#spiderman x ps reader

[m3vl0vesu]

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[cherryrikis]

ONE LESS LONELY GIRL - 006 ! first time for everything

PAIRING idols riki x fem reader

SYNOPSIS fans always point out the chemistry between you and riki, and it only continues to grow after you become mc’s together on music bank. but as your feelings rise, so does the tension. and people begin to notice, so you try not to let riki know how you feel. but unbeknownst to you, he feels entirely the same way.

authors note no update yesterday (sorryyy) bc i decided to actually take a break! ps wc is 1.7k.. i got a little carried away😭

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after giving riki your number less than 24 hours ago, he wasted no time to use it. you knew that he would eventually text or call you, it just wasn’t expected to be so soon.

so you were not expecting to wake up from a text from him.

you somewhat screamed out loud, dropping your phone on the floor. but as soon as danielle came rushing in from the other bedroom, your clarity hit.

the clock next to your bed read 4:59 am. you realized, it was the middle of the night. everyone was sleeping, until you woke up the people who were now in front of you.

“what? what is it?” danielle sat on your bed with hyein following soon after.

as she moved to lay down beside you, hyein stared at the other two girls who you shared a room with. minji and haerin were still fast asleep, having been used to your habit of being loud at the slightest inconvenience. especially since you were known to wake up in the middle of the night.

“he texted me at two in the morning, and i didn’t see till now!” you squealed.

danielle groaned in annoyance. “oh come on y/n! i almost actually slept good knowing we had no schedule today. now i’ll never be able to go back to sleep!”

hyein ignored her, turning her attention to you. she lifted her head up from your pillow before taking your phone.

“if your crush texted you in the middle of the night, you’d be the exact same way.” she squinted at danielle. “too bad i don’t like anyone then.”

they both read the text from riki, examining it.

“what the fuck? you woke us up for a ‘hey’?” hyein’s mood changed as she read the message out loud.

“well i didn’t open it! i just saw the notification..” you whined.

“wait! what? look, it says he’s texting right now!” danielle pointed her finger to your phone as the bubble appeared, which indicated he was in fact typing.

‘u busy today?’

“what are you gonna say? why is he even awake right now?”

“i bet he detected that she read it. like some spiderman tingle. that’s his.. ni-ki senses.” hyein stifled a laugh.

“shut up! give me my phone.”

you smiled at the texts, before turning the phone off and tucking it under your pillow. you pulled up your blanket from the edge of the bed, but it didn’t move, feeling unusually heavy.

at the end of the mattress, laid hyein and danielle. they had fallen fast asleep throughout the duration of your conversation.

on a typical day, you would be annoyed. but today was no average morning. you had yourself a date with nishimura riki.

you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the fact that you had to sleep with no blanket. you still slept well, looking forward to what your evening will bring.

“where are you going all dressed up?” haerin sat down next to you on the couch, as she gestured to your outfit. it was nothing too special, just a tube top and some baggy cargos.

“she has a date with nishimura riki!” hyein chimed in from the kitchen.

“what?!” hanni, haerin, and minji exclaimed in unison.

“yeah, it happened this morning. but you guys were sleeping.” you shrugged, before leaning down to tie your shoes (which danielle so kindly picked out and handed to you).

“is he picking you up?” hanni questioned, suddenly intrigued.

“yes, he should be here.. around now, actually.”

as if right on cue, riki was knocking on the door of your shared dorm.

“i got it!” minji rushed as she beat danielle to the entrance.

she opened the door, which behind it, revealed your knight in shining armor. or in his case, a hoodie layered with a bomber jacket and cargo pants. but it was good enough for you. he looked good in anything he wore.

“y/n isn’t home. better luck next time.” haerin came up to him, pushing minji out the way. she began to slowly close the door, only for riki to hold it open.

“seriously haerin?” hyein scoffed. “if you actually locked him out, y/n would be so pissed.” “i was kidding! everyone knows he’s untouchable here anyway. it’s obvious that if anyone even breathes in the direction of her boyfriend-”

she slapped a hand over haerin’s mouth, pulling her away from the doorway and switching places with her.

“sorry about that. y/n’s just grabbing her phone from upstairs. you wanna come in? i think- woah, did you guys plan this?” hyein paused as you walked towards her. she examined your outfit, and then riki’s. you realized, you were basically matching with the same color scheme. even the same cargos.

“hey. you look good.” he smiled as you stood next to him. you pulled him into a hug before pecking his cheek, just like yesterday.

almost as if it was a natural instinct, he wrapped an arm around your waist to secure you beside him.

riki spoke up once more to answer your roommates question. “not at all actually, i guess we kinda matched by pure coincidence. but uh, y/n, we really should get going? it’s almost like, an hour long drive.”

as soon as those words left his mouth, danielle came up to you both from the kitchen. she disregarded hyein, gesturing for her to leave.

“get y/n home by 10, no later then. don’t get caught, or be recognized.” she paused, as she pointed her gaze towards his hand which now held onto your hip. “and absolutely no dating scandals.” danielle poked her finger at his chest to emphasize the last sentence, not caring about the fact that riki towered over her.

“home before 10, don’t be spotted, and don’t cause a dating scandal. got it. thanks dani.” he smiled, before leaving your dorm to take you to his car.

“next in line please.” the cashier called out in a bored and monotone voice. but as you two approached the counter, her face lit up.

you were almost certain she recognized you or riki when she began to whisper to the barista. but she had no reaction as she asked for your order. you second guessed yourself, as the cashiers tired expression returned once more.

“ladies first. what will you have?” riki asked.

“could i order the strawberry matcha latte, and the chocolate croissant?” you spoke, watching as she took your order.

“and for you?” the cashier questioned, gesturing towards riki.

“i’ll have what she’s having.”

“two strawberry matcha lattes and two chocolate croissants. your total is ₩32,000. just insert your card here.”

he did indeed pay for the food. but, neither of you noticed how when the receipt printed, the cashier tucked it into her pocket instead of giving it to you.

“do you like the drink?” you asked riki, as he took a sip from his cup. “it’s really good. good thing we came here, i’ve never tried something so simple but, it’s delicious. you didn’t try it yet?.”

“i’ve been eating the croissant the whole time! okay, here. see?” you paused, placing down the chocolate croissant to sip the drink out of spite. you thought riki was exaggerating, but you didn’t expect it to be even better than he described.

he chuckled as he watched your face light up. “see? it really is good, isn’t it? nice choice.”

the two of you had been out for hours, even as the cafe closed. but there was nowhere else to go that was private, so riki just settled to take you home.

you were both sat in riki’s car, parked in the underground garage of the condos where you both lived. riki had his head resting on your shoulder as you scrolled through your phones, randomly showing each other random tiktoks you thought were funny.

it was a small yet intimate moment, you cherished it. you both were having so much fun, you almost forgot being an idol was part of your everyday lives. with you, riki felt free. he was able to forget the pressures of his job. and you felt the exact same way.

neither of you noticed it was already a little past 10.

“shit. riki, we have to go. it’s already 10:25.” you exclaimed, suddenly hyper-focusing on the time on your phone.

“i’ll walk you to your dorm.” he smiled.

and so you stood in front of your door, but you weren’t ready to go in. and he wasn’t ready to leave you yet.

“i had a good time.” you said, bringing your hands up to hold onto his shoulders. “we should go out again.”

“i wouldn’t mind.” riki mumbled, before bringing his face down to meet yours, connecting your lips in one quick movement.

your breath hitched when you felt him deepen the kiss, as he brought a hand up to softly stroke your cheek.

slowly, he pulled away. but not far, as he rested his forehead against yours.

you smiled at him, leaning forward to peck his lips once more.

“thank you for today.” he whispered, pulling away entirely so he could clearly see you. “goodnight riki.” you lightly chuckled, thinking back to your texts from earlier.

“goodnight y/n.”

but as he was about to leave, the front door of your dorm is pulled open. the two of you were met with the angry faces of minji, danielle, and haerin. “get inside here! and you too riki.” exclaimed minji, as she dragged you both into the living room.

as soon as you both are pushed to sit onto the couch, you scrambled to explain yourselves. “i know we’re late, but we just last track of time. dani, we-”

“it’s not about that! look at this.” she interrupted, pulling out her phone to hand it to you.

“riki, did you just choose to throw the three rules out the window? those are three things you can never ignore especially as an idol.” minji groaned, rubbing her forehead.

“okay, yes, we missed curfew. but we weren’t recognized or anything.” he said, confused.

“riki..?” you called out. your hands began to shake as you showed him what was displayed on danielle’s phone.

riki had never been so shocked.

“you two should’ve been more careful.”

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[greenparker]

In the Stillnes. Tasm!Peter Parker x reader

Tasm! Peter Parker x Reader. Warnings: None? Absent mother... if that counts lol. Summary: After being ditched by your mom for a date, Y/N waits alone for a bus in Queens, where you meet Peter, a friendly stranger. Their conversation sparks a blossoming friendship.

No pronouns used for reader :) A/N: Ive worked on this for so long and I just want it to be finished. And perhaps I will make a part 2 if needed, it was really fun. :) Enjoy

If this continues just know it will be a slow burn 😝

Also ps…. i will be accepting requests if anyone would like.

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You were exhausted and cold, yearning to escape to the warmth of home after a long day at work. The last thing on your mind was taking the bus, but then your phone buzzed. It was your mom, her sweet voice breaking through your fatigue with surprising energy.

“Something came up,” she said cheerfully. “I can’t pick you up. I finally found a date I’m not going to miss!”

You felt a knot tighten in your stomach. “What if something happens?” You hissed, worry flooding your voice. The world felt cruel and unpredictable, and the thought of being alone in the middle of Queens sent a shiver down your spine.

She laughed lightly, a sound that felt distant and infuriating. “You’ll be fine! That’s why we have Spiderman!” Her high-pitched cheerfulness grated on you. Your heart sank as you realized how little she seemed to care. “The man of my dreams will be here in ten minutes, so I have to go. Be safe! Love ya!” Before you could respond, the line went dead, leaving you staring at the screen, feeling more alone than ever. The bench you were sitting on was cold, your legs twisted together trying to gather warmth as you wait for a bus. To say you were impatient would be an understatement.

The street was eerily quiet, save for the occasional car speeding by. Your breath fogged in the chill air, and you pull your coat tighter, glancing down the road for any sign of the bus. Time seemed to crawl. The distant buzz of streetlights flickered inconsistently, casting long, unsettling shadows that made your heart race with every gust of wind. Your mind wandered back to your moms words—her carefree dismissal of your worry over a man she has never met. How could she be so relaxed? You checked your phone again, half-hoping she’d call back and offer some reassurance, but the screen remained dark. Suddenly, footsteps echoed faintly from behind. You froze, your muscles tensing as the sound drew closer. You slowly turned, and there—just another commuter. He gave you a quick nod, barley acknowledging your presence as he passed by. Relief washed over you, but it was short-lived. The street still felt empty, and you still felt exposed. You glanced up at the dark sky, closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath, hoping for the bus lights to appear around the corner. Just as the tension in your chest began to build again, the distant hum of an engine reached your ears. Your eyes open and there it was—The bus, its headlights piercing through the had settles in your bones. The bus slowed to a stop, its brakes hissing as the doors creaked open. Warm air spilled out, inviting you inside. You didn’t hesitate, quickly stepping up and scanning your card before finding an empty seat near the back. The heat from the vents hit your face, thawing cold cheeks and fingers. You let out a shaky breath, leaning back into the worn seat as the doors closed with a soft thud. As the bus pulled away, you glanced out the window, watching the dark streets slide by. The city felt a little less overwhelming now, its harsh edges softened by the gentle hum of the engine beneath you.  You were still scared, still tired but at least for the next few stops, you were moving toward home. As you settled into your seat, you noticed a man a few rows ahead, slouched in his seat, staring blankly out the window. He looked about your age with tousled brown hair and a jacket that seemed to be a but too light for the weather. His foot tapped nervously against the floor, and every now and then, he’d glance at his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The bus hit a small bump, jolting you forward. Your heart leaps as you grab onto the seat handle, the sound of your bag tumbling into the middle of the aisle. Before you could react, the man leaned over, scooping it up and handing it back to you with a half-smile. “Rough night?” he asked, his voice low but friendly. You gave a nervous laugh, clutching the bag. “Yeah, something like that. Thanks.” “No problem.” He shifted slightly in his seat, clearly not in a rush to turn back to his window. “Missed the last train, so here I am.” You made a face, sympathizing. That must’ve been annoying, though he didn’t seem particularly bothered. “Maybe I should have taken it as a sign to just head back and binge-watch something,” He added with a soft. As he spoke, his lips curled into a half smile, and for a second, he bit his lip thoughtfully, as if truly considering the option.

There was something about the way he said it—so casual, like he was used to rolling with bad timing—that made your chest feel a little lighter, even though you still wished you were anywhere but here. His ease with the situation made it seem less annoying. Almost. You found yourself smiling, just a small one tugging that the corner of your lips, despite the lingering bitterness of your own night. “Yeah, I get that,” you said, meeting his gaze for a brief moment before glancing back at your bag.” My ride bailed on me last minute so… here I am too.” Peter raised an eyebrow, his smile widening as if he could relate a little too well. “Ah, the last-minute ditch. Classic. Makes you feel like you’ve got great luck, huh?” You gave a short laugh, shaking your head. “Something like that. Though I’d prefer good luck at least once in a while.”

His eyes softened as he leaned back in his seat. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, at least were not waiting in the cold anymore.” He gestured to the warm bus around you both, then added, “And, you know… we could be stuck with worse company.” There was a slight, playful edge to his words, but the sincerity in his voice caught you off guard. You looked at him again, and for a moment, the exhaustion and frustration you carried all day seemed to ebb just a little. There was something… familiar about his presence, though you couldn’t quite place it.

You really did not want to be here especially when it could’ve been avoided, if you had a mother who cared. But his lighthearted words make a small smile form on the corner of your lips.

“Guess youre right,” You murmured, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the bus. There was a moment of silence, and you could hear the faint hum of the bus as it rolled over the uneven streets. Then he spoke again, breaking the quiet. “You headed far?” “Not too far. Just trying to make it home in one piece,” You replied, fiddling with your fingers as you spoke. It was nice to talk to someone who didn’t seem to mind the awkwardness of the moment. He nodded, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “That’s the goal. One piece and warm.” A smile flickered across his face, and for a moment it felt like the bus had cocooned you both in a little bubble, separate from the rest of the world. You returned the smile, surprised by the warmth it sparked within you. “Yeah, definitely,” you agreed, though a part of you was still battling the lingering chill from being outside. The bus rumbled along, and you glance out the window at the passing city lights, momentarily lost in thought. When you turned back, you noticed he had shifted in his seat, now slightly angled towards you. “So, what do you do?” he asked, breaking the brief silence. Caught of guard, you hesitated. ” Oh, um, I’m a barista,”  You said, feeling a mix of pride and self-conscious. “Its interesting, I guess. Lots of coffee and conversation.” “Coffee? Nice! That’s like lifeblood of the city,” he replied, his enthusiasm evident.” Do you get to experiment with new drinks?” “Sometimes! It can get pretty creative, especially when we have seasonal specials,” you explained, feeling a little more animated. “But mostly it’s the regulars and their usual orders.”

“I can see how that could be fun,” he said, nodding. “I’m Peter, by the way.” He extended a hand, and you shook it, feeling a spark of connection.

“Nice to meet you, Peter. I’m Y/N,” you replied, a hint of shyness creeping in as you caught his gaze.

He smiled again, and there was something about his expression that made you feel more at ease. “So, do you have any crazy coffee stories?”

You chuckled, thinking back on the oddities of your day-to-day. “Oh, you have no idea! Just last week, someone ordered a triple-shot, extra-hot caramel macchiato with a sprinkle of cinnamon—while wearing a cat costume.”

Peter laughed, clearly amused. “That’s amazing! Did you get a picture?”

“Not a good one. I was too busy trying to keep a straight face,” you admitted, your laughter mingling with his. “But it was definitely a highlight.”

As the conversation flowed, it felt surprisingly easy to talk to him, like you were already old friends despite just meeting. There was something about his laid-back demeanor, a quiet confidence that made you feel at ease, though you couldn't quite place why someone like him would be riding the bus this late.

“What about you? What do you do?” you asked, genuinely curious, eager to keep the conversation going.

“Oh, I’m into photography,” Peter said with a smile, his eyes lighting up with a kind of quiet enthusiasm. “I love capturing moments—cityscapes, random things, people who stand out. It’s like, you see something ordinary, but in the right light, it becomes extraordinary.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “That’s an interesting way to look at it. So, do you just walk around the city with your camera all the time, looking for those moments?”

“Pretty much,” he replied, his smile growing. “I kind of like to get lost, y’know? Sometimes you find the best shots when you aren’t really looking for them. The city's like a living thing—it changes every time you see it.”

You chuckled softly, amused by his almost poetic take on photography. “Sounds like a bit of an adventure,” you said, leaning in slightly. “Do you have a favorite spot to shoot, or is it all just… wherever the city takes you?”

He paused for a second, tilting his head as if considering it. “There’s this spot near the Queensboro Bridge. Great views of the skyline at sunset. It’s quiet too—hard to find that in New York. I like to go there when I need to clear my head.”

You could sense there was more to that answer than he was letting on, but you didn’t push. There was a certain charm in the way he kept things casual, even when it felt like there was more beneath the surface. You nodded, impressed. “That sounds… amazing. Maybe one day I’ll see that view for myself.”

“Maybe,” Peter said, his smile shifting to something a little more knowing, his eyes glinting as if you had passed some invisible test. “Though you’d probably prefer to be sipping a coffee while watching it.”

You laughed at his comment. “Oh, trust me, I can appreciate a good view with or without coffee. But yeah, coffee helps.”

“Does it ever,” he replied with a chuckle. “I’ll have to stop by your coffee shop sometime—get the ‘barista special.’” He made little air quotes, and you found yourself grinning.

“Oh, you definitely should. Maybe I’ll make you something off the menu,” you teased lightly.

Peter raised his eyebrows. “Off the menu? Now I’m intrigued. Got any secret recipes?”

You shrugged, leaning back. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just trying to bribe you for a private photography lesson. I could use some pointers,” you added playfully.

His eyes lit up at that, and he chuckled softly. “Deal. Photography lessons in exchange for secret coffee recipes. Sounds like a fair trade to me.”

You smiled, feeling the tension between you both ease even further, turning into something comfortable. “So, what got you into photography anyway? Is it something you always wanted to do?”

Peter hesitated, glancing out the window for a moment before looking back at you, his expression softening. “Yeah, I guess. It’s always been a way for me to… focus. There’s a lot going on sometimes, and photography—it helps me slow down, appreciate things. Makes life seem a little less… complicated.”

His words hung in the air, and for a second, you sensed that same hidden depth in him, something that went far beyond a guy with a camera wandering the streets. There was more to Peter Parker than he was showing, but you liked the way he made you feel—at ease, like you didn’t have to rush or force anything.

You nodded, appreciating his honesty. “I get that,” you said softly. “Life can get overwhelming sometimes. It’s good to have something that helps you focus.”

He gave you a small smile, one that felt almost... grateful. “Yeah, exactly.” Then, shaking off the somber tone, he added, “Plus, it gives me an excuse to get out of my apartment. I can’t just sit around all day, y’know?”

You laughed at that, feeling the conversation lighten again. “I feel that. If I stayed home too long, I’d end up drowning in Netflix.”

Peter chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “Yeah, but that’s dangerous. One episode turns into ten before you know it.”

“Exactly!” you replied, grinning. “And suddenly it’s 3 AM and you’re wondering where your life went.”

“Guilty,” Peter admitted with a sheepish smile. “That’s why I prefer wandering the city with my camera. At least then I feel productive.”

“Hey, I might have to join you on one of these photo adventures,” you said, feeling a surge of boldness. “I could use some of that productivity.”

Peter’s eyes lit up at your suggestion, and for a brief moment, you swore you saw a hint of something deeper in his gaze—interest, maybe? “Anytime,” he said, his voice warm and inviting. “Just say the word.”

The idea of spending more time with him, exploring the city together, made your heart skip a beat. But for now, you were content just sitting beside him, talking and laughing as the bus rolled on, the city outside your window feeling just a little less lonely.

As the bus rumbled on, you realized that despite just meeting, there was something about this conversation that felt special—like it might be the beginning of something unexpected.

The conversation flowed effortlessly; you felt a connection brewing between you two. Time seemed to fade away until you caught a glimpse of the city lights outside, realizing your stop was approaching.

“Looks like were on my street,” you said, glancing out the window.

“Ah, just when we were getting into it!” Peter replied, his smile faltering just a bit. “Guess we’ll have to continue this another time.”

“Yeah,” you said, feeling a twinge of disappointment. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”

“Definitely!” he replied, as if trying to hold on to the moment. “Take care!”

Before you could think to ask for his number, the bus slowed to a stop, the doors hissing open. You grabbed your bag and stepped out, a mix of warmth and regret swirling inside you.

As you turned to wave goodbye, you caught his gaze one last time—his expression was bright with possibility, but there was a lingering sense of ‘what if’ in the air. You walked away, a small smile on your face, feeling like you’d just shared something special, yet with no way to continue it.

As soon as you stepped off the bus, reality hit you like a freight train, the biting cold air sending shivers down your spine. You took a deep breath, the chill filling your lungs, and quickly wrapped your arms around yourself, as if trying to ward off the creeping sense of isolation that settled in.

The walk to your apartment building was brief, just a few seconds that felt stretched into eternity. Each step felt heavier, a stark contrast to the fleeting warmth you had shared with Peter on the bus. The anticipation of returning home, once a comfort, now felt like a weight pressing down on your chest.

Once inside, the silence enveloped you like a thick blanket, amplifying the emptiness that echoed in the corners of your mind. Stripping off your jacket, you furrowed your brows, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. The dimness of the apartment hit you hard; your mother had left all the lights off, a clear sign of her absence. It stung, a reminder that she had chosen a night out over being there for you.

You sighed, the sound reverberating in the stillness. Each room felt like a shadow of what it once was, and the lack of warmth and light only deepened your sense of loneliness. The walls seemed to close in, and in that moment, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were utterly alone, the echoes of laughter and warmth fading into the background.

You fumbled for your phone, activating the flashlight as you navigated the darkened apartment, each step feeling heavier than the last. Once you finally reached your bedroom, you didn’t even bother to turn on the lamp. Instead, you kicked off your shoes and fell onto the bed, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as the soft mattress enveloped you.

But then it hit you like a cold wave crashing over your warmth: you hadn’t gotten Peter’s number. A sudden wave of sadness washed over you, tightening your chest, even though you barely knew him. It was his kindness that lingered in your mind, the way his smile seemed to light up the dreary atmosphere of the bus, making the chaos of your night feel a little more bearable. You closed your eyes, imagining the easy laughter you had shared, and felt a pang of regret. How was it that someone you’d just met could leave such an imprint on your heart? You wished you could have captured that fleeting moment in time, to hold onto it a little longer, to have the chance to get to know him better. But now, as the silence enveloped you, all you could do was lie there, feeling the weight of your unspoken feelings settle heavily in the stillness.

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A/N: This is my first fic in a long time so Im sorru if this is bad? I didnt want it to get too long so I will be posting a second part, mostly because I need to feel a hole in my life lmao. But i hope you like it, if you have any ideas you want me to add to this lemme know. And if anyone wants a tag list i will make one lol.

[stickymolasses]

Hello! Can you write a nurse reader x harry osborn? :)

MAKE YOU BETTER

an: hello! i love reading ur harry fics so much, thank you for this prompt! i hope u like it <3 ps: reader does not know peter is spiderman, they just think peter got injured somehow and the symbiote transferred over to him. spiderman having a black suit, in their eyes, is just a coincidence. just imagine reader being totally oblivious, lol.

summary: You're Harry's nurse and you can't help him feel better physically anymore, so you resort to playing therapist. (fluff/a little angst if you squint) pairing: harry osborn x reader warnings: sick & irritable harry

You knock twice as gently as possible, trying not to disturb Harry too much. He mumbles something that resembles “come in,” so you allow yourself to slowly open the door. You close it upon entering and lean against it.

“How are you feeling today, Harry?” you ask, wishful thinking taking over, though you think you probably know the answer.

Harry shuffles a little in his bed and leans his head back. He swallows hard, and his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. His form has gotten frail over the past couple of days.

He breathes in deeply and his words come out in a whisper, “Never been better.” He smiles sarcastically and breathes out his nose, a laugh that does not require him to flex his stomach.

You can see his pain. You can feel it too. You don’t want to pry, but as his nurse, you have a job. You are supposed to make him feel better, get healthier. He can’t get any better, physically, that is. Your real task now is to change his mindset.

“What’s been bothering you lately? Any serious pain I should know about?” You cross your arms, still leaning on the door.

Harry is sitting up now, giving you a better view of the dark purple bags under his eyes. You wince and look down, avoiding his gaze. “The usual. My pain lately has been in my head. I’ve been mulling things over, got lots to think about.”

He looks down at his lap, twiddling his thumbs. His boredom has reached a new peak, having filled out four science-themed crossword books.

You nod at him as if to say “Go on.”

He furrows his brows in thought, still looking down at his hands.

“It’s Peter.” He looks up at you swiftly. “He’s… changed.”

You move towards his bed and take a seat nearer to him, to make him more comfortable. Your words come out slowly and very quietly, “Changed, how?”

He sighs, “It’s complicated. After his little… accident, having the symbiote- um, the suit- affects him in a way that it hadn’t done to me. He’s angry.”

You know he’s telling the truth. You’ve seen it. When Peter blew up on Harry and told him he should “pop some more pills.” From knowing Peter for a few months now, you would never have expected him to act that way towards anyone, let alone his best friend.

“Has he ever been angry like that before, with you?” You inquire, still pushing.

“Never. I was usually the one with the temper.”

“If you’ll allow me to play devil's advocate, I think you might need to give Peter the benefit of the doubt because-”

Harry gripped his comforter until his knuckles turned white.

“He wants me to die.” The words came out like a curse, laced with venom. His face falls into his palm, and he rubs his temples.

Once he finds himself calm, he opens his mouth again to speak, but no words come out. He looks at your face, eager to listen. Something about the way you look at him helps him find the words.

“I’m sorry. You’re right, he’s fighting his own battles. We all are.” He looks up at you, awaiting a response. You fall silent.

Your gaze is morphing under his. You feel like you’re melting rapidly under a heat lamp, but you’re just looking at each other. This moment feels more meaningful than the actual verbal conversation you were having just moments before. You’re beginning to feel different about him, and the feeling is dangerous, fatal even.

“Stop looking at me like that. Like I’m some sick child.” Harry turns his head away from you, like an actual child. A child who doesn’t want to listen to his guardian.

You scramble, “Like what? I wasn’t looking at you like anything; I was just-”

“You were pitying me; I can see it with my own two eyes.” The moment was fleeting, but you could see him changing his mind mid-sentence. Something about you kept him sane.

You breathe loudly, and he can hear the gears turning in your head. You were calculating a response so as not to irritate him further.

“I wasn't pitying you. I was just… I was thinking about how you were before. You were so full of life, seeing you like this makes me wonder what you would be doing if you weren’t in this position.” You reach for his hand and clasp it gently. His hand is cold, in contrast to your warm ones. Your thumb moves in circles over his knuckles.

“Can you help me stand up, please?” He flashes doe eyes at you, waiting for an answer. You grip his hand tighter and help him rise from the bed. When he is fully standing, he pulls you into a hug so swiftly that you wobble a bit.

He buries his head into your neck and mumbles something incoherent, and you don’t bother to ask him to repeat himself. You hold each other for just a second too long.

“Sorry, I just wanted to look out the window.” He hobbles over to the giant window and stops in front of it, placing a hand on the frame and leaning on it.

“New York City used to be so beautiful, don’t you think?” He continues to stare longingly at the world outside his room.

“I think it’s still gorgeous.” You stand next to him, placing a hand on his bicep to make sure he doesn’t lose his balance.

“Of course you would. Any world with you in it should be grateful to have you.” He turns towards you and removes your hand from his arm, placing a hand on your waist. He looks down at you with an unreadable gaze.

You look up at him and cup his face in your hands, smoothing your thumb over his cheek. His brown eyes sparkle with an ambition that you haven’t seen in all of your days of knowing him. He looks down at your lips and you notice. He leans in, and you follow suit, connecting your lips in harmony.

“You are the most beautiful thing in all of New York City, Harry.”

an: hello! i hope this was what you were looking for, i got a little carried away. this was a lot of fun! thank you for the ask again!

[more harry content here]

[savvthedate]

🤍Upcoming Works🤍

- Yandere!videogame character Jeongin (DONE)

- Skz MTL (a whole bunch)

- Christmas!AU (surprise member x reader)

- Skz!small town AU (ot8)

- There's a space between us (surprise member x reader)

- Camp counselor fic (possibly horror? Based on the game the quarry)

- Domestic attendant (Android!Felix x Reader) (inspired by the game Detroit: become human)

- spiderman fic?!?!?

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• these are just the scheduled works for now, also usually I'll put surprise member when I don't know who to write for so if you have suggestions don't be shy and let me know!

• PS I'll try my best to upload at a steady pace but these works will be posted before the end of the year

• if anyone's reading this and wants to help me out could you guys like say which works you want to read more/first so I can have a strong motivation

[spiritfrvr]

Miles (1610) x Ftm Reader!

miles was done with his spiderman duties when he wanted to come over and play Mario kart! (short dribble)

As you got done washing the dishes you heard a knock on your door, your parents were out and you know better than to open the door for strangers but still curious you open the door to see Miles. “ hey um can I come in?” said Miles as he looked away embarrassed, you thought about it before telling him to come in; he stood near your window and you noticed he seem exhausted, “Are you okay”? you asked before he nodded saying just said Spider-Man duties. Ever since he told you he was Spiderman it seemed like he was extremely busy and didn't have time to hang out with you.

Feeling bad you decide to sit on your couch before looking at him. He looked back at you before smiling then asking “ what do you want to do ? ”, you got off the couch and got two gaming controllers giving one to him and then saying “ you want to play Mario Kart”? He nodded his head and then proceeded to sit next to you as you both played Mario Kart until he got tired.

(ps he mostly won the rounds, also lmk if y'all enjoyed thissss)

[pookiebeary]

ooo i love ur spiderverss x dc thing so far, if u ever decide to write something similar maybe you could give the reader a symbiote! I think itd be interesting :0

Like a really emotional person w a symbiote who enhances their anger/emtions, i havent watched anything on the new spiderman game but after peter gets the symbiote he seems angry/aggressive. imagine that in gotham with a vigilante who refuses to kill villains that actively harm the city (and have a habit of breaking out of arkham/jail), it could be a motivation for them ultimately (not spiderman, get it?) becoming a vigilante with the symbiote & killing ppl n then have the batfam intervene. I have more idea’s/could go more indepth abt jt but i dont wanna clog ur inbox ^^

pls dont feel pressured to write anything for it :D i just wanted to share my idea bc no one in my circle has the same interests as me —🐙

Tysm! This means a lot to me!!! (I run on validation 🥺🥺)

Also YES I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOUR IDEA, I wouldn't mind if you sent something more in depth cuz honestly man that sounds amazing and it'll really help paint the picture! I'll see what I can write up when I have the time!!

Ps, I think the symbiote would have a fcking mukbang in gotham assuming reader has the "you can eat humans but only criminals" rule. Plus, can you imagine reader speaking with absolutely no filter like bully maguire or like the spiderman venom from the game 💀💀💀

[lara4eclipze]

hiii! I'm the one who sent that g!p dom sophia x fem!reader in a spiderman suit request

Like imagine reader is someone who is dresses in baggy/oversized clothes and the spiderman suit really and I mean REAALLY highlights her curves and a few more but yeah that.

AND care to involve a little bit of backshots(if yk what I mean)

Love all your other works xoxo

PS: can I be 🫢anon

Love you<3

STOP IT IM GONNA CRY THANKSS , and yes I will def be adding this to what I already wrote :)) welcome 🫢anon!!

[rikiws]

ot7!enha x spiderman-fem!reader

꩜ Turns out Spiderman isn't really spiderMAN...Tada! The power of nanotech and voice-modulators. But it was only you who knew that, it's your secret to keep, along with your identity, and nothing could change that. Unless... PS: I have absolutely no set schedule for making these so please be warned that this might take ages, school is crazy man

✰ 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲. neighbour!heeseung x spiderman-fem!reader┆

꩜ Your nosy neighbour loved snooping into your business. And you loathed it. Besides, you had a ton of secrets to keep, and there was no way you’d let him find that out. Well, tough news you see…he might have already known.

Release date : tbd

✰ 𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤. academic-rival!jungwon x spiderman-fem!reader┆

꩜ You were so awesome. Not only did you save the city every day, but you aced every exam your way too. How else would you have come up with that awesome web-shooter? Your life was great! Great, until that douchebag Jungwon decided that it was his life's goal to knock you down a few pegs. And things have never quite been the same since.

Release date : tbd

✰ 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐝, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. hallway-crush!sunghoon x spiderman-fem!reader┆

꩜ A literal prince, that’s what Sunghoon was to you. “Who?” That’s what you were to Sunghoon. Passing by each other down the halls, or sneaking little glances here and there at the cafeteria was all you knew about him- but you were smitten. That was until a little birdie told you that he was the ultimate Spiderman hater, and you were going to change his mind.

Release date : tbd

✰ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰. villain/side-kick!ni-ki x spiderman-fem!reader┆

꩜ Watch-out, there’s a new villain in town. Well, he wasn’t doing a ton of damage, but cleaning up a million eggs on the street is hard work, guys. It was now up to you now, the friendly neighbourhood Spiderman, to save Queens from a pesky prankster. Instead, you found yourself getting an evil-henchman.

Release date : tbd

✰ 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤. journalism-club!jay x spiderman-fem!reader┆

꩜ News Reporters were arguably the worst part of your job, Turns out, even your own high-school broadcasting club had it out for you. But that was okay, as long as it was that one really cute guy who was interviewing you, if you ever even found the courage to ask for his name.

Release date : tbd

✰ 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞. stark-intern!jake x spiderman-fem!reader┆

꩜ After the tragic moment where you lost your mask, only to walk straight into a boy from your class, Smarties-pants Sim Jaeyun from your Stark internship would NOT let you live in peace without trying to be your “guy in the chair”. And you can’t believe that you (begrudgingly) agreed.

Release date : tbd

✰ 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤. best-friend!sunoo x spiderman-fem!reader┆

꩜ This had to be on purpose or something. There was no way you ended up saving the same kid every time there was a villain around. And there was no way that he was now here, sitting a few columns away from you, dozing off in maths class, your literal ride-or-die best friend, Kim Sunoo. You seriously needed to teach him to stay out of trouble.

Release date : tbd

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[nochukoo97]

ooh, so excited for "ps. I love you"!! btw, can u pls write a jk x reader fic? I was thinking about the reader being a huge spiderman fan and jk giving her the "spiderman kiss". take ur time! <3

here it is!! ❤️ thank you for the req hehe

[plus-size-reader]

Spidey Sense

Fics of Fall 2022

Peter Parker x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2355 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Carving a Jack-o'-lantern with Peter for the first time, which doesn’t exactly go as planned.

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Peter felt it before he heard you.

Pain. 

It was dull and faded as quickly as it came but it was there, a slight tingle under his skin, which could only really mean one thing.

It was you. 

His spidey sense only really got like this when you needed help. It felt different, more intense somehow.

So, before he’d even had a chance to realize what was going on or to put any thought at all into what it could have been, Peter shot up, turning to find that the space normally occupied by you in his bed was empty.

Which, coupled with the panic pricking at the corners of all of his senses, was more than enough to worry him.

Under any normal circumstances, it might not have been that big of a deal. There were plenty of innocent explanations for something like that, but the two of you didn’t exactly live under normal circumstances. 

You lived in a world where nothing was certain, and nothing was safe.

So, as soon as he heard that crashing and clamoring coming from the kitchen once again, he was off. It didn’t matter what was going on or where you were, he wasn’t going to rest until he figured it out.

He couldn’t help it.

Peter was already a bit touchy where you were concerned, but this morning, his mind was racing, cooking up several haunting scenarios that all ended in you being maimed and murdered.

His steps were careful and quiet as he rounded the corner from his bedroom until he found you in the kitchen, his focus set on the sound of your heartbeat as he tried to plan his next move. 

Your breath was even, all things considered, but your pulse was quicker than he would have liked. 

It wasn’t until he heard a muffled curse from you that he dropped his guard and emerged from his hiding place, finally blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

“Y/N?” he called, pretty confident now that you were alone. If someone else were here, he would have been able to hear them or sense them in some capacity by this point. 

Because sometimes superpowers were awesome.

Not that your being alone in any way explained what you were doing this early in the morning, or why you were bleeding. 

The answer to which wasn’t anywhere near what he was expecting, on either count. 

You sighed at the sound of his voice, disappointed in yourself for waking him up. You had been trying to get this done before the sun came up, as a surprise, but obviously, it wasn’t going to work now.

Stupid pumpkin. 

“I’m here” 

Peter could hear how defeated you sounded from where he was, but it wasn’t until he switched on the overhead light that he understood why. 

You were sitting there, in the center of the kitchen floor, with a pumpkin resting between your thighs.

For some reason.

He didn’t even bother to keep the laughter that bubbled up in his throat at bay because it was so ridiculous. 

You had to be kidding.

“What are you doing?” he muttered, taking in the sight in front of him with a mild, albeit sleepy, gleam in his eyes.

He had just woken up, after all. 

“I wanted to carve this stupid pumpkin for you, but it’s not as easy as I thought it would be,” you explained, gesturing to the large orange pumpkin which was laying in a lake of its own guts and seeds. 

It always seemed so easy, but now that you were attempting the seasonal craft for yourself, you realized you couldn’t have been more wrong.

This was impossible. 

“And, what happened there?” Peter wondered, recalling the initial reason for his waking when he noticed a thin line of crimson red blood, actively dripping down from your palm onto your wrist. 

It instantly set those same alarms off in his head as the man you loved crossed the room to inspect the wound, more for himself than anything.

He had to make sure you were okay before even acknowledging the rest of it.

“I slipped and cut myself” you shrugged, letting him paw at you as he saw fit until he was content that you would be okay. 

The cut didn’t look too deep, or dangerous in any way, but that didn’t mean it hadn’t hurt.

He was sure it hurt.

There was silence between you for a moment as Peter busied himself cleaning up the cut as best he could with the corner of his tee shirt, which would surely be ruined after this point.

Not that he even seemed to mind. 

“How did you manage to cut your hand carving a pumpkin?” he wondered, what felt like forever, that familiar embarrassment returning to you all at once. 

This was what you got for dating an Avenger.

“I slipped,” you repeated, turning the gourd in your lap until he could see the face you’d begun to carve into it.

So far, you had managed to get one triangular eye mapped out, along with a small square nose, which was initially supposed to be another triangular.

You’d had to improve after narrowly cutting the tip of your pointer finger off. 

“This whole thing’s a bit more technical than I thought”

Peter laughed at that, this time letting himself get caught up in just how much he loved you. Of all the things that could have woken him up today, this was probably one of the most endearing. 

…and random. 

“Don’t laugh. I just wanted to be festive” you pouted, finally setting the knife down in defeat. Whatever it was you created this morning, it certainly didn’t look like any jack-o-lantern you’d ever seen. 

Still, Peter didn’t make fun of you. 

The end result of your effort was hilarious, but the care you’d put into it was real and it was obvious this mattered to you, so he wanted to help.

“I’m not laughing at you” Spiderman assured, that same gentle grin permanently affixed to his face that completely contradicted his point. 

He couldn’t help it.

You were just so cute. 

“Forget it. We don’t need a pumpkin anyway” you sighed again, a real frustration taking over now. You had really put everything you had into this, and having it go south so quickly had really put a damper on your mood. 

Thankfully, Peter wasn’t quite as easily discouraged as you were when it came to these things, mostly because he didn’t get to be. 

He had to be Spiderman, and that had changed quite a bit about him in everyday life too.

This wasn’t life or death for him like some of the things in his life were, and he didn’t have to put pressure on himself for it to be perfect. 

“I’ll tell you what…why don’t we get some breakfast, and get that cleaned up?” he suggested, vaguely gesturing to your hand until you gave it over so he could press a kiss to your knuckles. 

Then, before you could argue further, he hummed, filling the silence just enough to let you know he wasn’t finished. 

He knew you well enough to know that you weren’t just going to accept that.

“After that, we can figure this out together”

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After breakfast had been eaten and Peter had actually gotten a chance to wake up, you two finally sat down with pumpkins in mind. 

You were going to do this. 

Even if it took all day. 

“So, have you ever done this?” you questioned, sitting down with your partially mutilated pumpkin and a clean kitchen knife, along with a purple patterned bandage, courtesy of the man you loved.

The last thing he wanted was for you to cut yourself again, especially not for a seasonal craft. 

Peter grinned, thinking about all the Halloweens he’d celebrated thus far, and all the happy memories he had. 

Memories that had never included carving a jack-o-lantern like this one, “Like this? No, but how hard can it be?” 

“I don’t know, but usually when you ask that something bad happens” you shrugged, doing some recalling of your own, back to all the times you were talking about.

Your boyfriend laughed, rolling his eyes as he thought it over. You had a point this time, but this time, it wasn’t that serious. All the damage that could have been done already had been. 

“I’m pretty sure we can handle this, babe” Peter assured, confident that no matter what, this wasn’t a monumental task and even if it was, you could figure it out together. 

How hard could it be? 

“So, what do you want to do first?” 

There was silence from him for a split second as your partner twirled the pen in his hand around a few times, considering what he wanted to do with what you’d given him. 

It was still a pretty blank canvas, and if anything, you’d given him more room to make something that was just a touch creepy. 

It was going to be so cool.

“I think you take this marker and draw a face on him, so we don’t just stab without any direction” he allowed, unscrewing the cap and handing it over to you so that you could outline a comical doodle on the face of the pumpkin. 

Peter had only watched Aunt May do this once or twice as a kid, but it seemed simple enough, especially considering all the things you two had done together thus far.

It should be simple, and it was. 

All you had to do was do it together. 

“What do you think? Like this?” you hummed, both you and Peter cocking your heads to the side just to survey your work from another angle. 

It was pretty good. 

Really good. 

“That’s perfect, just like you” came your boyfriend’s confident reply, a gentle peck falling on the side of your face. 

He loved you so damn much.

“Then, I think we just carve the inside of the shapes out” he continued, watching as you plucked the knife off the floor and set off on a mission to do just that, only for Peter to intercept you at the last second. 

“I think I’ll do this part if you don’t mind” 

It briefly crossed your mind to argue with this whole thing being a surprise and all, but after giving it another second thought, you realized what he must have been thinking and nodded.

There were only so many things one person could handle this early in the morning. 

Besides, if he cut himself doing this like this, it would heal far quicker than it would for you. 

You grinned, that same smile on your face that you hadn’t been able to push down since you came up with this idea in the first place. 

It was just so seasonal and fun. 

Peter was quiet as he focused, his attention mostly poised on the task at hand as he removed chunks and slivers of rind until finally, it was done. 

Once he’d decided it was exactly what he wanted, the man in question showed off his craftsmanship with a wide grin to match your own. 

It would be a lie to say that he didn’t get why people did this. 

It was fun. 

In fact, Peter was sure that this was, by far, the best idea you had ever had.

You hummed in approval, you should have known his steady hands would lend themselves well to a task like this. “Just like that, I believe we carved our very own pumpkin” 

“Now, all that’s left to do is find some candles and set it outside” Peter decided, immediately getting up to find where the two of you had left the candles last.

All of this was for nothing if you couldn’t put it out on display for the neighborhood.

So, that’s exactly what you did. 

Ignoring the cold chill of the biting fall air, you and Peter huddled around your pumpkin on the porch, watching as the candle he’d lit within it danced under the influence of the wind.

It was perfect.

The edges were a little crooked and one of the eyes was a little smaller than the other but considering how it came to be like that, you wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

“What do you think?” he hummed, reaching out to take your hand in his own as he admired the work you’d done together. 

It was pretty cute. 

You giggled, swinging your hands between you, “I think that I have the greatest boyfriend there’s ever been” 

“So, I’m curious, why didn’t you just get me up before you started opening it up?” Peter wondered, wrapping you up in his arms mindlessly from where he stood, and pulling you into his body.

It was so goofy. 

You knew that now, seeing how it went, but you also knew that he wasn’t going to make fun of you for this. 

In all the years that you’d known him, Peter had never made fun of you for anything. 

“I thought it would be a cute surprise” 

At your admission, Peter just shrugged again, recalling all the slamming and banging that had met him as soon as he opened his eyes “I don’t know. You weren’t exactly quiet” 

He had a point there. 

Not that you’d ever admit that to him now. 

“In my defense, I really didn’t think you’d wake up” you laughed, well aware of the exact reason you’d made the decision you had.

Peter had always been notoriously hard to wake up. 

For as long as you’d known him. 

Even given what you’d all taken to calling his spidey sense, he slept like a rock and it was hard to rouse him from that. Though, clearly, relying on that this morning had been a mistake. 

“Well, next time, why don’t we just sleep in and learn new things together” he grinned, wiping away a bit of pumpkin that had somehow ended up on your chin at some point during the whole exchange. 

“Sounds like a plan” 

[jin0]

Fucking The Silence Out Of You [TASM!Peter Parker]

Summary : Peter and you get in a fight, he said something insensitive and regrets it. You being you, you walk off and ignore him for a while. Peter cannot handle not having you around, and sometimes (not every time) he'll get desperate enough to fuck the silence out of you.

Pairing : TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Warning : 18+ Only, Minors DNI, smut, manhandling, breaking in (peter's on some illegal shit), angst, shower sex, kinda dub-con if you squint, dom!peter, kinda sub!reader, unhinged/desperate!peter, groveling i guess ???, titty worshipping, cum play, fingering, kinda angry sex/punishment sex

A/N : and im back at it again with a weird mix of angst and smut and a little fluff here and there i guess ?? yeah, hope y'all enjoy this one

(ps : thanks so much to the anon who suggested this, really you're a little genius !!!)

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You and Peter, the Sun and the Moon in whichever order your chose and depending entirely on your moods and the way the other reacted to it. You two were complementary to each other, necessary to have one if you wanted to understand the other. You were two pieces of the same soul, suffering and loving together. Separating you was both useless and painful, practically impossible to do.

But sometimes, the best thing to do is to separate for a while to give each other time. And Peter, was never good with that. He searched for you every time you left him, his body instantly feeling your absence. So when you were the one to voluntarily stay away, it was obvious that he'd come knocking on your door. Knocking until you let him in, or he let himself in.

~

When you got to meet Peter for the first time, you couldn’t help but think that this dude was absolutely fucking crazy. You were what people would call a demi-god, born of two human parents but an ancestral gene avoided by at least five generations before falling on your tiny baby shoulders. You’d grown with the usual powers, super strength, speed that could rival a sports car, you toped it off with the agility of a godly Olympic gymnast and other attributes that never ceased to amaze the people.

Your boyfriend was this first amazed, proving you how cool you were from the day he met you. You remembered how after helping Spiderman save the city, you’d try to fly away but the man followed you closely. When you finally managed to get back to your apartment safety, you turned around to find him looking you up and down frantically. He had someone like him, finally.

The rest was history but you’d never stop smiling at the memory of him rushing to you and inspecting your hands to see what device you used to fight. When you’d told him you could do that without a device, he stood in silence for a few minutes before exploding in laughter. He tried to figure out a way to scientifically explain you but struggled, which made you laugh harder. You should’ve been worried, trying to get rid of him after erasing him memories of you. Instead, you felt comfortable around this random stranger who ended up taking his mask pretty quickly after.

It was when you shook his hand, staring into his big brown eyes while he stared into yours, that you figured it out. You were in love for this man. And he was in live for you too. You both loved each other so much that for a long while, he friendship went as smoothly as anything could ever go and it was easy to switch to a romantic relationship. It went just as smoothly, conversation and love guiding the both of you with any issue.

It was good, so good, you felt like it would go along forever. And with how long it did, it was a good beginning. But things weren’t meant to always go perfectly right ? They were never meant to go on forever without a few stones standing in the way.

~

“Eh ! Eh, don’t walk away from me ! I’m not done taking to you !”

This was more than a few stones. This was a whole bolder, one that had started with you. You didn’t be care for now though, you didn’t care about much, too angry to care.

You kept walking, fast and as far as possible from him. You were fast, really fast and your mood was making it worst. You could hear him call you and try to grab your wrist each time he got close enough to feel the burning rage that warmed your body. You might’ve been a little more than simply angry, rightfully so.

Stomping forward, you ignored the curious looks and whispers that followed. Spiderman himself was chasing you, not swinging but walking and apologizing to everyone he bumped into by mistake. He saw his apartment building come into view and decided to use of his capacities to catch you by surprise.

You were still stomping when you entered his apartment building. Climbing the stairs to reach his apartment, you felt his missing presence but didn’t think anything of it. When you did it was a problem anyways. You barely opened the door that you were pulled inside and pinned against it when it closed.

“What the fuck is your problem ?!” Snarled the masked spider, staring straight at you with visible anger.

You narrowed your eyes in defiance and pushed him away from you. You were about to leave when he pulled you back by the wrists.

“You’re not walking away from me again. I fucking swear, I’ll web you to the fucking wall if I have to.”

“Oh whoa, lucky me ! It’ll be my second time tonight. Give me a third and I’ll genuinely start thinking that you see me as the enemy more than your partner.” You spat back, smiling condescendingly.

You try to step away from him, pushing him as gently as you could while being this angry, but he blocks you again, his hold on your forearms tightening into a practically painful grip. You inhale a sharp breath, feeling the anger get dangerously close to rage. You could get him off of you, that you definitely could and it wouldn’t be the first time you did. You were strong enough to be his partner after all, the thing is, you refused to hurt him, even if you did want to step on his foot right now. He was being difficult and that was tickling that petty part of you.

“Peter, get your hands off of me before I make you get off.” You threatened, your voice deep and commanding. That did catch him off guard, only showing it briefly before switching to his own petty side.

“So you’re threatening me now ? What’s it gonna be next, tackling me to the fucking floor ? Since you can’t fucking control yourself.”

“I’m the one who can’t control myself ?!" You exclaimed, anger rising at his comment. "You’re a fucking dick Peter ! You’re the one who webbed me to a fucking car ! What the fuck is this ?! Who the fuck do you think I am ?! Your fucking child ?!”

“Well you fucking behave like one !” He let go of you to swing his arms in the air which gave you a chance to step away and turn back to your things. You weren’t going to stay here but a part of you wanted to give you both the chance to actually talk instead of simply just fighting until you were to tired to keep going and would apologize out of exhaustion.

“Oh ? I act like a child ? How do I fucking act like a child Peter ?! Tell me how I behave like a fucking toddler ?!”

You’d let go of your things as soon as he compared you to an infant. The last thing you wanted was to be compared to a child when you were a grown woman capable of protecting and taking care of herself. Also, you wouldn’t take it from the man refusing the sleep if you weren’t around.

The moment you stepped up to him, walking right into his personal space and defying his judgment, he couldn’t help but feel the tingles that went from his heart straight to his bulge. He had always loved that feisty part of you and it did things to his self control that would have anyone hunched over trying to hide their arousal but failing miserably. You brought out the worst kinds of sexual desires when you were angry and he often made it worst by laughing at you, trying to keep himself from kissing your breath away. Right now was one of those situations but with a twist, he was angry too and wouldn’t let his fucking horny side ruin his point.

“You want me to tell you how you act like a fucking child ? Look at how you’re behaving right now Bunny. You’re gonna look at me in the eyes and tell me you’re not being a fucking spoiled brat ?” He chuckled in your face, which had you fuming.

You glared at him, backing away from him before you slapped him across that beautiful face of his.

“You’re calling me a fucking spoiled brat because I saved you from getting run over by a fucking train ? That’s what I’m understanding ?”

“Saving me ? You call jumping in front a moving train saving me ?” He queried, looking at you with fake curiosity.

“Are you really going to ignore the fact that I got us both out of the way ? You’re angry to the point of ignoring the main part of this stupid fight ?” You were slowly getting back to your previous state of anger, your voice getting louder.

“You see ?! You think this is stupid, you’re being childish and ignoring the fact that you could’ve got yourself fucking killed !” He responded, pointing his finger at you. You sigh, rubbing your face in desperation, this was going to get long.

“So if I’m understanding your logic correctly, you wanted me to let you get hit by a fucking train because I could get hurt ?! Are you fucking serious ?! You want me to avoid danger as if the whole point of being a vigilante wasn’t the possibility of danger to protect others ? And you blame me for putting my life in a possible danger when you do it every fucking day for others and me ?!”

“But you’re not protecting anyone ! You’re not protecting anyone, not even yourself ! And I have to fucking do that for you because you’re fucking reckless !”

This last one sent a wave of silence rushing through the room. The sound of his heavy breathing soon faded and was quickly replaced by this awkward silence and the violent realization of what he had just said. The guilt was quick to take over, rapidly replacing the anger he felt a few seconds ago. His words resonated in his head, tiny voices slowly getting louder and screaming about how stupid he was. He had fucked up and he could see it in your face.

This expression you were wearing, that one was killing him. He’d seen it before, the one you had when you felt like you had failed, like your efforts were useless and like you should’ve just stayed in your corner. He hated that face and was the first one to silently threaten whoever made you feel this way. Right now, he was the one to make you feel this way and he was already beating himself for it.

He’d just scream in your face that you weren’t protecting anyone, your biggest insecurity and he’d thrown it in your face. You had been scared of not being able to truly protect others and here he was, using it out of anger. He was a dick, and he could see it.

Looking at your face, he could see the anger dissipate and be replaced by sadness before switching to nothing. And that was the worst, the emotionless part that you used when you didn’t want to show that you were upset. He did this and it was biting him in the face as karmic punishment.

“Bunn-“ He cut himself off when he saw you turn away from him to grab your things. No, no, no this wasn’t good, no ! You were not going to leave, not before he could make this right. He refused to let you go before he could explain himself or simply apologize profusely.

When you grabbed you bad with your day clothes in it, he was quick to reach for you wrist and rip the bad out of your hands.

“No, please Bunny look at me.” He pleaded, trying to grab your attention. You went out of your way to avoid his eyes and he was slowly starting to get more and more agitated. “Please, look at me, please ! I didn’t lean it, Bunny ! Let me explain myself before you leave, please !”

You turned to finally face him, and maybe he would’ve rather you not look at him. You looked completely different, looking at him as if he was a complete stranger, someone you didn’t know. He shook his head, grabbing your shoulders to keep you from walking away. You were ready to leave and his sweaty hands were finally showing the possible gravity of his words and behavior since earlier.

You pushed him away, hard enough for him to let go of you, which had him shuffling back, trying to not trip over his own feet. You ignored him and turned to walk towards the door.

“Bunny, please !” In a last resort cause, he webbed his door, managing to push it closed before rushing to you. He grabbed your face to have you look into his eyes. “Don’t leave angry ! You’re not leaving angry, we’re not separating on this, not until we fix this.”

You looked up, smiling sadly, you hand going up to his and taking it off your face to hold it tightly.

“No need. There’s no fight. You don’t fight with children, do you Peter ? You scold them, and you teach them better. Or at least in your case, you make sure they understand that they’re not doing anything useful and you’re burdened with having to make sure they don’t die without you. That’s what you just did, because you treat me like the child I am.”

And it was with these soft last words that you left him, the man standing in his doorway, stunned and rethinking the whole fight. Feeling drained, he closed his door and slid down the wooden board, running his hands over his face. Fucking great, Peter. Way to fucking go. He’d be lucky if he wasn’t single after that.

~

He knew you were upset, he’d said hurtful things and he deserved what he got. But fuck was it painful to not have you around. He genuinely couldn’t feel worse but every time, he felt himself sink lower and lower, he missed you terribly.

It had been two weeks since the fight and in these two weeks, Peter had the time to reflect how utterly stupid he had been. When he thought about it, he has been a hypocrite to be lad at you for jumping in front of danger for him as if he did not do it for you at the smallest things. He could even remember jumping in front of you when a kitten had jumped to rest on your shoulder. It was instinctive to protect you, because he loved you and that’s what people who loved each other did. He protected you and you protected him, that was what you did for each other.

You had been gone for two weeks and these two weeks had been the worst weeks of his life, every day feeling more dull than the previous one. You were a ray of sunshine to him and he’d pushed the sun away by being an idiot and hurting you. You always went out of your way to understand his points and not debate him, privileging discussions and honesty. The one time he had to return the favor, he didn’t, acting on his emotions and fear of you getting seriously hurt and letting it ruin everything. Anger was a bitch.

In these two weeks, he’d spend every day waiting in front of you door, in your apartment building and on campus. He waited for you everywhere, waiting for you to give him a chance to speak. All he got was the silent, treatment and his texts left on read. Everything he tried was met with this wall of silence that he couldn’t take anymore.

He’d been doing everything to get you to talk to him, even going as far as talking to the press and asking you questions. He put you on the spot, which was a shitty move but he was desperate. Now, it always ended with you leaving the scene without even looking at him. The public had soon started mocking him, spreading the news that Spiderman was in the doghouse. It made them laugh but not him, he was the one suffering it. Something about being the butt of the joke probably.

Over this two weeks, he’d been deprived of you entirely, loosing your warmth and the fuel you brought to his heart. He deserved it but it was ruining him a little more each passing hour. Your absence was breaking him, and it was only worsened by the fact that he knew where you lived and went to the same college as you did. You were so close yet so far, within reach but also impossible to grab. You were taking very cautious measures to make him suffer and it was working, he was suffering, a whole lot.

He knew he had reached his breaking point this morning. He couldn’t sleep without you so he decided to swing by your apartment to see if your window was open this time. The night was hot and you slept with your window open in this weather. Except, this time, your window had been closed and locked. Looking into your apartment, you had bought a fucking fan.

Looking through another window, he could see your door. The locks were different, you changed fucking locks !? Was this why he couldn’t open you apartment ? He knew he needed to give you space but this was going so far, the idea that maybe he had lost you for good was starting to become a little more realistic.

His desperation was rapidly toped with anger. You were shutting him out from you life, slowly erasing yourself and that was not going to happen. He was not going to let you walk away from his apartment angry and was definitely not going to let you walk away from him life all together. He was a fighter and he would fight for you, tooth and nails.

~

Maybe changing your locks had been too much, maybe you were being dramatic. But in your defense, you really needed to get new locks and you also didn’t want to let Peter in. You were simply killing two birds with one stone.

You could’ve talked it through, but you felt like it was better to simply walk away this time. Your mind was telling you that this was the best thing to do for now. You’d felt that night, after his words, like you were a burden to him, like you were forcing him to protect you, pushing more stress on him and that was the last thing you wanted. You wanted to help and protect like he did, he you had the capacity to do so. You knew you did and you would never let them go to waste, which is why you kept working to help the citizens of New York.

What you’d stopped doing was communicating with Peter. You would help him if it was needed and if he asked but you couldn’t allow yourself to bother him more than you were already doing. He loved you, you would never doubt it but if he forced himself to take care of you, you would be the one to stop him from doing so. And that started by protecting yourself better with new locks to your door. You might’ve been a protector for this town but no one would protect your things if you were to get robbed. That was adulting, and you would try your best not to fuck it up.

Today had been fantastically dull, Peter’s absence felt a little more than usually. You’d forced yourself to step away and give him space but god was it hard when you were head over heels for the man. He was everything to you and not having him around was hurting more than it should’ve. Now, you wouldn’t deny the fact that you were also being a little petty by not giving him anything. He had upset you he deserved the silent treatment at least.

Going back to your apartment, you felt your entire body being crushed by the weight of the different activities from the week. You were exhausted physically and mentally, which could be fixed with a good shower. You quickly stripped off of you clothes and jump in the cabin, letting the water cover you whole and drown the sound of someone pounding on your door.

Because yes, obviously he was going to show up. He needed to see you, desperately, and this time, he wouldn’t let your silence go on any further. You would talk to him, and that was final.

“Bunny, I swear if you don’t open this fucking door, I’m climbing through your window !” He screamed, not caring about the potential prying ears, curious about the events going on in the hallway.

When you kept silent, he sigh, the anger speaking for him. Well, he had asked for your permission. He backed up slightly, checking both sides before webbing the doorknob and pulling the door towards him before kicking it open. He watched the chain of your door fall to the floor and smirked, fuck your knew locks. He did fell slightly guilty and reminded himself internally to fix them for you after. For now, he simply webbed the door shut, to prevent anyone from opening or seeing what was going on inside.

Walking through your place, he called out your name but again, was met with silence. He only got more and more amused but also annoyed. You were being your petty little self, the one he loved more than anything and right now, he couldn’t control the reactions your silence brought to him. He was majorly angry still and definitely worried but also very turned on by how far you were ready to go to prove a point.

You had him groveling at your feet and you loved it, so did he. He would get on his knees for less and those situations often ended with you naked and your thighs spread open. This was the kind of situation he thought about when he thought about you angry at him and the fact that you’d prevented him from seeing you or hearing you for two weeks did do a number on his sex drive.

Walking to your bedroom, he heard the sound of the water running. You were in there, vulnerable and alone. There was nowhere to run if he cornered you. He was extremely tempted and way past the point of rationality. He went in.

When you heard the sound of your door slamming open, you started panicking, ready to kill whoever it was that was breaking into your apartment. When you saw your boyfriend, your eyes doubled in size.

“What the fuck Peter ?! How the fuck did you get in my apartment ?! What the fuck are you doing here ?!”

“Oh so now you can talk to me ? That’s nice. Sucks that it took me breaking in for you to speak.”

The man let his eyes wander around your naked, glistening body, licking his lips in anticipation. You wanted to be silent ? He’d see how long you could last with what he had in mind for you. He’d make you be so loud, the entire building would hear you, and he’d have your sweet, sweet voice engraved in his eardrums.

Tilting you head to the side, you kept yourself from smiling too visibly. You could see the restraint fade on his face, the man who used to bed on your doorstep long gone. The man in front of you, taking off his shoes and shirt in a hurry was desperate for you, his eyes lingering on your exposed breasts as the water kept pouring over your body. He was weak and ready to do unspeakable things to you.

His eyes devoured you, roaming shamelessly up and down the parts of you he knew he would need in his mouth and the ones he would cover in cum to mark you as his. Peter was understanding and sweet and loving in every aspect of life, but you had this way of bringing out this side of him that would take pure pleasure in ruining you as much as possible. He’d dominate you without intentionally wanting it, simply expressing how much he needed you. And one thing Peter was extremely good at, was needing you.

He’d crave you even when you were right beside him, his body pulled towards yours and itching to feel your skin on his, itching to have your nails scratch his knuckles or his scalp, itching to feel the pad of your fingers on his chest. He needed you as much as one would need air, you were his oxygen, he needed you to live and would do everything in his pour to get his fill. He could very much be compared to an addict and would proudly carry the name if it meant having you by his side.

You should’ve known he’d be loosing it soon, noticing his shape through the window at night. You noticed him everywhere he was and heard him call your name. When it went from a soft plea to an order, you’d noticed it all, it was easy to do, your body craved him too. You could barely process how you went so long without him, internally praising your pettiness for the lengths it could take you to.

Having his presence, burning like fire and invading your lungs, you could see him shed his sweet and awkward persona to be what he kept behind closed doors or behind a red and blue mask. He kept it for you and you only, because it was yours, you had made it, molding this side of his personality with care and attention. He was the Hunter and you were the fox toying with him. He called you Bunny but you were closer to a fox sometimes, a perfect mix between soft and mischievous. You’d bounce one his lap, begging for him to kiss you but you’d also drop to your knees and watch him melt in your mouth and on your hands before letting him do what he craved so badly.

As soon as his shirt hit the floor, he was quick to slide the glass door open and reach inside to pull you towards him by the neck. Letting his jeans be soaked by the water, he smirked when he caught a quick wave of sweetness run through his nose. The sweet scent of your core, aching for him to fuck the silence out of you. Oh, eager could barely cover how you felt. You were buzzing in excitement, forgetting your anger from the previous days.

You arched your back and brought your hands to his naked chest as soon as his strong hands grabbed your neck and pulled you to him with force. He was holding your nape tight and pushed his face towards yours, lips puckering before covering yours in a passionate kiss. His fingers rubbed your veins and the bone of your jaw, managing to pull a little moan out of you and part your soft lips open. His tongue in your mouth, he smiled, licking the inside of it and feeding on your sweet whimpers.

He was suffocating your with his mouth, the kiss so messy, you could barely distinguish the drool that would drip out the corner of your lips and the hot water falling above you. You were loosing focus, the heat too high for you to handle already and the strength of his hand on the back of your head making you feel small and vulnerable. His lips were biting and pulling on yours, never satisfied enough and needing to fully feel your taste on his tongue.

He kept pulling you towards him, his body rubbing against yours in sync with him swollen lips on yours. Both of you were losing oxygen and feeling a little stinging sensation take over your flesh. When he pulled away, a line of saliva followed but was cute by his tongue licking his bottom lip. He smirked, kissing you once more and running his tongue over you lips before fully pulling away to look at the mess he had turned you in.

“Look at you… Already fucking desperate for me to fuck you… When you kept me away for two fucking weeks…”

You couldn’t respond, too mesmerized by the deepness of his voice as you felt it resonate from your head to your pussy and make it pulsate violently. You blinked slowly, still in awe, eyes staring at his face and taking in his hard features. He looked about ready to do nasty things to you, and you were ready to take it all. You clenched your thighs together, which caught his attention. He looked down on your lower stomach and smiled, he would see your juices pour out of you to coat your inner thighs.

He softly dove down onto your neck and rubbed his nose into your skin while your own hands lowered from his chest to pull at the waist band of his jeans. You shuffled with the zipper for a few seconds before he grabs your wrists together and pins them to the wall, above you. When you inhale a sharp breath in surprise, he smiles.

He watched your chest move up and down, in sync with your breathing. You tits, so soft and supple were calling for him, screaming and crying for attention. God, he’d missed them desperately in the last two weeks. He wasted no time to leave your neck to hoist you up and bring them to the perfect level for them to be facing him. He rubbed his face between them, kissing the inside of your breasts and rubbing his nose on your bust. He looked up at you and in this moment, he felt like you were a goddess being worshipped by a mortal man in desperate need for you. Your beautiful eyes were laid on his, staring at him as he nuzzled into you.

His mouth latched onto your nipples, sucking them in vigorously. He let go of your nape and your waist, keeping you up with his hips and digging the tip of his cock into your heat. You could feel it all through the wet fabric of his pants, the throbbing of his cock as it tried to spring free to find refuge in you. He wanted to be inside you but first would need to taste you more.

“F-Fuck… Peter… Baby, calm down…” You moaned, feeling his teeth bite on your nipple before going back to sucking.

He chuckled against your breast before letting it go to latch on the other. His hands were never inactive, his fingers circling around the areolas tenderly and ripping shivers of pleasure out of you on top of your needy moans.

He hummed around your skin, his hands palming and kneading your flesh like dough. He was being rough and tender all at one, bringing you to this in-between state that had you crying for more. He was turning you upside down, making you as loud as he could and he loved you. He had every intention of fucking the silence out of you after all.

When his mouth detached from your chest, he kept on grinding his cock into you and molding your breasts, fingers still playing with the nipples. His brown eyes were hooded and dripping in lust but never left you. They were fixated on you, like stuck on your beautiful face and how it would be marked by the pleasure only he could give you.

“You feel this Bunny ? You feel how hard my cock gets for you ? You can feel it huh ? Throbbing like a fucking teenager because I can’t live without you ? Nothing does this to me, only you and your sweet voice…” He groaned into your ear.

Letting go of one of your tits, he reached for the hot water, turning it off completely and replacing it with cold water. You should’ve been freezing but you weren’t, the shared body heat sufficient to keep you warm.

His lips were quick to find yours again before they moved down your neck and shoulders. He bit and sucked on your flesh, the sweet, honey like taste of your skin lingering on his tongue and engraving itself on his taste buds. Your own hips started moving, rubbing your wetness over his bulge and pushing yourself lower on his to feel him deeper.

“P-Peter… Baby please… Please, m-more…” You breathed out, needing to feel him split you in two. You didn’t care about your anger and your initial fight, you just needed him and he knew that, more than anyone. His senses picking up on your arousal and on how much slick you were dripping on him.

“You wanna beg now Bunny ? Let me hear your voice a little more before…” He smirked, bringing his hands low and pushing two fingers into your folds to gather your juice and taste it.

You were as sweet as a pint of sugar, so much so that he could feel the cavity already forming in his mouth. He tasted you before but these two weeks brought a new height of desperation in him. He needed to taste you all over again. To awaken everything that went silent the moment you crossed the door on your way out of his apartment. He brought his hands back to your folds and starting toying with your clit, swollen and in desperate need of attention. He rubbed his thumb over it, grazing it softly and shushing you when you let out a cry of pleasure.

He wanted to coo at you, feeling whiplash at the contrast between the cold girl you were to him previously but the sweet and needy girl he was grinding his cock into right now. He loved both and would get on his knees for both, but this one, he would pamper and spoil rotten, because she was his good girl, his princess, his Bunny, and she’d get everything from him. Just not now, right now she needed to be punished just a little. Because despite grinding into him like this, you were biting your lips as hard as you could to keep him from hearing you moans out his name.

“You still find it in you to be silent huh ? Still wanna be a brat ? Fine, let’s see how long you can last while I fuck the silence out of you.” He grunted, lips pressed to your ear as his thumb pressed on your sensitive bud and ripped a cry of pleasure out of your throat. “That’s what I fucking thought.”

Turning the water off, he suddenly hoisted you up, properly wrapping your soft thighs around his waist before pushing his bulge into your clenching cunt. He would ruin that poor little hole and turn you into a mess equally as bad as he’d been because of you.

While one of his hands came to grab your ass and keep you up, he put the other to work and opened his pants to let them drop to the floor in a loud tud. Slipping his feet out and kicking the dripping piece of fabric out of the cabin, he let his hand wander back to your neck, grabbing it roughly and pulling you for a kiss that would leave you crying for more. His tongue roaming into your mouth and exploring you thoroughly, you tried to pull away, muttering his name softly each time you had an opening. You laid you hands on his chest, thinking of pushing him away to breath and to win this fight, but he was a good player and you were melting into his hands. He would reach for you every time you would back up and would grunt in your mouth for you to stay still or to speak and tell him clearly what you wanted.

You felt your warm walls throb at each order he’d give you, dominating both your body and your mind. Without thinking, you had been pushing your pelvis towards his member, trying to feel the bulbous head of his cock poke at your entrance and give you slight relief. You were moaning and whining into his mouth, your sweet sound resonating through your bodies and sending shivers down your spine.

You bit back a loud desperate sound of pleasure when he probed at your entrance with his fingers and his cock all at once. The two brought you higher than what you’d experienced before, your walls parting wide for the man you love. He kept your neck held tightly in his grip, his fingers holding your head still and guiding your every move.

The sound of your whines and soft pleas was intoxicating, each one of them going from your loth to his and falling straight into his aching cock. He pulled away from you, kissing your lips repeatedly in small tender kisses. He would gladly spend more time tasting your swollen lips greedily, but he could feel him close to cumming without touching you and he was on a very important mission.

Pushing the tip of his cock into you, he rubbed it up and down, pulling out each time you’d move to have him entirely inside you. He coated your folds and the with the pearly droplets of cum gathering on the small on his tip. His hands left the back if your neck to hold your jaw open, preventing you from keeping in your sounds.

“Feel that Bunny ? Feel the tip of my cock ? If you were good, I’d give you the whole thing... Fuck… Yeah… I’d give you… All I have… If you were good… You want it don’t you ? Tell me you want it Bunny…” He groaned in your mouth, licking the inside and kissing you feverishly.

You felt his tip leave you to lay heavily on your clit, Peter guiding his member to rub on your clit and take the sounds he’d been craving from you.

“A-Anh… F-Fuck… Peter… P-Peter please… I’m begging you please… I’m sorry, b-baby please…” You cried out, feeling your swollen bud about to explode, your walls fluttering violently and tearing down your restraint. “Oh, fuck ! Baby, please ! Please Peter, please, please, p-please !”

Shoving two fingers in your mouth to lay them flat on your tongue and open your mouth wider, he nodded slowly, praising you softly for being good. He knew you’d fold, he knew what cards to play. You were his good girl, he had said it before. You would always do your best, you craved his praises as much as he craved you. Your greedy cunt was doing all the thinking for you, begging for more, begging for him to invade her and turn you into a stupid mess of cum and loud chants of his name.

“You were so mean to me Bunny… So, so fucking mean… Now look at you… Can barely think without my cock telling you what to think… That pretty little head’s all empty, ain’t it ?”

He was about ready to cum right here, right now when you mindlessly nodded, ready to do whatever he wanted from you in hope if getting properly filled up. You’d scream his name as much as he desired if it meant getting his load in every hole of your body. All this, he knew it all to well, which is why he didn’t make you wait any longer. Parting your open with his fingers and swallowing back a moan when you kept nodding like a bobble head, leaning back enough to see how your pussy would swallow him whole. Your tits in full view, you pulled him toward your chest when his long shaft split you open. God, you’d missed him so much, so, so much. He was barely in, a quarter of his cock inside you, that you already felt full. Pulling back, he shoved himself deep in you in one rough thrust. He was fully in you, the tip of his cock rubbing against your cervix.

“Oooh, fuck… Feel… F-Feel so good… So good P-Please… Gimme more… Just a little…” You mewled, voice slurred, drunk off of the feeling of his member invading you so deeply. You were properly cockdrunk, just like he wanted.

Just like he would usually do, he kissed the side of your neck and face to bring you back down to Earth. He wanted you as rational as you could be before fucking you. That’s how he enjoyed breaking you down into tiny pieces. Each and every one of them, as desperate as the next for his attention. That Peter wanted you desperate for him.

He caressed you jaw softly when you let out a cry of displeasure as he pulled out. To not upset you further, he pushed himself back into your warm walls, hands tightening around your thighs. He had waited long enough to feel his high get closer and closer. He was going to cum soon and needed you to give him at least one orgasm first. Seeing you role your hips on him, he knew it would be an easy task.

“Fuck Bunny… So wet but I still feel like I’m about to break you…” He groaned, kissing the crook of your neck to call himself down.

He let go of one of your thighs to start his attack on your pliant body. His long fingers caressed your stomach, pressing into it when he felt his own cock under your skin. When you felt his thumb run closer to your clit again, you started squirming, too sensitive to take whatever he had in mind. Now, you knew you were being punished, Peter couldn’t handle not hearing from you or simply hearing you. You’d brought this on yourself and you would take what he was doing without whining.

His hips started moving in and out of your swollen cunt, gaining a rapid and rough pace that had your cries of pleasure resonating inside the small bathroom. Eyes blown wide and vision blurred by the tears, you could only hold onto him as he fuck you deep. His cock was hitting your pelvis hard enough to have you feeling him everywhere inside you. Your nails were gripping tightly on his flesh, lashing deep marks all over his back. Your entire body was shaking at the rhythm he chose for you. You couldn’t hold yourself together, only take as he broke you down.

His thumb never left your sensitive bud, rubbing circles around it as the head of his cock plowed into your cervix. You cried louder when in a swift move, practically impossible to notice, he changed the position just enough to strike into your deepest part. You completely forgot your earlier plans, wailing his name for whoever could hear to do so.

That was what Peter Parker did when he couldn’t hear your voice. He’d fuck the silent treatment out of you if his excuses and pleading wasn’t enough. And you, little fox that you were, would sometimes find it amusing to push him when you had forgiven him long ago. You would do anything to get the dominant side out, the version that would have you obey his cock’s every command. What could you say ? You liked being turned into his brainless cockdrunk Bunny.

“Oh, God ! Peter, fuck ! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck ! Oh please, don’t stop ! R-Right there Baby please ! S-So… So good !” You screamed into his ear when you got close to your end.

“G-Good… Good girl… Give me more sounds Baby, be as loud as you want…” He praised, rubbing you clit just the right way.

A wave of white covered your face, blinding you as you felt your insides explode all over him. Your cum rushed down his shaft, drowning him in your sweet juices. He followed quickly, assaulting your recovering mind before you could come down. His cum shot out, warming your walls into a big lava like sensation. Feeling his seed spread in you drove your brain down the deepest, darkest corner of stupidity it has ever been in. Your entire body, in this very instant, knew only one thing : him. Your entire being, each and every cell in sync, screamed for him to fill you up more.

“F-Fuck ! P-Peter, Aaaah… P-Peter, Peter, Peter…” You sobbed, tightening your arms around his neck and biting softly on his shoulder. Your nails were still digging into his back, needing to ground you to something, or someone.

Your body kept rocking against his, soft thrust pushing his cum deeper into you. You were still moaning his name, your nose rubbing against his jaw and inhaling his scent. He wanted you stupid and moaning his name, keeping you as loud as possible ? Well that’s exactly what you gave him. He couldn’t help but be proud of you, his Bunny outdid herself. You truly were a good girl.

“See Bunny, that’s what you get for ignoring me.” He smiled softly, his lips pressed on your forehead. His hand went up to your nape, grabbing it tightly and pulling you closer to him. His thumb went up to your neck, grazing it softly. You swallowed hard, anticipating his next love and feeling the slick rush out of your messy folds. “Let’s see how loud you can really get, okay ? I’ll apologize to your neighbors later.”

The moment his lips kissed your temple in one last caring and loving motion, you knew you’d be in for a long night.

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And you weren’t wrong to think so, your hips bruised from the firm grip he held on them as he bounced you on top of his warm cock. The physical strength given by the spider bite proved your poor exhausted body how far this man could go simply to hear the sound of your voice resonate in his eardrums, even in a very painful way when you’d scream his name loud enough of bite his skin to muffle your sounds.

You had both finished a while ago but you kept your arms locked in place, the body of your boyfriend stuck in place, against you. There was worse places and positions to be stuck in. This one wasn’t one of them, far from it actually.

“Bunny, I’m gonna lay us ok the bed okay ? I’m not going anywhere, we’re cleaning up when you feel better, that okay with you ?” He asked softly, waiting for your greenlight to move you both.

When you nodded silently, he was smooth and gentle in his actions. He delicately placed your head on the pillows, quickly throwing away the ones who’d been soaked by your bodies. You’d been smart to rip away the covers to drop them on the floor, as well as a few pillows. He had completely ignored it but sleeping in warm and dry sheets was definitely better.

You nuzzled into the pillows, looking for the perfect position before pulling him to you, your eyes closed as well as your mouth. You needed to rest after the amount of tears and screams you had let out in this one singular night.

While you fell asleep, his eyes, piercing holes in your face, analyzed your features and burnt them all individually in his memory. He’d remember the soft feeling of your plush lips against his, the heat in your cheeks, the droplets resting on your eyelashes, the crease on your eyelids as you shut your eyes to let the tears of pleasure flow out. All this, he did this and both his ego and girth were struggling with the amount of power he had over you. He knew, and so did you, that you had control over his every move. You could kiss the back of his neck that he’d beg to bury his face between your thighs. Now, seeing what he did to you turned his world upside down and spun it violently. Seeing you cry of pleasure at the feeling of his covered member, so close but too far for your liking, that made him want to see how desperate he could get you. That would be an experiment for another day, for now, he’d make you scream his name so loud, Peter Parker’s name would be more famous than Spiderman’s.

He held you by the waist and kissed the side of your neck to settle your hazy mind and bring you back to him. Your legs felt like cotton candy, trembling still at the violence of your last orgasm and the multiple ones that had preceded. While doing all of this, his lips never stopped kissing you softly, your body trembling at each one of them. You felt like a walking cliché thinking this but, they felt like a dozen of butterflies all dancing around you and resting around the sensitive parts of your body, the parts that only he could know.

Finally able to look at him entirely and without interruption, you giggle when you remembered his attire from earlier. You managed to raised yourself above him to kiss the crown of his hair.

“What’s making you laugh Bunny ?” He asked, looking at you with an amused grin. The little giggle made him scream in agony, you were making his heart stop a little more each time you did something.

“You’re wore jeans in the shower… Like that vine… You’re washing you in your clothes…” You slurred, your entire body feeling like boiled potatoes. Your voice was broken and shifted to a raspier version if it.

This could’ve killed the mood but he couldn’t help it, laughing loudly at your complete disregard for your physical state and what had happened to you not too long ago. Making vine references after getting fucked was something only you two could do, that’s how you were beyond the fighting, the little sprinkle on codependency and the many other flaws you both shared. You were a bunch of kids in love for each other to a very high degree, one that only few could reach so early in a relationship. You were lucky to be stuck in a constant honeymoon phase but realistic, with the flights and the necessary conversations.

Suddenly thinking about the reason why you two were in this situation to begin with, it all felt so stupid and futile. Looking into his eyes with a big grin, you kissed the tip of his nose before burying yours in his neck. You would apologize for ignoring him for two weeks and for putting yourself in danger in the first place, and he’d apologize for yelling at you when you were protecting him and for saying things that he didn’t think or that were true for the sake of getting his point across. You would both do all if this later, him doing his part after he properly took care of you for keeping him from hearing you for two weeks.

For now though, you’d wait until your voice was back and you’d take the time to think of another reason to be silent for a little while. Everything was a good reason to have him fuck you like this again.

[karmelek-writes]

comfort zone | part 4

Harrison Osterfield x fem!reader, Tom Holland x fem!reader

Synopsis: What do you do when you love them but want someone else?

Word count: 7,5k

Warnings: angst, smut (masturbation, teasing, dirty talk), swearing, thoughts of sex

A/N: Hi guys! So part 4 of comfort zone is finally here! I'm so sorry you had to wait for so long but I really wanted to make sure that my work wasn't rushed and that I'm satisfied with how it turned out. Also thank you to everyone who waited for me to post this, you are the best! Special thank you to @tom-holland-is-spiderman-archive and @osterfieldshollandgirl for giving me ideas for the series, helping and supporting me and my work! 💕 I hope you love this part and I can't wait to hear your thoughts!

PS. If anyone wants to be tagged let me know!

Love, W 🖤

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes.

Read part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 - teaser, part 4 - teaser #2

When you agreed on Harrison’s proposal to take you out, you definitely didn’t expect him to go off for you. Right before you were to reach your destination the blonde asked you to put on a blindfold to cover your eyes so that you couldn’t see what was about to come. You weren’t too sure about it noticing that he was driving through acres of forests and meadows but a playful gleam in his eye somehow assured you that you could put your trust in him. The first thing that hit your senses when you got out of the car was the tangy smell of the forest. The cry of birds mixed with the soothing rusting of the trees has brought a wide grin to your face. Taking your hand in his, Harrison led you a few steps inland, ensuring you with a soft humming that you were going to love the surprise. After what felt like hours, he finally came to a halt, dropping your palm, but not without placing a small kiss on your knuckles. You stood in the same place for a while until you felt two strong arms wrapping around your waist from behind. The action made a short gasp fall out of your mouth but you visibly relaxed inhaling the familiar scent of the blonde. With a low hum, he rested his head on your shoulder, rocking you two from side to side in slow motion to the rustle of the wind. You two were swinging, enjoying the peaceful moment. You hoped that Harrison couldn’t feel your rapid heartbeat caused by the proximity. Despite chilly gusts of wind brushing your skin, the goosebumps on your body were the result of Harrison’s silhouette pressed tight against your curves. Sighing softly you threw your head back wishing that you could stay in that position for years. Finding comfort in the warmth radiating from Harrison’s body your mind started wandering around your feelings towards the boy. You loved the effect he had on you, you felt calmer in his presence. He has become such a permanent part of your life in the course of the last few weeks that now you couldn’t imagine your day without a good morning message on your phone or not hearing his laugh on a daily basis. The boundary between friends and something more was long crossed but you still didn’t know what you were standing on. In the fear of your relationship shifting after mentioning your doubts, you decided to suck them in and not let Harrison know about the thoughts that were running through your mind. The loss of Tom hurt you, he still hasn’t hit you up and you started to feel like you deserved it. That’s why you were determined to keep the blonde in your life as he was one of the few people you cared about.

“What are you thinking about?” Harrison whispered in your ear as his hand travelled lower to rest on your hip.

“You,” you weren’t a good liar so you decided to be truthful, even if you didn’t give him a full answer.

“What about me?” you could sense a smirk in the tone of his voice, trying to persuade you to say what exactly was in your heart.

“I’m just wondering when did you become such a hopeless romantic.”

“Hmm… Don’t get too happy yet, I still can leave you here to die and no one would know.”

“Good thing you can’t live without my poor sense of humour and grumbling.”

“Don’t forget your horrible singing abilities, my favourite,” the last remark forced a giggle out of you which caused Harrison to laugh himself. When the laughter died out, he stepped away from you to remove the blindfold from your eyes.

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Breathing in the smell of leaves covered in tiny raindrops and freshly blossoming greenery, you were relaxing admiring the beauty of waves, carried by a soft gust of wind, crashing into the harsh surface of stony lakeshore while Harrison was preparing the place for you to spend the night. You insisted on helping but he dismissed you giving you time to adjust to the new scenery. Intrigued by the charm of the lake you chose to get up and take a walk to look around. The fear of getting lost in the middle of the unknown forest supported by the gathering darkness didn’t let you wander too far off but you still managed to discover some amazing spots that allowed you to take a few photos of the lake illuminated by the glow of the sunset. So cliche, you thought, shaking your head and laughing silently at your own cheesiness. Still, you were excited to show Harrison the photos, knowing that he’d love to see them. Coming back after a few minutes you noticed that almost everything was ready. Wood needed to light a bonfire was set by a bench, music playing softly in the back and snacks alongside a takeout on the table looking so delicious you contemplated on starting eating without Harrison. You decided against that, spotting him by the car finishing making your bed for the night. Unbeknownst to you, he purposely made a choice not to bring a tent so that you two could snuggle in the boot of his car. Even after moving the seats all the way forward there wasn’t that much space. Harrison knew that he would wake up with a sore back and a headache but he didn’t care about one sleepless night if it meant he would get close to you. All that was worth it to see a smile on your face and hold you in his arms even if it’s just for a few hours.

Watching Harrison suddenly made a playful thought cross your mind. Creeping around in the twilight, you swifty enveloped the car getting impossibly close to him, being careful not to alert him of your presence. You almost busted out laughing hearing Harrison singing along to Britney Spears’ Toxic that just sounded in the speakers. Containing your outburst, you extended your hand to grab the blonde's ankle. The sudden touch brought out a high-pitched scream from Harrison making you fall to the floor with tears in your eyes.

“What the hell?!” you heard him shout as he detected your silhouette wriggling from the laughter next to him.

“That was hilarious! You should have seen your face!” After calming down a bit you got up from the ground facing a visibly not amused man.

“Oh you think that’s funny?” Harrison rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in a fake anger. “I hit my head!” he groaned, hand moving to scratch the back of his skull.

“Aww, poor baby. I’ll kiss it later,” you cooed at him, feeling slight guilt creeping because of hurting him but it was quickly replaced by filth as unholy thoughts crossed through your mind after receiving a lusty look thrown in your way.

“You better,” Harrison proclaimed and you didn’t miss a way his eyes flickered to your lips for a split second before he smirked and walked past you.

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In Harrison’s mind winning you over wasn’t hard. He had a plan and it included being the best man he could be for you. Not that he normally wasn’t nice but when it came to you, he made sure to put extra effort in everything he was doing because he wanted to impress you so much. He failed to understand one thing, though, and it was his own admiration towards you. You were a good girl from a good house and Harrison knew that, he was your friend before but he couldn’t make out when he first realised he liked you and when liking you turned into being into you and when that turned into completely and utterly adoring you. His feelings crushed at him at the most unexpected moment and it scared him and thrilled at the same time. He was eager because you never failed to keep him on his toes, making him submit to you and falling in love with you every single day but also afraid because he never in his life felt such intense feelings towards any girl and he didn’t quite know what it meant for him. However, Harrison wasn’t stupid. He was more than aware of Tom’s feelings for you even if the man himself wasn’t yet. The way Tom spoke about you, with how much love your name rolled out of his mouth started making Harrison sick to his stomach. He was Tom’s friend but he couldn’t bring himself to stop talking to you or blocking you from his life. Harrison was breaking the bro code and he hated to be that person but he didn’t want to choose between love and friendship. That’s why he never told Tom about you. In his eyes, you and Harrison were just good friends who reconnected after losing contact. The blonde didn’t have the heart to reveal the truth, especially when Tom was venting to him about how he fucked up your friendship and how bad he wanted you back. He didn’t even have the courage to back up when the oldest Holland asked him for help with winning you back. That’s how he knew that Tom was about to call you tonight to make things right and that was the reason for your little adventure. Well, it wasn’t the only reason because he still wanted to do something nice for you and spend some quality time together but he still wished you forgot about Tom. He wished that after today you would see that Harrison was better for you than the bruette, because even though he was assured of your mutual attraction, he knew you still liked Tom. Another thing was that Harrison knew he was always the second choice. Most girls only talked to him to get with Tom and he was sick of being treated like a means to an end. Once in his life he wanted to be the chosen one, he wanted you to choose him. He hated himself for competing with his best friend for your favours, but what made him feel even worse was using Tom’s feelings to his advantage. Despite everything, they were still best friends. Harrison had Tom’s plan of making you like him again written in his head that’s why he was ten steps ahead in their game. He didn’t like referring to you as a prize someone could win, you weren’t an object that could satisfy anyone but that was how he felt - like a player who was too proud to back up even if he knew he should. The truth was Harrison was desperate. It’s been too long since he got a sense of comfort from someone, since he felt needed and wanted, and to his liking and hating, since someone made his skin burn just by a simple brush or caused his blood rush south just by glancing at him. He wanted- no, he needed that intimacy. He did what he did because it’s been too long since he felt like he was alive.

“Hey, are you okay?” your sweet, dripping with concern voice brought Harrison back to harsh reality.

“Oh, sorry. Yes, yes, I’m okay,” he didn’t know if he was trying to convince you or himself but it seemed to work as your full of worry eyes gleamed with their usual playfulness.

“You haven’t been listening to anything I said, have you?” a lopsided smile and apologetic glance sent your way were enough to confirm your suspicion. “It’s okay, it wasn’t anything interesting anyway,” you faked a chuckle to relieve some tension as you felt stupid for rambling. That must have been the reason Harrison zoned out, you thought, mentally scolding yourself for boring him.

“Hey, hey, no! Look at me, please,” at his plea you moved to face the blonde and you immediately melted just from looking straight into his ocean blue eyes. “I’m sorry for zoning out. Please, don’t think that I’m not interested in what you’re saying. It’s just um…” you sent him a warm smile noticing the hesitation in his melodic voice hoping it would help him to open up. The trick did its job as Harrison giggled at you. “It isn’t fair, you know?” he groaned playfully.

“What are you talking about?” you played stupid, sending him another “innocent” smile.

“THIS is what I’m talking about! You can’t just smile at me like that, it makes my knees weak and I want-” Harrison bit his tongue just in time to stop himself from saying something he’d regret later. He wasn’t ready to tell you about his feelings yet, as horrible as it sounded he needed to take Tom out of the picture first.

“And you want…” you didn’t let him get away with continuing, as you nodded at him to go on. Harrison cursed under his breath, not sure what to do next.

“I’ve just been having a rough time lately,” his mood shifted slightly and you probably wouldn’t notice if it wasn’t for him fidgeting with his fingers. You picked up that it was one of the things he used to do when he was nervous so you took matters into your own hands to lighten up the mood. You took his hand into yours, fingers intertwining with his as you squeezed his palm to silently assure him of your presence and support. Turning to face him you made a bold move to place a gentle kiss right at the corner of his mouth. You didn’t know what gave you confidence but you wanted to make him feel better, to show him you were there for him too. Pulling out slightly you made a mistake to avert your gaze from his lips and look him in the eyes. It felt as if the time stopped when Harrison subtly titled his head to the side without breaking eye contact. Desire evident in his azure irises consuming your soul, yet he hesitated to press his soft lips to your own. Noses brushing, you could feel his hot and uneven breath on your burning skin. Suddenly you forgot how to breathe, too occupied by the rapid heartbeat buzzing in your ears to pay attention to Harrison’s thumb caressing your rosy from excitement cheek.

“Whatever it is that you’re struggling with, I’m here for you,” you were scared to speak up so as not to ruin the sweet moment, so you whispered the words as delicately as you could, wishing that it could last forever. Harrison nodded at you, implying that he understood what you tried to say, too busy admiring your beauty from up close. After seeing his stare wandering on your features you suddenly became highly alerted of every single imperfection evident on your skin. Insecure of yourself, you turned away to look at the smouldering flames, too embarrassed to notice Harrison’s loving gaze.

“Make a wish,” his voice sounded after a few seconds of silence.

“What?” dumbfounded by his weird request, you looked up only to find Harrison pointing to something in the sky - to be precise, to a shooting star gliding through the night welkin above the clouds, lighting up the calm surface of the lake. You couldn’t help but peek at the blonde marvelling at the comet. Looking at him, you noticed the reflection of the white spot glistening in his glossy from the firepit smoke eyes. He has never looked more beautiful than in that moment, illuminated by the bloody-red flames dancing to the rhythm of the wind, gleam making him look more harsh and man-ish than usual. You didn’t know that it was possible but it made you even more attracted to him. You never believed that the wishes made after seeing a shooting star came true but on that specific occasion you made a wish hoping it would actually come true. The sweet moment was cut off by Harrison's phone going off. After a rushed “sorry” he took out the device, unlocked it and clicked on the new notification. You couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy growing in the pit of your stomach after noticing the message he’s just gotten.

From: Brooklyn

9:43p.m| Are you free to talk? I miss you :(

Feeling bad for peeking, you stood up to pick up your own phone. Hearing Harrison sighing deeply made you look up at him. Only then you acknowledged his discomfort portrayed by a tense jaw and a frown adorning his face. Meeting your gaze, he excused himself with an apologetic smile and stepped out of the field of vision to make a call, leaving you with your own thoughts. When three minutes passed and Harrison hadn’t come back yet, you unlocked your phone to check your social media. Out of boredom you went on Instagram and started scrolling through dozens of new posts when a new message from Tom popped on your screen. Seeing it, your heart sped up slightly as you were waiting for him to contact you for a long time. However, now when you were having a good time with Harrison you didn’t want to jeopardise your relationship with him. You couldn’t lie to yourself - you still had feelings for Tom, you knew they wouldn’t go away so quickly, but you felt comfortable with Harrison and started to see him as your potential new partner more and more. Maybe you couldn’t say you loved him but you weren’t stupid. You knew he was attracted to you and you were more than sure that he was aware of your desire too. You just wouldn’t admit that you liked him first.

Muting Tom’s contact on your phone, you decided to focus on the moment and enjoy your time with the man who didn’t leave you hanging for weeks. Noticing him coming back you smiled to yourself, hoping that Brooklyn wasn’t anyone who could destroy your happiness with Harrison. You thought that the message was a little suspicious, but didn’t want to take it for granted. It could have been anybody, even a family member that’s why you decided not to preach on it. Instead, you welcomed Harrison back with your soft blanket, nodding at him to join you by the firepit. The blonde sat down next to you, his chilly from the breeze body pressed to your warm one, causing goosebumps to show on your skin.

“You’re cold,” complaining playfully you pretended to move away only from him to pull you back into him, back pressed against his chest, arms trapping you in an embrace, hands intertwined with yours.

“Sorry, had to deal with something,” he sighed into your hair, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. “But now I’m here and I’m not going anywhere,” you felt Harrison’s nose brushing your skin as he whispered the words in your ear, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Loving the proximity, you threw your head back to gaze at the blonde. The angle allowed you to look in his orbs, nothing but adoration evident in them. All of a sudden you became emotional, Harrison being the first person in a while that made you feel so peaceful and full of hope. You didn’t have to worry when you were together. He’d do everything in his power to keep you safe and make sure everything was okay, and you felt an urge to express your gratitude.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” the words made Harrison pout as he saw your tender expression. He could melt from how sweet and pure you were. “I really needed to run away from everything and just forget but…” you stopped your ramble to glance at the lake, feeling too vulnerable in front of the guy you liked. Noticing the tears at the corner of your eye threatening to fall, Harrison gently grabbed your chin turning your head so that you could face him. Sensing that he wanted to say something, you beat him to it, finishing your previous thought.

“I… I just don’t want to run away anymore. I want to live in the moment with you and just adore you like you adore me and-” your words were suddenly cut off by two hands pulling you into a hug.

“It’s okay, I got you,” Harrison’s soft words made you want to burst out crying but somehow you kept the tears in keen on continuing your dilatation.

“I just felt so bad when Tom left, I made sure to keep it in but it hurt like hell. He was my best friend and suddenly he wasn’t there anymore, he stopped talking to me, making me feel like it was my fault. For weeks I was hoping he’d get back but he never did. I slowly started getting used to the lack of his presence but he had to contact me, today out of all the days when I’m here with you,” Harrison never interrupted you while you were talking, knowing that you had to let it all out. The trust you put in him made him feel special as you were venting to him about your issues and feelings. He high-fived himself in this mind, happy that you were slowly letting him in as someone more than just your friend. Still, he didn’t miss Tom’s name slipping out of your mouth and the fact that he texted you. So he really went along with his plan, Harrison thought, hoping that he’d chickened out letting him and you enjoy the moment. “But that’s besides the point,” Harrison snapped back to reality as you continued your little speech. “The point is, I felt like crap for the last couple of weeks but it brought me closer to you and somehow I don’t feel so crappy anymore,” you smiled, more to yourself than Harrison since he couldn’t see your face in the current position you were in, but you knew he understood when he squeezed you and planted a small kiss on your head. “So, I just wanted to thank you. You know, for making me feel less crappy,” you ended your monologue with a chuckle, feeling better than ever after admitting all the hurt you went through because of Tom. You didn’t realise how much you needed it after keeping it in and fighting your own thoughts every day. Now after confiding in Harrison you had a partner in crime that would always be up to listen. You couldn’t explain it but you just felt like you could trust him with every single fiber in your body.

“Wow, you’re so cheesy,” the blonde claimed, causing a laugh to escape your lips.

“Only for you, darling,” you flirted, lighting up the atmosphere as Harrison joined you laughing. After a few seconds, he pulled out from the hug to look you deep in the eyes.

“I’ll always take care of you,” abruptly growing shy from his focused gaze and lovely words you turned away feeling too many emotions at once.

“You just flirted with me a second ago and now you can’t even look me in the face as I say something nice,” Harrison huffed, faking resentment as he picked you up, throwing you by his shoulder and making his way to the car. “You must be smitten,” he finished, smirking after threats of kicking his ass and screams from fear of dropping you reached his ears.

“I’m not and I wasn’t flirting with you!”

“Sure thing,” he replied, not needing to continue the argument as both of you knew the truth. Soon enough, he let go of you, sitting you down in the boot of the car.

“You could’ve dropped me!”

“Come on, don’t be such a drama queen and move your ass,” rolling his eyes, Harrison made his way in the boot, turning out there was even less place for the two of you than he expected. He looked around, eyes trying to find anything that could be moved over or thrown away to make more space. Not too long after, he accepted that there’s no way you could extend the area. He started worrying about how you were supposed to even lay down. You seemed to think about the same thing judging by your equally troubled expression. Harrison couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the situation.

“Are you thinking about what I think you’re thinking?” he asked, resulting in a wide smile appearing on your face, crow’s feet showing.

“Well, looks like you’re sleeping on the ground today,” you joked, aware of how riled up it would make him.

“Hey, it’s my car after all so you should be the one sleeping outside!”

“You wish, Osterfield. What are we doing here anyway?” you asked, starting to tremble a little as the flickering flames from the firepit couldn’t warm you up any longer.

“Stargazing, of course!” exclaiming as if it was the most obvious thing in the world Harrison laid down as comfortably as he could, opening his arms for you in a welcoming manner. Noticing your sceptical look, he tried to pull you in by tugging the hem of your hoodie, but you wouldn’t budge so he decided to play dirty. He lifted himself up and grabbed you by the waist and pushed you on the bedding to lay you down on your back. His movement was swift so you didn’t even get a chance to resist, your inadvertence leading to Harrison hovering over you. The blonde was smiling at you but from that angle he looked so hot you couldn’t stop the throbbing between your legs. Clearing your throat, you moved a little to let Harrison know to give you some more space, but instead of obeying your silent request, he literally threw himself at you, putting all his weight on you. All of a sudden it was hard for you to breathe, you didn’t know whether from his body weight or vicinity.

“Harrison, you’re crushing me.”

“You’re comfortable, I don’t want to get up,” he groaned, head falling in the crook of your neck, hot breath tickling your skin.

“How are you supposed to stargaze if you can’t even see the sky? The stars are beautiful,” you hoped that maybe it would advert his attention but he hugged you even more tightly if it was possible.

“I’m looking at the most beautiful star out there,” he moved his head to flash you a wide grin before melting into your silhouette again and even if it caused the red flush creeping onto your cheeks you couldn’t not talk back.

“Who’s cheesy now, huh?”

“Mhm…” the hum was the only reaction you received from the boy who seemed to enjoy himself. After that, you two stayed silent, too caught up in your own thoughts to take up the conversation. However, the absence of sound wasn’t frustrating - you found peace in moments like this. Being in Harrison’s presence brought a new meaning of comfort in your dictionary - not only because of his stolen touches and soft hugs but also of not feeling the need to pretend to be someone you weren’t. He allowed you to be yourself, accepting all your flaws as if they were your best characteristics. That was yet another thing that kept you so drawn to him - loving you for who you were. No matter how goofy or miserable you looked, he was always there, welcoming you with his firm wide grin and blue orbs full of happiness. You didn’t like to admit it but if it wasn’t for Harrison, you’d probably still be drowning in misery. Every time you thought of it it only made you like him more. He was so selfless, putting other people’s good before his own. In your eyes, he was kind of perfect. Everyone looked so dull and transparent in comparison with him, not able to outgrow him in greatness. You also caught yourself daydreaming about him more often, which considering your neediness and creativity wasn’t such a good thing. You couldn’t count how many times you imagined him kissing you in so many different positions, claiming you as his own. Sometimes you wondered if he knew about your unholy thoughts because of the looks he’d send your way, eyes as lusty as your own. Yet, you never dared to ask him about his own fantasies. As much as you wanted him, needed him, you didn’t want to be the first one to crawl. Part of you desired for him to beg for you and you couldn’t make out whether it was because of your desperation or dominance that got unleashed after you started hanging out with Harrison. He brought out the new side of you, the one you never knew existed and you honestly loved it.

The ring of Harrison’s phone cut your thoughts short, startling the blonde as he joined the land of nod a few minutes prior, shallow breaths and fluttery snores providing a stereophonic accompaniment to the sound of leaves rustling now uneven, laboured filled with hoarseness in post-sleep haze.

“Who’s calling?” Harrison asked sleepily, not fully awakened yet.

“I don’t know, the phone’s in your back pocket.”

“Take it out, then,” he mumbled into your skin, hoping to get back to dreaming soon.

As Harrison requested, you extended your hand to grab the phone that stuck out of the pocket of his jeans only for your heart to drop at the sight of the person’s name.

“It’s Brooklyn,”

“Reject it.”

“But-”

“I’m busy now.”

“Doing what? Falling asleep?”

“No, spending quality time with you.”

“As far as I checked you were asleep a few seconds ago,”

“Just reject it, please.”

“It could be something important.”

“It’s not, believe me,” he was visibly fed up with talking to Brooklyn, whoever that was. You didn’t want to assume anything but there was something in your guts telling you that Brooklyn wouldn’t leave your mind for a while. After all, you weren’t exclusive. Harrison had every right to meet other people, just as you but something in you hoped it wasn’t the case. You tried to block the thought of being one of his conquests but why wouldn’t you be? He was young and incredibly handsome, not mentioning his lure. You were sure he had girls running after him, tempting him to sin. Yet, he’s here with you, something shouted in your brain. You sighed deeply, not wanting to believe that Harrison was doing so much for you for no reason. Your insecurities got the best of you, thoughts wandering around the mysterious girl. Was she prettier than you? Smarter than you? She could be anyone, maybe even a family member, you scolded yourself for your irrational behaviour. You couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous of Brooklyn’s presence in the blonde’s life. Deciding not to dwell too much on the matter in order not to ruin your blissful mood, you chose to focus your attention on something more appealing. Only then your senses registered soft brushes of Harrison’s cherry lips travelling up and down your neck.

“Harrison?”

“Mhm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Kissing your neck,” you wanted to call him out on being a smartass but the sensation of Harrison running his tongue on the ridge of your vein left you speechless as you tried to resist the urge to move your head to press your lips to his. The lack of your response alarmed him as he feared he went too far.

“Is it uncomfortable?”

“N-no,” you stuttered as your mind went numb, parting your lips to let a quiet moan escape.

“Does it feel good?” It was a rhetorical question, judging by the sounds you were making under him, but he had to make sure you wanted it too.

“Yes,” you muttered way too fast for your liking, a dirty smirk making its way to Harrison’s face as he felt you jerking your hips into him from the pleasure.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” you could lie and say you didn’t want it but what was the point?

“Then beg for it,” the way Harrison whispered the words in your ear, kissing your sensitive spot just under it before taking the flesh of your earlobe between his teeth and giving it a little tug had you shivering.

“Please,” you breathed out, growing sweaty from his fingertips brushing along your neck, muscles contracting every time Harrison gripped it harder, whole body yearning for release. Harrison’s ability to make you quiver in a span of a few seconds has always been impressive to you, no one ever accomplishing such a challenging task.

“I think you have to try harder,” in an attempt to tease you, Harrison tilted his head to nibble on your bottom lip, hand trailing back down your sides to creep under the soft material of your sweatshirt, squeezing your waist fondly. Deezy with lust you arched your back to relieve the growing ache between your legs, core grinding against the blonde’s thigh, making a low rumble of pleasure rise from your chest. With newly found confidence, you grasped the nape of Harrison’s neck connecting your lips in a seductive and passionate kiss, not being able to keep your hands to yourself. Your other hand slipped into his hair, yanking the curls, pulling a growl out of him only for it to be swallowed by your tongue diving in between his lips. The kiss brought out a whole new wave of arousal washing over you, your slick folds already dripping.

“Please, Harrison, I need you so bad. Can’t take it anymore,” you couldn’t resist anymore, chasing your release as Harrison’s fingers painfully slowly were making their way to massage your breasts. He obeyed your request, pulling the material of a cloth higher to expose your chest, his pupils dilating and mouth watering at the magnificent sight in front of him.

“Good girl. Fuck, you're not wearing a bra?” Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, lips falling open in a silent moan as Harrison trailed kisses down the valley of your breasts, fingers pinching your sensitive nipples, tongue swirling against the flesh of your bosom. Mouthing his way up your cleavage, Harrison sucked light marks to the smooth coating of your collarbone, fingers threading through your hair gripping it tightly making your scalp burn as he forcefully tugged it pressing your skull into the pillow exposing your neck for his hungry lips. Harrison nibbled and tugged at your skin, making it turn red from the pressure, loving the sight of bruises creeping to adorn your silky body. He was desperate for you, placing himself between your legs, hips rutting into your clothed core at a rough pace. The gasps and groans that were falling from his lips were obscene as he thrust into you squirming with need.

“Fuck Harrison, I’m not going to last,” you managed to burst out, breath caught up in your throat as you felt the knot in your lower stomach untie, Harrison’s hard member devoting time to your tender nub, brushing it, tethering you to the edge.

“Let go for me, pretty girl. Let me hear you screaming my name,” your orgasm approached, the blissful cry of Harrison’s name thrashing against his eardrum, euphoric sensation overpowering your senses - stars flaring behind your shut close eyelids clouding your vision, muscles flinching steadily as you whirled under the boy. Coming back to reality took you a few seconds but you recomposed yourself as fast as your irises met Harrison’s azure ones, ready to please him. You didn’t even get the chance to unzip Harrison’s jeans and take out his manhood properly before you felt it twitch in your palm. You moved your hand up and down his shaft, sending shivers down his spine, the action forcing a throaty grunt out of his chest. He couldn’t help but buckle his groin into your grip, lust consuming him, every touch bringing him closer to release. It was a matter of seconds before he painted your abdomen panting heavily, sweat collecting on his forehead as he was coming down from the high. With his head thrown back, messy curls sticking to his wet face, and teeth pressed into his cherry rim he looked so lustfully, like a fallen angel sent to corrupt you, drag you into darkness, and being completely honest, you’d let him.

Calming down a little, Harrison titled his head to gaze at you, taking in your debauched appearance. Hair messy, face flushed, and a thin layer of sweat covering your body along the bites he’d left on your skin before were enough to turn him on again.

“That was…” you started, still overwhelmed but feeling the need to express your delight.

“Incredible?”

“I was thinking crazy, but incredible fits too,” you laughed at his choice of a word, happy that he enjoyed the moment as much as you did.

“I couldn’t go back to sleep and… you know…” Harrison loved every second of being intimate with you but the lump growing heavy in his chest from nerves pushed him into confessing his intentions. The sudden butterflies erupting in his stomach after fully registering what had happened moments before didn’t help either, as the blonde felt anxiety washing over him.

“I don’t think I do.”

“I wanted to make you feel good,” he didn’t want you to think that he just wanted to use you only to dump you or just to play with you. The thing going on between the two of you was serious to him and he feared you would take it the wrong way. Learning after Tom’s mistakes he wanted to make sure you fully understood his motives, hoping to keep you beside him now that you just crossed the fine line.

“Why?” You were more than sure why, you just wanted him to admit it out loud.

“Because you deserve it,” he shrugged, too agitated to see your reaction. However, after spotting your sceptical look he made a decision to tell you the truth. It was now or never and there was a possibility it was his only chance to let it all out. “Okay, I might like you a little bit so I just shot my shot,” mumbling under his breath, Harrison didn’t dare to look you in the eyes, becoming shy and you’d never seen him being so vulnerable but had to admit shyness looked pretty adorable on him.

“It was quite a lot for someone who likes me just a little bit, don’t you think?”

“Okay, maybe I like you a little more than a little bit but don’t flatter yourself,” Harrison sighed, finally making eye contact at which you smirked and hoicked your head meeting Harrison’s lips in a gentle peck, subtly letting him know you felt the same. He didn’t let the kiss last short, deepening it by his tongue poking your lip asking for permission to join your own muscle in a passionate dance. It lasted until both of you had to pull out to catch a breath and calm down your racing hearts. As Harrison wanted to dive back into the sea of pleasure a single thought popped up in his mind.

“Hey um… I know it’s kind of lame to say it now but it’s not really how I wanted our first kiss to go. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it! It’s just… I wanted it to happen in better circumstances,” he purred, now mad at himself that he wasted such a beautiful moment to happen between two people falling in love because of his neediness.

“Like not in the boot of your car?”

“Like on a date. It would be more romantic, I guess,” putting a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, Harrison let his thumb linger on your cheek, petting it lovingly, making you blush at the sweet gesture.

“See! I always knew you were a hopeless romantic,” you winked at the blonde, happier than ever for finally having proof of your thesis.

“Fuck off, man” seeing Harrison roll his eyes at you made you splutter out a giggle, smile breaking to your face. The young man was delighted to know that everything was happening in his favour. Maybe he would get his happy ending after all. “So what’s going to happen now?” he didn’t bite his tongue in time as the words left his mouth before he could even stop himself from blurring them out.

“Now I’m going to pee,” you realised that the question was asked regarding the status of your relationship but you didn’t want to have this conversation now, happy yet confused about your feelings as you still thought of Tom to some extent. Harrison didn’t deserve someone who couldn’t commit fully to him and you didn’t want to be the person to break his heart - that’s why you needed to overthink what happened. You knew you liked him but even if he helped you forget about Tom partly, brunette still hunted your dreams from time to time. You wanted to come clear to yourself first before agreeing to take the next step.

“Wow, you know how to kill the mood,” Harrison’s offended voice ringed in your ears but you knew it was all an act as he lifted himself on the elbows and made you some place to get out of the boot. “Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, I’ll be fine,” his cuteness caused a pout to appear on your face, feeling glad to have someone who was caring so much about you.

“Come back quick, though.”

“Will do,” you smirked at his eagerness to be close to you, pulling him in for yet another kiss, not getting tired of his taste on your lips and tongue. “And perhaps later we’ll do it again but don’t flatter yourself,” you repeated his words from earlier, highly aware that it would rile him up. “Oh, and by the way, I won,” you smirked at him, feeling confident now that you won your little game, Harrison being the first one to break, excited that your relationship dynamic was going to change.

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As you took a few steps forwards from the car, you noticed that the flames dancing with the fire were now just coruscating, defeated by the tameless gust. Not thinking too much, you took out your phone to turn on the flashlight. Trying to find a convenient place for doing your thing you decided to check your messages and answer some texts. Only then you noticed that Tom sent you more than twenty messages in the course of the last ten minutes which honestly made you livid. Of course, now that you had fun he had to destroy your happiness. When his name that spelled out pain popped out on the screen, your ringtone sounding in your ears you didn’t hesitate to pick up and give him some piece of your mind.

“Oh my god, I didn’t think you would pick up. Um.. Hi!” he definitely was surprised judging by the high pitch of his voice. For a second your heart sped up hearing him for the first time in weeks but you quickly reminded yourself of his silent treatment. “Look, I know it’s a bit too late for that but I’m so sorry for not calling and texting-”

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s a little too late,” you cut him off, not caring if you were rude. He deserved it after breaking his promises and your trust.

“Y-yeah.. I-I know but…” you didn’t have nerves to listen to his poor apologies and excuses. You just wanted to go back to Harrison and enjoy your sweet time with him.

“Tom, listen I can’t really talk right now. I’m with Harrison and-”

“Wait, you’re with Harrison right now?”

“Yes, I am. What’s your deal?” you were getting irritated right now, mentally scolding yourself for spilling the beans about Harrison.

“Oh, so Brooklyn is with you guys?” Huh?! You couldn’t help the frown creeping on your forehead after hearing the name falling out from Tom’s mouth.

“Who the hell is Brooklyn?”

“His girlfriend?” His response sounded more like a question than a statement, making you feel like you missed something significant.

“WHAT?!”

“Well, I don’t know if they are official! The last time we spoke he said they were getting back together,” you couldn’t believe the words you heard. Harrison wouldn’t do something like that to you, would he? Maybe Tom just wanted to mess with you because of earlier when you dodged his messages. But why would he do that?

“When was the last time you spoke? W-wait, what do you mean they are getting back together?”

“Okay, slow down!” he huffed, taking a deep breath. “It was like a few days ago, I don’t really remember. By the way, Brooklyn is his ex, I thought he told you since he hangs out with you a lot and-,” you hung up, not caring about your best friend’s prayers for forgiveness, more confused than ever, betrayal and disgust sinking in the pit of your stomach.

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[miioouu]

masterlist last updated 05/01/22

x= hc

bold= song fic

italic= prompt list Egyptian Gods

                            Zodiac Signs 

ps: not in chronological order

rules 

deku 

masterlist

bakugo

masterlist

todoroki

masterlist

kirishima 

x loner reader

needy

x cerberus reader

x nauseous reader

x reader in a wheelchair

x drunk reader

x seeing reader in swimsuit/lingerie

x doing kabedon on reader

x reader with no self-confidence

fantasy kiri x mermaid reader

x male alastor reader

merfolk x reader

x mirio’s s/o

khonsu 

x short affectionate reader

x reader who wants to impress them

heartbeat

x aerial dancer reader

x chill reader

sitting in their lap

x reader almost burning down the house

x latina reader

affectionate

wanted 

kaminari

lemon boy

hot rod

x male reader with tourrets

x oblivious reader

x black male reader

x reader eating lemon rinds

x latino male reader

x popular reader on valentine

x animal crossing date 

x tamaki’s s/o

x catching reader doing something stupid

x reader resting their head on someone else’s shoulder

x short affectionate reader

he’s a player

x twitch streamer reader

x reader who accidentally punches them

x korean reader

it’s kaminari’s bday 

kpop dancing

x 90′s/00′s karaoke

x chill reader

electric love 

x male reader in the support dept 

mmmh 

affectionate

x turkish reader

iida

x getting caught making out with reader

x bakugou’s sister

dad x reader

x reader who loves the snow

geb

x kenma like reader

passenger seat

sero

x reader with a dark sense of humor

x black male reader

x insecure reader

x kissing reader on their nape

x reader painting their nails

spiderman kiss

x getting taped to reader

x clumsy reader

washi tape

x fake dating

bday 

affectionate

supernatural 

tokoyami

moonlight

cookies 

x reader with telekinesis 

x demonic quirk

shinsou 

ceux qui revent

x reader with scars

x smoker reader

winning heart

x reader with dark sense of humor

x drunk reader

x getting caught making out with reader

x seeing reader in swimsuit/lingerie

x getting caught checking out reader

x kissing ticklish reader

x reader with a cat quirk

x laughing reader

x reader who takes a punch for them

x catching reader doing something stupid

x kissing reader on their nape

x best friend who’s actually his half sibling

x reader with animal features

x butt dialing

training accident

x short affectionate reader

x reader who got their voice taken away

x reader with black cat quirk

x tsundere reader

x reader drinking straight up lemon juice

x reader who accidentally punches them 

birthday 

x korean reader 

kpop dancing

x 90′s/00′s karaoke

x 1a male reader 

i command you 

x demonic quirk

x cheerleader 

shindo

winning heart

x insecure reader

birthday 

the bidding 

tamaki

x childhood friends to lovers

daylight

lonely dance

x kissing ticklish reader

merfolk x reader

x reader with a butterfly quirk

x childhood friend reader

x reader with a mirko like quirk

soulmates

x reader who takes a punch for them

geb

khonsu

bast

x cute male reader who always gets love letters

x flirty reader

x cheery reader

x bakugou’s sister

x trans male reader

drunk x reader

x chubby strong reader

birthday 

wedding night 

come out and play 

x creative reader

mirio

merfolk x reader

x reader with social anxiety

momo 

bad ideas

x male reader with tourrets

 la vie en rose male reader

x kabedon confession male reader

jirou

x male reader with tourrets

x reader in a wheelchair

x male reader who’s like el diablo 

uraraka

i don’t really like your boyfriend

x kabedon confession male reader

monoma

x class 1 a reader

x butt dialing

fat gum

seaside rendezvous male reader

couchy potato

x undertale male reader

ra male reader

x male latino reader

just like her father (male reader)

hawks

x childhood friends to lovers

x twitch streamer reader

x reader with braces

x flexible reader

x latina reader 

comfort day 

midnight

x fav student

x best friend

aizawa

you aren’t supposed to be laughing!

confort

single dad

x fav student

x reader with social anxiety

x best friend

betrayal

x introverted cat lover reader

stretch marks 

x tired reader 

x latina reader 

i believe in you (dadzawa)

present mic

ihy

x fav student

x mute student

x best friend

x male latino reader

all might

i am here

ra

daughter 

toga

ra

cute 

dabi

somebody else

x getting caught making out with reader

x doing kabedon on reader

x getting caught checking out reader

x laughing reader

x reader with a plant manipulation quirk

the last night

lover of mine

stretch marks

secret love song pt2 

I want my real dad back 

x flexible reader 

x creative reader

too violent

 twice

x reader with a plant manipulation quirk

shigaraki

sunkissed

x flexible reader

x latina reader 

[morizoras-cave]

Red Lines (Request)

Tom Holland x teen!co-star!reader, Benedict Cumberbatch x teen!co-star!reader

Genre: angst, slight fluff

Request Description: Hi, could I request Benedict Cumberbatch and Tom Holland X teen co star reader where they find out her self harm scars and comforts her?i don’t know if this is out of your comfort zone (if you don’t feel comfortable writing this that’s completely fine) thanks :) (PS your writing is amazing :) )

Warnings: self harm, depression, sad shit, mentions of loneliness

(A/N): as it says in the warnings, there are slight hints of loneliness (lack of friends), which i know wasnt in the request, but i hope it doesnt ruin it too much if the anon dislikes it!

You knew it was bad. Of course you did. And when it had started you weren’t nearly as dependent on it as now. Now you could hardly get through a day without slashing a few red lines onto your arm. 

And you knew it was getting to a point where you had to stop. Not for your mental health, but because you were getting famous, which was a weird thing for you to really wrap your head around.

You knew it was only a matter of time before someone noticed, and then all of a sudden it would be the entire world’s business. You were lucky you had made it this far into the movie you were filming without having to wear a t-shirt. How no one noticed was beyond you, but you were grateful for every day you could continue your morbid and damaging ritual. 

You were filming the newest installment of the Spiderman franchise. In this you played a family relative of Peter Parker. Doctor Strange would also be appearing in this one to “set Peter straight”, whatever that meant.

You were grateful for it and a lot of it was really nice and made you happy, but many aspects of it also made you anxious and unsure of yourself. 

Benedict and Tom had undoubtedly known that parts of fame would be tough to deal with for you, a teenager. And based on your lack of speaking about friends, they guessed you didn’t have many. 

But they never knew about those red lines. Or your sadness, or depression, or whatever. They could never know. Because you didn’t like feeling so vulnerable around anyone. You hated it. And so you kept it to yourself.

For as long you could.

“I’m going to beat you at Mario Kart once and for all!” Tom yelled, both of you furiously clicking and moving the joysticks of your controllers. You were clearly in lead, you in 1st place and Tom in 8th. 

You were waiting for Benedict (who was a loser and was going to be late) to show up at Tom’s rented flat, so you could all rehearse some lines. When Ben had notified you that traffic was keeping him away, you both decided to play some of the time away. Big mistake. For Tom, that is.

You had 1st place every single round, and Tom was painfully close to 12th place in the whole race. 

“We’ll see about that,” you smirked at him. Tom giggled and tried to tickle you. You veered away, bending your body awkwardly to get away. “Stop, you cheater!”

“I’m not cheating!” Tom yelled, head snapping back between you and the TV screen. You had simply scooted away from him, and so he scooted closer too. You were about to move again, when his hand found your forearm. 

It hurt. His hand gripped the scars and the red lines, and you grimaced. Tom didn’t seem to notice your pain and squirming, as he dragged you by the arm. You felt his strong grip tearing up the freshest wounds. You winced. 

Tom looked at you at the sound. His eyes found your face, twisted into pain, and he immediately released his grip on you. You hugged your arm, making sure the sleeve covered all of it. 

Both of you abandoned the game. Tom turned to you, regret and concern on his face. 

“I’m so sorry, did it hurt? Let me see,” he reached out again, but you pushed yourself away from him. He looked at you in confusion.

“No, no. It’s okay. No need to look at it,” just as you finished your sentence, a drop of blood ran out from the sleeve. Tom’s eyebrows furrowed. He knew he hadn’t scratched you. Nothing he did could draw blood. So why were you bleeding?

“Y/n, let me look at it, you’re bleeding,” he tried, but you stood up, unwilling to let go of your arm. Just as you had both stood up, the door opened. Benedict entered the door.

“Hello,” he said, “sorry, I’m late!”. He tidily put his shoes away and hung his coat, unwrapping a scarf. Both you and Tom watched him, frozen in your positions, you backing away from Tom and him reaching for you. 

Benedict finally turned to you, and his smile fell once he realized something was off. 

“Uh, what’s going on here?” he asked, voice dropping into a serious tone. Tom met your eyes again. Looking into his blue eyes, you saw determination and agitation but most of all concern.

“You’re bleeding,” he said quietly.

“So, what? We’re made of, like, 90% blood,” you joked, trying to make it seem less serious, but the mention of blood seemed to have concerned Benedict. His eyes followed to the floor beneath your feet, where several drops of blood had landed. 

“Show me your arm,” Tom demanded, and when he could see that you were about to retort, he said again: “Y/n.” 

You didn’t want to. You couldn’t. You were frozen, except for the tears pooling up in your eyes and your quivering lip. Tom hated seeing you crying and hurt, but he had a worrying suspicion, and he had to see it for himself. 

Benedict wasn’t sure what to make of the situation, but seeing as he didn’t see Tom that serious very often, he decided to be careful.

You did it. You pulled up your blue sleeve, each inch revealing more and more slashes and red lines. Several of them were opened from Tom’s hand. 

You couldn’t bear to look at Tom or Benedict, but if you had, you’d have seen a part of them die. The sight of your arm took the shine from their eyes.

“Y/n..” Tom mumbled. You shook visibly, looking at the ground and letting tear drops fall onto the wooden floor and mixing with the blood. 

You felt Tom hug you, and the moment his body collided with yours, it pushed away a layer of your deep rooted humiliation and shame. You cried harder, feeling his arms squeeze your back.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. We’re here now. It’ll be alright,” he said to you, meanwhile making eye contact with Benedict, who nodded to him and disappeared into the bathroom to take your blades. 

You and Tom stood there until you stopped crying, just letting him rub your back and tell you it would be alright. Then you pulled away to look at him. Your eyes were red and your face was puffy, but Tom brought both his hands to your face and stroked your cheeks with his thumbs.

“It’s okay now.” 

Benedict entered back into the room with a bag in his hand. He glanced at you and Tom and then said: “Let’s sit down.” 

You all gathered around on the sofa. Benedict held your hand as he described you ways of help you could pursue. He also made a long list of reasons you really shouldn’t be doing it and offered alternate ways of satisfying that morbid part of you. 

He also let you talk. He asked you why you did. He asked how you felt. And he listened when you did open up. Tom watched you and wondering how he couldn’t have known. When he thought it back, all the signs were there. He just couldn’t see them.

Everything they did helped, but it was just the start of a long journey to self acceptance and happiness, but you knew you would get there eventually. Especially with the help of Dork 1 and Dork 2. 

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[babybluebex]

english love affair [tom holland x reader]

➽ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader ➽ word count: 2.1k ➽ summary: you attend the bronx school of science, and you’re immediately taken by the new student: ben perkins. ➽ warnings: deception ig?  ➽ a/n: PART 1! no idea how many parts this is gonna be, but stick around! (taglist link is in bio)

As soon as you stepped off the bus, you heard the chattering that only came from one occurrence. A new kid. That confused you, though. It certainly wasn’t unheard of for kids to drop in halfway through the semester, but, at your school, it was rare. The Bronx School of Science was an elite high school and it took amazing test scores and the grace of God to get in, so a new kid in the middle of the year was a rarity. 

You saw him the moment you walked into your first period chemistry class. After all, he was the only face you didn’t recognize. Dark, curly hair that was just a bit long, with rosy cheeks and wide brown eyes. He seemed nervous; as new kids usually were. He wore a red hoodie, his hands shoved deep into the front pocket, and he was looking all around the room. The seat next to him was empty and, while it wasn’t your usual place, there was no formal seating chart. “You new?” you asked, swinging your backpack to the floor. 

The boy looked at you with a keen alertness in his dark eyes, and he swallowed thickly. “Yeah,” he laughed softly. He sounded a little Queens, maybe; perhaps even Brooklyn. “Just, uh… Just moved here.” 

“Nice,” you said. “From where?” 

The boy clenched his jaw. “Queens,” he said, and you nodded. 

“Well, welcome to the Bronx,” you laughed. “I’m Y/N.”

“Ben,” he said quickly. “Ah, Ben Perkins.” 

“Ben Perkins from Queens,” you repeated. “What brings you here?”

Ben shrugged. “Parents,” he mumbled simply. Ben seemed like a guy of few words, but you didn’t mind too much. It was a welcome change from the other guys at your school who wouldn’t shut up. 

You decided to not really say much to Ben. If he didn’t feel like talking, you didn’t want to push him and make him uncomfortable. The first day at a new school was stressful. “If you need help with any classes or anything, just let me know. Getting into the routine here is hard as shit.” 

“Thanks,” Ben told you with a nod. “That’s quite nice.” 

You couldn’t place why the usage of the word “quite” tickled the back of your brain. Maybe because you had never heard anyone use it like that. “You’re quite welcome,” you replied, biting the tip of your tongue. Ben looked at you and the rosiness in his cheeks grew deeper as he smiled. 

The class started normally, until your teacher got to the Ps on the roll sheet. “Oh!” she cried. “We have a new student! Benjamin Perkins!”

Ben’s face grew red, this time not from laughter. He gave a quick two-finger to the class, and he mumbled, “Just Ben is fine, actually.” 

“Welcome to the Bronx School, Ben,” your teacher said. “I’m sure you’ll do great here.” 

About halfway through the lesson, you looked at the boy sitting beside you. He wore jeans and scuffed sneakers with the red hoodie, a dark curl bouncing along his forehead as he looked at the board and diligently copied notes. He was cute, a lot cuter than any boys you knew, and you wondered what he was like when he was in his element. His hands were big, veins popping as he gripped his pencil tightly. You took a second look at the mechanical pencil, and your heart soared. Quickly, you ripped a page out of your notebook and scribbled a quick “i like your pencil :)”, and you passed it over to Ben. 

He tore his attention away from the lecture for long enough to look at your note, then at the pencil. It was red and blue with various white spiderwebs all around it. You liked the Spiderman pencil; your dad had practically raised you on the Toby Maguire Spiderman movies, so you liked anything Spiderman. In fact, you had been Spiderman for Halloween three years in a row when you were little. Not Spiderwoman, you said, Spiderman. Ben wrote something down and gave you the paper back, and you bit your lip as you read his message. 

“spiderman’s pretty cool i guess. you like the movies?”

“yeah!! toby maguire’s awesome”

“cool. i like them too :)”

You invited Ben to sit with you at lunch, and he did. You usually sat alone, and you secretly liked having Ben there with you. You two talked about Spiderman, mostly: how Toby was a better Peter Parker but Andrew Garfield was the better Spiderman. “You know,” you started. “In the comics, Peter Parker becomes, like, an intern for Tony Stark. Tony makes him this suit and he becomes the Iron Spider.” 

“Really?” Ben said. His eyebrows went up, and he scratched at a few upturned hairs. “That sounds cool.”

“I wish they’d add Spiderman to the MCU,” you added. “I think he’d fit really well with everyone, ya know? I mean, I guess they’d have to cast the right guy, but…” You shrugged. “A girl can dream, right?” 

“Sure thing,” Ben said. “I like Robert Downey Jr. a lot, he seems really fun.” 

“Oh, definitely!” you agreed. “And Chris Evans! Man, I’d love to meet them, I would just die right there.” 

Ben smiled and nodded along with you, and he slotted his chin into his palm as he listened to you chatter about Avengers: Age of Ultron and Ant-Man. There was a hint of a smile on his lips, and you stopped mid sentence when you noticed it. “I just think Elizabeth Olsen is so underrated, and-- Ben. You alright?” 

Ben blinked a few times. “Yeah,” he said. “M’all good. Just listening to you.” 

You flushed. “I’m not talking too much?” you asked, feeling the urge to sink into yourself. “I’ve been told I do that.” 

“No, not at all,” Ben said quickly. “I like it. I like how people get when they get excited about something, you know? It’s cute.” 

“Cute,” you repeated, rolling the word around your mouth. Did Ben just call you cute? Or did he call the whole concept of your dumb blathering about some movies cute? Did that still qualify as calling you cute? You raised your eyes to his and, nervously picking at a loose thread on your sweater, hazarded, “You think I’m cute?” 

Ben shrugged. “I mean, yeah,” he said, as if it was obvious. “You just seem so passionate about those movies. I would listen to you talk about them for a long time.” 

“You wouldn’t want to.”

“I do,” Ben said quickly. “I promise you, I don’t mind one bit. I’d tell you if I did.” 

You nodded again, and you scooted just a bit closer to Ben. “For the record,” you started. “I think you’re cute too.” 

Ben smiled, little dimples appearing in his cheeks. “Cool.” 

Before the day ended, Ben had given you his phone number. “I don’t have Snapchat or anything,” he said. “Strict parents, ya know? But I’d love to talk to you.” 

You liked the way that Ben texted. He used a lot of emojis and even a few goofy emoticon faces, a la 2012, and he signed every text off with xx. With texting, you felt like Ben was a little more open than at school, probably because it was just the two of you, completely private. And, man, did the boy talk. He sent two, three, four messages in a row, just spewing thoughts the second he thought them. You didn’t mind one single bit, though; but your parents did. 

Even though the sound was off and your phone was in your pocket, the entire dinner table could hear your phone buzzing. “Is someone calling you?” your dad asked. “Your phone just keeps going off.” 

“Oh, no,” you said, your face going warm. Quickly, you pulled out your phone and set it completely silent, and the buzzing ceased. “Sorry. Just texts.”

“From who?” you mom asked. 

“A boy from school,” you began, fully intent on explaining the situation, but your little brother was quicker to the uptake than you. 

“Ooh, Y/N has a boyfriend!” he squealed. 

“Shut up, you little fungus!” you hissed. Brothers of any age were unbearable, but 13 was an especially difficult age, you had come to find. 

“Don’t call your brother a fungus,” you mom sighed. “That boy’s texting you an awful lot, though, Y/N.” 

You shrugged. “He’s new,” you said. “Just asking questions about school and stuff.”

“And his name?” your dad asked. 

“Ben Perkins,” you said. “He just moved from Queens.” 

“He’s a senior?” your mom asked and, when you nodded, her eyebrows creased. “That poor boy, moving schools in the middle of his senior year. Well, good for you, making new friends. I bet he really appreciates you.” 

Tom slumped himself down on the couch. You weren’t answering his texts and, while he knew that you probably had homework or were eating dinner or any number of other things, he couldn’t help the anxiety that filled him at the thought that maybe he had scared you off. 

Tom hadn’t had a normal high school experience by any means. Sure, secondary school was a thing that was semi-normal, but normal in the sense that everyone around him was in the same boat. And he was certain that British secondary school was a hell of a lot different than American high school. Hence, the joke that had landed him here.

“It would be funny if I went to an American high school for a few days. Just to see what it’s like, ya know?” 

Apparently, Anthony and Joe Russo didn’t seem to understand his British sense of humor, because he was on a flight to New York within the week. The Russos had helped him come up with the bare bones of a backstory: Ben Perkins, originally from Queens. American. 17. Quiet. It was a far cry from Tom Holland, originally from London, British, 19, and loud. But the Russos, in their infinite wisdom, had seen through Tom’s joke and understood something that was integral to the character that had taken Tom a few days to really see. 

Peter B. Parker was a high schooler. A smart one, an unusual one, but he was still 15 and trying to understand himself and the world. Tom didn’t have that knowledge; at least, not in the way that Peter Parker would have had it. He needed to see the inside of an American high school to get to the core of his character, and even Tom understood that. The filming for Captain America: Civil War hadn’t started and the news of Spidey’s introduction into the Marvel Cinematic Universe hadn’t hit the airwaves yet, but Tom knew that, if his contract was to be upheld in the way that Sony and Marvel had promised, he would have plenty of time to use this high school experience to better the character. 

Tom really and truly did not intend to develop a crush on a girl. Yes, a beautiful, smart, and funny girl that shared a love for the same things he did, but he was sure that the Russos would disapprove of it. After all, he was only slated to go to the Bronx School of Science for three days. There wasn’t nearly enough time to have anything more than a crush. But you. There was something about you, something intangible. He had felt a pull in his stomach when you first walked into the room and, when he had texted Harry about it, his brother had only laughed at him and made a joke about wanting to get his dick wet. And, yes, while that thought was in Tom’s mind, you were already so much more to him than that. 

As much as Ben Perkins was a character, Tom felt like he could be himself around you. He had shared stories from growing up, mostly about his brothers pulling shenanigans, and had shown you pictures of him and Tessa when he had first gotten her. The little squeal and sigh that had left you when you saw the puppy made his heart swell. Then, he had said something that still made his stomach turn: “Maybe you can meet her soon.” 

What a great fucking thing to say to someone that he would have to abandon in three days. Sure, he could keep texting you after he left, but he would have to explain everything to you. He knew what your reaction would be, too; somewhere along the lines of laughing at him and going, “Dude, you’re fuckin’ nuts, bro.” Or, on the other end of the spectrum, getting mad at him for lying to you. He was sure that you would be more mad than amused. And, after the conversation that you two had shared about your requited love for Spiderman, he knew that trying to tell you wouldn’t land him anywhere except alone again. 

And, God. Tom was tired of being alone.