#switch peter 3

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Maybe a prompt idea? Im kinda new to this so i hope you like it! This is a summer prompt idea!

Maybe Gwen is relaxing on a lounge chair or sunbathing and Peter 3 being the goofy bf he is, decides he wants to sneak up and tickle her. But at first she doesn't know what it is, she feels something scratch her foot and she keeps feeling it but no one is there so she brushes it off! Then Peter 3 kinda popping up like "surprise" and Gwen is just like "i knew it"

Lee!gwen ler!peter3

Pool Antics

Summary: See prompt above 😄

(This idea was so funny and it made me chuckle just to think about it ❤️ I can totally see Peter 3 doing this to his poor girlfriend until she finally retaliates 😁 Hope you enjoy Anon, and happy summer everyone! :))

There it was again. That annoying little tickle along the bottom of her foot. And of course, when she looked, no one was there.

Gwen huffed. "Peter, I know it's you."

No response came, just the sound of voices chattering and laughing along the pool area. Speaking of her slightly obnoxious boyfriend, where was he?

Gwen scanned the pool until she saw a head of brown hair moving along the side of the pool. It almost appeared like he was climbing along the side of the pool wall. The young blonde rolled her eyes before promptly closing them. As long as he was occupied, he wouldn't keep messing with her.

That hope lasted a minute before another finger glided up her foot.

Gwen immediately opened her eyes and yanked her feet away. "Peter!"

But there was the head of brown hair bobbing around the pool.

"If it's not him, then who---?"

That's when a suppressed huff came from under the chair she was in.

Gwen immediately stiffened. "Peter?"

No response came.

The young blond moved to peek under the chair when a familiar face suddenly popped into view. "Surprise!"

Gwen squealed and immediately curled into a ball. "Peter!"

The taller man grinned. "The one and only."

Gwen looked between her boyfriend and the head of brown hair she had been following earlier. That's when the person popped into view. It was Peter 1 bobbing along the pool, not her boyfriend.

Gwen groaned. "I knew it was you!"

"How dihid yohou not see mehe? I've been under thehere for lihike 5 minutes."

The smaller blond motioned to the youngest playing along the side of the pool. "I thought that he was you!"

One must have sensed they were talking about him. He turned and waved to the two before another figure appeared behind him and pulled him under. A second later, One went flying before Two popped his head up out of the water.

Three chuckled at the other two. When he looked back, Gwen glared at him.

"What?"

"You scared the crap out of me!"

"So?"

"So!" Gwen crossed her arms. "I'm mad at you!"

"Aww, please don't be mad babe. I was just playing!"

Truth be told, Gwen couldn't stay mad at him for long. She knew it was all in good fun, but she still wanted to pout a little.

"Babe, please?" Peter whined as he tried his best puppy dog eyes.

Gwen flicked down her sunglasses and leaned back. "No."

She heard a huff. "Fine."

A second later her glasses were pulled away from her face and she was lifted into someone's arms. "Ack! Peter!"

Peter grinned at her then rushed the pool.

"Peter don't you dare!"

He didn't listen and both of them went soring into the pool. When Gwen resurfaced, she found the culprit grinning next to her.

Gwen smirked. "Oh now you're going to get it!"

She then chased her boyfriend across the pool.

When she finally managed to catch him, Gwen jumped on to Peter's back before digging into his sides.

"Ah! Gwehen! Noho!"

"Tickle, tickle Peter."

Needless to say, today had turned out to be a pretty great day.

[incessantlark]

furry hoffstrahm save me🙏

[n1ghteeea]

how do you think the boys (janine too if you’d like) react when one of them gets hurt (physically, mentally, etc etc) on a bust? 👀

Good question! I think none of them would act irrationally if it’d be a basic injury or scare, but if they saw that whatever happened was more serious than what they usually have to experience, they would absolutely prioritise each other over the job. We kinda see it in “The Bogeyman Is Back” when Egon falls off the building and the others immediately forget all about the ghost, rushing to save and comfort him.

Let’s imagine one of them getting really badly injured by a ghost, bitten to blood for example, kinda like how Peter was (Ray mentions it in the Drool ep), screaming out in pain, which alarms the others.

Egon would get immediately distracted by the scream and rush to the person to provide first aid (he canonically knows it). He would be very collected, maybe a bit frantic, but only asking important questions and not providing much emotional console just because of the heat of the situation.

Peter would run up to the person to hold and guide them to a safe spot, providing physical support and constantly asking if they are okay. During the first aid he’d sit near and ask Egon how bad the injury is.

Ray and Winston would most likely make sure that the others are safe and then focus on keeping the ghost away from their now vulnerable teammates and finishing the job, after which they’d also run up to others and sit near, looking over the injury. Ray would provide his parapsychological knowledge to estimate the danger and treatment of the wound, while Winston would comfort the one who got hurt by half-hugging them or grasping their hand soothingly.

Janine would get immediately worried when the guys would arrive with an injured person on their hands and would make sure to scold them for being too erratic and impulsive on the job, while also being comforting and bringing them hot liquids and overall staying near because she’d be just so concerned.

When it comes to a potential emotional scar from a bust, that can also be seen in “The Bogeyman Is Back” though they fuck it up in the middle of the ep. But I think Egon and Peter would NEVER admit they got traumatised, Ray and Winston would be more willing to open up, but they WOULD read each other like an open book and do everything in their power to provide comfort. They know each other so well that they’d know the perfect way to approach without creating pressure or making the person feel inferior and weak, they’re a family after all.

But yeah, they care a lot and would never leave each other after a bad moment ‼️

[bookshelfpassageway]

Got called out in chat for being bad at marvel rivals for the first time and I’m being SO brave about it o7

[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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[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Not Going Anywhere

Summary: All Peter 1 wanted to do was wake up his older brother 😁

(Fluff. Angst. Tickles. Fluff and Angst and Tickles ❤️ that's really it ❤️)

Peter 1 quietly crept up the stairs occasionally taking a look back. He didn't want Three to see him sneaking away. The older Peter had already stopped him twice.

The first had been right after they had woken up unaided by the oldest's tickling prods. One had headed straight for Peter 2's room, but before he could get his hand on the handle, Three had pulled him away.

"Hey!"

"Let's let him sleep a little longer Bug." Peter had wrapped an arm around One's shoulders and had pulled him close so he could tussle his hair around. "He had a late night last night, remember?"

One pulled out of the hold. "Okahay, I'll leheave him behe."

"Thank you. Now come on, inner me needs some coffee."

The second time came shortly thereafter. It took some bickering but the younger two finally decided on a breakfast and set about getting it ready. Once One had set the last dirty dish in the sink, he had started for the stairs. "I'll go get Two."

"No you don't." Peter 3 had yanked One back by the shirt.

"Ack!" One had stumbled. "Hey!"

Three had wrapped his arms around him and had lifted him up so he couldn't run off.

"Hey! Put me down!"

"Not until you agree to let Peter 2 sleep a little longer."

"But he's already been sleeping a long time!"

"It only seems that way because we went to bed earlier bud." The older Peter had hefted the youngest up higher. "Trust me, he's asleep right now because his body needs it."

"I guess you're right."

"Of course I'm right." The older Peter had plopped the youngest in a kitchen chair. "Now eat your breakfast."

Peter 1 had rolled his eyes. "Sure thing dad."

That comment lead to some playful bickering about respecting your elders before One decided to make this third attempt. By now, it had been almost two and half hours when the younger two had awoken and way past when Peter 2 was usually up.

One started getting worried so he set aside the plate he was drying. "I'll be right back."

Peter 3 raised one eyebrow. "Where are you going?"

In a panic, One blurted out bathroom before hurrying out of the room.

Three must have believed him because Peter One currently found himself sneaking up the last few stairs. A few feet later, he quietly opened the door to Two's room.

The oldest snored loudly as One snuck inside. Once inside, the youngest Peter crept up to Two's bed, inwardly cursing each floor board that creaked under his feet. Thankfully, the eldest stayed asleep the entire time. Once the youngest reached the bed, he carefully climbed in beside his oldest brother then snuggled up close. Instinctively, Two's arm wrapped around the youngest.

Peter 1 giggled as he gave the eldest a forehead kiss which in turn earned him a slight smile.

One's own smile morphed into a mischievous grin as he lifted one of his hands. Two always woke the younger two up with tickles, now it was his turn.

Peter 1 lightly spidered his fingers against Two's neck. "Peter."

The eldest turtled as he began to giggle in his sleep.

The youngest grinned and lightly grazed Peter 2's ears. "Peter?"

Two squeaked but managed to stay asleep.

This prompted Peter 1 to change his tactics. He wiggled and wrapped his eldest brother in a hug before spidering along his back. "Petey."

Peter 2's giggling picked up even more at the gentle tickles and he tried to squirm away. However, he still wouldn't wake up.

"Come on Two, you gotta wake up."

"Mmhmhm, five mohore minuhutes Mahay."

Peter 1 giggled. "Nohope."

Peter 2 pulled his younger brother closer. "Mmm."

The youngest squirmed and hissed, "Don't cuddle me now!"

But the eldest was asleep and couldn't hear One's protest. However, the new angle gave the youngest an idea.

He reached forward and lightly spidered along Two's ribs. "Two."

The eldest squeaked before dissolving into light sleepy giggles. "No Behen."

Peter 1 kept up the light tickles. "Sorry Pete, hehe's nohot here. But I am."

"Thanks Harry."

One felt his heart crack a little. He often forgot how many people the eldest had lost in a short amount of time. His uncle Ben, Norman, Otto, Harry. And each one of them were super close to the oldest too.

One cuddled Two close. "Don't worry Two. I'm never leaving you."

"One?"

The youngest's eyes widened as he turned and tried to squirm away. "Except for right now!"

However, when One tried to get out, Two tightened the hug. "Mmm!"

"No, wait!"

"One."

Three's voice was even closer now.

"Seriously Two!" One hissed as he gently pushed at his brother's arm. "Now is not the time for cuddles! If Three finds me, he's gonna---.

"One."

Three's voice was right outside the door!

So Peter 1 stilled his body and closed his eyes to pretend to be asleep.

He heard the door squeak open followed by the sound of footsteps padding toward the bed. One's heart pounded in his chest as he willed his body to remain still. If Three knew he was awake, he was going to get tickled!

And if that woke up Peter 2, he would be tag teamed for sure.

One bit back a gasp when he felt a weight settle next to him on the bed. The weight shifted until another set of arms wrapped around him. For a brief moment, One believed he had succeeded in tricking Peter 3.

"I know you're still awake," Three whispered.

One still stayed complete still even when one of the hands moved to rest on his side.

"Can't fool me by keeping your eyes closed." Three spidered across One's side. "I can feel your heart racing from here."

The youngest squeaked and curled his knees to his chest.

"There he ihis."

"Threhee, knohock ihit ohoff!" Peter 1 hissed as he squirmed. "Ihim gonnaha wahake him uhup!"

"I know." The older Peter spidered up to One's ribs. "You wanted to wake him up so badly, now you can."

The youngest pushed on Three's hands. "Buhut I wahas gohihing toho ticklehel hihim awahake!"

Three bypassed One's hands and continued tickling. "After I told you to leave him alone?"

One continued trying to grab Three's wrists as he squirmed in Two's hold. "Ihim sorryhy!"

"Too late."

Three managed to get a hold of Peter 1's ribs and squeezed. The youngest tried to muffle his squeals with his hands, but he couldn't stop the one foot that collided with Two.

The eldest started and slowly woke up. "Hmm?"

"Hey Two." Peter 3 continued squeezing along One's ribs. "Nice of you to join the party."

With the eldest now awake, One wrapped his hands around Three's wrists and cackled. "TWOOO! HEHELP!"

The eldest used the hand not currently holding Peter 1 to scrub the sleep out of his eyes. "What's going on?"

"Well, I tried to let you sleep as long as possible, but someone was impatient," Three replied.

"IHIM SORRYHY!"

Two smiled. "Oh really?"

Peter 3 stilled his fingers. "Apparently he wanted to tickle yohou awahake."

"Did he nohow?"

"Yehep!" One squirmed. "And ihit fahailed so let's forgehet ihit happened!"

Peter 2 gave Three a wink before pulling Peter 1 onto his back. "Now do you really think I can do that? Without revenge?"

Peter 1 stilled while his giggling picked up. "Yehes! Plehease!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Some people just never learn, do they Three?"

"Nohope. They just need constant reminders."

One whined. "Guys."

"Aww." Peter 2 nuzzled his face into One's cheek. "Is someone impatient for tickles?"

One squeaked. "Hehey!"

"Pardon my morning breheath," Two teased as he playfully blew a stream of air into One's face.

One scrunched up his nose. "Eww! Gross!"

Three chuckled. "He hasn't eheven hahad his coffee yehet."

Two squeezed along One's side. "Yeheah, cohount your blessings."

"Eep! Ehehehe!"

"Then agahain, this is a better wake up call thahan ahany coffee."

The youngest Peter pulled his knees to his chest and rolled so he could curl into his oldest brother's chest.

Peter 2 chuckled as he rested his chin on One's head. Then he spidered along the youngest's back.

"Ah! NohoHOOO Peteher TwohoOOOO!"

"Just using thehe spots availablehel."

Peter 1 tried to roll back over, but Two's arm was wrapped around him. "Yohou piIIINED mehe!"

"Ihi'm juhust giving you aha huhug."

"Mehanihie!"

Peter 2 pinched the youngest's shoulder blades. "Ticklish."

With a squeal and a twist, Peter 1 managed to pull himself back on to his back.

Both older brothers shared a look over the little giggling ball of baby brother.

Peter 3 counted, "Three, two, one."

Before Peter 1 could process the situation both Peter 2 and 3 were kissing and nuzzling into his face neck while their hands tickled his sides and stomach. "AHH! WAHAIT! NAHAHA!"

"Aww, tickle tickle little brother."

"Youwre sow cuwte!"

"I couwld juwst eawt youw uwp."

"Omnomnomnom!"

Poor Peter 1 didn't know what to do with his hands. They jumped up and down like they were debating which spot to protect first before wrapping around himself and sending the ticklish energy down to his legs. This turned him into a squealing, kicking, snorting mess in between two tickle monsters. However, it wasn't a bad feeling. In fact, it made him feel warm and tingly and loved.

But even love had it's limits and One eventually reached his. "OKAHAHAY! OHOKAHAY!"

Both older brothers pulled back.

One sagged into the mattress and took some calming breaths. "N-noho mohore plehease."

Peter 2 nodded. "All tickled out?"

Peter 1 nodded back before curling back into Two's hold.

Three pouted. "How come he's getting all the cuddles?"

Two stuck his tongue out at the middle brother. "Ha ha."

And One giggled.

Peter 3 dramatically gasped. "How dare!"

"Myhy tuhurn today."

Three whined and made grabby hands. "Gimmie!"

"Nooo!"

The youngest turned to Peter 3. "Can I be Two's cuddle buddy today?"

Both older Peter's eyes were shocked at the request. Normally it was hard to get One to cuddle for long periods unless he was sick.

"I-I'm sorry, just for today? I-I can cuddle with you tomorrow."

Three smiled. "It's okay Bug. Sometimes you just need an older brother snuggle."

"R-really? Y-you're sure?"

"Of course." Three ruffled One's hair. "I've had days like that before. But I am expecting retribution cuddles later."

Peter 1 grinned. "Okahay."

Three chuckled. "Come onhon. Two still needs to eat his breakfast."

The eldest rolled his eyes. "Yes dahad."

The middle brother shoved Two before hopping out of the bed. "I'm going to go make more coffee. Have fun you two!"

"Thahanks."

Once Three was out of sight, Two cuddle closer to the youngest. "What's up with you Bug?"

"Do you miss them?"

"Miss who Bug?"

One looked back up at Two. "All of them. T--the ones you lost?"

It took the info a moment to click. "Are you missing someone Bug?"

Peter 1 shook his head. "No, I'm asking you."

"D-did I say something?"

"When I tried to tickle you awake, y-you called me May, Ben, and Harry."

Peter 2's eyes widened. He had been dreaming about all three of those people, but he hadn't known he called One those names.

"It's okay, I know what that's like." The youngest cuddled into Two's arms. "And I want you to know---I'm not leaving you ever."

". . . Don't make promises you can't keep."

"I'm not. We spider folk have to stick together ya know?"

Two played with Peter 1's curls. "But not forever. You're going to grow up, get your own family, and have too many responsibilities to think of little old me."

"No!" One's eyes widened. "I'm never ever going to forget you!"

"What about when you graduate and move on to a new job that isn't pizza delivery?"

"I'll still come over every weekend and tell you all about it."

That put a small smile on Two's face. "What about when you have kids of your own?"

"I'll bring them to visit you too!"

The eldest chuckled. "Oho reheally? What are they going to call mehe? Uncle Two?"

"Noho."

Two gave his younger brother a side eye. "What are they going to call me then?"

"Grumpus."

Peter 2's jaw dropped. "Grumpuhus!"

Peter 1 grinned as giggles poured out of his mouth.

"Nohow you're gonna gehet it!" Two pulled the youngest close and ground his knuckles into the top of his head. "Come here!"

"Ack! Twoho!"

"What?" The eldest lifted his arm a little more and slide One's face under. "Don't tehell mehe my armpits smell tohoo."

One immediately shoved the eldest away. "Ehehewww! Yohou're so weheird!"

"Ohonly wihith you."

Both of them shared a grin before One launched himself on top of Peter 2 again. "Love yohou Twoho . . . I never want to forget you guys."

Two wrapped One in a hug. "Me neither Bug. You two are the best little brothers a guy could ask for."

For a solid minute, the two quietly enjoyed each other's company before Peter 2 finally got out of bed. "Come on, Three's going to be looking for us if we don't get downstairs."

The eldest headed toward the door, but paused when he noticed he wasn't being followed. When he turned back around, One was still sitting on the bed.

Two stepped back toward him. "You okay Bug?"

Instead of responding, he held out his hands to the oldest. "Can I hold you?"

Peter 2 beamed as he lifted One into his arms. "Of course. It's still cuddle time after all."

One day, the youngest would be too big to pick up and tote around or too big to believe he actually needed his older brother. However, until that time came, Two would gladly scoop him up and cuddle him close.

He wasn't going anywhere for a long long time.

[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.”  

[la2yn0va]

Some intro dialogues with their s/o

Game: Marvel Rivals

Characters: Magik, Luna, Star Lord, Winter Soldier

(Short cause I still need to learn the lore of this game and the characters)

——

Magik

Magik: Stay close. I’ll prevent any of your blood being spilled.

M/n: That’s sweet Illyana. But I can take—

Magik: I wasn’t. Asking.

…

M/n: Magik, Whoever gets the least KO’s pays for dinner

Magik: Hmm? Do you truly wish for defeat this much love?

M/n: Don’t worry, your dinner will be you eating those words.

….

Magik: With us fighting together, our victory is assured.

M/n: Obviously, just feel bad that they’ll go back to their timeline with their pride destroyed.

Magik: That’s not the only thing that’ll be broken.

…

M/n: Illyana, is it cool if you do the heavy lifting? I’m getting sleepy.

Magik: I do not mind. Come. I’ll allow you to rest on me.

M/n: During battle…? Yeah no, better if I just power through.

Luna Snow

Luna: M/n—

M/n: I’m not singing to you.

Luna:…sheesh… could’ve at least let me finish saying it.

….

M/n: Seol, keep me alive yeah?

Luna: Duh~ I wouldn’t love you the same if you were dead.

M/n: Right…that was a stupid thing to say

…

Luna: M/n! We gotta finish this quick!

M/n: Uh… why?

Luna: Our reservation for that fancy restaurant is in 3 hours!

…

M/n: Think about it Luna. This is definitely better quality time then having to be bombarded with the paparazzi and media.

Luna: Yeah.. least this way I can assault without it being a crime.

M/n: Now your learning my language hot stuff. Or.. cold stuff….?

Star Lord

Peter: Aww yeah!! Time to—!!

M/n: Quill. Loud doesn’t equal attractiveness.

Peter: okay sorry.

…

M/n: Yo Pete! Got some bangers on that headphone?

Peter: Ya know it hot stuff!

M/n: Well don’t hog it, come on over space boy

….

Peter: Hey! After this, let’s go to the bar!

M/n: Pete… I don’t want to have—

Peter: Da— HA HO HEE wait! Hold on! I didn’t— why would you—!

…

M/n: Peter, if you carry this battle, I’ll kiss you.

Peter: Only one kiss? Come on babe, I come in high demand.

M/n:…Two and half kisses.

Winter Soldier

Bucky: Long way from Brooklyn, ay m/n?

M/n: As long as I’m with you, I’ll always be content

Bucky: You always know how to lighten my mood.

….

M/n: What else can that metal arm do?

Bucky: Uh… now isn’t the time to—

M/n: Dude, I was talking about battle. Save that stuff for the bedroom. 

…

Bucky: If hydra comes from you, I’ll end them

M/n: Pretty sure you’d do that anyway. But it’s nice to know you’re protective of me.

Bucky: Obviously.

….

M/n: Bucky, wanna switch weapons for this?

Bucky: Nah. Don’t think I can handle anything you have going on.

M/n: Oh? We oughta test that theory out.

…

The end, this shit sucked 😭

[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)

[saintsenara]

Top five most kinky Harry Potter characters vs top ten least kinky Harry Potter characters, go.

Personally I think Voldemort is probably into roleplay.

thank you very much for the ask, anon. what an important question.

the top five ten kinky legends in the series are obviously:

1. harry potter, who hears mcgonagall say the word "wood" and immediately thinks he's going to be caned. 2. peeves. he's the ultimate switch: filch's dom - in public, no less! - but the bloody baron's sub. 3. parvati patil, since she canonically fancies a horse and isn't shy about letting people know it. 4. percy weasley. he spends most of chamber of secrets fucking in public places and clearly gets off on the thrill of being caught, and then in prisoner of azkaban it's revealed that he and penelope also have a findom dynamic to their relationship. 5. rodolphus lestrange. let's be real, he invented the cuck chair. 6. nagini, who makes dozens of people watch - for fucking hours, presumably, given how long it takes snakes to finish a meal - as she eats charity burbage. 7. barty crouch jr. - he involves the entire government in his daddy kink, leaves several people dead while doing it, and doesn't even get to enjoy the newly-resurrected voldemort whacking on a double-breasted suit and saying he's proud of him. 8. dobby, who would make such a good sadist dom if he did the basic fucking work of understanding that you have to ask other people's permission before you try to break their bones with cursed bludgers. 9. petunia. idk i just get a vibe from her. 10. horace slughorn, who canonically ejaculates in a room full of people.

and the ten vanilla heroes? well, they're obviously:

1. hermione granger. she canonically doesn't enjoy anything too out of the ordinary - she likes candles and things being as expected and receiving lots of eye contact from her hot husband, and i love that for her. 2. nearly headless nick, who's clearly excluded from the headless hunt because they know he wouldn't enjoy the fact that they're swingers. 3. albus dumbledore. not because i think his tastes don't align with the kinkier side of life, but because he's unwilling to live a little and try out a bit of exploratory fun. although this is understandable, given what aberforth's into... 4. crookshanks, who famously disapproves of any form of rowdiness and who hates canonical voyeur peter pettigrew. 5. dolores umbridge, due to her canonical revulsion for monster-fucking. 6. borgin, who wants no part in either lucius or draco malfoy's attempts to dominate him. 7. james and lily potter. they absolutely fuck - obviously - but i think the reason they fuck so well is because they stick to the fucking they're good at. 8. cornelius fudge, because if he was into kink then he'd enjoy scrimgeour negging him in front of the prime minister more than he canonically does. 9. sirius black, which i accept is a controversial one, but his repeated failure to take the hint in order of the phoenix that both snape and kreacher want him to tie them up and call them a little bitch means it's the only viable conclusion... 10. draco malfoy, as a natural reaction to being made to observe his father's flagrant humiliation kink while the dark lord lives in their house.

and when it comes to lord voldemort himself? well, the thing we have to remember is that deviance thrives on the subversion of expectations.

which is to say, the idea that voldemort would be into things like blood-play and leather gimp masks and humiliating his partners? stale. flavourless. tired. uninspiring.

the idea that he's got a praise kink, wants to be showered with presents and gently caressed, and gets off on being told how worthy of love he is? objectively correct.

[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.