#spider man x avenger!reader

[rainydayathogwarts]

Bed side drawer - Peter Parker

summary: when Tony finds a box of condoms in Peter's bed side drawer, he doesn't expect Peter's girlfriend to walk into the room, causing an awkward interaction. a/n: my toxic trait is that i always imagine tasm!peter even tho it's in the avengers universe 0.6k wc

When Peter walks into his bedroom, the first thing his eyes lay on is the box of condoms in his mentor's hand. Tony Stark smirks from where he sits on his mentee's bed, drinking the cup of coffee Aunt May had so graciously prepared him. Peter's eyes go wide, flickering between his open bed side drawer and his mentor, and he dives across the room to get the box from him. Peter nearly hits his head against the wall when Tony tosses the box in the air, catching it in his hand when it falls down again. Peter's face flushes red as he scrambles back up, straightening his bed sheets where he haphazardly landed on them, mouth gaping open. Peter can hear you laughing with his Aunt May in the living room about another one of May's stories. She always had to tell you about the stories of how smitten he was with you, an attempt for your relationship to last forever. He needs to get that box before you walk in because that was not the situation he imagined you'd meet Mr. Stark in. He refused to let it happen.

Peter tilts his head to the side with desperate eyes, begging "Please give me those Mr. Stark." Tony grins teasingly, saying "You know these only work when there are two people involved, right?" Peter doesn't have time to react before the door to his room opens again and you walk in, saying something about the story Aunt May had told you before your eyes land on the older man in the room, prompting you to go silent. Oh no, Peter thinks. Tony quickly's eyes quickly scan you where you awkwardly stand in the doorway, and the obvious mortification that settles on your face at the realisation of who he is.

"Oh."

"Oh." Tony's tone is suggestive, and completely different from yours. He stands up from Peter's bed, slowly making his way across the room to you. His eyes flicker between you and Peter, the box of condoms still in his hands as you shoot a hand out in front of you, smiling nervously and saying "Hi, I'm y/n." in a lowsy attempt to ignore the box laying in the man's hand, eyes glancing down to it a couple of times. Tony shakes your hand, introducing himself, before asking "And who might you be y/n?" Gulping, you glance between your boyfriend, whose face has flushed a dark shade of red, and the avenger standing in front of you. "I'm Peter's girlfriend." You state, eyes widening as Tony puts the box of condoms in your hand.

"There are two people involved then..." You hear him mutter under his breath, but it's nothing as embarrassing as Aunt May walking into the busy room and observing the situation, attention immediately caught by the box of condoms that you throw at your boyfriend in a panic. The box hits Peter's chest and falls on the floor, and neither of you make a move to pick it up whilst you smile awkwardly at May, who follows Tony out of the room. You huff when they walk out, turning around to dig your head into Peter's chest in humiliation. Your boyfriend hugs you close, rubbing a hand on your back, and he's happy you can't hear Tony say "That girl seems too sweet to be having sex with your nephew." or his Aunt May's scoff of "Yeah until you come back home after a night with your friends and hear everything through those walls. She really knows how to talk dirty."

[sl-newsie]

Normal people: look up an actor to see what other shows they've been in

Me: sees a hot character and immediately researches for fanfiction about them

It's an instinct now.

[thealtoduck]

THINK LATER

Peter Parker x Male Black Cat!Reader

Warnings: Smut, bottom!Reader, top!Peter, rooftop sex, masks stay ON, enemies with benefits (kinda), unprotected sex, spit as lube, riding, doggy style, fingering…

Male Black Cat!Reader: Masterlist

Summary: Peter feels conflicted about your friends with benefits relationship and vents his frustration to the Black Cat…

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Peter’s pov

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Peter knew that you two weren’t exclusive.

But hearing Y/n had hooked up with his neighbour still stung his heart. He considered if he had started to catch feelings for him… but decided he didn’t want to get into all that and feel even worse.

He needed a distraction.

He layed sprawled out on his bed thinking when it hit him. Duh, he was Spider-Man, what better distraction was there?… He got of his bed, changed into the red and blue suit, opened the window and climbed out.

Luck seemed to be on everybody’s side but his that night… for once Queens was just a boring place where nothing happened, no one needing his help in the slightest. So as he swung around Y/n still lingered in his mind.

Eventually he gave up, swinging to the top of a building he sat down on the edge looking out over the city. Maybe he had caught feelings for Y/n, he thought to himself as he watched the city streets below.

Suddenly his Spider-sense tingled making him swiftly turn. Only to be met with a familiar face… or rather mask.

”Hey Spider” the Black Cat said in his usual purring voice.

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Your pov

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Spider-Man just seemed to examine you, noticing you didn’t have any stolen goods on you. So he just remained seated on the building edge and said tiredly ”Not now, Cat, I’m not in the mood”.

This was the first time he ever seemed indifferent to you. You HATED the feeling.

”What’s got you all moody?” you questioned. Spider-Man turned to you confused. ”Why would I talk about my feelings with you?” he questioned suspiciously. ”Crazy concept, right?” you teased and balanced playfully on the edge of the building.

Spider-Man let out a deep breath and thought, what’s the worst that could happen.

”So there’s this guy, that I’m kinda… messing around with-” Spider-Man started.

”What?” you cut in. He just looked at you for a couple seconds before you said ”Sorry, go on”.

”…And he slept with this other guy and it made me realise that I kind of want us to be exclusive but I don’t know if he wants that too” He finshed explaining. You stood and looked at the spandex clad hero and what he had told you bothered you…

Some little boytoy was bothering him to the point of keeping YOU from being chased by your favourite Spider, keeping him from doing his job of chasing YOU a WANTED thief. You didn’t know why but the idea that someone else had their claws dug in to him like this bothered you.

The thought that he had a life outside of the mask that didn’t involve you at all…

Jealousy flared up inside you like a flash fire.

”Oh, come ON” you said loudly. ”You are Spider-Man, you’re really gonna let him walk all over your feelings like that? You know what you need? You need to show him that you that you’re not just gonna wait for him” you told him.

Spider-Man just looked at you and then questioned ”How do I do that?”.

”Jesus, Spider take of the damn purity ring! Do I need to spell it out for you?” you said and he understood what you were getting at.

You got off the edge of the building and made your way behind where he sat. You pulled the zipper to your suit all the way down. You pulled of the form fitting black suit of your body down to your hips showing off your upper body.

”I still don’t kno-…” he said turning but stopping mid-sentence as he saw your bare upper body. ”Liking the view?” you teased. Spider-Man got up and walked over to you ”Cat, come on”

You poked a finger on his upper chest ”You need to show him that you’re good without him”

”He can’t see us”

”Then show yourself that you don’t need him”

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Peter’s pov

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The sight was mouth watering to Peter, usually criminals weren’t his type but Black Cat just had a hold of him. Maybe there was a reason he hadn’t managed to catch him yet, maybe he wouldn’t let himself. He had started liking the chase.

Peter tried to think of Y/n but was like hypnotized seeing Black Cat’s upper body. Peter slowly reached for him, touching the soft skin of his stomach with his gloved hands. He let his hans wander Black Cat’s body.

”Liking it?” Cat asked.

”Yeah” Peter mumbled completely transfixed.

Black Cat leaned in and placed a kiss on Peter’s mask covered lips. ”Wanna lift this for me?” he asked and Peter let go of Cat’s body and lifted his mask slightly revealing his lips. Soon Black Cat’s lips crashed against his as their arms wrapped around each other in a passionate embrace.

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Your pov

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You ended up laying on your back against the cold rooftop, Spider-Man who was on top of you pressed a button on his suit making it turn loose around his body. He pushed it of his body revealing his own muscular chest to you.

”Not bad Spider” you complimented.

The two of you continued to make out and Spider-Man pulled your suit further down revealing your tight white underwear. He threw your Black Cat suit aside and looked at your stripped down self. It almost felt familiar to him.

You slowly pulled your underwear down while looking Spider-Man in the eyes. ”So, how do you want to do this?” you purred curiously. ”Why don’t you start preparing yourself and give me a show?” he recommended.

You did as told, spreading your legs and started playing with your hole, fingering yourself as Spider-Man watched. He had let his own suit fall down to his ankles sat down on his kness infront of you. He palmed his erection through his boxers as he watched you stretch yourself open.

Spider-Man then pulled down his boxers slightly, letting his erect cock feel the night air. He jerked himself off as he saw you add another finger inside yourself. He then crawled closer to you, soon you were making out again with him on top of you, your naked bodies grinding together.

You then suprised him by rolling the two of you over so that you were on top of him, you pinned his hands over his head and whispered ”You ready?”. ”Yeah” Spider-Man answerd eagerly. You spit in your hand and rubbed it on his length.

You then lined up his cock with your enterance and sunk down on it. You supported yourself with your hands on Spider-Man’s pecs as you felt him fill you up with his cock. You let out a soft moan and said ”You’re cock is quite impressive, Spider”.

Once all of him was inside you, you rested for a moment, letting him fully stretch you out. Spider-Man let out soft gasps, from feeling his cock clenched in your tight heat.

Soon you started moving slowly up and down on his cock, Spider-Man let out a satisfied groan which made you smirk knowing you could give him that pleasure. You took Spider-Man’s hands and moved them to the globes of your ass letting him touch them.

He grabbed your ass tightly helping you roll your hips on his thick length. ”Fuck Cat- so fucking good” Spider-Man said through groans, his mouth hanging open.

You sped up the pace as you bounced up and down on his cock, feeling it deep inside you. You both let out heavy moans, the people down on the street might even hear what’s going on up on that rooftop.

”Can I- Can I-” Spider-Man tried but was unable to get out, so you slowed down the pace. ”Can you, what? Handsome” you said putting a hand under his chin. ”Can I fuck you from behind?” He asked in a polite yet needy tone.

”It’d be my pleasure” you said repositioning yourself so you were on all fours. Spider-Man positioned himself behind you. He re-insterted himself into your ass and put his hands on your hips, he then started thrusting himself into you, the sound of skin slapping together filling the rooftop.

”Fuck Spider- Y-you don’t go easy” you said feeling his cock plowing you.

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Peter pov

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Peter enjoyed the view, Black Cat had the most perfect ass and the thought of stuffing it full of cum made it even better. Peter’s cock was kneaded perfectly inside your heat.

He sped up his thrusts, wanting to fuck the orgasms out of the both of you. The whines Black Cat made beneath him implied to Peter he was getting close.

Through heavy panting Black Cat managed to get out a ”I’m gonna- c-cum”, Peter made sure to fuck deep into him as he let out a big groan. Peter assumed Black Cat had just shot his load on the rooftop floor.

Peter then felt his own orgasm approaching and asked ”Can I cum inside you?”. Black Cat said softly ”As much as you want”. Peter then animalistically thrusted into him, losing a proper rhythm.

And with a powerful last thrust with his cock stuffed deep inside Black Cat, Peter felt his seed spurt inside the the man beneath him. Peter panted heavily feeling completely drained.

Peter pulled out seeing his cum leak out of the other man’s ass and down his legs. The two then layed down on their backs next to each other, both exhausted and looking up at the stars.

”Feeling better?” Black Cat asked.

”Yeah” Peter said, his stress about Y/n having vanished for now.

After a while Peter stood up and offered Black Cat a hand but he remained laying on his back.

”You know, I’ll think I’ll rest here for a bit longer… Jesus, Spider, I didn’t know you were THAT big” Black Cat stated, touching his streched out cum stained ass. Peter let out a small laugh, he went and got himself dressed up in his costume and also brought Black Cat his suit and underwear.

”You know I should really use this opportunity to arrest you, I’ve never seen you so tired” Peter joked.

”Wow and after all I’ve done for you tonight Spider, that’s rude” he said back. Peter then bid Black Cat farewell and jumped from the building, swinging himself home.

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As Peter layed down in bed again, his mind was fully focused on Black Cat, his body, his ass, his everything. Peter felt himself growing hard again just thinking about him, he slipped a hand in his boxers and down to his cock and started rubbing it, and he spent the rest of the night fantasizing about the Black Cat.

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Steve: How is everyone doing today?

Y/N: Well, I’m still breathing.

Steve: Are your standards really that low?

Y/N: I mean, it’s better than Peter over there.

Peter, having a panic attack: I can’t breathe.

[ironinc]

Can’t Look Away, Lingerie.ᝰ.ᐟ

Peter Parker x F!Black Reader. (Smut/NSFW)

˗ˏˋ You and your boyfriend Peter Parker are browsing through a lingerie store. Picking out pieces that catch your eye. After going to a private dressing room, he sits there watching you try things on— piece by piece, he can’t help the way his jeans are suddenly feeling so tight.

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Very explicit & detailed. | A/N: I’m so sorry I haven’t posted in a while. Life was beating me up for a second😩. Peter is aged up to 23 in this, and you’re 21. | WC: 2,206

(Long strides definition: refers to taking large steps when walking or running, covering more ground with each step. Accentuating definition: To make more noticeable or prominent.)

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It started innocently enough. You’d just gotten your hair done that morning, the silk press smooth and gleaming under the sun’s soft light. It’s perfect for the winter time. He’d noticed it immediately, his fingers brushing against the nape of your neck as he leaned in to whisper, “You look gorgeous.” The compliment sent a shiver down your spine, but you’d brushed it off with a playful smile, and a sweet “Thank you handsome.” pretending it didn’t affect you as much as it did.

The lingerie store wasn’t part of the plan. You’d passed it on your way to grab something to sweet to drink, the window display catching your eye. He’d noticed your lingering glance and, without a word, steered you inside. “Let’s see what they have,” he said, his tone casual, but the look in his eyes told a different story.

Inside, the store was a maze of delicate fabrics and seductive designs. He moved through the aisles with a confidence that surprised you, his fingers trailing over straps and lace as if he knew exactly what he was looking for.

His hand brushes against yours as you both reach for the same piece—a delicate black corset with intricate lace detailing with a matching thong. His dark blue shirt clings to his muscles, the fabric taut across his broad shoulders, and you can’t help but let your eyes linger for a moment too long.

“This one,” he says, his voice low and steady, his fingers grazing over the fabric. “I want to see you in this.”

You feel a sudden heat in your cheeks as you nod, unable to form words. The worker at the counter eyes you both with a knowing smile, handing you a key to the private dressing room at the back of the store. “Take your time,” she says, her tone light but suggestive.

As you step into the small, softly lit room, Peter closes the door behind you, the click of the lock sending a jolt of anticipation through your body. 

He sits on the comfy bench, his blue jeans perfectly fitted, his legs spread just enough to make your breath hitch. His eyes are on you, dark and focused.

“Show me,” he commands, his voice a low rumble that makes your knees weak.

You turn your back to him, pulling off your sweater and letting it fall to the floor. His gaze burns against your skin as you hook your fingers into the waistband of your jeans, sliding them down your legs. You’re acutely aware of the silence, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric and the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.

You reach for the corset, the cool silk sliding against your skin as you fasten it around your torso. The sensation of being laced up, of the fabric tightening around you, sends a thrill through your body. Not forgetting to put on the matching silk thong that came with it. You glance over your shoulder, catching his expression—his jaw is clenched, his eyes narrowed with desire.

“Turn around.” He says, his voice stern and a bit low.

You comply, your breath catching as his eyes rake over you. The corset hugs your curves perfectly, accentuating every inch of your body. 

He leans forward, his hands resting on his knees, fingers twitching as if he’s resisting the urge to touch you. “Fuck,” he mutters, his voice thick. 

“You look…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence, but he doesn’t need to. The way he’s looking at you says it all. His gaze drops to your hips, to the silk matching panties you’re wearing, and you can see the bulge in his jeans growing more pronounced. You swallow hard, and your mouth suddenly dry.

“What do you think?” you ask, your voice trembling just slightly.

He doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he stands, closing the distance between you in two long strides. His hands grip your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you closer. “You’re killing me,” he growls, his breath hot against your ear. “You know that, right?”

You can feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his chest pressing against you. His lips brush against your neck, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. “Peter…” you whisper, but he cuts you off with a sharp tug on your hair, tilting your head back to expose your throat.

“I didn’t say you could say my name,” he says, his voice a low, calming tone. His other hand slides down your back, over the curve of your ass, and you can’t suppress the moan that escapes your lips. “You’re so fucking wet for me already, aren’t you?”

You nod, unable to speak, your body trembling with anticipation. His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down in one swift motion. The cool air against your skin makes you gasp, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of his palm as he cups you, his fingers sliding between your folds.

“Fuck,” he mutters again, feeling how wet you are. “You’re dripping for me.”

His fingers move with purpose, teasing and stroking, driving you to the edge. You bite your lip to stifle a cry, your hands gripping his shoulders for support. “Quiet,” he commands, his voice firm. “We’re in public, remember?”

The reminder sends a thrill through you, the danger of being caught only heightening your arousal. His fingers continue their torturous rhythm, and you can feel yourself growing wetter, your body responding to his every touch. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. “Let me hear you.”

You can’t hold back any longer. A soft moan escapes your lips, and he rewards you with a deeper stroke, his fingers curling inside you. Your knees buckle, but he holds you up, his strength keeping you upright. “You’re so fucking tight,” he growls, his voice rough with desire. “I can’t wait to feel you around me.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, your body aching for more. He pulls his fingers away, and you whimper at the loss, but he doesn’t leave you waiting for long. His hands move to his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. The sound of his zipper going down is loud in the small room, and your breath catches as he pushes his jeans down just enough to free his cock.

He’s already hard, his length straining against his boxers, and when he finally pulls them down, you can’t tear your eyes away. He’s thick, his cock twitching with need, and pre cum.

You can feel a fresh wave of wetness between your thighs. “Fuck me,” he growls, his hands gripping your hips. “Now.”

You don’t need to be told twice. He sits back on the bench and you follow. Straddling his lap, you reach for him, your fingers wrapping around his length, guiding him to your entrance. The tip of his cock presses against you, and you both let out a simultaneous gasp as he pushes inside. 

He’s big, stretching you in the best way possible, and you have to bite your lip to keep from crying out.

He doesn’t give you time to adjust, though. His hands grip your hips tightly as he thrusts into you, his cock filling you completely. 

The sensation is overwhelming, and you can’t help but moan, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck,” he growls, his voice strained. 

“You feel so fucking good baby.”

His hips move with a rhythm that’s almost brutal, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. You can feel the tension building in your body, your muscles tightening as so much pleasure washes over you. 

His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he fucks you harder, faster.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he mutters, his breath hot against your neck. “I can feel you creaming on my cock mama.”

The words send a fresh wave of arousal through you, your body responding to his every word, every touch. You can feel yourself getting closer, the pressure building inside you until it’s almost unbearable. “I’m close,” you whisper, your voice trembling.

He doesn’t respond with words, but his thrusts become even more relentless, driving you insane.

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Then… the door handle rattles, sharp and insistent, breaking through the haze of pleasure that’s consumed you both. Your body tenses, your breath catching in your throat as the sound echoes in the small, intimate space. But he doesn’t stop. Not for a second. His hips keep moving, his cock driving into you with a rhythm that feels almost primal, his grip on your hips tightening as if to anchor you both in the moment.

“Whoever it is, they can wait,” he growls, his voice low and rough, like gravel scraping against your skin. “You’re too fucking good to stop now.” His words are a command, a demand, and they send a shiver down your spine. You can feel the heat of his body pressing against yours, the sweat beading on his skin as he fucks you harder, deeper.

The sound of the door handle rattling again fills the room, louder this time, more urgent. Your heart pounds in your chest, a mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through you. The idea of being caught, of someone walking in and seeing you like this, only heightens your arousal. You can feel yourself getting wetter, your body responding to the danger, to the thrill of it all.

“She’s going to hear us,” you whisper, your voice trembling, though you’re not sure if you’re warning him or begging him to keep going.

He lets out a low, dark chuckle, the sound vibrating against your skin. “Let her hear baby,” he says, his voice dripping with dominance. “Let her know how fucking good you feel, how you’re creaming on my cock right now.”

His words are filthy, raw, and they make your body clench around him, your walls tightening as if trying to pull him even deeper. He groans, a deep, guttural sound that seems to come from the very depths of his chest. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he mutters, his hips slamming into you with a force that leaves you breathless.

The sound of the door handle rattling again, louder this time, pulls you back to the reality of the situation. Your eyes dart toward the door, your body stiffening with the fear of being caught. But he doesn’t stop. If anything, he fucks you even harder, his cock pounding into you with a rhythm that’s almost punishing.

“Stop worrying about them,” he says, his voice firm, commanding. “Focus on me. Focus on how good I’m making you feel.”

His words are like a spell, pulling you back into the moment, into the pleasure that’s coursing through your body. You can feel it building inside you, the pressure growing with each thrust, each word, each touch. Your breath comes in short, ragged gasps, your body trembling as your orgasm starts to crest, threatening to pull you under.

“That’s it,” he growls, his voice rough with desire. 

“Let go, come for me, my pretty girl.”

His words are all it takes to push you over the edge. Your body tightens around him, your walls clenching as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. You bite down on your lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatens to escape, but it’s no use. The sound slips out, low and guttural, as your orgasm consumes you.

He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t give you a moment to recover. His thrusts become even more relentless, his cock driving into you with a force that leaves you gasping for air. You can feel him getting closer, his rhythm becoming more erratic, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he mutters, his voice strained. “I’m gonna come.”

His words send a fresh wave of arousal through you, your body responding to the sound of his voice, to the way he’s fucking you, to the way he’s claiming you. You can feel his cock pulsing inside you, his body tensing as he buries himself deep, his release flooding you, filling you completely.

For a moment, neither of you moves. The only sound in the room is the sound of your breathing, heavy and labored. But then the door handle rattles again, louder this time, more insistent, pulling you both back to the reality of the situation.

He pulls out of you slowly, his breath still coming in short, ragged gasps, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. You can feel his cum dripping out of you, a reminder of what just happened, of how good he made you feel.

“We need to get dressed,” he says, his voice low and smooth, though there’s a hint of amusement in his tone. “Before someone actually walks in.”

You nod, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm, your mind still hazy with pleasure. But as you start to move, to reach for your clothes, you can’t help but glance at him, at the way his body looks in the dim light of the dressing room. His muscles are still taut, his chest rising and falling with each breath, his jeans hanging low on his hips.

“You’re not done yet,” he says, his voice low and dangerous, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Your breath catches in your throat, your body responding to his words, to the promise in his voice. You can feel the thrill of it, the danger, the excitement, coursing through you, and you know that no matter what happens next, you’re his. Completely, utterly, his.

After getting dressed and opening the door, you both find yourselves face-to-face with a store worker checking in on you, just making sure everything is okay considering the soundproof walls. The tension between you and Peter is palpable as you both share a secret smile.

You end up buying the corset and matching underwear. The anticipation between you grows as you both leave the store, knowing you'll both get to see the final result later that night and finish what was started. 

How do you guys feels about it 😩 he’s such bf material I’m sick. Please let me know if yall have any requests! I love you guys so much! Thank you for 160+ followers and the love on my last post <333

(Credits: Cherry.Editor on TikTok) I love their edits so much wth-

- I’ll see you soon ‹𝟹 (MasterList) ⋆˚࿔

[uhhhj13iguess]

impossible to behave around

avenger! peter parker x fem!reader

part three to the initial one shot, but can be read as a stand-alone.

okay @jjlhb i come bearing gifts of a long-awaited part 3 smut! this is my first time fully fleshing out a smut fic, so everyone let me know your thoughts lol.

summary: peter can't behave himself when you look that good

cw: jesus, okay. 18+! MNDI! heavy making out, unprotected p in v (don't do this! wrap it!), fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), multiple positions, praise kink, cocky peter, also softdom!peter, multiple orgasms, creamp!e (hot but we HAVE to find a different word), just a lot of hot and heavy pining. full smut, little to no plot

wc: 3.6k

part one: oh my god, you, y-you look stunning

part two: go get her, kid

masterlist

peter had a tight grip on your hand as he practically ran with you down the hallways of the complex, reaching his door in record speed. he nearly slammed his way through the wood, pulling you in behind him and shutting the door loudly. he clicked the lock shut and whipped around to face you, back to the wall and out of breath.

he took a moment to just stare at you, still absolutely wonderstruck from your first kiss. it was everything he could have wanted and more, and even now, he could feel his lips tingling from the sensation. he pressed his lips together and took a deep breath, a rush flushing through his system.

he took a step towards you, still hesitant. still unconvinced this wasn't just a dream.

"c-can I, I mean, can... we do that, again?" he let out in nearly a whisper.

you let out an exasperated huff of air in response, his courtesy towards you turning you on even more. you let out a whine, "god, please peter,"

peter didn't wait another second before grabbing the sides of your face and smashing his lips against yours, pulling your body flush to his against the door. his lips were hot on yours, only letting up from their attack for gasps of air, groans escaping from his throat as he kissed you harder than ever thought possible. you ghosted your hands over his chest and he was a moaning mess against you, his hands sliding down to your waist and holding you tight.

the feeling of your body was unimaginable, his hands grazing your curves over the silk draping your body. he was doing his best to keep his hands PG-13, not wanting to lose control and scare you away, but realizing just how thin your dress's fabric was made him ache for more.

he used his back to the door to his advantage, his hands on your waist pulling you even closer — so close that you could feel him hard against your thigh. the thought of you making him this hard elicited a moan to escape from your throat and directly into your kiss, sending a shiver down his spine.

the noises you let out gave him more confidence, allowing his large hands to wander around your sides more. he ran them up and down, spreading his fingers as he did so that each time he trailed up, the tips of his fingers would tease at the underneath of your chest, giving you goosebumps all over your body.

he was keen to the effect on you, smirking into the kiss as he used his thumbpads to lightly trace around the curves of your breasts. it was meant to tease you, however, he regretted the action almost immediately. his movements brought to his attention that not only were you not wearing a bra underneath the dress, but he now knew just how thin the material between him and your tits was. he let out a shaky moan, pained at the thought of your bare chest millimeters away from him. his fingers swiped upward, tracing softly over the outline of your hard nipples, earning a desperate moan from your lips.

and the sound to peter was earth-shattering.

he threw his head back as his fingers continued to graze your chest, relishing in the feeling of you in his hands. this new position grew quickly in your favor, using his exposed neck to press hot, sloppy kisses. he let out a filthy moan, and you reached your hands up to push past his own and take dominance, opening his suit jacket and finding his top button.

you worked them slowly, pulling away from his neck as you both watched your movements, whimpers flowing freely from peter's lips.

"god, (y/n), you have no idea what you're doing to me," he whined, the remnants of a pout traced on his features.

you popped his last button, not wasting a single second to place your hands on his bare chest, lightly tracing your nails up and down his torso.

at this point, peter was fighting for his life. your touch against him ignited his senses, and it felt as though he had electricity coursing through his veins. he's never felt this way before, and he was beginning to feel like he couldn't ever live without it. you were all-consuming to him, and he was losing control.

he grabbed your hips tightly, turning you around and swapping places with you pinned against the door. he kissed you hard, pressing himself against you so that you could feel just how crazy you were driving him. you groaned, allowing your fingers to hook on his belt loops, holding him just close enough to make him ache.

he pulled you back sharply, dragging you to the bed where he promptly sat down, pulling you in between his legs.

his hands rested firmly on your ass, kneading your plush curves through the dress as he pulled you into him and began planting soft kisses against your stomach. you felt his hot breath through the chilly fabric of the silk, goosebumps covering you as tangled your fingers through his lush curls.

"your hair looked so fucking good tonight, pete" you whined out, his kisses growing more sloppy against you as you praised him.

"i love these curls, y'know that? it's been so hard keeping my hands out of your hair, i just, i just want to—"

you tugged harshly, earning a low groan from peter, and he threw his head back, looking up at you with a smirk. the smirk sent more arousal south, and the look in his eyes made you the wettest you're sure you've ever been.

he latched back to your torso, beginning to trail his way down and kiss lower and lower on your stomach. you writhed against him and he took it as encouragement, slowly releasing his hands from your ass and lowering them to the hem of your dress down at your calves. he snaked his hands underneath the material, grazing his fingertips lightly up your bare legs and he hovered his lips over your core, heavily panting over the fabric as his hands reached their destination.

his fingers hooked your thong and you gasped, causing him to look up. he was trying to maintain composure, but he still could not believe he was in this situation. your legs began to tremble, the gratefulness in his eyes shining through and only turning you on more. the reaction he gained from you nearly short-circuited him.

holyshitholyshitholyshit — peter! focus!

he took a deep breath and winked at you, finally diving his head down where he wanted it to begin with. his lips wasted no time attacking your cunt through the silk, his hot breath against your core nearly dropping you to your knees. you let out another gasp as his fingers began to tug your thong down your legs under the dress, so slowly it was tormenting.

once he'd gotten the underwear to your ankles, he focused back on placing a kiss to your core, noticing your growing wetness through your dress with the new lack of garments. he pulled back and let out a breathy chuckle, skimming his fingertips over the forming wet patch on your dress.

"you want this so fucking bad, don't you?"

peter's words mere inches from your cunt caused you to clench around nothing, your entire body hot and needy. you whined a response to him, words already lost as he continued to practically eat you out through your dress.

your daze was quickly cut off, though, as peter pulled away sharply. he stood up to reconnect your lips, and you groaned into him as you could faintly taste yourself on him.

"i, fuck, i-i can't do this,"

you pulled back and stared at him, increasingly growing concerned as to where you started to misread the signals.

"what? i mean, no that's okay, i just—"

"if you don't want to go any further, that's fine. but we have to stop now before i can't control myself anymore."

you don't know if it's the words themselves or the way he said it, but you were throbbing. and by the look on his face, you were sure he knew it too.

a smirk graced his features, and suddenly it was as though all air had been vacuumed from the room.

he took a step closer.

"i mean, honestly. that dress? baby, you've got to be kidding me,"

another step, and his hand was on your neck.

"you like this, don't you?"

a measly whine escaped your throat as you failed to find words. it didn't matter. peters lips were back on yours, heavier and hungrier than they'd been yet that evening. but he wasn't done teasing you yet.

a kiss. "you're fucking impossible,"

another, "to behave around,"

a final, "when all i can do is fucking. smell you."

your eyes matched his darkness as you gasped at his words, his lips sucking the skin on your neck with no forgiveness. "please, i need you."

his hot mouth was attacking yours once again, and through the haze, you heard a faint ripping noise followed by a rush of cold air on your back. peter mumbled an apology and you realized he'd ripped your dress straight down the back.

"fucking zipper,"

his strength surprised you, and peter used your shock to his advantage as he strips you of the remaining fabric, leaving you in just a thong before him.

you grew shy momentarily, your vulnerable state reminding you it was peter you were standing in front of — a dream unfolding, but the implications daunting. you flustered, hands reaching up to cover you body.

peter immediately stepped in, grabbing your hands and pulling them back down to your side.

"baby, don't hide..."

he stood back to admire you fully, slack-jawed and in awe. he pulled you in for a kiss, one much sweeter than the rest. one full of limerence.

"you look like heaven,"

he kissed you again, desperation once again taking the main stage. he brought his hands to your bare breasts, a growl rumbling in his throat as he felt your flesh for the first time. he'd had enough playing around.

"i bet you taste like heaven too."

he pounced on you, pushing you onto the bed and straddling your frame. you used the position to your advantage, reaching down to palm him through his dress pants, and he was hard as a fucking rock.

peter was a moaning mess on top of you, the feeling of your hand on him sending him to another world.

you fumbled around to undo his belt, missing substantially one-handed. he grew impatient, leaving to take his pants off himself and standing before you in just in briefs. it was in this moment you got your first decent look at peter, and it's in this moment you took notice of just how big he was. he was straining in his blue briefs, a wet spot forming where his angry tip wouldn't stop leaking. the sight alone almost made you cum.

he smirked at your reaction and climbed over you again, not bothering to reach your mouth for a kiss this time. instead, he attacked you through your underwear, lips messy around your dripping cunt. he was quick to lose his composure as soon as he could taste you again, tearing the thong down your legs and licking a stripe up your heat.

you writhed underneath him, the heat of his breath on you driving pleasure through your whole body. he continued his work, getting absolutely lost in the way you tasted. with his tongue wrapped around your clit, he slid a hand in between your thighs, fingertips tracing lightly around your slick folds. you let out a pathetic moan and felt peter smile against your cunt, the vibrations from his chuckle sending your senses into overdrive.

he cautiously slipped one finger in, groaning desperately at the feeling of you warm and tight around him. he slid in with ease, your eager cunt ready and welcoming.

he took his time, drawing out your pleasure as he felt you shake underneath him. he added another finger, sensing your orgasm was close.

he increased his pace, fucking you senselessly with his fingers as his tongue attacked your clit, and you were right at the edge. you let out soft pleas, begging him to keep going. he curled his fingers suddenly, and it was enough to have you sent over the edge.

you felt nothing but pure, hot white power coursing through you as peter carried you through your orgasm. you took deep breaths to ground yourself, head still spinning as peter removed his fingers but continued the pace with his mouth. you gained enough consciousness to look down at the man between your legs, and you almost wish you hadn't, the sight bringing you over the edge once more.

between you, peter was eating you out with no care in the world, like a man starved. while doing so, his hips ground mercilessly into the mattress below him. he rutted himself down as his mouth slowed and stalled, his hips following suit as he let out a deep breath and chuckle, making eye contact with you for the first time in a while. his eyes were wide, a smile overpowering his cheeks as though he was a kid trying candy for the first time. the innocence of it all warmed your heart.

there was an emotion in the room neither of you could describe, but you both felt it. and it was strong.

after what felt like a lifetime of lingering, peter flashed you a toothy smile, nothing but love adorning his features. you were both still breathless as he climbed his way back up you, soft kisses planting themselves along your torso as he made his way finally to your lips.

he let out a chuckle, a blush apparent on his cheeks.

"what is it, pete?"

he sat up over you for a second, face bright red as he glanced downwards. you followed his gaze, a blush creeping on your own face as you noticed what he was referring to. the wet spot on his briefs had grown much larger, but he was still hard as ever.

"i um, i-i came as soon as i started cleaning you up. you just tasted so good,"

another wave of slick was sent to your cunt, the thought alone having you ready all over again. you gulped in anticipation and he let his shoulders fall as he noticed he had no reason to be embarrassed.

"spider-man has given me quite the refractory period, though, so,"

he began to pull his briefs down, his achingly hard cock springing free to let out a dirty slap against his stomach. he groaned at the sensation, throwing the garments across the room. "so, if you'll still have me..."

you whined soft pleas and he was on you before you could think about anything else, his kisses still messy on your skin. he hovered over you again, and you felt his cock hot on your stomach. you moaned at the feeling, desperately clenching around nothing as you begged for him to fuck you.

he sat up enough to grab hold of his length, using his burning red tip to slide through your slick folds and spread your wetness. the feeling was too much for you, peter towing a thin line between pleasure and overstimulation. you begged for more still, needing to feel him inside you. he harmonized with your moans as he continued.

"baby, if this is how good you feel on the outside, i've got absolutely no clue how i'm going to last inside of you."

you couldn't find words as he kept going, your nails digging sharply into his back. he smirked at your desperation, lining himself up with your dripping entrance.

“peter, please.”

an anguished sigh raked through his body as he began to push into you. he looked like he was at war with himself, torn between going slow for your comfort and wanting to absolutely ravish your body. though trying to go slow, he slid in with much more ease than he anticipated, growling at the sensation of your walls around him.

holyshitholyshitholyshit

he bottomed out, holding where he was as you both caught your breath. he locked eyes with you, hoping to find and ground you back to the moment. the second he had slid into you, you were washed in a wave of pleasure. meeting peter’s gaze, you held yourself back down on earth best you could.

“baby, you feel fucking sinful.”

clearly, he was not helping. you whined at his praise, feeling his cock twitch deep inside of you as he said it. he was driving you insane.

“pete, please. move.”

he chuckled at you, darkness flooding irises once again. “if you insist,”

he started thrusting into you, his pace steady and relentless. now that he knew this feeling, he was certain your cunt was all he’d ever think about again. he didn't mean to be going as fast as was, but he couldn't help it, the sounds coming from your mouth encouraging him like his own personal symphony. he looked down between the two of you, entranced in the way he was disappearing inside of you. and the noises coming from the two of you down there were downright filthy.

he grew restless, if that was even possible.

"god baby, please, flip over for me,"

"i need to feel more of you."

you started to sit up, gaging your surroundings as you did, but peter wasn’t patient enough for that. he grabbed your hips and flipped you over as though you weighed absolutely nothing. he gave you the generosity of situating yourself, digging your hands into the mattress as you steadied yourself on your knees before him. you stuck yourself out towards him, giving him a full view of everything he’d ever dreamed of. he almost came at the sight.

he lined himself back up and wasted no time, ramming himself into you even deeper than before. your arms trembled, causing you to fall and arch your back even more, a sharp cry escaping your throat as peter fucked you with no forgiveness.

he used one hand to steady himself on your hips, the other snaking its way around you to latch his fingers on your abused clit. another cry fell from your lips, tears pricking your eyes as you praised him.

“fuck, you feel so good inside of me, peter,”

your core was burning, build-up from a third orgasm igniting a fire in you as you tried to hold on.

"peter please, holy shit i'm going to cum, i can't— i can't hold it any longer."

peter felt you clenching around him hard, your pulse on his cock driving him to closer to the edge and much quicker than he'd hoped. a growl escaped from deep in his throat. "(y/n), i— fuck, i need to switch out. if— mm'ugh, shit,"

his hips didn't match the words he spoke, the merciless pace making your vision fade around the edges.

"fuck, no, i-i'm serious, i need— ah, fuck— my f-fingers. please. if i feel you finish around my cock, i-i'm not going to able to pull out in time."

the thought alone almost drove you off the edge.

"do it." you panted, pushing your hips further back to meet his thrusts.

"no, (y/n), i'm serious."

"no please, peter, stay,"

"please, i need you, i... i need to feel you finish inside of me."

and who was peter to deny you of something you needed?

"fuck it,"

he grabbed onto your hips and started fucking you with such force, you were positive you wouldn't be able to walk out of this room when he was done.

and that's when he felt it. he felt you snap and cum around his cock. the feeling was better than anything he'd ever imagined, a heaven he didn't know could possibly exist. it made him cum in an instant. he'd never felt such an amazing sensation before and holy shit he could stay here forever.

he came hard, holding your hips tight as spurt after spurt of the hot, thick ropes of his cum flooded inside of you. the feeling was indescribable, his cum filling you to the brink and then some. the sensation of his cock twitching in you was overwhelming, your insides hot and full. he pulled out, watching his cum drip out of your abused cunt with a glimmer in his eyes.

you collapsed from under him and peter followed, nearly falling on top of you from exhaustion. you both laid together, breathless as you tried to regain your composure.

"holy shit, that was—"

"—crazy,"

laughter filled the air around you, a comforting blanket that made your heart warm.

a beat of silence passed and you both sat and smiled at each other, almost in an air of reverence. he grabbed your hands in his and got quiet, a sheepish look overtaking his features. as if he hadn't just fucked you senseless.

"(y/n), i-i wanted to tell you that i really like you. like, really, really like you"

you give him a smirk.

"oh, is that what that was?"

[mintyys-blog]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 — marvel

PLEASE NOTE: that some of my writing contains content that is not suitable for all readers. there are warnings on each fanfic, please read them before continuing. I am not responsible for any media consumption.

avengers x reader: operation pizza shield

synopsis: the city is under attack once again, and this time pizza saves the day…?

avengers x black canary! reader: silent voice

synopsis: a new recruit joins the team.

nurse knows best: avengers x nurse! reader

synopsis: they drive you insane but you still love them

avengers (Wanda and Natasha) x reader: girls gone wild

—> part two: redemption day

Synopsis: girls night out gone wrong

avengers x reader: I will survive

synopsis: when you and the team are stuck in a room together, you know just the thing to cheer them up

avengers x reader: past

synopsis: the avengers dig up your past that you wanted to be kept hidden

avengers x housekeeper! reayder: slippery floors

synopsis: looks like you forgot to place down the wet floor sign, oops.

avengers x reader: we gotta stop meeting like this

—> part two: annoy the avengers

—> part three:

synopsis: the reader annoys the avengers to no end, taking great joy in it

Not What I meant: avengers x hooters! stark! Reader

synopsis: your dad wants you to get a job, so you do; at Hooters.

avengers x reader: avengers tower shenanigans

synopsis: a normal day living as a avenger

Avengers x doppelgänger! Reader: it’s me, y/n

synopsis: on a mission, the avengers accidentally take the original y/n not you, her doppelgänger

needles and numbness— avengers x reader

synopsis: you’ve become addicted to piercing yourself, and the team grows worried.

beneath the bruises— avengers x abused! reader

synopsis: Natasha discovers your being abused

🥀 𝐏. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑:

SILKEN CHAINS — series list —> dark! peter parker x wife! reader

caught in his web: dark peter parker x reader

Synopsis: after meeting you for the first time, Peter becomes intrigued. After losing everything important to him, protecting you is his duty as a hero.. however, he doesn’t act like one.

under the radar: peter parker x stark! reader

Synopsis: you and Peter have been dating for a while, keeping it a secret but for how long?

lost you: peter parker x reader

synopsis: after losing everyone, Peter finally lost you. Even if it was for the best

bad at love: peter parker x reader

synopsis: you try to something romantic for your boyfriend, however doubt consumes you and you ruin your own surprise for Peter.

through the lens: peter parker x reader

synopsis: you are a wedding planner and Peter is a photographer, you are quite cold to him but eventually he breaks down your cold exterior.

web of lies: dark! peter parker x reader

synopsis: peter is perfect, at least you think he is

facade: peter parker x sociopath! reader

synopsis: the relationship crumbles when Peter realizes you don’t care about him— that you can’t care about him.

shattered, yet whole: peter parker x reader

synopsis: trauma from your past starts meddling in your relationship with Peter, but he helps you through it.

dark! mafia! Peter parker x single mom! Reader:

synopsis: peter is such a kid young man and your daughter absolutely adores him, however how dangerous is he?

peter parker x dark! reader: jealously

synopsis: you become jealous of peters friends, doing anything to make sure he only needs you

Flightless: Peter parker x winged! reader

synopsis: after losing your wings in battle Peter attempts to make you feel better.

the price of debt: dark! mafia! Peter Parker x reader

synopsis: your husband, flash, has gotten himself in trouble with the wrong kind of people and you pay for it.

relapse: Peter Parker x drug user! Reader

synopsis: you had been doing so well— until you weren’t

the heart that never left: Peter Parker x stark reader

synopsis: your boyfriend cheats on you and you seek out Peter for comfort

dying on the inside: Peter Parker x depressed! reader

synopsis: you’ve finally had enough

Pretend: peter parker x escort! reader

synopsis: Peter pays for a very unique service

Veux-tu coucher avec moi?: Peter Parker x French! Reader

synopsis: Peter tries to ask the reader out, however he asks something else instead.

cop! dark! peter Parker x reader: corruption

synopsis: peter takes a liking to you, this isn’t a good thing.

peter parker x reader x dark! doppelgänger! Peter parker: the perfect Peter

synopsis: Peter is your best friend, and recently he has been showing a romantic interest in you— you happily return his feelings. However it is like he is two different people.

a fresh start— dark! peter parker x dark! reader

synopsis: you and peter move to a new town for a fresh start, only to fall back into your old ways.

emotional wave— peter parker x BPD! reader

stealing hoodies & hearts— peter parker x reader

synopsis: Peter’s hoodies go missing, and peter finds the culprit.

🥀 𝐁. 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒:

miscommunication: bucky barnes x reader

synopsis: after Bucky has been sneaking around, taking phone calls and lying to you. you assume the worst, only to be shocked by the truth.

the one he couldn’t charm: bucky barnes x reader

synopsis: Bucky was a playboy, he had women fawning over him left and right. He expected you to be the same but to no avail, which he gladly accepted as a challenge.

beautiful: bucky barnes x reader

synopsis: reader is insecure and Bucky makes her feel better

the great phone heist: Bucky Barnes x reader

synopsis: you accidentally send a picture that was meant for Bucky to his best friend

duality: bucky barnes x reader

synopsis: Bucky discovers that your shy personality is much more then what he originally thought.

veil of deception: Bucky barnes x HYDRA! reader

synopsis: you were a hydra agent, but you soon fell in love with your target.

dark! winter soldier Bucky x reader

synopsis: your life completely changes after you are given to the winter soldier.

dark! Bucky barnes x dark! reader: together in darkness

synopsis: people are after you and Bucky, but they forget how dangerous you both are

command and control: winter soldier! Bucky barnes x dark! reader

synopsis: you take control of the winter soldier, using him as needed and eliminating Bucky completely.

unforgiving: bucky barnes x reader

synopsis: Bucky has been having nightmares, and it starts to effect your relationship.

Caught in the dark: Bucky barnes x dark! reader

synopsis: you are obsessed with Steve rogers, but his best friend gets in your way

—> part two

The Kings Betrayal: Bucky Barnes x Princess! Reader

synopsis: you are looking for a husband, when Bucky Barnes comes into your life— he quickly becomes the love of your life, the one that holds your heart, and the same one that stabs it.

the last letter— bucky barnes x reader

synopsis: knowing that you will die soon, you write one last letter to bucky.

love at first shot— winter soldier! bucky barnes x masochist! reader

—> part two

synopsis: ever since you saw him you couldn’t get him out of your mind, and he couldn’t remove you from his.

brat tamer— dark! bucky x stark! brat! reader

—> part two

synopsis: you’re a brat, and bucky has had enough

before the war— bucky barnes x reader

synopsis: bucky was drafted and you were left pregnant and alone, when he didn’t return you raised your son by yourself— long after you pass Bucky finally meets him.

genuine desires— bucky barnes x reader

synopsis: bucky gets a little rough with you the night before, and he wakes up feeling guilty about it.



🥀 𝐒. 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒:

old fashioned: steve rogers x reader

synopsis: despite being in the modern era, your standards were very old fashioned, because of this you had a hard time finding the right one. Until you met steve rogers

innocent crush: steve rogers x dark! reader

synopsis: a innocent crush on captain America goes too far

matchmaker on duty: steve rogers x reader

synopsis; in which Natasha offers her help in building your confidence and winning over captain America.

nights: steve rogers x reader

synopsis: reader and steve have a little heart to heart

self love: Steve rogers x reader

synopsis: you finally open up about your feelings regarding your body

dark! biker! Steve Rogers X baker! reader: sweet temptation

synopsis: when Steve rogers takes an interest in you your life completely turns around.

dark! Steve rogers x reader: snowbound

synopsis: after you run out of fire wood you ask your sweet neighbour to help you out

home: Steve rogers x reader

synopsis: with Steve you are home

The first step: Steve rogers x housewife! reader

synopsis: you have a fear of stepping out of the house, however when your daughter decides to play near the road you have to step out of your comfort zone.

unspoken bonds: Steve rogers x reader

synopsis: you and Steve go on a mission, it doesn’t go so smoothly

finding home: Steve rogers x reader

synopsis: Steve find someone who understands him, someone he can call home.

don’t save her she don’t wanna be saved— Steve rogers x alcoholic! reader

synopsis: can Steve save you from yourself?

true love — steve rogers x reader

synopsis: when Steve gets the opportunity to live a life with Peggy, he takes it leaving you behind.

🥀 𝐏. 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅

RUNNING FROM FATE — series list

heart race: pietro maximoff x reader

synopsis: you’re the only one to make his heart race

drunk confessions: pietro maximoff x reader

synopsis: you accidentally get drunk and confess your feelings to a certain speedster.

breaking the rules: professor! pietro maximoff x student! reader

synopsis: what happens when you accidentally hook up with your college professor?

the speed of consequences: pietro maximoff x pregnant! Stark! reader

synopsis: a one night stand leads to a much bigger responsibility then intended.

pietro maximoff x peppers niece! reader

synopsis: you don’t like Tony, so naturally to get back at him you date Pietro maximoff.

pietro maximoff x reader: unexpected revelations

synopsis: Pietro has always known you as the shy, reserved girl of the Avengers, so when he makes a surprising discovery, he just has to tease you about it.

first love: soft! dark pietro X reader

synopsis: pietro is your first love, so of course you don’t notice how only he is your world.

here to help: pietro maximoff x nurse! reader

synopsis: you are pietros personal nurse, and you soon grow attached to the speedster.

flirty personality: pietro maximoff x reader

synopsis: just when you think pietro is flirting with another woman, he surprises you.

The Bet: pietro maximoff x reader

synopsis: pietro maximoff places a bet with the guys that he could win you over in a month.

🥀 𝐋. 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐅𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍

soft! loki laufeyson x reader: new life among mortals

synopsis: you and Loki run away together

Behind bars: loki laufeyson x reader

synopsis: loki is trapped in a cell and you keep him company.

dark loki laufeyson x reader: first love, darkened heart

synopsis: loki is a cruel man and even a crueler partner

Starlit whispers: Loki laufeyson X reader

synopsis: you and Loki stare at the beautiful stars

ashes of Asgard: Loki laufeyson x reader

synopsis: with the invasion of the dark elves, you and Loki are forced to work together

Mischievous Duo: Loki Laufeyson x Wife! Reader

synopsis: you and Loki are always up to something, but it’s all in good fun— at least you two think so 

🥀 𝐒. 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍

no more almost: Sam Wilson x reader

synopsis: you and Sam are best friends who are too scared to confess to each other

Just Get Married All Ready: Sam wilson x reader

synopsis: you and Sam bicker like a old marry couple

double life: Sam Wilson x stripper! Reader

synopsis: reader works as a stripper and Sam visits the club she works at

Better late then never: Sam Wilson x reader

synopsis: after being stood up on a date, you seek comfort in a man you hate

Ride or die: biker! Sam Wilson x reader

synopsis: you will stick by his side no matter what

BFB: Sam Wilson x Reader

synopsis: Sarah is your best friend and you can’t help but catch feelings for her brother.

🥀 𝐓. 𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍

storm: Thor odison x reader

synopsis: you and Thor are deeply in love— no matter what.

thors thunder: thor odison x reader

synopsis: you are a naturally shy person, and Thor is well.. Thor. After many different attempts you finally have the courage to ask him out.

thunderstruck: Thor odison x reader

synopsis: Thor keeps you company during a storm, the one in outside and in your mind.

mistletoe: Thor odison x reader

synopsis: Thor discovers the significance of the mistletoe.

experiment gone wrong: thor odison x scientist! reader

synopsis: After an unexpected storm damages your small town, Thor arrives to investigate an unusual energy signature left behind. As a scientist studying cosmic anomalies, you never expected a literal god to show up at your doorstep.

[pinkolve]

The Love Drug-Peter Parker

•☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾•

Summary: Peter is hit with a love drug while on a mission, causing him to act upon his romantic feelings for you.

Genre: FLUFF

CW: VERY aggressive reader, lots of swearing on readers part, first person point of view, fem!reader x tom hollands!spiderman, reader's kinda bitchy but rightfully so, protective reader, reader seems a little rude to Pete but it's just playful banter i swear, use of y/n, shy Peter because ofc, and i think that's it!

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: My first fanfic on this blog that isn't from Criminal Minds, yippiee!! I decided to write a fanifiction with a similar premise to 'sex pollen.' Since I suck at writing smutty fics, I did a fluffy version!! Enjoyyyy!!

“Tony!” I shout throughout the tower, my footsteps are fast and heavy. “Tony, please!” I will myself to run faster, pushing forward. I’ve been running around the building for twenty minutes now. Tony took part of the team, including Peter, on a dangerous mission. He insisted Peter was ready for it even though I argued against it. They were dealing with a villian similar to Poison Ivy, and Tony called me informing me Peter had been hit with a mysterious substance. I didn’t even ask any questions before running for the lab. 

As I run, there’s no sign of anyone. No voices, no other footsteps, nothing. I turn, passing a corner, almost breaking my ankle. “Tony!? Anyone?!” I slam open the glass doors to the lab, hearing them hit the wall harshly. 

“Y/N, you’re here.” Bruce greeted me. 

“Where is he?” I immediately walk towards the curtain he’s standing next to, his hand comes out and stops my movements. 

“You can’t see him right now.” 

“Then why the fuck would Tony call me down here?!” I hiss. I push his arm away. “Move.” I say through gritted teeth. I pull the curtain back to see a very sick Peter. 

His eyes are bloodshot and his pupils are blown. There’s sweat collecting on his forehead and down his chest, droplets falling down his stomach. His breathing is heavy, like he can’t even breathe. All he’s wearing is a pair of boxers and almost every part of him is tinted pink. 

“Y/N?” He looks over at me with his big puppy dog eyes, tears welling up at the corners. “I didn’t think I was gonna get to see you.” He practically whines. His hand reaches out for me and I take it in mine, nearly burning myself. Why is he so hot? 

“Why’d you think that?” 

“Bruce and Tony…They told me I couldn’t.” He sighs heavily, like he can’t get enough air into his lungs. “Wanted to see you so badly.” 

“Well, I’m here now.” I squeeze his hand tighter. Bruce grabs my shoulder. 

“Y/N, you really can’t be here…” I roll my shoulder back, knocking his hand off. 

“Try and move me and you’re a fucking dead man, Banner.” I scowl. His eyes widen and he takes a step back. 

“Y/N!” Tony runs in, moving to stand next to me. “Bruce is right, you really need to leave.” He almost begs. 

“If I can’t be here why the fuck did you call me!?” I let go of Peter’s hand to face Tony, practically fuming by now. 

“Y/N.” Peter whines again, his eyes are closed and he’s reaching for me. 

“Sorry, Pete.” I whisper softly. I grab his hand with both of mine and hold tightly. His breathing seems to slow down. I can’t help but feel the strongest urge to give him whatever he wants. 

“Y/N, please.” 

“Say my name one more fucking time and I swear to god!” I turn to him again. “I will die before I leave him alone right now.” Peter whimpers and I sigh. “I’m not gonna die, Pete. It’s a figure of speech, baby.” I lean down and kiss his forehead. I pull back up and shake my head to myself, Did I just…kiss him? 

“Y/N, it’s not safe, and I know you’re starting to realize that.” Tony starts. “Peter was hit by a sort of…’Love Drug.’ It reveals certain feelings that his conscious mind usually wouldn’t.” I look between him and Peter. “He’s acting on all of the things he thinks about doing, but never does.” 

“When you say ‘feelings,’ you mean…?” I trail off. 

“Romantic feelings.” 

“The drug digs up any romantic feelings a person has and uses it against them. When hit with the drug all they can seem to think about is…That one person they have feelings for.” Bruce explains. My mouth goes slack and I look back at Peter. His body is back to its usual pale color, his breathing is almost normal, and he seems to have stopped sweating. 

“If they interact with the person they have feelings for…Does it act kind of like an antidote?” I think outloud. Tony and Bruce look at me with furrowed brows. 

“What do you mean?” Bruce starts. 

“Look at him.” I point and they follow my finger. “His sweating has gone down, his body isn’t pink or exceedingly warm anymore, and his breathing is normal. He even fell asleep.” Bruce and Tony exchange a look. 

“Okay…Maybe you should stay.” Tony nods. 

“No fucking shit.” I growl. 

“Watch your language.” Tony warns. 

“Oh, piss off Stark.” 

***

I’m sitting in a chair beside Peter’s cot, his hand still in mine. I didn’t dare let go, not when he was sleeping so peacefully. I lay my head against the cot and occasionally squeeze Peter’s hand. 

“Okay.” Tony comes back into the room with a thin manilla folder and a bottle of…Some kind of liquid. He walks to stand beside me and hands me the bottle. 

“This should remove all traces of the drug from his system.” I look between him and the bottle. 

“Why are you giving it to me?” 

“I figured it’d be better if you gave it to him. He might wake up and not remember much, I think you should be the one to calm him down. Bruce and I are gonna go do some more research on the drug.” I nodded and stared down at the bottle. 

“Is he gonna remember being all…Clingy with me.” I ask, gesturing to our still interlocked hands. 

“I’m not sure.” Tony answers simply. 

“Okay.” Tony pats my shoulder before leaving the room. I take a deep breath before slowly removing my hand from Peter’s. He whimpers softly but stays asleep. I pop the seal off the bottle and gently put it to his lips. I push it past them a little and start pouring the liquid into his mouth, he swallows it instinctively. I pull it away once the bottle is empty and put the cork back inside, Peter begins to stir. 

“Y/N?” He whispers, rubbing his eyes. 

“Hi, Pete.” I whisper back. 

“What’s going on?” He looks around before sitting up abruptly. I place a hand against his chest to keep him still. 

“Calm down, it’s okay. You got hit with a drug on the mission, the team brought you back here. You’re all healed now, so there’s nothing to worry about.” He looks at me again. 

“What kind of drug?” His eyebrows furrow. 

“Apparantly it was a Love Drug.” I look away from his eyes as my cheeks start to feel hot. Peter’s silent for a while before he speaks again. 

“So…When you came in and I held your hand, and wouldn’t let you leave…That wasn’t a dream.” 

“No it was not.” 

“You kissed me.” 

“What?” I look up at him with wide eyes. 

“My forehead, you kissed it.” My mouth hangs open and I stutter. 

“Well I mean…Yeah, yeah I did.” 

“Did that…Mean anything?” He asks, his eyes are avoiding mine as I stare at him. I smile at his pink cheeks and let out a soft, breathy laugh. 

“Yes, Peter. It did mean something.” He looks back at me with twinkling eyes. 

“What did it mean?” I shake my head at him and roll my eyes. 

“It means I like you dumbass.” I smile. He smiles back, grinning like a crazy person. Our eyes are locked on each other, and I don’t think they’ll be moving any time soon. 

“Cool.” He sighs. “I like you too.” 

“I figured as much.” We both laugh. 

“You wanna…Go out sometime?” 

“Do you really have to ask?” I scoff. “Yes, I would like to go out sometime.” 

“Just kiss already, goddamn!” Tony yells from another room. 

“Shut up, Stark!” I scream. I turn back to Peter with a smile and we both lean in, our lips meeting for a passionate kiss.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Special Surprise

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Summary: Your husband surprises you with an unexpected invitiation but it might not be what it seems.

Character: Peter Parker

Day Eighteen of the December Daze Challenge.

Prompt -a crackling fire sets the mood.

Note: As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“Excuse me, miss, I have a reminder for you,” Friday’s voice startles you in the silence of the empty house. 

“Yes, Friday? I’ve already picked up the dry cleaning,” you say in resignation. 

“And I have crossed that off the list. Miss, this is a different reminder. You are to arrive at the cottage in three hours. Accounting for current traffic conditions, this means you will need to leave in the next hour.” 

Her voice seems to echo as you sit in confusion. You stare at your half-finished tea. Despite the heat of the porcelain against your hands, it offers little comfort. 

“Friday, I don’t recall setting this reminder,” you say at last. 

“Yes, miss. It was Mr. Stark.” 

You nod and your heart flips. For the first time in days, you feel... something. Your lips twitch and you sit up straight. Your shoulders hurt from the weight of the disappointment. Tony wouldn’t abandon you for Christmas. He just wouldn’t. You should’ve known he was pulling one over on you. 

You turn and hop down from the stool. You grab the tea and dump it down the sink. You wash and dry the mug, then put it away. It’s like your husband always says, how can you doubt him? 

“Miss, I have a list prepared to pack. Would you like my assistance?” 

“Please,” you accept. You’re so happy you can barely sort through your emotion to hear your own thoughts.  

Days you spent in dread of being alone. It’s the one thing you made Tony promise you when you said yes to his proposal. Don’t abandon you. You couldn’t take it. And when he told you about his mission abroad, you nearly broke down right there.  

He didn’t even apologise, just said that you knew who he was, that he had responsibilities. Yes, you knew, but he swore you were his priority. Well, he got you good. 

You follow Friday’s directive and pack your bag. You roll it down the hallway after you and let it bounce down the stairs after you. She informs you that the Lexus has a full tank and is waiting for you. Oh, Tony, you can never get anything without having to work for it a little. 

You can’t wait to see him. This month has been so lonely. You’ve barely spent a moment together as he only passes through on the way to his next briefing or appointment. 

You go into the garage and throw the bag in the trunk. Friday reminds you to bring a coat but you can’t help yourself. You tell her you’ll be just fine. The car has heat. 

You start the engine and Friday greets you from the speakers in the dash. She guides you through the gates and onto the mainway. You could bounce out of your seat but there’s no point getting so excited until you reach your destination. 

Oh Tony. Your heart is pumping as you grip the wheel tight. You have two hours at least ahead of you. Save your energy. 

By the time you come in site of the lake and around the dirt road, drifts of snow blowing through the trees, you’re yawning. You pull up as the windows haze with an amber glow. You can smell the smoke that plumes from the chimney. 

He outdid himself again. Ugh, you feel like such an asshole! You even thought of taking his gift back. Good thing it’s still in your closet. 

“Oh shoot!” You say aloud. 

“Miss, is there something the matter?” Friday asks. 

“Um, no, it’s fine,” you say as you shift into park, “Friday, thank you. Please go to standby.” 

“Initiating.” 

You shut off the engine and take a breath. Your chest is thrumming. Relief, excitement, happiness. You were starting to get worried. The thought of being alone through the holidays was devastating and then your mind raced to other things. Everyone knows about Tony’s reputation with women and those rumours hadn’t stopped since the wedding. 

You get out and grab your bag. It crunches over the thin sheet of snow as it mulches into the dirt. You drag it up the stairs and stop on the porch, looking down at the faint outline of footprints. He must have been here all day preparing. 

You let yourself in, hoping you might be able to surprise Tony in turn. You hear the fire crackling as the din flickers through the doorway and into the entryway. You ease the door shut and put your bag near the wall. You hang your jacket and take off your boots. 

You near the living room door and peek inside. He’s not there but you’re welcomed in nonetheless. On a fluffy rug in front of the fireplace, there’s two glasses and a bottle of water, along with a tray of chocolate-dipped strawberries. 

You come closer and feel the heat in your cheeks as you grin. It’s perfect. Usually, Tony’s grand gestures are... grand, but this is just quaint enough to be cute. It’s so much better than a trip to Paris or an expensive diamond necklace. 

“Happy Holiday,” the voice that startles you scares you for more than its timing. It’s not the one you expect. 

You reel to look at Peter as he watches you from near the doorway. You blanch in horror. Oh my gosh. Did you misunderstand? Is this a group thing? If it is, why the wine and chocolate? You’re lost. 

“Peter, what...” you look at the rug then shake your head as you frown at him. “Where’s Tony?” 

“In Munich, I think,” he shrugs casually. 

“Munich? But—Friday said he was expecting me. That he’s here?” 

“Did Friday say that?” He tilts his head. “Cause that’s not what I programmed her to say.” 

“Not--- you?” You sputter. “It was you? Why?” 

“Why not?” He slowly crosses the room towards you. 

You notice the differences in him. His hair is parted neatly, you think there might even be gel in it, and he wears a dark blue button up that exposes just the top of his muscled chest. You gulp as he stops right in front of you. 

“Tony left. He flew halfway across the world. During the happiest time of year,” he reaches for you and you wince as he caresses your cheek. Your eyes round as your confusion turns to horror. It makes no sense. “He married you then abandoned you.” 

“No, he’s just... busy.” You catch his hand and sniff. “Peter--” 

“What?” He twists from beneath your grasp and grips you instead. He’s stronger than you expect. “You’re going to tell me he loves you? That you love him? I know you’ve been crying into your pillow. I know before you came here, you were sitting alone in that empty house.” 

“Enough,” you plead weakly. You can’t disagree because he’s right, but you don’t want to hear it. 

“Do you want to know where he really is?” He breathes as he brings his other hand up to cradle your face. “Not that it matters. He’s not here. I am.” 

“Peter,” your lip quivers. Peter is Tony’s protege, he’s a friend, he’s not like that. He can’t be that to you. You’re married and he’s-- “Peter,” you repeat, “please.” 

“I hurt too,” his voice quavers as he holds you tight. You latch onto his wrists but he doesn’t budge. “I’ve been hurting. Alone. Like you.” He leans in until his lips are right in front of yours. You whimper as you stare back at him helplessly. “I can make it better. I can make you feel better.” 

Before you can say anything, his mouth is on yours. He smothers you as he squeezes your head between his hands. You suffocate in his thrall and slap your hands against his chest. You feel the sheer strength bound there and slide your touch down as you try to shove him off. You’re only reassured of his power as you do. 

“Mrs. Stark,” he parts as he keeps your skull clamped between his hands as he leans his forehead against yours,“I need you.” 

[day1dream]

Cuddle session after a patrol

just to make sure everyone knows what I'm talking about, this man is such a clingy bastard

he has his duties as the friendly neighbourhood spiderman, and he knows that, which is what keeps him going

but as soon as your open window is in sight, he isn't Spiderman anymore

He's Peter Parker, the dorky nerd

climbs through your window, which he was sure you kept it open for him, because who in the world would keep their window wide open on a cold night like that?

silently lands on the ground and immediately pulls off his mask, he's sweaty and... utterly tired, exhausted even

Always has clothes at your place, like a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt to put on instead of his dirty suit

is so done now, and all he wants is to let himself fall onto your bed and sink into your arms

lays completely ontop of you, and trust me, he won't move, no matter what you do

burys his face in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent

give him 10 minutes and he's completely gone and he will have the best nap ever known to men

mumbles the sweetest little things, like "love you so much.." or "you can't even imagine how much I've wanted this all day…”, in the sleepiest voice

absolutely adores headpats and someone playing with his hair, but the first few cuddle sessions, he just thought it's weird and didn't ask at all

Aunt May knows that he stays at your place often, she doesn't even worry or ask anymore

[creative-caramel-coffee]

The Spiders Sister - Chapter 6

Summary: Reader goes to a stark party to meet some new people.

TW: Drinking, parties (ew), minor blood

Words: 2k

A/n Sorry for the late update my life is chaos.

Looking around at all the people you felt yourself beginning to feel a little insecure. You could pick out most of the people in the room from the TV alone. These weren’t just your average everyday people, these were superhero’s. And despite having powers yourself you still felt like you didn’t belong among legends.

Without realising it you had popped out your fangs, a small habit that displayed your nerves. You did realise it when it nicked your tongue. The coppery taste of blood in your mouth for a second before it healed.

Starting to feel a little overwhelmed Wanda placed a hand on your arm. Her touch was grounding and you were slowly being pulled back out of your own head and back to the party.

“It’s alright if it’s a bit much. It was for my first time as well. Are you ok?” Wanda said quietly to you.

You swallowed and nodded. “I’m alright. Just gimme a sec.”

Steeling your nerves and swallowing down your anxiety you stood a little taller and nodded to Wanda who was silently observing you.

After giving you a moment to adjust Wanda begun shepherding you over to a small group of people. Seemingly taking it upon herself to introduce you to people knowing if it was up to you, you would stay in the corner all night.

Before you had even realised Natasha had left your side she was handing you a drink with a cute little umbrella.

“I figure you liked it a bit fruity.” She said with a wink and your cheeks heated under the glare you shot her as she sipped her vodka martini.

As you arrived in front of the group Wanda seemed to want to introduce you to first, you took a sip of the drink, finding it to be rather good.

Looking around the group Wanda begun introducing you to it was an odd bunch.

“Y/n,” Wanda begun, gesturing to a tall blonde woman in a leather jacket. “This is Carol, or captain Marvel.” Wanda said with a teasing tone as carol rolled her eyes.

“Hi.” You said and Carol smiled warmly at you.

“Nice to meet you Y/n.” Carol said extending a hand which you took. She had a firm handshake and warm but not sweaty hands. The kind but mischievous twinkle in her eyes promised a fun kind of trouble.

“This old man is Nick Fury.” Natasha said clapping a hand on the back of a dark-skinned man with an eyepatch.

“Watch yourself Romanoff.” He said but Nat just smirked. “Nice to meet you kid.” He said extending a hand. After shaking his hand Natasha introduced you to the last person in the group.

“This is Agent Maria Hill.” Nat said elbowing her in the ribs and receiving a heatless glare in response.

“Nice to meet you.” She said giving a welcoming nod to you which you returned.

“So I hear you’re the newest spider in town?” Carol asks smiling at you as she took a swig of her beer.

“Uhhh … yeah.” You said rubbing the back of your neck.

“No need to be so nervous kid, we don’t bite. Unless you want me to.” Carol winked and you smiled back shyly not realising your fangs were out.

“Wow kid. Nice teeth.” Carol said. “Is that a spider thing?” She said looking curious.

“Yeah.” You said putting them away again.

“That’s pretty cool.” Carol said.

“We’re lucky she doesn’t bite.” Wanda said teasingly.

“I dunno,” Nat said rejoining the group with Maria. “I’d let her bite me.” She said with a wink and you choked on the sip you had just taken of your drink.

Coughing as Nat burst out laughing, Wanda pounded your back while Maria was lecturing Natasha in an amused fashion. Carol simply watched with a grin which matched Nats despite being told off.

Fury simply watched with his upper lip twitching as if it wanted to smile but wasn’t allowed which would probably have some level of accuracy to it.

When you regained your composure and your voice, your cheeks were stained with a dark blush.

“So, are you an avenger now kid?” Carol asked.

“I’m not sure.” You said.

“Actually, I’ve been meaning to talk to Stark and Rogers about that one.” Fury said looking at you for a reaction. You simply blinked looking at him and only looking away when you realised, he wasn’t going to elaborate.

“Either way, welcome to our little bunch. If you ever need anything or just to escape the compound of chaos, give me a call.” Carol said and Maria agreed.

“I’ve only ever seen Nat take a liking to something this fast once before and that was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.” Maria said receiving a punch from Nat in the arm replying only with a smirk.

“So, how’d the whole spider thing happen?” Carol asked looking curious.

“I should have said this is y/n Parker.” Wanda said emphasising your last name.

“Like Peter Parker?” Carol asked.

“My little brother.” You clarified with a nod.

“So does being part spider run in the family or did you both do a deal with Satan?” Maria asks and you laughed feeling a bit less anxious now the vibe had changed and there was some alcohol in your blood.

“Peter and I both ended up on the field trip where he got his powers. I was chaperoning and he was … being Peter. Anyways Parker luck and we both got bit by the dumb spider.” You said.

“So you’ve just been keeping a low profile since?” Maria asked.

“Yeah. Something like that. I mean I would take Peter’s old suits for a spin when I could but not too often. Our powers differ a little so I had to play the part and not do some things he couldn’t.” You shrugged sipping your drink again.

“Well it sounds like your well adjusted to it all.” Carol complimented.

You snorted in response. “Adjusted, maybe. Cursed, definitely. What can I say Parker luck is real. I almost got it tattooed once.” You said shrugging.

“Well, it’s been great to see you all again, but I need to take y/n to make the rounds. Learn some new names and see some fresh faces.” Wanda said saying goodbye before dragging you away with her hand clasped tightly around your own.

Natasha lingered with her friends for a little longer while wanda and you were swallowed up into another small group as wanda didn’t want to overwhelm you with too many people at once.

When she came to a stop you were stood in front of a few couches with various familiar faces lounging around talking and laughing.

“Hi honey.” A voice said and you looked over to the blue couch to see Aunt May sat next to Pepper, both holding a glass of white wine.

“Hi Aunt May.” You said feeling a little more comfortable with her around. She always made you feel safe.

“You look amazing sweetheart.” May said.

“I love the dress.” Pepper pitched in and you nodded thanking her.

Pepper patted the seat next to her and you slid into the spot beside her as Natasha appeared from nowhere and handed you a new drink, taking the glass you hadn’t realised was empty.

“Fruity.” Natasha whispered in your ear but this time you swatted her as she disappeared laughing to get herself another drink.

“How many of those have you had?” May asked.

“Not nearly enough to be drunk with my metabolism.” You said rolling your eyes.

“You your brother will drink me out of house and home, and I already feed four enhanced people with the metabolism of fifteen people.” Tony said rolling his eyes.

“Be nice Tony. Plus, Peter can’t even drink yet.” Pepper said swatting his arm.

“Oh right. Yeah, that kids never touching alcohol. I watched him trip over his own feet too many times in the past week to count. I can’t imagine he would be able to even stand if he ever got drunk.” Tony said shaking his head at the idea making you and May laugh.

“Im afraid they both are clumsy.” May said and you groaned scrubbing a hand over your face.

“Really?” Wanda asked her curiosity peaked. “Any good stories?” She asked with a mischievous smirk on her lips.

“Oh, too many to count.” May said laughing and waving a hand to indicate how many.

“Please enlighten us.” Clint said seemingly having appeared from nowhere and plopping himself down on the couch opposite pepper and may. He slung an arm around Tony who promptly shoved him off.

“Personal space birdbrain.” Tony grumbled. “But please, do spill.” He said ignoring pepper protective glare he was receiving.

“Oh, I don’t know…” May said glancing at you as you shook your head pleading with her to drop it. “What about just the flip trip one?” She asked and you swallowed pausing for a second before nodding.

“Fine.” You grumbled as Clint and Tony cheered.

“Whats got feathers and grease monkey so happy?” Nat said sitting down next to Clint.

“Story-time about the Parker’s.” Stark said. “More importantly … embarrassing story time.” He clarified and nat looked at you with a raised brow as you just shook your head and slumped over to bury your face in Wanda’s neck. The alcohol making you slightly more confident and comfortable around them.

“Alright. Well as long as I can recall they have both been clumsy. But there was one time after the spider-bite that their spider sense made it even more interesting. Peter was going into their room and Y/n was heading to the living room. They both must have sensed it because peter tripped over his own feet and before he could land flat on his face, he did a front flip and landed in a crouch with one hand on the ground. Y/n would have been in his way, but she had hopped up and stuck to the ceiling. So, she was hanging on by her fingertips and peter was standing back up as she let go of the roof and fell on top of him.” May said with a chuckle.

Tony’s face was lit up like a kid on Christmas. Pepper was stifling a smile and Nat had snorted into her drink. Wanda was trembling slightly under you as her body shook with suppressed giggles as her hand glided softly through your hair as your face was still buried in her neck hiding.

Clint whistled lowly. “Impressive … yet also not.” He said chuckling to himself.

“ok enough of that.” You whined and May smiled at you softly.

“Alright honey. How about pepper tells us some stories about stark.” May said sharing a mischievous smirk with pepper who immediately grinned at stark who grumbled to himself about betrayal.

As pepper launched into a story about the time the great Tony stark had turned up to a meeting sans pants, May pulled you aside.

“You haven’t told them have you?” She said in a low whisper.

“Told them what?” You mumbled looking at your shoes.

“Come on Y/n. I know its different now but he’s not just your brother. I know it hurts but he’s still your-“

“I know.” You said cutting May off before she could finish and say the word that brought pain to your very soul. “But he’s not May. Not anymore … its different. I had to live without him for five years. It changes you. It changed me.“ you mumbled wishing you had grabbed your drink before this impromptu sidebar.

“They’ll see your file eventually, they will connect the dots. It would be better coming from the two of you if you told them yourselves.” May said taking on a sad almost worried voice.

“I’ll talk to Petey about it.” You said and she rubbed a hand up and down your bicep and offered as small smile.

“Good.” May said before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

As the two of you rejoined the group your eyes had a little less of a glint in them. The pain still raw from things you didn’t want to remember.

The battle against Thanos had been somewhat of a sore subject around the tower and you didn’t want to bring up the avengers failure.

The rest of the party was smooth sailing as things began to die down.

@tia-thesimp @lizzielillvr @leenasayeed @justarandomreaderxoxo @sycamorelibrary754 @dorabledewdroop @redwolfqueen19 @sadlesbeansstuff @idkwhatever580

Part 7

[fandomnerd9602]

Tony confronts Y/N Stark…

Tony: why is there a charge for buying Mrs. Thompson’s company?

Y/N: Flash broke Petra’s heart. I’m holding his mom’s job hostage to be sure he never tries to weasel his way back into her life.

Tony: vindictive, petty, I approve

Tony gives Y/N a wink and leaves…

Petra: you did what?

Y/N: I won’t let him break your heart again, bestie (winks)

[justice-maul]

Can I request Tom's peter parker x male reader

Peter hasn't seen his bf for a while and when they finally meet they try to have sex and make out but are getting interrupted by the avengers every single time. Getting Peter annoyed little by little until he finally reaches his limits and tells the avengers to leave them alone since he is going to get fucked by his bf and doesn't want any interruptions

With a breeding kink, eating out peters ass, playing with peters pecs, praising kink

Thanks :)

«Temptation» Tom!Peter Parker x Top Avenger Male Reader

Word count: 1,366

Author Note: thank you anon I love this request so far it’s one of my favs! English isn’t my first language!

WE WERE JUST AT 400 A FEW DAYS AGO AND NOW I HAVE NEAR 800 FOLLOWERS?!?! YALL ARE THE BEST I LITERALLY LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH ❤️

Warning(s)⚠: Sub Peter, breeding, rim job, breast/pec play, nipple play, p in a, and of course, praise

It’s been so long since Peter has seen let alone touched his boyfriend, with the constant missions you two weren’t able to do anything together but finally, you two were both free and he was desperate to just feel you…

You two were in his room on the bed with Peter in your lap straddling your waist, his hands rested on your shoulders, your lips on his just as desperate to taste him as he was eager, you gently sucked his lip between your teeth, nipping at his bottom lip signaling him to open his mouth just enough for your tongue to slide into his warm wet mouth

But suddenly there’s a knock on the door and both of you are forced to pull away as Tony comes in to grab Peter for yet another time-consuming project, and it wasn’t the first time the Avengers had cock blocked both of you

Last week you were on top of him your hands trailed down his pants and felt up the fat of his ass as he let out a soft noise of pleasure in your mouth before Sam sent you a text to help him train. After a mission, Peter and you were desperate to feel each other as he palmed your cock but Steve sent out a message to all the Avengers for a long meeting

You can see that it was starting to get to Peter so one day as you two were on your couch in your bedroom you gently gripped his thigh moving your hand deeper in between as you began to kiss his neck in order to calm down his nerves, he let out a little whine as he’s been needy to just feel any sexual contact these past few weeks

Your lips gently sucked on his neck, pressing in hickeys to his skin as you began to leave light bites along his nape letting your teeth graze his skin causing him to let out louder noises but just as your hand moved to his pants one by one the avengers all came into the room

You saw Peter’s hands clench into fists as he watched all the Avengers swarm into your room and began to talk as if you two weren’t even there trying to spend time together alone and he couldn’t help but just snap, finally reaching his limit and stood up

“All of you, get out NOW!”

He yelled, it was unusual to see Peter yelling at anyone but it was clear he was pissed. “You have been bothering us all week can’t you leave for one day?!” He snapped and slowly the Avengers began to leave and he slammed the door shut behind them making it clear that he didn’t want anyone to disturb him

He let out a sigh of relief and turned back to you and you couldn’t help but just chuckle and you grab his waist pulling him in against your body and smashing your lips against his and soon you two were on the couch again making out, your hands snaked up his sweater lifting up right above his chest and began to gently grope his pecs

"Your body's so beautiful baby" You whispered against his lips causing him to shudder as your hands felt up his pecs gently squeezing and groping the fat, Peter was always incredibly sensitive and his chest was one of his weakest areas, especially his pink little buds

You pushed him against the couch getting in between his thighs as you began to grope his chest, feeling the supple skin against your fingers through his sweater was already driving you crazy and causing him to make the most pornographic noises only by you just you barely touching his chest

“Keep making those pretty noises for me sweetheart," you manhandled him on his knees with his ass raised in the air and removed both his pants and underwear, his sweater being the only piece of clothing left. He hid his face on the armrest as you grabbed handfuls of his cheeks

You waste no time in spreading his plump ass making his pink hole twitch as your breath fans over it jerking forward when you press your tongue flat against his rim and you began to take long strips along his hole making him whine pathetically which turned into a string of cusses as you pushed your tongue inside his slick heat

You can barely make out anything he was babbling but you continued to fuck his hole with your tongue, pulling back for a moment, you licked your own fingers, coating them in saliva before pushing two inside of his heat, your tongue joining them, spreading him open while enjoying the way he arched his back against your face

Your cock throbbed and harden between your legs, leaking precum into your boxers as it begged for attention when you finally were able to scissor and put three fingers inside him, is when you decided he was ready and pulled your fingers out of his cunt unbuckling your belt

When Peter saw you pull out your hardening length he felt a wave of nervousness and excitement coursing through him as you gently flipped him over on his back. Slowly, you began pushing into him inch by inch, “You're taking me in so well Peter, just relax for me baby, I’ll always take care of you,” you continued to praise him even as you bottomed out letting him adjust to your size

“I’m ready… you can start moving now…” he said nervously but you both knew when it came down to it he wasn’t shy about wanting your cock at all “Fuck, you feel so good,” you groaned feeling his tightness wrap around you, you began moving slowly inside of him his eyes locked in yours the entire time as you made love to him

“You’re so fucking beautiful Pete,” you added, your voice full of praise making him moan softly “I can’t believe I get to be with you like this…” Wordlessly, Peter pulled you into a passionate, heated kiss. You moaned into his mouth feeling your passion for him growing with each passing moment.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer as you continued to thrust into his sloppy hole. "Fuck, baby, you're so fucking sexy," you whispered against his lips making him whimper. "I can't get enough of you." You deepened the kiss, your tongue tangling with his. Peter’s brain turning to mush as he whispered “I love you” over and over again, against your lips

“I love you too baby, M’gonna fill you up so fucking good, gonna make you mine…” your voice thick with lust as you began to thrust harder and faster, slamming your body into his with each movement making him babble and moan loudly from your length dragging along his heat

“Come on baby, let me hear you scream,” you added with your eyes locked on his “Let me hear how much you want it.” He yelled out wordless moans, screaming for your cock so loudly there was no way the Avengers hadn’t heard you two now but neither of you cared at the moment

Your hips moved faster, fucking into him relentlessly “Gonna cum, gonna cum, f-fuck!” You felt him tighten around your hardness making you groan loudly as he screamed, your thrusts becoming sloppy as you both came together, feeling your cum gushing out of your cock filling him up, and his shooting out over his own stomach

“Feel so full…” he said breathlessly, you put a hand over his lower abdomen and pulled out, watching as his cum seeped out of his messy hole, “That was just what I needed,” he said panting and resting his head on the armrest as you chuckled and gently helped him to the shower to get you both cleaned up.

Let’s just say when you guys both came out of your room no one made eye contact and made sure to always ask you two if you were busy before bothering either of you, some of the Avengers made jokes about it (especially Tony) and every time they did Peter would groan and hide us head in his hands making you laugh

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[thealtoduck]

The Boy Is Mine

Peter Parker x Male Black Cat!Reader

Warnings: Y/n being more of a little shit than usual, jealousy, smut, you and Peter kinda have a heart to heart, bottom!Reader, top!Peter, cocky!Peter, friends with benefits, kitchen sex to couch sex, anal sex, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, missionary, facial…

Male Black Cat!Reader: Masterlist

Summary: You suspect that Peter has been hooking up with someone else by the way he’s acting and it pisses you off, so you invite him over to ”study”…

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You watched Peter suspiously in class… what the fuck was he daydreaming about?

Usually he was either paying attention to whatever the teacher was talking about or more importantly… ogling you. You didn’t know why but he had been like this for a couple of days. Distracted. Quiet. Secretive.

What could be so exciting in his life that you were suddenly nothing?

…

No

Fucking

Way

Peter was seeing someone… NO!… he had hooked up with someone… which was alright of course, this was how the friends with benefits thing worked. It’s not like you had been monogamous, you had hooked up with both your neighbour and Spider-Man just last week.

But it still bothered you.

Even then you weren’t completely sure he even was hooking up with someone yet. You needed to do more research.

Once class ended you followed Peter to his locker. He didn’t even look in your direction. He opened his locker, almost hitting you in the face with it’s door. You leaned against the locker beside his trying to make a slight noise for him to hear.

Nothing.

You cleared your throat…

He didn’t hear you.

Okay, now he was just pissing you off. Once Peter had collected his bag you slammed his locker shut for him, making him jump slightly, he then noticed you and smiled saying casually ”Oh hey Y/n, what’s up?”.

Was he being serious right now?…

”Oh nothing, just really in need of company right now when my dad is out of town” you said adding just the right amount of neediness and sexual urge. Peter picked up what you meant, blushing slightly.

”Sorry Y/n, I really have to study for the test next week” Peter said, he gave you a quick hug before saying goodbye and walking away. You stood there and stared after him.

You needed a plan to remind Peter who he dosen’t belong to but should still be head over heels horny for…

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The next day

*Texting*

Y/n: Heeey, you still need to study?

Peter: Yeah, this was more confusing than I expected :)

Y/n: Yeah, I thought so too, wanna come over tommorow and study. Maybe we can make more sense of it together

Peter: Just study?…

Y/n: JUST study🙄

Peter: Alright, I’ll be there at two

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Peter’s pov

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Peter arrived at Y/n’s house, it was raining heavily outside, he walked up to the door. It was unlocked. Peter opened it and went inside locking the door behind him. He took of his raincoat and hung it up. ”Y/n?!” he called out.

”Upstairs!” Y/n’s voice called through the house. Peter made his way up the stairs to look for you. He went towards your room where the door was open and revealed Y/n laying in his bed, on his stomach fully naked.

Peter’s eyes widened in shock.

”Y/n!”

”Hi”

”You said you wanted to study together” Peter said still in shock.

”I lied” Y/n stated as if it was obvious.

”I want you to do whatever you want with me” Y/n said seductively yet with a innocent pretty smile still on his face.

Peter fought the urge to just jump on to the bed and give Y/n exactly what he wanted right then and there. But…

”I really need to study” Peter said. ”Y/n, I’m sorry but I really need to pass this test”. Y/n only stared at him for a couple of seconds before he said ”Fine, I’ll study with you”. Y/n stood up from the bed making Peter instinctively cover his eyes with his hand.

”Really? Nothing you haven’t seen before you know” Y/n reminded him. So Peter lowered his hand, seeing him get dressed in a oversized hoodie and boxers.

”Come on, I’ll make us some coffee” Y/n said and led the way downstairs.

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Your pov

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The two of you sat together at the kitchen table discussing the homework and read through your notes. As you began to get the hang of the subject you both started writing stuff down. It became quiet except for the scribbling of pens and rain tapping on the roof.

However you were still distracted by Peter and his possibly mystery boyfriend or girlfriend. And after a while, while writing down some scientists name, you found yourself asking…

”Are you seeing someone?”

”What?” Peter answered looking up from his notes.

”You’ve just seemed kinda distracted lately” you stated.

”Oh..” Peter started. ”No, I’m not seeing anyone right now but I-” he said cutting himself off before continuing ”Well I kinda hooked up with someone last week”.

”Someone I know?” you asked curiously. Hearing Peter just admit it out loud had made the jealousy dampen down a bit.

”No” Peter said and thought of something. ”The thought of me being with someone else bothered you that much?” he asked. You felt a bit embarrassed but answered honestly ”Kinda”.

You both went silent for a moment.

Then Peter said ”I only hooked up him cause I was bothered by you hooking up with your neighbour”. More silence.

Peter then placed a hand on your thigh, you weren’t sure if it was meant to be comforting or sexual or something completely else. For once you had no idea what his next move would be…

Peter leaned in towards you and placed a kiss on your lips. You kissed him back. Once you broke up the kiss Peter said with a grin ”We might need a break from studying. The two of you stood up from your chairs and started to hungrily kissed each other.

You removed Peter’s hoodie throwing it on the floor. Then your t-shirt went off. Soon your back hit the kitchen island, Peter noticed and lifted you on to it. Then Peter remembered something and said ”Lube?”. ”In my room” you told him and Peter sprinted out of the kitchen.

You could hear him dashing up and down the stairs, suprised at his speed, he was like a horny superhero. He then ran into the kitchen slamming a bottle of lube down right next to you, not even tired from running. ”Wow… you should join the track team” you noted.

Peter then pulled his own shirt off revealing the glory that was his chest. Peter then pulled off your underwear letting them join the rest of the clothes on the floor. You leaned back and put your legs over Peter’s shoulders to give him better access to your ass.

Peter wasted no time and immediately opened the bottle of lube, smearing his fingers in it. He then forced a first finger inside you. You could tell Peter was impatient to get to fuck you and wanted to get prepping out of the way as soon as possible.

Peter added another finger into you. ”Fuck! Peter!” you exclaimed as he streched you open. His third finger was then added, Peter pushing his fingers roughly into your hole. Soft moans escaping your lips as a result.

”Peter- Peter, I’m ready” you blurted out. Peter smiled at you and undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and pushed his jeans and underwear down his legs. He rubbed lube on to his perfect length and lined himself up to your hole.

Peter looked you in the eyes and asked ”Still allowed to do whatever I want to you?” Peter asked a with a new type of hunger in his tone. ”Yes” you uttered sensuously. Peter then put the tip of his cock at you enterance and pushed hard into you.

You let out a harsh groan, your legs were shaking as Peter forced his full manhood into your tight hole in one swift go. Peter stopped quickly thinking he’d been to rough with you and said ”Sorry was that to much” in response you just smiled encouragingly at him.

Peter took the hint and immediately started rolling his hips as he fucked you as you were layed back on the kitchen island. Peter held your thighs as he thrusted in to you. The sight of you a moaning mess made Peter blurt out ”Fuck you’ll take it anywhere won’t you- the balcony- the school showers- your own kitchen-” he managed to get out through his own moans.

”Only for you” you said breathily. Peter wanted to get you both to a more comfortable place to fuck. ”Sit up and grab on to me” Peter commanded. You did as told and wrapped your arms around Peter’s and your legs around his hips.

Peter carried you easily in to the living room, laying you both down on the couch. He then proceeded to keep plowing you. Peter’s cock reaching new depths inside you as he didn’t hold back.

”Taking it so good” Peter said thrusting hard enough to make your couch shake beneath you. Your hole squeezed around his cock in the most satisfactory way. It was like made to milk his cock. Like you were made specifically just to please him.

Peter assumed this was how you felt whenever you topped him. A sense of power over the person beneath you as they become a moaning mess. ”Tell me how much you like taking my cock” Peter commanded you.

”Only you can fuck this good” you called out in ecstasy. You liked seeing Peter this in control as he pounded you like a you were a worthless whore to him, who he could break and then replace once you’d been fucked full of his seed.

Soon you let out a whine and belted out ”I’m gonna- gonna-” but you couldn’t even finish as your hard cock shot ropes of cum on your and Peter’s chests. Peter watched how your body relaxed just a bit.

He knew how he wanted to cum so he just said ”Get on the floor” and pulled put of you and started beating his meat. Peter stood up as he jerked himself off, you crawled on to the carpeted floor and got on your knees in front of Peter’s hung cock. You opened your mouth but Peter put a hand under your chin closing it and said ”I want to cum ON your face”.

So you smiled and closed your eyes as Peter waiting for Peter to finish. Meanwhile Peter felt his orgasm come closer and the brunette boy looked down on your face, with that sneaky innocent smile he had gotten so used to seeing. Then it happened Peter unloaded his cum on to your face, he showered you in it, even getting some in your hair.

As Peter came on you, you realised he much he came for a regular person. It almost like he was somekind of mutant. As you opened your eyes you looked up at Peter completely drenched in his load, giving him cute smile as if asking if you did a good job.

Usually Peter would get you a towel or paper but this Peter just said ”Go clean yourself up” before walking back to the kitchen to finish his studying. The nonchalance in his voice almost made you cum again on the spot.

Hopefully this Peter would wanna use you for a round two once the studying was done. So you eagerly went to clean yourself up.

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Peter: Hm, Wade has been rather quiet today.

Y/N: Yeah, it’s quite nice actually.

Peter: ...

Y/N: ...

Peter: We should check on him.

Y/N: Immediately.

[ironinc]

Desire in the Web.ᝰ.ᐟ 

Spider-man x F!Black Reader. (Smut/NSFW)

˗ˏˋ As a villain, you've been causing trouble for Spider-Man, but lately, things have taken a turn. There's a growing tension and attraction between you two. Spider-Man is torn between his heroic duties and the desire that's building inside him. You decide to use this to your advantage, taunting and toying with him as you plot your possible escape.

⤷ Oneshot, smut, oral sex, very detailed so here’s the warning!

⤷ A/N: I saw that y’all liked my Peter Parker/Spiderman story so I wanted to make another one! I also want to do something different. And he’s aged up to 20! This is for my bestie Mia-Mia as well!! I know you're gonna love this one.

⤷ Word count: 2,795

⤷ Special song to add spice: Harleys In Hawaii by Katty Perry

⏦ﾟ♡︎

You’re trapped. His webs cling to your arms, and your legs, pinning you against the cold brick wall of the alleyway. The rain is coming down in sheets, soaking through your suit, and you can smell the metallic tang of the city mingling with the earthy dampness around you. 

Spider-Man. Of course, it’s him. Always him. He lands in front of you with that infuriatingly confident stance, his mask hiding everything but the tension in his jaw. You know that tension isn’t just about stopping you. It’s different tonight. Deeper.

"Well," you drawl, your voice dripping with mockery, "looks like the neighborhood hero finally caught me. What’s the plan, Spider? Take me in? Lecture me about how I’m on the wrong path?"

He doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he steps closer. His red and blue suit glistened under the dim streetlight. His gloved fingers twitch slightly, and you can feel the heat of his body even through the rain. 

He’s hesitating. You’ve seen this before, the way he lingers just a little too long, the way his eyes—those damn eyes—seem to linger on you even when he’s trying to focus on the mission.

"You’re not getting away this time," he finally says, his voice low and strained. It’s not just determination in his tone. There’s something else. Something you’ve been intentionally stoking for weeks now.

"Oh, I’m not?" You tilt your head, your lips curling into a smirk. "You sure about that, Spider? Because you’ve had me in this position before, and yet… here I am again. Funny how that works."

He growls a sound that’s more frustration than anger and takes another step forward. The rain is plastering his mask to his face, and you can see the outline of his lips, the way they’re pressed into a tight line. Perfect.

"You’re playing a dangerous game," he warns, his voice dropping even lower.

"Dangerous?" You laugh, the sound echoing off the walls of the alley. 

"This isn’t dangerous, Spider. This is… fun. And I think you’re starting to enjoy it too."

His hands clench into fists, but he doesn’t move. You’re close enough now that if you leaned forward, you could kiss him. Not that you would. Not yet. 

You’re savoring this, the push and pull, the way he’s fighting himself more than he’s fighting you.

"You think I don’t see what you’re doing?" he snaps, finally breaking the silence. "You’re trying to mess with my head. It’s not going to work."

"Is that what I’m doing?" You feign innocence, batting your lashes. 

"Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re the one who can’t keep his eyes off me. Or is that just the hero complex talking?"

He exhales sharply, a sound that’s almost a growl, and then before you can react, his hand is on your throat. Not hard, but firm enough to make your breath catch. Finally.

"You’re pushing me," he warns, his voice almost a whisper.

"Or maybe," you purr, your voice trembling slightly but still laced with defiance, "you’re just tired of pretending you don’t want this."

For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of the rain and the ragged rhythm of your breathing.

Suddenly he pulls his mask halfway up. Only exposing his lips. Then, his lips crash into yours, rough and desperate, and you can feel the heat of him through the suit. His other hand is on your waist, pulling you closer, regardless of you being trapped in his webs. You can feel the hardness of him pressing against you.

It’s not gentle. It’s not sweet. It’s raw, animalistic, the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless and aching. His tongue invades your mouth, and you bite down hard, drawing a low groan from him.

He pulls back, his chest heaving, and for a moment, you think he’s going to stop, to walk away. But then his hands are on your hips, lifting you effortlessly, and your back is hitting the wall again, the cold brick a sharp contrast to the heat of his body.

"Spider," you gasp, your voice trembling, "you’re going to regret this."

"I already do," he growls, and then his mouth is on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as his hands work to free you from the webs. They’ll take a while to dissolve, but he doesn’t seem to care, his hands slipping under your clothes, his fingers rough and demanding.

"You’re going to hate yourself tomorrow," you whisper, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"Maybe," he says, his breath hot against your ear, "but right now, I don’t give a damn."

His hands are on your ass now, lifting you higher, and you wrap your legs around his waist, grinding against him. The friction is electric, and you can feel the tension in his body, the way he’s holding back, barely.

You were getting wetter by the second.

"Fuck me," you demand, your voice low and throaty. "Right here. Right now."

He growls a sound that sends shivers down your spine, and then his fingers are working at the bottom of your suit. Pullingthem down just enough to expose you. He’s fumbling with his suit, his movements hurried and clumsy, and then he’s inside you, filling you in one rough thrust. 

You cry out, the sound swallowed by the rain, and your nails dig into his back. He’s not gentle, not this time, his thrusts are hard and unrelenting, each one driving you closer to the edge.

You can feel the tension building in your body, the heat coiling in your core, and you know he’s feeling it too, the way his breath is coming in short, ragged gasps.

"Look at you," you whisper, your voice trembling, "the great Spider-Man, fucking the villain he’s supposed to stop. What would your fans think?"

He growls, his hips slamming into yours with even more force, and you can feel the sting of the brick wall against your back, the ache in your legs as you cling to him. But you don’t care. You don’t care about the pain, the rain, the danger. All you care about is the man in front of you, the way he’s losing control, the way he’s giving in to the desire he’s been fighting for so long.

"Harder," you demand, your voice breaking, and he obliges, his thrusts becoming even more brutal, driving you closer and closer to the edge. 

His moans were like a drug, and the feel of his hands on you was intoxicating. His possessive and affectionate touch was both thrilling and comforting.

You can feel it building, the tension in your body, the heat in your core, and then it’s too much, too overwhelming, and you’re coming, your body shuddering against his.

He follows you over the edge, his body tensing, his thrusts becoming erratic, and then he’s collapsing against you, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of the rain and the pounding of your heart.

And then he pulls back, his mask still plastered to his face, his eyes dark and unreadable. "This doesn’t change anything," he says, his voice low and dangerous.

"Oh, Spider," you whisper, your lips curling into a smirk, "I think it changes everything."

── .✦

The rain had stopped, leaving the streets glistening under the dim glow of streetlights. Spider-Man stood there, his suit still clinging to his skin, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. You, the villain, leaned against the damp brick wall, your smirk never wavering. The air between you was thick with tension, a dangerous cocktail of desire and rivalry.

"You’re always so predictable, Spider," you purred, your voice low and sultry. "Always chasing after little old me. But tell me…" You stepped closer, your hips swaying with every step, the sound of your heels clicking against the wet pavement echoing in the alley. "What would you do if I stopped running?"

His eyes narrowed under the mask, but you could see the flicker of curiosity—and something darker—behind them. "What are you getting at?" he asked, his voice steady but with a hint of intrigue.

You reached out, your fingers grazing the fabric of his suit, feeling the heat radiating from his body. "Come with me," you whispered, leaning in so close that your breath ghosted over the edge of his mask. "Just for tonight. Let me show you what it feels like to let go."

He hesitated, his jaw tightening as he weighed his options. You could see the conflict in him, the struggle between his duty and the pull of whatever this was between you. Then, finally, he nodded. "Lead the way."

Your smirk widened as you turned, walking confidently down the alley, knowing he would follow. The city buzzed around you, but it felt distant and irrelevant. All that mattered was the game you were playing, the one you were determined to win.

Your lair was hidden in plain sight, an unassuming building in the heart of the city. Inside, it was a different story—a sleek, modern space filled with cutting-edge technology and decadent touches.

You led him through the dimly lit rooms, the air thick with the scent of leather and something faintly floral. Finally, you stopped in a room dominated by a large, circular bed, the walls made entirely of glass, overlooking the city skyline.

"Impressive," Spider-Man said, his voice tinged with caution. "But this doesn’t mean I trust you."

You laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "Oh, Spider, you don’t have to trust me. You justhave to let go."

You moved closer, your body brushing against his as you reached up to trace the edge of his mask. "Take it off," you murmured, your voice dripping with temptation. "Let me see you."

He hesitated again, his breathing growing shallow. Then, slowly, he peeled the mask off, revealing Peter Parker’s face—youthful, vulnerable, and undeniably handsome. You stared at him for a moment, savoring the way his eyes flickered with uncertainty and desire.

"Beautiful," you whispered, though you knew better than to let him hear it. Instead, you closed the distance between you, your lips crashing against his in a searing kiss. He groaned into your mouth, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled you closer.

The kiss was fierce, and desperate, a battle for dominance that neither of you was willing to lose. Your hands slid under his suit, feeling the hard planes of his chest, the way his muscles tensed under your touch. He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he stared at you, his eyes dark with hunger.

"Tell me what you want," he growled, his voice rough with need.

You smirked, your hands trailing down his chest to the waistband of his suit. "I want to see you beg," you whispered, your voice a low, dangerous purr.

He let out a choked laugh, but there was no humor in it. "You’re playing with fire."

"And yet," you murmured, your fingers toying with the edge of his suit, "you’re the one who’s burning."

Before he could respond, you pushed him down onto the bed, climbing on top of him with a predatory grace. You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear. "Let me show you what it feels like to lose control."

And then you kissed him again, harder this time, your hips grinding against his, feeling the way he hardened beneath you. His hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you closer, his body arching against yours.

This is it, you thought, your mind hazy with desire. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.

You pulled back, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "Take off the suit," you commanded, your voice firm and unyielding.

He hesitated for only a moment before obeying, stripping off the suit and tossing it aside, leaving him bare before you. You took in the sight of him—his lean, muscular frame, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the way his cock stood hard and ready against his stomach.

"Perfect," you murmured, more to yourself than to him. Then you leaned down, your hands sliding up his thighs, feeling the way they trembled under your touch. "Now, let’s see how long you can last."

You wrapped your hand around him, stroking him slowly, savoring the way his breath hitched and his hips bucked into your touch. His hands gripped the sheets, his knuckles turning white as he tried to hold back, to keep control.

"Don’t fight it," you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear. "Let go."

And then you took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip before sliding down the length of him. He moaned, his hips jerking upward as you took him deeper, your hand moving in tandem with your mouth. He was thick, his cock filling your mouth as you worked him, every stroke driving him closer to the edge.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hands perfectly grabbing your braids as he tried to hold you still, but you pulled back, teasing him with the tip before plunging down again. He cried out, his body tensing as he tried to control himself, but you were relentless, your mouth and hand working in perfect sync.

"You’re so close," you murmured, pulling back to look at him, your lips swollen and glistening. "But I’m not done with you yet."

You climbed off him, ignoring his protest as you turned around, straddling his chest. You leaned down, your breasts brushing against his face as you whispered, "Your turn."

He didn’t need any more encouragement, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you down onto his face, his tongue delving into you with a hunger that matched your own. You moaned, your hands tangling in his hair as he licked and sucked, his tongue driving you wild.

"Don’t stop," you gasped, your hips grinding against his face as his tongue worked its magic. You could feel the heat building in your core, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it was almost unbearable.

I’m so close, you thought, your mind hazy with pleasure. Just a little more…

And then he slid a finger inside you, curling it just right, and you were coming, your body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over you. He didn’t stop, his tongue and fingers continuing to work you through your orgasm until you were a trembling, gasping mess.

You rolled off him, your body still trembling as you caught your breath. He stared at you, his chest rising and falling, his eyes dark with hunger. 

"You’re insatiable," he muttered, his voice rough with need.

You smirked, your hand trailing down his chest to his cock, feeling the way it twitched under your touch. "And you’re far from done," you murmured, your voice a low, dangerous purr. "Now, let’s see how much you can take."

You climbed on top of him, guiding him into you, your breath hitching as he filled you completely. He groaned, his hands gripping your hips as you moved, your bodies sliding together in perfect sync. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with your breathy moans and his choked gasps.

"Fuck," he muttered, his hands sliding up your body to grip your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. "You’re… unbelievable."

You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear. "And you’re mine," you whispered, your voice a low, dangerous purr. "Even if it’s just for tonight."

He groaned, his hips bucking upward as you moved, your bodies sliding together in a perfect rhythm. The sound of skin against skin filled the room still. Mingling with your breathy moans and his choked gasps. You could feel the tension building inside you again, your body coiling tighter and tighter as he thrust into you, his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside you.

“Surrender to me,” he growled, his hands gripping your hips as he thrust harder, deeper. "Let go."

And then you were coming again, your body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over you. He followed you over the edge, his body tensing as he spilled inside you, his grip on your hips almost painful as he held you still.

You collapsed on top of him, your bodies still trembling as you caught your breath. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your breathing and the steady thrum of your hearts.

And then he spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "This doesn’t change anything."

You smirked, your lips brushing against his ear. "Oh, Spider," you whispered, your voice dripping with amusement. "I told you—it changes everything."

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