toiletries. “Um, there’s a sanitary napkin in there. For your...whatever.”

“Thanks.” You chuckled shyly as you took the pile from him.

“Mr. Stark wants to see you in the medical center when you get a chance.” Peter told you. “Just to make sure you’re really okay.”

“Who?”

“Don’t worry. He’s a good guy.” He assured you. “He’s Iron Man. You can trust him.”

“Okay.” You nodded hesitantly and put your stuff down. Peter noticed how close you stayed to his side as he lead you towards the medical center, keeping your body as close to his as possible. Once he brought you to the patient room, he tried to shut the door but you quickly held it open.

“I could stay with you, if you’d like.” He suggested when he saw how nervous you looked.

“Yes please.” You said quietly.

“No problem.” He smiled warmly at you. “I’ll be right here the whole time.”

“Thanks Peter.” You swallowed as you looked around the room. The bright lights brought back a few buried memories that you wished would’ve stayed forgotten. A medic came in at one point and Peter held your hand as you had your blood drawn. You were hooked up to a an IV pole to replenish your fluids before the medic left the room. Tony came into the room a few minutes later with a clipboard full of your results.

“Bloods done.” Tony announced as he skimmed the lab results. “And I took the liberty to do a background check. Your name is Y/n Hardy. You were born in San Junipero prison to Felicia Hardy. Looks like you bounced around a few foster homes until you were captured by HYDRA at around 17 years old where you were-“

“Yeah I....I remember HYDRA.” You cut him off. “Did you find any family? Or a home address?”

“Last known address is an orphanage that closed down a few years ago.” Tony answered. Peter looked at you sympathetically and rubbed your back to comfort you.

“What about Felicia?” Peter asked. “Is there any information on her?

“Hmm. Life sentence.” Tony read off the chart. “Multiple life sentences actually. She-“

“I don’t want to know.” You mumbled as you kept your eyes on the ground. Peter looked at you sadly as he watched you accept this news. He’d only ever seen you as the confident, witty woman who could kick his ass at a moments notice. He had no idea how badly your past had roughed you up.

“I’ll leave you guys to it.” Tony nodded before leaving the room.

“Hey, at least we know who you are now.” Peter tried to cheer you up.

“I’m not so sure that’s a good thing.” You laughed sadly. “Maybe it was better when I forgot all of that.”

“Look at it this way.” Peter said. “Now you get a chance to start over.”

“As what?” You looked up at him.

“Black Cat. The most notorious thief in New York. I know you lost your memory but I’m sure you’ll remember how to kick my ass.” He smiled at you.

“Why would I go back to fighting if I don’t even remember what I was fighting for?” You sighed. “I don’t think I want to do that anymore. I don’t want to be your enemy.”

“Okay. It’s your life.” Peter rubbed your shoulder. “You can do whatever you want with it.”

“I think I want to stay here for a bit.” You decided as you put your hand over his.

“Okay”. Peter blushed a little.

“With you.” You continued.

“Okay.” His blush spread all the way to his ears.

“Thanks for being so nice to me, Peter.” You said softly as you stared into his eyes.

“Well, I did hit you with a pole.” He chuckled. “This whole situation is my fault.”

“Yeah, maybe.” You laughed as well. “But you took the time to make sure I was okay. Judging by what Mr. Stark just told us, it seems like my life was not full of people who did that for me.”

“I’m here for you, Y/n.” He told you. “As much or as little as you need.”

“Thanks, Peter.” You mumbled as you grabbed a handful of his shirt. You pulled him down into another kiss, one he was ready for this time. He put his hands on your face and kissed you back, something he’d been wanting to do for a while now. When you pulled away, you smiled against his lips, feeling more you than you had in years.

“As much as I want this to continue, you should probably get some rest.” Peter kissed you one more time before grabbing your IV pole. “We can talk more in the morning.”

“Sounds good to me.” You smiled as he accidentally knocked your clipboard off the bed.

“I’ll come in to replace the bag in a few hours.” Peter said as he bent over. “The doctor said-“

Before Peter could finish his sentence, he heard a loud clang, followed by the sound of your body thumping to the floor. He looked at your unconscious body before looking at his hand, where he found the IV pole stuck to his palm.

“Oh shit.”

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OK OK OK!! SO I SAW THIS IN MY REELS!! how about a tom holland or peter Parker x reader (u choose) where they both are arguing over something that tom/peter did by mistake (not cheating tho) and tom/peter just doesn’t know what to say so he just screams out her name and continues to ramble his mistake and her how sorry he is.......BUT WHEN HE SCREAM HER NAME HE ACTUALLY SAID Y/N Y/M/N HOLLAND (or Parker)

and reader is just like all shocked and blushing and she just kisses him to shut up his rambling and it’s all cute fluffy with apologies and cute overall heart melting! I hope you write this I love your work❤️❤️❤️

His Last Name Next To Mine

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: Arguing, controlling family issues, angst, some cute fluff.

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: I think Tom is someone who will definitely have that slip up lol. I wrote this at 3am and i haven’t proof-read it so yeah, I hope you still like it though<3

“I can’t believe you did that, Tom” you snarled as you walked through the apartment door, almost shutting the door on Tom’s face in the process.

You were so angry, you were livid. You’ve just come back from a dinner party at your parents and your lovely boyfriend has blurted out something he shouldn’t have.

“I said I am sorry!” Tom said sharply as he locked the door behind him, kicking off his shoes near the shoe rack.

“No, sorry doesn’t cut it! I told you to not tell them and then you just slip up like that?” you yelled from across the living room with your hands up with your hair from frustration as you looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Yes I made a mistake,” he yelled back, now getting a little angry with all the fuss,”I told them that we’re moving away to New York and you’re taking that new job because I slipped! It wasn’t intentional!” he loosened up his tie and started walking towards you.

“Don’t come near me Tom, I’m really mad at you” you whispered angrily as you tried to calm yourself down. You pulled a chair out and sat on it, keeping your palms flat on the cold table.

Tom stopped right in his tracks, “I don’t know why you’re so angry, you were gonna tell them anyway right, baby?”

You scoffed as you looked up at him, “yes, that’s correct, I was going to tell them myself which you ruined!”

You pushed the chair back as you stood up, your heels clicking on the hard floor as you made your way to the bedroom. Tom followed you with a stony look on his face.

“Y/N, don’t you walk out on me when we’re talking- hey!”

You banged the bedroom door as you walked into the bedroom, almost breaking the thin necklace as you removed it from your neck. You heard the bedroom door slowly opening.

“Don’t bang doors in my face, Y/N” he said with his eyebrows raised, nose flaring with anger.

You took a sharp turn, facing him, you said, “you know what’s your problem, Tom-“

“Yeah, tell me what’s my problem” he cut you off this time as he stood close to you, trapping you between his hard chest and the wall behind you.

“Oh, I will tell you what your problem is,” you narrowed your eyes at him, pushing his chest away and stepping aside. Tom didn’t stop you, he always respected your boundaries, even when you both were arguing.

“I’m angry because you told them we’re moving away when I was planning to tell them that when we have already shifted! You know how controlling they can be; how they get in my head and now they will try to do it again. I don’t want them to control me anymore, Tom!” You snapped as your eyes started to get wet.

It was true, you parents were always a little too involved in your life and as a 26 year old, you hated it. You kept things from them and only told them when it was done with, you felt that it was the only way to have some privacy.

Tom knew it all too well. He knew how controlling they were and how they tried to get in your head. Hearing you express this as you looked at him with teary eyes broke his heart as he tasted guilt on his tongue.

“Baby, I’m sorry. Listen, come here-“

“And I hate how you’re making it look like I’m making a big deal out of this by yelling at me!” You stomped your feet and shook your fists like a little kid but you were so frustrated, it didn’t matter.

You slowly stepped away from him as you clutched your head, you felt a headache coming.

“Baby,” Tom huffed, “you know I hate it when you walk away from me during an argument-“

You turned on your heels as you reached for the bathroom door, twisting it open as you quickly walked inside and oh boy, Tom decided that he has had enough of you walking away in the middle of his sentences.

“Wait- Y/N Y/M/N HOLLAND YOU COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!”

You heard the door shut behind you as you stood cold in your tracks, your fists opening up in shock. In a daze, you turned around and slowly unlocked the door and peeked outside. Tom stood there cold in his tracks with his mouth slightly open in shock as his forehead glistened because of the thin layer of sweat. You both looked at each other with wide eyes.

“What did you s-say?” You whispered as you blinked slowly, waiting for him to answer.

Tom opened his mouth and then closed it, no words coming out as he waved his hands around in panic, “I said Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N” he said quickly.

“My last name sounds nothing like whatever you said but it did sound a lot like your last name. . .” You said cautiously as you took small steps towards him.

“I- okay fine, I said Holland. Please don’t be mad” he whimpered as he bit his bottom lip, clasping his hands together.

“Why would I be mad?” you said softly, you hated seeing him scared and right now, he looked terrified.

“I don’t know, I don’t know,” he blabbered as he closed the distance between you two, wrapping his arms around your body, “you know when you think about something a lot in your head and that thing kinda slips out of your mouth? Yeah that is what happened again and I know I pissed you off before and I don’t want to do it again, I’m so sor-“

You softly pressed your lips to his, he got the hang of it pretty quickly as his lips started to move against yours in an instant. You felt his tongue making its way to yours as you pulled back, your face still close to his. Tom frowned as he pouted his lips, asking for more.

“Do you think about it often?” you asked gently as you brushed his hair away from his forehead, “like-like my name with your um last name?” You felt shy, your cheeks turned rosy as you looked down briefly.

“I think about it all the time” he said rather quickly, resting his forehead to yours.

He bumped his nose against yours playfully, your bodies clinging to each other. In that moment you and Tom were one.

“I know we’ve been together for just 2 years and we’re so young but I can’t help it” he mumbled against your lips as your eyes fluttered, “can’t help it if you look like an angel, can’t help it if I wanna kiss you the moment I wake up, just can’t help myself”

You embraced him in your hold, lips roughly meeting his in a passionate kiss. Butterflies bursting in your stomach from his little speech. His tongue successfully made its way to yours this time, gently picking you up to place you on the bed as he gripped your body.

Tom felt you gasp as he kissed you again, you moved your body away from his hold gently as he loosened his grip. Tears streamed down your face.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Was it something I said?” he panicked as he cupped your face. You sat up as Tom supported his body on his knees, you shook your head.

“No no. I’m just- I’m so overwhelmed, I love you” you said as you laughed softly, feeling a little embarrassed now as you worried him for no reason at all.

“Oh baby” he signed as he kissed your cheeks, “I feel awful about tonight though, I should have been more careful” he frowned his brows as he looked at you.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you” you sniffled as you choked on your words.

He admired you as you dried your wet eyes, how gorgeous you looked even when you were crying tears of joy.

“I have a crazy idea” he whispered, brushing your hair out of your face, he spoke up again before you could say anything, “maybe we should get married”

To Tom’s surprise, you hadn’t freaked out, rather quickly nodded your head. Tom almost pulled a nerve when you told him that you were thinking the same thing. The next morning, you picked out a pretty white dress and he fixed his tie, you both walked out of the court with his last name next to your first name and you realised that you’ve never been this happy before.

A/N: so. . . yeah? Don’t know how I feel about this, I also have absolutely no idea how court marriages work.

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I think your requests are open (I didn’t see anything that said otherwise but I suck at this app lol) but I was wondering if you could write a peter x reader (likely college-age) where they have an academic rivalry and just tease each other a lot and lots of fluff and shit? It can be an established relationship or like a friends/rivals to lovers or really whatever you want. Sorry if this is super specific! Anyways, I love your writing, it always cheers me up :)

friends close, enemies closer

ik this is cherry BUT i had to

w/c: 1.6k

warnings: swearing and hints of suggestiveness

a/n: thank you my love ! i’m actually obsessed with this concept so i’m super super happy with how it came out n i hope you are too :,)

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you wipe sweat from your upper lip, peeking at peter’s laptop screen. he’s more than halfway through the paper your english professor tasked your class to write. he looks to have not a worry in the world as he continues to type away. growling at this, you dive right back into work.

you’ve been at each other’s throats since the beginning of classes when you both wanted the same spot. first row, middle seat. peter had officially claimed it in the end. you’d flopped down next to him and his irritating smirk.

the dude is smart, you’ll give him that. his knowledge of literature is almost as impressive as yours. almost. he raises his hand any chance he gets, effectively stealing your thunder if you dare to participate.

peter is also a bit of a people pleaser. he’ll chat up your professor at office hours, fascinate her with his hot takes on things or stupid anecdotes. you often get so annoyed that you bail before you even attempt to woo her yourself. the sight of you storming off is something peter thoroughly enjoys.

bottom line is, golden boy peter parker never loses. underneath the sweet, innocent persona he hides behind is a ruthless fighter. you’re determined to end his winning streak, thus sparking your ongoing competition to be better than the other in every way possible.

this time, your goal is to meet your ten page paper requirements the fastest. they aren’t due for weeks, but you and peter are banging them out in one sitting.

you’re hauled up in the campus library, sat side by side despite your wishes for peter to get his own table. he’d insisted on sharing with you. why, you haven’t a clue. you can’t stand him, and he isn’t the fondest of you either.

that’s what you tell yourselves, at least.

“progress report?” peter requests from you. “page three. you?” you grunt back. he props his feet up on the table, arms flexed behind his head. “finishing up page seven. you already knew that, though... creeper.”

god, you can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.

you glance over at peter, doing your best to ignore how his biceps bulge under his hoodie. nerdy little parker is ripped.

“worry about yours, i’ll worry about mine. thanks.” you reread the sentence you wrote prior to peter’s chiseled body distracting you. “oh, the irony,” he sighs and nudges the edge of your laptop with his sneaker. scowling, you shift the screen away from him.

about a minute of silence goes by until it’s unfortunately filled by peter. he stretches his arms out, finally removing his dirty shoes from the table.

“i’m gonna take five. maybe, you could use it as an opportunity to catch up to me,” peter cockily suggests. “spare me your charity, peter. i’m doing just fine without it,” you retort, letting out a scoff. peter raises his hands in defense. “if you say so, princess.”

here you were, naively thinking peter couldn’t become any more insufferable than he already is.

you slam your laptop shut and jab a finger at his chest. “jesus christ, how many times do i have to ask you not to call me that?” a patronizing pout adorns peter’s lips. “aw, i love it when you get all bossy on me. so cute.”

he grabs your hand still on his chest, pressing a light kiss to the back of it. you’re quick to wipe it off on his hoodie. nevertheless, there’s an undeniable heat rushing to your cheeks.

“well, i hate it when you call me princess,” you deadpan. peter tilts his head to the side. “do you?”

of course not. deep down, you live for the fuzzy feeling you get whenever the nickname slips from his tongue. oh, his tongue and the things it can do. poking out as he focuses hard on a question, running across his pink lips…

you have to reel it in. this is peter parker you’re fantasizing about, your mortal enemy.

“yes. i hate it, and i hate you,” you unsuccessfully convince the both of you. “no, you don’t,” peter rasps, darkened eyes scanning over your features. his stare is intense and intimidating. he grasps your chin between his thumb and index finger, slowly leaning in closer.

he’s not going to stop until you make him. you don’t want to, but you will.

you shove his shoulder, dragging your laptop towards you again. “on second thought, i could use that catch up. you’re not gonna throw me off my game, parker.”

your rejection seems to disappoint peter. his expression matches that of a kicked puppy, brows furrowed and arms crossed over his chest.

“we’ll see,” he murmurs and swings a leg over his chair. “alright, i’m gonna run to the caf. you want anything?”

he’s offering to buy you food now? what’s his angle here?

“i’d say yes, but i’m afraid you’ll poison it somehow,” you half joke. peter hops to his feet. “don’t give me any ideas,” he warns, snatching his backpack off the floor. “i’ll just surprise you.”

although you’re curious what his mystery snack choice for you would be, you can’t accept. you’d be going against your entire dynamic.

would that be so terrible?

absolutely.

you wave him off towards the double doors. “i’m good, peter. really. i’m not that hungry, anyway.” shaking his head, peter throws a backpack strap onto one shoulder. “y/n, your stomach’s been grumbling for the last hour. you gotta eat.”

he’s not wrong. you’re starving, but you’ve been too preoccupied by your essay to break for dinner.

“fine, surprise me,” you concede. peter flashes you a smile, this one void of its usual condescendence. “i’ll be back. try not to miss me too much,” he calls as he walks backwards to the library doors. “i won’t. shoo already,” you dismiss him, a laugh falling from your lips.

peter winks at you, then disappears into the night. you’re left with a serious case of butterflies and a certain freckle faced know-it-all on your mind.

that’s a problem.

you’ve managed to get another page done when peter reappears. he sits back down and slides a bag across the table, you closing your laptop. you dig into it to figure out what he picked for you. you’re not too pleased with his selection, however.

“oh, yummy. vomit in a cup,” you announce as you hold a green smoothie in your hand. peter reaches over and pats your thigh. “it’s good for you. drink up, princess.” you slap him away. “hard pass. i’d rather you have gotten me nothing.”

narrowing his eyes, peter pulls two cookies wrapped in a napkin from his pocket. “i’m guessing you don’t want these either? more for me, then.”

they’re chocolate chip and m&m, your favorite in the cafeteria. they just came out of the oven, so they’re still warm.

“how… how did you know i…” you trail off, peter setting the cookies in front of you. he offers you a lopsided grin. “i know a lot about you, believe it or not. i pay attention.” you surprise yourself by returning his smile. “thank you, peter. how much do i owe you?”

“nah, it’s on me,” peter assures you. “enjoy.” pushing aside your unappealing drink, you seize the cookies instead. “you have to eat, too. let me at least split these with you.” there’s a beat before peter nods. “fair enough.”

that results in you two munching on your cookies while pretending to write your papers. you’re sneaking glances at each other whenever the other isn’t looking, in reality.

once it’s about time for the library to close, you’re on the verge of passing out. peter is concluding his essay until he hears a thump from your side of the table.

he finds you with your cheek smushed against your keyboard and hitting random letters, snores escaping you.

chuckling to himself, peter places a hand on your shoulder. “hey, y/n?” he speaks in a hushed tone. you awake with a gasp, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth. “easy there, princess. it’s only me.” he rubs circles on your back, and it’s oddly comforting.

“keep doing that,” you purr, momentarily forgetting how much you’re supposed to despise peter. he lets his fingers dance across the exposed skin of your lower back. “we should probably head out. it’s kinda late,” peter decides.

you sit up, bones aching and eyes forced open. “not yet. have to beat you first.” you start to delete the gibberish you accidentally typed. peter cups your cheek to turn your head towards him, your movements halting. “this one’s a tie. you did good, y/n/n,” he coos. “finish the rest another day.”

“why’re you being so nice to me?” you nearly whisper. peter uses his thumb to swipe the drool from your lips. “‘cuz i care about you. i might not show it, but i do,” he admits with the hint of a smile. “besides, i need you… for the, uh, the healthy competition.”

laughing softly, you twist his hoodie strings around your fingers and tug. “your intentions are pure as always. sure that’s all you need me for?” peter’s gaze darts to your lips, then your eyes. “we’ll see,” he repeats.

rivalry be damned.

“mm. i care about you too, parker. thanks again for tonight,” you hum. a blush coats peter’s cheeks, even in the dim library lighting. his sweet and innocent side might truly exist. “no problem.” peter links your pinkie with his, the gesture giving you that fuzzy feeling. “i’ll walk you back to your dorm?”

you lean over and kiss his pinkie intertwined in yours.

“lead the way.”

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Movie Night

Peter Parker x roommate! Reader

A/N: This blurb is for @scarletspideyy ‘s Sit-Com writing Challenge! I don’t know the word count, but it shouldn’t be over 500 words, so don’t worry!

Warnings: swearing, just pure fluff

You were currently sitting on the couch watching TV just minding your own business until your roommate walked in chattering about some new Star Wars theory. You loved Star Wars and that’s when Peter made the executive decision to have a weekly Star Wars night with you. So every Friday night you two would cuddle up, eat some popcorn and hit play watching Luke Skywalker kick ass. You loved it. And you also loved Peter. Like a lot. It was kind of ridiculous to be honest. And it wasn’t your fault. He would always compliment you saying you looked pretty even though you were in two day old clothes, always staring at you with adoration in his eyes, and always comforting you when you were down. What wasn’t there to love? He was amazing. Though not always at some moments. This being an example.

“God damnit.”

“What?” you looked around the couch to see Peter’s shirt completely soaked in water. “Oh my god, what did you do?’ You held a hand over your mouth trying not to laugh, but you couldn’t help it. He looked like a drowned rat. A drowned rat with gorgeous hair and a perfect personality-

Stop it, Y/N. He’s your roommate. He doesn’t even like you like that.

“I was trying to pour out this pot of water from the noodles earlier and it slipped and now there’s water on me,” he gestured towards his soaked shirt. He tried patting his shirt with the dish towel that was sitting there, but made no progress. He began looking around for anything else- and oh lord he was taking his shirt off.

Oh my god oh my god oh my god!! Okay, don’t freak out, Y/N, you’ve got this.

Let’s just say that ever since you found out about your little big crush on Peter, normal things like taking his shirt off or simply winking at you had you turning into a blushing mess around him. 

He walked over to the laundry room and tossed the shirt in the basket and began scrolling on his phone, walking over to the couch with you.

“Uh, aren’t you going to put another shirt on?”

“Nah, it’s kind of hot in here so,” he trailed off.

Damn right it is; stop it!

Being the little bitch that he was, he laid back on the couch putting both arms behind his head. Which made his biceps flex. This was pure torture to you! 

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It was getting to the point where you couldn’t take it anymore. Earlier you were trying to grab the popcorn box for movie night, but you couldn’t reach it because some hottie put it on the top shelf. Also known as the short person’s worst enemy. So, that resulted in Peter, still shirtless by the way, leaning over you to grab it. 

Now that you had gotten the popcorn done and Peter had already gotten the movie set up, movie night was a go. Maybe now that you have lightsaber battles playing right in front of your face, you won’t be thinking about the fact that your smoking hot roommate was shirtless. 

You got comfy in your spot with your feet tucked into you, when you suddenly felt a pair of fingers pinching your leg. You looked over to see Peter smiling at you with that dumb grin on his face and his arms spread out.

“The hell was that for?” You exclaimed.

“I want cuddles,” he gave you that pouty face that you couldn’t resist.

Fucking great.

You hesitantly made your way into his side as he wrapped his arms around you. Now what you didn’t want to think about, was ALL you could think about.

God, he smells so good.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you really, truly, couldn’t. You looked up at him and he looked back at you and smiled softly. 

You sat up a bit. “Pete?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Anything”

You ended up letting your emotions take over, and you didn’t even say anything. You just grabbed the side of his face and kissed him. Oh my gosh you were finally kissing Peter Parker! Oh my gosh you were kissing Peter Parker. Your roommate who probably didn’t even like you like that. You pulled away with a mix of fear and shock running through your face.

“I’m so sorry, Peter.” You put your hands over your face trying to hide the embarrassment. “I shouldn’t have even done that. God I’m so stupid sometimes-”

“I like you too.”

Did he just say what I think he said?

“You do?”

“Of course. How could I not? I’m in love with everything about you. The way you laugh and smile, the way you always get so into the books you're reading. Just the other day when I was comforting you because your favorite character died, I thought, ‘Man, this is the girl who makes me complete.’”

You teared up a bit because that was the sweetest thing that anyone has ever said about you. 

“God you’re perfect, Pete. I love everything about you too. The obsession you have with Star Wars, the way you will do anything to make someone’s day, ugh… can I kiss you again?’ You laughed.

His only response was by planting his lips back on yours. Nothing would make you want to trade this perfect night.

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27 and 28 with college!Peter please? 🥺🥺

Here you are darling I hope you enjoy! Reminder that I am accepting requests until the end of summer so please keep sending them in!

On the Run

27 - Running from the police after a party gets busted

28 - Falling asleep during a long drive home

Pairing: College! Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You and Peter run from the cops

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Music thudded through the house, vibrating the walls and drowning out almost all other sound.. They’d had to drive nearly an hour out of the city for someone’s birthday, and had to park nearly a mile away from the actual house. Had it not been for (y/n)’s enthusiasm about the event he never would have gone. The same could be said about nearly any party the couple attended though. Peter was always much happier to spend the night at home, cuddled up on the couch together. But his girlfriend was much more of a social butterfly than him, and really he was happy to attend anything at her side.

“Let’s dance,” she tugged his arm towards the middle of the large living room.

Peter chuckled, setting his hands on her hips as she walked him to the floor, “You know I can’t dance.”

“I’ll teach you,” she wrapped her arms around his neck, “Just sway a little P, it’s not that hard.”

“I’m not that coordinated.”

She burst into a fit of laughter instantly, “Shut up you are by far the most coordinated person here, Spiderman.”

“That’s different,” he rolled his eyes, “I can’t dance.”

“Not really,” she agreed, “That’s okay, you’ve got plenty of other athletic abilities,” she poked his chest, giving him a wink before she spun back around.

Peter laughed, holding her waist while she danced against him, smiling at the happy look on her face. It was easy for them to get caught up in each other, forget that they were at a party, that the rest of the world even existed. Lucky for them, Peter had a sixth sense to pull him back to the real world.

“Hey, I think maybe we should get going,” he squeezed her waist.

She frowned at him, “Why? We don’t have anything to do tomorrow.”

“I know, but I’ve just got a feeling we should go,” he insisted, just as red and blue lights became visible in the windows.

“Shit,” she groaned, “We can sneak out the back.”

He nodded, pushing her in front of him as they weaved through the crowd. The backyard was emptying out quickly as most people had begun to crowd the front door.

“Nobody leave!” a voice shouted from the front door, causing both of them to turn and see who it was.

“Come on,” (y/n) tugged Peter along, “We’re gonna get held up for hours, let’s just hop the fence.”

“Yeah, you’re right, come on,” Peter continued to wiggle them through the crowd, finally entering the backyard, “Here, I’ll help you over.”

“Such a gentleman,” she giggled as he grabbed her waist, helping lift her over the fence, “Oh shit,” she swore as she hit the ground.

“What happened? Are you okay?” he lifted himself up over the fence as quickly as he could, only to be met with the same problem, “Shit.”

“What are you kids up to?” one of the officers smirked.

“We were just trying to get home,” (y/n) tried to explain, “We didn’t want to get held up in there all night.”

“Alright,” the second officer sighed, “Let me see your ID’s.”

Peter handed his over but (y/n) could only blushed, “I left mine in our car.”

The officer hummed, “I can’t let you go without ID.”

She groaned, “Fine, fine, we can go run and get it or-”

“No, I need to see it now,” the officer insisted, “Otherwise I’ll have to take you in until I can verify your identity.”

“Take her in?” Peter went wide eyed, “Like to jail?”

“To the police station,” he corrected, “So if you don’t have your idea I’ll have to ju-”

“Run!” (y/n) had grabbed Peter’s hand and started running, causing Peter to go wide eyed and stumble over his feet.

“Are you insane?!” Peter snapped, looking over his shoulder to see if they were being followed.

“You’re a superhero, you should be able to outrun the police!” she snapped back.

“I can, but...” he glanced over his shoulder again before rolling his eyes, “Oh just come on!”

He pulled her towards a park, hoping it’d make it easier to lose them. The cops yelled at them to stop, (y/n) erupted into a fit of giggles while Peter prayed that neither of them got tazed. They stumbled around some bushes and Peter led them towards the playground, where he hid them both behind one of the slides. They peaked around the corner, the cops were still heading there way.

“We should keep running,” (y/n) whispered.

“Just give it a second,” Peter insisted, “I’m sure they don’t want to chase us all around when they have a whole party to bust.”

“I don’t know they kind of seem like dicks,” she mumbled.

“They’re cops, what did you expect?”

“Did you see where they went?” one of the cops asked.

The other shook his head, “No, I saw them running into the playground but that’s it.”

“Do you really wanna spend all this time looking for them?” the first questioned, “We’re gonna be in trouble if we don’t help them bust the party.”

“Yeah yeah,” he sighed, “Let’s head back, this is a waste of time.”

“Thank god,” (y/n) sighed.

“I think we should take a break from parties for a while,” Peter stood, offering her his hand, “Come on, we can cut through the park to get back to the car.”

“Good idea,” her head fell onto his shoulder while they walked, “I don’t know about you but I’m definitely ready for bed.”

“Yeah, me too,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to her head just as a whirring sound overtook the park, “What the...”

(y/n) squealed and clung to Peter, attempting to shield herself from the sprinklers, “Peter!”

“I didn’t turn on the sprinklers!” he laughed and took her hands in his, “Come on, it’s just a little water.”

“It’s freezing,” she shivered, scooting closer to him in an attempt to shield herself from the water.

“I think it feels nice,” he kissed her forehead, a smirk came to his lips as he mocked her words from earlier that night, “Run!”

She burst into laughter again as he pulled her through the park, stumbling as she tried to keep up with him. He didn’t stop until they reached the sidewalk, safely out of reach from the sprinklers. She stopped to catch her breath while he started laughing again, flicking his wet hair out of his face.

“We’ve still got a bit of a walk,” he hummed, “You want my jacket?”

“Thanks, but I don’t think your wet jacket is gonna do much for me.”

“No, but I thought I’d offer,” he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “Well come on, we gotta get you to that nice warm car.”

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“Finally,” (y/n) groaned when she spotted the car, running up to the passenger door excitedly, “Hurry up!”

Peter rolled his eyes as he unlocked the car, “It’s gonna take a minute to get it warmed up.”

“That’s okay,” she hummed as he turned on the car, letting her eyes fall closed as she settled into her seat, “I can’t wait to get home and take a nice warm shower.”

“I doubt you will be awake when we get home.”

“I will be,” she assured, placing her hands against the rapidly warming vents.

“We’ll see,” he hummed, “My money’s on you falling asleep though.”

“I’m staying awake,” she insisted, “So we can take a nice warm shower and cuddle up in bed together.”

“That sounds nice,” Peter squeezed her hand before he pulled into the street, “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too,” she hummed, “Nothing better than snuggling up with my Peter.”

He blushed as he nodded in agreement, “Yeah, nothing better than that.”

Sure enough, fifteen minutes into the ride, she was half asleep, head against the windows and her eyes half closed. Peter chuckled at the sight and set a hand on her leg, causing her eyes to dart to him. She smiled and set her hand over his, squeezing it before returning her eyes to a window. He squeezed her leg and looked back to the road.

Another five minutes passed and it was clear she had fallen asleep. Peter turned down the music and the heater, hoping to keep it quiet so she could sleep for the rest of the drive. She was a light sleeper so he tried to make the drive as smooth as he could, and by some miracle he managed to pull into their parking garage with her still asleep. He picked her up from the passenger seat as gently as he could, but she still began to stir.

“Peter,” she mumbled, only half awake at that point.

“It’s alright, we just got home,” he kissed her forehead with a smile, “You just sleep, I’ll carry you to bed.”

“Okay,” she mumbled, letting her head fall against his chest.

He smiled as he carried her through the halls towards their apartment, kicking open the door as gently as he could, “Do you wanna change for bed?”

She nodded, curling up into a ball as he set her on the bed, “Yeah, let’s just lay down first.”

“Alright sweety,” he chuckled and laid down beside her, wrapping his arms around her middle, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she mumbled with a yawn, “Thanks for carrying me in Peter.”

“I’d do anything for you,” he kissed her forehead, “Now get some sleep, we might have to run from the cops again tomorrow.”

A tired laugh left her lips, followed by another yawn, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be ready.”

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[nightmare-niko]

The one where you’re left alone with Kai

Requested? Yes

@gpiggy98

Warnings: a lil spicy again

A/n: this is actually my first ever request! Sorry it took so long school was kicking my ass-

Can it be from the vampire diaries with Kai Parker where he and I don't really get along we always bicker and tease each other, when I'm at the Salvatore house waiting for everyone Kai is the first to show and we get into one of our playful banters when we subconsciously get closer and I start to blush and get shy which he notices and starts to tease me by making me flustered and that's when we have a moment and kiss and it gets heated, later when everyone shows they notice our hickeys? Lol, thanks :) sorry if it's long I'm big on details, also can you tag me in it?

Kai Parker

How that name made your blood boil. Every time he was around you were always on high alert. The name-calling, the teasing, it was torture. But deep down you kind of love it, you'll die before you tell him that though. You got along with everyone in the Friend group Just fine, even Damon Wasn’t a problem for you.

Speaking of Damon;

He recently invited you and all of your friends to hang out at his place you loved hanging out at the Salvatore‘s, endless booze and Damon always had a fun story to tell. But as of late with the new addition of Kai to the friend group, your hangouts became the equivalent of a mind-splitting migraine, Always leaving kind of annoyed.

You pull up to the front of the Salvatore house and Park hoping for the house to be full Of more than just the Salvatore brothers. Opening the door Putting your keys down On a table and taking Off your shoes and Jacket.

"Hello?" you call into the Seemingly empty house, "Damon?”

"Nope, Not Damon" the voice coming from the living room makes you Sigh.

“God damn it…” you walk into the living room.

Kai smirks at you, “oh don’t sound so excited to see me.”

"I don't think, excited is the word id use, darling,” you roll your eyes and pour yourself some bourbon. You take a sip, "is Damon here?"

He shakes his head and kicks his feet up onto the coffee table. "Nope! just you and me baby."

You groan and make your way over to the sofas, Kai scoots over and pats the empty space next to him. ignoring the request you sit on the sofa in front of him.

“Where did they go?”

“Damon left to go pick up his girlfriend. Stephen also left to pick up his girlfriend, I don’t know where Bonnie is she’s running late.” He shrugs and gets up to move next to you, “and you are here,” He smiles at you.

The visual of him smiling that devilish smile at you made your stomach flip. But you did a good job at hiding it. Avoiding eye contact you finish your glass and stand up to pour yourself another.

“Can you get me one?” He asks, following you with his eyes.

“Yeah sure,” you take an extra cup for him.

“Don’t poison it!”

“I’d spit in it but the idea of my saliva in your mouth repulses me,” You lie. Swapping spit with Kai Parker is definitely on the tamer side of things you’ve dreamt of doing with him.

“I think you’re lying, baby.” The nickname he’s bestowed you with makes the blood in your body rush to you’re face.

“Stop calling me baby,” the more he does it, the redder you get. You walk back around the couch and hand him his drink.

Kai chuckles, “I can’t call you baby but you can call me darling? How’s that fair?”

“Because it’s cute when I do it.” You sit back down by him. Your thigh touches his but you don’t bother moving it, you enjoy the warmth of his body on yours. There’s a moment of slow de between the two of you. Everything about him drew you in, his hair, his laugh, his eyes, even his hands.

“You’re staring y/n.”

“And why Are you complaining?”

“I’m not, you can do as you please.”

You smirk at that, from the sounds of it it he’s just as into your staring as you are. “I can do as I please?”

“Depends on what you please.” He turns his body to face you. Grabbing your legs and placing them over his. “What do you please?”

You don’t answer, what you want is for him to kiss you. You yearn to feel his lips on yours, but you don’t want to admit that yet. Even with your legs draped over his, even with his hand on your thighs, rubbing them gently. “I don’t know… whatever you please I suppose.”

“I really want to kiss you right now.” He says under his breath. “Can I?”

You nod and he moves one of his hands from your thigh and to your face, his lips are on yours in a soft and romantic kiss. Quickly turning from romance to passion when you move your hand to the back of his neck and play with his hair. He moves away for a split second and moves his kisses from your lips to your cheek, then to your jaw. You can tell by the way he stays there for a while he’s covering you in love bites. Red marks cover the right side of your neck. The way Kai continues to rub gentle circles on your thigh proves to you that he’s not doing this for any sexual reason. His kisses are full of passion yes but not sexual passion, romantic passion. You gently pull his face up to yours and capture him in another kiss, this time you travel down to the base of his neck and suck hickeys onto it. He groans at the sensitive feeling and wraps his arms around your hips in a warm embrace.

You stop kissing him and sigh in content at the feeling of his arms wrapped around you, wishing for time to stop in this moment. But all good things must come to an end as you hear a car pull into the gravel driveway.

“Shit!” You curse as you fumble to try and cover his hickeys with his hoodie. He in return fixes your hair to cover the red and purple just below your jaw. “I’m gonna get another drink do you want one?” You don’t wait for an answer and you get up and pour two more drinks into your once discarded glasses. You calmly hand him his and sit in the sofa next to him, not as close as before but definitely not far.

“Kai we’re back!” Damon walks into the living room. “Oh Y/n you’re here too! I see you’ve Helped yourself to my stash.”

You grin awkwardly and take a big swig of your drink. Elena Sits on the couch Kai was once on and Damon pours himself a drink. You and Kai share and look that goes unnoticed by Damon.

“What was that look for?” Elena questions. Suddenly your hands are very interesting.

“What look?” Kai plays it cool.

“That look, you and y/n just shared a look.”

Damon Sits by his girlfriend, “why are you two being so strange?” Damon questions, “Y/n why is your heart beating so damn fast?”

“It’s not-” You deny, only Elena will believe you’re low but one is better than none. You’re plan hours south quickly as Elena stands up and places two fingers under your right jaw to take your pulse. You hiss and swat her hand away, “ow-“  That spot is still tender.

Elena’s eyebrows furrow and she moves your hair to reveal Kai’s work. She gasps. “Y/n l/n what is all this?” She teases, turning to Kai who avoids her gaze. Elena pulls his hoodie, revealing you’re work.

“Really guys? On my couch?”

[bellarkeselection]

Parker's Girl Final Part

Y/n tells Peter and her dad. How will they take the fact she's pregnant. @peter-parkeruwu

"So what did you wanna tell me that you couldn't do over the phone. Is it about our press picture?" Peter asks locking the bedroom door watching me sit down at his desk. "I'm pregnant." I blurted out in a low whisper. He leans forward a little on his bed not hearing what I said. "You're what?" I say it again a little louder but not enough where his aunt would hear. "I'm pregnant, Peter." His whole body almost turned white as a ghost making me feel sad, I started to leave but he asked making me stop. "Does your dad know?"

Glancing over my shoulder I press my back against the door looking at my shoes. "No you're the only one who knows...I'm too afraid to tell him." He gets to his feet taking my hands in his tugging me to sit on the bed with him. "We could tell him together, if you want." Clutching my hands into fists I lay my head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around me sensing I need a hug. "This cannot happen Peter. We're still only in high school. We're only 17 years old, I don't - we don't..." He gently squeezes me a little telling me he feels the same without using words.

If this gets leaked out to the world our lives will only get worse. Peter already has to hide he's Spider Man. The world knows that we're dating. My parents are going to kill me for getting pregnant before I'm an adult. Hell, if his aunt May finds out she's gonna freak out and then he'll freak which doesn't help anyone. Right now I'm wishing I wasn't in the spotlight all the time. Lifting my head from his chest I wipe my tears eyeing my Iron bracelet. "I'll call Happy to come pick us up. We'll lie to your aunt and say it's another Stark retreat." I do quotation marks with my hands dialing his number.

"Hey, kids. Where too?" Happy asked closing the car door once we're inside. We both buckled our seatbelts before I try not to stutter out. "Avengers Tower, please." Happy nods driving quietly Peter reached for my hand seeing me still nervous. "Hey, I'm - not mad. I'm here for ya." He whispered making me show a small smile. Finally reaching the tower I feel a huge weight on my shoulders at having to tell my father. My father who is the famous billionaire Tony Stark but also the famous Iron Man.

Stepping out of the elevator I see the whole Avengers team staring at us. "Hi princess, Parker what's up?" Dad stepped around the table eyeing us. "Dad, can we talk - alone." He nods waving for everyone to leave. "We'll pick this up later tonight. I gotta talk with my kid." Once it's just the three of us in the room I sit down on the couch my hands intertwined together in front of me. "Dad, Peter and I...we're um..." He stands in front of me hands in his sweatshirt pockets. "What is it sweetie?"

"I'm having a child..." I slowly stutter out causing dad to drop his wine class it shattering onto the floor. "You're - you're pregnant?" I nod blushing and Peter also blushes in fear he's about to get kicked out of the tower. Dad runs his hands through his hair frustration clear in his voice. "God I thought I'd be a better father than this. You're mom's gonna kill me-" Peter slowly gets to his feet rubbing his hands down his arms. "Mr. Stark, I understand if you never want me near you're daughter again. I - I'm gonna go."

Dad jumped to his feet calling out to my boyfriend as I feel tears starting to fall. "Don't leave kid. You make my daughter happy so you can stay." Peter turned back our direction still in shock. "Peter, I'm sorry for this." I sniffed but he hugs me making me feel a little better. "Thank you for not being mad at me." My dad steps up dialing mom to talk about the press. "I'll tell your mom to keep this hidden until we're ready for it to go public. I love you Y/n." I race hugging him and he hugs me back. "I love you too dad."

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[petersnya]

sight for sore eyes || peter b. parker ||

[part 01; goosebumps]

[part 00] MASTERS LIST FOR THIS SERIES

FOR THIS CHAPTER/PART—

summary:: “who gives your goosebumps [y/n]? || late night shows and movies with Peter were a normal thing; but Peter’s question was unexpected…

word count:: 1.1k

warnings:: angst, cursing, fluff, little smut??

[a/n]:: I hope you guys like this part!! I’ll be making a master list for this series!! Enjoyyy <3

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“Leave me alone!”

You had left Peter’s house two days ago but he still lingered in your mind. Sitting on your bed, your slick black guitar sat in your lap as you scanned over cords on your laptop. There was no point though. Your mind kept wandering to the thought of Peter.

You thought about his cheeks looked as if they started to blush once he saw that Liv was coming with the original group to Florida for the trip to Universal. A small smirk played on his lips that seem to be tattooed in your mind.

Peter Parker was your best friend. You couldn’t even fathom being with him.. so why were you jealous? You had to admit he was good looking and any girl would be much to have him. But that secret little attraction towards him was small enough to be shoved in the deepest, darkest part of your mind.

Day by day— ever since that Liz thing happened, it grew bigger. You were never a jealous type of person but something about picturing Liz and Peter together didn’t sit right with you.

Pushing all thoughts over peter away— or at least trying too— you went back to plucking the strings on your guitar.

Minutes passed and you had finally been able to focus, until you got a text.

Peter: wattup girl. You wanna come over and watch some late night shoes with me???

Great, you thought as you read the text. You wanted to go to his house of course. It was a Friday night in July, only three days till you left for Universal. You really wanted to spend this time with alone with Peter before you are surround with everyone else.

Y/n: sure thing. Be over in 10 my guy.

Hesitant at first, you agreed and jumped off your bed. You grabbed you keys with some shoes and your glasses off of your night stand. You always wore blue light glasses when at Peter’s cause you knew you would be staring at a screen most of the time there.

Yelling to your mom that you had finished packing like she asked and was off to Peter’s for the night. She didn’t mind you going and hugged you while telling you to be safe.

Driving to his apartment you got a notification. You waited till you got into the parking lot to answer. Once you were their you glanced at your phone, seeing that Liz bad been added to the group chat with you, Peter, Ned, and Mj.

Anger rose as you saw that Peter was the one to add her. You looked at the apartment in front of you, “the hell parker,” you mumbled as you grabbed your things and began to walk inside.

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“Jeez man, 12:57 AM already?”

“I guess so,” you said at Peter looked at the time. You head was on his lap as his feet was kicked up on the coffee table in front of him. You legs were on the couch.

The two of you had been watching movies ever since you arrived. You turned your head just enough for your eyes to be able to see Peter. Realization hit as you remembered what position you were in. Your face went red.

If anyone saw the two of you like this that would think the you were a couple. Which you wouldn’t mind cause if you could be with Peter, you would. You would hug him and kiss him in public for everyone to see—

No.

You had to remind yourself that this was your best friend. Again.

Goosebumps started to play on the television screen and you noticed the brown eyed boy smile at the screen. He loved this show.

You sat up from his lap and went to grab the two of you sodas from the fridge. You couldn’t help yourself but ask—

“Why’d you add Liz Pete?” You shocked your self with the question, but Peter was used to your boldness.

“She’s coming with us anyway so why wouldn’t I?” He said nonchalantly.

But Flash is coming too? Why wouldn’t he— whatever. 

Handing him his drink you slumped down beside him, starting to watch the show on the TV.

“Has anyone ever gave you goosebumps, [y/n]?”

You chocked on your soda as you put it down, turning to look at a laughing Peter next to you. Your heart started to beat at an uncontrollable pace. Due to Peter’s enhanced hearing, he herd it loud and clear.

You whipped you lips with the back of your hand as you cleared your throat.

“What did you say Parker?”

“Your herd me [l/n].”

“Well uh-,” you. You give me goosebumps Peter. 

You wanted to tell me so bad but you just couldn’t. You didn’t know if the feeling was just from jealousy or if they were real.

“Yea. Scary things.”

“That’s not what I meant idiot! Never mind. Your such a loner,” Peter said as he nudged your shoulder.

You didn’t even want to ask if anyone gave Peter goosebumps. You already knew the answer.

And it damn sure wasn’t you. It’s not like I wanted it to be… but you did. You really really wished it was you.

It was not 3:17 AM and you decided it was best to go to bed. You got up to go change in Peter’s bathroom. Putting on a bare of very tight spandex you had found laying in your room this morning and a hoodie, you slipped into Peter’s room, closing the bathroom door behind you.

“Holly shit— where the fuck did you get those?”

You jumped at Peter’s raspy voice coming from the bed behind you. Confused, you raised and eyebrow as to what he was talking about.

“The- the uh.. the shorts your wearing.”

Looking down you noticed how tight they were around your thighs and your ass. They look good on you but very revealing. Much to Peter’s dismay. You walked over to the bed and got under your blankets, giving him and small shrug as a short answer. “Just found them in my room on the floor.”

Taking off the glasses your wore to his house you closed your eyes as you got comfortable. You felt Peter’s body shift on the bed. He was moving closer to you. Your heart started to pound against your chest as you felt his arm sling around your waist. His hand started to move lower towards your upper thigh.

What is with this guy and being all touchy in his sleep? Was he sleeping?

You didn’t even want to know. You would never admit it but you started to enjoy his skin on yours. Even if it was platonic.

A soft snore came from behind you. He was asleep.

The hand on your thigh squeezed lightly. Peter moved his hand onto you hip as he moved his hips closer to your ass. Your breath hitched in your throat as he pressed harder and harder onto you.

Then your herd it. A small giggle that turned into a chuckles. With his eyes still closed, Peter ran his finger on your skin, running over the goosebumps he had caused.

Damn it [y/n].

This was just his little game he wanted to play to get and answer to his unanswered question. Almost twenty minutes passed and you knew Peter was asleep now. His gripped loosened and his snores were real this time. You turned to face him as you ran your hand up his arm and on to his shoulder. You smiled to yourself knowing what you were doing. You fingers made there way to his cheek. His face twitched under your soft touch. You giggled.

“Goosebumps.” You said with a smirk. Peter let out a mumble,

“Damn it Peter.”

Sorry for the short chapter but the next ones are very long!! Let me know if you want to be tagged in the next parts :)) love you!! (If you couldn’t be tagged i messaged you to let you know that a new part is out !!)

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[secretaccountlol]

“Photos are the window to the soul”

Dude, I haven’t posted in so long I forgot how to even Format my writing.

I apologize for my hiatus I hit a bad artblock, but I dug up a old wip I felt like y’all would like, since I’ve influx of this trope coming in the Peter fics lately it’s a lil short though (I wanted to make it longer but couldn’t get anything to stick) but I hope it still satisfies you.

18+ no minors please!!

Insecure? Reader x Peter!

Cw: photo taking during sexy time (consent given), brief talk of voyeurism (Peter lil stalker habits) , spanking, sir kink, talks of body image hating, insecurities etc. as always typos probably

Uhm enjoy! (If you did please repost or comment)

“Peter, please” Your hands shield your face from his camera as he tries to dodge around to get a peak of your face through the slivers of space between your fingers. This was a daily occurrence, Peter taking pictures of you, well trying to at least, it wasn’t like you hated it, more like you hated yourself. Okay, Hated was extreme but you weren’t fond of looking at pictures of yourself. Something about it made you feel so strange about yourself; it was like you could see every insecurity multiplied by 10, which is a bad combo when one, your boyfriend literally works at the daily bugle, and two, loves taking photos of you.

“Baby, please. I need a new pic of you!” Your doe-eyed boyfriend pouted as his camera dropped to his side, as you giggled. “Oh for your stash?” you rubbed your nose as a panicked look swarmed Peter’s face. “I- what? No. I don’t have a stash-? I mean unless having pictures of your girlfriends is weird, I mean I don’t think it’s weird! Hahah-“ Peter rambled as you stared at him Incredulous. “Peter, it's okay I know you have a drawer full of pictures of me already. Including those stalker pictures, you took of me while you were being the masked vigilante, Spi-” you stop leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Spiderman.” you grin as you study his flustered face, you weren't often confident but when you were it drove him crazy, you could see the gears in peter’s head twist and bend trying to decide what he could quip next. “I- well. Uhm..w-” Peter’s words stumbled out as his breath hitched.

“It's okay, I thought it was hot.” you shrugged. “Plus not like we weren't dating already, you were just following to protect me, right?” you kiss his cheek as he nodded, you chortle. “You okay there, Parker? Cat got your tongue?” you tap his chin, waking him up from his shocked state.

“God, You- man I love you.” Peter’s hands wrap around your waist. “You just made me… So horny.” you could see his eyes dilate as they scanned your countenance. “Can..I-?” His hands shift, sliding you closer to him.

You grinned again, “Peter, Of course.” Peter’s lips push onto yours in a sweet kiss.

“Hey! Consent is desirable baby, haven't you heard?” Peter's eyes crinkled in delight as you smile. He tilted his head,

“Bedroom?”

“Bedroom.”

You both skip to the bedroom hand in hand.

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“Peter” you huff as his hands play with the hem of your shirt. “Mm, tell me baby, do you like this shirt?” Peter's voice was steady as his eyes looked at yours with desire. Your pants have already been discarded somewhere, “I can do without it” you smirk, his hands instantly rip through your shirt earning a gasp. “Mm, black lace? My favorite. You planned this didn’t you minx” you laugh at his comment. “Mm, I did, didn’t I?” You kick your feet, blushing, your confidence was wearing off as you covered your chest, looking away.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Peter's hands held your arms gently as he tried to look you in the eyes.

“I-uhm nothing. It’s nothing, just a little insecure.” Your voice was light as Peter frown took shape. “I- still wanna have sex, Pete.” You glance at him as he gently kisses your forehead.

“Okay, lay down for me, love.” you obey his command , moving around trying to get comfy as Peter removes his clothing. “You're gorgeous, y’know?” you stare at his back, tracing the scars with your eyes. “I'm serious, babe. I love you, your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your personality, and your body. Everything.” his eyes met yours with passion, you could feel yourself tearing up.

You mumbled his name as he gently tenderly kissed you, throwing his leg over your sides, your eyes close

taut as you take in his breath. “I’m gonna make sure you know by the end of this, sweetheart.” His voice against your lips made you shiver as you heard a camera click and your eyes flew open. “Peter?” your boyfriend stood tall over you as he checked his camera beaming at the picture. “You look radiant, baby.” he turns the camera so you can look at yourself but you instantly shut your eyes again, you hear Peter groan. “I-i don't wanna see, Pete!”

“Why not?”

“Bec-”

“Because what!”

“Because I feel ugly!”

There's a pause before you open your eyes to peek at him, his ocher eyes were full of heartache. “Baby.”

“It- I.. Just when I look at myself in pictures I just feel like you can see every little imperfection I have..” you pause again

“I’m sorry, I- ruined the mood. “ you lift yourself up before Peter presses you back down.

“No, you didn't. In fact, I have an idea, Do you trust me?”

“Of course, I trust you, Parker.”

“Good, cus we’re gonna do some exposure therapy”

Before you could doubt him, another snap of his camera. “Haha, you look too cute in this one.”

His smile made you grin wide, as you uttered his name. His free hand traveled down to your chest, groping your breast softly, your eyes fluttered, another click. “I'm glad I finally get to immortalize this beautiful body.” you groan. “Peter, please I'm no-” a smack cuts the air as you gasp as your ass stings.

“Talk shit bout yourself again and you'll get another spanking. Understand?” The sternness in his voice caught you off guard as you nod. You and Peter weren't new to trying new stuff in the bedroom, but this is the first time you’ve actually roleplayed, you bit your lip in eagerness.

“Y-yes sir, sorry sir.” you tilt your head down in fake shame. “T-teach me how to..love myself sir...” Your hands glide against his chest, as you try to sit up again, Peter’s hands shove you down again. “Mm, you're stubborn, baby. Course I'll help ya, but you have to be a good girl and stay put, okay?” Peter’s voice infected your brain with a ripple of pleasure as you nod eagerly.

“Yes sir.” His eyes connected to yours, with fire his lip bitten in anticipation. His eyes finally tear away from you as he grabs his phone from the bedside table.

“Do you know what this is, sweetheart?” his head tilted in question. You nod, “Yes, it’s a phone, sir.” You look at the phone curiously before staring at Peter.

“Good girl, so smart. Now, you know what phones do right? They take pictures and videos.” Peter’s eyes hang low as your eyebrows knit in concentration.

“You see, I don't always have my camera with me. This means I can't always see the pictures I've taken of you. Get it?” he lets the cold corner of the phone glide on your skin, tracing the curves of your breast. “So, I'm thinking I should take more..pictures, for the road. Would you like that, darling?” You smile as you see his tongue peek out behind his teeth.

“Yes, yes I would sir.” You chuckled, “Please, sir is my father’s name, Call me spiderman.” You and Peter shared a mischievous smirk. “Mm, okay Spidey. My boyfriend probably won't like knowing you have pictures of me on your phone.” Your head tilted, taunting him.

“Oh? But he doesn't have to know, does he?” Peter’s hands grip your chin gently. “Plus I'm sure he doesn't mind sharing.” you nod at his statement before Peter bends down to capture your lips. His hand travels down to your panties, snapping the waistband making you giggle. His fingers pick at your lacey panties before

Plunging his hands into your panties, circling your clit as you whine into his mouth.

“I love hearin’ you..' ' his freehand effortlessly pulls down your panties as the other makes long strides up and down your slit, the noises you make were pornographic, you use to be embarrassed, and sometimes still are to moan but Peter snubbed that out a long time ago.

“Oh, I’ve gotta get this on video.” Your eyes watch as Peter fiddled with his phone before his bright flash blinded you for a second before you could make out his shit-eating grin as your face felt hot. “Sorry about the flashbang, darling. But I gotta make sure I can see that pretty Lil face on camera, right?” his other hand tilts your chin towards the camera before panning down your body, making you shiver. “God, just.. So wonderful. Your boyfriend is a lucky man, y’know?” Peter’s thumb stroked your clit as he spoke, “N-no I'm a lucky..wom-!” you buck up, groaning as his fingers slide into your hole without warning.

“Pete-ah!.” Peter tsked, slapping your clit making you jolt, “It’s Spider-Man, remember?” He tapped your lips softly before he slid down to your pussy.

“Now look.at.this..You’re so wet. All for me?” His fingers found your hole once again.

“Yes! Yes! Mm all for you, Spider-Man!” You cover your eyes as you see the light flash on your bare pussy. “Your cunt makes so many pretty noises, I hope they show up on video.” Peter's voice breaks the silence, “I wanna hear more pretty sounds from someone else, though.” Your eyes close tight as you feel his breath on your neck.

“Come on, pretty baby, let it out.” His fingers pick up speed as you feel the warmth of the flash on your face as it contorts in pleasure. “Spider- I’m- I can’t..” your breath quickens as your back arches, “Oh-! I-im..!” Your hand grabs his wrist, his fingers curl into you, you whimper, your eyes close as you throw your head as you cum.

Your breaths are shallow as you come down from your high. Peter’s kisses bruise your skin as you groan, “Mmm-, that was … good.”

“Just good? Spider-Man doesn’t do just good, babe.” you giggle as you watch Pete’s eyes furrow in fake anger, “Perhaps you can show me how great, amazing, or even Spectacular you are then, hm?”

You laugh as Peter pulls you into another kiss.



[multi-fandomfuckboy]

Freedom Pt. 2

(Greaser!Peter Parker x Reader AU)

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I had trouble getting inspired. But, here it is, I hope it’s not too terrible!

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4...

When Peter finally stopped, pulling the motorcycle into a parking structure attached to a small apartment building, you were half asleep. Your arms were wound tightly around his waist, your body pressed against his back, loving the warmth that radiated from him. Coming to a space next to the stairwell door, Peter stopped the bike, kicking out the stand, before carefully pulling away from you and climbing off the bike. You groaned at the absence of warmth, the cold night air washing over you. You pulled Peter’s jacket tighter around you, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You looked around curiously; you had never been in this part of the city. Your father had always told you nothing came from this side of town but trouble.

“Where are we?” you asked, stretching your arms above your head, a yawn escaping you. Peter chuckled, shoving his keys in his pocket and turning to face you.

“We,” he began, a small smile quirked his lips, bringing his arms around your waist to gently lift you off of the bike, “are home.” Setting you on your feet, he immediately took his arms from around you, but took your hand instead, pulling you to the apartment entrance. From what you had heard your father say about the buildings in this area, you expected the interior of the complex to be dark and hostile. Instead, you were met with a pleasant warmth and the smell of home cooked food. Despite the building being shared by multiple tenants, the atmosphere was more like one large home - welcoming and safe.

You followed behind Peter as he led you up the stairs and through the building. In your drowsy mind, you thought about how nice it would be to live here, with all of these people, unlike how you lived now, alone, in a big house on the upper East Side. You also thought about how nice it was to hold Peter’s hand, though it was just to lead you through the halls, you thought about how warm his hand was around yours and how gently he led you, like you were delicate. It was so different than how Jake would hold your hand - not at all controlling or oppressive. You were jostled from your thoughts when Peter came to a stop outside one of the apartments. The number on the door read “APT. 216.” A screw at the top of the ‘2’ had come off, so the number tilted slightly to the right.

Peter bent down and picked up what looked like a rock from beside the “Welcome” mat. You watched as he flipped it over, taking a key out of the back. You felt a laugh bubble in your throat at the irony of it. Bringing a hand up to hide your smile, you raised an eyebrow at Peter.

“You use a fake rock… in an apartment building?” Peter glanced at you, a light blush on his cheeks, and chuckled sheepishly.

“I know it’s silly, it was my aunt’s idea.” Peter responded, inserting the key and unlocking the door before returning it to its rock. Before he opened the door, he paused and looked at you for a moment. “ Speaking of, she is probably asleep, so we should try and keep quiet.” You nodded in understanding, miming zipping your lips and throwing away the key. Peter smiled again and pushed open the door, pulling you in before silently closing the door. Stepping into the apartment, you were overwhelmed by the smell of pastries and cookies, you couldn’t explain it but it was the type of smell you wanted to wrap yourself up in and never leave. You looked around, noting all the pictures on the walls of Peter and - who you assumed was - his aunt.

Locking the door, Peter turned and took your hand again, quietly making his way to the kitchen. He had told Aunt May he would be home by 10. Glancing at the clock, it read 12:45 AM. He was so dead. He was thankful she was already asleep, he didn’t know how she would react to him bringing a girl home in the middle of the night, but he could assume it wouldn’t be good. Making his way through the kitchen in the dark, he made his way to the fridge, planning on getting some ice for his hands, and (Y/N)’s face. His plan was to have (Y/N) hide in his room, then in the morning he would sneak her out, then wear gloves for the next couple days to hide the bruises on them. Aunt May hated it when he got into fights.

Reaching the fridge, Peter grasped for the freezer handle, then suddenly the room was flooded in light. Hissing slightly at the sudden brightness, he turned to the entryway and saw who had turned them on. Standing in the doorway was a very tired looking Aunt May. She stood in her robe, with her arms crossed over her chest, her fingers drumming on her bicep, the unspoken irritation evident. From where she stood, Aunt May couldn’t see you hidden slightly behind Peter and the fridge.

“Nice of you to join me, Peter.” she said, the anger laced in her words as clear as day. Peter swallowed thickly, feeling (Y/N) squeeze his hand. Aunt May’s slipper clad foot began to tap impatiently on the floor as she waited for Peter to speak.. She narrowed her eyes, as if daring him to make an excuse. Pulling himself together, Peter tried to give an innocent smile. One wrong word and he was done for.

“Hi, Aunt May! I was just uh…” he trailed off dumbly, searching for a way out of this. Her fingers stopped drumming on her arm and her foot fell still as Aunt May let out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose and rolling her neck from side to side, trying in vain to ease the tension in her shoulders. She ran a hand over her face, seeming too tired to fight with Peter right now. The smile on Peter’s face fell away, noticing the bags that hung under her bloodshot eyes, he realized just how tired she must be. She had stayed up waiting for him, even though she had work the next day.

“I’m sorry Aunt May. I just… I got caught up in something…” he reached up to rub the back of his neck feeling extremely guilty. As he brought his hand up, Aunt May caught sight of the fresh cuts and bruises on them. Uh oh… wrong move.

“What did I tell you about fighting, young man?!” she half-heartedly scolded him. Peter’s eyes widened, realizing his mistake and quickly burying his hand in his pocket. He opened his mouth to try and explain, but Aunt May quickly cut him off, raising her hand. “Save it! I tell you time and time again, you need to stay away from those boys! Something bad could happen! I don’t need to lose you too!” She walked forward, continuing her rant. “One day someone is going to get seriously-” When her eyes fell on (Y/N), she noticed her bruised face and busted lip; the anger drained out of her, replaced with concern. “Hurt…” she glanced at Peter, who was looking down at his shoes, then back to you. She took in the blood and dirt maring your pink dress and the large leather jacket that covered your arms before finally landing on yours and Peter’s intertwined fingers. She couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“Aunt May this is (Y/N).” Peter introduced you, keeping his head bowed. Fear boiled in the pit of your stomach. You were scared of what she would do. You had no right to be here in her home, especially at this time of night. Glancing at Peter, you took a step forward, feeling that it was unfair for Peter to take the blame for a fight that was your fault.

“I’m sorry Ms. Parker, I was in trouble, and Peter-he helped me.” Tears pricked at your eyes and your voice shook slightly as you spoke ”I-I didn’t mean to involve him, it’s just my boyfriend, he-he was-” Aunt May shook her head, smiling gently and quietly shushing you.

“You don’t need to explain, dear.” The kind smile she offered you chased away your fear. She stepped forward and reached a hand out, cupping the side of your face, her eyes searching over the damage. “The important thing is that you’re both okay.” Her gentle touch soothed your rattled nerves. Removing her hand, she opened the freezer and took out two ice packs, tossing one to Peter, who caught it with one hand, and placing the other in your hand. She smiled once again and chuckled lightly. “I’m sorry you had to see me like this.” She gestured to her robe and slippers, “I would have worn something more presentable if someone would have told me we were having company.” She shot a look at Peter, who smiled sheepishly.

“It wasn’t exactly planned, Aunt May.” Peter said. She only rolled her eyes, taking a step back, she looked over the two of you again.

“Well, there is no helping it now.” She sighed before offering you another kind smile. “Is there anyone I need to call dear? Your parents? To let them know you're okay?” She asked. You blushed, pressing the ice pack to your swollen lip.

“My parents are out of town, there is no one at home.” You answered, praying she wouldn’t make you go home to that place, absent of warmth. The idea of being alone right now rattled you.

“Well, you are welcome to stay here as long as you like,” Aunt May offered, leaning back against the fridge. “I don’t like the idea of you alone after something like this.”

“Me neither…” you heard Peter mumble under his breath, giving your hand another squeeze. Relief washed over you, the fear of being alone was enough to make you dizzy. With everything that happened, you were sure Jake would be coming after you, and he knew where you lived.

“Thank you ma'am, I promise I won’t be any trouble.” Aunt May waved away your concerns, yawning.

“Don’t worry about it dear, if you need anything just ask Peter. I’m going to bed, I have an early shift in the morning.” She grumbled, shuffling over and giving Peter a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight Peter, goodnight (Y/N).” She mumbled, walking out of the kitchen. Suddenly, you felt beyond tired, like you could sleep for days. Glancing at Peter, you caught his eye, causing the both of you to smile. He gently rubbed his thumb over your knuckles, a small blush on his cheeks.

“Welcome home.”

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Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4...

[waitimcomingtoo]

In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter three rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peter’s greatest love and Spiderman’s greatest enemy

Series Masterlist

Peter arrived at the Avengers tower with a little pep in his step. His new neighbor was on his mind and he couldn’t get her off. He knew it was a long shot, after all you’d only had one conversation, but he felt like there was a connection between you. You were awkward, he was awkward. What more does a relationship need?

Tony was quick to notice the change in Peters mood. A dreamy smile crept across his face every now and then while Tony was trying to explain something about his nanotechnology.

“Alright Underoos, whats on your mind? A girl? Boy? That gorgeous Aunt of yours? Oh wait no, that’s what’s on my mind.” Tony smirked, making a blush paint Peters cheeks.

“Nothing sir. Sorry, I’ll pay attention.” Peter answered quickly. Tony scanned Peter up and down skeptically.

“So its a girl. Alright. Who is she?” Tony asked, motioning for Peter to sit down with him.

“This girl moved in across the hall from me about a week ago. I’d see her on the stairs sometimes, or in the lobby. She’s beautiful, Mr. Stark. I mean, really beautiful. And I know girls are a lot more than their appearance, trust me, but I can never look away. It’s like God made a perfect batch of cookie dough, and then made a perfect cookie cutter, and then hand made her just for me. There’s just, there’s something about her. I feel like I’ve always known her, and I don’t even know her yet. She knocked on my door this morning and I nearly had a heart attack when I saw her through the peephole. I played dumb and acted like I didn’t know she lived across the hall.” Peter started to explain. A twinge of embarrassment struck him at the memory of what he said to you.

“Oh God. You said something stupid, didn’t you?” Tony inquired, noticing the look of embarrassment on Peters face as he recalled their conversation. Tony leaned on his hands like a child, this stuff exciting him more than anything.

“I insulted her dead father and called him smelly.” Peter admitted, and Tony laughed.

“But she found it funny and agreed with me.” Peter quickly followed up.

“Wow. Normally I’d say there’s no coming back from that, but she seems like a keeper. So, are you gonna throw on your Spidey suit and take her for a ride around the city? Works with all the ladies.” Tony wiggled eyebrows, but Peter shook his head.

“No. Spider-Man isn’t a party trick or some tactic to pick up girls. Plus, I want her to like me for me. That’s why I invited her over for dinner tonight.” Peter answered. Tony looked down at his hands, not wanting Peter to see how proud he was. He couldn’t let Peter get too cocky.

“That was a test and you passed.” To y quipped. “Alright, spider child, you have my blessing. But no funny business tonight. If I find out I’m gonna have to design nanotech baby clothes, I’m gonna be pissed.”

Peter blushed at the mere thought of what Tony was implying and spent the rest of his time at the tower going over missions to get you off his mind.

You arrived at Peters at 6:07. You were done getting ready at 5:45, and sat in the living room on your phone until you were slightly late. You didn’t want to be early, like some loser. Or even worse, on time. You had to be fashionably, but not rudely, late.

You knocked on Peters door at 6:07 and waited. The door swung open instantly, as if he’d be waiting right behind.

“I know what you’re thinking.” He stated. “I’ll let you decide if I was waiting at the door for you or if I’m just really fast. “

He had successfully broken the ice, and you gave kudos to him for trying.

You, on the other hand, were drawing a blank. You had no idea what to say and you were a reporter for crying out loud. You didn’t get tripped up on my words, but something about Peter Parker and that damn collared shirt rendered you unable to formulate a thought. All you could do was stand there and smile at him. You felt like you were standing weirdly and all the sudden had no idea where to put your hands. Do you leave them at your sides? That felt too stiff and soldier-like. But where else would they go? You were pretty sure every brain cell had left your body at that point, leaving you defenseless.

“You look nice.” Peter blurted, interrupting the awkward silence that had settled between you. Even he seemed surprised by his statement. You looked down and shrugged. You looked as nice as a lazy person who didn’t fully unpack their clothes could look. You had on a casual grey dress that was made of some sort of t-shirt material, and your hair was in a loose bun with a few curls framing your face. Peter took in your appearance with what looked like approval. Then you noticed Peters gaze falling to your feet.

“Converse with a dress.” He noted. “Bold move.”

You felt your personality re-enter your body, finally, and nodded.

“Oh yeah. You know me. Quirky and cool and not like other girls.” You joked as you clicked your heels together. “You look nice too. Very…Freddie Benson.”

Freddie Benson? Who the hell makes an ICarly reference to compliment someone? This night was going downhill fast and you regretted ever knocking on his door.

“Dude. You’re tanking.” Venom said in your ear, you had to agree. This couldn’t be going worse.

But lo and behold, Peters beautiful laugh filled your ears once again.

“That’s what I was going for!” He cheered. “My friend Ned always teases me for wearing sweaters and button downs but he just doesn’t have the vision.”

“Come in.” He suddenly stepped aside and gestured inward. “Dinners almost ready.”

Peters apartment looked just like yours, but much more homey. You saw his baby pictures on the wall, coupled with pictures of him and his parents through the years. You noticed a framed picture of a different couple on the coffee table. They resembled Peter but you didn’t see them in any photos with him past the age of around 7. There was a candle next to the frame, as well as a ceramic cross. You quickly looked away, not wanting to overstep.

“You must be Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you.” You heard a woman’s voice from behind you. You turned around and saw a woman in high pants and a yellow tank top, recognized her from the pictures with Peter.

“I am. It’s very nice to meet you too, Mrs. Parker.” You said politely and shook her hand.

“Please.” She shook your hand. “Call me May.”

“May.” You repeated with a smile.

You turned around and saw Peter pulling out a chair for you, so you sat down while May finished preparing dinner. You offered to help, being the polite ass bitch that you were, but May insisted that you were the guest. A plate of “meatloaf” was soon placed in front of you and Peter. The term “meatloaf” is used very loosely. It looked more like an old shriveled brain. Peter made eye contact with you and winked.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” He whispered. He glanced at May, who was busy pouring the drinks, before leaning in closer and whispering, “it’s way worse.”

You playfully kicked Peter under the table and he giggled, quickly masking the sound with a drink of water.

“So, Y/N, where do you go to school?” May started the conversation. You took a bite of meatloaf, nearly died, and swallowed before answering.

“I’m actually taking a gap year before I start my junior year at Berkeley.” You told her. “And I work part time as a reporter.”

“That’s a very good school.” She complimented. “And I thought you looked familiar. I’ve seen your show on YouTube.”

“I haven’t.” Peter realized. “What’s it called?”

“The L/n Report.” You answered. “I started it my freshman year and it just kinda took off.”

“Oh. I’ve read some of yoru articles, but I haven’t seen the show.” Peter realized. “I can’t believe you do that. That’s really cool. You’re really cool.”

“Thank you.” You winked at him, not used to being praised for your work.

“Peter told me about your father.” May changed the subject. “I’m so sorry to hear that he passed. He left the apartment to you?”

“He did.” You nodded. “And it’s all right. We were estranged anyway.”

“It must be so different living alone in a city.” May sighed. “Did you dorm while at Berkeley?”

“No, I lived with my boyfriend.” You shook your head. Peter began choking on his water at the mention of a boyfriend and May shot him a look.

“Peter. Manners.” She said sternly.

“Boyfriend?” Was all he managed to say between coughs and sputters.

Oh great. Time for this conversation.

“Ex-boyfriend.” You corrected. “I got him demoted to traffic duty for two weeks and he wasn’t too happy about it.”

“He broke up with you over that?” Peter raised an eyebrow. “That’s gotta be the dumbest reason for a breakup I’ve ever heard.”

“May I ask how you got him demoted?” May wondered.

“Well, I’m an investigative reporter, and my ex, Andy, is a cop.” You began. “I looked at some classified files on his computer and used them against someone.”

“Carlton Drake, right?” She realized the story sounded familiar. “I read about that. Your exposé about him was everywhere.”

“Didn’t he die in his own rocket?” Peter asked you, fully invested in the story.

“Yea. I was there. Me and…my friend.” You caught yourself before almost mentioning Venom.

“Gosh I read that story forever ago.” May recalled. “It was all over the news here. I remember Peter ranting to me that this girl was straight out of high school and already taking down shady guys in San Francisco. You were obsessed with the article, remember Peter? I’m pretty sure you hung it up.”

Peter, you guessed it, turned bright red.

“I just thought you were cool. You know, taking down bad guys and all at such a young age. It really inspired me.” Peter explained. He suddenly looked panicked, like he said too much, and you wondered what it inspired him to do.

“Thank you Peter.” You smiled fondly. “How old are you anyway?”

“19. I’ll be 20 on August 10th.” He said proudly. “What about you?”

“He’s legal.” Venom whispered in your ear. You couldn’t even be mad at her, you were thinking the same thing.

“I’m 20.” You told him, and smile crept across his face.

“And this boyfriend, where is he now?” May asked. May wasn’t blind to what was happening between her nephew and this new neighbor and knew that’s what Peter was dying to ask.

“I would very much also like to know that.” Peter said, almost robotically. He leaned in closer and stared at you while he awaited the answer.

“He’s engaged, actually.” You said between sips of water, making Peter sigh in relief. “To a friend of mine. They’re getting married this summer.”

It was the first time you said those words out loud. You didn’t feel sad, like you thought you would. You didn’t really know how you felt. The smile that broke out on Peters face gave a clear indication on how he felt, though.

“That’s great. I mean, not great great. Great for him, I mean. It’s always good to move on. Wether it be with an old friend or a brand new one. Maybe it’s with someone you just met. You never know. Things just happen between the most random of people. Could be a stranger. Or, or, hear me out, it could be less of a stranger. Like a barista, or a mailman or a…a neighbor.” Peter stumbled over his words, the last part coming out very quietly. “I’m sorry that things didn’t work out though. Between you and him, I mean. ”

“Thanks.” You shrugged. “It was tough at first but, I’m okay now. He wasn’t the one.”

“When you do find the one, you’ll know. I knew almost immediately that Ben was the one. I saw him and my heart said “that’s the one you’ve been looking for” and I believed it.” May sighed wistfully. You could see her eyes glistening behind her glasses and did something rather bold. You put your hand on top of hers and squeezed. She gave off this loving motherly vibe that you had only seen in movies but never felt for yourself. May gave you the warmest smile and squeezed your hand back.

“That’s lovely May. Although, I always thought when you met the one, your heart wouldn’t say that it’s been looking for that person. I always thought it would say ‘welcome home’, or something like that. You know? Like, you’ve always known them. I don’t know though. Maybe I’ve just seen The Princess Bride one too many times.” You shrugged.

“Ah. That’s a classic in this household.” May recalled. “Peter would refuse to go to bed without watching it.”

“Because it’s a cinematic masterpiece.” Peter sassed. “You’re trying to embarrass me by pointing out that even as a child I had impeccable taste? Oh please.”

You laughed at his remark, making May noticed the smile that broke out on Peters face when he succeeded in making their new neighbor laugh.

May looked at you for a while with a content smile on her face before saying, “Yeah. I suppose you do have good taste.”

[quillsandtypos]

Pretzels, Popcorn, and Winners

Summary: Peter simply won't leave you alone to watch a movie till you finally turn the tables. But can you keep the tables turned?

Warnings: none but this fic is basically just a tickle fight

Words: 1.8k

Pairings: none but could definitely be read as Peter Parker x reader

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You quickly took your seat next to your best friend on the large sectional in the middle of the Avenger’s living room. Peter and you had decided to watch a move on one of your days off of school and hero work.

“Peter, did you grab my popcorn?” you called out as Peter messed with something in the kitchen behind you.

A large popcorn bowl quickly appeared overhead. “Thank you!” You gladly took the popcorn bowl and immediately started munching on it.

“Wait, you can’t eat it yet, the movie hasn't started!” He attempted to pull the popcorn bowl out of his hands, but you held it out of his reach.

“Then play the movie then!” you argued, as you still protected the bowl.

“Fine, but you’re no fun,” Peter said with a faux irritated eye roll. You chose to ignore it in favor of watching the movie.

But apparently, Peter had other plans. You probably hadn’t even got five minutes into your movie when Peter reached for your popcorn.

“Peter, you have your own snack!” you pointed out as you held it above your head.

Peter’s mischievous face matched your amused one. “I know, but I want your’s,” he pleaded, as he still reached for your popcorn.

“Well you’re not getting it,” you said as you stretched it further out of reach.

Peter's eyes seemed to glitter as a sly grin formed on his face. “You do know I could stand up to get it right?”

You cocked your head, you knew your best friend well enough to know that you were going to win this argument. “Are you going to bother to stand up?”

He thought for a moment as he considered his options before giving up with a shrug. “Mhmm, probably not.”

“That’s what I thought,” you said smugly.

After another five minutes had passed you found that Peter’s mood had somehow infected you. You waited until he was fully engrossed in the movie before slowly snaking your arm over to his pretzel bowl, but just as you were about to pull your arm away with a handful of pretzels, Peter’s hand grabbed a hold of your wrists.

Peter raised an eyebrow. “What exactly do you think you’re doing with that?”

You perfectly matched his body language. “You tried to take my popcorn, I think this is perfectly fair.”

“But I didn’t take it,” Peter pointed out.

“That’s because you’re,” you poked his chest with your free hand, “way too short to,” you scoffed.

“I’m not even that much shorter than you!” Peter released your wrist to throw his hands up in the air in exasperation.

“It’s okay, I still love you Lil Petey,” you teased as you happily ate your stolen pretzels.

If it was possible Peter glarred more, but you noted the smile he was trying to fight off. “I hate you.”

“You wish,” you laughed.

Peter shook his head but he turned back to watch the movie. You soon found yourself engrossed in the movie. Now that you were getting into the plot of it, it was actually fairly interesting. But just as you were on the edge of your seat you felt someone squeeze your side.

You didn’t bother to let your eyes leave the tv screen. “Peter, don’t start shit you can’t finish,” you sang.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything.” You didn’t have to look over at him to know that he was lying, or that he was trying to look innocent and failing miserably. You chose not to give him the satisfaction of answering him. That was until you felt another squeeze at your side.

“Peter,” you warned. This time your eyes drifted over to his.

“What?” His grin grew wider, but so did the devious glance in your eyes.

“I will beat you at this,” you smirked.

“You’re joking, right? I would wreck you,” he gloated.

“Maybe,” you shrugged. To Peter’s surprise, you turned back to the movie. He eyed you curiously, he was certain that you were going to try to do something, but you didn’t seem to be up to anything. He cautiously went back to watching tv, but just as he did you jumped on top of him, successfully pinning him to the couch.

“But I’d wreck you first,” you whispered as you squeezed his sides in unison.

“Whahahahit y/n nohohoh!” he giggled. Peter was desperately trying to pull your hands off his sides, but to no avail, he was laughing too hard to use his strength.

“You know you’re too short to get away, right? You’re stuck here Pete,” you teased as you noted his failing attempts.

“Liahahar,” he retorted. Even in his unfortunate state he still wouldn’t give in. You weren’t in the slightest bit surprised, but you decided to play along.

You held one hand up to your heart. “Peter I am honestly offend-” you had started to say, but removing your other hand had given Peter the opportunity to flip the tables.

He immediately started squeezing right at your hip bones, which he knew killed you.

“Peter!” you screeched. It felt like your nervous system was being played like a piano. All you could do was laugh, you couldn’t even tame your reactions.

“What, does it tickle y/n?” he asked. Though you both knew it wasn’t really a question.

You managed to wheeze out a response. “Shuhuht uhuhp!”

“Aw, I bet your face is so warm right now,” Peter taunted.

You couldn’t answer from all of the screams and laughter coming out of your mouth, but you could feel your cheeks heating up. But that evidently wasn’t enough for Peter, considering that he was still teasing you.

“I bet you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face if you tried.” If he hadn’t pinned you, you would’ve had him on the ground screaming in that moment. You sincerely wished you could wipe the evil smirk off of Peter’s face but he was not giving your hips a break.

“Oh, I have an idea!” he suddenly blurted out. His hands finally moved away from your hips, but just as he did, his face tucked down to blow on your stomach. You screeched as your feet kicked out at the air.

After your third raspberry, you had decided that you need to turn the tables somehow. So just as he pulled away from another raspberry you took your chance to dance your fingers around his neck. Peter practically ducked and rolled to get away from your hand, and you had pinned him again in a second.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait-NO!” Peter screeched as you scuttled your hands across his neck.

“See, all it takes is one poke to your neck and you’re done for,” you grinned.

“Fuhuhuck ohohff,” Peter giggled.

“Oh, and you can’t forget the saying about people who have really ticklish necks,” you said ominously.

“Whahaht?” Peter asked, as he unknowingly played right into master plan.

You bent down so your mouth was parallel to his ear. “Everywhere else is worse,” you whispered. Before he could figure out what you were doing, your hands darted down to claw at his ribcage, and Peter practically screamed.

“Sthohohop!” Peter barely squeaked out.

“What? I thought you’ve told me that teasing doesn’t affect you?” you asked smugly.

“Youhoho are so dead!” he yelled.

“That was so intimidating with your eyes all scrunched up because you’re totally not the most ticklish person ever,” you said, sarcastically as ever.

“Shut up!” he screeched like a pterodactyl.

“What was that you said earlier? Right! I have an idea!” You quickly reminded him of his earlier torture of you by blowing a raspberry right on his neck.

Peter’s laughter went silent, but his body did not. His arms desperately tried to push away your head as his legs twisted from side to side.

You paused for a moment to look at him. “Aww, Peter are you blushing?”

His face turned an even brighter red at your mention, but pausing to take it in was your first mistake.

You were once again underneath him, but this time you noted that you couldn’t move your arms. He had webbed your hands to the floor, which left you with no way to escape, until he decided you were done.

“Now, for the real tickling to begin,” he paused, “after you tell me your worst spot,” Peter instructed.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “I’m not telling you that.” You subconsciously looked down to where Peter was sitting for a split second, but the second was long enough for Peter.

“Ahh, so it’s your thighs,” Peter concluded.

You bit your lip in anticipation. Peter’s hands hovered just above them, and you couldn’t help but let a few nervous giggles slip out.

“I have a deal,” he started as his hands neared closer to your legs. “If you admit defeat, I won’t tickle you anymore.”

You stubbornly shook your head and you clamped your mouth down more.

“That’s what I thought you’d say.” Based on Peter’s smile, you were certain that you had given him the exact answer he wanted.

His hands hovered just centimeters away from your thighs and they began to wiggle as he counted down. He was counting painfully slow, but you wouldn’t look away.

“3…...2….-” His hands latched onto your thighs before he hit one.

You would’ve yelled at him for cheating, but your belly laughter was using too much of your air. It was loud, and it seemed to fill the whole space with a sort of light, a light that Peter couldn’t help but grin at too.

He squeezed up and down your thighs just as you had done to his sides. “If you admit that I won, then I’ll stop,” Peter sang. You knew he was taunting you, but you weren’t willing to give in just yet.

“Fine, if that’s how you want it.” His hands moved down to squeeze just above your kneecap and your laughter went silent.

“Fine!” you screamed. Peter stopped and looked at you.

“You win,” you admitted quietly.

He smiled in satisfaction, but he cupped his hand to his ear. “What was that?”

You would’ve crossed your arms if you could’ve. “Peter you have super hearing, I know you heard that.”

Peter squeezed above your knees again.

“Fine, you won!” you yelled.

“That’s what I thought,” he laughed.

Peter finally released you from his web fluid and offered you a hand up. You each took your spots on the couch again, but this time you made sure to stay a safe distance from him.

“I hate you,” you joked as you finally got your blankets situated again.

Peter returned your grin. “You wish.”

The two of you peacefully existed for the rest of the day, happily enjoying one another's presence. Or at least you did till Tony questioned why he could hear your laughter from five floors down, and then Peter and you took off again.