#maybe I am too harsh on Peter but fuck it

[arachnicas]

do you hate peter b??

I don't hate him; I'm just frustrated with him. I love the whole mentor/mentee dynamic between the two, but Peter was barely a mentor for Miles. Even though he had the power to visit Miles on a silver fucking platter, he didn't even bother to check up on him and continue his training. Everything Miles did in ATSV was Miles and Miles alone. Peter had nothing to do with his glow-up and STILL thought Miles was the same, unskilled thirteen-year-old who couldn't even relax his fingers to unstick himself from the ceiling.

I adore Peter, but he dropped the ball in ATSV, and no amount of hugs or apologies will ever repair what was damaged between him and Miles. Seriously, if my mentor tried to convince me that my father had to die and tried to sell me that "bad things happen to people all the time" spiel, and that I can't do anything about it, AND was associated with a fucking cult sent to "contain" me for daring to want to do things differently, I'd lose all respect for them.

[ellecdc]

i love ur writing sm!! <3 can i request a poly!marauders x reader who has the personality of kat stratford from 10 things i hate about you? reader speaks her (or their!) mind and known as a "bitch" but shes really a softie for the people she cares about. much love♡

Thank you so much, lovie!!! Hope this is what you were looking for 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

poly!marauders x feisty fem!reader

CW: burn/injury (nothing grave), use of Y/N, jokes at the expense of Hufflepuff House (no hate to the house, I too am a Hufflepuff)

By some brilliant stroke of luck, Professor Slughorn was away at some kind of Potioneer's convention in Sweden which left the Gryffindor and Slytherin's 6th and 7th year potion’s classes hosted by a substitute. That substitute happened to be none other than Professor Binns - the horrifyingly boring History of Magic professor. Normally, the presence of the ancient ghostly professor would be mind-numbing, but seeing as he’d just barely gotten today’s instructions up on the board before promptly falling asleep (and James threw a muffliato spell around him to keep it that way), the class was actually quite lively.

“How was I supposed to know we were only meant to add a pinch and not the whole jar?!” Barty Crouch Jr asked you incredulously.

“Uhm, perhaps by reading the sodding instructions!? Circe’s tits; is it Evan’s turn with your shared braincell today?” You spat as you vanished your soiled potion. The sound of an explosion, followed by Evan’s laughing, followed by Regulus hissing “Rosier!” proved you wrong.

“Ah, the braincell eluded both of you today; my mistake.” You muttered as you began your potion from scratch.

“Reggie! Y/N’s being mean to me!” He tattled from across the room.

“It’s not mean if it’s true, babe.” Regulus responded without lifting his head from his own worktable.

“How rude.” Barty whined. 

“You’re starting to sound like a Hufflepuff, Junior.” You taunted as you swatted at his hands that were vying for your potions ingredients.

“How dare you. I have never been so insulted.” He seethed from his place on his stool.

You smirked. “You don’t listen much, do you?”

“Now, maybe that was a little harsh, L/N, comparing him to a Hufflepuff.” Dorcas called over to you from her worktable.

“You’re just as soft as he is, Meadows.” 

“Nobody is safe…” Marlene murmured with a smirk.

Sirius and James’ potion station made a startling pop sound before James hissed in pain. “Fuck!” He gritted through his teeth.

You looked over to find James holding his arm against his chest protectively, Sirius grimacing at the sight, and Remus rolling his eyes because he told those sods to be careful. You immediately abandoned your worktable and a petulant Barty and made your way to the Gryffindor side of the room.

“What happened!?” You cooed as you gently encouraged James’ arm away from his body so you could inspect it.

“I added too much billywig sting. The potion overflowed and got Prongs.” Sirius offered guiltily. You cooed again and gently kissed the space beside the angry looking burn on James’ arm. 

“Barty! Grab me the medikit from the supply cupboard!” You called over your shoulder. 

Your request was met with a scoff. “I’m not one of your trained dogs, L/N. You’ll have to show me at least one tit before I’m at your beck and call.”

He barely had time to duck as you hurled a beaker at him.

“Okay, okay. Salazar’s saggy balls, you’re wicked.” He muttered as he made his way to fetch the medikit.

Remus was planning to let those bell-ends clean this up on their own, but he relented at how sweet you looked as you fussed over James; unable to hide his fond smile as he made his way over to his three lovers from his own workbench he shared with Peter.

“What did I say at the beginning of class?” Remus asked impishly. Sirius seemed to gulp a little before he murmured “to read twice, add once”.

“Mhm, and what did you do?” Remus continued.

Sirius, now growing tired of feeling shamefaced, muttered “obviously not that…” which earned him a pat on the arse from the werewolf.

Barty returned with the medikit and leaned his cheek forward as if waiting for you to press a kiss to it for his assistance. You whacked him in the head with said kit before opening it to find the burn paste and poison neutralizer.

All contempt melted away from your face as you turned your sights from your potions partner to one of your three boyfriends. “It might sting, but I’ll try to be gentle.” You murmured to James as you began to work on his wound.

As Remus peered at the burn, it really didn’t look all that bad – but the way you were treating James made it seem like you thought he was going to lose his arm. Suddenly, Remus saw a small wet mark land on James’ arm from where you were hovering over him.

“Dovey, you don’t have to cry! He’s okay.” He cooed at you as he began rubbing soothing circles onto your back, pressing a conciliatory kiss to your temple.

“M’not crying.” You muttered somewhat petulantly. “The smell of flesh burning off of Jamie’s arm is assaulting my sinuses.”

Sirius officially seemed more distraught that he upset you than he did about burning James.

“Oh, my poor, sweet girl.” Sirius murmured at you as he pulled you away from James’ arm.

“I’m not done, Sirius!” You argued, though you never tried to pull away from Sirius’ grasp.

“Remus will finish up angel, give Sirius hell for me.” James winked at you. You flushed at the attention and hid your face in Sirius’ chest.

“Poor lovey, so worried about her boys, hm?” Sirius cooed into the crown of your head where his lips were pressed. You hummed in the affirmative.

“What the actual fuck?” Barty interrupted the moment as you all turned to take in his astounded face. “You’re holding a Chinese Chomping Cabbage that close to your jugular, Black? Do you have a death wish?”

“No need to be jealous, Junior. Your boyfriend is right over there.” James goaded from his place as Remus finished wrapping up his wound.

Not needing to be told twice, Barty all but skipped across the room to Regulus before he threw himself onto the quiet boy’s lap. Regulus, hardly sparing his boyfriend a glance, stood and dumped the boy off his lap before returning to his stool and carrying on with his potion. 

You could no longer see Barty from your place in Sirius’ chest but based on the vibrations from his torso and the chuckles of your other boyfriends, you were sure he was flat on his ass.

“I hate it here.” He cried.

[outromoony]

"Let it once be me"

Wolfstar microfic | Word count: 984 | ttpdmicrofic

@my-castles-crumbling

Sirius was crying in his bed.

Remus could hear him quietly sobbing beneath the covers. He usually couldn't, not when the other boy was always so careful to cast silence charms when he was having a bad night, but he could hear him now, and the sound of it was threatening to tear him apart.

Remus had never seen Sirius cry, at least not openly. Sirius never let him see him in that state; he always tried to run away from him to James or even Peter to comfort him when something happened. It was usually family matters, or at least that's what Remus thought, since Sirius would never open up to him. It hurt him, knowing that Sirius was in any type of pain, knowing that anyone had the power to make him look so vulnerable, and it hurt him that Sirius never trusted him with his secrets the way Remus trusted Sirius with his; he trusted him blindly with his secrets, with every single thought that made him who he was. Yet Sirius seemed to be breaking apart too often lately, and he couldn't even stand to look at Remus right in the eyes when it happened.

He got out of his own bed and followed the sound of Sirius's tears. They stopped instantly, and Remus knew Sirius must have heard him.

"Sirius?" Remus whispered close to the curtains. A noise close to a choke came out of them, and then Sirius emerged from behind, not meeting Remus's gaze.

"Sorry I woke you up," Sirius sniffed. Remus knew that the reason he was trying to look in the opposite direction was because Remus could see perfectly in the dark, and he didn't want him to see his red eyes and swollen face. "I was just—"

"What's wrong?" Remus asked before Sirius could finish, trying to be as gentle as possible. What if the reason Sirius never talked to him was because he was bad with words? Because he was too cold? "Sirius, please talk to me."

"It's nothing, just..." Sirius swallowed, closing his eyes. "I will just talk to James in the morning."

That was like a punch in the stomach to hear, because Remus was right there, yet Sirius preferred to wait hours to speak with James about it, and if he couldn't, Remus knew he would prefer not to talk about it at all.

"I—am I too harsh? Do you think I wouldn't understand? That I would judge you?" Remus couldn't wrap his mind around what Sirius might think of him, and maybe that was his own fault for trying so hard to keep a facade for everyone else. "I know you don't trust me, and that's fine; you don't have to, but just please—"

"Fuck, Remus, I trust you with my life," Sirius finally looked at him, and the only thing Remus could see in his beautiful blue eyes was pure sadness. "I trust you with everything I am; this has nothing to do with trust."

"Then what?" Remus almost shouted, almost forgetting it was three in the morning and the rest of his friends were sleeping peacefully. "Why do you always push me away when you're feeling down? Why would you never talk to me? Why is it always James, Peter, or even sometimes the girls? Sirius, please, just... let it be me; let it once be me."

Sirius was looking at him with wide eyes, and when he finally spoke, his voice sounded so small it almost made Remus cry.

"It has always been you," He said those words as if they were the secret of the creation of the universe, as if that was the answer Remus had been waiting for. "It has always been you; everyone knows it but you."

"What are you—"

"You're the reason I try to be strong, the reason I try to stop the tears from falling and the heart from aching, because you once told me I was the bravest boy you've ever met, but I am not, Remus, not anymore, and I cannot stand to look at you when I am a bloody tangle of sadness for something so fucking stupid."

"Siriu—"

"And you're so... you, and in everything I do, in every decision I take, there's always your name in the back of my mind, and I want you to love me so fucking bad, but how could you ever do that when I'm just a pile of disaster and sadness?"

"I love you," Remus responded almost immediately without even thinking about it, meaning every word. "I love you—the brave you, the sad you, the disaster you. That's not changing, Sirius, ever; there's nothing you could do or say that would make me feel different about you; you dont need to pretend with me, to hide. I thought we stopped hiding from each other a long time ago."

"You just—you don't understend, Remus; you would not be saying this if you knew how I feel about you. You don't love me the way I love you; you don't—"

"I do," Remus whispered softly. He bent down slightly to remove Sirius's hand from his face and took it between his own, kissing his knuckles. "I really fucking do."

Sirius held his breath the moment Remus spoke those words, his hand almost shaking when Remus lifted it to touch his lips. His eyes were mostly full of something like surprise and disbelief; but behind all of that, Remus could see love—oh, so much love.

"So..." Remus spoke when Sirius didn't. "Can it be me? Please? Just this one time."

And then Sirius finally smiled, a tender expression crossing his face. “Maybe it’s time we let it be us.”

[crimsonbubble]

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, pussy slapping, praise, degradation, implied overstimulation, use of sex toys (vibrator clit clip), restraints, sadomasochism, soft and sweet aftercare *not proofread, just pure horny

[I'm blinded by my own carnal desires pls do not perceive me rn *its almost 1 am and i feel braindead while finishing this]

MINORS DNI!!

there's no escaping the cuffs tied to the bed or the mind-numbing vibrations they rake over you, igniting every vein in your body.

maybe if you hadn't been so mouthy, you wouldn't have to be tied down by your wrists with a spreader bar against your ankles or have to have a vibrator clip attached to you. Miguel tried to talk you down but he could only do so much before Peter finally had enough of you.

hence why Peter decided to leave you strapped down to the bed with a vibrator at the highest setting against your now swollen and throbbing clit. his eyes were dark as he watched Miguel tie your wrists and secure the bar. Peter kneeled between your legs, your pleas and whines falling on deaf ears as he landed swift and wet slaps to your sticky cunt. "fuckin' look at you. you're soaking the fucking sheets like a whore, baby."

Miguel didn't like being too hard on you but see how harsh Peter was when landing sharp slaps to your clit made his cock twitch. just as you staring pleading and crying for him, Peter pushes Miguel out of the room with him in tow. he left the bedroom door open heading down the stairs as if you weren't laying strapped to their bed. Peter dragged Miguel down the stairs, telling him to "just let them be. just for a little bit." Miguel can still hear you letting out the most lewd sounds albeit a bit muffled.

you don't know how long you've been laying there, but enough orgasms have passed to know that you've all but drenched the sheets under you. your skin is sticky with sweat and your body is sore. the vibrator is still buzzing away on your clit but you're throat is so hoarse you can barely let out any more near pornographic moans.

you're so tired, you can barely keep your eyes open anymore. but just before you gave into the stars that started clouding your vision, you felt quick taps against your cheeks and then felt something cold against your skin. you peeked your eyes open as Peter carefully untied your hands and Miguel set the spreader bar aside.

Miguel's hands carefully massaged your calves and thighs, gently shushing you when you winced and pulled away from him. "it'll feel better soon, my love, just hold out for me, yea?" your heart thumped louder in your chest as Peter cleaned and put things back where they belong. he came back to you and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead as he caressed the reddened and sore skin of your wrists.

you jolted away from Miguel's hands as he worked the muscles of your thighs. "you did so good for us, honey. I'm so proud of you, sweetheart." Miguel planted lingering kisses on your calves. "how about a quick bath so I can change the sheets?"

it was easy to have you agree as you cling to Miguel as he brought you to the bathroom. you refused to let go of him so just sat on the edge of the bathtub with you on his lap. Peter made quick work of changing the sheets as you soaked in a warm bath with Miguel washing your hair. you let the warmth of the water engulf you as Miguel massages your scalp. you fell asleep long enough for Miguel to finish washing your hair and get you out of the tub.

now laying in bed with soft and warm clothes nestled between Peter and Miguel. listening to the soft thud of your heart pull you into a deeper slumber.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

It’s been a bit since I wrote about feral!Bucky but I genuinely cannot put into words how much Steve (and me) loves him

Bucky now associates physical touch with pain, with torture. He hides from visitors, scampers away from touch, and never lets anyone get close to him. Nevertheless, Steve wakes up from a nap one day with Bucky curled into his side, and Steve is pretty sure that if he could, Bucky would be purring like a kitten. 

“Bucky?” Steve asks tentatively, trying not to spook him. Bucky doesn’t seem to be upset by Steve sudden consciousness, instead just making a small noise and wrapping his arms around Steve’s chest possessively. He mumbles something that sounds like “Stevie”. 

“You alright, angel?” Steve asks with a grin, confused but pleased with the change in Bucky’s demeanor. He knew Bucky had always been closer with Steve, trusting him more than others, but this was still new territory. He slides his arms around Bucky, which causes Bucky to make a happy noise that Steve hasn’t heard in years. 

————

Also, maybe Bucky’s a bit territorial now that he’s been given more freedom. The poor thing doesn’t know what to do with himself. However, after consulting a bunch of psychiatrists and Dr. Banner, Steve knows what he needs to do. He empties out an old walk in closet, and fits it with as many soft things as he can find. He buys as many plushies as he can afford, and stuffs the closet with them. He remembers how much Bucky hates harsh lights now and decides to buy those pretty string lights that Peter has in his room at the tower. He shows it to Bucky when it’s finished and they’ve both had a good day. 

“It’s all your own space, Buck. I’m never going to come in here without your permission. I swear it.” Steve says, holding Bucky’s hand, which lately Bucky won’t let go of. 

“It’s… mine?” Bucky says, slowly, tentatively. He’s scared that all of this will be taken away. 

“Yeah, Buck. Yours.” Steve says, as comforting and securely as I can, trying to make his confidence transfer to Bucky. 

Steve is tackled in a hug, and there are tears wetting his shirt. He hugs Bucky back, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 

“Thank you.” The whisper is so soft, so small, that it’s almost imperceptible. But Steve hears it. He’ll always hear Bucky. 

————

Then, of course, there’s the moment when Steve’s telling Bucky about life back in Brooklyn, a topic that Bucky is very interested in. He’s going on about something that they did to piss off Becca (“we were teenagers, Buck. The best entertainment we had was making that poor girl mad.”) when Bucky stops him. 

“I remember.”

Steve drops the pencil he’s holding. “You… You do?” There’s so much hope in his voice. There’s unshed tears in Bucky’s eyes, and a small smile on his face. 

“Yes. Rebecca. My Becca.” Bucky’s smile gets bigger, as does Steve. Steve rushes to his side, hugging him. Bucky’s crying, and Steve’s not far behind him. Bucky laughs, and it is the best goddamn sound Steve Rogers has ever heard. “She was so mad. I can’t believe we did that.” He giggles, and it makes Steve feel like maybe everything will be okay. 

previous feral!Bucky

Me too! I am such a fucking sucker for feral Bucky

I am beside myself thinking about Bucky being so touch adverse only for Steve to wake up and find him tucked into his side 😫 and there's something so special, too, about Bucky having moments in recovery where he's so suddenly more himself. It makes it so much more painful to see the rapid realignment. It's as if he's found two loose ends and knotted them together as quickly as his fingers would allow to ensure that he doesn't misplace them again. Gah! It's so just 🤌🏻ouch🤌🏻

Oh my god!! The territorial thing, yes! I've had this in my notes for actual years, waiting for me to come back to it and do something with it:

Sometimes, during Bucky's recovery, he latches onto things with this ferocity, holding until his fingers hurt, distraught when he accidentally breaks it, if the object of desire is fragile, claiming "mine." He won't let anyone touch it, not unless it's over his dead body. Steve has genuinely never been so distraught and proud of someone for grabbing a mug and declaring it as their own. Bucky deserves to have his own things.

Same wavelength, lmao

That's so fucking sweet, though! I love the idea of Bucky having his own space. (And I love the idea of Peter's room in the tower having fairy lights. Fuck yeah.)

Ah! That last part is the fucking best. Steve will never be as eager to be interrupted as he is when he's in the middle of a story, and Bucky stops him because he remembers. He doesn't need to tell him again, he remembers. Steve could fucking kiss him. Steve will kiss him. Steve will pick him up and spin him around, clutching his waist all the while, a huge grin on his face.

In conclusion:

Thank you so, so much for this!!

[kaminocasey]

As Luck Would Have It Part 2

Summary: Shit hits the fan as Fisk gives you the task to kill Spider-Man... But you know that's not an option for you.

Pairing: Peter B Parker x Assassin!Reader

WC: 3.3K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI; A lot more angst, But also more smut. Guns, Public-ish sex, unprotected p in v, Angry sex, canon what canon?

A/N: No one at all asked for this part 2 but this story has been bringing me joy the last few days so I figured why not lol. *pictures found on pinterest*

Part One | Taglist Form︱Marvel Masterlist

Kill the Spider-Man. 

The harsh words from Fisk echo in your head loudly as you start to go into panic mode. He’s giving you three days. That’s plenty of time for you to come clean to your husband, fake his death, and make him move, right? 

Except one thing. Peter never runs from a fight. He never backs down.

Goddammit… 

When you go home that night, exhausted, you hear Peter relaxing on the couch, watching TV. You know he’s going to look rough from taking on the Goblin and that you have to act surprised, like you don’t know anything. 

Or… 

You can take this time to tell him the truth. If he hates you and leaves you, maybe he’ll leave New York… At least he’ll be safe.

You stand, facing the door for a moment longer, looking out the window at the cars parked on the street.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Peter’s warm voice fills the house and you close your eyes as your chest tightens. “Food just got here a few minutes ago, it’s on the counter ready for you.”

“Hi, baby.” You try your best to not let him hear the hurt or fear in your voice as you take your jacket off and hang it up.

Suddenly, you hear him right behind you in the foyer. “What’s wrong?”

Goddammit he knows you too well. You let out another breath before turning around to face him. He does look rough, but not as bad as usual, so that’s gotta be a good sign. You can’t help but wonder what shape Osborn is in. And judging by how angry he was, he’s probably not in good shape.

“We… we need to talk.” You walk past him into the living room to sit down on the couch.

“That’s never a good thing to start a conversation with.” He teases and then when he sees your serious face, his own face drops as he sits down next to you. “What is it?”

Closing your eyes to take a deep breath, to calm your nerves, you take his hands. “I don’t know how to say it… It’s pretty bad.”

“So just say it.” He shrugs, giving you a nervous smile as he brings your hand to his lips.

It just makes your heart hurt, so you pull it away and stand up, beginning to pace the living room, arguing with yourself in your head for a moment.

Peter’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts. 

“Babe, you’re starting to freak me out. What the hell happened today?” He stands up, putting his hands on his hips.

“Baby… I’m not…” You look at him and you feel like you’re going to throw up. “I’m… fuck… goddammit… I’m not who you think I am.” 

Peter tilts his head with furrowed brows. “What do you mean?”

“I…” You clear your throat. “I work for Wilson Fisk… Kingpin.” 

Peter lets out a loud laugh. “Okay. What is it really? Am I putting on too much weight? Do you want me to work out more?”

You let out a frustrated groan. “Fuck Peter. Will you stop?” 

He looks at you fully now, clearly alarmed by the tone you just took with him. You’ve never spoken to him like that in your life.

“I’m a trained assassin for Kingpin.” You speak each word slowly, trying to make him understand how serious this is.

“You work in publishing-”

“A lie I told you.”

“You’re an editor-”

“Another lie. I’ve been lying most of our relationship.” You tell him as your stomach still feels like it’s falling. 

He shakes his head, beginning to pace himself. “What… how? I don’t… I don’t understand…” 

“I’ve done my best to keep you… to keep Spider-Man off his radar… but today… when you went up against Osborn… we were there before… trying to get him to-” You try to explain.

“You were there?” He interupts, still in rather disbelief, clearly.

Nothing you say right now is going to help the fact that you have been lying for your entire relationship.

“Peter, I-” 

He holds up his hand to silence you, so he can think, and then rakes it down his face, falling down to the couch.

“Our whole marriage is a lie…” He looks up at you, but it's almost like he’s looking at a complete stranger. “You- you kill people for a living?”

You can hear the cracks in his heart start to take shape, mimicking your own.

“Yes…” You whisper so your voice doesn’t break, tears brimming. 

He puts his head in his hands, gripping his hair anxiously before looking up at you again. 

“Why are you telling me now?” 

“Because you’re in danger… Pete… I tried so hard to keep him away from you…” You feel the tears running down your cheeks now.

“He wants you to kill me.” He gets it now.

You nod your head. “But I love you and I obviously cannot do that. I need you to leave New York…”

“You don’t think I can handle my own?” He looks at you angrily.

A look he rarely ever gives you.

“He wants me to kill you… and if I don’t… he’ll kill me.” You whisper. “I failed him today when I tried to get Osborn to work with us…”

“Oh…” He murmurs, staring at you.

For once in your life, you truly cannot tell what your husband is thinking. And that scares you more than Fisk does. 

“Peter?” You ask, hoping he’ll let you in even though he has no reason to.

“I’ll be back.” He gets up and starts heading toward the door but you grab his wrist.

“Please don’t do something stupid-” You beg.

“What, you mean like lying for ten years to your spouse and turning out to be an assassin?” He yanks his hand away from you and walks out the door, taking your heart with him. 

You’re aware the world doesn’t just stop spinning, but the moment he walks out that door, it feels like it does. 

Now what?

“Fuck…” You rest your forehead against the doorway to the living room and close your eyes for a minute. 

You can’t let him try to take on Kingpin, obviously. Not alone…

Deciding right there, you grab your jacket and your keys and head back out to your bike. Speeding toward the city, you try to figure out exactly what you’re going to do. It’s not like you can just kill your boss and there won’t be some sort of repercussions. 

It doesn’t matter, though. It’s for Peter. 

By the time you pull up in the back alley of Fisk Tower, it’s dark out and you wait for a moment, just for some sort of sign of Peter. But you don’t see him so you head back up toward Fisk’s office. 

The elevator ride takes way too long as you fidget with the bar behind you, looking out at the city lights. When you hear the ding, indicating the top floor, you hear voices. 

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to show up here?” You hear Fisk’s voice on the other side of the elevator and you just know Peter is in there. 

Your stomach still drops the moment that the elevator doors open. Fisk and Peter both look at you. Peter is in his Spider suit and you crave looking into those brown eyes again.

“About time. Kill him.” Fisk commands you. 

“Not gonna happen, pal.” Peter shoots a web at Fisk right in the face and yanks him down to the floor. “You’ll find I’m very spry. Yoga really helps. You ought to give it a try.” 

Oh, Peter… 

“Why are you just standing there?” Fisk shouts at you and you pull your gun and point it.

Fisk smirks as you see Peter’s masked eyes go wide. But you turn the gun down toward Fisk, pointing it at him instead. 

“I quit.” You mumble. “You can’t quit.” Fisk is starting to break free from the webs and getting back up. “I own you.” 

“Not anymore.” You shake your head. 

Fisk pulls his gun out of his suit and starts to point it at you but a string of webbing pulls it clattering to the floor.

“Don’t think so.” Peter leaps up and kicks Fisk in the face and continues to attack him. “You could say I’m a bit of a feminist. Women are our future. Supposed to love and cherish them, you know?”

“Do you ever shut the hell up?” Fisk grumbles as he tries to go after Peter, who leaps out of the way, and crashes into his liquor shelf. 

“Nope. It’s honestly my worst quality.” Peter punches him and then throws you a wink. “Except for forgetting trash day every other week.” 

He isn’t wrong about that. 

All of a sudden, Fisk comes swinging back and throws a hard punch into Peter’s cheek and you just know that had to hurt. Peter falls down momentarily and tries to get back up but Fisk knocks him back down. 

You watch in horror and raise your gun back up to Fisk. “STOP!” 

“Or what, sweetheart?” Fisk smirks at you as he kicks Peter in the stomach. 

“I said stop!” You scream as you fire at Fisk, hitting him in the right side of the chest. 

He pauses to look down at where you hit him at the same time that Peter looks up at you. Except you can tell its to check to make sure you’re alright. 

“You bitch.” Fisk starts toward you but you dodge him and roll out of the way at the same time that Peter webs his legs and yanks him down. 

“That’s… no way… to talk to a woman.” Peter weakly gets up. 

All of a sudden, there are cops busting into the room and you quickly realize that Peter actually came with a plan. The chaos that ensues for the next 45 minutes is insane. 

You count down the minutes until you can just have a moment alone with Peter, while the officers try to question you about Fisk. Peter tells them you were in the wrong place at the wrong time, though and they accept that no questions asked. 

Finally, after everyone is gone, you run around to the computers to erase any files or evidence that Fisk had on you before the cops come and take everything. 

“What are you doing?” Peter comes around to look and see. 

“Just clearing me out of the system…” You murmur, afraid to look up at him. 

Peter sighs and waits for you to be done before you take the elevator back down to the ground floor. It’s a quiet ride back down and neither of you are sure what to say to the other. You wouldn’t blame Peter one bit if he decided to leave you or divorce you. You just hope that he’ll let you explain your side before making any rash decisions.

When you get down to the back alley, he stands there for a minute staring at you. 

“We have a lot to discuss… at home?” You ask, quietly, hopefully. 

He lifts up his mask slightly, revealing those lips you could get lost in. Before you can say anything else, he pulls you against him, kissing you roughly. Clearly this is all adrenaline talking. You’ve been through this countless times. When he has pent up adrenaline after fighting some bad guy, sometimes, he’ll come home and fuck you senseless. At least then… you knew he was still in love with you.

“Peter-” You try to whisper against his lips.

“Shhh…” He murmurs, cupping your face as he slides his fingers into your hair. “Not yet.”

He backs you up against the brick wall of the building behind you and roams his hands down to your ass, groaning against you. 

“Let me fuck you… please baby…” His voice is gravelly and full of need. “Didn’t get to this morning and I just… fuck… I really need to.” 

You nod into the kiss. “Please, Peter…” 

He moans softly at the way you say his name and grazes his teeth softly over your bottom lip before pulling away to twist you and push you up against the building so your cheek is resting on the cool brick. His hand reaches around to unbutton your jeans, sliding them and your underwear down to your knees. You hear the soft zip of his suit and then feel his length pushing against your ass. 

“You want it?” He whispers hotly in your ear, kicking your feet apart before sliding the tip between your pussy lips, aching for him to push into you. 

You moan softly, nodding. “P-please…” 

“That's the best you can do, baby? Ought to make you get down on your knees and beg for my cock.” He mumbles. “Fuck I’m so mad at you right now.”

“So fuck me until you’re not mad anymore.” You whisper. 

With a soft growl, he pushes roughly into your cunt, making both of you moan loudly into the empty alleyway. He gives you a moment to adjust to his length before drawing out and pushing right back in. Peter buries his face in the crook of your neck, groaning as one of his hands finds your breast and the other smacks against the brick wall, pressing closer against you. 

“Feels so fucking good…” He whispers. “Your pussy was made just for me…”

“O-only yours…” You whisper back, tears in your eyes. 

He kisses your neck before biting softly and sucking, leaving a mark. You’ll let him do whatever he wants to you at this point, if it means forgiving you. 

Peter begins fucking you rougher, starting to lose it. The only sounds filling the alleyway now are the desperate grunts between the two of you and the sound of skin roughly slapping against skin. His grip tightens around your breast, groping you as his other hand flies down to your hip to keep you both right side up. 

Soon he flies over his edge, burying his face in your neck again as he pumps his cum into you at record speed, pushing as much of it into you as possible because he knows the moment he slides out of you, it’s just gonna drip out onto the pavement. He stays like that for a moment, breathing hard against you, kissing your neck and shoulder. 

“I’m… really… really mad at you.” He whispers, taking his mask off, still panting.

“I know, Peter. I know. I’m so sorry.” You still have tears in your eyes. “I’m so sorry. You have to believe me… I’ve been trying so hard to make sure you didn’t get hurt…” 

He slides out of you and you don’t even care about the mess, you pull your pants up and turn to look at him, cupping his face. He won’t look at you.

“Please… Pete… I love you so-” You cry.

“How can I trust you again after this?” He interupts, the heartbreak clear as day on his face.

“I-” You don’t know how to answer that. “I don’t know…”

He has tears in his own eyes. “I don’t think I can trust you ever again.” 

He’s probably not wrong. But it still hurts to hear. Especially coming from the man you’ve loved since you were 18 years old. You were supposed to be able to make it through anything… 

“Peter… Please just hear me out… I’m begging.” Your voice breaks. 

He shakes his head. “How long were you working for him?”

“Peter-”

“How. Long?” He glares at you.

You rub your nose on your sleeve. “Five years.” 

“You’ve been working with an enemy for five years… And you couldn’t be bothered to tell me. God, do you know how stupid I feel right now?” He rubs his hands down his face. 

Everything is starting to feel like it’s crashing down. Oh how you wish you could rewind to 12 hours before and not get out of bed. To have just stayed there in Peter’s grasp a little longer.

He shakes his head, pulling his mask back over and you know he’s about to swing out of here. 

“Peter, no. Please.” You start toward him, but you hear the ‘thwip’ of the web and suddenly he’s gone. 

Everything that you’ve done was for nothing. Absolutely nothing. You let yourself cry for another moment before you suck it up and decide to get over it. If he leaves, he leaves. You start over.

You’re a fucking cold hearted assassin. Get it together. 

The ringtone of your phone breaks you out of your thoughts. Pulling it out of your back pocket, you see Johnny’s name pop up.

You answer it, wondering how much he knows already. “Yeah?”

“Fisk is down.”

“Yeah.”

“Meet at Location 32.”

Location 32. The Bronx warehouse. 

“Got it.” You hang up, sliding your phone back into your pocket and your helmet back on. 

If Peter wants to go, you won’t stop him. You’ll throw yourself into work and won’t look back. That’s the only way you can protect your heart, or to keep this from ever happening to you again. 

When you get to the warehouse, one of the garage doors opens up for you to pull your bike into. You see multiple vehicles and bikes already parked so you throw it into park and turn it off, hitting the killswitch. 

Johnny approaches you as you take your helmet off, resting it on your bike once you get off. You see all of the guys here, along with several people you really don’t know but are no doubt on Fisk’s payroll.

Elliot Perry, one of Fisk’s best lawyers, stands at the head of the crowd. 

“Now that she’s here.” He says, glancing at you, indicating he’s talking about you. “We can get started.” 

Everyone tries to get closer so they can hear him. You cross your arms as he stares at you for a beat too long. Perry’s always given you the creeps, but he’s nothing you can’t handle. 

“As most of you know already, Mr. Fisk was attacked by Spider-Man tonight. He’s currently in a coma and we aren’t sure when he’s going to wake up.” Perry looks at everyone as he talks and then pulls out a paper. “With that being said, we are going to follow Mr. Fisk’s orders as he had drawn up.” He starts reading from the paper. “In the case of my absence or death, y/n l/n will take over for me as the head of Fisk Industries. She is my right hand person and the most capable. Anyone who does not follow this order will be terminated.”

Your blood runs cold at the realization that you’re the one who put him into a coma and yet he’s entrusted his entire company to you to manage. Everyone’s eyes are on you as well as you tune out what the rest of Fisk’s letter says. 

Shit, you think to yourself. 

“What do you think?” Johnny asks you when Perry’s done talking.

You shake your head, unable to wrap your mind around what’s just happened. “I don't know what to think… this is a lot to process.”

“It is. But you don’t really have much of a choice do you?” Johnny smirks. 

“I mean… Kingpin was… power incarnate. He was cunning… ruthless… charming… That’s not me.” You lean against one of the black vans.

“Oh, no? Really? Have you not met yourself? You’re all of those things and more.” Johnny leans as well. “We all support you. We’ll follow you.”

You look around at everyone watching you with respect, waiting for your next words. Everyone here, waiting for your command. You could be the one to keep all of these people away from Spider-Man. All you have to do is say the word and they won’t lay a hand on him. That’s power. 

“It’s time for a Queenpin, I believe.” Johnny leans over and whispers. 

“So it is.” You murmur.

[just-jordie-things]

spiderman fan anon here again who yapped abt how i think ur spideygumi fic is the literal greatest spidey au of all time.. sry i hope ur not tired of hearing abt it but i just reread the fic (again) and i cant stop thinking abt what mc and megumis development would be like from here… megumi is definitely not the typical peter-parker-type with his sense of justice (as one of his figures’ packaging hilariously summarizes “i save people unequally”) which has SOO much potential for a Good fucking hero story AND new relationship dynamic. like maybe megumi tries to become kind of a more “moral” hero on his own, but shit happens, maybe the govt or police are too corrupt and he realizes he can only trust himself to bring justice to the city, a more batman-like mentality. would mc have a problem with his morality and pull away? would she agree with it and help him as a journalist? would she disagree and give him the With great power Comes great responsibility spiel, leading to him growing into a more “true” spiderman-like hero? Idfk i do not write at all but i cant turn off my comics-loving brain with all this potential!!! i also dont mean to push u to write any of this but i had to talk abt it before i Exploded

the way i wanna make this fic a 5 movie franchise now becuz OMG THE AVENUES THIS OPENS UPPP

i am a marvel girl (sorry battinson baby even u aren't my fav) so i see spiderman!gumi having a deadpool mentality but without the mouth lolol

ok here's some very small thoughts i have about what a continuation in the story would've looked like:

he tries to find a mix between the public eyes' idea of the right thing and his version of the right thing but... dammit some people just gotta suffer a bit don't they?

he sees someone get a lil too harsh with a dog and he can't just give em a lil scare. next thing he knows they're beaten beyond recognition and webbed up to a wall for the police to deal with. fuck that guy, who hurts dogs??

when the news starts to call him things like menace and people start to wonder if he's not the altruistic hero they thought he was, megumi tries to balance between the different schools of thought of justice. he has you by his side, supporting him and wishing him all the best with being the best he can be...

so when some perp he's apprehending starts spouting off some real nasty shit, megumi tries to tell himself that prison will bring him to justice. over and over in his head he tells himself that he has to let some things go...

but damnit this bigoted asshole won't shut up and megumi just doesn't see how society could possibly function with pieces of shit like this roaming around. and no, when the guy's body goes limp after a swift ninety-degree head-spinning snap to the neck, megumi doesn't feel any regret. only relief that there's one less bastard in his city.

as for you, you've always trusted in spiderman. so you're learning to place your trust in megumi, too. you hate the rare occasion when he visits you bloodied and bruised, but you hate the idea of a city without spiderman's protection even more. you've been a fan of spiderman since the first day you'd heard of the sightings. a ride or die doesn't walk away just because things are getting a little nastier out there.

a career in journalism will prove to be difficult. the truth about megumi's double life is a secret that you both understand must stay contained no matter the price. you probably bounce around a few firms, trying to find just the right place to land where you can write the truth without revealing too much. however most outlets just want to report on the crimes spiderman himself has committed, and you struggle with badmouthing your hero (and your boyfriend)

i like to think megumi laughs at the papers trying to paint him as a villain. it doesn't stress him out, it's nothing to him really. just a source of entertainment for him to read to you over dinner. between the two of you, you handle the ugly headlines far worse. but megumi likes to rile you up by reading all the worst ones to you, just to make you fuss over it all. some nights it's like you're rivals again- megumi taunting you with the latest edition of the spider-menace storytelling, chuckling when you start to crinkle your brows and spout off about how some writers are uneducated phonies or how they're ungrateful for what he's done. you never fail to go on a long winded rant followed by some chugged down water. and as always, megumi will just smirk and shake his head as he throws away said latest edition.

___

i lost wind here but i would love to hear if anyone has other thoughts too!!

[overpoweredcacti]

CME 17x10 thoughts (and prayers)

Jesus Christ I’m finally home after accidentally sabotaging my own morning (okay sabotage may be harsh. I have a job now that I signed all the necessarily paperwork lol but I had to go around the city for hours. This Pacific time Midnight airtime is ridiculous, that’s 9 am for me. By then I usually have to pretend to be a functioning adult human being).

I don’t really do this usually, but it is the finale, so. I will try my hand and liveblogging. This will be long.

Some preliminary thoughts though:

I think Church and Jade both survive and it’s Mila who dies

I just don’t see any of the main cast dying. Maybe Rossi, but this show is attached to its actors so much that this would only happen if Joe wanted out, and I’m not sure I can see that happening?

the last Gold Star Peter B. is most probably Peter Bailey

I don’t trust Phil Coulson the Director

Voit has to die. I think. Narratively he just can’t live. So my guess is that he will be killed (maybe on FBI higher up orders) and it will be framed as a suicide. But the BAU would obvious know that doesn’t match his profile cue S18

Well then.

55 minutes hmm, okay. I thought we would get at least an hour, there’s so much going on.

Connection Lost. For all of them??

20 minutes Rebecca and Garcia has been sitting in that office, waiting. That does wonders for someone’s nerves I bet

needs to reboot the system (“have you tried turning it off and on again?” xd)

I’M sorry they didn’t know the building just fucking exploded? xdxd

also still Minimal Loss vibes

okay but everyone seemed fine on the promo pics (minus Emily) so how if they all exploded

I don’t buy it lol

halluciVoit is back

the team is okay

okay see. how lucky do you have to be though to survive an explosion without a scratch

unless they pull a Dallas and the next 30 minutes is just Dave dying and dreaming shit lol that would be iconic

okay Mila surrendered maybe she’s not dying. But how does Rossi get rid of the head wound?

oooh okay so it is a kidnapping situation. Because Jade still thinks the BAU is in cahoots with Church

“you’ve been charged with pedophilia” love that we are not sugarcoating it lol

OKAY so I didn’t think it would be so abrupt. But okay dude deserved it.

Ooh the shot of the dripping blood as he’s carted away? Brilliant.

are we about to see Emily get yeeted

that was a very mild blast without the sound effects lol

are you taking some of the voltage? that’s..a choice. I’m also unsure if that would even work

again with the camera, literally shaking off the memory how cool

listen I know we are supposed to be scared for Emily but it’s Emily. Not even she looks phased lol

holy shit the writing remembers past events. Unbelievable

okay I was recently talking about Person of Interest so that’s probably why the scene is in my mind, but whoever knows about it: This is straight up Vigilance and Control in the mock trial in S3

okay so since Peter B. is most definitely Bailey I’m guessing that’s how Emily will eventually get through to them? By the fact the she knew Doug?

criminal mastermind Brian Garrity reveal when

are you serious? that’s a prison? That’s a vacation home. I've slept in worse places that I paid for

HE HAS A MICROWAVE?

is this actually a thing in America? Okay not my business but damn

“the only thing I miss is you” VoitxRossi is sailing

yes it’s definitely Doug’s brother

yeeah

see that’s a problem because I’m pretty sure Emily holds herself responsible too xd

“does this body language tell you anything” yeah that you’re a fucker

lil bro kinda low key looks like a young Jonathan Groff

so where were you at the funeral? flashback to Emily meeting the parents but not him I’m guessing?

okay flashback but not about that

“really?” “No,” xdxdxdxdx pls. yes. thank you. OG moment. God. Love that

“You scream only child.” Emily. You’re an only child.

"I have a sister" No you don’t. Where did that come from.

Okay was she manipulating him or did they just drop this out of nowhere breaking 17 seasons of previous lore because both are a legitimate possibility.

“why weren’t you at Doug’s funeral” thank you

yeah see I like that this is coming back. Because the DOJ really dropped the ball on Benjamin Reeves

all that said Clark Gregg is still suspicious

so the teenager who is rebellious and anti-government gets into juvie where the government paid private military company trains him to be an assassin through abuse. Nice job there xd

“I’m not threatening your career” love the energy

you literally didn’t have to keep any of that from the BAU though.

THAT’s when you knew you had a crisis? Bruh

“a pilates instructor” xdxd Rebecca’s wit is underappreciated tbh

“he may or may not have information” “fuck you” 💀

are we having a discussion about the real life confines of four dimensional chess. My guy that’s a meme.

Aww JJ basically admitting they are going to get fucked over but hey it’s Emily, they gotta

“he wanted to wear comfy clothes” this bitch.

“back at it like a crack addict” you know what I retroactively would like to witness the birth of lines like this in the writer’s room

 I mean yeah sure but child trafficking does exist tho xd

okay they are cute…

“god forbid you end up on that wall” uff.

aaah you were taking the photos. But who were the guys working for you? I was absolutely sure it was Church. He had the resources, you don’t

see this is where the conspiracy theory conversations become a bit funny, because Emily is completely right, they are about amplification of fear, doubt etc. Also they help reconcile with events that we can’t make logical sense of. It’s honestly an incredibly human thing to do and they have always been around, they are not new.

That said when you introduce shit like the FBI or the CIA a lot of things that used to be “conspiracy theories” have since been reveled to have been true 💀 so people being distrustful towards these organizations are not that unreasonable when you think about it. And even in-universe the BAU has done shady shit? So.

“babe” xdxd okay so maybe Jade is dying. They have built her up to be sympathetic but they are slowly losing that angle narratively? Slowly tho

oh? is that how we’ll get to the bottom of BAUgate?

“Jenny”. can JJ slap him, just once?

the way everyone is so done with him

sometimes I do like Tyler

bit of a CGI house there lol

not Garcia psyching him out

chocolate thunder

oh, Oh?

“I put you in” I?. I??

oh my god. no. that’s vile. even within an already vile context. people have been pointing out the similarities but jesus christ

okay Emily is doing talk no jutsu about Doug

told you she does feel responsible

oooh. oh.

where do people buy so much C4

(hypothetically of course)

yeah I mean obviously not going to happen. But I get the plan there

also the team either knows that’s the endgame of they are just being very optimistic about Emily still being alive lol

of course it’s a trap. Was that really such a big revelation Dave xd

“who think we are the enemy” Tara. Babe. You kind of are to them xd

okay maybe they will survive this. Or Pete might. Jade could still kill herself. Or each other.

yeah she knows 😭

Radiohead?

passive aggressive action report

thank you for calling him out on this

no I still don’t trust Clark Gregg

is Emily going to low key blackmail the Director xd that would be very stupid. And also incredibly in character

yeah they have pretty much said it before that Tyler would be the “next generation”

“Hooray you’re alive” xd

Rebecca just got a haircut? She looks nice. But how much time had passed then.  

“the shoes” 💀 that’s so fair

oh his “ghost” just standing in the bg

okay so he either escapes, in which case the showrunners completely lied about leaving him behind in S18 lol or he dies. Maybe he gets shanked. A girl can dream

I was joking xdxdxdx 💀

uff not the bleach

oh my god he really got shanked. holy shit

I mean yes thank you

but holy shit

so we have zero idea on what happens in S18. Zero. that’s nice.

Okay, closing thoughts. It was a good episode, but a bit underwhelming on the conspiracy side of things? And as a finale? I mean they kept saying how it’s “bigger than we thought” but it really wasn’t? Also it kind of takes away from the suspense that we know none of these characters are ever dying lol But ultimately it did close off loose ends. But I really would have appreciated some implication that Voit was killed on someone’s orders to continue some kind of a plot thread? Realistically the writers probably haven’t decided on that yet lol Did like that we acknowledged that the Gold Star kids were victims but…at the end of the day who was the perpetrator?

No, I still don’t trust Clark Gregg. Also can we get back to Emily having a sister what is that about

[bugpoasting]

ok so:

first off disclaimer: i don’t believe in canonical/only One headcanon so if u have other ideas i am absolutely happy to play in that space as well!!! please please please share any other ideas that you might have i would looooove to hear em. and ur familiar with my brand of girl!aus as well (tldr: dont think too hard about it, this is just a fun Sandbox to explore diff dynamics hehe)

anyways so. instead of being a full-bend, i actually see the monkees having a 50/50 girl-guy split, because while the beatles did make it big in america and around the world as four girl band, the bigwig exec is like, okay it worked for them because they’re the beatles, will the American public accept that?? are they ready for that??? no. so they split down the middle: davy and mike are the guys, and peter and micky are the girls 

(author’s note: while i do have the lore answer personally it’s just because a) davy’s schtick only hits if hes a manlet sorry 😭 and b) similarly the specific neuroticism i wanna explore w/ mike is made more fun if he’s a dude. rip)

ok so. their backgrounds are all fairly unchanged. micky’s still a child actor (circus girl?), similar personality, etc. i think that one semi-change to canon is that at first the studio exec felt a little ehhh at micky doing a lot of her physical comedy gags/getting really goofy with it because like “guys can be weird but girls are gross/unattractive when they do the same….” but pretty quickly let up on that sentiment because she is that damn funny. idk unfortunately i dont have many micky-related Girl brainworms atm but i will keep on cultivating them. I do loooove the image her with those long wild curls tho!!!!!

that being said. imagine the fairy tale castle and evil castle meme because that is. the experiences of girl micky and girl peter like i will be honest it is sooooooo bad for her. so yeah, same as irl, she gets cast as the dumb character but it takes on a muuuuch worse misogynistic slant (like, instead of being The Dummy, it’s her being The Ditz and a dumb blonde hippie etc. etc.) and it eats at her. she follows a similar arc i’d say to irl peter during the monkees period (being ok with being the butt of the joke for the laughs at the start, but getting more and more upset because it’s how the Entire World sees her now, losing her credibility as a musician when that was the world where she cut her teeth in, navigating this super shitty situation as a woman and as a neurodivergent person—its incredibly difficult!!!) 

ok changing tune a little bit but one company line for the show is that they’re explicitly banned from having them depicted as interacting romantically (maybe to keep the hijinks family-friendly? to keep the storylines open?) so like idk it’s a genuinely progressive and wholesome depiction of a mixed-gender friend group that all love each other equally but also on the other hand. they were fawkin behind the scenes. 

which is where i get to the fun stuff. and also sorry beloved mutuals but you are going to see now that i do love a tasteful m/f i am so sorry for my sins. anyways. as a relatively new fan i’ve noticed that there’s a jork and a torksmith meta and as a Make My Blorbo As Miserable As Possible enjoyer: i’m going to mash em together. ok so despite there being a blanket dating ban between the four of them because This Is A Money Making Vehicle You Were Assembled To Be A Product and We Cant Have You Fucking That Up With Your Stupid Feelings And Personal Lives. and they’re really harsh on micky and peter in particular because dudes can be sluts it’s called being a rockstar but Not Women we’re not there yet. but of course the general psychological terrorism they experience traumabonds them together and inappropriate workplace attachments Do abound. so first off early on peter has a crush on davy (as. is canon irl) and davy also likes her back but its early enough that they’re actually still scared of studio backlash so they never act on it but its. really fucking cute!!! just like two fumbling teenagers/young adults type adorable. awkward not-dates, making excuses to sit next to each other and spend time together and so forth!!!! but they do get frightened into dropping it and sublimating that All by the fear of backlash/cancellation/fucking everything up right when they’re hitting big but it is agony. but also it’ll pass as all things do. or so they say

which leads me to phase 2 aka torksmith aka hell hell hell. i dont have the best grasp on timeline yet but i say that it first happens around their first tour (so 1966-67, they’re all incredibly stressed and overworked and unhappy about their lack of control over their public images and the manufactured nature of their existence, etc). right off the bat peter and mike have a built-in solidarity as the Real Musicians/Non-Actors of the group and as the older ones. and like.

okay i need to shift into mike mode for a second. the biggest difference between irl mike and this ‘verse mike is that the universal constraints (homophobia) that would have prevented him from acknowledging or acting on his attraction to peter are gone so like. it is a definite universal fact that as mike was incredibly into peter from the very start. However, he also was very much Married With A Kid. this is where the hell starts. so the quote i keep on coming back to is from —“he couldn’t fit a whole woman in his head” from succ and that’s kind of the vibe im going for here. as a bozo kid raised in a misogynistic society, women To Him are either just Mothers or Wives and exist within these boxes and any other one outside of them don’t matter to him (he’ll fuck them, cheat on his wife with them. but they aren’t Real you know. even micky isn’t real to an extent because she’s Goofy and he doesn’t want to fuck her). but peter. she’s Everything he doesn’t expect a woman to be and just blows his mind from the start. she’s so incredibly intelligent and talented and can Hang with the men in the room and more, she’s so kind and vulnerable yet whip-smart and strong. bisexual (ahem). a better pure musician than the four of them combined, is connected to the Real music scene to an extent none of them were, and just the furthest thing from A Wife or a Mother or a random meaningless Other Woman but rather this singular bright burning presence seared into his retinas. has big massive huge brown eyes that make you want to drown in them and sadtragicvulnerabledoomed smile. its been so over for mike since the start its sooooo over for him. they fuck that one night during the tour in an exhaustion/alcohol/drug/fear/misery fueled hook up and continue to do it pretty consistently through the rest of the band’s existence. this devastates davy. it is also quite miserable to the two parties involved. for once mike actually feels guilty cheating on his wife Because peter is a Real Person and he has Real Genuine feelings for her and he’s miserable in that regard, the asinine nature of playing house with the wife you married too young feeling grating when you could have been Exploring Consciousness or whatever those damn hippies are doing (could he ever have been the person that peter deserved? could they have actually worked Without the apparatus of the monkees around them? the real answer is No but he doesn’t know that yet). whereas on peter’s side she also just feels miserable though all of this LOL because of the cheating (she lived with them and their kid she’s an awful evil person for homewrecking, sure she can turn a blind eye to mike’s endless infidelities because that’s not her fault but this really directly fucking is!!! and she’d like to think that she’s a good person and trying to contribute Good to the world and this is definitely Not Fucking Good!!!). and to make it worse mike is also awful to her Because he takes out his own anger at himself for his feelings and this situation on her. And she can tell that davy’s also really fucking upset as well but choosing not to open up to her about it because that ship has long sailed. PLUS the later studio disagreements where it’s later revealed that despite them actually being able to wrest musical freedom and Winning their fight, they really are not. that compatible as a real musical group it turns out. they clash over the music, the movie, the money, etc. and its bad. god i even more get in this universe why peter bought her way out of the band despite the insane cost. hell environment hell environment. idek if the love was there but it sure as hell did not save anything. can you count a trauma bond as love?

uhhh other miscellaneous worldbuilding details:

imagined the fairy tale episode but with BOTH peter and michael doing drag and ough I Think I Hauve Covid. they do fuck about it in a genderweird way after And michael does project his self-loathing/repression onto peter for being the Representative of this subversive desire and how bad he really wants it. misery wins once again. hell couple

i will be honest i havent ventured As Far into the laurel canyon group lore yet so i wont make any definitive statements abt them but peter is still very much enmeshed in that group here too

beatles girl!au related: peter and george do fuck that one time. also mike also sleeps with john during the DITL music video filming. if timelines are correct i do believe john has met yoko and is incredibly intrigued by her by then but has not yet consummated things (aka still in her #straight era but definitely questioning things). it’s kind of weird and michael is insanely starstruck the whole time. it also does solidify the fact to Him that he is insanely into girls who are strange and offputting. he is not happy about this. 

ok that’s all of what i have so far!!!! feel free to add on/spitball/brainstorm/throw rocks at me if you think it’s inaccurate (full disclosure i dont think i have a Super Perfect grasp of the monkees lore/dynamics yet so i def probably got some things wrong + the abby misery buff makes All situations 500% more sad and awful even if it may not be as character-accurate. sorry it comes with the brain (mine))!!!!! i love collaboration and Talking and discussing aus and hedacanons hit me uppppppp

Hey @bugpoasting do you have any thoughts on girl Monkees in the Sheatles universe

[gayerthanevertbh]

Illicit Affairs - Part 5

A/N: so sorry for not updating, and this part seems too short. I’ll do my best to make them longer :)

Summary: You and she both agreed that it was just a whole “Friends with Benefits” some type of thing until you fall for her. You fall so deep that it hurts you to see her being in love with someone else.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight angst

Word Count: 2.6k

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“Once?” You mentioned with a vague hurt in your tone, her eyes immediately soften towards you. She shakes her head slowly and reaches for your hand that it couldn’t seem to lift itself up. You shook away from the woman and Natasha was taken back by your action. You didn’t want to be held by her right now, you don’t even want to look at her, you felt embarrassed even.

“Y/N, let me explain please–”

“I don’t need your explanation, you’ve said enough,” You muttered and turned away from the woman, walking away as if nothing happened. She reaches for you and you try to grasp away from her touch, although she was too strong.

“You have to let me explain or we could never work this out,” Natasha begged and puts both of her hands on your upper arm tightly – but not to the point it would hurt you, she knows her limits when it comes to that. “Y/N, I don’t know how to explain this to you but if you could give me–”

“Y/N! Your boss is calling you,” My friend from work, Peter, who is standing meters away from me and is looking at me with terrified eyes. Yes, it is Peter Parker that you’ve met at your house. You and him both work together.

“Okay, I’ll be there,” You quickly responded and reattract your wrist away from her touch, looking at her with an apologetic look. She nods, understanding that you needed to go.

Before you walked away, you whispered: “You know, I always wanted you to pick me. But I wasn’t the first choice, was I?” Soon enough, you left. You didn’t want to see the reaction that has plastered all over the woman’s face; you couldn’t bare it. Maybe you’re just a pussy, and you are.

Natasha drove back home in the middle of the daytime where she couldn’t understand how she was hurting two people at the same time. She realized deeply that she was a jerk, especially towards you since you were her best friend. Natasha sighs angrily to herself and bangs her head against the steering wheel, hard. Can she just sleep this off?

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Natasha’s POV.

I am the bad guy in the situation. Hurting Y/N was the last thing I could do yet I have the capability of doing that to her. It makes my entire body tense and start to question myself for it. Most especially, here comes the big jump, I don’t love Wanda. It was probably the chase that absolutely thrilled me, I loved it. And with Y/N, there was no chase. The natural feeling just came through and I didn’t have to work for it. Although I was too late to realize that.

I called Wanda on the phone if she could meet up with me at the Cafe along Walnut Street and 30 minutes later, she came without me noticing it. She sat down across from me and ordered an Americano while I got myself a latte almost an hour ago. My hands were trembling in fear, my head is spinning, and my whole body can’t even fucking function because I’m about to do what was only the right thing to do.

I didn’t want to hurt Wanda too.

“What’s wrong?” Her Sokovian accent was harsh enough as the way she looks at me with her dead eyes. I tightened my throat and drank my latte to keep me hydrated which I think it’s barely working.

“Wanda, I called you here because you need to know something.”

I watch her as she leans back on her chair, her arms were quite relaxed on the table, and said: “Go on, sweetheart. What happened?”

I took a deep breath and responded: “I don’t think I love you the way you’re supposed to be loved, and I am so deeply sorry for doing this to you because you don’t deserve it. What you deserve is my honesty, and I’m being honest–”

“So like what you fucking used me?”

“I never used you,” I said with a gentle tone and look at her with sincerity because that’s what I can offer and she needs to know how deeply sorry I was. “I never did. I thought I had feelings for you, I did, but I … I don’t love you, Wanda. And I am so so sorry.”

I feel ashamed of what I’ve said now and possibly do regret it, but she deserves to know. Wanda’s facial expression changed into this kind of indescribable but it shows a lot of sadness. Her eyebrows twitched and smirks but it faltered so quick. I was a terrible person after doing this.

“You’re an ass.”

“I know I am,” I nodded in agreement.

“But thank you for also being honest with me about it,” She mentioned but continued: “But you’re an asshole, Nat. You don’t do that ever again.”

“You deserve so much better Wanda,” I responded with a sincere look in my eyes that speaks louder than my words. “You deserve everything. But, I can’t get myself to fall in love with you.”

Wanda looks at me with her daring dark eyes as she slacks back on the chair. Then, she squints her eyebrows together and shakes her head – not in a frantic way.

“Is this about Y/N?”

Shocking, you interjected: “No, I don’t–”

“It is,” She cuts me off cooly while she plays with her fingernails, looking up and down at me as if she’s judging everything I wear. “It’s always been her. You’re just an awful fucking bitch to not even realize how that woman is in love with you. I’m partially am not dumb, Natasha.”

My lips turned pale as I took in the words that she has called me. An asshole, a pure fucking asshole I was. Boy, I can’t even get into a stable relationship. I watch her movements as she stands up from her chair, places a 20 dollar bill on the table harshly, and walked away. Everyone stared at the scene and I just sat there with my head down. Satan should really save a seat for me. I was a despicable human being with no morals.

But confessing to her made my heart a little lighter.

Chasing Y/N wasn’t going to be the best solution at the moment, and I realized that this time I need to make this right once and for all. Although what disheartens me is that Yelena, my sister, is into my best friend. My Y/N. I’m not sure if it angers me, but it does annoy me a little bit. This is going to be a lot slower than I thought it was.

But letting myself fall in love deeply with her is a natural thing to do.

I have to let it happen by time.

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It was a Friday night and you were getting for your date with Yelena which was only at home. You do want to look presentable and pretty for her, that’s the only thing that mattered at the moment. As you were the lightest pinkish lipstick, you hear a soft knock on your door.

“Come in!” You yelled. Kate closes the door behind her and slowly smirks at you in a playful matter.

“Are you ready for your date with the sexiest assassin ever?!”

“God you are such a freak,” You joked and she playfully hits your arm, hugging you from behind that seeming to comfort you and you opened it warmly.

Happily, you mentioned: “You know what’s funny?”

“What?”

“I’m dating my best friend’s sister,” You laughed to yourself as you watch your expression in the mirror in front of you. You notice how well detailed the lipstick was on your lip and how your eyelashes sparkled with beauty. “And isn’t that shady?”

She chuckles back, shaking you a little. “Who cares? You deserved to be loved now.”

And she was pretty damn right about that. A few minutes later, Yelena was waiting at the dining table where Kate prepared us some exquisite food, as she would like to say. Although you won’t indulge your judgment to her since you haven’t even tasted the food.

When you walked to the area, Yelena has this apologetic look in her eyes and instantly took a few steps toward you, holding out your hand gently.

“I can’t stay long here,” She says. “I have to go back to Russia with … many things that it’s hard to talk about. I have to stop this, whatever is between us, I’m sorry. I have to go.” Not even a full minute she rushes out of your house without even noticing how pretty you looked. A compliment or an appreciation would’ve been nice.

Kate looks hurt for you and pats you softly on the back, whispering: “I’m so sorry, Y/N–”

“I’m convinced this is some sisterly thing doing,” You cut her off while grinding your teeth together silently. “I am definitely not capable of being loved by someone.”

That night, you cried yourself to sleep; fully regretting everything that has happened in your life. And you thought to yourself, you needed Natasha. You need yourself to be in her arms. You miss her.

But you can’t see how embarrassed you feel toward her.

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“Yelena, that was such an ass thing to do!” Natasha scolded and motioned her hands up in the air, wavering it. “I mean, this is Y/N we are talking about. Why the fuck would you–”

“It’s not that easy, okay? Plus, I don’t even like her much. So, she’ll forget what happened honestly,” The younger sister grumbled under her breath as she throws clothes inside the duffle bag with rumbling sounds coming through from it. If Natasha was in Yelena’s position, she would’ve given you a proper goodbye. A kiss that would mean everything and a touch that will never waver away. She knows how to treat you just right.

Of course, she does.

“Even though you like or don’t like her, people can still be hurt by your actions.”

“You’re acting like you’re in love with her,” Yelena interjected with a dark chuckle.

“Maybe I am!”

This is what made the younger sibling turn and look at her older person with widened eyes. She’s in disbelief that Natasha said that out loud, and from the looks – Natasha’s face got so pale that it looked like she was about to vomit. But, the woman shakes her head and continued: “Maybe I am. Maybe I am in love with her, and that’s why I would never leave her like that. If you like her, chase her right now. But if you won’t, she’s mine.”

Yelena looks away and smiled to herself. Then, she continues packing up her duffle bag. She replied: “I always knew you were so in love with her, it explains a lot why you’re so protective.”

Maybe I wasn’t so good at hiding my feelings toward her. Natasha thought to herself and sighed. She sat back down on the small couch that was inside her bedroom and her thoughts ran through you. You were a dangerous person for her because she knows how deep she could get into this kind of situation. Falling in love with you was something she never planned on doing, but then the stupidity she felt at how she never saw the signs that you gave to her. The signs were everywhere. She was just fucking blind.

“I’m not mad or anything, but if you’re in love with her then fight for it. Let’s hope that she loves you back.”

This gave sense to the older assassin as she felt a smile that crept on her face – not in a creepy way – but in an adoring way. Natasha replied solemnly, “I think I am in love with her, I guess it was too late for me to realize. Maybe Y/N doesn’t even love me that way anymore considering she wants to see someone else. I don’t want to interfere, I just want her to be the happiest she can be.”

“And maybe she can get that from you,” Yelena responded while glancing at her sister, giving her a friendly wink. Natasha gave her a tight lip smile and nodded to herself. She’s definitely going to find a way to get back to you. Somehow. Maybe not today, but soon.

The thing about Natasha is that she hates being vocal with her feelings. But when it comes to you, it’s highly different for her. It’s probably because the woman is very comfortable with you that she can say anything that’s on her mind. But what’s differencing from that is that her feelings are now involved. And, that could be bad for the assassin. Or good. We don’t know.

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Natasha (12:09 am): You up?

While you were watching a film on your phone, you see Natasha’s message popping up and suddenly your body got tensed; even though it was such a simple message. Hurriedly, you replied back:

You: yeah, why?

Natasha: I heard what happened with Yelena. I’m sorry, she shouldn’t have done that to you. She just left a few hours ago.

You scoffed to her or to Yelena or maybe to yourself, but at this point, you don’t care anymore. You aren’t being so logical either so you replied with the most pathetic message that you’ve ever sent to a person.

You: i just want someone to love me, tasha. i want someone to actually love me, truly.

Natasha: I know. And don’t worry, someone will come up at your door and tell you how much they love you. Someone will treat you right, you’ll see. One night you’re just watching Suits and suddenly, a doorbell rang in your house and you rush to the door and there they are, that person for you. They’ll grab your cheeks and kiss you passionately, confessing how much they love you. And then, they’ll hold your hand, almost as if they’re scared to hurt you, and kiss it while whispering they love you. Someone will do that, I promise.

You sniffed as you read the long paragraph she sent and it made your heart lighter. She was so good with her words, Natasha knew how to calm you down. But what’s different is that it looked so … real. That message felt too real and you thought to yourself, Is she in love with me?

Of course, you shrugged off the thought. But it’s there, it’s creeping inside of you and it cannot come out. You let out a shaky breath and slowly typed on the screen, hitting send.

You: the message you sent, it feels too real.

You can imagine Natasha chuckling right now, her cheeks reaching up to her eyes. You admire her laugh a lot, it’s like serotonin for you. Not even a minute, she texted back.

Natasha: Yeah?

You: yes.

Natasha: I want us to talk tomorrow, meet me at the coffee shop you’re working at? I’m hoping I don’t see that man anymore, he deserves nothing.

Now it was your turn to laugh, feeling the miserable pain maneuvring away from your lifeless body that is slowly becoming lighter.

You: god, i hope not. thank you by the way, for protecting me.

Natasha: Anything for you, malyshka.

You: you’re cute.

Natasha: And you’re incredibly beautiful.

You smiled for one last time and put back your phone on the nightstand, pulling up the covers to your chest as you slept through an awful night.

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Natasha’s POV.

I am dangerously, completely, madly, obsessively, naturally, in love with her. That was a lot of adverbs through my description but I’m not exaggerating either. I never thought to be in this position where I want to be with Y/N so much that it hurts to my core, it’s crazy enough for me even think about her being with someone else. My whole life, I thought I was a broken woman who thought that they were never capable of loving someone. I realized that with Wanda, it was the chase and the thrill that made me possessively involved.

With Y/N, my god, it’s just different.

Everything felt so natural and real this time.

I wore my long light brown lapel buttons pocket coat and shades to cover my eyes. As soon as I walked out of my apartment, it was now and never. Either I have Y/N or not. But, if not both, I’ll always love her.

I’ll love her from afar.

For as long as I can.

[takenbyheartstrings]

ONE BED

summary: Its the one bed trope, but you and peter don't like each other and the avengers are determined to change that, so they set you and peter up for what could be success or what could be failure.

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader.

warnings: angst (not really)???, fluff, swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of masturbation, and finally SMUT.

authors note: sorry if this is a little cringworthy, it's 12am and i am tired.

Natasha walked into the kitchen of the Avengers Compound, heaving a large breath, letting out a sigh catching Tony, Bucky, Steve, Wanda and Bruce's attention.

"What was that for?" Steve questioned as he noticed Natasha's somewhat annoyed appearance.

She shrugs, "They hate each other, they hate each other and I wanna know why."

Bucky laughs, "Not this shit again."

"Yes this shit again, Y/n and Peter clearly like each other, but I don't know why they have it in for each other."

"Or maybe they just don't like each other, that's possible Nat." Bucky lets a little glare.

Tony's voice perks up, "Uhhhh, I don't know about that. They always catch second glances at each other, when the other's not looking. It's cute." Tony couldn't believe he was talking about two eighteen year olds, but you two clearly liked each other.

Bruce let out a hum, "How about, we force them into a situation where they can't escape each other. We have to go down to Washington in a few days for the new training facility, so it's the perfect cover anyway. Instead of bunking Peter with Sam and Bucky, maybe we can bunk him in with Y/n."

Natasha and Wanda nod, "That's not a totally bad idea," Wanda tries not to grin; she's seen the way the two of you pine over each other like lovesick puppies. It really was cute.

"So we're just gonna ignore the fact that this is against their will and they might hate each other more than before and you guys are willing to place on the fence based on a hunch." Bucky speaks rationally, "Besides, the kid scares easily, you'll just be taking away the fun from Sam and I."

Everyone in the room trades a glance and then looks back at him, "Yeah." They all spoke at once.

It was settled. This little side mission was happening.

You sighed as you made your way into the conference room, the mission in Washington was a big one for you - and for Peter. But you needed to be prepared for anything, but nothing could prepare you for the news you were about to hear.

"Alright, I've got our roommates for the trip ready." Tony stated as he started listing off names, you were confused as to why you weren't with Wanda like usual. "Okay and Y/N and Peter."

"WAIT WHAT?" You almost screamed standing up.

"I can't be that bad. Can I?" Peter's lip quirked into a smirk.

You rolled your eyes as they turned a shade of red at his annoyance, "Well you clearly can."

"Don't get all glitter eyes on me." Peter chuckles, as Bucky can't help but snicker, your head snaps toward him as he then backs off.

Steve puts a hand your arm and he beckons you to sit down. You do so trying to calm down.

"Hey look," Tony sighs, "Sorry kids, but that's just how it is. Two people per room and you guys just happened to be last pick."

Peter sighs, "Whatever, the sooner we get it over with the better." He rolls his eyes walking out of the room. You followed but before leaving, you used your powers to lift Tony's coffee cup and spill it on his lap.

"Real mature!" He calls after you.

"I'm eighteen, get over it!" You yelled back before going to your room and slamming the door behind you.

Everyone was right, you did have a crush on Peter. You really liked him. But you were also so jealous of him. You were jealous of his smarts, his looks. Practically everything about the boy.

So much so, that you fantasised about him. You touched yourself thinking about him - and so did he. You both liked each other, but it was so hard to admit it because you were both jealous of each other, for the same reasons. You honestly didn't know how you were going to get through the night with Peter in the same room as you. You didn't know if it was going to be a paradise or a nightmare.

The next night you got to the hotel, "All right guys, time to get settled in, we have a big day of training tomorrow. Go get rested, goodnight." He waves walking off with his key. Sam and Bucky take theirs, Bruce and Steve take theirs, Nat and Wanda take theirs and You and Peter are left standing there.

"Look I'm too tired to argue, so can we just... not?" You questioned Peter.

"That's fair," He gives an awkward smile, "Since you start them all," He mutters under his breath, quiet enough so that you don't hear it.

You both made it up to the room to be met with a sight, "Wow. One bed, like this could get any worse." You sighed.

"Really. Truely can't. I thought to myself 'Nothing's worse than having to share a room with you,' but now there's one bed and I'm not giving it up."

"Well neither am I, guess we'll share." You give a harsh glare. You set your duffle bag down next to the left side of the bed and grabbed your pyjamas and made your way to the bathroom, it was a pair of shorts and a tank top. You were so reluctant to wear a bra. But you were nervous considering that Peter was in the other room. You opted not to deciding it wasn't worth the pain.

You walked out of the bathroom and Peter met eyes with you, lingering over your body, he loved looking at every part of you, the way your nipples came through your shirt and how perfect your tits were. How perfect your thighs were. How beautiful you looked. He didn't say anything but the room was filled with a tense silence. Peter walked into the bathroom and changed, he walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of plaid pants. Your eyes made contact with his biceps, his abs. You never realised how strong Peter actually was, you always fantasised about him like this but your fantasy was now a reality. You swore you could feel yourself getting a little wet, just thinking about what Peter could do to you.

You sighed getting into the covers at Peter did the same, the two of you were lying back to back with a large chunk of space between the two of you. You let out a little sigh, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you had announced.

"Alright," Peter said timidly, letting you know he was awake.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, splashing yourself with cold water. You knew you shouldn't feel this way. Not now. Why now? Why when he was here? You splashed yourself in the face one last time before opening the door and you met Peter's eyes.

"Peter I-," You started.

"I like you." Peter said nonchalantly.

"I-I like you too."

It was quick, but finally Peter's lips landed on yours and never left. You were actually the one to deepen the kiss. You felt Peters tongue slide into your mouth in one swift movement. His hands trailed up your shirt as you were pinned against a wall, he could feel your tits get hard as a chill went down your spine from the touch of his cold hands. Breaking the kiss for a moment - he lifted your shirt over your head as he started trailing kisses down your neck, you let out a heavy moan. Peter smirked against the kisses, as he trailed further down your body, licking and sucking on your nipples, his tongue making circles around them.

"Fuck, Peter." You groaned softly as the two of you then moved to the bed, you could see a bulge in Peter's pants. You slid them down as you were met with his dick, a smirk took place on your face as he sat back against the headboard.

You decided to have your way with Peter, kissing and sucking on his tip. Until you finally placed your whole mouth around it, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. You took your mouth off of it before wrapping your hand around it and slapping it onto your tongue. You could hear Peter groan heavily, "Fuck, Y/n, just like that." His words came out as hot flashes as you moved your hand up and down his dick, rubbing it.

You couldn't take it anymore, you wanted to feel Peter. You moved up to kiss him again, but before you could Peter looked at you, “Every time you made me angry I fantasised about the things I would do to you and now I finally get to do them," He smirked.

You couldn't say anything else, you just let the moment get a hold of you. You kissed him again and it was like you could feel the electricity sparking in the air between the two of you. His kisses were hungry and desperate and sweet. You were lucky to be in his arms tonight, you were lucky to be fucked by someone like him. Someone caring. Someone genuinely sweet. Even if you hadn't seen what that side of him was even like, you knew he was.

You felt your breath hitch against the air as Peter removed your shorts, and yet he could see the patch of wetness on your underwear. You swore you could hear him get hungry at the sight, Peter didn't say anything, but he removed the garment blocking him from all of you. You were naked in front of him and he was loving every minute of it. His tongue entered your pussy as he sucked and licked your clit, moving his tongue up and down your pussy. He was hungry for you and only you.

Peter finally looked up at you as you moaned softly, your back arching a little as he pleased you with his tongue, "Peter I want you, please." You said desperately.

"As you wish," Peter said huskily as he slid his dick into your wet hole and boy did that hit the spot. Sliding in and out of you, every single moan was like a godsend, like music to hears ears. You were shaking under him.

"Peter you can go rougher than that," You spoke through a strained moan and Peter could. Your bodies flowed together, the mattress moving underneath the two of you, slamming the headboard with every thrust. Each moan that came out of your mouth got higher and higher, letting Peter know you were almost at your edge. Peter continued to move in and out of you.

"Fuck Pete, I'm almost there," You whimpered softly, "Fuck!"

He smirked against you, pulling out his dick and replacing it with his mouth. His tongue moved in and out just like his whole body had and you finally reached your peak.

"FUCK PETE!" You moaned once more as your body finally relaxed.

You took a hold of Peter's dick and started rubbing it again, he moaned quietly, "Fuck, yeah, just like that, that's my girl." Peter murmured. You smirked before placing your mouth over his cock and moving your head up and down once more, wrapping your hand around it while you also moved your head.

"Fuck that's it, that's it." Peter groaned, "Fuck Y/n, I'm gonna cum." Peter said as you moved your head faster and faster, ready to take on his load and that's when you could finally feel it, the sticky, white liquid in your mouth as you let it dribble back onto his cock, before licking it off his tip and letting it fall again, tasting the excess that was left in your mouth.

You let yourself fall back next to Peter as you got back underneath the covers with him, your naked bodies lying together intertwined.

"You have no idea how much I've thought about doing that with you," You laughed quietly, "I always hated you because you're everything I'm not Peter, but I was too quick to judge. I was wrong, wrong about most of it, almost all of it."

"Me too, Y/n, me too. I always wanted to be like you, but I see now that we have our differences and that's okay, but now we can work on that. Together." Peter spoke.

"Does that mean," You smiled against his chest.

"Yeah, it does."

"Well in that case, I really liked it when you said I was your girl," You smiled up at him, "That was really hot."

The two of you ended up falling asleep, in each others arms, feeling nothing but happiness. The two of you knew now that there was no reason to hate each other. There was no reason you couldn't be with each other.

The next morning you slid on a training bra and tights, reading for the day of training Tony had told all of you to get rest for, "Well don't you look good." Peter said wrapping his arms around your waist placing a kiss on your lips.

"I could say the same for you," You said feeling the biceps that were exposed because of his muscle tee. You and Peter walked down to the lobby with his arm wrapped around you, the rest of the group looked at the two of you surprised.

"You two look cosy," Wanda smiled.

Bucky batted an eye for a moment surprised that the plan the group had set out actually worked, "Wow, yeah, you guys do, what happened?"

"Oh we just talked, and we just confessed our feelings and now we're together." Peter explained.

Natasha let a painful look shine through, "You sure you guys just talked, it's not like the walls are soundproof."

The two of you blushed, "I- we- you- heard- what?" You were flustered you didn't know what to say. Peter just stood there in shock.

The rest of the group laughed walking off, "C'mon guys, the facility is ready for us, might as well make the best of it," Tony chuckled walking off as the rest of you followed, Peter placing a kiss on your head as you did.

[messers-moony]

Moony Wants, Moony Gets | R.L

Paring: Young!Remus Lupin X Slytherin!Fem!Reader

Summary: Moony has a natural wanting for his mate making his possessiveness visible the closer it gets to the full moon. 

He was always jealous. Blame it on the wolf in him, if you will, but Remus Lupin was highly possessive. Especially over what’s his - maybe not even what’s his but what he wants. She was gorgeous and his perfect mate—long tuffs of h/c hair and gleaming e/c eyes that glittered in the limelight. There was one problem with her, though—one major flaw in her mess of perfection. 

Y/n L/n, cunning, ambitious, resourceful, and charismatic. 

That was the problem. Y/n was a Slytherin, and Remus was a half-blood Gryffindor. To make matters worse, her closest friend was Regulus Black - Sirius Blacks brother. Remus’ best friend's brother. But Remus couldn’t help it. Her voice was like a siren's call, and her beauty was a rival to Aphrodite, but she had the wisdom of Athena. Y/n was a perfect balance of everything. 

Closer to the full moon, his possessiveness became more of a problem. Sirius was noticing the low growl that would erupt from Remus whenever someone stepped close to Y/n. James saw the lingering glares left on any male within a six feet distance of her. Even Peter observed his green eyes turn a shade darker as if someone mixed black paint into his usually bright eyes. 

Y/n sat at the Slytherin table, a cup of coffee beside her as she spoke intently with Regulus. Meanwhile, a Gryffindor across the Great Hall was glaring daggers at the younger Black brother's head. Sirius nudged him, grabbing his attention. 

“Mate, you’re growling again.” Sirius whispered, and Remus’ cheeks turned pink, “Am not.”

James gave an unconvincing grin, “Mhm, totally.”

“I was not growling.”

“I think you were.” James replied, “Definitely was.” Sirius added. 

Remus sighed, pushing his plate away to lay his head on the table, “What’s got Moony all wound up?” James queried, Remus, deadpanned looking at the laughing girl across the room. 

“I think I know.” Sirius simpered, “Do you now? Don’t be a tosser.” James stated teasingly. 

“Turn around. Slytherin, talking with Reggie.” 

He turned and looked back at Remus with his jaw dropped, “No- fucking- way.”

“What?”

“She’s the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, you tosser!” 

“Oh…”

James snorted, “Yeah, oh.”

“Looks like Moony found his mate.” Sirius winked, and Remus groaned, “Shut up about it, will you?”

“Never.” 

It felt weird. James wouldn’t shut up about how brilliant Y/n was, how the Slytherin’s Quidditch team was able to make plays that no one else would’ve even thought about. Sirius wouldn’t stop offering to talk to Regulus to see if maybe he had any intel on her. Strangely enough, Peter was silent but had a guilty look on his face. Guilty sufficient for Remus to comment. 

“Why do you look guilty, Wormtail?” Remus inquired, and Peter's cheeks flushed pink, “She- Y/n isn’t- um….” 

“What do you know that we don’t, Peter?” Sirius queried, his voice harsh, “She isn’t what you think. That’s all I’m saying.” Peter stammered out nervously. 

James tilted his head at the blue-eyed boy, “And you know this how?” 

“She’s my ex-girlfriend.”

“Woah! Hold on a second!” Sirius exclaimed in shock, “When did this happen?!”

“Back in fourth year.” Peter informed, “She seemed nice enough until you start to get serious with her. Y/n’s sharp-tongued and extremely ill-tempered.” 

Sirius sniggered, “Sounds like Moony.”

“Oi!”

“Sorry!”

“So, what does this mean for Remus?” James questioned further, “It doesn’t mean anything. Just be careful. I don’t care if you date her. Means nothing to me.” Peter replied, putting his hands up in innocent. 

Remus stared at Peter with curiosity swirling. How much did he truly know about Y/n? How did he manage to date her? Nonetheless, it didn’t mean anything to Remus because Moony wanted her. What Moony wants is what Moony gets. Later that evening, after prefect patrol, he padded into the library to dismiss any working students. But there were only two students inside. They sat in a secluded corner of the library. Regulus Black and Y/n L/n. 

Was it envy? Was it jealousy? He didn’t have time to ponder. Y/n had her head laid on Regulus’ shoulder and both her arms wrapped around his one arm. Regulus had leaned his head on top of hers, wavy black hair intertwined with her h/c hair. Both their eyes were closed, apparent they were asleep—potion and Transfiguration books placed on top of the wooden table along with an open sketchbook. 

What was he supposed to do in this situation? Wake them up? If it was just Y/n, perhaps he could’ve, but Regulus was with her, and Regulus wasn’t too fond of Remus for being friends with his older brother. Madam Pince had already left for the night, either choosing not to disturb them or didn’t notice them. Remus saw the inkpot beside the Potions book, almost empty. It was Y/n’s inkpot because the ink wasn’t black. It was a deep grape color. 

Remus sighed and grabbed the ink from his bag, charming it the same color. Discretely he took hers and swapped it out with his. Leaving a piece of parchment on top. Remus left the library without another word. Waking them up was a risk he’d rather not take. But now, he laid in his bed wondering how she’d feel about the new ink on the table. 

The sun began to rise, and Y/n’s body felt stiff. Carefully she began to stir awake after noticing a body beside her. Opening her eyes, everything seemed blurry, but after blinking a few times, she recognized the library books and the person's scent beside her. Regulus, her best friend. Y/n yawned and pulled away from him, about to begin packing their belongings, but she noticed a piece of parchment that lay on top of her ink. 

“Noticed you were out. You can have mine.“ 

Y/n hummed appreciatively. She didn’t know who gave her their ink, but she was eternally grateful for them saving her a trip to Hogsmeade. Y/n poked at Regulus’ right side, and he eventually stirred awake. His curls disheveled and his body just as stiff as she was. Regulus opened his eyes and met her e/c ones. 

“Did we fall asleep?” He groaned, and Y/n scoffed, “What do you think, dingus?”

“No need to be mean this early in the morning, Merlin.” 

“Someone saw us last night, though.” Y/n stated, and Regulus noticeably jumped, “Who?”

She shrugged, “Not sure, but they left me a new pot of ink.”

“Lucky you.”

“Lucky me.”

Both best friends cleared their table. Y/n put her Potions books away, and Regulus put his Transfiguration books away. Y/n stared at the writing on the parchment she had received earlier that day. The handwriting was almost unrecognizable. It was messy and sprawled. Whoever this was did not have good handwriting or was in a rush. But the day carried on. In Potions, Y/n sat in the front while the Marauders sat in the back. Remus stared holes in the back of Y/n’s head. 

“She’s gonna notice if you keep staring at her like that.” Sirius muttered. 

Remus sighed and continued to write his notes. If he tried hard enough, he could make out her elegant purple ink from here. It always baffled him why she chose purple over traditional black - suppose it wasn’t really any of his business, but he couldn’t help but wonder. The familiar sketchbook sat on top of the desk as well; he could see doodles in the same deep purple color. Occasionally Regulus - who sat beside her - would nudge her to pay attention, gaining an annoyed groan. 

Potions class always smelt weird. It was a mixture of glue, seaweed, and salt. It was also constantly humid. It brought shivers down Remus’ spine. He noticed it doing the same to the Slytherin girl at the front. Remus craved nothing more than to wrap his robe around her, but he was too late. Regulus was already doing the action, which earned him one of her jaw-dropping smiles. Unconsciously he began growling again. This time, James smacked his arm. 

“Mate!” 

“Sorry…” 

Dinner was even worse. Y/n had yet to remove Regulus’ robes leaving him in a button-down white shirt and the usual uniform. Sirius was surprised at his younger brother's chivalry but didn’t speak much. The full moon was that night, and as dinner progressed, Remus only gained more possessive. James and Sirius gave up on trying to scold him. It was apparent Moony wanted - no - needed her. Slytherin captain be damned, Y/n was going to be Moonys. 

A dry winter night. As usual, Remus walked to the Whomping Willow with his three friends following him. Tonight was normal in the sense of his friends turning into their animagus,’ but the odd thing was letting him out of the shack. The werewolf and the dog ran around the forest together. The rat and stag lagging behind, allowing the two animals to play together. But a stick-breaking brought the attention of the werewolves to the new person. 

He could smell them. Hear their blood running through their veins. Their heart pounding at a standard rate. The dogs barking could be heard, trying to distract the werewolf. The scent was female, and she wasn’t scared. Instead, the girl approached with confidence sticking out her hand to the wolf. Padfoot barked loudly. Prongs backed down, looking nervous. Wormtail squeaked loudly. But she came with confidence and assurance. 

Moony growled, “Shh, shh, it’s okay.” She cooed, “You’re safe with me.”

The h/c haired girl knelt on the grass, “No need to be scared, I’m not going to hurt you.”

Moony hesitantly put his snout in the girl's palm, making her grin. His fur was soft to the touch, and his eyes turned soft. Her smile was beautiful, and Moony nuzzled his hand into her soft palm. She chuckled and patted him more. Padfoot barked excitedly and ran to her, but the werewolf started to bare his teeth again. 

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m yours.” 

The wolf seemed to calm down at her words allowing Padfoot to approach her. Smiling brightly, she pet both animals, “It’s okay, love.”

“My name’s Y/n. I didn’t know that there was a werewolf here.” Y/n greeted as Moony curled up beside her, his head on her thigh, Padfoot doing the same on the other side.

She caught sight of the other two animals and whistled for their attention, “C’mere.”

Prongs and Wormtail approached nervously, but Moony gave no sense of protectiveness. Y/n’s words resonated in his head over and over again, “I’m yours.” The wolf fell asleep beside her, Padfoot doing the same. Prongs approached, and Y/n patted the top of his head. Wormtail sat in front of her knee. They seemed at peace. It was the first time Moony ever felt at ease. They’d be lying if it didn’t make them happy. 

Y/n stayed up all night with the animals. Despite the animals not knowing, Y/n knew that the stag, rat, and dog were animagus’. The werewolf was unknown to her. The following morning when the stag turning into James, rat into Peter, dog into Sirius. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to find out who the werewolf was. When he turned back into a human with his clothes tattered. Y/n continued to run her fingers through his hair as he slept. 

“Morning, Marauders,” Y/n commented. 

“You’re- you-“ James stuttered.

She laughed, “Apparently, your moony really likes me.”

“Would you mind petting me again?” Sirius teased, “Maybe.” Y/n retorted, winking. 

Sirius laid down on her other thigh that Remus wasn’t laying on, smiling; she ran her fingers through their hair, “You’re a godsend, lemme tell you.”

James and Peter sat in front of Y/n, “What made you want to take a walk in the forbidden forest last night?”

“Just wanted some air.” Y/n answered. 

Remus groaned and began pushing his head onto Y/n’s hand, “Morning, Remus.”

The Marauders and Y/n had never seen him jump up that fast, “What- you- I- uh-“

“Didn’t know you were a werewolf.”

“I- uh…”

“Sirius, for the love of God, get off her lap.” James interject, slapping the boy on the head playfully, “But it feels so good.” Sirius drawled. 

James grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the grass. In the process, Sirius got a mouthful of dirt and grass, “You wanker.”

“Did I- erm- hurt you?” Remus questioned shyly, “Nope, I'm completely unscathed.” Y/n smiled reassuringly. 

Remus turned to his friends, “Nope! Y/n saved us all.”

“Are you hurt?” Y/n inquired to Remus, who took a quick look at himself, “I- I don’t believe so….”

Sirius blew a raspberry, “Thank Merlin! Dragging you to the hospital wing is bloody exhausting.”

Silence filled the forest until Sirius smirked, “You know, mate when you were talking about Moony wanting her. I thought you were joking. Turns out you weren’t.”

“Oi!”

“Oh, Merlin…”

Y/n chuckled, “Well, Moony is rather cute if I’m honest.”

Remus’ cheeks blasted with pink, and Sirius laughed. James shook his head with a big grin, and Peter looked amused with Y/n’s confession. Without hesitation, Y/n leaned over to kiss Remus’ cheek, making him hide his face flustered. She stood up and ruffled Sirius’ hand, gently rubbing her nails across his scalp, making Sirius try to lean into her palm. They all stared at her except for Remus, who was equally embarrassed and flustered. 

“If you’re looking for a fifth Marauder, I know the Slytherin common room password.” Y/n winked as she walked to the castle. 

[ptergwen]

5 and 25 with peter plssss

prompts: “i can’t kiss you knowing that they kissed you too” & “you didn’t want to hurt me? well guess what asshole, you hurt me”

warnings: lots of swearing and lots of angst

a/n: oh i had a field day with this one hehe thank u for sending <3

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peter’s fingers are tracing along your jawline with an arm around your middle to steady you. you’re up against his wall. your eyes fluttering shut, you hum contentedly at the feeling of his soft touch.

peter grasps your chin between his index finger and thumb, willing your closed eyes to open. they land on him, and his dazzling smile that’s illuminated by the moonlight creeping past his bedroom curtains. you can’t help but to grin yourself.

his other hand trails all the way from your side, past your waist, up your spine, finally to the back of your neck. he slowly swipes his thumb across your exposed skin, leaving chills along each inch.

“y/n?” peter speaks lowly, head dipping down so his eyes meet yours. you let him tilt your chin up towards him. “hm?”

you watch as peter’s gaze flicks down to your lips while he bites his own bottom one. his breath is warm on your face as he exhales, asking a question you never thought you’d hear again.

“can i kiss you?”

peter is afraid he overstepped when you hesitate to affirm. maybe, he isn’t taking things slowly enough for you. if you still need time, he has to give you that. he owes it to you at the very least.

then, you nod. you settle both hands on peter’s shoulders, gently resting your forehead against his.

“yeah, pete. you can kiss me.”

he flashes you another smile, a relieved smile, before leaning in closer to fill the gap separating you two. his lips ghost over yours, parted and slightly swollen. finally, they capture yours properly.

you almost instantly reciprocate, your leg curling around his waist. peter’s hand on your neck travels into your locks. he keeps the kiss light, mouth moving in synch with yours like it always does.

or, always did.

it’s when peter’s free hand starts to make its way up your thigh that the position becomes a bit too familiar.

everything from that night rushes back to you.

when you found him with her, his lips attacking hers, his hands all over her. right here, right in this very room.

you remember every little detail, how could you forget? the images are burned into your mind. you’ve spent days, weeks, months trying to erase them. at this point, you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to.

“stop,” you mumble out, pushing at peter’s shoulders and effectively breaking the kiss.

although your abruptness is confusing, peter obliges. his arms loosely hug your waist, lips curving into a frown.

“you okay, baby? what happened?” he wonders and receives a sigh from you. “you know what happened.”

peter has to process your words for a moment before he realizes what you’re referring to.

“i thought you wanted me to kiss you,” he defends, tone suddenly harsh and arms slipping from around you. “you said i could.” you only shrug. “i changed my mind.”

he chuckles bitterly and walks away, beginning to pace around his room.

“i’m not doing this, y/n. not tonight,” peter warns you. “i’m really not in the mood. let’s move on, okay?”

you march toward him, fists clenched at your sides.

“i fucking wish i could,” you seethe, peter spinning around to face you. his jaw is clenched, chest heaving.

he doesn’t like where this is going — exactly where he was hoping it wouldn’t.

“but, unfortunately for both of us, the memory of you pressed up against gwen stacy plays on loop in my head.”

“don’t bring gwen into this,” peter points an accusing finger at you. “it isn’t about her.” you nod your head furiously, stepping closer to him. “it absolutely is.”

“no, y/n. it’s about how damn insecure you are,” peter spits. “gwen’s just who you choose to project it onto.”

he brushes past you, his shoulder bumping roughly with yours. you follow behind him, angry tears clouding your vision.

“of course i am, and of course she is! you fucking cheated on me with her!” you remind him, though he shouldn’t need you to. “how could you say that to me?”

peter is ready to fire back at you some more until he turns around to the sight of you crying. hot tears wet your cheeks, your clenched fists now shaking and your form weak. a sob escapes you, and peter is at your side just like that.

“i’m sorry, y/n,” he whispers, easing you into his embrace. “i’m so sorry.”

peter squeezes you tight and strokes your hair, your face hidden in his chest to muffle your cries. he holds your body flush to his, head dropping onto your shoulder.

“baby, please. i didn’t wanna hurt you. i never meant to,” he coos. “i wasn’t… i wasn’t thinking. gwen was just there, and it was late, and…”

you pull away from his chest, releasing yourself from his arms.

“you didn’t wanna hurt me?” you rasp. “well… guess what, asshole? you hurt me.”

peter’s heart completely sinks.

“you told me she was your study buddy,” you state monotonously. “she was,” peter pleads, hands coming to cup your cheeks.

he uses the pads of his thumbs to wipe away your tears, your lips quivering.

“seemed more like a fuck buddy to me,” you mutter. peter’s thumb runs over your lips, eyes staring into yours desperately. “it was one kiss, one time. that was the first and last, y/n.”

“you don’t get it. that’s so much worse,” you hit his hands away from your face. “a kiss is supposed to be special, something only we share.”

peter reaches for you, but you shoot him a glare.

“you ruined that, peter. destroyed it. i can’t kiss you knowing that gwen kissed you, too.”

“we’re gonna work through this,” he shakes his head, grabbing your waist despite your disapproval. “we’ve been working through this. i’ll do anything, y/n. c’mon. i… you know i will.”

“we haven’t worked through anything,” you correct. “we’ve been pretending we have.”

peter is starting with the waterworks, but you can’t find it in you to care. he tugs you in by your hips, unable to keep his tears at bay as he’s met with a shove at his chest.

“y/n,” peter begs, clinging onto your body. “gwen kissed me first. you- you were there! you saw!” you’re on the verge of tears once again, glossy eyes fighting to stay on him. “and i also saw you kiss her back.”

you pry him off of so you can scurry away. peter falls to his knees, not bothering to chase after you. there’s no use.

the tears are already dripping down your chin by the time you open and slam his bedroom door behind you, both mentally and physically freeing yourself from him.

things have been over between you two for so long. tonight solidified that.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hello! I don't know if you're still doing asks, but I was wondering if you had any disabled Stiles fics? Blind, deaf, paralyzed etc? If not thats okay but if so thank you so much!

AND

Hey! I just finished reading Cornerstone and Windows on ao3 and I was wondering if you knew of any other blind fics? It doesn't have to be Stiles being blind. I'm just curious. Thank you! I get all my favorite fics from you!

Here you go, Stiles with a disability.

Windows by dr_girlfriend

(28/28 I 83,017 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking.

Excerpt:

“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.

“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”

“Fuck, I...I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.

“What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —”

“Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”

“Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”

Cornerstone by Vendelin

(6/6 I 83,738 I Explicit I Sterek)

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

***

Darkness Before Dawn by lanoirpapillon

(1/1 I 856 I Teen I Sterek)

"Due to the actions of the Alpha pack, Stiles goes blind. After the threat is gone, Stiles has to learn to live without his sight, and maybe Derek would make the perfect seeing-eye wolf."

Nothing is Over by CinnamonLily

(1/1 I 2,083 I General I Steter)

Stiles had the perfect life, until his mate died. Again. It's been nine months, and he's not doing well. In fact, he resents everyone else's happiness and has become a hermit on autopilot. Somehow, he's forgotten that Peter never stays dead.

I See You Better by theroguesgambit

(1/1 I 4,686 I Teen I Sterek)

He dreams, sometimes, of his last moments of seeing.

At the church in Mexico, Stiles is blinded by a Berserker. Derek uses his new wolf status to act as a guide dog, while Stiles adjusts to his new reality.

Clueless by HappyJuicyfruit

(1/1 I 4,748 I General I No Pairing)

After everything they’ve been through together, all Derek wants is for his pack to be connected with strong, thriving, pack bonds. And for the most part, its working. The pack is growing, healing, happy.

He just needs to figure out why Stiles hates him so much.

My reflection is not who I am but who I must hide by RainbowDuck

(1/1 I 5,235 I Not Rated I No Pairing)

The first 11 years of Stiles (no one will ever know my real name) Stilinski's life were more of less textbook. The next 3 were hell and if it could go wrong, it did. Stiles and her dad Noah move to Beacon Hills for a new start and it ends up being the worst and the best thing.

In Your Footsteps (I Will Walk) by cywscross

(1/1 I 8,873 I Teen I Steter)

It takes him months, but Stiles gave him a destination, gave him direction, gave him hope, and so he goes.

T: Tremors by brokenes

(1/1 I 9,477 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek tried not to think of hospitals and blood and hearts no longer beating and his legs, leaving it all behind, knowing that Stiles' no longer could. It took him seven years to stop leaving.

Wild Tonic by officerstilinskihale

(1/1 I 11,010 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles nodded and smiled again, his teeth flashing brightly and he signed something again, before looking frustrated with himself.

“You’re welcome,” Derek told him, feeling a wave of relief when Stiles’ face brightened. That would’ve been awkward if Stiles hadn’t been trying to say thank you.

“I had a really good time, so yeah. I’m glad you came with me,” he said, feeling his face grow hot. Derek wasn’t usually like this. He wasn’t confident. Sure, he had the looks and he could flirt shamelessly when he got hit on, but he always got shy around the people he genuinely liked, not that there was too many of those.

But Stiles didn’t let him dwell on that. He gripped Derek's arm, grinned cheekily and pointed at himself before lifting two fingers. It took a while for Derek to get it but when he did, he couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across his face.

Me too.

Show Your Teeth, Yellow With Desire by ItsMe_Basil

(1/1 I 22,883 I Explicit I Steter)

The man looked up when Stiles stepped into the room, eyes appraisingly taking Stiles in from head to toe before smirking.

"Hello, sweetheart."

Stiles felt his heart jump into his mouth, his breath hitching in his throat. The orderly hadn't stayed long, leaving the two of them alone.

"Peter." He breathed. "You're real."

where the Double Walker dwells by forestofbabel

(10/10 I 38,164 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek looked like he always did, perfectly groomed and a little gruff. Though, as Stiles glanced at him, Derek’s face was lax with surprise.

“Stiles?” Derek asked, sounding flummoxed.

“Dude, I know it’s been a while, but don’t be so surprised I’m hung over in the woods. It’s practically tradition at this point.”

Derek sniffed the air, eyeing him with distrust. “But, you can’t… I just…” he trailed it off like a question, taking a half step forward before pulling out his phone and dialing a number, eyes never leaving Stiles.

Complications by idareu2bme

(15/15 I 42,523 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek hadn’t meant to involve Stiles in all this --Stiles who was warm and pliable in his sleep, whose warm, brown eyes reflected light they would never again see, who had a smile brighter than the sun, and who could see Derek when others never did.

At least the Road to Hell is paved, I'm not good with Stairways by lady emebalia (emebalia)

(80/80 I 170,037 I Explicit I Sterek)

When Derek signs up on a BDSM dating site, he expects things to be straight forward. Turns out the road ahead has more unexpected turns than he thought. But at least Stiles comes well equipped for twists and turns.

Caretakers by em2mb

(14/15 I 277,924 I Teen I Sterek)

Now Lydia sees the white room clearly, Stiles sitting cross-legged on the nemeton in his lacrosse jersey, squinting at a chessboard.

That’s when Lydia realizes her vantage point makes her Stiles’ opponent — and she has him in check.

Her instinct is to push her own king into danger, but Stiles grabs her wrist. “Come on, Lydia,” he says dryly, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Chess might not be your game, but surely you know that’s against the rules.”

Lydia tries to squirm away from him. “But you’ll die,” she insists, his grip tightening so much she’s certain his long fingers will leave bruises.

“Say it, Lydia,” Stiles urges. “Checkmate. Checkmate. Checkmate — ”

[parkers-gal]

can you do a rogers!daughter x Peter Parker where he confesses his love to her after a battle and the avengers hear on coms

loved this a lot <3 (might do a part two. lemme know if y’all are interested hehe)

｡☆✼★━━ requests are closed ━━★✼☆｡

You’re paired with Wanda and Clint for the latest mission: invading HYDRA for the super-soldier serum. It’s hard work, and you’ve been fighting for a good hour. You’re getting closer to the center, and as you consistently report back to your dad and Tony through the comms, you can’t help but feel like something else is bound to happen. Sure, you’re your father’s kid, and maybe you inherited a few of his enhanced abilities, but you’re wearing down the line and your muscles are starting to ache in that familiar overworked way.

“How’s it going down there?” You hear your dad through your earpiece, and with a final punch to one of the guards, you wheeze out a response.

“Fine, just clearing out the area. Are we clear to enter yet?”

“Almost.”

You hum, turning the corner with your gun up front, just as Natasha had trained you so many times before. “I’m all clear over here.”

“Proceed to the lab. Tell me if anything goes sou-”

You don’t get to hear the end of your dad’s sentence, because somebody sends you a harsh blow to the side of your head, momentarily interfering with your senses. You go stumbling to the floor, muttering a quick “fuck” under your breath.

Turning over, you move to get up, but somebody picks you up by the collar of your suit. Suddenly, you feel cold metal against your temple and you know someone’s pointing a gun at you.

“Make a move and you’re dead meat,” he seethes out. His grip on you is strong, and you blink away harsh tears while attempting to stop your winced expressions of pain. You swallow thickly, and more voices come in through your comms.

“Y/N?” Steve yells, worried. “Y/N are you okay?”

Wanda’s voice runs through your ears, “Steve, someone’s holding her hostage!”

“Who’s down?” Tony butts in.

“Y/N,” Sam fills in. “Scanner shows a gun to her head.”

“Wait, Y/N?” You hear Peter, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. God, what you would give to be with Peter instead of this HYDRA agent. “Is she alright? What’s happening? Where is she?”

“Kid, I need you to not panic,” Tony says, thrusting upwards while he flies over a portion of the building to find Steve. “Y/N’s got a gun to her head and we can’t risk anything right now.”

“Right,” Peter swallows, “Sorry.”

“Does anyone have any ideas?” Wanda inquires before sending another agent flying into the wall.

“I do,” your father barks, vibranium shield coming into contact with a man who has a gun. He pushes the door open, “Attack.” He makes his way through the hallways and corridors, hoping to find any trace of you.

“Steve, you need to be careful. We don’t know what this guy can do.” Sam reports flying alongside Tony while the two of them find Peter webbing a few people to the walls of the building.

“You okay, kid?”

Peter nods at his mentor’s question. “We need to help Y/N.” His voice comes off frantic and worried, and if this were any other occasion, Tony would’ve teased him for being so protective of you.

“Tell me what you’re here for,” the man with a gun and an awfully shaved beard questions you, the gun nudging further into the side of your head.

Your jaw clenches and you swallow again, “I’m not telling you anything.”

The man makes a move to do something, and you know it can’t be good.

Suddenly, the hairs on Peter’s neck stand upright and his Peter Tingle goes off hazardously. He pauses where he is, stopping his movement while he blinks in surprise, senses going into overload. Suddenly, he makes the connection, and in a split second, he’s running so fast Tony can’t even register where he’s going and what he’s doing.

“Kid! Hey!”

Peter bursts through the door, web slinging and snatching the weapon right out the agent’s hand before he can even blink. You gasp in surprise, head shooting in the direction of Spider-man.

Peter blows a hit to the man’s head, successfully knocking him out in one hit. He’s at your side in seconds, questions flying out while you try to adjust to the quick change in situation.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

“Peter, I’m fine,” You assure him, bringing his hands away from your face.

He doesn’t get the message though, and his hands fly back up to your face, allowing you to nuzzle into his glove-clad palm. He uses his hands to turn your face, inspecting your eyes and cheeks and jaw for scratches and bruises. He’s muttering under his breath, frantic and paranoid.

“Pete, Pete,” You hold both of his hands, keeping them away from your face. “I’m fine. Are you alright? Why’re you so worried?”

The eyes of his suit widen and he backtracks slightly, but not enough to lose physical contact with you.

“Why am I so worried? You just had a gun to your head, Y/N! You could’ve died!”

“But I didn’t.”

“But you could’ve!” He huffs, neither of you realizing that the entire team can hear you through the comms — and that they are. “That guy could’ve killed you! We could’ve lost you- I could’ve lost you!”

“Peter, it’s part of the job,” You calm him down with a humorless chuckle, slightly wary of where this is going. “This wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last. But you saved me,” He tries to dodge your hands but you persist, bringing him close. “You saved me, Peter.”

“But what if I didn’t?”

“You did.”

“But what if I don’t make it next time, huh?! What do I do then?”

You click your tongue, glancing around at the barren room and the man passed out on the floor. You take a step closer to Peter.

“You see that over there?” You point towards the glass container. “That’s the super-soldier serum.” You don’t hear the gasps of the Avengers. “You just saved my life and retrieved them. There’s no ‘what if’ when it comes to your abilities, Peter. You made it.”

He’s quiet for a few beats. “I don’t want to lose you,” He confesses, whispering it while leaning his forehead against yours. “I love you.”

You blink in surprise but his eyes are shut while he stays put against your face. His lips are mere inches from yours, and you can feel the warmth radiating off of him. The two of you are too caught up in the moment to hear everyone else gasping at Peter’s confession.

“Yeah?” You interlock your fingers, your other hand slowly taking the flap of his mask and dragging it up above his lips. His breath fans your face, and your eyelids flutter shut for a moment. “I love you, too.” It comes out as a whisper, and before you know it, Peter’s leaning in and so are you. And for a split second you realize this is your best friend that you’re kissing, but then you realize that it feels so right.

Meanwhile, Tony turns to Steve with wide eyes and Rhodey is mouthing “did you know?” to anyone who can answer. Tony puts his hands up defensively, feigning innocence, and both men turn to look at Steve, who’s beside Bucky and Sam now.

“Well?” Tony whispers?”

“I didn’t know!” Steve defends, grumbling a “not like I’d approve of it anyways.”

“I knew,” Bucky raises his hand.

“Yeah, and me,” Sam agrees and Bucky rolls his eyes with a scoff.

“No you didn’t. She told me.”

“Yeah and she told me, too.”

“Well she told me first.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yes it is! I-”

“Guys!” Wanda cuts them off. She uses her head to motion towards a room, and heads turn in the direction of you and Peter, who are walking out with a briefcase full of the remaining serums.

“We good?” You ask as Peter pulls his mask down over his mouth and nose. Everyone nods and you walk over to your dad’s side.

“You okay, honey?”

“Fine, dad. Let’s just get out of here.”

He nods before looking at Tony. “Circle around the building and report back. Meet you on the quinjet in five.”

Peter smirks behind his mask when he realizes Bucky, Steve and Sam are all going to run their ways back to the jet.

“Race ya!” he yells before grabbing hold of your waist and thwipping up into the air. You scream in delight and Steve watches the two of you leave. Sam laughs at his seemingly protective-dad-mode.

[dollslayer]

For the drabble challenge: Bucky Barnes / He took the last treadmill

Gains

Bucky Barnes x Reader, No Powers AU Summary: Bucky Barnes has stolen the last treadmill and with it, the last shred of your patience. W/C: 2k Warnings: Smut, swearing, semi-public sex, unprotected sex A/N: I wrote this for @syntheticavenger's 5k How it started/How it's going celebration/challenge!! I know it's been a minute since I've written anything but if you liked this please comment/reblog! Main Masterlist

How it started -

You heaved a heavy sigh as you finally got into your car. Looking at the clock on your dashboard you noticed it was nearly 11pm. You were fresh off of a late night at the office that ended with you being chewed out in the boardroom for someone else’s mistakes and desperately needed to release all your pent up rage. You can’t run away from your problems but you can damn well try at the gym.

You reached for the door but before you could reach it a large hand was pulling the handle and holding the door for you. The hand lead to a thick forearm with veins trailing up to perfectly sculpted biceps. You peered up at the owner of the sculpted arm and found it belonged to maybe the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. He has crystal blue eyes and pillowy lips curved slightly into a grin. Strands of shoulder length hair are falling out of the small bun he’s tied it into and into his face.

You didn’t realize you’d stopped midstep, leaving him waiting on you to walk through the entryway. Quickly looking away with a huff of small embarrassment you muster a small thank you and pick up the pace towards the locker rooms. You were suddenly feeling nervous at the realization that you’d have to work out in front of him but the thought of him in less clothing was appealing enough to distract you.

You’d figured given the hour that the gym wouldn’t be so busy but looking around it was teeming with activity. As if your day couldn’t be any more annoying, one lone treadmill stood open so you hustled to the locker rooms to change so you could claim it.

Just as you were about to put your phone in your locker and head out you were bombarded by a slew of work emails, making you furious all over again. Anger refueled, you set off with new determination for the treadmill. Just as you were about to enter the main gym area the same guy that held the door open for you was headed in the same direction. Smiling, you held the door open for him this time with a small laugh, which he thanked you for before bounding off.

His huge stride was heading in a direction that was giving you a bad feeling. You tried to fastwalk past him, hoping that you could beat him there but before you could touch the rails he was stepping onto the last fucking treadmill. You came to a stop with a look of disbelief and he looked over his shoulder and smirked at you.

“Somethin’ wrong, doll?”

“No,” you scoffed before walking away towards the ellipticals.

With the state of your temper right now you didn’t trust yourself not to blow up on him. You tell yourself that the gym asks people to only use equipment for a certain amount of time, someone’s bound to get off soon. You were breaking a sweat but it wasn’t really releasing all the built up tension you had like running would. Glancing over you spy one open treadmill, but of fucking course the only one open is next to him.

Heaving a sigh you turn up your music and step up to the treadmill intent on ignoring him. His head turns slightly towards you and out of the corner of your eye you spy a smirk. You roll your eyes and up the pace, hoping to block out the rest of the world for a bit.

You let yourself get lost in the workout and finally felt some of your frustrations melt away. When you’d reached your limit and got off you looked around and realized that the man was gone, so was most everyone else. Checking the time you noted it was nearly 2 AM and you figured you’d better call it a night if you were ever going to deal with the shit show that awaited you tomorrow morning at the office.

Walking back to the locker rooms the man from earlier was passing you on his way out and gave you a mischievous grin.

“I steal your treadmill back there, doll?” He asks playfully.

“Don’t let it happen again” You say jokingly with a small smile, still slightly annoyed.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” He chuckles, “Have a good night.”

You wish him a good night as he walks on past you, notes of his body wash hitting your senses. As annoyed as you’d been you definitely wouldn’t mind running into him again.

Another week or so had gone by and another fiasco at work had erupted. You weren’t sure how much more of it you could take but you’d made a habit of running at the gym whenever shit went down at work. You’d yet to run into the handsome stranger again but he’d probably just distract you anyway so it was for the better.

You’d opted for lifting light weights and in doing so, you’d completely missed Man Bun just across the room. You’d forgotten that you wanted to run. You got up and turned towards the treadmills. You had stepped forward just in time for Man Bun to take the last. Fucking. Treadmill. Again. Your jaw actually dropped a little and didn’t try to conceal your scoff.

“Come on!” you even stamped your foot a little. After the time you’ve been having at work all you’d wanted was to let off some steam but here he was again with his cocky attitude treating it like a joke.

He actually stopped the treadmill and turned around, a toothy grin proudly on display.

“I did it again, didn’t I? Don’t worry I’m sure someone else will be off soon”

How it’s going -

Your back met the cold tiles of the shower as he pushed you back with a harsh kiss. His lips caught yours, stealing your moans as his large calloused hands ran their way down your curves. You focused your efforts on pushing down his sweats, his cock springing free from its confines.

“No underwear? How presumptuous” You ask against his lips with a smile.

“What can I say? I was feeling lucky”

He hooked his fingers in your leggings and pulled them down. You hastily stepped out of them and worked to remove your top, leaving you in only a sports bra and your panties. He paused for a second before taking your panties in his fist and snapping them in one go. You gasped, slightly shocked but it just turned you on further.

He was to the point in what he wanted, his fingers finding your core and sinking right in. Your moan turned into a whimper as he curled his fingers inside you, hitting you right in your G-spot. You were feeling small under him, his perfectly toned chest proudly on display and his biceps bulging as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

The pleasure you were feeling in this moment had you in disbelief that you’d ever been hesitant of him when he cornered you earlier.

By the time you’d finally gotten done with your run you’d realized everyone had petered out, even Man Bun. You reckoned it was time for you to head out too. It was kind of eerie being alone in the gym so you wanted to shower and get out as quickly as possible.

As you were about to push the door open a familiar, large hand covered yours. You could feel his body heat and smell whatever soap he’d used, that’s how close he was. You turned around and he kept his arm outstretched past you, you were practically in his arms.

Your eyes met his and you let out a shaky breath, you weren’t really sure what to make of the expression on his face. You raised your eyebrows in waiting.

“Just wanted to apologize, for takin’ your treadmill and all. Seems to be a habit of mine, huh?”

“I’m starting to think you meant to.”

“I gotta admit, I saw you gunnin’ for that treadmill and I wanted to beat you there. What do you say I make it up to you?”

He was definitely making it up to you now. He was a man on a mission, pressing his palm firmly against your clit and working against your spot, trying desperately to get you to cum. You couldn’t do anything but cling desperately to his shoulders. Your cries were getting louder as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. You finally snapped and came with a shout before nearly slumping against him. His arms caught you and he laughed a little to himself.

“So fuckin’ good for me, you’re gonna take me so well.” He pressed a sloppy kiss to your temple as you tried to get your bearings. You reached down to grab his cock in your hands, he was rock hard and you wanted nothing more than to run your tongue along them.

You shakily began to sink down to your knees but a strong hand grasped you by the shoulders and pulled you up before you could.

“Just wanna feel you” He breathed out before pressing a kiss to your lips.

It was your turn to smirk at him, slowly standing up to your full height. He kissed you again as his large hands grabbed your breasts one at a time, toying with your nipples and making you whimper just slightly. You could feel his cock hard against your thigh and decided you needed him now.

You lifted your thigh up over his hip, which he was all too eager to hold while you grabbed him and positioned him at your entrance. His other hand grasped your hip and he thrusted into you with determination, causing you to let out an obscene moan. He was hitting you so deeply and when he began moving you swore you couldn’t take him.

He hooked one arm under your leg as he pistoned in and out of you at a pace you weren’t quite ready for but you’d reveled in the feeling of. He was hitting you deeper than you’d ever thought possible by anyone else you’d had before.

“Shit,” He huffed, “Gonna fuck you stupid?”

You could only whimper in response as he did just that. He wasn’t holding anything back as he thrust into you over and over. You were quickly becoming overwhelmed but in the best way possible. You couldn’t help the noises that came out of you, couldn’t help the begging for him to continue.

As he pistoned in and out of you while keeping a vice grip on your leg you let out the most wanton little mewls, only spurring him on further. He was dragging every inch of him out of you and then slamming it back in, all the while his thumb toying with your clit. You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold out and you couldn’t tell what was more exciting, the thought of him ruining you or the realization that anyone could walk in and see you two. Right now you didn’t care so long as he kept at it.

You tugged at his tresses, pulling them loose from the low bun they hung in, eliciting grunts and groans from him. You latched your mouth onto his neck and found his sweet spot, sucking a deep bruise into it.

“Fuck, babydoll, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out”

“Then don’t”

That was all the motivation it took for him to slam into you at full force, his fingers working double time to help you reach your high once more. You thought you couldn’t take anymore as he slammed into you harder than he had and bit harshly into your neck as he spilled himself inside of you with one final thrust.

You cried out as you came around him, feeling your pussy pulse in waves as you registered the aftershocks. You leaned your head back against the tiles while you tried to catch your breath, vaguely hearing his own sighs. Finally feeling up to sorts, you looked up at him only to find his hazy blue eyes boring into yours. A part of you can’t believe you’d done such a thing in public with a man who was practically a stranger but the other part was just as turned on by the fact.

“Think I’ve given enough penance for you, doll?”

“Not even close.”