#switch peter 3

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

A prompt idea that's been on my mind!

Kinda simple, but i love it!

A GAME OF TICKLE HIDE AND SEEK BETWEEN THE 3 PETERS!

SWITCH PETER1, PETER2, AND PETER3

Tickle Hide and Seek

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Thank you so much Anon! I've always wanted to do one of these styles of fics and you gave me the motivation to do it ❤️ hope you enjoy! 😁)

"3 . . . 2 . . . 1!" Two lifted his face from his hands. "Ready or not! Here I come!"

The oldest Peter listened intently as he moved around the living room. Whenever they played a hide and seek game, the younger two had a tendency to giggle their hiding spot away. As he moved closer to the kitchen, Two heard his first set of giggles.

"Come ohout, come out wherever yohou are," Peter 2 teased as he stepped into the kitchen.

The giggles became very muffled as Two moved further into the kitchen. He could sense a figure nearby and could sense the buzzing excitement as the game continued.

The oldest Peter moved closer to some lower cabinets. "I knohow yohoure in here."

A singular squeak answered his tease.

Peter 2 carefully grabbed the handle of a cabinet door and yanked the door open. "Got ya!"

Peter 1 squeaked again and scurried out of the cabinet.

"Hehey!" Peter 2 ran after his brother. "Gehet back hehere you!"

Peter 1 hurried into the living room to escape, but tripped onto the floor in the process.

"Wow! You okay?" Two asked as he knelt on the floor.

The youngest Peter rolled over, but couldn't respond from all of the giggles pouring out of his mouth.

"That fahall muhust have shook all the gigglehels lohoose." The oldest Peter teased.

Peter 1 blushed and pulled his hands in front of his mouth.

Two snickered as he wiggled his fingers into One's sides. "Ahaw. Doho I need toho cheheck for a gigglehel leheak?"

Peter 1 let out a stream of bubbly giggles as he was attacked by the light tickles.

"Oh no!" Two skittered his fingers under One's shirt. "Ihi behetter plug thehe leak!"

A squeal escaped Peter 1's mouth as Two wriggled a finger in his belly button. "Twoho!"

"Ihi hahave to plug thehe leheak Pete."

One wrapped his arms around his upper torso. "Noho yohou dohon't!"

Peter 2 pulled his finger out of One's belly button with a chuckle. "Lehet mehe make sure it's pluhugged prohoperly."

"Oho no!"

One's laughter turned squeaky as Two dug his fingers into different spots on his tummy. One particular place earned Two some snorts and cackles.

When the youngest was adequately out of breath, the oldest Peter paused his attack. "Ahalright, ahall patched up!"

"Yahahahay!"

Two laughed at the youngest's enthusiam. "Ahalright, nohow I have to fihind Peter 3."

"Hehe wehent uhupstahairs!"

"Oho?" Peter 2 poked his little brother. "Now you're aha tahattletale?"

Peter 1 flinched and giggled adorably. "Noho!"

Two playfully ruffled his hair as he stood. "Ihi'll let Three behe the judge ohof that."

Peter 2 stepped toward the stairs and listened. He could sense someone was upstairs, but he wanted to hear where he was. When no sound came, Two tiptoed up the stairs.

When he finally reached the top of the stairs, he heard another stream of giggles reach his ears. "Oho Three!"

The giggles quieted almost instantly, but Two could still sense the enthusiasm permeating throughout the upper floor.

Two moved closer to one of the bedrooms. "Whehere did you goho Three?"

The quietest little giggles could be heard coming from the room. He was trying so hard to muffle them.

The oldest Peter scanned the room. "Where are yohou lihittle brother of mihine?"

A squeak from a floorboard came from one side of the room.

Two looked in the direction of the squeak. His only two options were a closet and a chest of drawers. Of course Three would choose the closet.

Peter 2 crept closer to the closet door. "Ihim going to gehet you!"

The giggles grew louder as the eldest Peter got closer.

"Yohou're gihiving yohourself away tohoo easily."

There was a moment of silence as Peter 2 reached his hand out to grab the closet door. He slowly turned the handle then quickly threw the door open.

The closet was empty.

"Wha-OOF!"

Peter 2 was tackled from behind. "Gotcha!"

"Hey!" The oldest Peter squirmed. "That's not how the game works!"

Peter 3 pinned his older brother face first into the carpet. "Technically, ihit ihis. We hide, yohou seek, ahand nohow I tickle!"

Two hid his face into the floor as Three dug into his shoulder blades. "THREEE!"

"Ihi got yohou!"

Peter 2 snorted when Three hit a particularly sensitive spot.

"Aww! How precious!"

"Shuhut uhup!"

"And why should I?"

Two squealed again as Three attacked more of his back. "WAHAI--."

While the older two were distracted, Peter 1 peeked into the room and snickered at his older brothers.

"Ihisnt hehe just the cuhutest little Pete?" Three asked.

One nodded as he moved next to Peter 3. "Ahabsolutelyhy prehecious!"

Two turned his head. "Threhee, One sohold you ohout!"

The middle Peter froze. "What?"

Peter 1's eyes widened.

"Hehe tohold me yohou wehere upstahairs!"

The tallest Peter turned to his youngest brother. "Oh? Did hehe now?"

Peter 1 scooted back. "Threhee! Ihim sohorry! Ihit wahas ahan accihidehent!"

Peter 3 moved off of the oldest Peter and started crawling toward Peter 1. "Reheally?"

"Threhee, Three yohou hahave toho believe meHEEE!"

The older Peter pulled the youngest on to his back. "Your giggles tehell mehe otherwise."

Peter 1's giggles came out squeaky as Three attacked different tickle spots. "Noho! Ihi gohot sohome ahalready!"

"What's wrong with a few more hm?" Three asked as he attacked Peter 1's knees.

"NO!" One snorted.

"Aww, hohow cuhute."

While Three was attacking, the middle Peter was suddenly pulled into a bear hug from behind. Then a hand dug into his ribs.

"AH! TWOHO--."

"Nohow thehe tables hahave turned!"

The middle Peter squealed and squeaked as Peter 2 attacked his ribs. "IHIM GOHOING TOHO DIIIIHIE!"

The oldest Peter rolled his eyes. "Drama King.'

After Peter 1 had recovered, he crawled beside his older brothers. "Yohou gohot him Twoho!"

"Ihi did." Peter 2 used one hand to pin Three's wrists above his head. "But why don't you help me."

"Noo! Bohoth of you are ehevil!"

The youngest Peter dug his fingers into Peter 3's tummy. "Buhut you lohove ihit!"

Three squeaked and tried to curl his legs up into a ball. He couldn't verbally respond to the jab, but the giggles pouring out of his mouth as a blush spread across his face was all the response his brothers needed.

With matching grins, both of them dug back into Three's tickle spots until he was a breathless giggly ball in Two's hold.

"Uhugg. Yohou twoho ahare totally ehevil." The tallest Spiderman wined.

"Odd. I never heard him tell us to stop." Two looked up at the youngest. "Did you?"

Peter 1 giggled and shook his head.

In response, Peter 3 growled and tried to hide his blushy face in Two's shoulder.

"Ahalright, I think we've tortuhured him enough." The oldest Peter helped his brother up. "One, since you were found first, you get to count next."

Peter 1 looked over at Peter 3 in concern. "Do you have the energy for another round?"

The tallest Peter's smile softened. "Of course I doho!"

"You sure?"

Three nodded. "100%."

The youngest beamed again and hurried to the living room to count. "Better gehet to hiding!"

Peter 2 and 3 shared a look.

"Can hehe get anymore adorable?" Two asked.

"Mahaybe. But I couhouldnt see how."

And with the muffled sounds of Peter 1's counting floating upstairs, the older two quickly hurried to find their next hiding spot for a game.

[sleipliir]

Looks like someone’s a little jealous I’ve been playing other games 👀

[rainbowsplasharty]

Now I know why I like astarion so much(I just started baldurs gate 3 last night). It's because he's fucking Peter Hale

[webshootersandwingdings]

Marvel Ultimate Alliance 3

[thelordofshrimp]

Post-halloween check in, how are we doing friend, how was your holiday?

well :)

[ask-cloverfield]

or you could have a story that didn’t require juggling

[crowswarm]

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[luveline]

would you be in the mood to write something for peter parker x reader?? it’s been a while since i’ve read anything new for him and i’m missing my boy :( maybe something about things getting heated while making out with peter but he knows reader isn’t ready to go any farther so he has to stop them, and then maybe reader feels guilty for not being ready bc they feel like they’re stringing him along? a good mix of (semi)smut & fluff & angst haha. thank u angel i love u <3

ty for requesting, love u <3 fem!reader, 1k

cw suggestive content

“Is that okay?” he whispers. 

You’re nearly too busy trying to kiss him to whisper back. “Yeah, Peter, just–” Fully too busy. 

Peter enjoys being on top of you for two reasons; the first, the most imperative in the moment, is because it flicks a switch in your mind that has you all flustered and breathless under his touch, your chest heaving something sorry and your hands a frenetic back-and-forth between roaming and limp on his back; and the second, his guilty pleasure, is that he’s in an optimal position to slide his knee between your thighs and listen for your breathless sigh. 

He says your name between kisses to catch your attention, finds he can’t quite get it as your mouth closes up on his and your spit wets his lips. Your hand wanders under his shirt. 

Peter has been worse than shirtless around you, a consequence of his strange after-classes hobby, but he’s not so sure you’re ready to peel him out of it. Your fingers ride up his spine. 

He fishes your hand from behind him to hold it above your head. 

“Hey,” he says, pulling back, your eyes lit and aligned with one another, the brightest light in the room. It feels wrong to speak into the dark like this, disrupting your whispers and your quick breathing. “You don’t wanna do that.” 

“I do,” you say. He’s no genius, but he sees the wobble of your lashes for what it is, sudden regret. 

“It’s okay, bub. We got too heavy too fast,” he laughs. 

You bite the inside of your lip as he sits up. It’s his fault, he shouldn’t have kissed you like that, definitely shouldn’t have let his leg slide up against you, what was he thinking? He’s kissed you so hard your lips are swollen. 

You use the flats of your palms to clamber up against the headboard. Your heart is a thudding he can’t ignore, triply loud, and his own pulse is rocketing too. 

“I’m sorry,” you say. 

“No, that’s okay,” —he reaches for the hem of your sweatpants to tug them back over your hip and stomach— “I was bearing down on you, I shouldn’t have– I–” Peter Parker levels of stuttering occur, to which he can’t subject himself, hiding his face in his hands. 

There’s a small silence. Peter attempts to calm down. Your heart rate slowly drops. 

“I really am sorry, Pete.” 

His neck cricks as he lifts his head. “What?” He lets his legs fall to the side of the bed and shuffles up to the top to see you clearly, squishing the back of your thigh where your legs are up to his hip. “Come on, what do you have to be sorry for?” 

“I’m leading you on and stuff. Not cool.” 

“What? What are you talking about? I started it.” 

“I was giving it just as good as I was getting it,” you say with a regretful smile. “You’re just such a great kisser–”

“Don’t try and distract me, it’s working,” he teases. More seriously, he puts his hand on your knee, thumb pressing to the soft crease underneath it. 

“I shouldn’t kiss you like that if I’m not ready for it.” 

“Why not? You can kiss me whatever way you like, it doesn’t have to lead to anything.” 

“I’m winding you up. Boys don’t like that.” 

“I love it,” he says, dropping his chin to his hand to speak to you from just below your eye line. “I love everything you do, I love kissing you, it doesn’t mean you have to be ready for something else.” 

You don’t accept his reassurances as quickly as he’d like, leaning back, the rising valley of your chest and tummy two pretty not to look at even as something serious transpires. He adores you, your every hill and curve and rigid line, all of it, and he’d love to fuck you but there’s no rush. What do you need to rush for? Peter’s sure it’ll be just as much fun a few months down the line as it would’ve been tonight, but it’ll be perfect then, because you’ll be ready then. 

“Who cares what boys like anyways?” he mumbles, kissing your kneecap appreciatively. 

“I just don’t wanna mess it up, Pete. I really like you.” 

“You can’t mess it up, it’s not like that, we’re not like that. You mean a whole lot more to me than that,” he says, giving your thigh a squeeze. You meet his eyes with less shyness now, the beginnings of a smile like twitches at the corners of your mouth. “I like you more than you like me, anyways. You can string me along. String me up, if you want.” 

“String you up where?” you ask with a laugh. 

“From that statue on ESU?” 

“What? How would I do that?” 

“Get Spider-Man to help you.” 

You pull the leg he isn’t leaning on up toward your stomach, knee rubbing along the inside of your opposite thigh, the last trace of regret. “You’re sure you don’t care?” 

“Don’t care, don’t mind, just want you to be happy.” He kisses your knee. “I thought you’d know that by now.” 

You brace your face in both hands, letting out a long sigh. “I don’t know what I know when you do that thing to me. How about you keep your legs away from my legs for a little while?” 

Peter smiles like an idiot, hiding his eyes in your knee and his mouth behind your calf. He doesn’t mind being honest, but you’re making him nervous flirting like that and he isn’t allowed to kiss you again tonight. “I– I can do that. No leg stuff.” He leans away from you suddenly. “God, no leg stuff. You’re beautiful, I wish you didn’t worry about me.” 

“I’ll try not to, Pete.”  

[singmyaubade]

The Girl We Love

Poly!Marauders x Female!Reader

A/N: Hello! Long time no see; this came to me out of nowhere, and I just wrote it off the top of my head; I hope you enjoy it! <3 P.S. I have no idea what to think about this story.

Summary: Can all of them handle loving you at the same time?

Warning: Containing cursing, soon-to-be-smut, etc... Viewer discretion is advised.

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The boys were enjoying their summer, basking in the hot sun and the chance to go in the pool anytime they wanted. Although it was just Remus, Sirius, and James, that was all they needed. Unfortunately, Peter was in France, but 3/4 Marauders was better than none.

"James, Sirius!" Euphemia yelled as James and Sirius groaned, not wanting to go downstairs due to their laziness, "I know you boys can hear me, and I am giving you five seconds," She yelled louder as the two boys looked at each other in fear as they both lunged to the door, James pushing Sirius into the wall.

"5..4...3.." The boys had rushed downstairs before two to see their Euphemia setting the dining room, "Why is Remus the only helpful boy in this house?" Euphemia huffed as Remus set down the dishes.

James ignored her, noticing the fancy table mats she would only bring out when people came over, "Uh, Mum, what's going on?" James asked, scratching his head, confused.

"Yeah, we never use this table unless James forgot he's human instead of dog," Sirius joked as James smacked him in his stomach, earning a groan.

Euphemia sighed, "Ms. L/N and Y/N are coming for dinner," She answered, setting the plates over the tablecloths.

James's mother and your mother were best friends, practically inseparable when you all were younger. Even when they didn't see each other, James would see her writing letters to your mom.

"Why?" James asked as Euphemia glared at him, "I just mean that we haven't seen her in so long, like since we were like thirteen,"

"You mean when you all would rough house and were into wrestling and Quidditch?" Euphemia hummed.

"The good old days," Sirius added, looking up in dramatics.

"Yeah, when you would tackle her and throw mud on us all," Remus muttered.

"Um yeah?" Sirius responded, "The good old days!"

Having you over was like having another brother around when it came to James. You always loved watching Quidditch and would yell with him when your favorite team won, chest-bumping each other.

You would always dress like the Marauders, wear whatever trend they were following, and play with whatever toys seemed remarkable to them.

You all ate like absolute slobs, and Euphemia and your mother would constantly reprimand all of you, but you didn't care because if you all did it, it was incredible.

When your parents divorced and you went to France with your Father, they all hadn't realized the switch in your presence as much. They would mention you sometimes but would only give it a short conversation. They were just kids; They didn't know much until later.

"This might be nice, you know?" Sirius said, "We haven't seen Y/N in so long, and I do miss having another one of the guys in the house," Sirius wrapped his arm around James's shoulders.

"Y/N is a girl," Remus corrected.

"You know what I mean," Sirius said, sitting in his seat.

"Wonder if she still plays Quidditch," James added, sitting beside Sirius.

"Can't wait to kick her arse in it," Sirius said, putting his hands together tauntingly.

Euphemia shushed them, "Enough of this talk, they should be arriving any minute now, and I expect the most from all of you," She tsked, moving near the door.

"She's talking about you two," Remus said, smirking.

"Oh shove it, Moony, you aren't a saint," James teased.

"Yeah, we know of your unspeakable acts in the bedroom," Sirius joked, winking at Remus as he bit his tongue.

James could hear voices from the front door as you stepped into view, hugging Euphemia, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing; none of them could.

Of course, you were different; the years did you well, but your hair grew past your shoulders, not the usual bob. You were wearing a lavender dress, a step away from your tomboy outfits. From what he remembered about you, your nails were painted in your favorite color, and you no longer wore a retainer everywhere you went.

Your dress hugged your waist perfectly, and none of the Marauders were perverts, but none of them could hide the fact that they were staring at you.

You looked at them with a grin, going over to James first as he stood up from his chair like a statue, "Jamesy!" You squeaked, the childhood nickname sounding different now.

You embraced him in a tight hug, your boobs pressing against his chest as he grew flustered. You pulled back, looking at him, "I missed you so much," You excitedly said, returning for a hug.

James could feel how soft your skin was, like a rose petal coated in shea butter. He had never felt something so gentle in his entire life like it wasn't real.

Once James squeezed you back, you moved over to Sirius, giving him a tight hug. His hands stayed on your back as your lips were on his neck accidentally. Sirius was never the type to blush, but somehow, you succeeded.

Sirius could smell home when he was near you, like cinnamon and hot chocolate, like a long day of Quidditch on the grass and Euphemia giving him a cold glass of Butterbeer kind of touch.

You pulled back, giving him a smile instead of words because moving over to Remus, pecking him on the cheek, and moving to a hug, "Remsy, long time no see," You giggled, giving him a hug as he smiled, trying not to let his thoughts get to him.

Remus could feel your happiness like sunlight as if it was glowing. When he hugged you, he felt happy like never before; it made him forget every stormy night or memory.

They all could feel your presence like a lightning bolt with each embrace, and it was hard to hide when you were up against them.

Euphemia and your mother were still chatting at the door, so you decided to talk with them about their social life as much as possible.

"I missed all of you so much," You cheesily said, sitting across from them all, "Please tell me how all of you have been," You looked at Sirius first.

You had developed a slight French accent, but only people would notice if they genuinely heard you.

Both Remus and James side-eyed Sirius, who looked shellshocked, "Well, I've just been focusing on school since graduation and just been enjoying summer," He awkwardly laughed, not knowing what to say, "I made Quidditch Co-captain with James,"

Your mouth fell open, "Oh my god, I am so proud of you guys; congratulations," You said happily.

"Thank you," James and Sirius said in unison as you laughed.

"What about you, James?" You asked, looking at him.

"I've been focusing on Quidditch and maybe becoming an Auror in the future when I'm done with my Quidditch career," James responded.

"I remember you always talking about being an Auror; I'm glad you still want to do it," You responded kindly, "What about you, Remus?" You looked at him.

"I've been focusing on becoming a healer or professor since I enjoy helping others," He said as you beamed.

"Well, considering you did help me when I cut my knee on the concrete when we were ten, I would say you are perfectly trained," You joked as Remus grinned.

"What about you, Y/N? What have you been up to?" James asked.

"Well, I hope to become a journalist or a write since it is a dream, but I was going to move back to London with my boyfriend," You said as all of the boys mentally punched themselves, "But then he cheated on me so I might just be alone," You said as the boys grinned from ear to ear.

"Yes!" Sirius said as you raised an eyebrow, "Yes, what an awful thing for him to do; I am so sorry, Y/N," Sirius said.

"Agreed, he must be a bloody fool," Remus added.

"I'm glad he's out of your life," James said, "Uh because, he's a horrible person,"

"Thank you, guys; I am glad I found out before I moved with him here," You said with relief.

Your mother and Euphemia approached the table, your mother sitting next to you and Euphemia sitting across, "I apologize, Fleamont couldn't attend; he has business matters in Rome," Euphemia said in a sweet voice.

"That man always focuses on business," Your mother tsked as Euphemia smiled before your mother looked at the three boys, "Oh my, how you guys have grown," She smiled dearly.

"You don't look like a day over twenty, Ms. L/N," Sirius winked as Remus elbowed him, causing the air to fall out of his lungs.

"Why thank you, dear," Your mother said genuinely as Euphemia glared at Sirius.

"First course is ready!" Minnie said, snapping her fingers to a variety of foods. Your eyes shot in amazement at the different dishes, even some being French.

"Thank you, Minnie," Euphemia said, nodding to the elf as Minnie bowed, disappearing.

"Y/n, how have your studies been at Beaubaxtons?" Euphemia asked, grabbing some potatoes.

"Delightful," You responded, "I know that it seems like a reform school for young girls, but I actually do enjoy it there, and we always watch Quidditch, surprisingly," You said as Euphemia grinned, "I do wish we had our own team though, I would love to play,"

"I'll play with you, Y/N," James said as the table looked at him, "If you ever need a partner," He whispered, digging into his chicken.

You cheerfully looked at him, "I would love to,"

James smiled to himself as Sirius side-eyed James, "And if you ever need another partner, I am here as well," Sirius added, making James kick him from under the table.

"Thank you, Sirius, I would love that as well," You said, still smiling.

Euphemia noticed the two boys rolling her eyes, "And your mother has told me you enjoy reading; Remus might know a thing or two about that," She said.

"I've needed a reading partner. The girls at Beaubaxton read, but they don't have much variety," You chuckled.

"Well, I can assure you that I do," Remus jokingly said as both James and Sirius glared at him, causing Remus to clear his throat.

"That's great! Considering I will be staying here, that sounds incredible," You said as James nearly spit out his dragon fruit juice.

"The cat seems out of the bag," Your mother said, eating another piece of meat.

"Oh, I apologize; you hadn't told them?" You said, looking at Euphemia.

"Not yet," Euphemia said with a slight smile, "Y/N and her mother will be staying with us for the summer,"

They all felt like they were in a dream that felt like reality; Sirius was close to pinching himself.

If they were thirteen again, they probably would've considered this a chance to have another Peter around, but now, it was entirely different.

You were sweet, still enjoyed Quidditch, and read while being entirely yourself.

You were like a dream.

"Trust me, they are all excited," Euphemia told you as the boys snapped out of the trance.

"That sounds amazi-" Remus started.

"I am so glad-" Sirius beginning.

"I can't wait to-"

They all said simultaneously, making you giggle, "I am excited too."

From then on, the conversations were light with laughs and banter, moving through the courses until Euphemia decided that all the kids needed to go to bed, to which James and Sirius protested.

They were all instructed to guide you to your room, to which you followed them up the stairs until they led you to a room with lavender walls and blue and white bedding.

You stopped them at the door, grinning ear to ear at the room, "Thank you all for leading me to my room," You said as they all said you were welcome at the same time.

You giggled, "I missed you guys so much," You said, hugging all of their tall figures with a kiss on each of their cheeks, "Goodnight, I will see you tomorrow,"

They all stuttered a goodnight as you closed the door.

And the Marauders didn't know they could ever want something so wrong.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Prompt idea for Easter?

Harry, Peter 1, Peter 2, and Peter 3 and their GF'S have an easter egg hunt BUT....each egg they find has a different tickle spot inside! I wanted to keep this prompt a little simple because i thought it would be cute to have Harry, Gwen, and MJ involved!

Lee and ler EVERYONE

Easter Egg Hunt

Summary: See prompt above :)

(This was such a fun fic to write! 😁 I changed it just a little to fit in type of tickle with tickle spot and who actually put this all together 😉 Enjoy and Happy Easter :))

"Alright, rules are simple," Peter 2 explained. "You're allowed to search the entire backyard, but no more than two eggs per person."

Harry rolled his eyes. "We know how an Easter egg hunt works Pete."

"I'm just reminding everyone."

MJ adjusted her basket before gently shoving her friend. "Leave him alone Harry, he's just trying to make sure everyone has a good time."

"I know, I'm sorry Pete."

"It's okay Harry."

Peter 3 leaned closer. "I thihink he's just super excited about thihis game."

"I know you are." Harry elbowed his younger friend. "What with tickles on the line."

"No!"

Gwen walked by on her way to grab her basket. "He's lying."

"Gwen!"

The smaller blond plucked one off of the step. "You've been talking about this all week."

"Sh-shush!"

"Awww," Harry teased.

In response, Peter 3 playfully pushed Harry again. "Shuuuush!"

Peter 1 plucked a piece of grass and started wrapping it around his finger. "Two's been talking about it too."

The oldest Peter whirled to the youngest. "So have you!"

"No one's picking on anyone," MJ soothed. "We've all been excited for this."

Gwen held up a hand. "I even got a new set of nails."

MJ held up her hand. "Me too!"

While both girls compared styles, Peter 2 and 3 blushed.

Harry shook his head. "Those two."

"Ihi know," One nodded.

"Alright! We're getting off topic." Two clapped his hands together. "Ready?"

The small group gathered around as Peter 2 set a timer on his phone. "Ready, set . . . Go!"

Everyone scattered across the small yard. Two weeks ago, the three Peters had started talking about Easter memories when the topic of egg hunts had been brought up. With this being their first Easter together, they had wanted to create a egg hunt for the whole family.

MJ jumped on board immediately and Gwen wasn't far behind.

Harry had taken a bit more prompting.

The idea of an Easter egg hunt sounded childish to him when it came from Peter 2, but the moment Peter 1 had danced through the room in delight with Three not far behind, the older friend had quickly changed his tune.

As long as bunny ears were not involved.

The only one to back down from the hunt was Otto. He had told Peter 2 he was planning a a surprise for after the hunt so he did not want to participate.

"I can also be your egg hider. Now no one will know where any of them are prior to the hunt."

However, with a wide range of tastes, choosing candy to place in the eggs had been rough. After recommendation from Otto, the filling had switched from candy to tickle spots.

They had all come together to fill out multiple slips of paper with as many tickle spots as they could think of. Once the slips had been filled, Otto had placed them in the eggs and hidden them all around Two's front yard early this morning.

Two chuckled as he picked up a pale blue egg. "Thihis worked out perfectly."

"Two look!"

The oldest Peter turned to find Peter 1 racing toward him. "Hey Bug! What did you find?"

"I found a yellow one and a green one, but look." Peter 1 shook both of his eggs. "There's something inside!"

Sure enough, when One shook both his eggs, a small rattling noise came from inside.

The oldest Peter lifted his own egg to give it a shake and was greeted by a small rattling of his own. A few inches away, Peter 2 spotted a light green egg laying on it's side.

However, when he picked it up and shook, this one made no sound.

"Huh." Two examined both of his eggs. "Interesting."

"Uno! Dos!"

Two looked up. "Hey Three, do either of your eggs make a noise?"

The taller friend shook his two eggs. "One of them does. Are they supposed to?"

"No, they're only supposed to have slips of paper in them."

One rotated his yellow egg. "Then what's in ours?"

"Maybe it's certain colors?" Two offered.

Peter 3 shrugged his shoulders. "No clue bro, but it looks like everyone has theirs. Let's open them together and see what happens."

After talking with Harry and the two girls, the mystery still wasn't clear.

Peter 2 had a blue egg that did rattle and a green one that didn't.

Peter 1 had a yellow one and a green one that both rattled.

MJ had a pale blue egg and pink egg that both rattled.

Gwen had a green egg that rattled and yellow one that didn't.

Peter 3 had a pink egg that did rattle and a green one that didn't.

And Harry had two yellow ones that didn't rattle at all.

Two pinched his nose and muttered. "Otto, what did you do?"

"Why what do you mean my boy?"

The group turned to find the older scientist standing in the doorway of the kitchen. They had a hard time holding back their snickers when the Otto had to duck to avoid having his rabbit ears scrape the doorframe.

"Otto, what's going on?" Two asked.

The older man set a bag on the table. "A special surprise from me to all of you."

Peter 3 raised an eyebrow. "What is that?"

"Part of the surprise." The older scientist turned and headed back out of the room. "But I'll let you all enjoy."

As Otto retreated out of the room, One poked the bag. "It's not alive that's for sure."

"Let's just get this over with," Gwen explained as she opened up the bag.

With great confusion, the smaller blond pulled out a pack of feathers.

A nervous tingle pulled at Two's stomach. "I--- think I know where this is going."

The others at the table slowly started to catch on as Peter 2 opened his light green egg. A piece of paper tumbled to the tabletop, but that was not all.

A small feather floated down shortly after.

"Did---did he. . ."

"Yes Three, he did."

MJ pointed to his other egg. "What's in that one honey?"

"Let's find out," Two replied as he picked up the egg.

When Two opened his second egg, another piece of paper tumbled to the table along with a small wooden object. Closer inspection revealed that the wooden object was painted to resemble a raspberry.

"He did not!" Harry exclaimed.

Peter 3's jaw dropped. "He put a tickle tool in with the tickle spot? That's genius!"

Gwen slapped his arm.

"Ow! Come on, that's super smart!"

MJ held up her hand. She was desperately holding back a smile of her own. "What tickle spots did you get honey?"

Peter 2's face blushed as he unfolded the pieces of paper.

For feather, he got ears.

For raspberry, he got ribs.

Peter 2 already started to giggle nervously. "Those ahare cruhuel!"

MJ cooed. "But they're such good combos."

"Yohou only thihink thahat because it isn't yohou!"

"That's true." The smaller woman wrapped her husband in a hug. "But it's also adorable because it's you."

"Shush!"

While Two's face burned, Harry slipped a feather from the pack. "It'd be a shame to miss out on such sweet giggles."

The oldest Peter's eyes widened.

Gwen reached forward and grabbed her own feather. "I agree with you Harry. It'd be such a shame.

"H-hehey nohow." Two's nervous giggling picked up. "Dohont get ahany bright ideheas."

Peter 1 peeked around Peter 3. "Wehere just follohowing ordehers."

The oldest Peter squeaked as a feather grazed his ear. "Eep!"

Harry chuckled as he repeated the action. "This is thehe behest idea ever."

"Sh---shhh---."

"Awww." Gwen added her feather to his other ear. "Is someone ticklish?"

"EEEH!"Peter 2 turtled into his shoulders.

While the Two was distracted by the feathers, Peter 3 switched places with MJ so he could lift his arms above his head. "Can't forget the ribs!"

"Jeherks!"

MJ lifted his shirt and motioned to Peter 1. "Just following orders."

A moment later, both she and Peter 1 attacked his ribs with raspberries.

"AHH! THAT'S HORRIBLEHEL!"

Two had never had both spots tickled at the same time. It was a lot, but it was kind of fun.

After a few minutes of the tortuous tickles, Two tapped out. The group around him pulled back, allowing him to curl into a giggly ball.

"Aww, did you get all tickled out itsy bitsy?" Harry teased.

The oldest Peter growled as his ears heated up. "Shuhut uhup."

"Aww, he turned into a raspberry."

"Y-you thihink you're soho tohough." Two pointed to both of Harry's eggs. "Why don't yohou go nehext."

Harry's own cheeks turned bright pink. To maintain his dignity, the man jutted out his chin and strode to his eggs.

When he opened them, two feathers fluttered to the table.

"How is that fair!"

Peter 2 smirked. "What about the spohots?"

Harry crossed his arms on the table directly over the slips, the blush on his cheeks growing even darker. "What about them?"

"Come on Harry, you have to play fair," MJ chastised.

The tallest of the group sighed as he uncrossed his arms.

MJ scooped up the papers. "Thank you."

"Just tell me what they are."

"Let's see." The smaller woman opened the slips. "Armpits, and knees."

Instead of freaking out, Harry smirked. "Not as bad as I thought it would be."

"Oho really?" Peter 2 grabbed a feather.

The taller of the two turtled into his shoulders.

To add a bit more of a tease, Peter 2 twirled the feather between his fingers. "Last Ihi checked, you and I wehere pretty equal ohon the armpits."

Harry pulled back a little. "Come on now Pe-hey!"

Suddenly, Harry's arms were pulled over his head by Peter 3. "Both of us remembered."

"Three!"

The tallest Peter picked up a feather. "Just sit back and get ready to giggle."

While Harry was distracted by his arms, Peter 1 sat on the floor and pinned his feet so the backs of his knees were accessible. "Dibs on the knees!"

"Watch ihit Pehete!" Harry tried to still his legs. "Ihi don't wahant toho kick yohou!"

"It's okahay." One used the bottom of the feather to scrith the back of Harry's knees. "I have lihightning fast reflehexes."

The older man quite literally shrieked! He had been expecting the soft plume of the feather so the hard scratch of the point was a surprise.

"Ihi had no idea yohou wehere so ticklish Harry," MJ teased as she helped her husband drag feathers along his armpits. "I wohould have taken soho much advantage ohof thihis."

Harry turtled. "Ihi didn't knohow!"

"I've tickled him a few times, buhut it usually didn't go pahast upper torso." Two snuck a wiggling finger under his chin. "I'll have to keep the other spots in mihind."

Harry's blush darkened. "Keheep ihit toho the ruhules!"

"Oops! Sorry."

While the older three handled the armpits, Gwen and Peter 1 made quick work of his knees.

Harry never regreted and loved wearing shorts more than he did in this moment. Because of the warmer weather he had given it shot with a nice pair of board shorts, but that was either a good thing or a bad thing in this moment.

Peter 2 paused his tickles to study his friend's face.

Harry noticed him from the corner of his eye. "Whahat?"

"That's the happiest I've seen you in a while."

In an instant, Harry's blush grew darker as his smile grew bigger. "Yeheah, I guehess soho."

A smile appeared on the others' faces. It was rare to see Harry Osborne let his guard down.

After a little more friendly torture, Harry was finally released.

"Nohow whose the raspberry?" Peter 2 jabbed.

An elbow was thrown into his side. "Shut uhup."

While Harry caught his breath, Gwen pulled herself up. "Whose next?"

Both Harry and Two turned to MJ.

"Me!"

"Yehes you." Peter 2 snatched her wrist and pulled her close.

"Ah! Peter!"

The oldest Peter wrapped an arm around her waist. "Now what spots are we going for?"

Peter 3 grabbed MJ's blue and pink egg. "These two right?"

"Those are the ones."

"Three! You betrayed me!"

Peter 3 opened the eggs. "We rarely get to tickle you MJ. Besides, rules are rules."

Out fluttered two pieces of paper.

And out dropped two plastic fingers to go with them.

"Not gonna lie, that's a little creepy," Harry commented.

Three shrugged. "How else could he show them?"

"Fair point."

Peter 1 scooted closer to MJ. "What are the spots?"

Three opened both pieces of paper. "For Mrs. Parker we have sides, and hips!"

MJ squeaked.

A smirk spread across Peter 2's face as he squeezed her side. "Aw, are you nervous sweetheart?"

"Eee! Peter!"

Harry teasingly cooed before pinching her other side. "Hohow cute."

MJ squealed and kicked in Harry's direction. "Shuhush!"

The older two boys kept teasing and pinching back and forth. Meanwhile, Gwen gave a gentle squeeze to her hip that had the older redhead kicking her leg as well.

"This is too cute!" Gwen exclaimed.

"DoHON'T ehencohourage theHEEEM!"

To add to the tickleness, Peter 1 and 3 joined in as well. MJ lasted a few more moments before tapping out from the tickles.

"All tickled out?" Two teased.

MJ buried her face into her husband's chest. "Shush."

Peter 2 squeezed her in a hug as she calmed. "Sohorry."

"It wahas fuhun though."

Two gave her a wink. "I'll remember that."

As MJ smacked Two's chest, Harry turned to the remaining three. "And then there were three."

No one made a retort, but a blush spread across all of their faces.

MJ cooed. "They all seem excited."

"Should we just tickle all three of them at once?" Two teased.

Harry stepped closer. "There's three of us and three of them so . . ."

The giggles in the room grew collectively louder.

Two looked between his wife and his friend. "Free for all? Whoever you can catch, you can tickle?"

"Thahat seems fair to mehe." MJ smirked at Harry. "What abohout you?"

Harry smirked back. "Let's do it!"

Without warning, the younger trio bolted while the older three hurried after them.

Harry managed to catch up to the youngest Peter and scooped him over his shoulder. "Gotcha!"

"Eeep!"

The older man chuckled as he strode back to the kitchen table. "Alright Uno, what spots are we getting?"

Peter 1 giggled as he bounced along. "Ihi don't knohow."

"We'll let's take aha lohook shall wehe?"

While keeping One over his shoulder, Harry popped open th eggs.

One was shoulder blades with fingers.

And the other was neck with raspberries.

"Thihis is going toho be fun."

Peter 1 pushed up. "Whahat ahare they?"

"You got back or neck. Take your pick."

"What!"

"If you don't choose one, I'll tickle both."

One's blush got significantly darker, but the smile never left his face.

From Harry's perspective, he could just make out his face. "Awww, does that sound like fun to you?"

One turtled. "Mahaybe . . ."

Harry carefully positioned Peter 1 face first on the table. "Shoulder blades? Neck? Or both?"

"Uhum . . . Ihi . . . Ihi . . ."

"Aww, is he too bashful to answer?"

Harry looked up at Peter 2. And he burst out laughing.

Harry had it easy with an opponent who was shorter than he was. Meanwhile, Peter 2 had "caught" Peter 3 during the chase who was significantly taller than him. To carry him back to the kitchen, Two had the tallest Peter in a fireman carry. Meaning Three's arms and legs dangled almost to the oldest's knees.

"Ihi know, it looks kind of silly with him like this," Two replied.

"Cahan you put mehe dohown now?"

"Promise not to run this time?"

The tallest Peter remained quiet.

"That's what I thought."

"Ahatleast you twoho can pick yours up," a new voice called out.

When the older two turned, they found MJ walking in to the kitchen with Gwen in front of her. She had her arm wrapped around the younger woman's arms but still had some trouble keeping her up from how much both of them were laughing.

Harry readjusted Peter 1. "Whose ready to get started on the tickle party?"

Peter 2 shifted Three down to the floor. "All of us!"

As Two pushed Three down to the floor, he was joined by MJ and Gwen while Harry kept the youngest on the table.

"You guys need the eggs?" Harry asked the other two.

Two nodded and held up his hand as Harry tossed him the two eggs belonging to Three. Two then popped the eggs open to find a wooden raspberry with a slip of paper that read tummy and a feather with a slip of paper that read jaw line.

One furrowed his eyebrows. "Who came up with jaw lihine?"

Gwen glanced over at her boyfriend. "Yohou sealed your ohown fahate."

"I dihidn't knohow!"

MJ read Gwen's next. "Let's see if you're any better than him."

Inside of Gwen's eggs was a plastic finger for feet and a feather for palms.

Peter 3 smirked. "Whoho sehealed their fate nohow?"

The smaller blonde's face flushed bright red.

"How dihid you two manage to get your own!" Harry exclaimed.

"Luck of the draw Ihi guess," Two added as he rolled up Three's shirt.

Harry tossed them both the pack of feathers. "Ihi guess soho."

MJ slid a feather out of the pack. "Have fun you guys!"

The older two did not need any further prompting. One shriked as his shoulder blades were attacked by Harry's fingers and Three squealed as Peter 2 blew a raspberry into his tummy. Meanwhile, MJ scooted down to Gwen's feet to start tickling there.

"AHH! HARRYHY!" One snorted.

"What's wrong Pete? Are your shoulder blades too tickly?" The older man teased.

"EEEEEE!"

"Yohou know, shoulder blades are probably the worst spot. No matter where you go, you can't squirm them away."

"NOHOT THEEEERE!"

Harry pinched under the youngest's shoulder blades. "Not where? Here? Not here?"

"EEP!"

The older man released the youngest's shoulder blades. He then leaned forward. "Neck raspberries coming up!"

Before One could respond, Harry blew a big raspberry into his neck.

He was almost in time with the raspberries Peter 2 was administering to Peter 3's tummy.

"Twoho, lehets talk abohout thiIIIIS! AHHH! Yohoure killing meheEEEEHEHE!"

"Why are you so dramatic when I give you raspberries?" Peter 2 commented before blowing another raspberry into his side.

"EEEEE!" The tallest Peter placed a hand on Two's head. "Yours ahare too ticklyhy!"

"Thahats a complement." The oldest lifted his head. "Need a break?"

Three nodded.

"Alright." Peter 2 snagged his feather. "Where's that jaw line?"

While Peter 3 had his jaw attacked, MJ skittered her fingers across Gwen's foot.

She wiggled the younger blonde's big toe. "This little bear went to market."

"Ihi forgot abohout thehem!"

MJ wiggled her second toe. "The bear family didn't forget about you. This little bear stayed home."

Gwen squeaked at each toe tickle. "Yohour nahails! Eeehehe!"

"Your tohoes ahare tickly." MJ picked up the feather. "But what abohout those pahalms?"

The kitchen was filled with a symphony of laughter and cackles and snorts as the three were tickled to bits. One by one, the tickles were wound down and the younger trio was reduced to quiet residual giggles.

"Thahat . . . was ahawesohome," One giggled.

Harry helped him up. "Ihi agree."

"Nooohoho, Ihim dehead," Peter 3 groaned.

Two poked his side. "Drama kihing."

MJ helped Gwen up to a sitting position. "I think that wahas the behest Easter ever."

Gwen nodded. "Agreheed."

"So did you enjoy your egg hunt?"

Peter 2 smiled up at Otto. "Yeheah Otto, it was a blast."

Peter 1 pouted. "You were mehean!"

"Didn't I just hear you say it was awesome?"

The youngest Peter blushed and looked away with a bashful grin. "Wehell . . ."

The older scientist gave Peter 1 a look.

"Yohou got mehe."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it little one." Otto's actuators came out from behind his back with a bunch of baskets. "But now it's time for round two."

The whole group started. "What!"

"Don't worry, it's not more tickle spots." Each member of the room was given a basket. "It's the surprise."

Three sat upright. "What's the surprise?"

"You'll see." The older scientist turned and walked out of the room. "Now come."

Hesitantly, the group followed Otto and his actuators as they were led to the backyard once again.

Peter 2's eyes widened. "Wait. Did. . . Did you hide more eggs?"

"A hundred and fifty to be exact."

"When did you get time to hide all of them!" Harry exclaimed.

"What do you think I was doing while you all were having you're tickle fight?"

"You did this? For all of us?" Gwen asked.

Otto smiled. "Yes my dear. For all of you."

"Otto?" MJ stepped closer. "May I ask why?"

"You all are a part of my family now. These are memories family's make together."

"Didn't realize you thought so highly of us?" Harry teased, but even he seemed excited to participate.

Otto smirked at the younger man. "Some family members are ranked higher on the favorite's list than others."

The younger man put a hand to his chest. "Of course, we're at the top."

Peter 2 nudged Otto. "Otto, instead of picking on each other, will you join us?"

"I would be delighted to, but that would be unfair."

Peter 1 wrapped the older scientist's arm in a hug. "Please?"

"I don't want be called a cheater little one."

"We won't!" Three promised.

"You can jump to different teams so you're not just helping one person," Gwen added.

Otto blushed. "Well . . ."

MJ took his other hand. "We don't want to overwhelm you, but we'd love to have you join us Otto."

Please father?

Let's play the game with them!

"Well, if you all are going to insist . . ."

"Absolutely we are." Peter 2 joined his wife.

The older scientist chuckled. "Ahalright, Ihi guess I cahan join in."

The younger people cheered as they scattered to find the hidden eggs. Otto let himself be pulled along into the game. The others were great and did not really need the extra help, but they still pulled him from place to place. While they weren't the most traditional or commonplace, they were still a family of love.

And for now, they were going to enjoy making memories together as a family.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

𝟷.𝟼𝚔 || 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 (PART 4)

♡ ︎ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: After being the forgotten one your whole life, you thought that they wouldn't forget you.

♡ ︎ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: None

♡ ︎ꜱʜɪᴘ: poly!marauders x reader

♡ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ : part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

It had been a few weeks since the fallout between you and the Marauders, and though you’d forgiven Remus, you were still waiting on the others to grovel appropriately. Remus had apologized sincerely, and after some much-needed cuddling, you had let it slide. But the rest of the boys? Not so much.

Today, you and Remus were curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, enjoying a quiet moment together when the door to the common room burst open. James, Sirius, and Peter stumbled in, laughing about some prank they'd pulled earlier in the day.

They stopped dead in their tracks when they saw you and Remus snuggled up. Their eyes narrowed suspiciously as they took in the scene.

"Everything alright between you two?" James asked, his voice laced with curiosity, while Sirius crossed his arms, clearly trying to read the room.

You raised an eyebrow at them, already irritated at the question. "Why wouldn’t it be?"

"Well, you know," Sirius drawled, glancing sideways at James, "since Remus is… Remus. And everything." He tried to sound casual, but you could tell he was fishing.

You crossed your arms, glaring at them. "Oh, now you care to talk about it?"

James blinked. "About what?"

Remus sighed beside you, knowing exactly where this was headed. The rest of the boys exchanged confused glances, still pretending they didn’t know what you were talking about.

"Don't play dumb," you said, sitting up and fixing each of them with an annoyed look. "The fact that none of you thought it necessary to tell me that Remus is a werewolf."

Sirius’s face went slack for a second before he tried to recover. "What?! Remus? A werewolf?" He threw his hands up dramatically. "I had no idea—"

Peter asked, confused, "How'd you figur-"

"Oh, please," you snapped, cutting him off. "With all those very visible scars, the four of you disappearing every full moon, and let’s not forget the howling coming from the Shrieking Shack. Do I look like an idiot to you?"

James bit back a laugh while Peter’s eyes widened in panic.

"And the final clue?" you continued, glaring at each of them. "All of you standing me up on our date the day after the full moon. Even Snape could figure it out!"

The mention of Snape's name made them all freeze. You noticed the exchange of guilty glances between them.

“Wait,” you said, gasping as realization hit. “Snape knew?”

They were all dead silent.

You turned to Remus, narrowing your eyes. "Well, congratulations, Lupin. You're officially back on the list."

Remus groaned dramatically. “Not the list.”

The other three burst into laughter, relieved to hear Remus wasn’t fully off the hook either.

"Alright," James said, stepping forward with a cheeky grin. "What’s it gonna take to get off this list?"

You smirked, finally ready to dole out some consequences. "Remus will be doing all of my assignments for the next six months. Except during the full moon, of course.”

Remus let out a breath of relief. "That's not so bad—"

You cut him off with a wicked smile. "I'm not finished. You’ll also be partnering with Lucius Malfoy in Charms class.”

Remus’s eyes widened in horror. “Nooooo! Anyone but Malfoy!”

You ignored his whining and turned to James, who was now grinning as if he’d already won your forgiveness.

"And Jamie here," you said sweetly, reaching out to pinch his cheek, "is going to switch partners with me in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"That’s alright,” James shrugged, clearly thinking he got off easy. "I can handle that."

You smirked. “Then I’ll have Lily, and you’ll have Snape.”

James’s face fell instantly. “W-wait, hold on. You can’t—”

You cut him off with a grin. “Too late. It’s decided.”

James groaned dramatically, flopping onto the nearest couch as if the world had ended.

Next, you turned to Sirius, who was already bracing himself.

“And Sirius,” you said, drawing out his name, “you’ll be spending every evening studying with me in the library. And we both know how much you hate studying.”

Sirius groaned loudly, but you weren’t done.

"Oh, and one more thing," you added with a smirk. "No sex for one month."

His jaw dropped in horror. "NOOOOOOO!"

James burst out laughing, while Remus patted Sirius on the back sympathetically.

Finally, you turned to Peter, who looked the most nervous of them all. "Pete," you said softly, "I really didn’t want to do this, but you’re going to have to give up sweets and candies for an entire month."

Peter gasped in absolute horror, clutching the chocolate bar he was holding as if his life depended on it. You reached out, gently plucking it from his hand.

"Sorry, Pete. It’s the rules."

Peter fell to his knees, dramatically crying out, “Not my sweets! Anything but my sweets!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the theatrics. The boys were always a handful, but at least now they were going to work to earn their way back into your good graces.

"Don’t worry," you said with a smirk. "I’m sure you’ll all manage… eventually."

They groaned collectively, each already dreading the next few weeks.

But you had to admit, watching them squirm like this? Absolutely worth it.

thank you so much @pandainfinitely for the idea to write the grovelling part!!

[kquil]

Hi lovely hole your well!

Can we get a hufflepuff reader x sirius

Your partnered with him for charms class that's all I've got

HER SMILE | PART 2

LENGTH : 1.4k

TAGS. : sirius being a simp ; cutie pie reader ; oblivious reader ; ravenclaw reader (im sorry for the switch!) ; fluff ; jealous sirius

A/N : hello darling! i'm finally doing well enough and not overthinking enough to tackle my requests, I'm sorry it had to take this long omg! your request is the perfect prompt to a continuation of one of my timestamps though, i hope you don't mind that i had to switch reader to a ravenclaw and enjoy the read regardless <3

PART 1 | NAVI.

Both you and Sirius made for an odd pair; people wouldn’t typically couple you together. An extrovert Gryffindor and a cold Ravenclaw. However, as of recently, many have seen you with Sirius quite often, most notably in classes and especially in partner projects. And it was all Sirius’ doing. 

Your classmates typically hesitated to partner with you, let alone sit by you for classes. They found you boring and rather unnerving to be around. You didn’t appear to enjoy being around people and took work far too seriously, so you’ve grown a bad reputation. It didn’t bother you, though; you understood that you weren’t like other people; your bashfulness manifested into a stone-cold exterior and added to the seriousness underpinning your endeavour for top academic performance. People tend to avoid you but it’s for the best, you like to tell yourself. 

After the transfiguration project with Sirius, however, whereby he was forced to partner with you, he’s kept volunteering to partner with you over and over again. Whether it be partner or group projects, he’s the first in line to be your assigned partner. He finds that the best way of doing this is sitting next to you in Ravenclaw and Gryffindor shared lessons, regardless of whether or not it leaves James, Remus or Peter without a partner. It wasn’t typical of him or anyone to be so eager around you but nobody commented on it. As it happens, many eagerly sat back to watch what would unfold.   

In the extra time Sirius has willingly spent with you in lessons, he’s confessed to the reasoning behind his odd behaviour. “I want to know more about you,” 

That was the first time he or anyone else had seen you so flustered and adorably shy. People couldn’t believe their eyes. However, owing to Sirius’ playboy reputation, it was no surprise that he was the one to draw such a reaction out of you. This was also the first time Sirius had seen a favourable increase in his class grades. Your work ethic and drive for high grades have positively influenced his performance in classes. When Remus pointed this out to him, supportive of his new friendship with you, Sirius was surprised but didn’t linger on the fact too long. He didn’t really care; he was too busy figuring out how to make you smile again and engraving the beautiful image into his brain. 

“He’s just as bad as you are James,” Peter commented, noticing the familiar lovesick look on Sirius as he’s seen with one, James Potter. You and the eldest Black brother were sitting at a distant table in the library, thoroughly going over the material before committing to your project for Charms. 

“What was that?” James comes out of his daze staring at a certain redhead. Peter and Remus share an amused look before shrugging off James’ question. Naturally, James returned to admiring an oblivious Lily Evans as Remus resumed his reading and Peter doodled on the edges of his semi-finished divination essay. 

“At least Sirius is finally focusing on one girl,” Remus comments under his breath. 

“Yeah, it was tiring,” Peter sighs in agreement and leans back with a relieved look on his face. 

“Oh! How interesting,” you comment, leaning into Sirius’ side so as to look over his book, “I didn’t know that…” As you take a moment to read over the passage, Sirius carefully observes the way your pretty features go from enraptured to delighted. Your smile is so pretty… “We have to include that in our joint essay; I’ll note it down, quickly. Good job, Sirius,” your smile is even prettier when it’s turned to him and you praise him openly like that. 

“Do I get a reward?” he asks before he can stop to think about what it is that he’s said. 

“A reward?” you tilt your head in the most adorable fashion, “Our reward will be getting the highest mark in the class,” typically, girls would jump at the opportunity to flirt back and sneak in a kiss or two but your impervious, genuine nature gives Sirius pause. Though, he’s soon throwing his head back and laughing boisterously. The panic on your face, however, reminds him of the library setting and immediately stifles his amusement.  

“You’re odd…” you comment on his strange behaviour and return to your work. But Sirius is unphased and holds his chin up with his palm to shamelessly stare at your side profile. He’s tempted to reach up and tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “Get back to work, Sirius.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You won’t admit it out loud but you quite enjoy Sirius’ company. It isn’t so lonely having him around and he helps you get good grades. He’s also very funny and nice to look at. Though, you suppose that was the main downside. He can prove to be quite the distraction if he wants to be. Nevertheless, you’re happy he has the confidence to sit next to you and willingly volunteer to be your partner for all collaboration projects. Everyone in Hogwarts has admitted to having a favourite marauder and you’re not afraid to admit that he’s your favourite; he’s the easiest to smile around. 

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Sirius was a lover of pushing boundaries. Seeing how far he can push before high-tailing it when the first signs of danger appear was his favourite activity. That was why he was a marauder, that’s why he loved pranks, that’s why he’s been able to see you get flustered over and over again. 

Over every good thing he’s done to contribute to your projects together, no matter how small, he pleads for a reward. After some months, he’s been able to escalate the ‘reward’ from praise to a congratulatory head pat (his animagus influence), to a hug, to cuddling for extended periods to sitting on his lap and kissing him on the cheek. You become lovably ruffled every time and Sirius savours each reaction as if he’s seeing it for the first time. He always stares at you and smiles brightly when you look away. 

He wants to see more of your reactions. He wants to see you do it every day. And he likes knowing that it’s because of him. 

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In the year that passes, Sirius hasn’t failed to be your partner for every project you have in shared classes with Gryffindor. It was only natural that he be your partner for the final term project in D.A.D.A too. As soon as the partner project is announced, you immediately look up and meet eyes with the dark-haired Gryffindor, who had been pressured into sitting with his iconic group of friends. The two of you share a knowing smile. Everyone knows that you’re each other’s partner, nobody would dare interfere with that. 

When the teacher finally allows the class to partner up, however, you’re confronted by a boy you do not know. He looks at you expectantly and asks if you would consider being his partner for the project. You didn’t know what to say. It was utterly lost on you that the more Sirius pulled you from your cold timidity, the more you’ve willingly smiled and showed your sincerity. In turn, the more observant your other classmates have become. 

It became clear to them that you weren’t as cold as you first appear but, because of their ignorance, they overlooked that simply by the unfriendly look you routinely wore. This discovery has led to many of your male classmates growing a new appreciation for you and your unrecognised beauty; they didn’t know someone so cold could be so warm and look so beautiful. It irritated Sirius but he had been able to tolerate it. 

Up until this moment, that is…

“So… will you?” the boy prompts one more time. You don’t know what to say, your innate timidity taking away your voice and rendering your response to a mere shake of your head. ‘No’, the answer was clear. You immediately turn away from the boy and hurry to Sirius, who had observed the boy's audacity with clenched fists and a tight jaw. 

As soon as you are close enough, Sirius pulls you into his arms and tucks your face into the crook of his neck, “you’re mine,” he whispers.

“Wh-what?” You couldn’t believe your ears. 

“I mean– you’re my partner, no one else’s,” smiling up at him, you nod affirmatively and he smiles, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His gentle touch lingers and travels down to trace the line of your jaw. 

“...Do I get a reward for not punching that tosser in the nose?”

“Not punching what?” he laughs at your wide-eyed stare of disbelief.

“For being a Ravenclaw, you’re not very smart,” 

NAVI.

A/N : again, i'm so sorry for the switch but i hope you still enjoyed reading this x

TAGLIST : @marauderssmut @ohmylordydordy @n1ght-vngel @ddeathday (the darlings that wanted a part 2 and had to wait the longest time -- it's a short list so it's an exception to my no taglists rule)

[hurtspideyparker]

Avengers Beach Day !

Tony is under a large beach umbrella, sat on a comfortable chair in bright red swim shorts and a flowy floral cover up. He has a large cooler with drinks, sandwiches and pickles. Also chips. Pepper is beside him reading a book about sustainability.

Natasha is in a simple black two piece swimsuit with large sunglasses, soaking in the sun.

"If anybody stares at my ass I will drown you and make sure your body never washes ashore," she warns as she lays out a towel and stretches out in the sun.

Peter and Thor are the first in the water, but only after Steve makes sure everyone has sunscreen on. "The water actually amplifies the harmful UV rays, so you should reapply in an hour. Don't worry, I'll remind you."

Peter and Clint tell Thor about chicken fighting, which delights him, and they are able to convince Steve to join so they can play. Peter sits on Thor's shoulders, and Clint on Steve's. It takes 4 rounds before Clint realizes Peter is cheating by sticking to Thor so he won't fall down. Peter and Thor switch places, but Thor still wins every time because well... muscles.

-

Bruce sets himself up on a blanket with a book but ends up falling asleep within twenty minutes. He sleeps for 2 hours and gets severely sunburnt.

-

Sam and Bucky sit down in two matching chairs a respectable distance apart, sunglasses on. Bucky is completely still for so long that Sam peeks over to see if he's asleep, his body casting a shadow over the soldier.

"Sam, I swear to god."

"Alright alright just checking, don't get your panties in a twist!"

-

Steve ends up floating around in the water peacefully, spread out like a starfish, while Clint and Peter show off their underwater handstand abilities to Thor. When Thor tries one for himself he ends up kicking Steve in the face. Peter and Clint can't stop laughing while Thor apologizes.

-

Natasha eventually joins the boys in the water, in which Clint begs her to play chicken with him because "all these guys are cheating super freaks!"

Natasha gets on Steve's shoulder and Clint on Thor's.

Natasha wins every round.

Clint grumpily complains about losing for the next half hour until he's distracted by food. (Tony makes fun of him for being such a loser on the ride home and Clint doesn't stop talking about how all his friends are freaks for the next 3 days).

-

Tony calls everyone in for some snacks and drinks, and Peter shakes his wet hair out all over Tony.

"Hey, hey! Watch where you shake that thing, I will hold your sandwich hostage!"

"You can't go to the beach and not get wet Mr. Stark, you're so spoiled. I barely talked you out of bringing that big ugly tent, it was practically a house."

"That's it. Thor, have another ham and cheese," he says as he tosses the sandwich to the god.

"No wait I take it back! Thor stop that's mine!"

-

Afterwards Peter finds a spot with damp sand to start building a castle.

"What are you, five?" Sam asks.

"Hey! I just found these old buckets on the shore and thought it would be fun."

"Mhm, keep telling yourself that boy scout."

"Like you could do any better!"

They stare at each other for a moment.

"Imma 'bout to whoop your ass so hard kid," Sam says as he snatches a bucket from Peter and gets to work a few feet away.

-

Bruce rolls over in his sleep like a gas station hot dog. His other side gets sunburnt.

-

"Kid, I'm ready for a swim. Kid?"

"Not now Mr. Stark, I'm in a sand castle building competition!"

Tony stares down at the teenager with his wild curls covered in sand, filling up a neon pink bucket.

"... move over. Where's your moat? You can't expect to win without a moat."

"The water just absorbs back into the ground," Peter says with a frown.

"Hm. We need insulation. Go back into the water and get stones and kelp. And driftwood for the drawbridge. How much time do we have? Can I get my tools?"

"Hey!" Sam yells, "you can't have help! And definitely no genius engineering toolkit."

"Fine, no tools. But I'm allowed Mr. Stark! Just get someone to help you too," Peter replies as he runs off into the water.

"Son of a- Barnes! Get your ass over here! We need to teach this spiderling some manners."

-

"You should reapply your sunscreen," Steve says while hovering near Natasha lying on her towel.

"Touch me and lose your hand."

-

"Tony, the sun's going to set soon, let's go for a nice walk down the beach."

"Not now Pepper, I gotta finish this brickwork," he says with his face millimeters from the sand as he chisels.

"I wanna go for a romantic walk with my partner. The sunset doesn't wait for anyone, even you Tony Stark."

"Mhm, sure after I finish this battlement."

Pepper huffs.

"Whatever, I'll just go with Natasha."

-

"BRUCE, YOU DIDN'T REAPPLY!"

"Wuh- ow, OW OW OW OW OW OW-"

-

"Okay, times up!" Peter announces.

Tony, Bucky, Peter and Sam all stand up. They step back, scrutinizing each other's work.

"Well obviously ours is better. We have a functional drawbridge," Tony is the first to point out.

"You guys are such freaking nerds. Ours is prettier, and taller. Buck found these beautiful baby conch shells," Sam points out.

"We need judges. Thor!" Peter calls out.

-

"Let's stop here for a second, I need to buy some aloe vera," Natasha points out as she and Pepper pass by a small street of local shops near the beach front.

"Oh, are you feeling burned?"

"No it's for Bruce."

"Now that I think about it, I haven't seen him much today."

Natasha keeps her smirk to herself, purchasing the soothing lotion before heading back out to the street.

"Maybe on our way home we can get some ice cream," Natasha says as she points out the shop. "Bet Cap would like some butter pecan."

Pepper giggles.

-

"Ah, finally, Nat! We need a third judge for our sandcastle competition," Sam waves her over as she and Pepper rejoin the group.

"You have Bruce, Thor, and Steve, what do you need me for?"

"Steve is corrupted!" Peter chimes in.

"He's a partisan of the veteran best friends party. For all we know Bucky used his secret Cap knowledge to rig their castle to the ice pop's liking," Tony explains.

Peter sets his glare onto the man in question, "bet you just go crazy for conch, don't you Steve."

"I'd really rather not be apart of this conversation," Steve tells them.

Bucky turns to the women. "Thor voted for us, and Bruce voted for them. You're the tie-breaker Nat."

Natasha hands the bottle of lotion to Bruce who thanks her sheepishly as she steps up to the castles. She circles them slowly, ducking her head and taking in every crevice.

"Functional?" she asks, pointing at the drawbridge.

"Yes ma'am," Tony smirks.

She steps up to the opposing castle.

"You buy these?" she points to the sea shells adorning the castle.

Bucky lifts his chin, "nope, swam for em. All the work was my own, just short of evicting the previous tennants."

Natasha nods before stepping back.

"I've made my decision. The winner..." they all hold their breath, even Pepper and Steve who have no stakes in the the competition.

"Is Tony and Peter."

Cheers errupt, along with the very loud complaining of the two losers.

"Oh come on man! Ours is bigger, and prettier!" Sam protests.

"Oh really Sam? Is size all that matters? Stark's is functional. I don't know about you but I like a little personality beneath the pretty pretty decorations."

Peter pumps his fists in the air with a "woohoo!" before launching himself at Natasha in tight hug.

"I knew I liked you," Tony interjects as he joins the pair's hug, placing a kiss on both Natasha and Peter's temple.

Bucky rolls his eyes at the gesture and hides an affectionate smile.

"Yeah yeah," Natasha chimes, "let's get out of here so you can buy us ice cream."

-

"What are you gonna go for Rogers? Butter pecan?"

Natasha and Pepper snicker at Tony's comment as they collect their own ice creams from the worker; a chocolate peanut butter cone and a raspberry and lemon sorbet respectively.

"Tony..."

"No, no, I got this. Butterscotch? Rum raisin? Pistachio?"

"I'll have you know my taste buds are very modern. Peter showed me this Thai place and now I'm a regular."

"I'll believe it when I see it," Tony says while grabbing his coffee ice cream.

-

"Kid you're making it too easy. You are genuinely a freaking toddler," Sam says when he spots Peter licking a bubblegum ice cream cone.

"If having a personality is childish then it's no wonder you got cookies and cream, ahembasicbitch." Peter coughs the insult out.

"How dare you, you overgrown Little Tikes ad-"

-

Bucky licks his mint chocolate chip ice cream contentedly in the back of the shop while he watches the others fight.

"What do you think they're on about now?" Clint asks from his left.

Bucky glances at the bubblegum cone in the archer's hand.

"No clue."

-

"AHAHHHAAH"

"What! Vanilla is the best flavour!" Steve tries to argue, although Tony's own laughter rings louder than all other conversation in the room.

"M-modern taste buds AH haha-"

-

Bruce watches with awe and slight concern as Thor happily licks his 3 scoop tall rocky road contentedly.

"You hungry man?"

"Aye, I do enjoy the mallow."

Bruce watches the tower lean in every direction, almost falling several times and looking more dismal with every lick.

He almost says something, but Thor always angles the cone perfectly just in time to save it. Instead, he watches silently while scooping a spoonful of cookie dough from his cup.

-

It seems they got the rest of their bickering out at the shop, as with tired and heat-soaked limbs they pile onto the jet for the ride home.

Tony looks back like a mom driving a mini-van.

"The baby's asleep," he smirks at Pepper who looks back at Peter.

The teenager is dead asleep, mouth wide open and head resting on Natasha's shoulder. She glares when she catches Tony's eyes on the pair and he looks away, glancing at the other passengers.

"I could've sworn Bruce's whole schtick was green. Is he rebranding to red?"

Steve looks over at Tony with a shameful pout, "he forgot to reapply."

Tony quirks an eyebrow but doesn't comment, settling back to cuddle with Pepper.

"Mission success," he whispers into her hairline with a soft kiss.

[poetskings]

@jegulus-microfic | april 5: slap | 1.1k words

James watches on as Regulus plays a card game, surrounded by the family that they have created.

James leans against the doorframe, sipping on a lukewarm cider as he watches Regulus, who’s sitting cross legged in the centre of their living room. He’s in one of James’ old sweaters, the sleeves rolled up to stop them from covering his hands.

James is so in love with him.

Regulus glows, sat surrounded by the people that they love. This is a home that they have created for each other, with each other.

In his hands are two cards, and he watches Remus and Pandora carefully. James knows that he has a +4 and a reverse left, and James is almost certain that he’s going to win.

Remus places down a yellow +2, smirking as Sirius hooks his head over his partner’s shoulder.

Pandora only giggles, placing down another +2, leaving Regulus to slap his +4 down, screaming ‘uno’ before anyone else can place their cards.

He is delighted, his legs uncrossing as he rocks back gently.

“You prick,” Sirius calls, having taken Remus’ side as his partner begrudgingly picks up his ten new cards, grumbling good-naturedly about it.

“Sorry your boyfriend’s a loser, Siri,” Regulus taunts back. He is looser than normal, a glass of wine in his hands that he’s been sipping from intermittently, but he’s not drunk. He’s just comfortable.

Sirius scowls at his brother as Remus plays a green 3, Pandora laying a green 7 and allowing Regulus to place his green Reverse down, declaring him the winner.

There are cheers released from Regulus and his corner, with Mary and Evan having decided early on that Regulus was going to win. James thinks he can see money changing hands between Peter and Marlene, but that’s between them.

Barty and Lily join him, the smell of smoke clinging to their clothes. They’ve come in from the fire escape, James thinks.

“Odd to see you hanging around at the edges of a party,” Barty comments, but James knows he doesn’t mean anything by it.

“Reg is enjoying himself. Didn’t want to interrupt.” James shrugs his shoulders, acting nonchalant.

“You’re good for him, you know?” That makes James pause. Barty’s been hesitant to show James anything other than casual apathy since the pair started dating. “He has people who love him, and that hasn’t changed, but I think you make him aware that it’s okay to accept that love. He’s been in Sirius’ shadow for as long as I’ve known him, and he’s always felt like he’s second choice, but you give him space to be himself. You’ve shown him that he doesn’t have to be Sirius to be loved.”

A distressed noise claws its way out of James’ throat, and Barty pats him on the back before stealing his cider and moving to reclaim a seat near Evan. Lily moves to take his place at James’ side.

“Barty’s right, James. But I also think he’s good for you, too. If he weren’t here you’d be forcing yourself into the centre of the room, even if you needed a break. He lets you switch off, and he doesn’t expect anything from you. I think we take you for granted, sometimes, but he doesn’t.” She turns her head to focus back on the group, and James follows her gaze.

Regulus is looking back at them, mouthing ‘you okay?’ to James. He nods his head in response, but Regulus stands up anyway, heading over to the pair.

“Hey, Lily, I think Pandora needs someone to commiserate with her after her frankly embarrassing Uno performance,” Regulus says, gently teasing his best friend’s failure.

The trio looks over to Pandora, where she’s reading the lines on Sirius’ palm, the two gossiping intently with their heads close together as Remus overlooks the pair, a fond smile on his face. “Oh, she looks positively devastated,” Lily jokes, but heads over to her girlfriend nonetheless. “Look after James, Reg,” she calls over her shoulder.

Regulus takes James’ hand, moving him out of the front room and back through the kitchen, leaving his wine on the side before crawling out the window to take a seat in the fire escape.

James has no choice but to follow him. Wherever Regulus goes, James will always follow.

“Congrats on winning Uno – a truly impressive performance,” James comments, a smirk falling over his face.

Regulus sniggers as he draws two cigarettes out of the pocket of his jacket. “I hope Mary made a killing. Peter should’ve known better than to bet on Remus – he’s useless at card games.”

Wordlessly, Regulus hands a cigarette over to James, cupping a hand around it as he lights it before turning his attention to his own.

The pair smoke in silence. They don’t need words. They never have.

“I love you, Jamie.” Regulus is stubbing his cigarette out as he says this, but it doesn’t dampen the significance of the moment.

Those words are always significant to James. Regulus is sparing with them; hesitant to express his emotions with words. It’s okay; he shows James that he loves him in a million other ways, but sometimes James needs to hear it.

This is one of those times, and Regulus knows. Regulus always knows.

James doesn’t say anything back; doesn’t have to.

He stubs his cigarette out, leaning over to kiss his boyfriend. It’s soft, tender. Regulus tastes of smoke and red wine, and James loves him.

Regulus pulls back, resting his forehead against James’ before pressing a soft kiss to his lips, to his cheek, to his forehead. “Let’s go back inside.”

James registers the goose bumps that have appeared on his arm, and he nods.

The couple head back in to rejoin their friends. The living room has a warm glow to it, filled with life and laughter and so much love.

“Welcome back, you two,” Remus comments, dropping down from the sofa where he’d taken up residence to sit beside Sirius.

“I hope neither of you were doing anything untoward.” Sirius looks over at them, an eyebrow raising. Regulus only raises an eyebrow in return.

“Piss off, Siri, everyone knows that if anyone’s going to do anything untoward on a fire escape it’s you and Remus,” Regulus bites at his brother, but there’s no real anger in it.

Peter releases a bark of laughter as Sirius buries his face in Remus’ chest. Regulus has won this round.

James draws his boyfriend across the living room, to the sofa that Remus has just evacuated, and the pair curl up together. It’s instinctual, as easy as breathing. Regulus fits himself to James and James fits himself to Regulus. They are two parts of the same whole; two parts of the same soul.

James rests his chin on Regulus’ shoulder and looks out at his friends, at his family.

Regulus is in his arms and he is home.

[spiderfunkz]

hi! i’d love to know abt your fav headcanon(s) for tasm!peter and maybe a little oneshot of said headcanon(s)?

peter parker falls in love HARDDDDD!! i love him and his nerdy ass like aaaaghhhhhh. he's so cutesy and skrunkly i just wanna throw a rock at him 💕

peter parker is the type of person to go head over heels when he likes someone!! the type of person to steal a glance every time you're not looking. the type of person to secretly hope he'd get partnered up with you during class. the type of person to practice in front of the mirror before finally talking to you.

he's the type of person to notice every little thing about you. the pins on your bag of your favorite artists? he can name five songs. your favorite flowers? he walks past the flower shop every morning, hoping to buy you some one day. the way you always have that one mood ring on your finger, he finds it adorable.

he goes so flustered whenever you catch him glancing at you. his face turns all red and he starts giggling actually, your probably the reason he skips to school everyday, hands in pockets, twirling around in pure joy and excitement.

he'll brag to his friends on how he talked to you when in reality it was him saying happy birthday and you replying with a thank you along with a smile that surely gave him a cavity.

to summarize it up. peter parker doesn't just like someone. he loves them. pure admiration, adoration, infatuation, smitten. you're the light in his heart, the butterfly in a field of wildflowers, the red tulip in a field of white tulips.

peter has liked you for a while now.

it was a long day of classes, he could've just skipped but aunt may found out he was doing that too much and got pretty mad. besides, it's just one more class. a class he never really had to try in. should be easy right?

yes, but no.

you just switched classes to biology. sitting in the only empty chair, just two chairs away from peter. he saw you, and that's when he knew.

you were never late, unlike peter. every time he comes in you're already there, smiling awkwardly at the situation as mrs. moore lectured him. but what's the point? peter wasn't listening, he was too busy figuring out what emotion was on your mood ring, and spoiler alert! it was love.

it took him a lot of convincing and reassurance from gwen, but he finally got the courage to talk to you. not about how the weather is, or the same old "did you do the _ assignment yet?". he was going to ask you out on a totally friends-only, platonic date ( that goes so well it will end up with you and him holding hands! ).

"hi!" peter smiled, his hand playing with his hair. "hey, peter." he seemed nervous, you were too.

"um, so, i was wondering if you.. would.." he looked everywhere but your eyes, "..that if we could, maybe, um.. hangout? together? if you want to. obviously, you don't have to but um-"

"no yeah, i would love to peter!" you smiled. was it hot? it felt hot, your face felt hot, does peter notice? he probably does.

peter's heart was racing through a field, it was winning first place. "okay, good- great! i could um. pick you up? i'll text you. you have my number right? i could just um- you know..." he played with the hem of his jacket.

you nodded, "yeah i do." — "okay, we could meetup somewhere.. maybe the park? is that boring? the cinema? anything you'd like, i'm fine with anything you know. or we could just.. hang.."

you smile, "sure."

"really?"

"yeah definitely, either one. or we could do all of them, i've got nothing to do." — "okay, that's super! super- cool.. super cool. i'll text you, is that okay?"

you nodded, "of course."

"okay, i um- i'll go now. i should go now. i'll see you? later?" peter asks.

"yeah okay!" you wave happily as he walks backwards towards the exit, nearly bumping into 2, no, 3 now, students.

"text me!" you yell out.

peter nodded eagerly.

he walks out, knowing gwen is not gonna hear the end of this.

[soraphic]

you're gripping peter so hard you feel woozy,the contracting muscles of his biceps rippling under your palms as you wailed -- "oh,god! pete!"

one of your legs was secured against his pistoning hip,his spidey-strength had him holding your entire body weight with one arm,tilting you slightly upwards in a way that had him fucking you so deeply you felt him in your stomach.

his other was at your waist,his flat palm nearly the size of your torso,using it to pull and twist you at an angle that satisfied you both. you often caught yourself wondering whether his sheer size,in more ways than one, was an effect of the bite or if he was just blessed by birth.

"such a pretty girl." he cooed,bringing a hand to run through your hair,lightly massaging your scalp in a way that had you purring.

he could tell by the glint in your eyes accompanied by the excessive gnawing at your lip,you needed more. he wanted you speechless. so,he lowered your ass to the bed,slightly tugging your body forward as he manoeuvred your legs securely over his shoulders,your thighs pressed tightly to his chest while he drilled into you.

the new position had you reeling,head thrashing against the pillows and a loud screech being ripped from you - "peter!"

"i know,baby,i know," wet kisses were placed against your ankle,his legs flexing as he used the muscle he had to pound into you.

there was a sudden flash of lights outside the window,blue and red pouring over the both of you,accompanied by the wail of sirens flooding the room. your head snapped to peter,knowing what that meant but still somewhat hopeful.

peter was biting down on his bottom lip,one hand splayed across your stomach as he concentrated on getting you where he needed you. he was pushing as deep as he possibly could,applying pressure to where he could feel himself slipping inside you in the hopes it would have you falling apart quicker.

there was a vibration on the nightstand,both of you audibly groaning at the contact name 'yuri watanabe',though yours ended in more of a moan.

"i need you to cum for me,baby,can you do that?" he leaned back against his heels,hitting you from an entirely different angle that had you crying out,red nails coming to scratch at his abs.

"hm?" he punctuated it with a particularly forceful thrust.

"yes! for you!" your eyes were screwed shut,mouth agape and ear splitting mewls leaving you.

"'atta girl." his thumb jutted out to rub circles at your clit,jaw clenched in deep focus.

the sounds of chaos outside were growing more prevalent,peters sense desperately dragging him to your window while he fought it off. what kind of a hero would he be if he left his girl high-and-dry to go stop some amateur bank robbery?

his movements against your clit sped up,switching from rubbing soft circles to expertly flicking the bud the way he knew you liked. he had you coming shortly after,clenching around him and almost deafening him with your squeals.

you focused on catching your breath,eyes heavy-lidded and basking in the aftermath of your orgasm. they opened to the sight of your boyfriend,mask in hand and kitted up,perched over your window sill. "wait! but- pete,you didn't finish?"

his head snapped to his phone vibrating once again on the dresser,which felt a lot more obnoxious this time,although he was thankful for the reminder. he had almost forgotten it.

he was over to your side of the room in less than 3 steps,pressing a kiss to your forehead while he snagged his phone. "i'll be just fine,baby,don't worry about it."

in a flash he was repositioned at the window once again,giving you one glance and a cheeky smile before pulling his mask over his face and diving out into the city.

the soft thwips of his web shooters grew quieter,more distant,as you eventually settled into bed,thinking of how you would repay him when he got back.