#peter parker x sibling!reader

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NSFW ( mostly just a self-indulgent au )

• reposted since tumblr hid it •

w a r n i n g : contains non con and perv!peter

before tony stark had settled down with pepper potts, he had been with another woman. but after a messy divorce and an unwanted child, he decided to cut off all contact with her.

that woman was your mother. you had never met your father until she handed you off to him one day in the chilly autumn of new york.

after turning 18, she had decided to kick you out and dump you at the very front doors of stark tower.

with loose, messily packed luggage and fat tears staining your face, a man with short curly hair opened the door to you.

of course, later you learned his name was happy and tony trusted him greatly. happy also seemed to willfully obey his every order so you assumed there was a lot of trust and history between them. but you also wondered if tony ever told anyone about you.

it didn’t surprise you though, when you were brought up to tony, escorted by happy, that your father had no idea who you are. and when you explained yourself, he acted shocked you existed.

that’s how you ended up being employed by tony himself, starting out more as an errand runner or assistant to his incessant requests.

you couldn’t lie and say you enjoyed the first few months helping out around the avengers tower and catering to people who intimidated you- but after two years you had come to form closer relationships with those on the team and were more than just a nuisance.

but there was one other person you spent a lot of time with.

peter parker.

you were basically the same age as him, both the same generation and shared the exact same humour. your friendship with peter was nothing like the ones you possessed with the other, older avengers.

your texts between each other consisted of memes and spammed word vomit. peter spilled his secrets and his fears to you while you comforted him and listened. he didn’t see you any differently despite being aware of your hidden relation to his boss, respecting you enough to never bring it up.

there were times where you’d catch him staring at you for too long or you’d accidentally touch each other and he’d linger… just a little bit. you only brushed it off that he was clingy and touch starved.

alas, peter knew sometimes you would feel embarrassed of the fact you were tony’s kid especially when tony never liked to share details about himself to his coworkers. a few of them had been told too but treated you like you weren’t the daughter of one of the most narcissistic men they knew.

another reason you got along well with everyone. so much that you had been silently promoted to aiding in missions and able to train side by side with peter and the rest of the avengers.

when sparing with peter, he’d purposefully sweep your legs out from under you, only to collect your wrist in both of his hands and slam them to the mat, his thighs locked on either side of your hips and his face unnecessarily lowered to hover over yours.

you found most of your sessions under him and while it frustrated you that he beat you every single time, you couldn’t help but notice the look on peter’s face when he did trap you to the floor.

you also noticed how as soon as he got off of you, peter was quick to end the sparring match- practically running out of the gym, his pace fast and posture hunched over. maybe peter was just weird in general?

but he couldn’t help it. seeing you under him, looking vulnerable and so damn pretty like that… his cock swelled with blood and his balls ached with the need to breed you. every. single. time.

the feeling didn’t go away, even after may had died. despite the fact peter had become a mess, you were right there, picking up the pieces that used to be him and taping them back together as best as you could.

that’s when tony had made the executive decision to take peter in. he reasoned that he was already like a father figure to the poor boy, nothing would change. tony obviously had a soft spot for him.

at least, that’s what he said to convince you. and you couldn’t turn peter away when everyone he loved was no longer in his life.

so he moved into the building, took all of his belongings and clothes with him. peter put university on hold while he figured things out. you were understanding and tony- supportive. that’s when he could see the resemblance between you two. you both cared for him. and he suggested to become apart of your family.

of course tony took it the wrong way and surprised peter by adopting him, not even telling you beforehand. you were both speechless but for different reasons.

when peter stroked his leaking dick at night, giving into his fantasies of pushing your head down and dragging his red sensitive tip across your slit and deep inside your soaked walls; he could do so freely. now? now he couldn’t.

he couldn’t have you the way he wanted. peter was definitely frustrated at the new dynamic between you and him but he found it as an excuse to freely walk into your room whenever he wanted. why not? he was your step brother now.

it creeped you out at first, how he would sometimes silently slip past your doorway and make himself at home, occasionally starting up random conversations as if he hadn’t done anything wrong.

eventually you got used to it. sometimes leaving your room to grab a snack or go to the bathroom. you could trust peter not to break anything. he was such a sweet and quiet guy.

and that’s when he would take his chance, going through your drawers and stealing little things of yours.

the sheer panties your best friend from high school had given you for your birthday. a photo of you in a revealing bikini from a trip to the beach when you used to live with your mom. one of the many bottles of body spray that littered your vanity. lotion that you used all the time. another pair of underwear that were less appealing but you wore all the time when you wanted to dress comfortably.

peter even started to lay on your bed on his stomach as soon as you left the room and grind his hips down, rubbing his jean clad bulge against the soft blanket you slept under. he’d stick his face down into your pillow and hump your mattress, veiny hands fisting any fabric he could grab and pulling it closer to his nose, smelling you while he thought of raw dogging your puffy pussy in your own bed.

just when he was on the verge of cumming in his pants, you’d always walk in and he’d feign innocence. pretending he wasn’t just dry humping your bed like a greedy rabbit. you were never the wiser.

you noticed certain things of yours started to go missing little by little until you barely had things to wear or use. you assumed it was the dryer eating your entire wardrobe so you complained to tony and he gave you his card to buy an entire new one.

he didn’t want you going alone though so he made peter go with you. you weren’t entirely thrilled since had he had been glued to your hip almost constantly as of recently but you went along with it, knowing that if you didn’t agree, tony wouldn’t let you go at all.

so when you get to the small shop on the busy corner, peter wouldn’t stop suggesting pieces for you to buy or even try on. you found that they were either way too revealing or borderline inappropriate for him to request. but he wouldn’t stop insisting, going as far as to shove a whole armful of things into you and pushing you to the changing room very eagerly.

“i’m just trying to help.” he told you before closing the door behind you once you fully stepped inside. it didn’t help that every two minutes he’d knock and ask if you had finished, that he wanted to see what they looked like on you.

you obliged, feeling a bit uncomfortable. you were exposed- not to mention in front of peter. your step brother.

you left the small room in the first thing he had shown you, a size too small t-shirt and extremely tiny booty shorts. but peter seemed to hype you up, smiling enthusiastically. his eyes held a glossed over look while his gaze slowly went down your body, taking in how your skin would stick out and show where it probably shouldn’t be.

“okay turn around.” he spoke abruptly, making your face twist into one of uncertainty. he shook his head and merely spoke down to you like you were playing dumb; “come on, i just wanna see what the back looks like.”

huffing out a sigh, you reluctantly shifted your weight and spun to show your backside.

when you did though- you swore you heard a camera clicking but when you whipped your head around to catch whoever had taken your picture without consent.. no one was there.

“peter..?” you meekly stared around, looking for the boy but he had disappeared as if in thin air. the only other people you saw were two employees reorganizing hangers across the wall.

your stomach twisted and you shrunk back into the changing room, not bothering to try the other pieces on and put your own clothes back on, feeling anxious that someone was watching you.

as soon as you went to open the door, peter was standing right in front of the entrance- making you jump and drop the large pile of things you were holding.

“woah, sis. calm down. it’s just me.” he laughed it off, giving you that boyish smile, peter’s eyes never leaving yours. you felt your face flush and apologized- pushing past him to put the exposing clothes back on the racks where he had gotten them from.

ever since then, you felt violated. you avoided peter. you started to ask FRIDAY to lock your door with an access code. you weren’t entirely sure it had been him but he was starting to freak you out even after that day.

you’d wake up multiple nights in a row, in a cold sweat, absolutely sure you could feel someone else had been inside your room besides yourself.

you’d place your hoodie down on the couch to grab a drink, coming back to find it gone.

peter would stay up for two hours after you went to bed, wanting to be certain you had fallen asleep before typing in the access code to your room- watching you put it in while he stuck to the ceiling one day.

he’d quietly shuffle in and see your phone beside your pillow and your face scrunched up while you dreamt. he’d whisper your name just to double check then crept over to your bed, hovering down to stare.

the next thing he knew, he was fucking hard- just by looking at you. that’s what you did to him and you didn’t even know it. his step sister always teasing him, purposefully taunting him with something that was forbidden for peter.

but he bottled up his frustration, struggling to push down his jeans as silently as possible. the slight sound of denim rubbing against itself was drowned out as his pants clung just below his knees. he hadn’t worn a belt for this very reason. wanted easy access while keeping you unaware of his presence.

peter bit his lip when his warm palm finally made contact with his cock, the angry tip already leaking and spilling down to weave through his fingers. “mmshit..” he choked out, careful not to be too loud when he started to stroke himself. his eyes were locked onto your sleeping face, his tongue darting out to drag across his bottom lip with desire. desire for you.

since he couldn’t have you, this was the best he could do, flicking his wrist to increase the speed that his hand jerked his dick, his cheeks wearing a dark flush the faster he went.

“yeah.. wanna breed my lil’sis.. make you mine, baby..” peter muttered, leaning forward so that his cock was right beside the pillow, the back of his hand almost ghosting your nose every time he moved up the entirety of his throbbing length.

he had only touched himself above you one other time but every single night since he saw how your ass looked in those small shorts- he couldn’t help but visit you while you were unconscious, whispering about how badly he wanted to feel your pretty cunt wrapped around his dick, about how good he bets you taste. but he was growing restless, as he confided in your passed out form- he needed more.

which lead to two nights ago. peter couldn’t help but jack off while sitting at the chair in front of your desk in the corner, listening to your soft breaths, one your previously used panties stuffed into his mouth to keep himself quiet - forcing peter to spurt cum all over his hand and bare thighs.

tonight was no different but he was feeling bolder, the aggressive animalistic demand his mind screamed at him to paint your face and mark you as his. to see how hot you looked while his warm sticky seed dripped down your lips and chin and onto your sheets, ruining them. ruining you.

a low groan rumbled in his chest when you shifted, your face now just under his slapping balls. peter almost came at the sight of your unconscious submission, your eyes fluttering and your lips just barely parted. ready to swallow the load he could feel about to explode from his swollen cock head.

his other hand not gripping his dick, shot out to claw at your head board to steady himself from falling on top of you, his body tingling with pure heat. he could barely stand, his knees buckling and the strong muscles in his pale thighs rippling with the effort to maintain his stance.

he was sure he could last another few minutes but when you moved your arms under your blanket, the sudden action pulled it down, revealing the loose tank top you had chosen to wear to bed.

peter’s eyes flitted down to your tits, and upon noticing you hadn’t worn a bra, your nipples stiff and pressing into the fabric- he let out a loud moan, massive ropes of white cum pouring out of his cock.

a few spurts hit your bare collarbones, your chest, the soft blanket draped over you and of course your pretty face. he watched as the thick goo caught on the tip of your nose and bottom lip- gravity causing it to run inside your mouth and down your cheeks onto the pillow.

“fuuuck.” peter cursed at the sight of his cum soaked step sister, all laid out for him.

when you felt something hot splatter your skin you flinched. it had made you stir. blinking your messy eyelids, trying to get whatever it was out of your eyes- you were fully awakened when you heard that familiar click of a camera.

rising your hand up to drag your numb fingers across your face, whatever was on it stuck to your digits and webbed between them. then you noticed it was also in your mouth so you leaned forward and let it drizzle out past your lips and land on your sheets. then you saw movement in the darkness and your unfocused gaze lifted to just barely be able to make out what it was. or who it was.

your body ran cold- you were first met with a cock that was still strikingly hard, leaking and pointing right at you, followed by hair framing the base of the shaft, accompanied by a small trail of the same hair up to below his bellybutton.. peter’s face above it all.

he lowered his phone with clouded eyes, panting heavily and cheeks flushed. his eyes on you.

“…pete?”

[velvrei]

logan dating tony starks daughter !!! like he wants to dislike you soooooo bad because he automatically assumes you’re some spoilt brat who’s always gotten anything and everything that she’s wanted without having to lift a finger but after being forced to spend time with you (probably because of missions) he can’t help but fall head over heels for you!!! that stark charm is definitely something to be in awe of (ur dad and him still despise each other tho)

the other stark

pairing: older!logan howlett x stark!reader

summary: logan finally meets you, tony starks daughter at an avengers gala. as much as he thinks you are a stuck up brat who has everything handed to her, he couldn’t wait to have his hands on you.

warnings: smut, age gap (legal), somewhat forbidden romance, slight degradation, praise kink, cowgirl position, face riding, oral (f receiving), kinda slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers, really filthy smut, intentional overuse of the word fuck at the end, tony is pissed when he finds out

word count: 5k

a/n: don’t look to closely on the gif cause you’ll find the part where i didn’t try

nsfw below the cut!

logan was not looking forward to attending the avenger’s ‘met gala'. mostly because he knew he would be meeting the folks he was supposed to despise the most.

tony stark invited the x-men as a way of trying to mend the rip between the two groups; it was always avengers vs. the x-men, never avengers and the x-men. tony wanted to change that. logan didn’t.

as everyone arrive, there was a little red carpet where several photographers stood, flashing pictures in the hopes of capturing good shots of each of the visitors.

the x-men limo slowly approached the curb, with spectators surrounding the vehicle as everyone exited.

logan huffed and climbed out the door, disregarding the fangirls that surrounded him, eager to get the night over with.

he walked up to the carpet alongside his team, each member getting a solo shot. when it was logan’s turn, he rested his face and let the camera take pictures of him, stood up straight.

he was wearing dress pants, a button up, with the sleeves rolled up just above his forearms, and a black vest over his button up. the shirt easily displayed his muscles, which he claimed was unintentional, but it was vastly intentional.

the paparazzi turned their cameras as another limo pulled up, and out came peter parker, and logan rolled his eyes knowing it was all the younger avengers.

logan couldn’t help but watch as peter stepped to the side, holding his hand out as he watched a woman get out. he gulped, seeing who the woman was.

it was you, tony starks daughter, or so he heard from his team. he had never actually met you. as much as he wanted to persuade himself he wasn't drawn to you, it would be a complete lie.

you were wearing a long, form fitting dress. it was a dark red, almost maroon. you wore gold heels and chunky gold bangles and necklace along with it, making sure it wasn’t just one color, which was something logan noticed.

peter stood at your side and it made logan a bit curious as to what your relationship with him was, but once he saw you two begin bickering he quickly realized it was more of a sibling relationship.

logan felt like he was going through the five stages of grief as the two of you walked over, followed by some others that exited the limo. you walked in front of peter, walking up to the red carpet.

logan was still stood in the middle, he quickly turned his attention in front of him, looking at the camera for the picture.

“logan! pose with tony’s daughter!” one of the men behind the camera shouted. peter shot you a protective look, however you just shook your head, silently telling him to calm down.

logan almost huffed as you walked up next to him, even though you had never met the man, it would be more embarrassing to turn down the offer in front of millions of people.

“logan.” you say.

logan questions the fact you know him, wondering if he should’ve done his research beforehand.

“y/n.” he responds. he knows your name, and that’s it. he knows nothing else about you, and he is almost sure he doesn’t want to know.

the more he stood next to you, the longer he saw how many times you posed for the camera, wanting to roll his eyes but holding back knowing that would definitely get caught on camera.

you gave a small smile to the camera, turning to logan as you stood next to him. the two of you stood together, nothing more.

logan saw it as awkward, while you thought nothing of it, walking off the red carpet as he followed, quickly finding his team in attempt to avoid speaking to you any longer.

…

it had been an hour and logan hadn’t seen you again sense the introduction. he knew he was bound to be brought back to you again, but he didn’t want to be the cause of it.

logan finally spotted wade, approaching him, trying to pretend that wade wasn’t his comfort person.

“well hello my second favorite furball! i’ve missed you.” wade’s words make logan roll his eyes.

“missed ya too, bub. i barely know anyone here.” logan admits, quietly. he looks around the room to see if he saw anyone else he was comfortable with, but he just saw you in the corner, casually chatting with thor.

wade gasps, beginning to speak loudly on purpose. “the wolverine doesn’t know people-” wade starts but logan covers his mouth, staring daggers into his eyes.

“shut the fuck up. now is not the time.” logan says rather quiet, seeming a bit panicky as wade furrows his eyebrows.

wade goes to say a muffled remark but catches where logan’s distress is coming from. logan slowly lets go of wade’s mouth, watching as wade’s face brightens as if a light bulb had just been placed over his head.

“is billionaire bitch still your opp?”

“stop fucking talking like that.”

wade couldn’t help but giggle. “is it because of tony? he’s trying to make amends, stud muffin. i don’t know why you’re stressed.”

logan goes to respond, but takes a second, actually processing. “i- i don’t know why i’m stressed either if im being honest.”

wade smiled, appreciating the fact that his friend was actually processing his feelings instead of pushing away. that was something wade had taught logan, which was something wade had learned from his therapist.

“logan, you can’t hate the avengers forever. we’re gonna be forced to work with them. and as much as you may hate the starks, i’ve already looked at the first mission list and you’re partnered up with stark’s daughter.”

logan practically chokes on his champagne as wade speaks his last sentence. logan didn’t know whether to be curious or incredibly annoyed.

“oh, fuck me…” logan complains, rubbing his forehead.

wade holds back a giggle, “oh, i’m sure she will.”

with a smack to wade’s arm, the two boys noticed you and your father making your way over to them. logan almost cussed out tony in his head.

tony walked up, you not far behind your father, you have wade a side hug and gave logan a hand shake, that was strangely quick. tony smiled his millionaire smile. “thank you guys for joining us tonight. so glad you could make it, and i’m so happy we can finally kill this little rivalry.”

you knew your dad was being fake, but it wasn’t your place to say anything, especially when it was against wolverine and deadpool.

logan spoke the words, “i’m happy to be here,” but his face showed different, which earned him a smack in the arm from wade.

“i bet. we have a lovely spread of finger foods and you’re more than welcome to help yourself to some more champagne. would’ve told you how expensive it was before you decided to chug it all, however that’s okay.”

logan literally bit his tongue to stop himself from retaliating. if it was really okay as tony offered, tony wouldn’t care of the price.

after a few more dreadful minutes of banter between the two, and many side eye looks between you and wade, tony walked away, leaving just you, wade and logan.

which wade quickly saw himself out. “i’m gonna go find the woman with the magic hands, been dying to meet her. you two fartknockers try not to kill each other, okay?” his voice seemed so sarcastic but wasn’t, which made you almost smile.

wade walked away and left the two of you there. logan sighed as you started talking.

“you know, you don’t have to avoid me, logan.”

logan’s eyes shot up into yours. he wasn’t avoiding you. was he? “excuse me?”

you almost huffed, watching as his body tensed up. you stood up straight, even though you were still a bit shorter than him. “logan. i am not my father.”

your words cause logan to scoff. logan knew you weren’t your father. he just saw you as an exact replica of your bloodline. he didn’t want to say that right to your face, but you noticed he was processing a response, so you ignored the awkward silence and let him get his thoughts in order.

“obviously, you’re not him. your father is a 55 year old billionaire with a mustache. however you two are more similar than you think.”

his words make you think for a minute, deciding to keep the conversation a bit flirty, as much as you convinced yourself it wasn’t a good idea.

“listen, my father and i are just like you and wade. one is the caustic, sassy fighter who never knows when to quit. and the other is the hot one who simply follows the other's example.” your remarks force his brow to furrow.

out of the long phrase you just said, logan only processed one thing. “did you just call me hot?”

you smiled, batting your eyelashes before answered. “no, i called myself hot. you just happened to assume we’re similar, proving my point.”

logan hated how self centered you were. key word, hated. logan slowly realized how attractive your confidence was, but covered it up through his grunts and complaints of how stuck up you were. you weren’t wrong at all. you were hot, and there was nothing he could do about it.

logan rolled his eyes, “of course. you evil woman.” his words were half sarcastic, but you smiled, quickly remarking to his comment.

“you can call me evil, lo, but you can’t call me ugly.” and with that you walked away, leaving him there in his thoughts for the second time that night.

logan huffed. he would be lying if he said your words didn’t get to him. but he couldn’t. he was over half your age, and your father was the one person on this earth he couldn’t stand.

…

the first mission was the hardest. you and logan didn’t agree on much, the two of you couldn’t even decide on what food the team should get after the mission.

with each mission, logan felt his hatred for you slowly slipping away. as much as he tried to keep it because of who your father was, he couldn’t help but secretly adore you. your confidence, your skills, your remarks.

when you shared missions, logan was always paired with you. wade was sometimes there, but sometimes it was just the two of you. logan was the muscles, while you were the brains.

as much as he hated that, each mission he found it easier and easier to protect you. at first, he almost didn’t want to, so that way you could possibly learn your lesson.

then, by the third mission, he was protecting you like you were his own. you noticed those changes, knowing you were slowly getting to the man.

it was the aftermath of the fifth mission. all the avengers and x-men rented out a hotel through tony’s card. it was a smaller one, but was able to fit everybody. each partner was neighbored, but thankfully for logan not in the same room if opposite genders.

so logan was lucky enough to have a room to himself, however, that meant sleeping on his bed, knowing yours was on the opposite side of the wall. the walls weren’t exactly thick, which made it harder for him to keep himself together.

he felt filthy as he listened to your phone conversation with one of your friends. he refrained his interest and was just laying in his bed, reading a book when something you said striked his interest.

he assumed your friend asked about the person you were partnered up with, because as soon as your name left his mouth he couldn’t help but listen.

“yeah, i’m with logan.” he perked up, placing a book mark into his book before placing it onto his nightstand. he felt creepy listening in on your conversation, but convinced himself he had every right because he heard his name.

he heard nothing but mumbles from your friend, before he heard you speaking again.

“yeah, i can’t even lie, everytime i walk past him i just… there’s just something about him being my dad’s least favorite person that makes me want him even more.”

logan was at a loss for words. you wanted him? no. you couldn’t. he was practically forbidden. he felt like a pervert at the fact that his pants were tightening.

the friend laughed, and logan was not tuned out from your conversation, wondering what should be done from there. he quickly reminded himself that was your private conversation that he wasn’t supposed to hear, so what he knows must remain a secret.

…

logan usually wasn’t one to get much sleep, especially during the nights during missions, and especially only hours ago he found out you had the hots for him.

it was around two in the morning. he tossed and turned, trying to figure out what he should do.

he paused, throat feeling dry. he stood, throwing on his pajama pants, not bothering to wear a shirt before he left his hotel room, walking down the single set of stairs to the mini den, where there was a small kitchen and some lounge chairs.

he unintentionally scanned the room, catching you sitting in one of the lounge chairs, book in hand and your reading glasses sat low on your nose.

he swallowed his spit, walking over the the cupboard and grabbing a small glass, filling it with clean tap water from the sink.

the noise of the water running through the sink brought you from your reading trance, you took your glasses from your face and set your book down, finally noticing logan’s presence.

you slowly stood up, and logan tried to ignore your actions. looking out the window above the sink and quickly downing his water.

before he could leave the room you stopped him. “got somewhere to be?” your words made him sigh, head falling down as he turned his body to you.

he shook his head, realizing his attempt to avoid you was unsuccessful. you gave him your signature smile, not breaking eye contact even though he was tempted to.

“just tired.” his eyes tell different. he wasn’t tired at all. just couldn’t sleep. he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to now that he was down here with you.

“why are you lying to me? why are you avoiding me?” your words slow down as you mention him avoiding you, making sure your sentence really sinks in to his mind.

you couldn’t help but eye his shirtless figure, noticing how defined his abs we’re and feeling yourself become wet because of how manly he looked.

he notices your eyes and gulps, you watch his adams apple bob, and he suddenly realizes he needs to not look like a fucking pussy, even though he feels like one.

“why do you care?” his voice is back to his usual raspy. there’s your boy. you smile, finally recognizing he was back to the grumpy man you know and forbiddingly wanted.

“am i supposed to not care because my dad doesn’t? because i’ve told you many times. i am not my father.”

logan couldn’t help but search your body up and down. his act of checking you out, which you caught, makes your smile grow. “clearly not.” logan murmurs.

you eyebrows raise, your eyes never leaving his. “is that flirty comment leaving your mouth?” your words make him almost stutter but he takes a deep breath to stop himself from being vulnerable around you.

“no. it’s only flirting if you take it that way. i’m not flirting with you. i can’t.” logan’s last words make you curious. was he not flirting because he didn’t want to, or cause he couldn’t?

“you can’t? cause of my dad? fuck who my dad is. as much as i love him he’s gotten in the way of almost everything i’ve wanted that didn’t follow his path for me. i’m not letting him ruin this for me.” his breath quickened as you continued, “sometimes a girl needs to be taken care of. no matter who it is..”

your words make his eyes widen. he didn’t even know what to say.

we’re you flirting with him? he knew based on your phone call earlier that you wanted him because of the thrill it brought. but was that the only reason? did you actually want him?

“is that right?” his voice is low, trying to hide his desperation, and his words make you realize you’ve got him. he’s slowly letting down his forbidden barrier.

which is exactly what you wanted.

you step closer to him. “exactly right.” you were so close to him, only a few inches from his face, his husky breath fanning your face, you were able to smell his minty toothpaste from when he brushed his teeth just a few hours before.

you smiled, trailing a hand down his arm, watching satisfied as he shivered beneath your touch. “feels good, doesn’t it?”

logan backed up, finally letting his head reprocess what was happening. “no. y/n. we can’t. we can’t.” he repeats, and you can’t tell if he’s convincing you, or himself.

"why not? cause of my dad? don't you want to anger him? make him mad? isn't that what you've always wanted? well his daughter is standing right here, begging you to take care of her, to show her how she deserves to be taken care of."

logan almost moans at the thought. you step closer to him again, hand running down his arm.

you watched as he shivered, but instead of stepping back this time, he leans into your touch.

he sighs, your touch calming his nerves. he looks down at you, jaw clenching. "i'm.. too old for you. you deserve someone younger."

his words almost make you scoff in disagreement, and you couldn't help but disagree more with him.

"younger? all the guys my age are either assholes or taken, logan. i need someone older, to take care of me, to show me what it's like to be treated right, and fucked good. wouldn't you rather that that be you, rather than another man your age?"

it's like you knew just what to say, because he was standing there, as his dick hardened in his pants at your words.

he wanted you so bad. he didn't know what to say. he wanted to protest, for your sake, all he knew is that he wanted you so fucking bad.

your name tumbles from his lips, trying to think of what to say next.

“don’t tell me we can’t. because we can. we can do whatever we fucking want. we’re adults, aren’t we, lo?”

he sighs as the nickname slips from your mouth, he bites his lip, looking down at you, searching your eyes for any hesitation. he found none. just pure lust. he almost moaned as you gazed into his eyes, pupils dilating slightly.

“we are.” is all he says, eyes looking from your pupils, down to your lips. he licked his, eyes sharpening as he perked up.

you smiled up at him, batting your eyelashes, practically daring him to make the first move.

you decided to tease him a bit more, knowing exactly how to irritate him.

“i could always, go find another older guy to take care of me.” your words caused him to growl, slightly, jaw clenching at the thought of you with another boy, let alone an older guy.

“hell no. you’re mine.” his words make you smile, your expression still facing away from him as you turned your head, raising your eyebrows at him.

“i’m yours?” your words slightly questioning him, “prove it.”

at that moment, logan felt all his control slipping away.

the moment he’d been waiting for had finally come, he could finally devour you the way he had dreamed about many nights before.

you started to walk away, but he grabbed your arm, pulling you back in his direction and turning you around.

his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, his other on your waist, bringing you closer and finally connecting your lips with his.

he moaned into the kiss, knowing this was the moment he’d been waiting for. his lips were hungry, he was hungry.

logan let his hands roam along your body, both going down to grab your ass, squeezing and chuckling as you squealed into his mouth, taking that as his chance to slide his tongue into your mouth, touching yours.

he couldn’t help but moan as your lips wrapped around his tongue, sucking on it.

your eyes looked at his. causing his body to tremble at how dirty you were being.

he quickly squeezed your ass again, as the two of you continued to kiss, spreading your legs and picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“who knew you were so fucking naughty.” he whispered against your lips, pecking them after speaking then setting you onto the counter.

he stood in between your legs, hands running up your thighs, noticing how short your sleep shorts really were.

he kissed you again, kissing your jaw and continuing down your neck.

he made out with the sensitive skin just below your chin, panting as your head fell back gently against the cupboard.

his hands slowly went under your t-shirt, nails running against your torso, and up to your chest, squeezing, hearing as you moaned, quickly bringing one out and covering your mouth.

“gotta stay quiet, sugar. wouldn’t want your father hearing and getting curious.”

you moan into his hand, and he just chuckles at you, enjoying how needy you’re being just for him. he’s grunting against your skin, his hand moving faster than his brain.

he tries to ignore the fact his dick is practically leaking in his pants as his hand runs up your thigh, closer and closer to your core.

his face is still in your neck, as his hand pushes your shorts and underwear aside, his other still around your mouth to silence your sounds.

he quickly slips a finger in your pussy, smiling into your neck as he feels you moan into his hand. he pressed a kiss against your neck, as he wasted no time, thumb rubbing against your clit as his finger penetrated your hole.

he stuck another finger in, loving the fact he had you trembling under him. his two fingers curved inside of you, watching as your thighs shook at his unexpected action.

you whined into his hand, almost biting down onto his fingers.

he noticed that and removed his hand for a brief second before slipping his fingers into your mouth.

his lips moved from your neck to your ear. “god, look at you, letting my fingers stuff two of your holes,” he moaned around your fingers, smiling to himself as he shoves them down your throat.

his fingers leave your mouth after making you gag, his other set of two fingers still inside your pussy.

his other hand went to your neck, holding it as he licked a long stripe up and kissed it, nibbling on your soft skin.

“fuck, if your dad walked down right now and saw how much of a slut you’re being for me. would piss him off so bad, wouldn’t it, sugar.”

his words made you bit your lip, holding back your whimpers and whines as his fingers relentlessly pounded into you.

you finally let out a whimper, causing his smile to grow, his fingers leaving your pussy, leaving you slightly stretched out.

he placed a sweet, quick kiss to your lips before slipping you off the counter and into his arms, carrying you bridal style.

he walked you upstairs to his hotel room, kicking the door open then kicking it closed behind him.

“sweet girl couldn’t handle being quiet, felt too fucking good didn’t it?”

he set you down, forcing you to stand, sitting himself on the bed. he unintentionally manspread, holding himself up on his elbows. “come on sugar. strip for me.”

his words only encouraged you, smiling as you took off your shirt in a teasingly slow manner, leaving you in your lace bra and skimpy pajama shorts.

he bit his lip, eyeing you up and down. normally you’d feel intimidated, but you’d been waiting for this moment for weeks. there was no time to be intimidated by him.

you smiled as you slowly slid your shorts down your legs, revealing the matching panties, causing his head to fall back.

“a matching set? you planned this, didn’t you?”

all the dots connected in his head and he couldn’t help but moan at the thought of you planning to seduce him, and the fact you wanted him that bad to make a whole plan.

he brought his hand up, using his two fingers to signal you closer. without a word you stepped closer to him.

you straddled his body, leg wrapping around his waist, before you move his elbows and push him back onto the bed.

he moaned as you did so, looking up at you with wide eyes. “oh? is that how we’re feeling, sugar?” his words only made your confidence grow, palms resting on each of his pecks.

you tilted your head slightly, bringing one hand down to his pants, slowly palming the sensitive area you were sitting on.

“yeah, don’t act like it doesn’t turn you on, either. i feel you through your pants. your little friend here’s practically screaming for me to touch him.”

your hand palms him, slowly gaining speed as logan feels his breath hitch, heart skipping a beat. the friction of your hand manipulating his clothed dick only made him harder, head falling back onto the bed, as his back arched like a slut.

the material of his pajama pants stimulating his cock in all the right places.

at this point your cunt was sticky, logan could almost feel it through the two articles of clothing, forgetting the fact yours was extremely thin.

“feels good, doesn’t it? you were already so fucking hard, lo. does it turn you on that i’m so much younger than you? that this is forbidden?” your words only make his hips buck into your hand, mouth falling open.

you smiled grew, biting your lip as you watched his desperate. “god, it does, doesn’t it? you gonna let me ride you?”

logan moaned and nod his head, “if i’m not inside you within the next ten seconds i’m flipping you over and fucking you myself.” his words made you moan, losing your dominance, feeling the sudden need for him to demolish you.

“really, you don’t want me to sit on your face?” logan’s mouth watered at your words, quickly changing his mind.

he moaned, “wait, fuck yes. give it to me. come here and sit on my fucking face.”

you stood off him, slowly taking off your panties, then bracing yourself and climbing back on top of him, slowly making your way up to his face. you smiled, seeing logan’s desperate expression, as if he needed your pussy in order to live. he yearned for you, and it made you wetter at the sight.

you slowly hovered over his face, lowering onto his mouth, moaning as soon as his nose rubbed against your clit.

his tongue immediately went to your hole, tongue fucking you. you couldn’t help but squirm, moaning again as you felt his arms wrap around your thighs, holding you onto his face.

logan is loving the desperate way you try to bite your lip to keep yourself from being too loud, as if anyone was up at this hour.

"eating me so fucking good," you moan out, feeling as logan moans against your cunt, your words were like fuel to him, and he found himself bucking his hips at nothing because of how beautiful and desperate you sounded.

you adored how eager he was for you, causing you to scream as he moved his tongue quicker, eventually moving his entire face after noticing your liking for his nose on your clit.

he was getting so into it, being so messy, pussy clenching around his tongue, but he slowly removed his arms from your legs, lifting you off his face, then down to his abs, uninstall sitting your clit onto his hard abs, causing you both to moan.

“fuck, need you to cum on my dick, you can cum on my face later. i need you now. need you to ride me so good.”

logan moaned out as you quickly moved down, pulling down his pants and boxers, and with no warning, quickly sinking onto his dick.

logan moaned out slightly louder than you, making your smile grow.

you slowly took your hair out from the ponytail it was in, letting it fall down. logan looked up at you in awe, watching as you started to ride his cock.

“i’ve imagined this so many times, and god, nothing is better than it actually happened. you’re so fucking beautiful.”

you smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips, cupping his cheek before placing your hands to his v-line, using his hot body to brace yourself as you rode his thick cock.

as you began to bounce, logan was a moaning mess. he started fucking up into you, “come on sugar, ride it.”

his words of encouragement made your moans become louder. he smiled up at you, his hands now holding your hips, holding you in place as he fucked up into you.

“that’s it, baby. take it, take my fucking cock. so fucking tight around me.” he eyes moved from your glowing body, down to your pussy, practically sucking his dick in.

“look at you, sucking me in so good, like she was made for me. fuck.” he looked at your stomach, practically seeing a bulge move in and out of you.

“can see me in your tummy, fuck,” he points out, and you look down and moan. you smiled at him, watching his glistening body, as sweat droplets formed on his forehead.

“god that’s so hot, you’re so fucking big. told you i needed an older guy to take care of me.”

his name tumbles from your lips, he sees you in your desperate state. the two of you both feel your climaxes reaching closer, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer if he kept talking to you like that.

“good fucking girl.” his voice was so low and raspy, you couldn’t help but moan.

logan enjoyed the fact he had tony stark’s daughter currently bouncing on his cock, begging for more. it was forbidden, and the thought alone almost made him cum.

“you keep talking to me like that i’m gonna cum,” your voice is desperate and needy, and that turns him on to the max, slowly feeling himself reach the edge. he grunts, jaw clenching, feeling himself go almost animalistic, he grunts through his teeth.

“come on sugar. that’s it. cum on my fucking cock. riding me so fucking good i’m gonna cum myself. want you to moan so loud tony hears you from the floor below and knows his arch nemesis is fucking his daughter. wanna see my cum spill out of this sweet little pussy of yours.”

his words carry you over the edge, as he continues to talk you through it. “that’s it, bub, i’m so fucking close. this pretty little pussy is sucking me in so good, yeah i feel you clenching. dick so good it has you trembling, huh, sugar?” you cum on his cock, legs shaking as you stop bouncing, but logan grabs your hips and drills into you, chasing his own climax.

you feeling extremely overstimulated, you couldn’t control your whimpers and whines and how loud you were. logan finally came with you, mouth falling open as he grunted, moaned, and even almost whimpered.

your eyes scrunch shut, when you finally are able to open them you see logan under you, body glistening in sweat, his eyes closed shut and his head pushed back into the pillows, holding your hips so tight, like if he lets you go you’ll leave.

you smile as you come down from your high, logan quickly following you, his smile growing as his eyes meet yours again.

“that what you meant when you said take care of you?” his cocky words make you smack his bare chest, slowly pulling off him, your cum and his cum slowly spilling out of you, getting both of your attention.

“fuck, that’s so fucking hot,” logan mumbled under his breath.

you almost moaned again, feeling empty as you pull his cock out of your pussy, the cum dripping onto his v-line and abs, making your smile grow.

“yes, this is what i meant. fucked me so good.” you giggled, going to get up but logan flipped you over gently and pushed you down onto the bed.

“lay here, sugar. i’ll clean you up.”

logan grabs a damp, warm rag from the bathroom of his hotel room, bringing it to you and wiping up the cum, once you’re fully clean he tosses it into the hamper across the room. he goes to his bag, grabbing one of his shirts and walking over to you.

he smiles and carefully brings it over your head, finding your tired state adorable.

once you have the shirt on, you lay down in the bed, pulling the covers over you sleepily, as he puts his pajama pants back on, climbing back into bed next to you.

…

the next morning, logan isn’t in bed with you, you check the time and it’s about 10am. your mission didn’t start for another few hours, so you decided to go downstairs and get yourself some of the hotel breakfast.

you slipped on some sleep shorts and slowly walked out of your room, down the stairs and into the kitchen where breakfast was being served.

you walked over to the counter, putting waffle batter into the waffle maker and turning around, trying to find your dad within the many avengers and x-men sat around the mini tables, but when you saw almost everyone staring at you, some with their mouths slightly open, you became confused.

you turned to see your dad, tony, sat at a table with steve, thor and bruce.

tony almost gasped as you turned around and continued making your waffle, not caring how loud he was.

“why the fuck does the last name on the back of you shirt say howlett.” as soon as your dad reveals that information, you avoid turning back around to face him.

logan smiles from his seat, watching as tony slowly turns to look at him at the table near him.

tony’s eye twitches as he looks over at logan. logan unfortunately cant hide his amused expression, almost giggling at the situation, watching as wade walks into the room, also noticing the back of your shirt.

wade jumps up and down, clapping his hands together. “is that logan’s shirt! omg, they finally fucked!”

bruce and thor can’t help but giggle to each other, as steve holds in his laugh.

tony eyes shoot from wade to logan, practically shaking from how mad he was. it was something logan wanted to take a picture of and remember forever.

“you stuck your dick in my fucking daughter!?” tony’s loud, obviously unhappy voice made you slowly turn around, you and logan making eye contact trying not to break into laughter.

“am i the only one furious at this? why the fuck are you all fucking laughing!?” tony shouts, standing up, almost spilling his coffee all over the table.

…

a/n: don’t forget to comment and tell me your thoughts ;)

[womanofwords]

Darling Demon (Part 17)

Yandere!batfam x betrothed!neglected!male!reader x yandere!demon!spouse

TW: sex stuff without actual sex, making out, exploring kinks.

From that moment on, Azrir would take you into their pocket dimension on a daily basis for long and humiliating 'sex education sessions'. The first thing they had you do was read the Kama Sutra cover to cover. All of this would be accompanied by flirting, groping, and rampant taunting.

"How does it feel, Y/N?" Azrir asked you, in between kisses. "Does it feel good to know that the big, mean demon won't let you escape from their love?"

"Yes," you moaned. You were helpless, and yet you didn't want to be saved.

"Such an adorable little toy. I'll make sure you survive our first encounter."

That snapped you out of your amorous haze. "Survive?" you whimpered.

"Yes, Y/N, survive. Some demons are too rough with their humans and have them for too long, meaning they get hurt, pass out, or die during sex. Granted, the deaths are from exhaustion, but I need to make sure that doesn't happen to you. And this will help me do that." They brought in a giant barrel with a tap on the side, a single cup on top of it.

"What is in that thing?"

"It's a potion meant to increase libido and stamina of humans chosen to be a demon's spouse so they can keep up with whoever they are bound to. On the day you want to lose your innocence, you will drink a cup of this and wait for five minutes."

"Five minutes? That's . . . not very long."

"This potion was given to me when I won you and was created by other lust demons. I'm surprised there is even a waiting period." Azrir put the barrel down and led you away from it. "Keep away from there, Y/N. If you drink that before you're ready, you'll end up with terrifyingly strong urges that you won't be able to control. Your first time should be of your own volition."

"Why are you dragging me back to our bed?"

"Our bed is an altar of worship, and I need to do some worshipping."

"What are you even worshipping?"

Azrir grinned as they scooped you up. "You."

*_*_*_*_*_

"Well, things seem to be going smoothly with that mystery caller," Bruce said. "And she seems to really like you, Y/N."

"Yes, I suppose she does," you said, face flushing. "She . . . is very fond of me."

"And the best part is that Azrir hasn't been seen since. They've backed off since she came! This is great!" Dick cheered. Your siblings and father congratulated you, while you tried not to laugh in their faces.

Nobody ever sees Peter Parker when Spiderman's around.

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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟'𝗦 𝗞𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡 - 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵. 𝘰𝘯𝘦

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pairing. batfam x batsis!reader + platonic!matt murdock x batsis!reader

warnings. swearing, child neglect, mentions of an accident that makes you blind, canon/typical violence, nothing goes with comics, OOC matt murdock

wc. 1.2k

Jason had disappeared again, where to, no one knew. All that you had been told was he and Bruce had another one of their many fights, this time it had gotten physical.

You had only found out weeks after his disappearance. Having been in New York for the last two weeks.

You were amused to find out that he hadn’t actually left Gotham, instead he was sitting across from you munching down his burger, the sounds made were disgusting and you thanked whatever God out there that you couldn’t see it.

You listened with a smile as your older brother rambled on about how pissed off he was at Bruce, your unseeing eyes hidden behind a pair of tinted circular glasses.

The glasses were new, not the fact you were wearing them, just the fact that instead of them bearing the usual black tint you often wore it was now a dark purple.

Jason was the only sibling you confided in with your newest secret, a new name whispered amongst Gotham crooks and villains. He was against it at first, completely against it but when he saw you fight finally. His mind was changed.

If you learnt this much in two weeks, what could you do if you had two months. Or two years?

Jason wouldn’t this but he could see the Bruce in you, how quickly and how resilient you were becoming. Someone who could match the Batman in skill despite not having sight, he’d stick by to help you figure all that stuff out.

So for now Jason would support your decision, help you from behind the computer for now until he’d be ready to come back as Red Hood. But for now he could settle with lunch dates with his little sister during the day and helping you kick ass during the night.

“So, you going back to New York so this Murdock guy can train you more?” Jason asked with a mouth full of burger and you grimaced at the sound of his chewing.

“I might not if I’m going to be hearing your chewing in more detail from now on.” You grumbled, reaching out for your milkshake. Jason snorted in response, swallowing down his food.

“You can hear that?” He asks intrigued.

You only nodded in response, before shrugging. “‘S not much. Matt can heat heartbeats, but he said if i continue focusing and blocking out noises I don’t need to hear I’ll get there soon enough.”

Jason nodded along, you assumed by the sound of hair ruffling.

“So what can you hear so far?” He asked.

“Breathing, chewing, things far away sometimes, i can hear more sometimes and then other times i can’t hear anything at all.”

Jason hums, pausing to watch you, “you look happier.” He blurts out, “i mean compared to how you were, stashed away in the manor.”

You hide your smile behind the milkshake and Jason smiles, “I’m glad.”

———

“Breathe,” Matt instructs, hands on your shoulders. “Focus on his heartbeat, ignore mine, find him.”

Your breathing evens out, and Matt can hear your heart slow down, relaxing from your earlier training as you tried to find the heartbeat of the other man in the room. “I can’t—” you try to complain.

“Do it,” Matt repeats, “focus.”

Then you hear it, another heartbeat echoing through your ears coming from your, “left.” You mutter and Matt grins, ruffling the top of your head.

“That’s creepy,” Peter’s voice calls out, “it’s like there’s two of you now.” His footsteps get closer, stopping right in front of you.

“I should properly introduce the two of you,” Matt says. “Peter this is y/n Wayne. Kid, this is Peter Parker, he’s Spider-Man.”

"Spider-man?" You snorted, "what, were there no other names available?"

Peter groaned, crossing his arms like a pouty child. "Shut up," he grumbled.

"breaks over," Matt calls out and now its your turn to groan, all morning since you got back to New York he's been training you.

Starting with sitting silently in one place and picking out quieter sounds and now you were training to fight more.

Because no way in hell was Matt going to let you fight freely in Gotham city without further extensive training. So for now, you were getting your ass handed to you, and it sucked.

———

Bruce started at the screens in front of him, the sound of his youngest sons sparing in the background didn’t phase him, he was getting irritated with the new presence in Gotham. Some newbie calling themselves Duchess, a who had never crossed paths with him by some miracle.

actually it seemed every time Bruce arrived on scene, the Duchess just disappeared, as if she had some sixth sense for him. There was limited footage of her too, just little blurs of shitty CCTV cameras of a girl with a bandana tied around her eyes and in full black. Hands wrapped in black bandages, any distinguished features covered up, leaving the possibilities of her identity to thousands of candidates.

The only other thing Bruce had on her being her constant travel between Gotham and New York, specifically Hell’s Kitchen. But he got no leads from there, other than the Duchess being in cahoots with the Daredevil and his allies.

So, after hours of analysing footage, names and failing to hack into SHEILD’s servers, the only thing Bruce had gotten was that this Duchess being; female and lives in Gotham or New York.

“Nothing?” Dick’s voice comes from beside him, arms crossed as he leans back against the desk, sweating as he had just returned from patrol with Cass and Steph.

Bruce grunts in response and Dick takes it as a yes, “damn.” He mutters with a sigh, “well I’m heading home. I need sleep and I have work in the morning,” Dick says, stretching his arm, patting his shoulder as he heads up the stairs and out of the cave.

Was he actually heading home? No. He was off to do his own investigation about this Duchess. Hopefully he’d actually find something.

———

Navigating Gotham was easy when you had the heartbeats of the people who you want to avoid memorised. But New York? Not so easy, the streets were louder, busier, people walked around freely and not in quiet groups armed with knives to avoid being attacked.

At first the noises were overwhelming to your senses, but overtime you had learnt how to block out certain sounds, like cars, random clicking, rats, water, the unimportant things. And the noise became more bearable, you could tell the difference between human heartbeats and animal ones.

“This way,” Matt spoke, jumping over building to building with you following closely behind.

He had talked about getting you a suit made but until then the outfit you had on currently would do fine. The sounds of Peter’s webshooters were in the background, “are you sure about this? I mean she’s still new to this, taking her out on patrol might be a bad idea.” Peter spoke, trying to be a voice of reason.

“I’m sure,” Matt says his voice distorted due to the sound of an explosion in the background, the smell of smoke filling your noses.

“That can’t be good,” you mutter, nose scrunching at the smell.

“Definitely not,” Peter nods in agreement before the three of you head over towards the scene.

—tbc

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

[angelyuji]

Hi Izzi! I really like the stepcest thing

Maybe you can write about slightly dark step... brother(? Peter Parker? Him always looking at the reader and getting too close to her, reader's dad not realizing something's wrong cause he's still in the "honeymoon phase" part of the relationship with May

Peter being love-struck always wanting to smell your hair/touch you in some way/spend time with you

RAHHWHHAHHAHDHHRHWJ UR COOKING WITH GASS

step bro!peter x gn!reader

tw // implied noncon (under the cut), stepcest, manipulation, gaslighting, semi-public sex (also under the cut), shitty actual father so... yeah

18+!!!!!

you knew of peter, but you guys never really crossed paths before in high school. your dad had been dating some mystery woman, but told you that he wasn’t ready for her to meet you. and before long, you leave for college and come back in the summer to find out your dad’s mystery gf is now his fiancé who is peter parker’s aunt/guardian??? you’re completely blindsided when you get home and find out that, not only did may and peter MOVE IN, but you’re sharing a room with peter 😭😭 (since you're gone for most of the year and peter commutes from home, they thought it would be better for you both to share) (they also just wanted to convert the spare bedroom into an office for may.... so you see where your father's priorities lie)

your dad is sooo in love that when you complain about it, he tells you “please, kiddo, your old man is so happy. can you try to make it work?” and gives a sad old man look to make you fold.

step-bro peter def steals your clothes while you’re taking a shower, so you’re forced to come into the room in a towel or ask for his help. he def just steals ur clothes too. he’s the type to be super touchy when you’re near him, smelling you, holding your hand, and “accidentally” grazing your chest or ass. don’t bother telling ur dad tho cuz he’ll just say that peter’s making the effort to be family and you’re being rude.

i have a couple thoughts/scenerios….

one) its movie night and ur sitting at the end of the couch and peter sits next to you. the two of u are sharing a blanket. (may and dad next to him) you’re starting to fall asleep, eyes fluttering closed, when you feel a hand on your thigh. you look down to see peter’s hand on ur thigh, but when you look at him, he’s staring straight ahead at the movie. you try to move ur thigh, but he pinches your skin, stopping your movement. “what the hell do you think you’re doing.” you whisper.

peter puts a finger to his lips, before whispering back, “i’m just making sure you feel good.” he sees you look at your dad, “you don’t want them to see, do you?” peter moves your leg on to his lap, spreading your legs. you try to close your legs and call your dad when you see him, with may’s head on his shoulder. you close your mouth. he’d just get mad at you for ruining movie night.

two) this whole thing with peter touching you, invading your privacy, stealing your things, etc has been going on for a long time. with how happy may and ur dad have been, you kept quiet. you didn’t want your dad to be upset and you can deal with peter until you graduate. the only time you get a break is when you left for the fall semester, but its right back to business as usual when you’re back for break.

may and ur dad decide to get married summer of your sophomore year. so thanks to wedding stuff, you had gotten a break from peter…. until the day of the wedding. everything goes smoothly, of course, and you make ur speeches with tears in your eyes. thanking may for making your father so happy. peter comes up to the mic, thanking your father for making may happy “and for giving me (y/n), the best sibling i could ever ask for.” he smiles at you, raising his glass to you as everyone applauds peter. you force a smile back.

when everyones dancing and drinking, peter drags you away to a quiet room in the banquet hall. “(y/n), i’ve been waiting a long time for this.” he has you cornered against the wall and before you could look for a way out, he’s kissing you, trapping you between his body and the wall.

“peter, i-i need to go out there. our parents are going to look for us.” you try to move, but peter moves you back to where you were. he pulls you into him and kisses along your shoulder.

“they’re drunk and happy, (y/n). don’t ruin it for them.” peter bites into your shoulder. “now, baby, turn around and bend over.”

RUAHHHAHGAGAHHRHHRHRHRIWANTHIMSOOOBADDDD

icky step bro peter plsss come into my room at night and feel me up becuz ur a depraved virgin PLEASEEEPLEASE

[politemenacephd]

The Surrogate (Part One)

Miguel O'Hara X Peter B. Parker X GN!Reader (+18)

Part two Series Content: Planned pregnancy, Breeding kink, PinV sex, Oral sex, Threesome, Web knotting, Aftercare, Possible Angst/fluff.

Miguel and Peter want a third child, and apparently they've run out of options. That is, except for you, their friend and colleague. They offer to cover everything, and the pay is life-changing. There's just one catch: they went to concieve naturally.

notes: i am working on arachnophilia, shits jst kinda rough, but i started this a while ago, enjoy x

‘You want what?!’

You almost spat out your drink in shock, unsure if you’d really heard what you’d just heard correctly. It was a miracle you didn’t accidentally spit alcohol into your companions faces.

You were sat in a booth at the bar all the spiders went to in Nueva York when off duty. It was pristine and white like almost everything else in this world, with floating tables and neon lights adorning the walls in various space themed shapes.

You’d been here a couple times before yourself, but tonight was different.

You’d been brought here by two of your friends from the Spider Society; Peter, one of the older ones, and Miguel, the head of the entire institute and Peter’s very open partner. They’d been incredibly cryptic about why they’d wanted to meet, with Peter simply insisting over and over that it was important, that they needed you to hear them out, and though you’d rolled your eyes a bit as he followed you around the HQ like a lost dog you’d eventually relented to his pleading.

You were now very aware of why they’d been so cryptic.

As you wiped away the small dribble of drink left sliding down your chin, Miguel and Peter continued to watch you in silence. Miguel was fixed with his usual sombre expression while Peter beamed at his side, hands clasped on the table in an inviting, open manner. It was the strangest contrast.

‘Just, think about it!’ Peter said. ‘That’s all we’re asking!’

‘No, no—wait, so I heard correctly?’ you stammered. Peter and Miguel shot each other a look before turning back to you in unison. After some nudging from Peter, Miguel forced a similar patient smile onto his face.

‘Yes. You, heard correctly’ he said. You gabbed at them both.

‘I—So, you, want me to be your surrogate?’ you repeated dumbly. The two men nodded.

‘W…. why?’ you asked, your voice audibly wheezing as you darted between the two. The two men just glanced at each other. They seemed almost dumbfounded that you would ask such a question, like they hadn’t anticipated your immediate acceptance.

‘Well, we… We love the girls, so much, and—we just, we want another one’ Peter said. ‘It’s all we talk about at home! Every night, how May and Gabi deserve a sibling, and—recently they started talking about it too, and—we can’t tell them no!’

‘But, I mean—sure, that’s great, but Why me? Why are you coming straight to me? Have you guys ruled out adoption, or… I mean I’m just, surprised? Or, confused? Definitely confused’ you replied slowly.

‘Ah, no, we haven’t… ruled it out, per say’ Peter said with a shrug. ‘Just—it’s, hard to work out adoption when uh—’

‘Peter isn’t from this universe’ Miguel bluntly interrupted. You could hear the slight sadness in his voice. ‘And—with my genetics, and my background, it—the government would never allow it.’

‘Oh… Oh, I see. But, why me then?’ you stammered. You were on good terms with the two men, that was true enough, but you hadn’t thought you were this close. It was so out of left field as well.

‘We—ran an analysis on whose genetics would be best suited for the role’ Miguel muttered. You noticed that he looked embarrassed to be admitting this. ‘Because of what happened to me, how my DNA was spliced, it’s tricky. I’m not genetically compatible with a lot of people. You were, one of five candidates, and we believed you were the best.’

You couldn’t help but wonder who the other candidates were, but more so you were stuck on the idea of needing to be genetically compatible. You knew Miguel was unusual, but, that unusual?

‘So, you came to me first, huh?’ you asked, lightly stirring your drink.

‘Yes!’ Peter hissed. He was leaning in over his lap with his fists tucked to his chest, his eyes wide and desperate. ‘Yes! Because we trust you!’

You couldn’t help but smile at his sweet insistence. ‘Hey, guys, I like you too, but—’

‘We’ll compensate you’ Peter insisted. ‘We will! Miguel will pay WHATEVER you want. The entire time we’ll pay for housing, food, medical care. You will be absolutely safe. And, along with that, we’ll give you a full payment after the babies born as thanks! We’ll—’

‘Hey, hey, woah!’ You raised your hands to try and slow the man down as he began physically crawling over the table in his excitement. Miguel grunted and silently grabbed his collar, dragging him back to his seat. Peter squirmed a little in his partner’s tight grip. ‘I’m just explaining, I—’

‘Look, that—that’s all amazing. I just—’ You were silenced as Peter reached over once more to slap down a cheque on the table. You darted your eyes at the two men before lifting it up.

‘Holy…. Shit’ you hissed.

It was a lot. A LOT of money. Not so much as to be impossible or unreasonable, but enough to make your stomach drop.

‘I—you’d, give me this?’ you stammered.

‘Yes! For your labour and time’ Peter said. ‘Fair compensation.’

You paused. This amount of money was enough to make a serious, permanent difference in your life. You’d told yourself you could cope, that you could just put up with the status quo, but this changed everything. And what, all you had to do was carry their baby for nine months?

Peter leaned closer. ‘Are you, just not comfortable with pregnancy, or—’

‘No’ you said, eyes still fixed on the cheque. ‘No, it’s—fine, just… Are we, doing this like, casually?’

‘I’m willing to pay for us to both have lawyers. You can choose yours, so you’re comfortable, just bill me ahead of time for the cost. We’ll draft up contracts to be sure no boundaries are broken, and to ensure you have a legal right to what we say we owe you, and of course with clauses to protect your personal autonomy’ Miguel explained. Man, when he talked business he was so commanding, you thought.

‘Huh. Okay. I mean… I, I guess I, would be fine with that’ you muttered back.

‘I understand this would be a large undertaking’ Miguel said, his body leaning a little closer. You watched with wide and curious eyes as his arm came down over the table. You were fixated on the bulge of his bicep, nearly the size of your head now bursting from the seam of his slim fit shirt. It made you a little dizzy, as did the thick, dark hair across his forearm. You watched his calloused fingers drumming on the table, revelling in the clack of his talons.

Peter must have seen you eyeing him because he rushed to hide his smug smile. He knew you were giving in.

‘I’m taking it seriously. You will be compensated, you will be cared for. I just need to know that you understand what you’re getting into. We… Trust you, well enough. That’s why we’re asking you. We trust that you’d have our best interests as heart, just as we’d have yours’ Miguel said slowly. You nodded.

‘Okay. Sure. So, do we do invitro, or—’

The way their faces changed caused you to stutter on your words. They glanced at each other, their faces strained, as if they dreaded what they had to say next. Miguel pumped his brow once before turning away, leaving Peter to sigh and address you alone. Clearly Miguel didn’t trust himself to deliver whatever the bargain was.

‘We… Ideally, we, would like a… natural, conception’ Peter said, his voice dipping slightly on the word ‘natural.’

You felt all the blood rush from your head, only to rise back up and fill your cheeks with a pulsating warmth. Natural? Conception?

‘So… You, would want to get me pregnant—’

‘Physically. By us’ Miguel said. You hated how you shuddered slightly at his voice, at that smooth, husky, sombre tone. It slid down your ears like silk.

‘It’s just, our preference’ Peter explained with a lopsided smile. ‘Miguel’s not a fan of, sterile environments like an invitro lab, brings back bad memories you know? And—well we don’t like the idea of anyone having access to his genes, or mine, that’s bad news. Plus, it’s less stress on you, theoretically. No doctors poking you, or injecting thing, blegh. You know. You know, of course you know.’

You nodded along slowly as he spoke. I mean, it made sense. You had felt some concern when it was first brought up but they both seemed sincere, like this was just the best option, and they seemed so excited. You decided to continue entertaining this idea.

‘Ah… Sure. So, would it just be, one, of you? Like we work out who we want, or—’

‘Well, I mean, we’re not fussed about who the biological father is’ Peter said, his lip tilting into a shy half-smile. ‘It can be either of us. But, chances of success are higher if, we… both, are, trying.’

You raised both brows as you slowly realized what he was coyly implying. ‘You—so, both of you? You’d, both be having sex with me?’

‘Yyyyeaahh’ Peter said. His dorky smile was so annoyingly sweet, you thought glumly, especially on such a handsome face. You always struggled to say no to him. ‘It’s just, like we said, ensure it happens quicker.’

‘And you’re both fine with this?’

‘Yes! We discussed it before, I made the big guy go to therapy first’ Peter said, playfully tugging on Miguel’s arm as the man stoically stared into the distance. He was putting on a stern face but he was clearly endeared by Peter’s affectionate attitude. ‘Its fine! It’s easier, with you being a friend, because you know us and you respect our relationship already.’

‘I sure do’ you said with a slight laugh.

‘See? Exactly! But yes, we talked about it, we know it’s just business. Well, I mean—not to say, it can’t be fun, I mean that’s what they say right? Making the baby is the fun part—’

‘Peter, please’ Miguel groaned between gritted teeth.

‘What? What! What did I say?’ Peter whined. You stifled your laughter as the two bickered.

‘What I’m saying is, we wouldn’t expect you to just, lie on your back like a brood mare and, uh—just, put up with it’ Peter said in a hushed voice as he returned to you. ‘We’re happy to both be involved, we’re happy to, make sure you’re enjoying yourself too, just—we’ll work out the boundaries.’

Again, you nodded slowly. It was a lot to take in, but they seemed to understand that.

‘Just… Just, gimme a minute’ you asked as you picked up your drink. Miguel nodded while Peter went into a ramble about how fine that was, words which you quickly tuned out as you disassociated into your own thoughts.

It was all happening so fast. You supposed you’d have time after this to work it out, though, They said there’d be contracts drawn up, that would take time. Just… did you want to do this?

Having the baby sounded scary, but as they said it’d be around the clock care. With the head of the spider society and all his equipment on hand it’d be hard to imagine something going wrong. You did also trust the two of them, they were your friends and had proven themselves to be good men. Well, most of the time.

And it wasn’t that you were opposed to sleeping with either of them. They were unbelievably attractive, each in their own unique way. Miguel was gorgeous, a top heavy giant with beautiful eyes and such a deep and expressive face, and Peter had that sweet DILF charm about him. They both did, really.

So what was the hang up? Really, WAS there a hang up? It felt like there should be one, but, the more you thought about it, the more you realized you couldn’t find one.

9 months of work was rough, real rough, but you’d be cared for to the max. You’d be paid an extraordinary amount, enough to change your life. You’d be done and over, a clean cut single job once it was done, and supposedly you’d have your own lawyer to ensure you were protected.

Should everything go to plan… It sounded, almost perfect.

You just had to suck up the courage to lie down and let these two men put a baby in you. The moment you contemplated the thought, your face started to heat up, and you rushed to take a drink to cool it down.

“Okay. Ah, can I… Speak?” You asked, awkwardly calling back their attention. The two men turned to you in unison.

“Okay…” you said slowly, before taking another, conclusive breath. “Okay. I’m in. If—”

‘OH! YES, THANK YOU!”

Your response was cut short as Peter flung himself over the table and wrapped you into a bear hug, an embrace so tight that you could barely breath. Miguel simply offered a sympathetic, if slightly exasperated smile over Peter’s back, before helping to claw the man back once more. “Thank you, thank you- oh this means so much to us!” Peter stammered, ignoring your attempts to quiet him. You could feel other people staring across the bar now and it was becoming quite distracting.

“Yeah, yeah, just- Okay, I happy to start the process. I do want that lawyer, uh- not that I don’t trust you guys, but, like you said it’s a big deal’ you said. Miguel grunted approvingly.

‘I wouldn’t have wanted you for the job if you hadn’t accepted that’ he replied, idly glancing at his nails. ‘I’d only accept someone who was, well… Smart enough to set boundaries, even if we are friends.’

‘Right, right. Good. That’s- good’ you said. At this point your mind was racing. You’d accepted the offer, but, what now? It’d probably be a while before any action happened but the sudden, daunting realization that action *would* happen hit you like a truck. You glanced over to where Miguel and Peter were now deep in conversation.

God, they were both huge. Huge. Miguel especially was enormous, nearly 6ft 9 with that thick neck and toned upper torso, the glint of his chiselled collar bone gleaming beneath the neon bar lights. Peter wasn’t as muscular but he was still tall, nearly as tall as Miguel, and he had that quiet, unsuspecting dad-bod strength about him.

You felt your shoulders hunch a little. You had no idea what to expect going forward here, all you knew is that—

‘Hey, sorry, are you gonna finish this those?’

You jumped back to reality to find Peter pointing across you at the table. Your eyes slowly followed his finger, which you realized was pointing at a half-finished bowl of fries you’d got when you arrived after missing dinner. Your eyes shot back up.

‘Uh… I mean, probably not, no’ you said. Peter didn’t say anything more; he just made that sweet, pleading puppy dog face and tilted his head a little. You and Miguel both sighed in unison, but you willingly slid them over to him.

“Oh thank you—” Peter said before his words were turned to garbled mess as he finished the bowl. You turned awkwardly back to Miguel instead. “I’ll send the paperwork over tomorrow” Miguel said, pre-empting your immediate thoughts. “We’re in no rush, so, we’ll work out the details at your pace.” ‘Aha, ah- sure. Thanks. I mean I’m, assuming it’ll be a long process anyway, right?” you replied.

Miguel tilted his head a little. ‘You mean, the pregnancy? Yes, though, I’ve heard it goes quicker than you think. We’ll do all we can to—’

‘OH, no! Not like, the pregnancy specifically” you elaborated, hands now raised. That drew Peter to look up from devouring everyone else’s meal, his eyes curiously fixed on you. Miguel’s stony red gaze remained locked in much the same way.

‘I mean the uh… The, baby making process’ you explained, giving a shrug to try and ease the awkwardness of saying such a thing. Miguel didn’t flinch though; he continued to stare, his head slightly tilted. ‘Like, making a baby can take… months, up to a year even. We’ll have to work around that timeframe I assume’ you said, finishing your point in a rather stilted manner.

Peter turned to look at Miguel. The neon lights were blaring at his back, shadowing his face until his features popped. So sharp, so thick-set, so chiselled. To your surprise, he suddenly smiled in a way you’d never seen before. He gave you a smug, wolfish grin, flashing just an inch of fang.

‘Oh, no. Don’t you worry about that’ he murmured, his voice unnervingly confident. You blinked and watched with a burning core as Miguel leaned forward to finish.

‘It won’t take long at all.’

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Anatomy Class

kai parker x reader

summary: kai + magic + boredom = trouble

tags: high school au, siphoning, magical fingering, masturbation (semi-public)

word count: 1.8k

a/n: i tagged this right next to my dad; you're both 18 in this!

“You have to promise to use this wisely and not get caught with it. Not in school, and certainly not at home,” you reiterate to Kai for maybe the third time in twenty minutes. 

“I know, I know! Trust me, princess, I know the risks.”

“If it runs out, I can give you more, but if my parents suspect something’s up, they’ll find a way to contact yours.”

“But what if I run out before the day’s over and it’s just wasted? If I don’t use it, it drains.”

You sigh. “What are you suggesting?”

“I don’t know… can’t I just play with it a little? I can’t do that much damage during school hours. Worst I could do is make some kid trip over his shoelaces.”

“Kai!”

“I’m kidding! But seriously, Y/N…”

“Okay, I see your point. Do whatever you want with it, just don’t get caught.”

“And if I run out, you’ll give me more?” He hates to sound greedy, but he’s desperate.

“Of course. I can’t imagine what it’s like to not have permanent access, so as little as I use mine, I might as well give it to you.” He nods. “But again, be careful.”

“I will.”

“Okay. We’re coming up on the school now. Take my hand.”

He does, and then you nod to him to siphon. “Tell me when to stop.”

Your hands glow, but it doesn’t hurt. Kai says when he siphons his siblings, it hurts them. But you don’t feel any pain. If anything, your body warms with a tingly, pleasure-like feeling. After about thirty seconds, you start to feel a little dizzy though, and decide that’s a good time to cut him off. 

“Stop.”

He drops your hand immediately. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. No pain, just a little dizzy.”

“Okay,” he confirms. He’d hate to hurt the one person who’s ever given him any love and attention. 

“How do you feel?”

Kai smiles as the magic runs through his veins. He lets out a small moan that settles in the pit of your stomach. “Good,” he finally answers. He then takes the pencil you’ve stuck behind your ear and makes it float in the air. 

“Good,” you say, stopping for a moment to kiss the side of his face. You take your pencil back as the school comes into view. “See you in class?”

“Mhm.” 

The two of you walk up to the doors together, then part ways for your first class. 

You have third period together, but Kai sits all the way in the back, while you’re in the middle row. The teacher assigned the seats, and rudely placed his kids by favoritism: most engaged in the front; most uninterested in the back. Kai’s incredibly smart, but that comes to his disadvantage in school. Most of the lessons are boring; he passes them with flying colors and faces little challenge completing them. He finishes early, or already understands the material, and ends up tapping his foot or fingers during class. Mr. Peters interprets this as disrespect and boredom. 

Today in class, you’re reviewing the different systems in the body. Yet another topic that Kai has practically memorized. The final exam is in three weeks, though with the material being as difficult as it is, Mr. Peters has decided to start studying early. The material isn’t too much of a challenge for you, though Kai still has you beat in that matter. 

The man makes a list of topics on the chalkboard, then slowly goes down his list asking and answering questions about each one. He asks something and the class responds, but every so often, someone asks their own question, and he launches into a huge explanation for it. It’s during one of your classmate’s questions that you suddenly start to feel a heaviness in the bottom of your stomach. 

Immediately, you put a hand to it. Your mind races to think of what could’ve caused it. You hadn’t eaten anything weird that day, nor have you had any aches or pains all week. In the middle of your train of thought, the feeling shifts lower. There’s a pressure traveling south. In the next moment, it feels like circles being rubbed down along your body. Intentional pressure. Kai. 

Your brain provides the reason as soon as you recall your morning: you gave him magic. 

“Do whatever you want with it,” you had told him. 

Well, he sure is now. 

Slowly, you turn to face him. His hands are hidden from sight, inside his desk, but the smile creeping on his face is unmistakable. He’s certainly messing with you. 

Stop, you mouth to him. 

The bastard only winks. 

You turn back around and cross your legs over each other, squeezing them tight. There’s no freaking way he’s doing this in the middle of class. 

The pressure suddenly increases. You can almost feel the pads of his fingers touching you - one on your clit, two brushing your folds. You bite your lip so hard it might bleed. Your hands are clenched into fists underneath the table. 

“Kai, stop,” you think, hoping there’s even a point one percent chance he can read your mind. He doesn’t, though, and if anything, mimics dipping between your folds, feeling your walls. 

“The organs involved in the endocrine system are- Y/N,” your teacher stops mid-sentence to look at you, “are you okay?!”

You release your fists, hoping to look less suspicious. “Yeah. I have a stomach ache. Do you- do you mind if I go to the restroom?”

Mr. Peters hurries to his desk for a hall pass. “Not at all. Go to the nurse if it doesn’t feel better in ten minutes.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you.” You take it and hurry out the door.

You spare a glance at Kai on your way out. He smirks at you when you look at him, but then looks back at his hands, clearly focused. The feeling sharpens, and you dash out the door. 

As soon as you reach the bathroom, you fling yourself against the wall in the nearest stall. You’re still biting your lip not to moan, but don’t fight the need that brings you to unbuckle your belt to relieve some of the built-up tension. Criminally, it seems Kai can still control you despite the distance. You can still feel his finger-pads petting your walls. The pressure is still on your clit, and it only grows by the minute. 

“Fuck,” you mutter, feeling yourself getting close. 

You drop two fingers to your clit, rubbing it yourself. Your knees almost buckle, and you have to push your toes against the edge of the toilet to not slip. 

“Goddammit, Kai.” It’s a whisper, but you really hope no one else is in the bathroom right then. 

You focus on the way he feels on you, as well as the added pressure you’re giving yourself. Within two minutes’ time, you come. It hits you hard. Your knees almost give out, despite the way you tried to hold yourself upright. Your chest heaves; the sensation sends pleasure throughout your whole body. Your vision gets spotty, and soon, your lip starts to bleed. It’s overwhelming in all the best ways. 

After another few seconds, Kai seemingly retracts his fingers. You curse him the minute he does, remembering you’re in school, and you’re supposed to be studying in class right now. 

The moment you get your bearings, you stumble to your feet and towards the sink. You wash your hands and grab onto the solid material to ground yourself; your brain is still swimming in post-high fuzzies. 

“Fuck you, Kai,” you think, again telepathically, hoping he can hear you. If he can, you’d bet your life on the fact that he’s wearing his signature smirk. 

When you finally recover, you make your way back to class. You offer Mr. Peters a half smile and report that most of it is gone. “Must’ve been something I ate this morning,” you lie. 

He replies with his own smile and a nod, and goes back to teaching. 

The moment you sit, you turn to see Kai, who is, in fact, smirking at you. You give him a playful roll of your eyes before turning back to the lesson.

Luckily, that’s his only shenanigan for the day. During lunch and your other classes together, he dares to act innocent. You would scold him for it during lunchtime, but Jo is sitting with you today, preventing that entirely. 

The walk back to school provides the perfect timing. 

“Malachai Parker,” you say in your best authoritative voice.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“Did I do something wrong?! Did I do- you know what you did.”

“I don’t recall.”

“Third period. You and your magic fingers. You-”

“Oh,” he has the nerve to laugh, “that. Did you like that?”

“Did I like that?! Kai, during class?!”

“You said I could do whatever I wanted as long as I didn’t get caught. I didn’t get caught.”

You scoff. “I did not mean for you to do that!”

“But you liked it. What’d you do in the bathroom?”

“What?!”

“Why’d you go to the bathroom?”

“To hide the fact you were fingering me in class! What do you think I went for?!”

“Did you come?”

“Excuse me?”

“Simple question, princess.”

“I did not-”

“Don’t lie to me now.”

“Fine,” you bite your lip, “I did.”

He smiles. “Got you. Knew you liked it.”

“That was so inappropriate! I’d never think you’d be so bold. And when did you know when to stop? You did, like, ten seconds after I finished.” 

He chuckles like it’s a game. “The last five times I’ve fingered you, it’s taken you five minutes on average to come. I watched on my watch; three minutes happened in class, two in the bathroom. I gave ten seconds to spare to either get you there if you needed extra time, or to ride you through it. Turns out, I’m pretty spot on.”

“Putting your brain to great use,” you mumble, “and my magic.”

Suddenly, he looks nervous. “You’re still gonna give it to me, right? I didn’t lose my chances to have it, did I? Because I can behave. Y/N, I promise. It won’t happen again.”

You change your attitude to match his. “Oh, baby, no. No, I’m not like that. Don’t you worry about stuff like that. I’m still gonna give you magic, even if you use it in questionable ways.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. But one condition.”

“Yes ma’am?”

“Wait until actual study time, like in the library, to do it. Not in class. Unless we’re watching a movie.”

“Deal.”

“Good.”

“I love you, you little weasel.”

He scrunches his nose at the nickname. “I love you, too.” Then he chuckles. “I fingered you in class.”

“Kai!”

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Hello Q. I'm the one who survived cancer and request the baby name live stream. If this is ok for a Peter Parker x fem reader when having a sleepover with MJ, Peter, Ned, Betty and Flash and maybe Brad at reader's house for a sleepover. And your watching a horror movie has just reached a particularly terrifying part, and Peter, still hyper-aware of protecting you while you sleep, has gone into full "bodyguard" mode. The group is quietly giggling at his ridiculous efforts, but they’re trying to keep it together. Suddenly, the door opens and in walks Y/N’s twin sister and her older brother, looking totally unfazed and wondering what’s going on.

Hi there! Thanks for another request. Hope you like this one.

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Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → Fluff, humor, sleepover, protective!Peter, secondhand embarrassment, teasing, horror movie.

Summary → During a group sleepover, Peter instinctively wraps around you protectively during a horror movie, leading to laughter and sibling teasing.

The living room was a mess of blankets, pillows, and half-eaten snacks. You had insisted on hosting the sleepover at your place, and now, as the night stretched on, your best friends were all gathered around the TV, huddled together in a makeshift fort of comforters. Peter sat next to you on the couch, his arm lazily draped behind you, while MJ and Betty occupied the floor, legs stretched out. Ned had claimed the recliner, and Flash, much to everyone’s annoyance, had made himself comfortable on the other end of the couch.

A horror movie was playing on the screen, the eerie background music setting an unsettling tone. You weren’t necessarily scared, but the exhaustion of the day caught up with you, and before you knew it, you were curled up against Peter, your head resting against his shoulder. The warmth of his hoodie and the steady rise and fall of his chest lulled you into a deep sleep.

Peter, on the other hand, was wide awake. Not because of the movie—he barely paid attention to it—but because of you. His heart swelled at the sight of you peacefully nestled against him, your breath soft and even. He adjusted slightly, making sure you were comfortable, his hand absently brushing against your hair.

Then, the jump scare happened.

A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the speakers, and in response, Peter nearly jumped out of his skin. But instead of reacting like a normal person, his instincts kicked in—Spider-Man instincts.

He immediately wrapped himself around you, arms locking around your shoulders, legs shifting to shield you, his body curving protectively over yours. His movements were fast, precise, and completely unnecessary.

You stirred slightly, groggy and confused. “Mmm... Peter?” You murmured, voice thick with sleep.

He didn’t respond. His eyes were locked onto the screen like a soldier on high alert, his grip tightening as if the on-screen ghost might crawl out and attack you.

Ned, MJ, Betty, and even Flash were all biting their lips, barely suppressing their laughter. Betty had her hand over her mouth, MJ had turned away to avoid making eye contact with anyone, and Ned’s shoulders were shaking with silent giggles.

Flash, of course, was the first to crack. “Dude—are you cocooning her?”

Peter ignored him. His only concern was you and the nonexistent danger.

You blinked blearily, shifting in his grasp. “Why... are you crushing me?”

“You’re safe,” Peter mumbled, his voice serious.

That was it. The group lost it. Betty snorted, MJ cackled, and Ned was wheezing at this point. Flash wiped fake tears from his eyes. “This is the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Just as you were trying to make sense of Peter’s ridiculous protectiveness, your twin sister and older brother walked into the room, completely unfazed by the chaos. Your brother glanced at Peter, who was still hovering over you, his arms like a security system, and frowned.

“Why are you hovering over my sister, Parker?”

Peter froze. He turned his head slowly, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

“I—uh—”

MJ leaned forward, smirking. “He thought the ghosts from the movie was going to come alive and personally attack her.”

Your sister tilted her head. “Right. Because that’s a thing.”

Peter groaned, finally realizing how utterly ridiculous he looked. He reluctantly loosened his grip on you, rubbing the back of his neck as his ears turned red.

You, now fully awake, turned in his arms, looking up at him with amusement. “So... you thought a ghost was gonna get me?”

Peter huffed, looking away. “I panicked.”

Your brother crossed his arms, unimpressed. “Uh-huh.”

Your sister, on the other hand, nodded approvingly. “Honestly? Kinda adorable.”

Peter groaned again, burying his face in his hands as everyone laughed. You just smiled, reaching up to poke his cheek. “Well, my big strong protector, next time maybe don’t suffocate me in my sleep.”

“I make no promises,” he mumbled.

The teasing lasted all night.

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[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

request!!: peter parker who has a huge crush on reader and one day r just accidently friendzones themself without even realising that they did? (i hope that makes sense?) then after that u can take it anywhere u want to honestly!! ly <333

ily anon, you answered my pleas. also you know that tt prank where couples kiss and then say “thanks brother” or “love you sis”… couldn’t help but add it for some comedy.

mcu!peter parker x fem!reader

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you need to learn when to shut your mouth. tripping your foot into your mouth has gotten you into too many situations before, but this one is absolutely the worst one. you might as well be taken to the grave already.

your just a girl. sometimes you say your crush is “like a brother to you” when getting hounded by mr. delmar. it’s a panic move, mouth speaking before mind catches up. and it landed you in the dog house when you saw the way peter’s face dropped at the implication. but you thought he was smart enough to know that wasn’t true, you were touchy and teasing with him. you wouldn’t do that with a sibling, you’re not one of those people.

“mj, i’m a fucking idiot.” groaning into your pillow, trying to suffocate yourself.

she gave an exasperated sigh that you knew was followed by an eye roll. “yes you are, but you don’t need parker.” you heard the flip of a page.

you whined in your throat, “but i want parker!” acting like a tantrum kid. even adding a kick to your feet, your bed springs creaking.

mj groaned, “then clear the air! it’s not that hard!” over your peter parker drama.

you rolled from your stomach to your back, arms flipping to your sides as you stared up at your white ceiling. “but what if-“ your sentence was cut short by a knock at your window.

“say his name and he appears.”

peeking at the tips of your toes you saw peter squatting on your terrace, a hesitant smile with an awkward wave. welp, now’s a good time to clear the air.

crawling off your bed you pushed the window up and were greeted by a cool breeze. bits of peter’s baby curls swaying with the touch, a angelic glow surrounding him. you feel yourself melt just at the sight of him.

“h- hey peter, whatcha-“ “can we talk? alone?”

your eyes zeroed in on mj who was blantanly staring at the two of you, book of no interest at the moment. “oh, i’m fine over here.”

“mj…” “fine. fine. i’ll see you both at school.” packing up and leaving your home with a wiggle of her brows.

“so what did-“ “do you really think of my as a brother?”

you couldn’t help a small chuckle, “kinda funny how you’ve interrupted me three times, but uh, no. i- i don’t see you as a brother, that thought feels gross. mr. delmar was making me anxious.” looking to your fingers as you drummed them along your windowsill.

“oh thank god.” peter declared while cupping his hands on your cheeks to bring your head up. both of you smiling brightly at each other

two months later

“so what do i do?” “just sit there and look pretty.”

a shy smile at peter’s lovely words. he finished setting up his camera and pressed record, you just stared at his side profile.

“you wanna get to her, well you gotta go through me.” and peter turned to kiss you on the lips. a shiny haze covered your eyes then- “love you sis.”

“peter!”



[spnjediavenger]

Father's Day (Matt Murdock x sister!reader)

Title: Father’s Day

Type: long one-shot; Matt Murdock x sister!reader, some Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: sadness (not having a dad on father’s day) then fluff, platonic sibling fluff, maybe little AU cuz Tony Stark is mentioned?

Spoilers: none

Notes: like all my fics these days, not proofread #sorrynotsorry

As always, love and/or constructive/friendly criticism is welcome and encouraged!

Disclaimers: i do not own daredevil, its characters, or plot

Word count: 2902 (oops)

Y/n sat on her bed at the apartment, stewing in her sorrow and depression, a bouquet of flowers discarded on her dresser. It was the same day she dreaded every year without fail. Father’s Day. But for some reason, it never bothered her as much as it did now. Well - she did know why. It seemed like there were more kids than normal going on about their plans with their dads after school that day.

“We’re going out to dinner.”

“Oh, us too! And I got him this new tie he’s been looking at. It goes with his favorite suit.”

“I got my dad his favorite chocolates plus I’m making dinner myself tonight.”

“I handmade a card for mine and crocheted a pair of gloves, a scarf, and hat that match.”

We’re doing this and I got that. My dad this and my dad that. Y/n was sick of it. She was sick of the gushing, she was sick of the bragging, and she was sick of the reminder. The reminder of the one thing she didn’t have. A father.

Granted, this wasn’t a new development. Since Y/n could speak and comprehend things, the nuns let her know what happened to her dad; why she didn’t have one. Of course, it was the condensed version - the PG rated one. Eventually Matt would tell her the whole truth. Through the years there would be times she and Matt would talk about things but never anything too deep. Y/n never wanted to bother him.

Y/n was pulled from her thoughts when she heard the door to the apartment open and close.

“Y/n/n, I’m home!” Matt called.

Y/n sighed and rolled over on her bed so her back was facing the door.

In the entry hall, Matt paused and tilted his head, confused by the lack of response from his sister. Steady heartbeat in Y/n’s room. She was definitely there. Maybe she was napping? Matt thought.

Laying his suit jacket over a kitchen chair and his glasses on the table, he walked softly to Y/n’s room. He listened closer to her heartbeat and came to the conclusion she was indeed not sleeping.

Matt pursed his lips before tapping his knuckles on her door. “Hey. Can I come in, Starling?” he said gently. 

Y/n closed her eyes for a second before sighing. “Sure.”

Matt pushed the door open a little further and walked in. He sat on the edge of his sister’s bed behind where her back was turned. He rubbed her arm a couple times before speaking. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”

Y/n shrugged. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Matt went to respond but caught the scent of flowers. Tilting his head and furrowing his brow, he turned back to Y/n. “Did Peter get you flowers?”

Heartbeat skipped, slightly faster now. They had something to do with why she was upset. 

Y/n knew Matt was probably paying attention to her heartbeat so there was no use even trying to lie. She sighed again. “They’re not from Peter,” she said quietly. 

“Ok…what’re they for then?” Matt prodded gently. 

Y/n turned her face into her pillow, hoping it would impede Matt’s ability to sense her oncoming tears. 

“I got them for dad.” Had anyone else been there, they wouldn’t have been able to hear Y/n. But she knew Matt would. 

Matt bowed his head a bit, feeling his sister’s sadness. “For Father’s Day,” he said, more as a statement than a question. And despite Y/n’s best attempts, Matt could smell the salt from her tears in the air. 

“I feel stupid for missing someone I’ve never met,” Y/n sniffled. “But I can’t help it. And I can’t help but wish he was still here. That I could’ve known him. That I could have a dad, Matt.”

Matt’s heart broke for her. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want the same things. But being older now, he wanted them more for Y/n. He remembered being younger and how much worse it felt not having his father in his life. He sighed and pulled Y/n up and into his arms, resting his head against hers, using one hand to card his fingers through her hair. 

“It’s not stupid, Y/n. Don’t ever feel bad about those things. You have every right to feel this way. It’s hard growing up without your parents. I’m thankful I had dad as long as I did. More than anything, I always wished that for you.”

“I barely even know anything about him,” Y/n whispered. “I mean, besides the fighting stuff you told me about and what I’ve read and watched. Sometimes people ask me what he was like and I have no idea what to tell them.”

Matt pulled away a bit and turned his face towards hers. He carefully pushed some hair behind her ear. “I can tell you a few things I haven’t mentioned before,” he said, smiling a bit when he heard her breath catch just the tiniest bit. He imagined the hopeful gaze she probably was giving him. “He loved his kids. So much. Especially you. From the moment you were born it’s like he had a new purpose in life; or at least a stronger drive to provide for us. The adoration in his voice can't even be described. It was like he was in awe when he would describe you to me. And I'd hear other people say how he held so much love in his eyes when he looked at you; how he seemed to have this newfound gentleness when he held you. I know he loved you so much, Y/n. And that he would be so proud of the young woman you’ve become. And that he would’ve given anything to be able to see you grow up.”

Somewhere in the middle of Matt talking, Y/n had begun crying harder. And when he finished, she let out a sob and Matt collected her in his arms again. “I wish he was here, Matt. I-I wish I had a dad,” she sobbed, clutching Matt’s shoulders. “I miss him. I never knew him…but I miss him.”

Matt blinked back his own tears and quietly shushed her, stroking her head and squeezing her tighter. “I know, Starling. I know. I’m proud of you for talking it out loud though. And for thinking about visiting him. You’ve never done it before.”

Y/n sniffled before answering. “It was Pete’s idea,” she admitted. “Said it’s something that’s helped him.”

Matt nodded a bit. “He’s a good kid. Who’s also been through a lot of unfair things in this world. I’m glad he’s in your corner too.”

With Y/n more calmed down, she pulled away from Matt to wipe the tears from her cheeks, smiling a bit when Matt kissed her head. “Matt can…can you…do you think you could come with me?…to-to dad’s grave?” Y/n asked, looking up at him through her lashes. 

Matt smiled at her, placing a loving hand on her cheek and leaning his forehead on hers. “Of course.”

About thirty minutes later, Y/n and Matt were standing in the cemetery. Matt held Y/n’s hand until she took a deep breath, let it out, and let go. She walked up to their father’s grave and placed the flowers she bought standing against the headstone. She straightened up and let out another breath.

“I uh…I don’t know if you’re here or if you see me or anything…if you can see me you probably don’t recognize me…I’ve grown quite a bit since you last saw me,” she chuckled sadly. “But uh…I…I went to the library and looked up some old newspaper articles about you. There weren’t many but I eventually found a short one from a local paper where you used to live. ‘Battling Jack Murdock Welcomes New Addition.’ I’m surprised they even cared…But anyway - I printed it and brought a recent picture…they’re both me. So I uh…thought I’d leave them here with the flowers…dad.” The word felt weird coming out of her mouth when it wasn’t just in conversation with someone. It felt weird using it to address him. 

Y/n placed the picture and article next to the flowers and stood again. She took a shaky breath, prompting Matt to grab her shoulder and run his thumb over it. Y/n placed her hand on his as she continued. “I wish I got to know you before you were killed,” she sniffled. “Wish you had gotten to know me as well. I think about you a lot, especially on days like today…Happy Father’s Day.” Y/n paused a moment to wipe the stray tears from her face. “I just hope you know Matt has always taken good care of me. We’re not normal siblings that fight all the time unless we’re wrestling.” Matt chuckled from behind her at this, making her smile a bit. “We love each other. And I think you’d be proud of that….and we love you.”

The girl finally stepped back into Matt’s waiting arm. He put it around her shoulders and kissed the side of her head. “I’m proud of you, kiddo,” he said.

Y/n pursed her lips and wrapped one of her arms behind him. “Thanks, Matty.”

“I know he would’ve wanted to be here for you as you grew up. But maybe somewhere he’s been able to watch. Still would’ve wanted to support you, though. However he could.”

This made Y/n pause for a moment. Support me…however he could. She thought back to earlier in the day when she was talking to Peter about her feelings on Father’s Day.

“I don’t get it. It’s like Valentine’s Day - you have the whole year to show your significant other you love them.”

“Y/n, you love Valentine’s Day,” Peter deadpanned, turning to look at her as they walked through the halls.

She turned and gave him a flat look. “Not the point, Peter. It’s the comparison. Father’s Day is like Valentine’s Day. You have the whole year to show dads they’re loved - why does there need to be a holiday? All it does is make-...” Y/n cut herself off as her explanation began to exceed the one for Valentine’s Day. 

“All it does is what?” Peter asked gently. He had a feeling he knew where she was going with her point but knew it’d be better if she let it out herself.

Y/n stopped at one of the hallway corners and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, hoping to keep her tears at bay. “All it does is make people without fathers feel bad about not having one,” she said quietly, not meeting her boyfriend’s eyes. 

Peter pursed his lips. “Hey, if anyone gets it, it’s me. I know how it feels. But you know, there are still some things you can do to celebrate him.”

Y/n finally flicked her eyes up to meet his.

“Maybe get flowers and visit his grave. Try talking to him and let out how you feel. I know it can be hard but I do it sometimes for both my parents. Whether or not you do that, remember you have Matt. Maybe get something for him. I got something for Mr. Stark.”

After they talked, Y/n felt bad about having vented to Peter as if he didn’t feel the same pain that she did. He assured her it was ok but she still silently promised to do something for him this week.

But after that, Y/n indeed got some flowers on her way home to take to her dad’s grave and a blank card for Matt. She even spent time in her room afterwards, using the dull end of a sewing needle to try and make braille-like bumps into the inside of the card so Matt could read it himself, hoping he would like the gesture. 

The card! Y/n thought in realization. She put her hand into her hoodie pocket and grabbed the card that was thankfully still in there. 

“Matty, I…I actually have something for you,” she said meekly, turning towards her brother. Even though she knew he couldn’t see, she still avoided his eyes for a moment before handing the card to him. “The front is just a picture of the sky with some clouds. The inside is more what’s important,” she explained. 

Matt, shocked, took the card from her and opened it, his blind gaze forward and his hand grazed the hand-done braille inside. For the brother who’s always been a sibling and a father to me. I appreciate you more than words can ever express. You’ve always loved me, supported me, and been there for me. I love you so much. -Y/n

Matt didn’t notice his own tears until he felt Y/n gently wipe them from his cheeks, making him jump a bit in surprise. He wiped a hand down his face and silently pulled her into a hug. As the two embraced in the cemetery, it would set off an almost tradition of going to visit their dad’s grave every Father’s Day and sometimes between that. Supporting each other in what they lost and also what they still had.

Epilogue

A few years later

“Thanks for coming with us, Peter, but you didn’t have to,” Y/n said as they walked up the hill at the cemetery. 

Peter shrugged. “It’s no problem. I was in the area anyway and I know it’s become a special tradition for you.”

Y/n smiled and squeezed his hand that was intertwined with hers, giving him a quick kiss.

“Ok, ok, gross,” Matt chided playfully, making the other two chuckle.

They finally reached Jack’s grave and Matt started by speaking a bit, then let Y/n take her turn. As they were about to leave, Peter turned his head to Matt, knowing he would hear the motion. Matt gave him a discrete nod and Peter tugged Y/n’s hand a bit to get her attention.

“This might sound weird but…would you mind if I said something, Y/n?”

Y/n’s eyes immediately stung with tears - not in sadness, but in shock and feeling overwhelming love for her boyfriend wanting to say something for her father. She smiled and nodded, not having words to say.

Peter let go of her hand and took a step forward. “Mr. Murdock, sir, my name is Peter Parker, I’m uh…I’ve been dating your daughter for some time now. I truthfully didn’t know much about you until she told me everything she knew and after that, I went home and did my own research on you so I could know everything about the man she and her brother looked up to and missed so much.” At this, a couple tears escaped her eyes. She had no idea Peter had done that. “I have a lot of respect for you, sir, and how you lived your life for your kids. I also respect how well you could take a punch,” he continued, making both Murdocks laugh a bit. Peter smiled and turned back to the grave. “Anyway, another thing I wanted to say was that I hope wherever you are you know what great kids you have and what amazing people they’ve grown up to be. Especially your daughter. I know you didn’t get to know her for very long. I know Matt has probably talked to you about her but sir…she’s amazing. She’s smart, mature, kind, funny…just amazing. I love Y/n so much, sir and only want the best for her. And I wish you could’ve been here for this. I got Matt’s approval but I wanted to do this here so you could maybe be able to see.”

Y/n furrowed her brow, not knowing what Peter was talking about. But Peter turned around, smiling at her and holding something in his hands. He bent down on one knee and opened it, revealing a ring inside. “Y/n M/d Murdock, I love you with all that I am. With Matt’s grace and your dad as a witness, I want to ask you: will you marry me?”

In the way of the truest, most common cliche during proposals, Y/n’s hand flew to her mouth as tears ran down her cheeks. Unable to form words, she nodded her head furiously. She let Peter take her left hand and put the engagement ring on her finger. Peter stood and took Y/n in his arms, letting her sob into his shoulder as she hugged him back. ‘Touched’ didn’t even begin to describe how she felt. Sure, there was sadness at being at her dad’s grave but the relief from getting to talk to him, the joy that Peter wanted her dad to be there in some way or at least be involved, the joy and love of him proposing.

Still standing off to the side, Matt had tears in his own eyes. He still held Peter’s phone as it took a video of the event. He knew Peter was a good kid and would take care of his sister. And he was glad to have someone else in their family. Someone who helped make Father’s Days ok for Y/n again.

[yichuuonvenus]

Sweet Serial Killer

Peter Parker x Reader

~Description~

You've had a little crush on your brother's friend Peter, but you didn't know he felt the same until it was too late.

~Warnings~

Rape/non-consent, Murder, Loss of virginity, Webbing as bondage, Serial Killer!Peter Parker

The first time you ever met your brother’s friends was during one of their first sleepovers as a group. After that, it seemed like they came over frequently. 

Your parents told you to look after the boys. You found it a bit dumb since they were only a year younger than you, but you still agreed to it. You were getting money for it after all. 

The funny part was that you only knew one of their names, Peter, your brother told you one day. You only wanted to know because you had the smallest crush on Peter. It wasn’t anything big you just liked it whenever he would give you all his attention when you talked about something you liked or how he would apparently ask about you when you weren’t home. 

You knew the chance of him having a crush on you too was slim to none, he was like that with everyone. He was just curious nothing more but you still dreamt of the chance of him liking you back. 

You slumped a bit when you remembered tonight was horror movie night. To be honest you weren’t a horror fan you always opted to turn on something a bit more romantic or interesting. It always caused an eye roll from the boys but you didn’t really care because one person who would always be down to watch the movie with you was Peter. 

You immediately stopped when you took the scene in front of you and frowned. Peter had sat at the corner of the couch. Your favorite spot, while the others sat on the floor with pillows and blankets surrounding them. 

You heard a voice say your name followed by a hey. 

You looked up and saw those soft brown eyes and immediately forgot what you were going to say.  

“Hi…”

You smiled at him and he smiled back. You didn’t know what to do, so you gave him a small wave and sat on the other end of the couch. 

“Do you want me to move?” Peter's voice was soft when he asked. 

“No, it’s alright.” You shook your head and pulled out your phone, trying to ignore him a bit. You didn’t want to look at him with the heat currently rushing to your face. 

The night was just starting and the boys were still trying to pick a movie. 

You rolled your eyes when you heard one of the boys say something vulgar about something you didn’t care to listen to. You sat on your phone ignoring them arguing about what movie to watch. 

It took what felt like an hour before they decided on Friday the 13th. You did a small sigh and hugged a pillow close to your chest. 

It was quiet for the first couple of minutes. You hated to say it but you were scared of horror movies. You wanted to be the brave older sibling and stick to your guns, but then you started to hear scratching at the window. One of the boys addressed it causing your brother to shush him. 

It stopped for a minute and then it slowly started back again. The scene was adding to the tension. Every time a woman screamed a scratch would be at the window. Finally, another boy said something and again your brother shushed him. 

It went quiet for a few moments then you all continued with your movie. As if in sync with the movie, a loud bang sounded the window causing the boys and you to scream. Everyone was as startled but your brother fell over from laughing.

“Harry!” One of them said. 

At the window, you saw a flash of auburn hair. A boy probably about the size of Peter stood at the window laughing. He pointed to the door. The black-haired boy got up and opened it. When Harry came inside. He had tears on his face from laughing so hard. 

“You all are so easy to scare!” A hearty laugh left his throat causing one of the boys to groan. 

“You can’t do that! We are watching a scary movie,” the black-haired boy said. 

“Yeah you scared her too,” Peter said eyes drifting back to you. 

You looked at Peter his stare never drifting away from you. You felt something in your chest heat up from his stare but you didn’t give it any thought. 

You rolled your eyes to hide the fact you felt the heat in your cheeks. You looked towards Harry whose eyes went wide at the sight of you. 

“I didn’t know she would be here,” he sighed with a mix of a chuckle, “if I knew I would’ve got the mask.” 

The boys laughed a bit as Harry plopped down next to your brother. The heat on your face never went away. You sat there biting your lip and continued reading the story. They all talked a bit before playing the movie back. 

It was getting darker and you all were feeling quite tired. Your brother went down first. Then the black-haired boy, who they called Ned.

And then Harry. 

You and Peter were the only ones awake. You sat on your phone reading whatever. You felt your eyes drifting a bit until you finally closed your eyes.

You felt a shake and then a push. You slowly opened your eyes to find Peter looking down at you.  

He softly said your name, making you look up, your eyes desperately trying to adjust to the light blue lighting of the tv. 

“Can you show me where the bathroom is?” His eyes were soft looking at you almost apologetically. 

“No yeah… I can hold on,” you moaned a bit stretching and sitting up. The boys below you stirred a bit for the sounds you made and you carefully tip-toed across them. 

Peter followed close behind you, his chest almost touched your back but you didn’t really question it. The only thing you did question was how he asked where the bathroom was because of how often he’s here. You both rounded a corner and pointed at the door. 

“Tell me if you need anything,” you yawned. 

“Yeah thank you,” he whispered to you and closed the door. You decided to walk back carefully. You didn’t know if a couple of minutes passed because of how you fell in and out of sleep but you heard something that pulled you straight out of sleep. You rubbed your eyes a bit and that was when you heard it… your name. Your name was the one being softly called. 

You got up and walked to the noise. It led you back to the bathroom. Groaning and moaning filled the halls making you shiver a bit. 

“P- Peter??” It was met by silence. “Are you okay?” Still nothing. 

It was until you heard some shuffling and flushing. 

“Yeah I’m fine…“

“Peter, are you sure?”

It was in a flash and Peter was in front of you his lips touching yours. 

You winced a bit from the counter digging into your lower back. You didn’t give it a second thought because you felt soft lips touching yours. 

Your hands met Peter’s chest holding him, not knowing to push him away or to pull him closer. He lifted you onto the counter, hugging you close so that his lips never parted from you. 

You gasped when you felt his hands rip down your shorts along with your underwear. 

“You look so pretty,” Peter huffed into your neck.

You should’ve pushed him off and questioned his motives but you couldn’t. Your whole body was tingling from his touches. One of his hands went back to your heat. His fingers were circling your entrance causing you to do a slight whimper. 

“Peter, what are you-“ 

He stuffed two fingers inside of you. The stretch from his fingers was melting you. They were thicker than yours and longer. 

“You’re so tight,” he moaned grinning from ear to ear. 

You were slumped against the sink, eyes tightly shut and fingers gripping the countertop. 

You felt his lips graze your thighs. He gave them light pecks as he traveled to meet his fingers. 

His lip’s immediately enveloped your clit. Sucking and licking that button until you were whining and whimpering. He slowed down a bit and smiled at you. 

“I know how badly you want to make noise but you have to keep quiet though princess… you don’t want your brother to see how much of a slut you are, do you?” 

You only shook your head causing him to chuckle a bit and stop. 

“You have to use your words, princess.”

“No… I don’t want my brother to see,” you whispered but it sounded more like a moan leaving your lips.  

“It wasn’t that hard was it?” He smiled up at you and went back to your clit. 

His fingers continued their assault on you. You shook under his touches with the way he would switch his fingers and tongue. You felt like you were on fire. 

You heard your name being called over and over again. 

Wake up

Please!

"Please wake up!"

You heard your brother sobbing at your side, shaking you violently. 

You shook awake. Your eyes flew open. You stared at your brother, tearing were in his eyes. You looked at the figure standing there holding a bloody knife. There was a dead body limp across from you. 

“Guys… Run! RUN! RUN NOW!” You heard Ned scream. The killer was in front of you guys the knife in his gloved hands, bloody.  

He didn’t have to tell you all twice. You ran out of the door your brother running to get to the keys.

"WAIT," you screamed towards your brother as Ned took your hand and started to run.  

You both heard a scream. Coming for the house’s direction. 

You both ran for what felt like a long time until you finally slowed down a bit. 

“Ned… what the fuck are we going to do… I- I can’t go on,” you sobbed. You felt like your legs were giving out on you. 

“I- I don’t know… we-“ Ned was cut short when he tripped over a log. 

“Are- are you okay?” You gasped helping him up immediately. 

Just then you both heard a snap of a twig. Causing Ned to scream. Harry was standing a few feet away from you both. A knife at his side. 

You and Ned looked over at him. He was limping but still, somehow running. 

“Harry, holy shit are you okay?” Ned gasped bringing his hands to his mouth and looking at him. 

There was blood everywhere on him. 

“Man… I- I didn’t even know… we need to get the fuck out of here and get the cops. It’s still a couple of miles away but if we run now we could get there,” Harry said. He held his side and blood seeping through his gray shirt. 

“Harry, you need medical attention. We need to get that to stop bleeding,” you said, trembling a bit. 

You all were standing there at one minute then screaming the next. Harry was wide-eyed and opened mouth. A knife through his skull. Blood spattered all over you and Ned. 

You both started to run again only this time you were being chased by the masked figure. 

Ned was the next one to go down. A blood-soaked gurgling was all that could be heard. 

You sobbed into your sleeves shaking so hard as you ran. Your tears blinded you causing you to smack into something. The forest bed was damp beneath you, twigs stabbing into your back as you gulped for air.

You felt a pull at your hair and a rip of your clothes. You were pulled up against a tree. You could feel the mud below you soak your shirt and the tree bark digging into your head.

Your shirt was ripped down in half and your shorts were nowhere to be seen. You were left in your underwear. The masked figure, you could barely see from your minor concussion, sat there holding you down. You supposed he was staring at your body. 

“Fuck…” you heard the figure say. 

He pulled himself out of his pants and suddenly you felt the head of him slide against you. You wanted to shove him away but the strength was forced out of you when got knocked out. 

You couldn’t stop shaking and trying to push him away to no avail. It continued like this until you felt webs on your hands and the tree bark scratching the back of your hands. You didn’t connect it sooner. Only ignoring everything as you stared at the sky, trying not to look down as he forced your legs to open wider. He was thick and veiny and felt heavy on your thighs. 

“Please… don’t do this,” You sobbed. Your tears couldn’t stop from coming out. 

“Princess it’s okay…” the masked figure pulled his mask away. Causing you to gasp at the view of him. Your eyes adjusted to him. Brown soft eyes staring down at you. You knew by the curly brown hair who it was. 

It was Peter…

It was Peter Parker. 

Sweet Peter… 

Was the one in front of you right now.

Was the one who killed Harry and Ned. 

And possibly your brother…

What you would give to see your brother right now. To have him help you get this boy off of you. 

You hoped and hoped but he never came. 

“Peter… please. I’m so sorry! I- I don’t know what we did or what I did but please forgive me,” you cried as he shushed you and rubbed your face. His thumb rubbing your bottom lip. 

“Princess you didn’t do anything. I wanted this to be so special for you. But the guys got in the way…” 

He didn’t make any sense as he rubbed his fingers over your mouth. You felt the sudden rip of your underwear and then the feel of them in your mouth. 

“Fuck… you’re so precious…” he moaned into your ear causing you to cry out. 

His lips covered your ear, nipping and licking at the lobe. He slid over you but not on purpose only because when he tried to force himself in. He moaned when the head of him slowly came inside. You could feel the air rip from your lungs. 

You felt the swift push and stab in your entire bottom half. He entered fully you. It was like having a kick to your chest. The pain was what got you to scream out. Blood was rushing to your legs and face. You felt overheated even in the cold forest air. 

You started to sob even more. You couldn’t stop shaking. 

“Fuckkk… You’re a virgin?” He cooed. His hands were holding your face and his lips kissing your jaw.

You looked down and saw the blood that stained his cock. It made you cry out and shake. You never stopped shaking. 

“Fuck I’m so sorry princess… but it will feel good I swear,” he moaned as he thrusts into you. His hips became mind-numbing harder and you couldn’t stop the whimpers and moans that left your lips. 

“Please…” you cried so hard your face was swollen. 

He took out the gag in your mouth. It immediately made you cough and cry harder. Drool soaked your face and your underwear. 

“It hurts…” you whined. “Please! Peter get off.” 

He only moaned when he fucked into you harder.

“I really wish I could… but you’re so tight it’s almost like you’re sucking me in.” His mouth with up against your ear again. You didn’t pay attention to those words only the feeling of his hips pounding into yours. The pain dulled a bit when he started to throw kisses down your neck.

It was messing with you the feel of his tongue on certain spots. It made your mind melt. You could feel the tree bark dig at your hands and wetness soaking it. You knew it could've been blood or something wet on the tree. You didn't want to think about it. You couldn't think about it. Not with the feel of him inside you pulling sounds out of you like it was almost nothing. 

You heard him mumble something then the feel of his lips back on your ear.

“I’ve wanted you for the longest time… and if this was the only way to get you… then,” he chuckled. His hip ever so slightly slowing down a bit. It was as if he was trying to be gentle with you but even with his efforts it was still intense with the way his cock slid into you. 

“Peter…”

You couldn’t stop crying. You could barely breathe. It was like you forgot how to breathe. 

“I would do it again every time just for this sweet outcome,” he moaned when he thrust into a particular spot that had your toes curling and your vision blurring.

He smiled down at you fondly holding your face as he picked up his pace. 

"Peter... please," you sobbed. Your hands were numb and your legs ached from being forcefully opened. 

“Are you going to cum?" He groaned. "You can…,” he whispered. His thumb rubbed your lips before entering your mouth. 

"Suck on it and you can cum." 

Tears were nonstop and your face was wet and swollen. You could barely think. No thoughts at all forming, so you did what he asked. Sucking on his thumb until he was satisfied. You came around him in a cry.

"That's it, my sweet girl." He smiled at you, hips never slowing down once. 

Your vision was blank. Your mind couldn't form coherent thoughts. One thing that wandered through your mind was the last thing he said. 

His sweet girl… 

No.

His thrusts never stopped. He fucked you roughly through your climax never stopping once. You squeezed your palms so tightly that it felt like blood was pooling in them from your nails. 

“It’s okay breathe… I'll be done soon," he huffed. His cheeks were red and sweat droplets were running down his face. 

"Is it okay if I finished inside of you?"

Your eyes went wide with horror. You needed to get him off of you. Your hands were tied and your legs were forced open by him. You tried to cut the web off with your nails to no avail. It was like all of your strength with forced out of you with his thrusts. 

"Peter don't! Please!" you sobbed desperately trying to claw at the webs. 

His thrusts got harder and faster again and a loud groan filled your ears. You felt the warmth as it entered you. You gasped unable to fully process what he did. Peter was hunched over you his lips sucking and kissing your neck. You were blank, too out of it to even respond to his kisses and apologies. 

Peter… your sweet Peter had murdered his friends just to get to you.

Your sweet, lovable Peter had just raped you. 

His fingers came back to your face slowly holding your cheeks. 

“I’m so sorry, princess…” he said softly. His hands made you face him. Your noses briefly touching. 

“Peter… just let me go. Please.” You whispered as soft cries left you. “I won’t tell anyone I promise.”

His face softened, “No no, I’m so sorry. Please don’t cry, baby.” 

You wanted to hurt him so badly but your heart was breaking at the sight of his tears. You were so distraught and hurt. Your brother’s best friend that you’ve known for so long… had raped you. 

You couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to hug him and apologize for making him cry but the urge to kill him with no remorse was pulsating through you. 

He has used you in the worst way possible but you couldn’t push all those fond memories and feelings you’ve had with him. 

You heard yelling and a lot of twigs snapping. Dogs were barking so loudly that it was as if the ground was shaking from it. 

Help. 

Help was coming. 

Peter looked in the direction of the sounds before holding your face and kissing your lips as if it was like last time. 

“I’m so sorry…” he whispered tears falling down his cheeks. 

You didn't understand what he meant until you felt a sudden prick in your neck and you were out. 

[shadyfestivalperfection]

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🅢🅤🅜🅜🅔🅡🅨:When Iron Man hangs up the suit, he trades battles for bedtime stories. Join Tony Stark, his brilliant wife Y/n, their web-slinging son Peter, and chaos queen Liliana as they navigate high-tech parenting, sibling shenanigans, and family life—with love, laughter, and the occasional glitter explosion

||Main Master List|| ||Family:Assembled Master List||

Characters: Tony Stark x f!Reader

(This is not the first episode, it’s an introduction.)✨Escaping From hell on…21st April✨

❝𝕎𝔼𝕃ℂ𝕆𝕄𝔼 𝕋𝕆 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕂 𝔽𝔸𝕄𝕀𝕃𝕐❞

Meet the Starks: A Totally Normal Family (Not Really)

1. Tony Stark – The Dad (aka Iron Man, aka Chaos with a Credit Card)

Genius. Billionaire. Former playboy. Still a philanthropist.

Now a full-time dad who once built a suit of armor to keep his daughter’s teddy bear warm. He’s the kind of parent who says “no” while actively enabling the chaos. Has a habit of turning household appliances into potential death traps “for science.”

Favorite phrase: “What could possibly go wrong?”

2. Y/n Stark – The Mom (aka Sanity in Human Form)

Sharp, witty, and somehow still sane despite being married to Tony. A former field agent with a black belt in sarcasm and multitasking. She’s the glue that holds the family together—and occasionally the one that duct tapes it when it falls apart.

Can make pancakes, dodge flying armor parts, and shut down Stark Tower’s power grid in heels.

Favorite phrase: “I swear, if something explodes before 9 a.m…”

3. Peter Parker-Stark – The Son (aka Spider-Bro)

The neighborhood Spider-Man and certified science nerd. Adopted by Tony after a rollercoaster of mentorship, emotional bonding, and about 18 near-death experiences. Now part of the family, and completely regretting introducing Liliana to web shooters.

Lives in a constant state of “Please don’t tell Mom” and “Why is there glitter in my backpack?”

Favorite phrase: “I didn’t mean to blow it up this time, I swear!”

4. Liliana Stark – The Daughter (aka Iron Princess)

Seven years old and already more dangerous than half the Avengers.

Loves pink, sparkles, tea parties, and building things that shouldn’t legally exist. Wears Iron Man gauntlets over her Elsa dress and once hacked FRIDAY to only respond to “Your Royal Highness.”

Favorite phrase: “Activate glitter missiles!”

Together, they’re the Stark family.

One genius. One goddess of patience.

One spider-kid. One glitter-wielding war machine.

And more chaos than any universe can handle.

[Scene: Stark Tower Penthouse – Saturday Morning Chaos]

[The camera focuses across a kitchen filled with smoke, glitter, web fluid, and half-cooked pancakes.]

Tony (yelling over sparks):“Okay, note to self: Toasters should not be upgraded with arc reactor tech!”

Y/n (fanning smoke with a plate):“Note to you, you’re banned from the kitchen. Again.”

Peter (stuck to the fridge with webbing):“Uhh… help? I was just trying a new formula—”

Liliana (wearing Iron Man boots and a tutu):“I told you not to mess with the glitter serum! That’s my invention!”

Tony (grabbing Liliana’s helmet):“Kiddo, are you wearing my Mark 42 helmet as a cereal bowl?”

Liliana (proudly):“Yeah! It keeps the milk cool AND makes me sound like a robot!”

Y/n:“It’s 8:12 a.m. and I already need a nap.”

Peter (struggling):“I’m losing circulation in my webbed leg…”

Tony (grinning):“Just another normal day with the most perfect family in existence.”

Y/n (deadpan):“‘Perfect’ is doing a lot of heavy lifting in that sentence.”

Liliana (pressing a button on her gauntlet):“GLITTER MISSILES DEPLOYED!”

Peter (screaming):“NOOOOO—!”

[BOOM. A puff of glitter explodes across the kitchen. Everyone coughs. FRIDAY sighs in defeat.]

FRIDAY:“Would anyone like me to call emergency services… or just a therapist?”

[Scene: Stark Tower – Kitchen after the glitter explosion. Everyone is covered in sparkles. Cut to individual interviews, talking to the “camera.”]

[TONY – sitting in front of a workbench, wearing safety goggles and drinking coffee from a “#1 Genius Dad” mug]

Tony:“Hi. I’m Tony Stark. Genius. Billionaire. Inventor of cool things. Father of chaos goblins.Used to save the world—now I spend most of my days fixing Liliana’s robotic pets and trying to stop Peter from blowing up the lab.Honestly? Retirement’s… terrifying.”

[Y/N – sitting on the couch with a mug labeled “Too Tired for This”]

Y/n:“I’m Y/n Stark. Wife of the genius. Mother of two. Referee of every sibling battle, food fight, and glitter war.I love my family, I really do.But if someone doesn’t de-glitter the couch, I will start throwing people off the balcony. Lovingly.”

[PETER – still webbed to a fridge, trying to act cool]

Peter:“Peter Parker. Technically adopted, emotionally scarred.Being a Stark means unlimited tech, endless sarcasm, and very little peace and quiet.Also, Liliana made me pink armor once. I wore it. There are pictures. Please don’t ask.”

[LILIANA – wearing a cape, goggles, and a jetpack she built out of juice boxes]

Liliana:“I’m Liliana Stark. Seven. Scientist. Princess of Doom.Dad says I’m a genius. Mom says I’m exhausting. I say—activate glitter missiles!”

[She presses a button. Confetti explodes behind her.]

Liliana (grinning):“Perfection.”

[Back to group shot – all sitting on the couch, covered in glitter, eating pancakes.]

Tony:“So yeah. This is us.”

Peter:“Some people play board games. We battle murder-bots.”

Y/n:“And clean up glitter. Always the glitter.”

Liliana:“And next week, we’re building a rocket to the moon!”

Tony (whispering):“She’s not kidding.”

[They all look into the camera, smiling like the most chaotic, loving family in the universe.]

ALL TOGETHER:

“Welcome to the Stark family.”

-Season 1 Episode 1 Coming soon!

[mekochansblog]

hiii I just want to ask! this is my first time asking! so what if the umbrella academy is caught and surrounded by people with serious weapons. (Is it okay if Y/n is the guardian of the multiverse for their power?) And Y/n says something along the lines of "Hey, Hey maybe you could take me and leave them? I mean.. I AM the guardian of the multiverse. i could do anything to stop you if you dont erase me." And the men put down their weapons and negotiate. but when they do so, Y/n freezes them and skips along. and maybe one of the siblings (Not five) asks "Shit. i thought for a second you might sacrifice yourself for us." and Y/n replies

"For you dumbasses? Never." but then points at five behind her and says "But for THAT dumbass? anytime." And them maybe five smirks a litte

Uni.. what?

Five Hargreeves x reader

- multiverse, peter Parker is mention lol, slight curse

IM BAAACKKKKKK!!

Five knew he was fucked the moement he saw the commission coming out of nowhere. He was fucked and so was his family. Who the hell was going to rescue him when he couldn’t even use his powers. He was trapped, hands behind his back and so was his family. Allison was the only one with tape in her mouth to not use her powers. Five wanted to laugh. He wanted to laugh until he couldn’t breathe. First of all Five didn’t even know where his wife was. Second of all the handcuffs they put on him and his family were for some reason; handcuffs that deactivated his powers. Lastly these people that look like the commission but are actually from another dimension wanted to know where you are. Five of course didn’t know where you were, he instinctly remembers you telling him you'll be going to A dimension he can’t specifically remember which one because they needed your help. He didn’t know what that dimension was.

“Number Five Hargreeves, fifth child out of the seven child, where is what they call on Earth your wife Y/N Hargreeves?”

Five sighed, they’ve been asking this same stupid question over and over. He was tired of it, his eyes were dozing and trying not to sleep. He tried to keep his head up but keeping him and his family for two hours late at night gives him the tiredness. They have tried asking his family but they don’t even know your whereabouts. He did remember what you told him in the morning.

You both woke up. You were the one that got up to go make breakfast for both you and Five. You felt hands around your waist and giggled while making coffee.

¨Hello darling, how was your morning?¨ you ask him, knowing he slept really well since he was hugging you at night. You felt him lightly squeeze you and then he let go and sat down on the chair to the dining table.

“I slept like a baby thanks to you, how about you darling?¨ He questioned you, you smiled and headed his way to give him his coffee in his favorite mug. He gave your jawline a kiss and pulled you to sit on his lap. You sighed and bliss and looked at him with loving eyes.

“I slept wonderfully thanks to you.” His striking emerald eyes looked at you; the same look he gave you when he asked you to marry him. You smile lovingly at him and ruffled his hair out of playfulness. He groaned playfully and smacked your hand lightly to not hurt you. You laughed and hugged him.

You both feel a strong presence in front of you both and turn to it, it’s a portal, you get up ready to fight whatever comes out until you see a familiar face. You look at the person in confusion. 

“Pete, what are you doing here? The reason I gave you the watch wasn’t for you to tra-" "I know I know but I need your help, ummm ... .so I might have, maybe, sort of, kind of, opened a portal in my dimension ... .maybe more than one…”

You blinked and looked at him. You sigh and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Peter Benjamin Parker I swear to god….” Peter gave you a nervous smile. You sigh and mention for him to move to the side so you can open a portal to his dimension.

Once you open a new portal you look at Five and give him a kiss. “I'll be back, I promise I just have to help the kid. I'll have to take him to Earth 616-B he’s an idiot.” “Hey!” 

You turned around to stare at Peter and playfully glare at him. “I don't want to hear it from you right now pete.” you grabbed his ear and waved at your husband while finally leaving through the portal to Earth 616-B.

Yeah… Now he remembers Earth 616-B. Was he going to tell these weirdos? Fuck no. That was his wife. He was getting tired of being asked the same question and also them trying to torture him. He was ready to just knock himself out with Klaus’s shoulder but he heard a familiar sound. He looked up and saw a portal opening. He sighed in relief, closing his eyes for a moment. He knew it was you. You came out with new clothing on yourself and weapons. You close the portal and look around. You sighed and looked up, probably praying for someone, anyone. When you were coming back you didn’t expect for your husband and your family in law to be tied up like fish.

“Hey now, hey now maybe you could take me and leave them? I mean… I AM the guardian of the multiverse. I could do anything for you guys if you don't kill me?” You slightly smirk. You waved your hand and opened a small portal to show them the different dimensions. The alien commission men looked at each other and nodded their heads. 

“Fine, we can come to a conclusion.” One of them said, you nodded your head and they started asking you questions. Your face turned to a bored face and you froze them. You groaned and looked at the family, your head tilted and you looked at them with an annoyed face. Klaus looked around and sighed dramatically.

“ Well shit! And here I thought for a second you were going to sacrifice yourself to us! Five would have been devastated if you did. The little shit finally gets married and his wife sacrifices her life for us!” Klaus exclaimed looking at Five with a smirk. Five sighs deeply and looks at him with a glare.You smirk and scoff.

“ For all of you guys dumbasses? Never in a million years.” You then point at your husband.”But for THAT dumbass? Anytime. I'll give my life for him.” Five laughs and smirks at you. You shake your head at the family.

“Okay but can you untie us please?” Klaus whines.

[that1geek06]

Hello!

Could you write something with teen!reader and the Avengers where reader got in a fight with his sibling, says something he regrets, and then the Avengers encourage him to apologize and tell reader that he's not a horrible person?

That would be awesome. If you can't, no worries! I'm excited to see what your writing style is like.

Have a good day/night

-V

AHHHH OMG YESS I love this idea, I had a big fight with my sibling not to long ago so lets see how this goes, I hope I do your daydream justice, this is my first one so I'm sorry if its absolute garbago 😭 ANYWAYS enjoyy

-SIBLING RIVALRY-

Avengers X Teen! Male! Reader (Platonic)

Warnings- Angst (I'm not entirely sure how warnings go so pls lmk if I missed one)

Y/N sat at the dining room table, the sound of the ticking clock seeming to make his nerves even more on edge then they were. He grips the roots of his hair tightly as he stared at all the study guides and previous home work assignments, hoping that it will all be engraved into his brain by this coming Monday.

He sighs heavily, finals week was always the worst especially since he has his internship on the line with these scores. Now don't get it wrong Y/N wasn't like Peter Parker, using the internship as a cover for the teen hero to help and slowly join the Avengers. No, Y/N was just a normal kid, sure he was smarter than most but he wish he could just focus on training and hacking rather than why Avogadros number was still accurate when being used in modern day chemistry.

While sitting there the front door opens, and his older sister walks in. Y/N pays no attention his head not even moving up to see who entered which he knows Nat would say is an ignorant move.

"Its nice to see you too Y/N, and thanks for asking, my day was just fantastic, how about you?" Sarah said sarcastically, standing on the other side of the table and watching with a raised brow as she waited for a response.

He mumbled a fine in response, eyes never wavering from their focus on the many papers. In which his sister scoffs, "I get your stressing about these tests but you could show a bit of respect you know."

"Please stop bothering me Sarah I'm trying to focus.." Y/N says dryly, ignoring the oldest comment.

"I would just like to actually get some attention from you, I barely see you because of our schedules and your always to busy now a days-"

"Oh my god, what is so hard to understand about the words Stop. Bothering. Me. I'm trying to focus." He snaps back, finally looking up at her with an annoyed glare. To which Sarah gives one back.

"Well sorry if I come home and I want to talk to the only family I have." Y/N scoffs at her words, "Oh so now your trying to guilt trip me."

She straightens her stance and takes a deep breath, "I just want-"

"No, just shut up, SHUT UP FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE! GODDAMN CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TRYING TO SEE I HAVE A GOOD LIFE INSTEAD OF ENDING UP WITH SOME WAITRESS JOB AND IN A SHITTY APARTMENT! I NEVER ASK YOU TO TAKE ME IN AND HONESTLY I WISH YOU NEVER DID!" He looks up and sees his sister just staring at the ground and he scoffs, "You're not even going to listen to a word I say like normal! Whatever I'm wasting my breath. I'm going to the tower where people know how to leave me alone when I'm busy."

He quickly grabs his papers, stuffing them into his bag and storming out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

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Y/N finally makes it to the Avenger tower and heads straight to the elevator, using his keycard to get to the upper floors.

You see, while he wasn't a hero he was still close to the team, his talent made him stand out in the lad and Tony Stark himself took an interest and introduced him to the team. Since then he's been surprisingly close the Earth's mightiest hero's.

The elevator opens to the Avengers living area, Bucky and Steve sitting on the long couch watching an old 80s movie that was still on the list of things to catch up on.

He stomps through the room, going to the empty kitchen area and taking a seat, dropping his book bag and immediately going back to studying.

Bucky and Steve share a questioning look with each other. But before they could say anything Tony and Nat walk in, both were somehow roped into the binging with the super soldiers.

"What's up with sour face over there?" Tony teases, eating a handful of freshly popped popcorn as he takes a seat on the couch.

Steve shrugs, "He just walked in like that, we aren't sure what's wrong."

The 4 of them watch as Y/N's face slowly changes from anger to guilt. His attention seeming to not even be on his work.

Bucky pauses the show and stands, walking over to the sulking teen as the others follow. They all take a seat at the table, concerned and wondering what was the matter.

"You alright kid?" Bucky asks with a worried expression.

Y/N looks away, feeling his eyes start to water as he shook his head. "I think I screwed up, big time." He says in a wobbly voice.

Natasha gives a small encouraging smile, "I'm sure it can't be that bad, why don't you tell us, maybe something can be worked out."

The rest nod in agreement but Y/N just keeps shaking his head. "No, there's no fixing this, I...I was really stressing about my studies and my sister came home. She didn't even do anything wrong she just wanted to talk."

He takes a deep breath, voice shaking as he tries to hold in his emotion, "I wasn't thinking straight and I yelled at her. I told her to shut up, how I wanted a better life than her and I wished she didn't take me in. I didn't mean it at all...I'm such a shitty brother."

Y/N's shoulders slump as he sits there, regretting everything he did.

"Listen kid, I know you think nothing will make what you did better but she's your sister for a reason, sure you made her feel bad-" Steve hits Tony's shoulder at those words, glaring at him before he goes on, "But she'll forgive you in the end, you just have to tell her your sorry."

The 4 look at Tony in surprise and he rolls his eyes, "I get I don't a lot but is me giving this advice really that unbelievable?" Y/N smiles at that, looking at them all while thinking.

"...Do you really think she won't hate me for it?"

He asks softly. Steve smiles and puts a comforting hand on the teens shoulder. "We know she won't."

With a new sense of determination, Y/N stands and grabs his things. Swinging his bag onto his shoulder, "Then I'll go do it now." He heads to the elevator and calls it up. While waiting he looks over at the 4 Avengers, a grateful look in his eyes.

"Thank you, for the advice and everything." He says, and Natasha smirks at him, "They call us hero's for a reason." Y/N laughs, and enters the elevator, the doors slowly close as he starts heading down. Ready to make things right.

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Bucky looks over at Tony, an angered look on his face. "So are you going to take your own advice and apologize for turning my shampoo into pink hair dye?"

Steve and Natasha starts laughing as Tony groans, "Number one it was temporary so don't get those super soldier panties of yours in a twist, and number two, I'm not apologizing for something as funny as that."

Bucky lunges at Tony who quickly jumps out of his seat and starts running. He was determined to get that apology, even if he had to squeeze it out of the cocky bastard.

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I HOPED YOU LIKED IT, I enjoyed how it came out, let me know what you goobers thoughtt,

[gingiesworld]

Tis The Season

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Violence. Death. Happy ending

Word Count: 8.8k+

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18+ MINORS DNI

It is just your normal day in the small town of Westview. Everyone was putting up their decorations. Everything was as normal as could be, just like every year. The kids were playing in the snow building snowmen with their parents or older siblings.

Y/N was walking through the streets with their younger brother Peter. They were meeting their friends at the local cafe for some hot cocoa or coffee. Whichever they preferred. But truthfully they just wanted an excuse to leave their parents and their seasonal madness.

When they approached the coffee shop, Y/N was instantly engulfed in a hug by none other than Wanda Maximoff. Y/N has had a crush on her since grade school.

"I thought you weren't going to come." She said as the rest of their friends smirked at their interaction. Everyone else knew about their obvious crushes on each other but them. Wanda and Y/N were completely oblivious.

"Of course I would come. It's just this one here was too worried about his appearance before seeing MJ." Y/N said as they all started to tease the young Parker boy.

"Well I am sure you don't have to worry about . I am sure that she likes you too." Yelena smirked at her friend as they all entered the shop. They all got their orders and joined a couple of tables so they could all sit together.

"So, I hear that the Harknesses are hosting an ice skating event on christmas eve." Pietro said with a knowing smirk aimed at Wanda and Y/N who were sat together.

"Yeah, that will be fun." Wanda cheered as a few of them agreed as Y/N just shook their head no.

"I can't rollerskate so I know I will be on my ass more times than I can count." Y/N said as everyone but Wanda laughed

"I'll hold onto you." She smiled sweetly at Y/N who went red. Lucky they could say it's due to the snow outside.

"It's ok Wan, you don't have to." They said shyly as Wanda held their hand and intertwined their fingers.

"I want to." She told them firmly. They all decided that after the coffee shop they would all climb up the hill that overlooked the small town with their sleds.

"Ok so two to a sled." Nat spoke up as Wanda instantly latched onto Y/N. Y/N sat down as Wanda sat in between their legs ready for Y/N to push them off to start. When they were gone it just left Nat, Yelena, Pietro and Peter.

"Do you think they will ever tell each other?" Nat sighed as she rubbed her eyebrow.

"I don't think so." Peter replied.

"It's really giving me a headache." Pietro said as they all agreed before heading down the slope. Everyone laughed as Peter and Pietro went straight into the Lassiter's snowman covered in snow.

"Are you sure that neither of you need glasses?" Yelena teased them.

"Everything is covered in snow. It is all the same colour." Peter whined as everyone laughed as they headed back up the slope. They decided to have races down to see who was faster.

"You do realise that the results all depend on the weight distribution and gravity." Y/N stated as everyone groaned.

"The nerd is here." Pietro teased as Y/N decided to pick up some snow and threw it in his face. Everyone erupted in laughter before they started to have a snowball fight. The sleds were completely forgotten about. The laughter and screams of joy were all that could be heard throughout the town.

When the sun started to set, everyone went their own ways home. Their parents or guardians had cooked them a warm meal to warm them up from being in the cold.

But what they all didn't realize was that this was the year that when darkness engulfs the town, evil roams the town.

Through the night walked an evil being with horns and long fingers. No one had ever seen its face. The eyes were glowing red in the darkness. Everything was still as the residents slept peacefully.

It approached the first house on the edge of town. The Lassiters. It flew gracefully to the roof considering it had been dormant for a quarter of a century. It approached the chimney and entered the house. It crept through the house to the children's bedroom. It looked between the two sleeping boys before it smelled the aroma coming from each. It then approached the one who had the most prominent aroma telling it that he was older. It snatched him from his bed and carried him to the window. His brother Timmy opened his eyes just to see his older brother being carried off into the night.

Timmy screamed, alerting his parents. They both ran to their room.

"It took him." He whimpered as he pointed to the open window. His mother went straight to Timmy to hold him as his father ran outside to see if he could find his first born. He alerted the town sheriff about his son's disappearance. The sheriff assured him that he will do everything he can to find the missing boy.

The next day, the Lassiters were in shambles. Timmy was frightened as he described the creature that took him.

"I'm sure that in a few days you will remember it properly." Officer Langden spoke as he tried to keep his smile off his face.

"No. It's what I saw last night." Timmy said frantically. "Why won't you believe me?" He asked them all.

"These creatures don't exist, Timmy." His mother tried to soothe him as he shook his head.

"Well it took him mama. It took him." He cried. Begging for them to believe him.

"We will be back when he is less frantic Ma'am." Officer Langden spoke as Mrs Lassiter thanked him and walked him out. Timmy remained sat on the sofa, snuggled in his brother's blanket crying.

Y/N and Peter woke up to the smell of pancakes. They both loved Aunt May's pancakes. They both raced down the stairs to the kitchen just in time for her to plate them up.

"Thank you." They both said as they kissed her cheek taking a plate each.

"I have work today guys so I am going to need you to help around here." She told them both. "Y/N, you still need to finish the garage and Pete please make sure to help them."

"Yes Ma'am." They both saluted her, making her shake her head at their goofiness. She was being called in because of an emergency meeting and the extra workload they would get since Mrs Lassiter wouldn't be in work until her son is found.

The police went around his friends to see if he snuck out but he was stuck in a leather bag, big enough to hold an adult male. It was old and bloody from the previous victims. Henry Lassiter was trying to get free but he was stuck on a butcher's hook. It was cold and damp where it held its victims. To keep them fresh before it feasts on their organs. It would start with the heart. It thought that the heart tasted it's best when it was still beating.

Y/N was startled when the gang and Peter walked in as they were moving the tools around after building the new shelves.

"Did you hear about Henry?" Nat asked as they all sat and watched as Y/N did their task.

"What happened?" They asked as they found their Uncle Ben's old tool box.

"His brother Timmy is saying some creature took him but I think he snuck out to the city to see that girl of his." Pietro said as he looked around the garage.

"A creature? That's absurd." Peter laughed with Pietro.

"That's what I said." Pietro said as they both laughed earning a glare from Wanda.

"This is a serious matter whether you think he's run away to the city or not." Y/N scolded them both. "So don't make jokes about it." They went back to their task as the two remained quiet.

"What is going on between you and Vision, Wanda?" Nat asked the brunette as Y/N tried to block out the conversation.

"Nothing is going on between us. He likes me but I just don't feel the same." She told them as Y/N let out a breath that they didn't realise they were holding in.

"So do you have your eye on anyone?" Nat asked her with a knowing smirk. Everyone wanted either Y/N or Wanda to slip up but neither would.

"No?" She answered well, more like a question.

"I'm sure that whoever you do like Wan will be honored." Y/N told her as they brushed off their hands as Wanda blushed lightly which never went unnoticed by Nat. Peter and Pietro decided to head inside to have a go on the xbox while the girls stayed with Y/N in the garage.

As the day turned into night, everyone retreated to their homes while the creature lurked in the shadows awaiting it's time to strike at it's next victim in the middle of the cold night before leaving them in the bloodied leather bag hanging like a butcher hangs their dead animals ready to carve limb by limb after skinning them.

Another day and another firstborn child gone. The residents of Westview weren't worried just yet. They were thinking that it's another teen who ran away to the city. But the residents don't remember it happening 25 years earlier.

Everyone was starting to get their christmas gifts as The Lassiters and The Moores were mourning their children. The police still thought that the creature was still a joke even though the Moore's youngest described the same.

"Do you think it's true about the creature?" Wanda asked as everyone walked towards the coffee shop.

"No." Nat laughed as they entered. "Of course not."

"But the first born are the ones that are missing." She reasoned with the three oldest.

"Wan, there are just two teens missing. They have probably run away." Pietro said as they waited for their orders.

"Piet. I'm worried about you, that's all." Wanda huffed as she walked away to the table with Peter and Yelena.

"But should we be worried?" Pietro asked the two.

"I uh I don't know Piet." Y/N said as they were unsure about this situation. "Maybe they just went to the city to see the lights. You know how boring small town celebrations can be."

"Well tell your girlfriend that before she opens her own case file." Pietro said as Nat smirked.

"One. She isn't my girlfriend. Two. She is just worried about her brother, that's all." Y/N told him as he huffed picking up his and Peter's drinks leaving Y/N and Nat alone.

"You do realise that the Lassiters and Moores are neighbours." Nat whispered to Y/N.

"I know." They replied. "Pietro is only two blocks away from them."

"And if it is true about this creature, he has at most a week." Nat stated. Y/N was starting to worry about their friends. They knew that something wasn't right with this town.

"Uhm, I have to go." Y/N said as the five pairs of eyes landed on their standing figure.

"Why?" Wanda asked with furrowed brows.

"I promised Aunt May that I would have the garage finished before she finished work today." They said as they held their cup in their hand and finished.

"But we were all going to hang out today." Pietro whined as Y/N smirked.

"I know but I promised her." They told him. "And I don't break my promises." They said as they left the coffee shop and walked home.

"What was that about?" Yelena asked as they all watched Y/N walk home. They were wondering why they were acting weird.

As Y/N entered the garage, they saw Aunt May admiring their hard work. There was space for her car and all of Ben's things were neatly organised on a new set of shelves that Y/N had built.

"It looks good here, Y/N. Thank you." She beamed at them as she hugged them

"It's no problem." They smiled. "You've been given more work haven't you?" They asked her.

"I have. The Moore's have been frantic trying to find David and Debbie's workload has been passed onto the rest of us." She spoke tiredly.

"You should rest Aunt May." They told her as she shook her head no.

"I have to go back to work and I need to check on you and Peter." She said.

"Peter's at the coffee shop with everyone." Y/N told her as Aunt May let out a breath.

"You know I love you Y/N. More than anything." She said as she pulled them in for a hug. "You will find answers in Uncle Ben's boxes." She whispered before she left leaving Y/N confused and intrigued. They wanted to find answers and they looked at Uncle Ben's things on the shelf.

But they didn't realise that Wanda was coming with Pete and Pietro. So as they sat on the floor of the garage with their Uncle Ben's boxes.

"What are you doing Y/N?" They heard Wanda ask from the doorway making them jump slightly.

"Just some research." They mumbled as they looked through old papers. Wanda joined them and looked at the papers over their shoulder.

"What are you hoping to find?" She asked them.

"Answers." They said as they put the useless papers in a pile.

"For?" Wanda asked as she watched them concentrate.

"The disappearances. May said to look in his old boxes for answers." They told her.

"So you think that there is something." Wanda asked them as they sighed, putting the papers back in the box.

"Yes. I do." They said as they grabbed another box. They didn't want to tell Wanda that they were worried for her twin. They didn't want to worry her more.

They kept on doing their research until after the twins had left and they kept coming up with nothing but a name.

Bobby Sinclair.

So Y/N decided to do some research and found that he lived just outside of town. It was already dark out and they couldn't wait for answers. They got their jacket and hat and made their way across town. The only lights illuminating the streets were the colourful Christmas lights that everyone had hung. People were out caroling like two kids hadn't gone missing. Kids having snowball fights or making snowmen. Everything seemed as normal as can be but everything was far from normal. These disappearances were far from normal.

Y/N had approached an old run down house. There were dim lights shining through the curtains telling them that he was home. They remembered Bobby being labeled as the town crazy but they had no reason why.

They nervously approached the door and knocked three times. It was probably a stupid idea but they had to try. They needed to make sure that their friends would be safe.

"What do you want?" He huffed as he answered the door with a loaded shotgun pointed at Y/N.

"Hi. Uh I'm Y/N Parker. I have been going through my Uncle Ben's things and I saw your name come up quite a few times." They introduced themselves as calm as they could considering there was a 12 gauge aimed at their chest.

"I remember Ben, he was a great man." Bobby spoke sadly.

"He was." Y/N agreed, thinking back to before he got shot. That was the reason Aunt May packed them up and moved them to this small town where they met their friends.

"Come in." He said as he stepped aside allowing Y/N inside. They were met by the foul body odor and alcohol as they stepped inside. Bobby looked around his property before closing the door behind them. He led them through to his dimly lit living room. They saw articles of disappearances.

"These are dated 25 years ago." Y/N stated as Bobby nodded. "How?"

"The disappearances happened 25 years ago too." He said as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.

Y/N looked over the articles and another name stood out. James Parker. They picked it up and recognised the picture from moments earlier from inside their Uncle Ben's belongings.

"Why is there someone called James Parker here?" They asked him as he sighed.

"He was Ben's older brother. He was Jack's best friend. Jack was my brother." He told the teenager. "After they both were taken, your grandparents took Ben and your father and moved to Queens."

Y/N was shocked by this news so the Parker's lived here before Aunt May had them move here. But Y/N also noticed how he said taken as they saw one article:

25 children disappeared. FBI and Local Authorities set up search parties but came up empty handed.

"So this has happened before." Y/N stated as Bobby nodded. They saw a picture of an old sewer entry. "So they never found any of them?"

"No. They closed the case after the new year knowing that they weren't going to find them. 25 families have gone on not knowing what happened to their children. 25 younger siblings got called delusional with wild imaginations." He said harshly. "Your Uncle and I were one of those children." He moved around and got a file of older paper clippings. "But I have been doing research over the years. It is a cycle. It's a quarterly cycle. It has been going on for generations." He said as he handed Y/N the older clippings. He was finally happy that someone believed him.

"Did you find out anything on where it would store them?" They asked him as he sighed.

"All I know is that it likes cold, damp and dark places. And there aren't many here." He sighed regretfully.

"What about the sewage systems?" They asked him as he shook his head no.

"I went down there myself and I came up with nothing." He sighed as they looked at a map of the Town.

"But don't these old towns have an unused sewer system? One that hasn't been used in centuries?" Y/N asked him as he smiled at them.

"You know your stuff kid." He smirked at them.

"I did my research on the place we were moving to." They shrugged. "But clearly not enough research."

"That's ok kid. Towns like this one have their secrets." He told them before he looked at the time. "You should head home before it gets too dangerous. I will work on getting the old sewer entrance location and we can hopefully work together on getting this thing."

"Yeah." They sighed.

"Are you doing this for anyone? A sibling maybe?" He asked them as they sighed.

"My best friend. Her brother is only a couple blocks away so maybe in the next few days it's going for him and I want to stop it before it happens." They told him

"Do you have an older sibling?" He asked them as they shook their head no.

"I have a younger brother." They told him and his heart broke knowing that if they don't stop it, they will also fall victim to it.

"We will get this creature Y/N." He reassured them as he waved them off. Y/N walked through the dark streets not realising how late it was. When they arrived home, Aunt May was sitting on the sofa, a furious expression on her face.

"Where were you Y/N?" She asked them sternly.

"I was getting answers about what is going on." They told her as she sighed.

"Who did you see?" She asked them.

"Bobby Sinclair." They told her as she sighed.

"Did you find anything out?" She asked them.

"It's a cycle. Every 25 years it comes for the first born. It collects one teen a night for 25 days until the day of the winter solstice.” They told her. She was shocked at their knowledge.

"We have to get you out of here." She said frantically.

"No. We aren't leaving. My friends are here." They told her.

"You do realise that it is coming after you." She told them as they nodded.

"Yeah I do." They shrugged.

"I can't lose you Y/N. You and Peter are my everything." She told them as they gave her a soft smile.

"If I have a chance of stopping this Aunt May, I will do my best to stop it. Before it takes my friends." They told her.

"But what if it takes you in the process?" She asked them as they shook their head.

"Then it takes me." They told her. "If I can protect my friends I would die for them." They said before they headed off to bed.

The creature was slowly approaching the next house for its next victim while Henry and David tried their hardest to get out of the leather bags but they were too strong. They both realised that this is it for them. The creature will come back and take them from this realm placing them in their hell. They were mainly frightened of the how.

Y/N woke earlier the next day to her the news of another disappearance getting closer to the Maximoff residence. They wanted to get to the bottom of this as they made their way across town.

"So do you definitely believe this creature story?" Nat asked them as she approached Y/N.

"Yes." They said as they entered the library. They went to the old news spread section and collected papers from 25 years ago.

"So don't you think it's best that we all leave?" She asked them as they shook their head no.

"You guys all can. In fact, take the twins too." They said as Nat scoffed.

"And what about you?" She asked them.

"I am staying. I am taking this thing down." They told her. Nat noticed their Uncle's name on the current article that they were reading.

"Y/N. This is personal isn't it?" She said calmly as Y/N sighed.

"I need to do this Nat. For my Uncle Ben. He saw it take his older brother when he was a kid." They told her as she sighed.

"Ok. So where do we start?" She asked as she sat beside them. Y/N looked at her confused. "It's going to be coming for Pietro, you and me before christmas and I am sure that I want to be there to eat my christmas dinner." Nat stated making Y/N chuckle.

The pair sat and read old articles all morning, ignoring the vibrations of their phones from missed calls from their friends.

"So there is an entrance." Nat stated as she got up from her seat to show Y/N. "It has a location too."

"Well let's go." Y/N said as Nat shook her head no.

"We don't know what we are going after. It already has three. There is twenty two left. Pietro is in a few days and we need to know how to kill it, whatever it is." She told them.

"Ok, let's go and see Bobby." They told her as she shook her head.

"They're the town drunk Y/N." She told them.

"Nat. They also saw it. They have spent their life trying to find it. He was the one who gave me all of this information. He was Uncle Ben's best friend." They told her as she sighed as they both got up and made their way out of the library. Wanda and Yelena saw them both from the coffee shop as Y/N and Nat walked well, practically ran towards Bobby's place.

"Why are they in such a hurry?" Yelena asked the girl beside her.

"I don't know." She answered her, confused as they watched the pair disappear.

Y/N and Nat raced across town and soon found themselves knocking on his door. He let them both inside the same as he did last night.

"Do you always answer with the 12 gauge in your hands?" They asked him as they followed him into the living room.

"More or less." He shrugged. "So who's your friend?"

"This is Nat." They introduced their friend who just waved shyly. "We have a location for the old sewer entrance." They said as they handed him the paper.

"That's great. We just need to know what we are dealing with." He stated.

"You don't know what it is?" Nat asked him as he shook his head no. "You have been researching this thing your whole life and have no idea what it is?" She scoffed.

"I'm sorry that I had inserted "mourn my brother" into my already busy schedule." He shot at her as she laughed. Y/N couldn't help but smirk at his answer.

"Do you have any idea who might know?" Y/N asked him as he thought for a moment.

"The Harknesses. They have lived in this town longer than most folk here." He informed the pair. "Ask for Agatha." He told them as they thanked him. "Also when you find out what it, come for me and we will take it down together." He told them as they nodded.

"So you believe this?" Nat asked, still skeptical about the whole situation.

"I do, Nat." They told her. "I knew my Uncle Ben lost one brother when my parents died but found out that he lost another. I just don't want this to happen to anyone else."

"Anyone else meaning Wanda." Nat smirked.

"Anyone else meaning Wanda, Yelena and Peter." They told her as she nodded realising it wasn't just Pietro in danger.

"Then why are we going for it? Let's just get out of here." She told them.

"And in 25 years it will be back and maybe it will be our kids in danger if we're still living here." They pointed out as Nat sighed knowing she wasn't going to sway Y/N from their mission that they took on themselves.

They gulped when they approached The House of Harkness. They always thought it had a creepy Addams Family vibe to it.

"This house always gives me the creeps." Nat mumbled as they approached the door. Y/N chuckled as they reached for the huge brass knocker and knocked. They waited for someone to answer but it was a big house.

"Hello children." Agatha spoke as she greeted the pair. "What can I do for you?"

"We've heard that you can maybe help us." Nat spoke nervously.

"Do you know about the creature that takes its first born?" Y/N asked her to get straight to the point.

"You want my mother but she isn't returning to Westview until the weekend." She informed them.

"Is there no way that you can call her? It's urgent." Y/N said.

"I'm sorry. But I can look through her journals and see if I can find what you seek." She told them both softly. "So come back in a couple of days. It will give me time to do the research."

"Thank you Ma'am." Both teens said as they walked down the steps back to the street.

"I just hope we can get it in time." Nat said, worried herself for Pietro. "Do you think we should tell them?" She asked Y/N.

"No. Not yet at least." Y/N sighed as they walked back to their homes bidding farewell. Y/N didn't want to give up so easily just yet because they want to get to the bottom of it before anything happens to their friends.

Over the next few days, Y/N waited impatiently for Agatha to call them. Tonight was the night it was coming for Pietro and they are afraid that they may be too late. They lay in their bed staring at the ceiling unaware of a guest approaching their room.

"Hey Y/N." Wanda greeted her best friend as she lay beside them.

"Hey." They said as their eyes never moved to look at the girl beside them.

"Why haven't you returned any of my calls?" She asked them to get straight to the point.

"I have been busy Wanda." They told her as she scoffed.

"With Natasha." She snarled as Y/N jumped to their phone as a social media notification came through.

"Do you think your parents can take you and Pietro out of town today?" Y/N asked her.

"Why? So you and Nat can have a date without the twins and children in the way?" She scoffed as Y/N laughed. "What?"

"I don't like Nat like that. She's like a sister to me." Y/N told her which made the brunette feel slightly better. "It's just there's this thing going on and I just want you two to be safe."

"So you do believe this creature story." Wanda stated as she sat beside Y/N who nodded in reply. "And you think Piet is next."

"It fits the pattern. I just want you to be safe ok." They told her as she shook her head.

"What about your safety?" She questioned as they chuckled.

"I will be fine." Y/N told her as she shook her head.

"It's taking the first born. In case you have forgotten you are a first born." She told them as they just shrugged. "Y/N this is serious."

"I know it is serious Wanda. It is very serious. It is the 10th December and Pietro is next Wanda. He is next and if he doesn't get out of town he will be taken and probably killed." Y/N told her sternly as they stood up. "Do you want that to happen?"

"No but I don't want to lose you or Nat either." She told them. Y/N just sighed before wrapping their arms around her.

"You won't lose us. We are so close to getting answers and we will take it down." They told her as she just nodded. She hated the idea of leaving them to take care of this.

"I'll see what I can do." Wanda told them. "But I can't promise anything. You know what my mum is like this time of year." They just nodded before they pulled away when their phone started to ring. Wanda watched as Y/N answered it. She soon found out that it was Agatha. She watched as Y/N moved as fast as she had ever seen. They also sent a text to Nat to meet at the House of Harkness.

"I have to go. But please do as I ask." They told her as they kissed her forehead before they left her a blushing mess in their room.

Y/N got there at the same time as Nat. They both sighed as they approached the door but before they could knock, Agatha opened the door for them and let them in.

"Did you find anything?" Y/N asked her as she led them towards the dining room.

"Oh yeah. I found something." She smirked as she showed them a journal. "It is Streega. It's kind of like a witch. Hunts on a cycle." She told them as they looked over her shoulder. "They store the food for days and have a feast on the 26th day."

"So you're saying that the others will still be alive." Nat asked as Agatha gave her a sad smile.

"No. Some would have died from starvation or before that happens, they could start their feast." She said.

"You don't sound so sure?" Y/N stated as Agatha just shook her head.

"No one has gotten close enough to even see what it looks like. All it leaves behind is a ripe smell of death in its wake." She told them both.

"Any idea on how to kill it?" Y/N asked her.

"It's complicated." She told them. "You have to get close enough to stab it in its heart with a blade made of raw iron."

"Where are we going to find raw iron?" Nat asked as Y/N remembered something.

Y/N sat on Uncle Ben's knee as they had found his knife collection. He decided to show them the collection.

"This is a collection made of raw iron. Passed down from generations of Parker's." He told them.

"Really?" They said with a wide smile.

"Really. So when I die these will be yours." He told them as he smiled at the case with a velvet lining.

"I know." Y/N said as they left after thanking Agatha for her help. Nat chased Y/N as they ran through the town. When they reached their house, they ran straight up to their room.

"What are you looking for Y/N?" Nat asked as she rested her hands on her knees as she caught her breath.

"The knife set that Uncle Ben gave me." They spoke from under their bed.

"And how is that supposed to help?" She asked them as Wanda walked up behind Nat.

"The blades are raw iron." Y/N smirked at the red head. "Hey Wan."

"We're not going anywhere." She said sadly as Y/N sighed. There were three knives in the set. One for them, Nat and a spare. They took one out and gave it to Wanda.

"It's raw iron. It can kill it if you can get close enough to stab it in the heart." They told her.

"And you expect me to do it?" She asked them wide eyed.

"Ok then. We will have a sleep over at yours. I will stay with Pietro and Nat with Wanda." They said as the girls nodded in agreement.

They all settled in the Maximoff Residence. They had all told Pietro what was happening which he wasn't phased at all. He never believed any of them.

"You do realise how pathetic this is?" He asked the three.

"This isn't pathetic Pietro. We are trying to keep you safe." Wanda told her twin who just chuckled.

"This thing isn't real." He laughed as all three of them glared at him.

"It is Pietro. I don't care what you say anyway, I am staying here." Y/N stated as they settled in the chair for the night. Y/N was starting to wonder if this was a good idea. They made sure they had the blade secured in their boot.

"Do you think they will be ok?" Wanda asked as she and Nat settled for the night in her bed. Neither of them could sleep.

"I'm sure it will be fine Wanda." Nat reassured her even though she wasn't sure herself.

"Isn't Y/N older than Pietro?" Wanda then asked as the pair sat up and they frantically ran to Pietro's room.

"Hey where's the fire?" Pietro asked as he rubbed his eyes.

"Where's Y/N?" Nat asked him.

"They were on the chair?" He said as he pointed to an empty chair.

"Fuck!" Nat exclaimed.

"They probably just went home." He shrugged as Wanda shook her head at him.

"No they wouldn't. They would have told one of us." She told her twin.

"You still can't say that you still think this thing is behind all of these disappearances." He told them both as they both huffed and went back to her room.

"We need to look for them Nat." Wanda said as she paced her floor.

"We have to wait until the morning. We don't know if this Streega is stronger at night or not." She told her as Wanda started to panic.

"Oh god. What if we're too late. What if I never get to tell them." She said as Nat rolled her eyes and stood up. She placed her hands on Wanda's shoulders to stop her movements.

"You will be able to tell them that you're in love with them." She told her. "We just need to see Bobby first and he will help us." Wanda just nodded as Nat led her to the bed. Wanda couldn't sleep at all that night. She was worried for Y/N. She didn't know where they were or how they were.

Meanwhile Y/N soon woke to the sound of David screaming as the Streega reached in his chest and pulled out his beating heart before his eyes. They realised that it was feeding on them 8 days after they had been captured.

They flinched at every crack and rip they heard coming from David's body. Every bite which sounds like a greedy man biting out of a chicken leg. This was the first time they were actually scared. They were scared for their life. Nat's life. Maybe Pietro if it catches on.

They searched their boot for the blade only to find it gone. They could feel their eyes fill with tears as this was the end for them. As much as they talked a big game about taking this creature down but they never thought that they would be caught.

As they listened to the thing eat its way through the flesh on David's bones. Wanda and Nat were restless. As soon as the day started, they raced towards Bobby's and Nat knocked on frantically.

"Where's the taller kid?" He asked them both.

"The thing took them." Nat told him.

"Do we know how to kill it?" He asked them as they followed him into the living room.

"Raw iron blade to the heart." Nat informed him as he nodded and took a blade from his own knife collection.

"Well this may be tricky to get close to it." He said as they both nodded. "But with three of us we will have an amazing chance." He said with a smile.

"Nope. Wanda isn't in on this." Nat said as Wanda scoffed as she glared at the red head. "Y/N would kill me if I let you go in there."

"We have to do everything to get them back, Nat." Wanda told her as Nat shook her head.

"The two of you are fucking oblivious." She sighed as Bobby watched the interaction between the two.

"What is that supposed to mean?" She asked her as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"The two of you. It's getting exhausting to watch how you love them and they love you." Nat blurted out as Wanda chuckled.

"They wouldn't love me like that Nat." She said as she shook her head as Nat sighed.

"Just think Wanda. Especially to these past couple of weeks." She told her as Wanda did. She remembered how Y/N hated hugs but they welcomed them with ease from the Sokovian. They always had a soft spot for Wanda and came to her defense whenever they had to. They always made sure that she was safe no matter what. They even tried to get Wanda and Pietro out of town.

"Do you think it was their plan all along to be caught?" She asked Nat as she shrugged.

"I don't think so. I think they wanted to take the creature down before it took Pietro but none of us thought that it would take them in his place." Nat told her sadly.

"We have to get them back, Nat." Wanda said as her eyes started to sting as they filled with unshed tears.

"We will Wanda." She said as she pulled her in for a hug.

"Ok we will have to come up with a plan. And we can only execute it during the day." Bobby told the pair as they got talking of a plan while Y/N tried their hardest to get out of the leather bag that was hung on a metal hook.

Y/N continued to swing on the hook hoping the bag would fall. Although they didn't know how far the drop was. They didn't care either, they just wanted out so they continued to swing as hard as they could until they heard a snarl and felt a blow which caused them to hit the wall behind them and fall.

Wanda, Nat and Bobby were walking towards the old sewer entrance. The three of them looked at it before they all used their strength together and opened it.

They all had torches as they walked through the unused sewer. It was cold, damp and dark. The smell was no better either. It smelt like Pietro's room after Y/N had been taken.

"It's here." Bobby whispered as the three covered their noses.

"It's going to take forever to find them." Wanda said as Nat held her hand.

"And we will take as long as we have to to find them." Nat said as they continued to walk.

"These old sewer systems usually have an octogonal passageway where it connects each sewer." Bobby informed them

"So do you think they may be there?" Wanda asked hopefully.

"I hope so kid." He sighed as they continued to walk along the never ending tunnel. Rats were running in the opposite direction, like they were running away from something. Wanda spotted something shiny in the distance. When they approached it she remembered it as Y/N's blade.

"It's Y/N's." Nat stated as the three of them looked at it.

"That means they are here." Bobby stated as Wanda put the blade in her other hand ready for when they found Y/N.

"Fuck." Y/N groaned when they made impact with the floor. They felt an excruciating pain up their left arm as they landed on it. "That's going to leave a mark." They groaned as they tried to move it but it only caused them more pain.

They tried to wriggle the bag open with their good arm to get out. They jumped back when suddenly the bag was ripped open and they felt cold bony fingers around their throat. They tried with all of their might to get it's cold hand from their throat but it was so strong. Inhumanly strong.

"Let me go." They rasped out as they gasped for air with their airways constricting due to the pressure that the streega applied to it. They completely forgot about their already broken arm as they punched and kicked the streega which then threw them across the room. "I hate christmas." They groaned as they managed to get into a sitting position.

"Did you guys hear that?" Wanda asked the pair as they listened again until they heard another thud.

"We heard that." Bobby stated as the three started to run to the source of the sound.

"Don't you think it is kind of funny that we are running to the thing that wants to kill Y/N, Pietro and I." Nat laughed earning a glare from Wanda. They hoped that they would get their in time before the Streega killed again.

As Y/N tried to get up, it struck a blow to their chest winding them. They soon ended up on their knees hurled over as they held their chest feeling the pain from the blow. They yelped as it gripped their hair and started to drag them to the table where it was still covered in the blood from Henri and David. Y/N tried to get free but they had angered it. They had fought back. Something that none of its victims had done before.

Before it could reach into Y/N's chest, Bobby fired a raw iron bullet in its arm. It yelped as it stumbled away from Y/N. He kept shooting it as Wanda moved to help Y/N up off of the table. Nat went to help the other teens down from the bags.

They all watched as Bobby got close enough to it and stabbed it in its heart. They watched as it screamed out in pain as it turned to ashes. Bobby stood there over the ashes as he had finally done what he had wanted to do all of these years.

"Hey, Y/N. You need to see a doctor." Wanda said as she looked at Y/N who looked out of it. She was worried about her best friend as she moved their arm over her shoulders causing them to cry out in pain. Wanda was extremely worried about them as Bobby walked over to them.

"Help Nat with the others." He told her as she nodded. "Come on kid." He said as he used their right arm and put it over his shoulders. He and Y/N trailed slowly behind the others as they exited the old sewer system.

Bobby and Y/N were falling behind as Y/N kept losing their footing and stumbling. When Y/N had completely gone limp he picked them up before they managed to reach the others as they all sat down. Bobby lay Y/N down as Wanda and Nat rushed over to them.

"I called 911." Nat said as Bobby nodded.

"Thank you." Wanda told him as he smiled at her.

"It was all them." He said as he pointed to Y/N. "They sought me out. I gave up but they made me want to fight again for Jack and those kids who were in our shoes." Wanda sat beside Y/N and handed Nat the blades.

"Yelena is on her way to take the knives home to keep them safe for them." She told Wanda who nodded. Y/N was out cold and Wanda was worried about them but soon enough those worries will be put to an end as they heard the sirens coming closer to them.

"You'll be ok Y/N." She whispered as she kissed their forehead.

The other teens were treated for dehydration since they hadn't been fed or drank any water in days. Meanwhile Y/N had fractured ribs and had to have pins put in their left arm. They had bruised lungs and a bruised back.

The Lassiters and The Moores were devastated at the loss of Henry and David. But the other families were happy to have them back.

Y/N sat on the hospital bed as Aunt May went to sign their discharge papers as Peter sat beside them.

"What actually happened Y/N?" Peter asked as Y/N turned off the TV. They placed the remote back on the side before shaking their head no. They didn't want to talk about it. They wanted to forget it all happened.

"I'm not talking about it Peter." They told him angrily as they got off the bed.

"I was only asking Y/N because it has clearly affected you." He said as Y/N just chuckled dryly. It was Christmas eve and their friends would be spending it with their families. They wouldn't get to see them until after Boxing Day.

"Are you ready to go home Y/N?" Aunt May asked softly as she entered the room. They nodded as they went to pick up their bag but Aunt May beat them to it. They walked out behind May and Peter towards the car. "Y/N is in the passenger seat Peter." She told him sternly as he huffed and got in the back with a scowl. Y/N struggled to sit in the seat as they were still in pain. They were healing but too slow for their liking.

When they got home, they just went to their room to lay down. They hated the memories of it eating David. They could still hear his screams and the sounds of his body being torn apart. They could still smell that awful smell of fear and death.

They wanted to sleep but they didn't. It was around 10pm and they decided to call Nat. They know that Wanda's parents can be strict on the holidays.

"What can I do for you Y/N?" Nat greeted them.

"I can't sleep Nat." They said quietly. Nat was shocked to hear them speak like they were so small and frail.

"What's going on Y/N?" She asked them softly.

"I can still hear them." They spoke shakily. "The screams and the sounds and the smell." They said as tears fell down their cheeks. "I can't sleep because I am back there everytime I close my eyes. There's no one to talk to without being called crazy."

"I know Y/N." She spoke softly. "I've seen the news."

"It's ridiculous Nat. They're saying it was an overdose that killed Henry and David and that the rest just wanted a place to party and get high before the holidays." They said as they sat up. "It infuriates me that they still don't believe us."

"I understand Y/N." She sighed and then she came up with an idea. "When are you going to tell Wanda?"

"Tell Wanda what?" They asked her, playing dumb.

"You know what Y/N." She scolded them as they chuckled.

"I'm tired Nat." They told her as she sighed.

"Well go to sleep." She suggested as they took in a deep breath.

"I can't Nat." They whispered with tears in their eyes.

"Well, think about the things you love the most about Wanda." She teased before hanging up. That was when Y/N decided to ask the brunette to meet them in the Town Square.

"Where are you going?" Aunt May asked Y/N as they put on their shoes and jacket.

"I need to see Wanda." They said before they left the house. Aunt May smiled at them as the door closed.

Y/N stood under the Christmas lights as they waited patiently for her. They smiled as she walked through the crowd of people. The snow fell perfectly as she walked with a smile on her face.

Their smile widened when she got closer. They admired how her eyes sparkled under the multicoloured lights.

"Are you ok Y/N?" She asked them concerned as she approached them.

"Yes. No. Maybe." They stumbled over their words. "I will be." They smiled at her as they tried to hide how nervous they were. "This is so hard to say."

"Just take your time." She smiled at them. They soon caught her family just beside the ice rink.

"I'm so sorry you're out with your family." They said with wide eyes.

"It's ok Y/N." She laughed which made them lighter. "So what did you want to say?"

"I uh well. I am in love with you. I have been in love with you for however long I can remember. And when I was there, all I could think about was I never got to tell you. And I need to tell you. Even if you will never feel the same. I just have to get it out because it's eating me alive." When they finished, Wanda just gazed at them with a fuzzy smile on her face.

"Y/N. I was worried that I would never get the chance to tell you how I feel either. You are my most favourite person in the world. My world literally spins for you and I would be so lost without you." She sighed before she reached up to cup their face. Their cheeks are cold from the winter air. "I am so in love with you too."

Y/N smiled down at her as they could feel their heart fill with joy. They both leaned in and let their lips meet in their first kiss. A kiss that sent warmth throughout their bodies as it became passionate as each second went on.

When they pulled away for air they heard cheering and clapping from their family and friends who had all decided to sneak out and watch as Wanda hid her face in Y/N's chest. Y/N rubbed their good hand up and down her back as she wrapped her arms around their middle. Just enjoying their embrace and happy to get all of that off of their chests after a hard couple of weeks.

They both soon joined their friends and families to celebrate christmas eve together. Everyone together is happy and safe.

"This is my favourite christmas eve." Wanda whispered as they watched everyone ice skating.

"Next year we will skate." Y/N stated as Wanda smiled up at them. They leaned down and gave her soft peck before they both opted to go for a walk around in the snow.

They had finally overcome every possible obstacle they could have ever dreamed of and only came out stronger.

[lovelettersforthedamned]

baby making with peter? either they already have a little one or it’s their first time tryin + bonus if it’s around the holidays :)

3+1

--genre + trope: SMUT, fluff, nsfw.

--pairing: dad!tasm!peter parker x mom!reader

--word count: 1.2k

--warnings: kissing, oral (f receiving), very fluffy sex, unprotected sex (DONT), creampie, multiple orgasms, fluff at the end.

--gif credits: @bethanyesda

The wind carried the snow throughout the city, a constant chill whipping past those that are traveling through the city. The beginning of December remained ruthless, but the multicolored lights coming from the apartments across the street warmed you. Inside your apartment, you and Peter have been unable to detach from each other’s touch all night. You two have been talking about adding another member to the family, the thought dancing through your mind for the past few days. Peter was actually the one to bring it up earlier this morning, catching you off guard. You told him you were okay to start trying, but you didn’t know you would start tonight. 

Your daughter, Junie, was at your family friend’s house, decorating cookies with their kids, and probably eating all of them in the process. She doesn’t know about your plans to give her a sibling, but of course, you asked her what she thought. As soon as you asked, her face lit up, and right from that moment, you knew that you needed another little one. 

The warm lighting accentuated Peter’s features as you two were entangled on the couch, your lips dancing around each other until you had to pull away for air. Peter asks as he looks into your eyes, “Are we going to do this…right now?”

You draw your attention to his face, searching for any signs of regret, “Yeah, I want to, but if you don’t then we don’t–.” Peter cuts you off with another deep kiss, the reconnection of your lips making your chest flutter. 

Smiling into your lips, he mumbles, “Let’s do this baby.” 

He climbs off of you, standing, as he extends a hand towards you. Grabbing it, he pulls you off the couch and leads you to your shared room. There’s a pep in his step, his eagerness never fails to amuse you. Reaching your room, you immediately pull him back into your embrace, enveloping him in another earth-shattering kiss. He swore his knees almost buckled. 

Still kissing him, you blindly lead him to bed, not daring to pull away. One thing about Peter is that his hands love to travel and explore your figure, and tonight was no exception. He knew all of your soft spots to memory, his delicate touch tracing the sides of your neck, leading down to the high point of your collar bone, and eventually making his way down to cusp the supple flesh of your breast. The soft squeeze was enough to elicit a delicate moan.

You wanted more, grabbing the back of Peter’s hand, and guiding him to the hem of your shirt. He’s caught on to your desperation, grasping the fabric and pulling it off of you. Revealing that you chose not to wear a bra today. It’s only then that Peter pulls his lips away from yours, leaning back to admire the view in front of him, “Fuck baby…you’re perfect. Y’know that, right?” His eyes raised to look back at your expression, a playful glimmer flickering on his face. 

You lean back onto your arms, making your breasts the main focus, and you respond, “I’m not sure Petey, maybe you could tell me, or even better, you could show me.” 

Peter’s stunned by your teasing, a sudden burst of confidence, making him dizzy. A giggle erupts from your chest as he climbs on top of you. Peter starts to litter kisses upon the valley between your breasts as he works to undo your jeans, quickly undoing the button and ripping them off, pulling your panties along with them. 

As soon as you’re undressed, Peter quickly follows, stripping himself until his beautifully toned body is in front of you. Peter knows what he wants, and there is nothing stopping him from devouring your, now-dripping, core. He sinks to his knees and pushes your thighs apart, the cold air touching your aching clit, making you hiss. 

With dilated pupils, Peter immediately attaches his mouth to you. He groans into your entrance, your taste wrapping around his tongue. Your hands find their way to his hair, the brown strands weaving through your fingers as you tug. Peter notices how much you love this, and it only adds to his pleasure. He loves worshiping your body. He still marvels at the fact that you’re able to create life. He honestly gets a little emotional thinking about it, but that’s for another time. Right now, all he wants you to do is cum in his mouth. 

He knows you're close when your toes curl and your clit starts to contract under his lips. Only a few seconds pass when his suspicions are confirmed to be true. He feels you cum onto his tongue, another groan escapes him as he’s surrounded by the taste of you. As you start to come down from your high, your fingers untangle from Peter’s hair and make their way to his hands. You’re panting as he asks, “You feeling okay, bug?”

“Baby,” you look down, “if you don’t fuck me right now, I think I might die.”

He crawls up to you, greeting you with a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips, “Alright, alright, be patient my love.”

“Please, please, please,” the world cascading off your lips like a mantra is quickly resolved as Peter enters you, bottoming out. A collective moan echoes through the room and ricochets off the walls. 

Not breaking eye contact, you hold his face, taking a mental picture of him in this state. Peter’s pace has been lovingly slow, but you didn’t mind. Both of you realized that this moment is sacred. There’s no rush, no panic, but there is the overwhelming weight of tenderness pushing on your heart. Pulling Peter close, you nestle your head in his shoulder, occasionally giving him small kisses on his neck. 

In this new position, you’re able to hear each pant, grunt, and moan perfectly. Combine that with the stimulation each thrust gave your clit, and you were right on the edge, once again. “Peter, baby, you whisper, “I’m right there…I’m gonna cum.”

A louder moan leaves Peter as he feels your walls clench around him, “Cum for me, cum for me (Y/N).” 

Cumming on his cock sent shockwaves throughout your body, causing your legs to shake beside him. It wasn’t long before you could feel a sudden pressure inside you, Peter coating your walls with his cum. He gives you one last thrust, making sure he got every last bit inside you. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you murmur, “I love you…so much, Peter.”

Peter’s arms nestle under your back, pulling you impossibly closer, “I love you too, (Y/N).”

~

After you’ve both cleaned up and settled back onto the couch, you breathe in deeply, soaking in this time with Peter. The lights outside your window twinkled and shone through the evening sky, and an indescribable cheer lingered in the air. “I can’t wait to tell Junie,” Peter says.

You smile, and the thought of making her a big sister brings tears to your eyes, “It’ll be quite the Christmas for her, huh?”

Peter presses a kiss to your temple, softly sweeping the hair that fell into your face behind your ear. And as if right on cue, a knock on your door startles you, signifying that your little baby Junie is back.  

--author's note: PETER PARKER, THE MAN YOU ARE!!! no but seriously holy shit i love him. this request and the other request for dad!peter is my weakness, actually. thank you for requesting!! mwah mwah mwah...support your writers by liking, commenting, and reblogging!!! my inbox is open, even past the 100 follower bash fyi! keep sending me ideas, i love them so much. everyone's brains are so delicious and smart. ok, ily bye<333