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do u think u can do a Peter Parker x reader where reader is gone for a while and has her phone off, and Peter gets super scared only to find out sheâs alright?? I love ur work uâre the best xx
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pairing: peter parker x reader
a/n: thank you for the request !!!! i had this written, then I decided to rewrite it lmao. I pictured college pete but Im not sure if I specified, also not sure if anyone saw my post abt writing a fic inspired by âpeterâ by taylor swift but i think im going to start working on that and that its gonna be a mini seriesđ.... so stay tuned and request something in the meantime !!
warnings: none
masterlist, requests are open !!
âThatâs not what I said!â
âOh? Well, thatâs what I heard.â
You two had been going at it for a while now. Peter had missed yet another date youâd both planned. Itâd been a while since you both spent time together, and you thought he was finally going to change that. Until he just stood you up again.Â
Youâd thought after moving in together, youâd see him all the time. The opposite was true. He was always out, either on patrol, at Stark Tower, or wherever else his Superhero duties took him. The problem was, that place never seemed to be with you.
âY/NÂ please-â
âNo, Peter! Iâm sick of it! I try to be understanding, I really do, I try to give you grace, but every time I do itâs like you just make it worse.â You sighed and ran a hand through your hair, âHonestly at this point, it feels like you donât even care anymore.â
His face fell. âCome on baby. You can't seriously think that! It was just a mistake, I won't do it again.â
You nodded, âRight. Think Iâve heard that one before.â You turned around and walked towards your shared bedroom.
âWoah, hey. Wait a minute, whereâre you going?â His voice was hurt, and you almost felt bad for turning your back.
Shaking your head and looked down at your dress. Youâd gotten all dressed up, expecting a nice dinner followed by a walk in the park. You said, âIâm tired, Iâm gonna change and get ready for bed. Sorry, but hey, at least now your schedule is freed up,â you gave him a weak smile, âYou donât have to worry about me.â
âY/N you know itâs not like that. Look youâre all dressed up,â he reached for your arm, âwe can still go out. Please, let me make it up to youâ
Looking into his eyes, it took everything in you to pull away.Â
âPeter,â you whispered, voice so quiet, yet so full of emotion.Â
âI donât want us to fight,â he begged.Â
'Weâre not fighting, not anymore. I just want to be alone.â
âOkay.â He nodded, but still kept his hand on you, reluctant to let go. âIâll sleep on the couch?â
You nodded, not trusting your voice right now.
He deflated. He wasnât exactly expecting you to object, but still. It hurt that you wanted to be away from him so bad.Â
âGood night,â he muttered, watching you walk towards the door with sullen eyes. âIâm right here if you need anything.â
You gave him the tiniest tip of your head, not even bothering to turn around, âNight.â
There was no way he was getting any sleep tonight.
You slept in that day. It was Saturday and you didnât feel like doing anything. Even after you woke up, you stayed in bed scrolling on your phone, heart pounding a little harder when you saw messages from Peter pop up, before effectively sliding them away.
After a few hours of doomscrolling, you stepped out of the room. You could see a throw blanket neatly folded on the couch, you have no idea if heâd even used a pillow. Your heart thrummed with guilt and you decided that tonight he was definitely sleeping on the bed. Or at the very least, youâd sleep on the couch.Â
Walking into the kitchen, you noticed a tray with a note sitting atop a covered plate. When you got closer, you saw that the note held a cheesy breakfast pun. So Peter.
I love you a waffle lot! With a bunch of hearts around it. You couldnât help it, you cracked a smile. He was such a dork. And you loved it.Â
You heated up your breakfast and had gotten well into eating when your phone started ringing. Was it Peter? You didnât really want to speak to him, not yet at least. Youâd kind of hoped you wouldnât have to until tonight-
You picked up your phone and almost let out a sigh of relief when you realized it was just one of your friends, Maddie. Then you felt bad for feeling relieved.Â
You answered the phone. âHey Mads, how's it going.âÂ
âHi Y/N! Good! I was just calling to see if you wanted to go out tonight? Listen, before you say no-â
âNo that sounds great actually,â you cut her off quickly, eager for an excuse to get out of the house. Youâd been canceling plans for way too long in hopes of spending even a moment with Peter, and it seemed as if even your friends had noticed. But no more.
âReally? Great! So there's this raging new club,â she went on, giving you all the details of who was going and who might be there and you listened but barely felt a hint of excitement. You werenât sure if it was because it was a frat party, and those things rarely appealed to you, or if it was lingering feelings from your argument with Peter. Which reminded you why youâd wanted to go out in the first place.Â
âWeâre gonna pregame at my place though, so stop by here and Iâll take you!â She finished, making you smile. Maddie was always sweet, a little more wild than you, but thatâs what made you like her.Â
âSure Maddie, thanks for the invite.â
âOf course, canât wait to see you, I feel like it's been forever since we went out together.â
You let out a small laugh, âI know what you mean. But weâre gonna change that tonight.Â
You said your goodbyes and hung up. You needed to start getting ready soon, despite you just eating breakfast, youâd stayed in all morning and it was pretty late already.Â
You got ready quietly, only a playlist youâd turned on droning in the background as you did your hair and makeup. You walked over to the closet to pick out an outfit and felt a little sad. Usually, Peter was here during this part, helping you pick out something, annoying you when he said you looked beautiful in everything.Â
âPeter! I need real criticism!â
âWell, I canât help it if my girl looks stunning in everything!â
You picked out a nice outfit you deemed fit for clubbing before grabbing a pair of heels and stepping out of your room. Looking around at the empty apartment you realized you should probably let Peter know you werenât going to be home tonight. You didnât feel like calling him though, and if you didnât want to open his messages from earlier either so you decided to take a page out of his book.Â
Grabbing a sticky note, you wrote down the briefest of explanations, before sticking it on your fridge and leaving.Â
He had sent texts saying Good morning!, Do you need anything?, and another explaining heâd be out for a while but heâd made you breakfast, all in hopes of you responding to him. You didnât, but that wasnât too shocking to him. It didnât make it hurt any less though.Â
He knew he fucked up. He knew heâd disappointed you again, let you down again. He knew he deserved this and more. He should be grateful you werenât giving him the more. And he was! But he couldnât help the small selfish part of him that just wished you would let him take you out tonight, or give him something else he could do to make up for it because there was nothing he hated more in the world than when you were mad at him. And he did not want to sleep on the couch again. Sure it was uncomfortable but that was the least of his worries. He hated not sleeping next to you.
That had been his favorite part about the two of you moving into your own place, that he got to hold you every night. After a rough night of patrolling, or working too long on his studies, or a new gadget, he got to go home and hold you, get lost in your touch, and that always made everything better. And it killed him to know you were just down the hall, and he wasnât with you.Â
He tried his best to rush everything, trying to get all his work done for the day so he could spend the whole night with you. He was planning a movie night, bingeing all your favorites. He was gonna give you a proper date, soon, but right now, all that mattered was you two spending time together.Â
On his way home, he stopped at a corner store to grab snacks for the two of you, making sure to get all your favorite ones. He even stopped at a flower shop not far from your apartment to grab you a bouquet and his heart fell when he realized how long itâd been since heâd done this. He definitely deserved the more.Â
He knocked on the door of your apartment a few times and his heart fell as he realized you were either dead set on ignoring him, or you werenât home. When he pulled out his keys and let himself in, he realized it was the latter.Â
Sighing, he set down the bags of snacks and placed the bouquet down as he ran a hand through his hair as he walked around. He entered the kitchen and felt a little better when he saw the dishes heâd used to plate your breakfast were washed and on the drying rack, meaning youâd eaten.Â
He was about to pull out his phone to see if heâd missed a text from you when he saw something on the fridge.Â
âWent out. Be home late.â
His brows furrowed as he read. He didnât know you had plans. Hell, he didnât even know if you had plans now, your note barely explained anything.
All he could do was wait until you came home to sort everything out.
Peter could handle the silent treatment (barely), but what he couldn't handle, was not knowing if you were safe or not. No. That wouldnât fly.Â
Heâd sent you a text when he got home, letting you know he got your note and to have fun and be safe.Â
An hour later, he sent another text. Just as a little check-in. Still no response.Â
It had been about three hours since heâd gotten back when he noticed that his messages had lost the little mark that indicated they were delivered. Weird.Â
He tried to call you, heâd refrained from doing so before because he thought he should let you have your space (which was why, he assumed, youâd left in the first place) but it didnât even ring, he just got sent straight to voicemail.Â
What made him really start to panic, however, was when he went to check your location, which he felt so stupid for not doing before, and it wouldnât load. It kept saying âno location foundâ making his heart beat harder.
This was worse. You were ignoring him, his messages and calls werenât going through. Something was wrong, was your phone off? Were you mugged? Or even worse-
He stopped himself before he could spiral too hard. That wouldnât help, right now, he needed to figure out where you were and if you were okay. He knew you werenât the kind of person who would go out to bars or parties alone. Maybe you went out with a friend? Or maybe you were at a friend's? It was a place to start.Â
He started calling your friends, people he knew you might go out with, and on the fifth call he finally got answers. OrâŚsomething like that.Â
âHello?â Maddie yelled into the phone, making Peter pull his phone away.Â
âHey Maddie, itâs Peter.â
âOh yeah, Y/Nâs dude,â she slurred.Â
âYeah, yeah, Y/Nâs dude. Hey listen, is she with you? She went out tonight but she forgot to tell me where, and now my messages arenât sending.â His pulse was racing. It sounded like Maddie was out, if the blaring music in the background was anything to go off of, and he was desperate to know you were okay.Â
âSorry Patrick, whatâd you say,â she asked making Peterâs brows furrow. They werenât exactly friends, but heâd met Maddie a few times. Enough times for her to know his name was not Patrick.
He shook his head, that didnât matter right now. âY/N. Is she with you, do you go out together?â
âOh!â She exclaimed as if sheâd just remembered something. âYeah, she is!â
Peter let out a sigh of relief.Â
âOr, she was.â He held his breath again.Â
âWhat do you mean âshe wasâ? Where is she?â
âI dunno, she left I think.â Maddie let out a little hum as if to say âtoo bad!â and Peter was sure she must be extremely intoxicated, otherwise there was no way she could be so casual about something like this. He could barely keep himself together.
He ran a hand over his face as he tried not to raise his voice. This was getting frustrating. âShe left? Whereâd she go? Where are you right now?â
âI donât knowâŚshe was bored I think. She was off today. Sâshame, she looked so hot.â
His heart clenched when he realized the reason you were off, was because of him. You didnât have fun, so you left, now he had no idea where you were and it was all his fault.Â
âWhere are you, Maddie?â He repeated.Â
âThat new club on 27th! Get down here Paul, it's so much fun!â She gushed and Peter rolled his eyes. He didnât have time for this.Â
He hung up quickly, not bothering to say goodbye before he got up to put his suit on. He couldn't stand the thought of something happening to you because you were upset and distracted because of him. That you weren't even speaking to him.
There was no way he was going to let anything happen to you.Â
You were walking outside, up and down the sidewalk. You knew it wasnât the safest decision but you didnât really care. The club was stuffy, humid, and way too loud. You just needed to breathe, and then youâd go back. Maybe.Â
You considered hailing a cab and going back home right now. Youâd send Maddie a text, but she probably hadnât noticed youâd left in the first. Sheâd been having a blast, unlike you, drinking shots and dancing with every guy she felt like. You werenât sure she remembered you stopping her to tell her youâd be gone for a bit.Â
On second thought, you were kind of hungry. You hadnât eaten anything other than Peterâs waffles for you that morning and there was an amazing smell floating from a food cart at the end of the block. You could help yourself to something before going home.Â
Before you could reach the food cart, you were flying. Or rather, swinging. You knew who it was right away.Â
Just as fast as heâd snatched you up, Peter put you down on an isolated rooftop, leaving just you and him high above everyone else.
You were about to reprimand him, about to demand an answer as to why heâd just done that, but there wasnât a chance before he was pulling you into a bone-crushing hug.
âPete?â Your voice was soft, you sensed there was something wrong and suddenly any anger or annoyance you held, from now or the night before, disappeared.
âYouâre okay,â he mumbled as if that was his way of an answer.Â
Your brows furrowed. âWellâŚyeah. Why wouldnât I be?â
He pulled away then, taking off his mask, and you saw just how terrified he looked, scaring you as well. There mightâve even been a little red rimming his eyes, making you wonder if he was holding back tears. âI came home and I brought snacks and flowers and I thought we could spend the rest of the night together but saw your note. So I texted you and I get that youâre mad at me-â
âIâm not,â you said, and you meant it. You werenât mad at him, especially right now, seeing him all shaken up like this. âBut what's wrong?â
âMy texts werenât delivering, my calls went straight to voicemail, and I couldnât track your location. Y/N, I got so scared something happened and you werenât talking to me.â He sniffled and your heart broke a little.Â
You reached into your bag and pulled out your phone, but when you tried to turn it onâdead.Â
âGod sweetheart, never do that to me again. Please.â He looked at you desperately, âYell at me. Fight with me. But please never ignore me anymore, I canât stand it.â
âIâm so sorry Petey, I had no idea my phone died. I wouldâve said something I swear. I never want you to worry like that.â Your hands went up to hold his face.Â
He brought a hand to hold your wrist. Gently running his thumb up and down your hand he said, âI always worry about you sweetheart, itâs my job.â
You shook your head, âYou worry about all of New York, I donât need to add on to that.â
âNo,â he said quickly, looking offended youâd even say that, âNo. Never think like that. You are the most important thing in my life, okay? Youâre my first priority and Iâm sorry, Iâm so sorry, that I donât show that or say it enough.
âBut Iâm going to do better, I promise. Iâm going to make it up to you because I canât lose you, I need you Y/N.â
You didnât reply, instead just smashed your lips onto his. His hands slid down to your waist, holding you tight. It was a kiss of forgiveness, of second chances, and new beginnings.
He pulled away first, but not before pressing multiple kisses all around your face. âHeels off baby,â he said as he knelt down and started working on your heel straps, lifting each foot onto his thigh before undoing each one. You didnât even realize how much theyâd been hurting until they were off. âIâm swinging you.â He picked you up swiftly, one arm wrapping itself around your ribs.
You groaned, wrapping your arms around his neck, âPeteyyyy. You know the wind tangles my hair too much.â
âDonât worry,â he said, leaning over to kiss you on the top of your head, âIâll be careful, câmon.â
You move your head to peck his cheek and then hug him tight, âI love you.â
He grinned, pulling you in closer. âI love you more sweetheart.â He leaned back and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. âHold on tight, Spider Monkey.â
You burst into laughter, âYou did not just say that!âÂ
âOh I totally did,â he gave you the goofiest smile, making you laugh again.Â
âOk, justâŚdonât let me go,â you said as you wrapped your arms tighter around him.Â
âNever,â he replied, and something in his voice told you he wasnât just talking about swinging.Â
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Training
Pairing: Peter Parker x f!reader
Summary: Peter has never been able to last enough to take care of you, but as it turns out... practice does make perfect.
Warnings: talk about premature ejaculation, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, sub!peter and lots of pet names for spidey.
he was always so desperate around you. He was always shy about it, but every time you gave him permission his hands never left your body.
He was so fucking in love with you it was actually a little bit scary.
Nobody had ever made him feel the way you did, and not just sex-wise (although goddamn wasn't that the best thing ever), no, but feelings-wise- like he could breathe more easily around you, like he felt light and soft and the word was perfect whenever you were near.
And everything really was perfect... except one little thing.
he couldn't last.
You weren't making it a big deal, being that you were also teaching him every other way he could make you come, but still, he wanted to do it... he so desperately wanted to feel your walls squeeze him as you came that he was willing to do anything... but it was just so hard.
Andit never got easier...
"c'mon baby" you purred, taking his face in your hands "You can do it, think of something else," you said, out of breath as you bounced on his cock "Anything else baby, I'm almost there"
His eyes were shut close.
He'd found that he didn't even stand a chance at lasting more than 2 minutes if he was watching you.
And he tried, he really tried to get his mind to make something up, to will it to find something else to focus on, but-
"you feel so good y/n- I-I can't"
"yes you can" you shut him up with a messy kiss "You wanna be my good boy, baby?" you ask, eliciting a whimper from his throat
"y-yes" he choked out, not sure how he still hadn't burst
"Yeah?" you breathed "Then you're gonna have to be good and wait a little more" you moaned, his dick hitting a particularly good spot "Can you do that for me, baby? can you wait a little more?"
"mh-mh" he hummed, sounding on the verge of tears
"good boy" you moaned, your nails scratching his chest, as he stretched you so incredibly well "fuck-you feel so good" you cried, your voice drowning out the sound of your skin slapping with his "s-so big baby" you moaned again "s-so f-fucking-"
And then, just like that, it happened- the most extraordinary thing he'd ever felt.
You came, you came on his cock- you came because of him (although, let's be honest, you did all the work), and it felt-
he didn't even have words for it, he only groaned louder than he had ever done, and finally (and inevitably) reached his own release as your walls squeezed his dick and your moans filled the air.
He was grinning like an idiot the moment you opened your eyes back up, and you couldn't help but laugh "You liked it?"
"yes" he nodded, still smiling wide "yes very much"
"mhh" you hummed, bashing in your post-orgasmic bliss as you leaned down to kiss him "I told you you could do it honey"
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pairing: bestfriend!peter parker x fem!reader
sypnosis: after peter misses his chance to ask you out to the homecoming dance, he has to suffer the consequences of his own actions
wc: 1200+
a/n: hiii!! i have the urge to write again bc im bored and i dont wanna do my summer course work. this prompt is based on this post and loosely based on that one scene in the movie ladybird when she gets picked up by her date. i wrote this super quickly so not the best but i hope u enjoy :)
peter had it first. he had the idea, the flowers, the poster, your favorite chocolate strawberries all ready for you. until brad davis came in and stole everything.Â
now he has nothing. heâs on your bed munching on the melty strawberries as he watches you get ready for the dance; youâve asked for his help in choosing which dress you should go for.Â
âokay how âbout this one, pete?â the boy glances up at you, mid-chew with his mouth open.Â
his eyes snake over the outfit youâve chosen. you do a swift twirl to show off the pretty soft blue satin dress that falls down to your mid-thigh with an open back. the skirt of your dress rides a bit high revealing a little too much. peter gulps, running his hands down his legs, immediately your sweet honey perfume floods his senses, his brain feels a little fuzzy, and he thinks the room gets smaller while his pants get a tiny bit tighter.
however, your eyes are what he takes in the most. you look eager, nervous about his approval, and hopeful for his admission.
his eyes widen as he gives you a soft nod and a pursed smile, âsuper pretty.â
you stare back at peter, his hair is flared, and you see chocolate smeared on his bottom lip. his posture looks defeated and you canât help but wonder whatâs wrong with him.
you give him a sour yet confused face, âwhy is your face like that?â
peterâs eyebrows furrow at your expression, âmy face- why is my face like what?âÂ
âlikeâŚâ you take a moment to think, âlike- you look like that chef in that one movie with the rat, heâs got that same awkward funny looking face.â
peter barks out a laugh in disbelief, âalfredo linguini?? from ratatouille?!â âyea! that guy.âÂ
the boy in front of you offers you a pout and rubs his eyes, âthanks.â
âsure thing.â peter glazes over your seamless makeup when you take a seat next to him, âso, youâre really not coming? why not? itâll be fun, plus all of our friends are goingâ you whine.Â
peter kicks himself every day since you got asked out to homecoming by brad. he knows he should have made his proposal to you sooner, but now that he missed his chance, he feels like heâs lost you.Â
âoh, so bradâs our friend now? and nah, itâs alright. iâm just gonna go patrolling tonight, might get some good action.â his eyebrows suggestivelyÂ
 you muster up a smirk and breathe out a laugh, âright. maybe youâll find your own âcupid of crimeâ thatâll show you a good time.âÂ
peter groans at you, âoh my god, margot robbie is so-â
honk!
âoh,â your ears perk up at the sudden interruption, âi guess thatâs my date.â you quickly stand up and straighten your dress, taking nervous breaths.Â
âiâm good right? my dress? face? hair?â your fingers run through your shiny locks, âits- iâm, iâm okay?â
peter has an indiscernible look plastered on his face as he gazes out the window and back at you. heâs shocked youâd settle for this, and even more appalled at youâre excitement to go with a douchebag who canât even meet you at the front door. he knows you deserve better than this, and he knows he would treat you so much better with much less than your date. his stomach turns upside down and he feels his face get hot, breathing through his nostrils as he struggles to control his disbelief. he slowly stands up and meets your anxious expression peering up at him.
âyou arenât gonna get in a car with a guy who honks, are you?âÂ
itâs almost as if the entire atmosphere shifts. peter studies your appearance. your face shimmered sanguinely regardless, brighter than the glitter that sparkled atop your eyelids.
it was safe to say you were excited to go to the dance, even if your date wasnât your first choice. you had been waiting endlessly for peter to ask you to homecoming. you were almost depressed at the thought thinking your crush didnât like you back, but even more upset at the fact that your best friend didnât even want to take you as his date, romantically or not.Â
you remembered the feeling of delight swirling through your body as betty gushed about ned asking her to the dance, and mj agreeing to harryâs proposal.Â
you only wanted the same for yourself. the same thrill and warm feeling of someone wanting to take you as their date. you wanted more than anything for it to be peter, but you figured he simply didnât think of you like that as empty time and hopeless anticipation went by. so yes, you did settle for brad davis. heâs only ever been sweet to you, with harmless flirting and sultry smiles in the halls. plus you had a hunch about peterâs displeasing stance on the man, and presumed this may have tipped peter over just the right amount.Â
you simply blink at his desperate eyes and nod, your adamant expression not wavering, âi think, yes, i am.â
you offer him a wistful smile when you brush past him, grabbing your purse on the way.
ây/n, stop.â peterâs fingerâs wrap around your small wrist, your charm bracelet dangling against his hand.
âare you serious? what, the shithead canât walk a few feet and knock on the door like a real man?â
âpeter!â you snatch your wrist back and his hands rise.
you feel heat rushing up your neck and settling behind your ears. you had wanted a reaction out of peter when brad asked you out, yes, but the entitlement he has to mention about the manhood of brad angered you.
âiâm just saying,â he steps back from you, licking his dry lips while he chuckles back at you. âa guy who doesnât have the balls to greet you at your doorstep isnât worth falling for.âÂ
you scoff at him, he was so sweet and now heâs only taking his anger out on you. âwell itâs a good thing that heâs just a friend then. whatâs it to you anyways?â
peter disregards your last statement, âa friend?! y/n/n, listen to me. youâre being naive if you think he just wants to be your friend.â
another honk outside pierces your ears, yet you canât seem to shake your stare on the boy before you. you narrow your eyes at him.
âyou sound jealous.â
peter sputters nonsense out and breaks his eyesight away from you, nervously running his hands through his curls.
âjealous? me? pfft. never. iâm not jealous, iâm- iâm being absolutely reasonable.â
you keep your eyes on him as he looks down at the carpet floor. he sighs and drops down at your chair, scratching the wood on your desk. his head shakes and ever so softly murmurs, âseriously, why are you going out with him?â
peter continues to stare at the rotten wood heâs chipping, âbrad asked me to be his date, so iâm going whether you like it or not. unless,â peter glances back up at you.
âthereâs something youâre not telling me.â
hope bubbles down in your stomach, and you anticipate his confession, waiting to hear the words of his true feelings that you know for certain are deep down inside him.
except, he doesnât.
the boy only blankly stares at your desk, clenching his jaw, and drowns everything inside, letting you down yet another time. you turn away, disappointed in peter, ready to leave him alone for all the false hope and hurt he has caused you.Â
âright, well, when your balls finally drop, let me know. iâll be at the dance with my date.âÂ
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right next door // part one | peter parker
ahhhh new series!!
masterlist!
summary: you move in right next door to a cutie, problem is, he isn't much of a talker. or anything at all. but it's okay, because you're dead-set on getting him to warm up to you.
warnings: mean peter :(
pairing: peter parker x fem!bubbly!reader
word count: 1.9k+ words
you scowled under your breath, absolutely frustrated.
âif you want us to take the boxes up to the fifth level, youâre going to have to pay us extra,â the man spoke, arms crossed. the movers you had hired looked to be twins, around the age of 30, perhaps? they had heavy accents and took you to be a gullible female if they believed that youâd pay an additional 25 dollars for that.
âlook, i included the information about my flat being on the fifth floor, and despite having that knowledge, you took this job. i am not paying you extra, so how about you do this right, okay?â you scoffed in disbelief; you didnât know that moving into a new apartment would be so difficult. all you wanted was for these insufferable men to take your stuff to your flat so you could finally relax.
finally breathe, because you hadnât gotten any âyouâ time since you made the decision to move into a whole new state, which you were starting to regret now.
no, no, independence is always worth it.
probably.
either way, it was nice to get away from your overbearing parents that were currently all the way over in florida.
âlady, we donât got all day, so either pay up, or-â
âiâll take it from here,â a male voice interjected. you looked over to see a brunette, with honey-brown colored eyes and a perfectly sculpted face.
perfectly sculpted.
perfectly.
youâd seen him a couple times when checking out the building. he lived in e11, which was part of the reason youâd moved into e12, right next door. there wasnât anything wrong with wanting a god for a neighbor, right?
that was a rhetorical question, of course there wasnât anything wrong with it.
after poking around (begging your landlord for his name and room number), you found out that he was peter parker from e11.
you watched him walk over and raise an eyebrow at the men, who stood unmoving. âi said we got it from here.â
âyou her boyfriend or something?â
âand what would it be to you?â peter adjusted his position to where his arms were crossed, shirt tight and muscles flexed.
okay, so it wasn't just his face that was perfectly sculpted.
the men exchanged eye contact and shook their heads, sighing. you stuck your tongue out at them, despite the fact they were already walking out the door, backs facing you.
you called out, âand thatâs one star for you guys on yelp!â
brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, you looked back at peter, who was already picking up a box. âoh, hey, you donât have to do that. iâm sure iâll manage.â
âitâs okay. i donât mean to underestimate your strength, but these boxes arenât very light.â
âyes, but-⌠are you sure? i donât want to burden you with this.â
he glanced at you, balancing a box on top of the one he was holding, âitâs no burden. unless you donât want my help, which is a different story altogether.â
âuh, no, nothing like that,â you hesitated. he seemed very stoic, in no mood for small talk, or to converse in general. âbut thanks for what you did. i didnât need the help, i could have handled it on my own, but⌠um, thanks.â
âdid you a favor,â he shrugged, âyou werenât really getting anywhere with that.â
you frowned at his bluntness, but bit back a retort. he was willing to help you, this complete stranger. and for that, you were grateful.
picking up one of the lighter boxes, you followed after him on the stairs. âso⌠um⌠iâm y/n. l/n,â you added after a second.
âpeter parker,â was all he said, and you nodded as if you hadnât previously known that.
ânice to meet you, peter.â
âwhat room do you live in?â
âe12.â you stopped yourself from adding right next to you.
ââkay.â
âwhat about you?â
âhuh?â
âw-where do you live?â
âe11.â
âoh,â you smiled, as if you didnât know that as well. âthatâs so cool! weâre neighbors!â
âyay.â
it seemed like that was sarcastic, so you decided that it was best to maybe shut up. so thatâs what you did.
after a while, you were able to get all your boxes (with peter doing most of the work). you stood in your flat with your hands on your hips as peter put the last box down. âseriously,â you breathed, âthank you so much. i have no idea what iâd do if you werenât there.â
ânegotiate with russian twins and get nowhere.â
you laughed nervously, unsure of whether or not that was a joke. âum, you can stay a little longer, if youâd like. or not. thatâs fine, too.â you were hoping heâd stay, even though you literally had nothing for him to sit on. there was no furniture⌠but maybe heâd want to stay anyways?
âiâm good.â
âo-okay, peter. see you around?â
without another word, he slipped out of your apartment, shutting the door behind him.
you thought that moving in next to peter would make you a little less lonely, and maybe youâd make a new friend.
but perhaps your mother was right. what if you werenât ready for all this?
new job, new home, new state⌠new everything.
you were all alone in the big city.
but- but it would be okay, you decided, shaking your head. âitâs fine. i can do this. iâm going to do this. today was a minor setback, which my mom doesnât need to know about⌠and i need to make new friends before talking to myself becomes a habit.â
you stood in the middle of your flat, grinning. nothing was going to stop you from achieving your dream.
-
your new job at the daily bugle wasn't going to start for another week, so you had time to unpack and adjust. music blared from the speakers, helping you get into your new groove. you sang and danced around to it, laughing like a fool (you were sleep deprived).
you took the plastic wrapping off the couches and adjusted them to where you liked, with much struggle, of course. next came chairs and tables, and you were glad to get those out of the way. once youâd completed moving and unpacking some of the bigger things, you had gotten bored.
but, nevertheless, you still wanted to be productive. finally, you settled on decorating the living room. taking out pillows, throw blankets, and pictures, you put them all in their designated places.
in complete exhaustion, you tossed yourself onto your couch. âaw, crap, where i am gonna sleep tonight?â you groaned.
in hindsight, maybe you shouldâve done the bedroom first. man, you were kind of a mess without your mother.
laying there, gazing up the bare ceiling, your thoughts drifted to peter. he was mean, but in a reserved way. like it wasnât really to be mean, but more about how his personality was. âoh, well, iâll just make him warm up to me.â
after all, you did need friends. so why not start with peter?
with a new task at hand, you jumped up, speeding towards the kitchen. you planned on making him cookies, after all, who didnât like those? you preheated the oven⌠before realizing you had to unpack all your kitchen related items.
and you had to go shopping for ingredients.
you had some money to last you until a new paycheck, so you might as well spend it somehow. besides, this could be a way to get peter to like you.
not like that.
well, not yet.
first, you had to get him to be friends with you. no, scratch that. you had to go shopping first.
-
âyou need butter to make cookies, right?â you asked yourself, glancing over to your cart that currently held milk, eggs, and flour in it. âoh! and sugar! âŚvanilla extract? why on earth havenât i googled this yet?â shaking your head in dismay, you pulled out your phone, searching up what you needed.
âokay⌠soâŚchocolate chips. gah, how did i forget that? cornstarch, and salt,â you looked at the aisle you were in, pausing momentarily. after a second, you threw a pack of measuring spoons in. âobviously, you need chocolate chips for chocolate chip cookies!â
sighing, you glanced up, only to be met with the eyes of a bewildered woman. âum⌠sorry,â you mumbled sheepishly, forgetting you were in public.
seriously, you needed new friends. pronto.
you wheeled your cart to the checkout aisle and waited in line. looking up, you saw a masked figure on the television. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and tilted your head, squinting to read the caption; âspider-man stops yet another robberyâ.
âhuh,â you murmured quietly. âspider-man.â
âmommm, isnât he so cool?â turning your head, you saw a little boy pointing at the screen.
âwhat? yeah, he is,â she said, filing through her wallet.
you pulled your phone out of your back pocket, going into safari. the knit between your eyebrows hadnât left as you tapped on the first news link, jjjnews.com.
spider-man, the masked menace.
you looked up and frowned. menace? you thought he was a hero, given the whole robbery thing. come to think of it, the name sounded familiar. âspider-manâŚâ you hummed, testing it out once more.
whether he is in affiliation with the avengers, we do not know. the infamous spider-man, often referred to as the masked menace by his critics and opponents, raises an intriguing question: why does he feel the need to conceal his identity? what secrets is he keeping from us that drive him to hide behind a mask? could it be fear of exposure or perhaps a deeper motivational factor? but what drives him to conceal his true self from the world? what secrets lie beneath that mask, and what is he purposefully keeping hidden from those around him?
these questions continue to haunt not only the citizens of new york city, but also his closest allies. while spider-man is praised as a courageous crime-fighter, some question if there is more to his story than meets the eye. as a beloved hero or feared vigilante, the truth behind spider-man's persona remains a mystery waiting to be unraveled.
with the emergence of new heroes comes a surge in villains as well, and perhaps spider-man's presence only adds fuel to the fire. it is time for the authorities to take action against this dangerous masked figure before any more harm is done.
you pressed your lips together, and exited the app. that was enough of that, because as far as you knew, this guy sounded like a hater. this man, expecting no incentive at all, risked his life every day to keep others safe.
what more did people want, honestly?
seeing as it was your turn, you picked things up from the cart and set them down onto the checkout. pulling out your wallet, you inserted the chip in the credit card.
âthatâll be $37.50.â
âum, okay,â why was that more than you thought itâd be?
 yay, cookies, right?
somehow, you managed to make it home without crashing into someone, or someone crashing into you. you didnât have a car yet, nor did you trust yourself with on here in nyc, so you took a taxi.
being completely honest, you were kind of excited about this. being more completely honest, you didnât know how to bake. (or cook.)
but maybe itâd be okay. i mean, how hard was following instructions on a screen?
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Treasure Be Damned | Nathan Drake
ă PAIRING: movie!nathan drake x female!reader
ă TROPE/GENRE:Â childhood best friends to lovers; angst; fluff
ă SUMMARY:Â Nathan wished it didn't take something drastic to happen for him to finally realize what he felt for you. And no matter how much that gold was worth, you will always be his greatest treasure.
ă WARNINGS: both are orphans (mentioned), tech genius!reader, protective!nathan, switch pov halfway thru, kinda canon divergent (a.k.a. i made slight changes to some scenes from the movie), pining, jealousy jealousy, idiots in love, some angst, kidnapping, canon level violence, injuries, love confessions and a cute fluffy ending.
ă WORD COUNT:Â 5.4k+
A/N:Â hello! me again with another fic. this may seem super random but this was commissioned by the lovely @theslayerofthevampires ! thank u so so much hun <3 my first ever commission btw. trying to stick to a certain word count was actually quite interesting to me alskalsk but this was fun to write and i hope i did it justice!
+ also i couldn't think of a better title and the summary is kinda cheesy but we love cheese in this house so alksalkslaks
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You and Nathan had been best friends for as long as you could remember.
When he punched a guy twice his size all because they made you cry on your first day at the orphanage, he quickly gained your trust and loyalty. It was reciprocated when you dumped all your lunch on a kid when they poked fun about why his brother left him.
You two had been inseparable ever since.
Nathan was protective of you, and you were protective of him.
As years passed, that protectiveness only grew tenfold. With it came the care and affection that went from strictly platonic to something warmer, sweeter.
For you, at least.
You couldn't pinpoint when it started, all you knew was that everything Nathan did for you suddenly felt specialâlike it was solely for you.
The change wasn't outright. It was a slow realization, when the little things he did made your heart grow warmer and beat faster all the same.
At first, you thought it was a simple crushâa silly phase, that with time, it would fade.
But no.
As months moved to years, it went from something that lingered to something you couldn't escape from.
The moment you truly figured that what you felt about him wasn't as simple as an adoration for your best friend was on your eighteenth birthday.
Nathan had spent all the money he saved from working oddâand honest, he made sure to make that knownâjobs on a silver necklace.
Maybe you watched way too many romcoms, maybe it was all in your rose-tinted head, but there was an underlying romance in the way he stood behind you, so close and warm, as he put the necklace on for you.
With bated breath, you let him, trying your best not to melt over his simple touch. His fingertips brushed against your skin so delicately but felt electric in all the right ways.
You only regained your breathing when he finally stepped back. Yet he took it away a moment later when he gently tapped the charmâshaped like a compassâsitting between your collarbone, a fond smile on his lips when he said,
"So you'll always find your way back to me."
How could you not fall in love?
What a clichĂŠ.
Falling in love with your childhood best friend.
It would've been cute if it was reciprocated.
But whatever he saw you as was strictly platonic.
You were constantly reminded of how unrequited your love was with the hook-ups he brought back to the apartment.
You had agreed to be his roommate to help lessen the expenses. Even though you had only recently moved in together, you were starting to doubt if it was a good ideaâfor your heart's sake, anyway.
It didn't even stop there.
Because here you were once again, sporting an ache in your chest as you watched him flirt with a blonde girl at the bar.
As much as you enjoyed visiting him at work, seeing him flirt with the pretty customers regularly will always leave a bad taste in your mouth.
Jealousy.
A feeling you shouldn't be entertaining in the first place. You were just a best friend. You had no right to go all green-eyed whenever you saw him with another girl.
Nathan Drake wasn't yours.
You didn't even realize that you were too deep into your thoughts until a familiar voice brought you out of it.
"You okay?"
You blinked, looking up to see Nathan regarding you with brows furrowed in concern.
"Huh?"
"You've been glaring at that thing for a good minute now," he explained, nodding at the personalized cocktail he made for you.
He always did that whenever you stopped by, experimenting with new mixes he thought you'd enjoy solely based on how well he knew you. You give him your honest feedback in return. It was your own little game.
"Is it bad?"
"No, no, no," you said, taking a sip before smiling. "I liked it."
"Just 'like', damn. I need to step up my game," he sighed in feigned disappointment. When you didn't react as much, he added, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Nathan looked at you for a moment, lips pursed as he shook his head.
"You're such a bad liar."
"I'm not," you scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes. "You just know me so well."
"I do," he hummed, grin turning proud. "I also know when something's bothering you so, what's up?"
"Girl things." You shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. You could tell it confused him, because he was never uncomfortable to talk about those topics with you. But before he could even question it, you quickly added, "I think I'm going to head home first. You didn't forget your keys, right?"
"That was one time," he grumbled, eyeing you for a moment because he obviously didn't buy your excuse. A second later, he sighed, "Yeah, I got my keys."
"Okay, See you later," you said, gathering up your things before walking towards the door.
"Let me know if you get home safe," he called out.
You only threw him a salute in response.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
It was the harsh light from the huge window in the living room that woke you up.
You must have fallen asleep on the couch in the middle of watching your comfort movieâa poor attempt at trying to distract yourself from your lovelorn predicament.
Who knew dealing with feelings could be so exhausting?
It was the smell of bacon that coaxed you out of your cocoon, though.Â
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Nathan greeted as soon as you stepped into the kitchen. He threw you a warm smile over his shoulder before he continued making breakfastâshirtless, might you add. "There are painkillers beside your water in case your neck is killing you. I would've carried you back to your bed but you kick in your sleep and I've learned my lesson soâŚ"
It did happen once.
He was trying to coax you off the couch and back into the comfort of your bed. But as he got closer, your leg having a mind of its own when you were deeply asleep, you kicked him straight in his jewelsâhis words, not yours.
The loud thud of him falling on the floor didn't even shake you awake, not even when he was groaning in pain.Â
You couldn't even remember any of it.
"How many times do I have to apologize for you to let that go?" you chuckled, settling at your usual seat at the small dining table you had.
"Not enough," he snorted. "I still feel the phantom of the kick, you know."
"You're so dramatic." You rolled your eyes, glancing around only to catch a glimpse of that old yet familiar green trunk. It was then you noticed some of his old stuff littered around, trinkets and memorabilia he hadn't looked at in a while. Just as you were about to question him about it, you saw the excited look on his face. You narrowed your eyes, asking, "Did I miss something?"
"Quite a lot, actually," he chuckled, sauntering over to you with your breakfast for the day. Putting the full plate in front of you, Nathan leaned down and quickly kissed your forehead. "Eat. I'll tell you all about it."
You ignored the phantom of his lips on your skin.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
A treasure hunt.
Nathan dragged you into a treasure hunt.
You didn't trust this Victor Sullivan guy, but Nate seemed to be adamant about finding this gold in hopes of finding Sam too. And you trust your best friend's judgment so that made Sully a friend of your best friend, much to your dismay.
"Do I look okay?" you asked, straightening out your long, black evening gown as you emerged out of the makeshift changing room.
When you didn't hear an answer, you looked up to see Nathan staring at you with a certain look in his eyes.
Your face warmed. "What?"
"Okay?" he scoffed, shaking his head as if he was offended by the word you used. With a gentle smile, he gestured at you with both hands. "You look beautiful."
"Thanks. You don't look bad yourself," you responded with a shy smile, unable to hold his gaze for much longer. You fixed your entangled necklace, instead.
"Here, let me," he said, quickly walking over to you to straighten it out, his touch featherlight against your skin. "It's a gorgeous necklace. The guy who gave this to you has good taste."
"If good taste means licking his own ass, then, it's a bit questionable."
"Okay, gross," he playfully grimaced. "All I'm saying is that I picked the right one for you."
"You did." You smiled fondly.Â
"Perfect," he hummed with a smile, his gaze slowly trailing from your necklace up to your eyes, his next words barely even a whisper. "You're perfect."
You didn't know if it was even meant for your ears but you could only stand there, staring into his brown eyes that seemed to shift from one emotion to another.
Nathan was about to say something when Sully came out of nowhere with that grumpy look on his face.
"Why are we bringing her again?" he asked as if you weren't standing in front of him.
"She's a genius with computers," Nathan said, a bite in his tone. "She's going to help us get through any security tech easy breezy."
Sully narrowed his eyes between you two before shrugging.
"Fine," he grumbled, looking you up and down before walking away. "We leave in ten minutes."
"I don't think he likes me very much," you sighed once the door shut.
"I don't think he likes anyone," Nathan said, smiling at you reassuringly. "Don't take it personally."
And you didn't. Truly.
But when you got to the auction house, it definitely felt more personal when the old man wouldn't tell you anything.
No communication. No updates. No information. Nothing.
Only when you ask Nathan directly were you able to get a grasp of what was going on or when to proceed to the next stepâif he wasn't distracted.
With the countless pretty ladies dressed to the nines, you best believe he wasn't anywhere near focused.
You were angry because this was a dire situation. One wrong move could get you guys caught. You were too goddamn young for prison.
You definitely weren't bitter over something else.
"Do you always feel the need to flirt with anything that walks?" you spat when he finally reached the door you'd been trying so hard to keep open without getting caught. It took him three minutes more since he was busy chatting up some random trust fund girl.
"I wasn'tâJesus," he grunted, the door hitting him on the way as you walked past it.
You couldn't be bothered to wait anymore. You didn't look back and simply sped walk towards the power switch.
"You're upset," Nathan said once he caught up with you.
"I'm not upset," you grumbled. "I'm annoyed."
"It's the same thing."
"It's fucking not."
"Okay, geez," he conceded, pouting, "What'd I do?"
"What aren't you doing?" you asked sarcastically, harshly tapping on your phone as you tried to decode the security lock on the main switch. "Oh right, focusing on your job!"
"Christ, do you two always bicker like an old married couple?"
"Shut up!" you and Nathan barked synchronously.
Shaking your head, you calmed yourself, punching in the security code.
"Look, I'm sorry, alright? I was just trying to scope potentialâ"
You glared at him.
"I'm shutting up."
"Just do your thing. I want this over and done with," you grumbled, stepping aside once the circuit box finally opened.
"You're a genius," he praised with a smile, placing a quick kiss on your forehead. "Thank you."
"Whatever."
You wished you could say everything went smooth sailing from there, but when did it ever?
Everything happened so fast.
One minute you two were walking out of the control room, the next you were being chased down but huge men.
Running in heels was not fun.
And then it was a blur, someone grabbing your arm in a way that made you scream in pain to Nathan tackling the guy to the ground, landing blow after blow to his face until blood started to splatter on the suit he was wearing.
"Touch her again and I'll kill you."
You'd never seen him so angry before.
But that anger quickly disappeared when he fussed over you, hands soft against your cheeks yet the panic and worry were evident in his eyes.
It took several 'I'm fine's and a couple more reassurances that you weren't badly hurt to get him to fully calm down and help you up so you could get out of this place.
Unbeknownst to you, there were curious eyes watching everything closely with a knowing yet wicked smile on her lips.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
You thought the feeling of being outcasted was only a small blip at the auction house.
But you were so wrong.
"What happened to you?" you asked when he finally met up with you at the church in Barcelona, soaking wet from head to toe.
"Long story."
"So you brought your girlfriend with you" A girlâChloe, you later learnedâsuddenly appeared.
"She's not my girlfriend," Nathan quickly corrected.
Yes, it was true.
But the way he shut it down so quickly as if the thought made him hurl made the sting harsher.
It didn't take long for you to notice how Nathan seemed to be following Chloe around a lot.
So much so that you were becoming more of an afterthought.
They were always conspiring amongst themselves. It was in their line of expertise, you supposed, and you were just the tech girl. But it wasn't like you were clueless about it. Nate has told you enough stories for you to get the gist of what was going on.
It was getting pathetic, trailing behind them like some puppy, wanting to feel included.
When Nathan argued with Sully that you were not leaving his side when it was time to split up, you could only laugh at it now.
What was the point when you were immediately alone when you got into the tunnels?
Even more as you stood by yourself at the club, watching him dance with Chloe, so close, in the guise of blending in.
Maybe if you weren't distracted you would've noticed the man sneaking up behind you. You would've been able to run before he could grab you from behind, hand over your mouth as he started dragging you backward. And maybe you were quite good at kicking someone's jewels when you hit the jackpot the first time, enabling you to escape and scream for help.
You were yelling Nathan's name, but it was the loud gunshot that caught his attention.
It was heartbreaking to think that it took you getting shot in the leg for him to fully acknowledge you.
You were overwhelmed with too many emotions that you became numb, simply letting them take you back to the safe house in silence.
"I'm sorry," he whispered as he sat by your temporary bed, carefully wrapping the bandage on your thigh after he cleaned it. Thankfully, the bullet was only meant to slow you down, not kill. "I'm supposed to be looking out for you."
"It's fine," you sighed. You knew he was being sincere. He looked thoroughly distraught when he saw you drop to the ground. You knew it wasn't his fault, and you knew he was already blaming himself enough. But with the pain and bitternessâboth physically and emotionallyâyou couldn't stop it. "You were busy. I get it."
He frowned. "What's with that tone?"Â
"There's no tone," you grumbled, avoiding his gaze.
"You're annoyed."
You shook your head. "I'm not annoyed.'
"SoâŚyou're upset," he hummed, reaching for your hands. You pulled away, carefully getting comfortable on the bed.
"I'm going to sleep," you sighed, pulling the covers over you.
Nathan got the hint, standing from his seat with a sigh, "Okay, goodnight, justâŚcall me if you need anything."
So when you woke up in the middle of the night when a sudden sting went up your leg, you quickly yet carefully got out of bed to look for him.
You wish you hadn't bothered.
The last thing you wanted to see was him and Chloe getting cozy on the balcony, a bottle of wine between them.
You figured you weren't important enough to interrupt their moment. Besides, the ache in your leg couldn't compare to the absolute pain in your heart. It only intensified when they started leaning toward each other.
So you quickly went back to bed, tainting the pillowcase with salted tears.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
"Here." Nathan kneeled in front of the foot of the bed, tying your shoelaces for you. "So, I've been thinkingâŚ"
"Uh oh," you joked.
"Maybe you should sit this one out."
Your smile quickly got wiped off your face.
"What?"
Nathan glanced at the door. You followed his gaze, catching a glimpse of Chloe before she hurriedly walked away.
You pressed your lips, nodding in understanding.
"It's not what you think it is," Nathan placated.
"Sure it's not," you scoffed.
"Look, you're injured andâ"
You stood up, abruptly cutting him off. You grabbed your bag, limping around the room as you gathered your stuff.
"Woah careful, your wound is still fresh," Nathan followed you around, arms out in case you stumbled. "What are you doing?"
"Leaving. That's what you wanted, right?"
"What? No!" he rushed, hands on your shoulder, stopping you. "What I meant was, you need to recover first."
"Right," you scoffed, shrugging him off before you continued packing. "Because it's going to be dangerous and you're looking out for me, trying to protect me and all that bullshit."
"It's not bullshit!"
"You know, after all we've been through, I thought I could count on you to at least be honest with me," you said bitterly.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," you pressed, harshly zipping up your bag. "If you wanted me out of the picture, you could've just said so."
Shaking his head, he argued, "That's not it."
"Maybe," you said, looking him straight in the eyes. "But fewer people, more gold to go around, right?"
That rendered him silent.
"You've known me your whole life," he started, hurt flickering in his irises. "You really think I'd do that to you?"
"I don't know anymore, Nate." You threw your hands up exasperatedly. "Because ever since you met them, I barely recognize you anymore. You've been wanting their approval so bad you're getting desperate for it.Â
"And I always thought that when we get the chance to find this treasure, we'll do it together, side by side like we always do. But all I've done this whole time is be a third wheel to whatever this is." You gestured at him and the door, laughing sarcastically. "Fourth, if you include Sully."
"That's not true," he argued weakly, realization dawning on his face.
"You whisper among yourselves, nobody tells me a fucking thing, you don't even tell me anything anymore! I'm always left chasing after you because you couldn't be bothered waiting for me to catch up. Fine, I might not know everything about this treasure but it'd be nice to get filled in every once in a while instead of leaving me clueless! Hell, you're starting to forget you brought your best friend with youâ"
"I didn't forget about youâ"
"You didn't even notice I was getting dragged away until I was shot!"
Nathan looked away.
"All of you are always excluding me and it sucks," your voice cracked, blinking away unshed tears. "And don't think I didn't see you conspiring with Chloe last night."
He looked confused. "Last night?"
"When I came looking for my best friend for help because my leg was hurting like a bitch but I didn't want to be a cockblock so, you're welcome."
"You're notâ" Nathan cleared his throat, shoulders slumping, looking at you apologetically. "Y/NâŚ"
You shook your head, harshly wiping at your eyes, putting your jacket on. "The more it goes on, the more I think that you just brought me along because it was convenient for you. Now that I'm considered a liability, gotta leave the extra baggage right?"
"That's not fucking true!" he gritted, pulling his hair frustratedly. "You're part of this as much as I am!"
"Right. Where are we going next?"
Nathan blubbered like a fish out of water.
"That's what I thought," you scoffed, slipping your backpack on.
"Wait, dammit," he cursed when you walked past him, chasing after you into the living room. Frustrated, he called out, "All I'm asking is for you to sit this part out because you're hurt."
You stopped, slowly facing him.
"I never thought that the loneliest I'd ever feel is when I'm supporting you to chase this dream you'd been wanting ever since you were a kid," you admitted, chest tightening as you stared into his troubled brown eyes. "So, I'm not sitting this one out, Nate, I'm done."Â
You shoved the cross right on his chest.
"Have fun on your honeymoon," you said, bumping his shoulder as you walked out the door.
"Y/N!"
You never looked back.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
Nathan was smart in a lot of different aspects. But emotions and feelings?
Oh he was stupid as fuck.
He wished it didn't take something drastic to happen for him to accept what he truly felt for you.
Part of him was relieved because at least you weren't there when the plane fiasco happened, especially with your injury. He was appeasing his guilt by telling himself that you were safer this way.
Nathan wouldn't know what to do with himself if something worse happened to you.
But as he was decoding the postcards Sam sentâa difficult task to focus on when he couldn't stop worrying about you so muchâChloe suddenly came in with a package.
"It has your name on it."
He opened it confused, but nothing could prepare him for what was inside.
The dread and fear started to creep up his spine when he held the silver necklace he gave you.
You never took this off.
As he emptied the box in a rush, photos upon photos of you tied up and gagged, beaten and bruised with blood tainting your delicate skin, Nathan felt like his entire heart was taken from him.
'The map or her. Choose wisely.'
It came in flashes, moments where you'd been there for each other, the joy and heartbreak, success and failuresâyou were always there, his one constant.
Then came the moments where he dreamed about you and him, doing things best friends shouldn't be doing.
He always knew what he felt about you but he shoved it down in fear of ruining the friendship you'd built over the years. But now? Denying it seemed insignificant. Now there was a chance he wouldn't be able to tell you at all.
Nathan was losing the love of his life.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
"That didn't take long," Braddock laughed sardonically, standing up from a large rock nestled on the beach somewhere in the Philippines.
"Where is she," Nathan growled, the tube map holder slung on his back.
Braddock nodded at one of her men, Nathan's heart sinking to his stomach when they dragged you in, your yelp piercing his chest when they shoved you on the sand.
Nathan instinctively tried to run for you.
"Not so fast," Braddock hummed, clicking her gun before pressing it on the back of your head. "How do I know this isn't a trick?"
"I think you already figured out I don't play games when it comes to her."
"Well, let's see," she challenged. "On your knees, Drake."
"N-Nate," you whimpered, adamantly shaking your head. Even in your state, you were still trying to protect him.
"It's okay," he reassured with a smile, hands up as he did as told.
Braddock grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you closer to where he was.
He stifled his anger. But best believe he'd already plotted so many ways to make Braddock suffer for what she did to you.
But one wrong move could cost your life.
"Hand it over."
"Untie her."
Braddock rolled her eyes but did so anyway.
"Hey, hey, look at me," Nathan whispered, your tear-filled eyes meeting his. He lifted his chin once, gaze flickering behind you. "I got you, okay? You're going to be okay."
"Enough with this sappy bullshit. Hand over the map or she dies."
Nathan slowly grabbed the map, only to throw it away as far as possible.
On cue, a huge explosion distracted Braddock enough for you to abruptly stand on your feet, hitting her under the chin with your head.
"You bitch!" she yelled, dropping the gun.
Nathan quickly pulled you aside and grabbed the weapon. With no remorse, he shot Braddock on both thighs, once more on the arm to be petty.
He'd do much worse if you weren't on borrowed time.
Nathan grabbed your hand and made a run for it.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
The silence was tense.
But Nathan was focused on taking care of you first.
He was busy enough trying not to cry whenever he'd discover a new cut and bruise on you that he couldn't even dwell on the fact that you were showering together. You were both in your underwear, but still.
It was when he had you sitting on the counter as he patched you up when you spoke.
"You didn't have to do all that for me."
"You know, it hurts me so much that you think I wouldn't take a bullet for you," he sighed, finishing up a bandage before meeting your glossy eyes. "You're more important to me than you think you are."
"No, I know it's justâ" You bit your bruised lip. Nathan quickly pulled it away with his thumb, not wanting you to worsen your injury. You leaned into his touch as you continued, "You've been dreaming of this since you were a kid and I feel like I've ruined it for you."
"You didn't ruin anything."
"But you should be out there looking for the gold," you said. "Instead you're stuck here with me."
"Listen to me, if I had to choose between that gold andâ" He took a breath, holding your face in both hands as he stared at you longingly. "The woman I'm hopelessly in love with thenâŚ"
Nathan breathed out with a smile, "Fuck that gold."
You stared at him in a way that made him believe that he'd done it.
He'd finally ruined your friendship to a point of no return.
That until you broke out into the sweetest, brightest smile that made his heart grow and his knees weak all the same.
"It's not as hopeless as you think it is."
Nathan felt like his heart was about to burst.
"Yeah?" He grinned, giddy and warm, gently parting your legs and stepping a little closer.
You let him into your space. But suddenly your brows furrowed, frowning. "What about you and Chloe?"
"So you were jealous."
"Nate."
"There's no me and Chloe," he reassured, gently taking your hands, kissing the insides of your wrists before placing them on his shoulders. "Maybe I got the incredibly stupid idea to make you jealousâI know, baby, I'm an idiotâbut she shot that down real quick."
"Butâ"
"Those times you've seen me with her, all I kept talking about was you," he admitted, blushing. "I'm sure she'd grown sick of me being lovesick."
Nathan probably talked her ear out about how hopelessly in love he was with you, seeking advice on what to do because it was the one thing he couldn't go to you about.
She had been really helpful, pushing him to confess because it was better you know before it's too late, and that in this line of work, you'd never know when that would be.
If only he hadn't let his cowardness win.
"She argued with me that leaving you behind was a bad idea, and if I listened to her Iâ" He pressed his forehead against yours with a shaky breath. "I'm sorry."
"I know you like to take all the blame but this isn't your fault," you hummed, fingers combing the straggles of hair on the nape of his neck.
"It kind of is," he pressed, eyes watering as he thought about what he dragged you into.
He couldn't stop thinking about the pain you'd gone through all because he was being reckless. For as long as he could remember, he made a vow to himself to always keep you safe no matter what. Yet here he was, failing at thatâfailing you.
"I'm sorry for being such a shitty best friend this past week," he said, caressing the apples of your cheeks.
"You were pretty shitty," you teased, though he could see the way your body relaxed a little. He could tell that you appreciated hearing his apology. It must've been weighing on you since you left.
It made his heart ache.
"I was and I'm sorry," he said regretfully. "I guess I just got so caught up in this whole treasure-hunting thing that I lost sight of what's truly important to me. But still, it's no excuse. I was the one who dragged you into this, I should've been attentive enough."
You turned your head and kissed his palm, a silent way of saying it was okay. He felt like he was about to melt.
"And I'm sorry for taking so goddamn long to tell you how I feel," Nathan admitted.
"Yeah well," you hummed, smiling at him sweetly. "We're both at fault on that one,"
"Still, I'm sorry," he whispered, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. "For everything."
You nodded, a smile on your lips. "I can't say I forgive yetâ"
"Understandable."
"But hey," you hummed, leaning closer. "You have plenty of time to grovel and make up for it."
Nathan chuckled, brushing his lips against yours with a whisper, "Can I start with a kiss?"
You nodded with that cute giggle of yours, one that still echoed as he finally closed the distance.
So many things filled him up at onceâsoft, sweet, warm. So many emotions rattling his heart as your lips molded into oneârelief, passion, love.
It was gratifying, a kiss he'd been dreaming of for as long as he could remember. But, with your fingers in his hair and his hands on your waist, your warm body flushed to his with no space in between, nothing could ever compare to the real thing.
And yes, it was going to take some time to repair the cracks that were made in your relationship. But he was willing to wait and do whatever it takes to gain your full trust back.
Nathan didn't care how long or how much work it would take, as long as at the end of every day, you came back home to himâit was more than worth it.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
"Kid, are you even listening to me?"
"Sorry, Sully," Nathan said unapologetically. "But whatever the wife says, goes and her plan is usually better than yours."
"I'm technically not your wife yet," you giggled, your engagement ring glinting as you continued bypassing the security cameras using your phone.
"Technically, yes," he agreed, shrugging. "But in my head, you've been my wife ever since you put that ring on."
"Always thinking ahead, huh?" You finished up the job, slipping your phone into your pocket before turning to him with a raised brow.
"Oh yeah," he hummed, pulling you closer by the waist. "And once we get married, in my head, we already have three kids."
"Three?" you choked out a laugh.
"Five?"
"Let's start with one and see where that goes."
"We should definitely practice later."
"Do I always have to remind you two that this is an open line?"
"Oh we know," Nathan hummed, kissing you with a loud smack which earned an annoyed groan. He then gestured at the door with a bow. "After you, Mrs. Drake."
"Still up for debate."
"I'd take your last name any day."
"I was thinking hyphenated."
"Not a bad shout."
"Get moving you two!"
"Sully, you're getting so close to getting your wedding invite revoked."
You laughed at that.
Nathan couldn't resist kissing you once more.
"Let's go," you giggled against his lips. "We still have treasure to find."
"I'm in no rush," he shrugged, brushing his nose against yours. He was sure his eyes were glowing with pure adoration. "Already got the best one right here."
You groaned and called him cheesy but you still kissed him anyway.
Treasure be damned, with you by his side, Nathan was the richest man alive.
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So, quite some time ago I said on here I'd write for Tom and well - here it is! It's been a fun ride! As always I can't help but to thank @worldoftom for being the very best beta a girl could ask for! So thank you very very much darling!
word count: 6.9K
warnings: look this is nothing but absolute filth! its got a whole bunch of stuff lmao - but oral (female and male) dirty talk, spitting (ooops) slight dom-Tom, please please please, if you are under 18, don't read this I don't want to corrupt youngsters!
Without further ado, enjoy!
The doorbell rang when you opened the door, entering the tattoo shop that you spotted on a whim. The idea had been brewing in your head for some time now to get a piece done, but you hadnât been quite sure as to what to get done. The smell of leather and disinfectant burrowing into your nostrils, somewhat of a comforting smell and the sound of a tattoo-gun in use.Â
âYo! Welco- holy shit!â a curly red-haired guy cut himself off seeing you from a seat behind a counter. Your head swiveled around looking behind you as to why this guy cursed the way he did.Â
âYâalright?â you mused seeing the slight red tint on his cheeks. âIâll willingly put money in the shit-Iâsay jar in a second, but I just know youâre my brothersâ walking sex-on-legs dream come true right now.â He explained and a raucous laugh exploded out of you, your head thrown back from the unexpected comment.Â
âOh? Whoâs this brother of yours then?â you asked cheekily and the red-haired guy grinned. âHeâs gonna be doing your tattoo seeing as how his client just cancelled on him, so youâre in luck to torture him,â he schemed and you grinned even more.Â
âHow interesting, thank you for the information,â to which he bowed his head. âAlways happy to put Tom in a hard position,â that innuendo didnât go unnoticed by you as you laughed once again.Â
âAnyway, whatâs your name? and more importantly what are you getting done and where?â He asked wiggling his eyebrows. âArenât you a cheeky bugger? Mânames Y/N. As for the tattoo, only for me and well, Tom to know and you too maybe, find out if youâre lucky,â you winked and his eyes glittered.
âNice to meet ya, Iâm Harry and I must say, Tom might just have met his match,â he held out his hand to which you took and shook.Â
It was very fun and lighthearted talking to Harry while this infamous brother of his, Tom, finished doing some work on another client. While you waited, you and Harry made some idle chit-chat and you looked around in the shop.
It was surprisingly airy and neat, a light green with dark wood finishes. Tiny knick-knacks of things that seemed like they were personal to the brothers. Such as different but very cool mulled wine bottles, an array of different Marvel figurine bobble-heads - actually, a bunch of different Spider-Man bobble-heads for some reason.Â
âHazza? Why are there so many bobble-heads of Spider-man?â you asked, glancing over your shoulder. âHmm, Tomâs obsession since he was little,â he shrugged and you nodded continuing on to look at some very professional looking photos of a guy tattooing a client. You presumed the artist was Tom, but you couldnât see his face. Only his gloved hand holding a tattoo gun working on a very detailed rose piece. It was stunning, both the photograph and the design of the piece.Â
âWho took this photo?â You couldnât look away from the various photos that hung on the walls, all in the same kind of style, showcasing the talent of both the photographer and the tattoo artist. They worked brilliantly together and it really showed.
âOh! I did, Iâve shot all of these photos in here actually,â you could hear the pride in his voice and you turned to him, giving him a wide smile, âthese are incredible,â to which his cheeks turned an adorable red hue.Â
âThank you,â he said modestly, âbut in all fairness, Tomâs a really good sport in letting me hover over him when heâs working, he makes my job fairly easy,â he told you earnestly and so far, from all that Harry had said about this Tom, he seemed to be a really good and stand-up guy. âThatâs a really nice thing to say about your sibling. But, may I ask where this brother of yours is? Not that youâre not impeccable company,â you winked.
âThis brother of his is right here,â a raspy voice said from behind and you saw Harry grin and throw you a wink as you turned around.Â
Oh boy.
What Harry had seemed to forgot to mention was that Tom was sex-on-legs for you, because damn oh damn.Â
Standing against the door-frame to a room in the back, was easily the hottest guy youâd ever laid eyes on. You felt him give you a once-over as you did the same. Time suspended for a moment as you drank all of his features in.Â
Black fitted jeans, showing off what looked to be very strong and muscled thighs which you wouldnât mind climbing all over. Your eyes wandered further up over to his chest and arms, he was wearing a white simple t-shirt that he made look a million bucks. A broad chest and neck which you wouldnât be opposed as to sink your teeth in and really mark him up.Â
An air of confidence about the way he held and carried himself, something slightly dangerous, but in the best and more enthralling way. He wasnât afraid to show you who was boss, and for him? Youâd abso-fucking-lutely let him.Â
But the killer? For sure his arms, splattered with tattoos, at first seemingly random ones but the closer you looked, they werenât random at all. They all told a story - the story of Tom.Â
You couldnât really take your eyes off of his arms. So defined and fucking hot, his biceps were stuff you wrote poems about. So well-sculpted, as though he was made of marble. Veins running all over his forearms that just pulled you in.Â
Veiny arms and hands were your ultimate weakness and something told you that he knew he was hot-shit, by the way his eyes raked all over you.Â
âYouâre Tom?â you cleared your throat once and a smirk formed at the corner of his lips. âThe one and only,â his voice was ever so slightly husky and raspy when he spoke to you and you shuddered in delight.Â
All of a sudden, getting a tattoo today was the best goddamn decision youâd made in ages if it meant getting to spend the rest of your day in the company of Tom.
He had the perfect face, a jaw sharp enough to cut glass, dark brown eyes that could read you like a book and the most perfectly kissable lips. Which you wanted to do, very badly.Â
âand you are?â he prodded and you snapped out of your own little world which was full of Tom, all over you and very sweaty. âHmm? Oh! Iâm Y/N,â you recovered giving him a slight smile.Â
âNice tâmeet ya,â he pushed off the door frame to come closer to you, giving you his outstretched hand.Â
Fuck, he smelled intoxicatingly good as well. As if he didnât already have everything going for him.Â
âYou too,â you said taking his hand and shaking it confidently and he licked his lips when your hands met, briefly looking down on them. âWanna head back?â You swore his voice deepened ever so slightly when he said that, or it was merely your imagination. He smirked once again and you knew he knew the effects he had on you. âLead the way,â you said and you could hear Harry snickering behind you, having watched your exchange.
âDonât forget to wrap it before you tap it!â He shouted and you couldnât help but the mortified laugh as Tom flipped him off.Â
âWell thatâs professional,â you smirked taking a seat in the chair. âWhat can I say, if he can dish it out he can damn well take it too,â he shrugged nonchalantly taking a seat on his chair, facing to look at you.Â
âSo, what are you wanting done?â all of a sudden his voice changed and he was back to professional Tom which made you smile to yourself, âIâd like a mandala,â you said after a beat seeing him pull out an iPad, pulling up a programme in where he started to draw on it.Â
âYeah? Thatâs cool, anything specific you want in the mandala? A specific pattern or so?â he prodded having already started to work on a design for you.Â
âNah Iâm good, putting my faith in you not to fuck me up,â you grinned cheekily and he snorted, âThanks for the vote of confidence,â.
âAnytime,â you winked and he let out a small laugh. âWhat about this?â he turned the iPad after a moment and you were rendered speechless, heâd drawn up the most gorgeous mandala design youâd ever laid eyes on. âYeah, yep itâs perfect,â you hummed not being able to take your eyes off it. He smiled proudly seeing the way you looked at it, feeling a burst of warmth inside of him.Â
âWhere do you want it?âÂ
âMy thigh, please,â he nodded, eyes landing on your thigh, ever so slightly moving upwards which made your insides clench. âHow big?â he asked, his eyes landing on yours and you flushed imagining something else entirely. âThe piece?â he added when you were still far too in your own head and your cheeks heated even more now and he smirked - a devious look in his eyes. âOh, um, I was thinking maybe half of my upper thigh? Would it be a good size?â watching the way he fiddled on the iPad for a moment before a stencil came from the machine by all of his equipment and he smiled at you, âI think itâll be good, Iâm just gonna place it on you and if youâre not happy with it weâll change it because I wonât let you leave here unhappy okay?â his eyes shone with earnest and it made butterflies erupt inside of you.Â
âThank you,â you gave him a warm smile and he returned it before gloving up in a black latex glove and he put some lotion on the tip of his finger, rubbing it on your skin and placing the stencil there.Â
You couldnât help but to stare at him as he worked, eyebrows pinched together in concentration, lips pursed as he moved quickly and swiftly with precision, you felt utterly at ease in his more than capable hands.Â
And oh, those hands.Â
Albeit gloved up, those hands were something else entirely. From the glance you got before he put those gloves on, they were slender, long and veiny in all the right places. Not to mention how skillful they were, oozed a certain kind of confidence that could completely unravel you.Â
âHave a look and say what you think of the placement, if anything feels wrong weâll fix it,â he urged, and you stood up and walked over to the full-length mirror he had and you looked at it, both in the mirror and down on your thigh.Â
âItâs so good, itâs the perfect place,â he grinned feeling happy with himself you could tell. âThank you, that makes me happy to hear,â he grinned right back and you went back to his chair that he had wrapped in cling-film while you admired your soon-to-be tattoo.Â
âIâm taking it youâve done this before, but even if itâs been a while, just a quick reminder,â he started and to be frank, you didnât hear much of what he said except all of the innuendos heâd managed to capture in that one single sentence. âIf at any point, you start feeling woozy, or just really fatigued, tell me or tap my shoulder and Iâll stop okay? Iâve got juice and snacks so just tell me yeah? I really donât fancy you fainting in my chair,â the seriousness in his eyes made you melt inside.Â
âI promise Iâll let you know if anything is bothering me,â you reassured and he gave you a quick but warm smile, a small nod before he turned to filling up his little ink caps with black ink.
âIs it just gonna be black or do you want some colour?â he asked, taping up his tattoo gun.
âNah black will be fine,â you got yourself comfortable as the buzz of the tattoo gun came alive. Soon enough you felt the familiar sting of the tiny needles against your skin and you shut your eyes at first. No matter how many tattoos you had, the first few strokes were always the roughest.Â
âYou okay?â he asked as if he could read your mind. âYeah, yeah, just getting used to the pain again,â you told him honestly and he gave you a sympathetic smile. âSorry to say itâs too late to change your mind now, if I stop now youâll just end up with a dickish looking line,â he smirked to distract you from the pain and it worked, it made you laugh.Â
âIâll be fine, iâm a big girl,â you braved and his eyebrows raised slightly, âOh yeah?â his voice laced with something more, something darker.Â
âIntrigued now are we?â you teased and he gave you a cheeky grin as he kept working on your piece. The pain lessening with each stroke he did.Â
âMaybe,âÂ
âYour brother said a curious thing when I first came in here today,â you started and he momentarily stopped and looked at you very cautiously.Â
âWhatâd he say?âÂ
You smirked, âOh just something that piqued my interest is all, how Iâm apparently your sex-on-legs dream come true,â and he let out a husky laugh. In that moment you felt a rush of confidence go through you knowing that Harry was right.Â
âWell, he can sleep with one eye open tonight then,â he muttered and you shook your head amused, âIâm not hearing a denial,âÂ
âWatch it, Iâm the one with a gun,â he warned going back to your thigh starting it back up. âYeah, apparently two,â you smirked smugly. He met your gaze for the briefest of seconds and that glance alone told you everything he didnât say out loud.Â
âThe mouth on you,â he muttered as he kept going on the tattoo. You felt absolutely victorious. âWhatâre you gonna do about it?âÂ
âHave half a mind to just put you over my goddamn lap,â those words went straight to your core and you sucked in a breath and by the smirk on his face, heâd heard it. Your heart thudded in your ears at the thought of his strong hands coming down on your ass, your cunt leaking all over this thigh - right here in the tattoo chair.Â
Oh god damn.Â
âOh? Did I press a button there?â now it was his turn to sound all smug and mighty when you tried to ever-so-slightly shift positions. He knew he did and you really fucking liked it, you pondered how far you could let it go.Â
âSo what if you did?â you played nonchalantly as though this didnât effect you in the slightest when you both knew it very much did.Â
A smirk widened on his face, âwell then, weâre gonna have fun in this chair arenât we?â and that sent heat pool in your core at the words and your previous thought that flooded your mind.Â
âI guess we are,â you fired back with equal amount of heat. You didnât think youâd ever wanted someone as badly as you did in that moment, in all of your life. The time left in the chair would be unbearable with him touching you and the ache you felt between your legs.Â
Thatâs how it went for another hour and a half while he filled in the lines and started on doing the shading, the two of you walking along a precarious line of chatting and getting to know one another and coming up with the craziest foreplay youâd ever been apart of.Â
All the while you felt a consistent heat in your core that simply never faded but you tried to move past.Â
âSo, Iâve got a question for you,â you hummed and he glanced at you while he filled up with some more ink. âYeah?âÂ
âDo you like watching tv-series?â you began and a confused look crossed his face, âsure, who doesnât?âÂ
âSo hereâs the real question, from all the shows youâve watched - which show has the best first kiss?â he let out a small laugh.
âSorry babe, but thatâs not really what I focus on when I watch shows,â you pouted, âcâmon! Ask me the same question then!â you tutted to which he rolled his eyes, going back to the tattoo. You winced and he noticed and stopped immediately, âYou okay?âÂ
âYeah yeah, just quite sore from earlier when you went over that,â you told him honestly and he gave you a sympathetic smile, âSorry babe, Iâll be more gentle,â. That however made you perk up, âwho said I want gentle?âÂ
âYouâre fucking incorrigible,â he groaned and you giggled, âooh look at you and those big words,â you taunted and he just sighed, âanyway, whoâs the best first kiss in a show?âÂ
âNick and Jess from New Girl, donât you fucking dare tell me otherwise - thatâs right! I said what I said,â you stuck your chin out daring him to say anything else. He pondered your answer for a moment before nodding, âyeah okay, fair enough, canât argue with that kiss - itâs a really epic first kiss,â and you smiled satisfied with his answer.Â
âGood answer, I approve,âÂ
âWhat do you do for a living anyway?â he changed the subject and you smiled knowing he was doing his best to distract you from a very dull pain and you were eternally grateful for it.Â
âOh you know, Iâm a pornstar,â you said off-handedly and the tattoo gun went quiet and he just stared at you, âYo-what?âÂ
You smirked smugly at him, ânah Iâm fucking with you, Iâm a florist,â you said with a whole lot of enthusiasm in your eye and he let out a laugh, âAh damn, what a shame I thought Iâd seen you somewhere on Pornhub,â he winked and you let out a loud cackle.Â
âThatâs meee!â you followed along and he rolled his eyes good-naturedly at the banter.Â
âHow do you like it?â he asked after a while, âI love it, itâs all Iâve ever known - my grandmother started the business when she was a young girl and it was passed down to my mum and now Iâm running the show,â you smiled proudly and he smiled in turn hearing you speak so passionately about your family business.Â
âThat makes a whole lot of sense thatâs your job, you were made for making others happy,âÂ
âThatâs one of the kindest things anyone has ever said to me,â you said shyly and he gave you a tender smile. âWell you deserve to hear it,âÂ
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âHow many do you have?â you motioned towards his tattoo on his arm, a few of them splattered here and there. âAround twelve or fifteen I think, Iâve lost count,â he sheepishly admitted. âHow do you lose count?â you asked with genuine curiosity.Â
âWell, itâs quite easy to forget when you get them done absolutely sloshed,â he winced and you let out a laugh.
âWhich one matters the most to you?â
âOh, easily this one, my most recent one. My dog recently died so Iâve got her little paws with me forever,â he gave you the gentlest smile and showed you the paws he had on the inside of his left arm. âIâm sorry for your loss, but itâs a beautiful way to honour her,â you gave a gentle smile in return.Â
                               *****
You let out a small gasp seeing the tattoo all done in the mirror, âOh Tom, itâs absolutely gorgeous,â you whispered in awe, unable to take your eye off of the beautiful piece, moving closer to really take in all of the tiny and beautiful details in the tattoo in all of itâs glory.Â
âThank you,â he gave you a warm smile and you knew that he took pride in your reaction and was full of pride knowing that he had made you happy with the results.Â
âYouâve been the most outstanding client,â his words were genuine but ever so slightly laced with something more sinister and it made your gut clench. His eyes wandering from your thigh, moving slightly higher and you swallowed thickly. Without word you moved back to the tattoo chair, perching yourself up on it. âHave I?â he followed suit, sitting on his chair in front of you. You looked down seeing his glove-free hands and you licked your lips having fantasized about them for all this time now that youâd been there. âMostly,â he smirked and you swung out with your leg to playfully kick him. He snorted and took your leg with ease putting it over his thigh and all of a sudden your throat went dry.Â
Your eyes following his every move as he poured some lotion on his hands and rubbed it onto your new tattoo. You exhaled shakily feeling his hands on your skin. Your skin tingling from where he touched you.Â
âAre we alone?â you referred to Harry as Tom inched closer to you, his hands gliding further up your thigh and you couldnât look away from his gaze. He had you completely locked in your place as his hands barely touched your inner thigh, your heart racing in anticipation.
âYeah, Hazza left some time ago now, itâs just us.â Thatâs all that was needed for the sheer unadulterated lust to take over and take charge.Â
Before you knew it, your eyes met in a wild and heated kiss. The hours youâd spent riling each other up were surely paying off now as his hand wound his way to your hair, pulling on it making you whimper into his mouth.Â
He bit down on your lip making you part them and he slipped his tongue inside of your mouth with ease - you fully surrendered yourself to him as you climbed over into his lap, straddling his hips. âIâve wanted you since the moment you walked inside these walls,â he pulled away briefly letting those words wash over you. His voice full of lust and want and it drove you crazy.Â
âSo why donât you fucking take me?â his eyes were burning with barely contained fire and you sucked in a breath knowing you were in for quite the ride.Â
âShut up,â he growled, making the tiniest smirk form on your face. âMake me,â his eyebrow raised in challenge but you knew he wasnât one to back down - neither were you.Â
âMaybe I should just have your mouth stuffed if all Iâm gonna get is back-talk,â that no doubt, had the desired effect on you. Your mouth salivated at the thought of Tom using you for his pleasure any way he wanted. âFucking please,â your voice coming out far breathier than you intended.Â
His whole demeanour changed and a down-right filthy smirk spread across his face as he took your desperate state in. Your erratic breathing, your whole body feeling like it was on fire from sheer lust and want.Â
âGet on your damn knees then, princess,â you bit your lip nodding as you dropped to your knees, coming face to face with his bulge and all you wanted to do was devour him.Â
âDo you need an invitation?â he hummed watching you with interest as to see what youâd do next. Your hands making quick work on getting him out of his jeans. His cock was straining through his boxers and you licked your lips, it was all you could think about. But for a brief moment all you wanted to do was savour this moment, before you took off the last piece of clothing, leaving him completely naked. It was something so thrilling this part, youâd always felt that way. You glanced up at him through heavy-lidded eyes as you removed his boxers, his breathing laboured, flushed cheeks and his eyes never leaving you, keeping you locked in place and it was unbearable in the best way possible.
His fingers wrapping in your hair, nudging you forward towards his cock, all angry and red, tip covered in pre-cum that you used as glide to work your hand up and down his length. His cock hot and pulsating in your hand as you gave him a few tugs. A low moan falling from his lips, âfuck,â he breathed, urging your mouth towards him.Â
âWhat should I do, sir?â you taunted, your hot breath falling on his cock, so close yet so far away. âFucking suck,â he ordered giving no room to argue and you let out a moan when you engulfed his cock, feeling the weight of it on your tongue.Â
You were giving Tom the performance of your life, but oh my, it was the most rewarding blowjob youâd ever given. He was so responsive to every little thing you did. âFuck, oh,â he moaned running a hand through his own hair - you could tell a small part of him was holding back and you didnât want that.Â
âStop holding back,âÂ
âSure?â his voice was wrecked and you looked up at him, mouth full of his cock giving him a nod.Â
 âGod the sight of you, such a pretty cock-slut for me arenât you?â He pushed your head further onto his cock and you whimpered, feeling your panties getting absolutely soaked by the second. He mustâve had an innate ability to sense all of your kinks, such as dirty talk was the way straight to your cunt. âYou gonna take all of me? Be a gagging mess for me?â he kept going and you whined against him.Â
âPlease, fucking please,â was all you managed to say before Tom took over, fucking your mouth making the most obscene noises youâd ever heard. All of them going straight to your throbbing cunt. You closed your eyes, feeling his cock hit the back of your throat and you gagged quite a few times which only spurred him on. âOh yes, the best fucking cockslut,â he grunted, his grip on your hair tightening. You preened at the praise feeling like the best girl for him.
Just when you thought heâd cum, he pulled you off of him and you looked at him confused with mascara running down your face, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over. âoh babe, what a sight you are,â he grunted running a finger over your swollen lips. You grabbed his hand, pushing his finger in your mouth and his eyes darkened shoving another one in and your eyes fluttered shut.Â
âYouâre just begging to have your holes filled arenât you?â he tsk-ed and you whined, nodding your head, feeling drunk on lust. He removed his fingers and you opened your eyes, watching him for what was next. Instead of answering you he slated his lips over you and it went straight to your head, letting yourself get lost in the kiss and you let him guide you.Â
âI just bet that cunt of yours is drenched now huh?â he hummed against your lips, the air of confidence returning to him. âWhy donât you find out for yourself?âÂ
His large, warm hands pushed your skirt way up, letting it bunch by your waist and his fingers danced across your inner thighs making you squirm trying to get his fingers where you needed them most.Â
âDonât be impatient,â he tutted and you stilled at once, your breathing coming out laboured. âSorry, so sorry sir,â you breathed letting out a moan feeling his lips on your neck, nibbling and biting on the sensitive skin there, causing tiny goosebumps all along your arms.Â
âMy oh my, what a filthy slut you are, I just bet you love letting me use you however I want huh? All this from sucking my cock?â he drawled and you shut your eyes in embarrassment when he felt your drenched panties. Hell, your juices ran down your legs - you were that turned on. âYes sir, Iâm such a slut,â your hips moving forward desperately needing his fingers inside of you.Â
âYou really are,â you bit your lip, batting your eyelashes at him, âwhatâre you gonna do about it?âÂ
His hands moved to your hips, gripping them tightly, âdo I strike you as a person who will just..give you the answer to that?â he searched your eyes and you gulped. Your faces so close together you could practically touch his lips with yours, your breath falling onto each others. âYes?â he tilted his head sideways and your stomach flipped.Â
âNo then?â he smirked, trapping you with his arms on each side of you. âNo babe, weâre gonna have some fun now - so,â he hummed running his finger tips along your collar bone leaving you a shivering mess. âWhy donât you show me just how desperate you can get you filthy slut hmm? Beg for it,â he nearly growled and it had you in a puddle, your cunt clenching around nothing.Â
âPlease, please sir, please touch me,â the words just fell out of you, a desperate and almost incoherent mess by now. âTouch you where?â his fingers working on removing your top, and he drew in a breath seeing your tits, both of them pierced and hard as rocks.
âSay it,â he growled, flicking your nipple making you gasp. âMy cunt sir, please touch my slutty cunt,âÂ
âGood girl,â he lowered his head, lips finding your neck and moving lower down to your tits taking one of the swollen buds in his mouth and you moaned, arching your back and pushing your tits in his face feeling him pull and tug on them with his teeth. His large hands cupping your free one, playing with it whilst the other continued to tug quite roughly with his teeth causing your body to jolt forward and goosebumps to run over your entire body. âOh god,â but he was generous and switched, giving the other tit the same lavicious treatment and you were in heaven.Â
Your head falling back and your legs spreading automatically and you felt him rip your panties from your body. âFuck thatâs hot,â you moaned running your fingers in his hair.
âYou ainât seen nothing yet,â he murmured, moving to your other nipple, lavishing it with the same amount of attention. You bucked your hips trying to get him to touch you, but he wasnât biting.Â
âFucking please! Sir!â you begged almost to the point of tears, youâd never been this sexually frustrated and it drove you mad with Tomâs teasing and torture which was so delicious. âDonât you get fucking bratty with me or Iâll shove these in your mouth,â he warned holding up your panties and your jaw went slack. âThatâs what you want isnât it you filthy whore? You want your own cunt juice all over yourself while I fuck you senseless,â your cheeks burned in embarrassment once again. His eyes were dancing with raw desire for you now, his eyes never leaving yours as he bunched your soaked panties into a ball, shoving it in your mouth and you moaned, nodding your head that this was okay.Â
âI havenât even touched you yet and look at you,â he hummed, his finger ghosting over your folds and you nearly collapsed, you were so ready for him, for whatever he would give.Â
âFuck,â he cursed at how easily his finger slid past your folds due to your slick and you swallowed letting the pleasure roll through you, against your panties feeling his thick and long finger disappear with little resistance, exploring your walls and your eyes rolled back, letting his finger expertly move in and out of you.Â
âMore,â you muffled out as tears formed in your eyes, needing so much more. âWhat a greedy little whore you are,â he smirked adding a second finger, finding a rhythm with ease and you cried out. He was building up his pace, paying close attention to every little reaction you made. He angled his fingers up and further in and your vision turned hazy when he found the spot. The one where your toes curled and you screamed out against your panties, your orgasm rocking into you from nowhere and he fucked you through it and then some, letting you ride your high for as long as possible.Â
He carefully removed your panties from your mouth once you calmed down and collected yourself ever so slightly. He licked his fingers clean and you let out a weak moan at the sight, âThatâs hot,â you hummed licking your own lip and he smirked. âYou good?â he pressed a kiss to your temple and you nodded.Â
âBest fucking orgasm of my life,â you concluded and he laughed.Â
âYou think weâre done so soon?â you lifted your head glancing at him, âWeâre not?âÂ
âFuck no princess, weâre barely getting started. Iâm gonna fuck you into oblivion and then Iâm gonna have a real good taste of that cunt of yours before Iâm letting you leave here,â and that was a promise.Â
It made your stomach drop and fill with anticipation, âSo whatâs next?â you were game for anything and everything. âGet in front of the mirror and spread your legs,âÂ
Well, fuck.Â
You did as told, walking over to the mirror on shaky legs, your heart racing in anticipation for what was in store.Â
Your skin prickled, feeling Tom come up behind you, his cologne mixed with sweat surrounding your senses in the best way. His solid chest pushsing against your back, his fingers gliding along your waist and hips up and down causing goosebumps all over.Â
âYouâre so fucking gorgeous,â his voice low and husky and you closed your eyes at the sensation of having Tomâs lips over your neck, sucking rough marks on the delicate skin there.
âFeels so good,â you twisted your fingers in his hair and you let out a breathy moan when his hands snaked up to your tits and he cupped them. Rolling the hardened buds between his fingers causing your back to arch and you tried to rub your legs together to ease the ache between them ever so slightly to no avail. âIs this all it takes? Pathetic, is that why you had them pierced? To be used and tugged tilâ youâre a crying mess?â his eyes were sparkling with mischief.Â
âPlease,â you whined craning your neck to look at him, only to see his burning eyes watching you. He was just as affected as you, you could feel it now too, his cock pressing into your lower back and you moaned softly.Â
âLook at me,â he ordered and you obliged, he gave you a hard kiss and you eagerly kissed back as his hand snaked to your front, toying with your cunt, running his finger along your sopping wet folds and your knees buckled.Â
He pulled away from the kiss, holding your chin with his free hand and you hissed when he circled your clit, your slick making the glide of his fingers so easy. You were just about to look away when he motioned for you to open your mouth to which you did and he did the hottest fucking thing youâd ever seen.Â
He spat right into your mouth and you nearly came right then and there. He mustâve sensed it too because a wicked smirk formed. âOh you like that huh, you filthy little thing?â just to prove his point, he did it again and you swallowed thickly, your vision hazy from lust.Â
He pulled away for a moment and he rummaged through his clothes, returning with a hand on his cock, stroking it and you couldnât keep your eyes off of his condom-clad cock, wathcing the way his wrist flicked at the tip.
âSuch a pretty cock,â you bit your lip, watching as he walked up to you, his hand finding your front once more, easily slipping a finger inside and fucking you open simultaneously as he pushed you against the mirror, making sure that the two of you had the perfect view to watch what was going to happen next.
âBest put on the show of a life time huh slut?â he growled in your ear, slapping your clit and you cried out. The pain hurting so good and Tom lifted your leg up, making the slide into you easier and you both let out a ragged breath at the sensation of your walls clamping down around him. âFuck, fuck oh Tom,â you gasped as he bottomed out and you had to take a few breaths to steady yourself.Â
âThe tightest cunt Iâve ever felt,â he grunted, nails digging into your hips that you were sure was going to leave a mark. You couldnât form words any longer once Tom started fucking into you, his hips doing the lordâs work and all you could do was hang on and enjoy the ride. Which you very much did.Â
You loved the way his cock felt inside of you, the way he was rolling his hips finding new bursts of pleasure inside of you that you didnât even know existed. You screamed out when he angled his hips up, finding your g-spot and he started rutting into it over and over until you were a quivering mess, barely able to stand up.Â
âFuck that feels so good, sir,â Your breath coming out in short pants, tiny fireworks going off behind your eyelids as Tom figured out your body and what made you tick.Â
He tsk-ed you, a free hand finding your clit, rubbing it in circles. âCome on, cum for me, let me feel you cum all over my cock. Show me what a good little whore you can be,â he growled and with those words, something inside of you snapped like a coil.Â
A dam coming undone as your orgasm wrecked throughout you, screaming his name over and over as he fucked into you giving you what you so desperately wanted.Â
âSuch a fucking sight you are,â he moaned, his hips jerking as he came into the condom, his hips working their way inside of you. You watched in the mirror his facial expression as he came, eyes glassed over, cheeks flushed and jaw slacked. âNothing like you,â you hummed, clenching your muscles and he groaned loudly putting his sweaty forehead against your neck. âFucking shit,â he cursed finally calming down and you whimpered when you felt him slip out of you, already missing the feeling of him inside of you.Â
âWow,â he panted, slipping away from you, removing the condom and tossing it in the bin. You smiled lazily, sliding down against the mirror sitting on the floor completely spent, drinking in the sight of him.Â
He really was the sexiest guy youâd ever laid eyes on. Muscles in all the right places and the juiciest ass that you simply wanted to sink your teeth into, if given the opportunity - god did you hope youâd get the opportunity to do this again.Â
âWow indeed,â he looked over at you, giving you a small chuckle when he saw you on the floor. âYâalright?â he came over with some paper towels, giving you a bashful smile as though to say âsorry itâs the best iâve gotâ. You took it nonetheless, carefully wiping yourself clean the best you could. âThat was ..absolutely mindblowing,â you confessed honestly, and his eyes lit up, a wide smile taking shape across his pretty face that left you molten at the sight. âIt was pretty fucking sensational,â he agreed easily.
A moment passed between the two of you, your head resting on his shoulder as a comfortable silence washed over you, âso, what now?â you hummed feeling how your body finally relaxed after all it had been through, both the tattooing and getting the railing of a lifetime all in the same afternoon. He chuckled softly, âI donât know about you but this has made me famished, so, wanna grab some dinner?â his voice turned surprisingly soft and unsure which made you grin, âarenât you a smooth one then? All shy and bashful,â you teased and he let out a laugh, rolling his eyes, âwell?â
âYeah, letâs go for some dinner,â you agreed and he got up a hell of a lot more smoothly than you, Tom having to help you up and your legs were so shaky still. âFuck,â you cursed walking on wobbly legs - of course Tom noticed it and he smirked proudly.Â
âShut up,â you muttered and he let out a laugh, âYou canât honestly think that this wonât give me such an ego boost, you can hardly walk and thatâs all me,â he wiggled his eyebrows which infuriated you, âand here I was going to say we should definitely do this again sometime, buuuut,â you trailed off and he scoffed, pulling his shirt over his head. âOh princess, you know weâre ending up in bed together again, no doubt,â he radiated confidence as he was checked you, not so subtly, out and it made your cheeks burn as you got dressed.Â
âFirst, you buy me beer and dinner,â he let out a groan, walking behind you and you felt his eyes on your ass, âgod, marry me already,â he begged and you couldnât help but to be helplessly enamoured by him.Â
âIf thatâs your way of proposing, you suck,â you shrugged and he clutched at his heart, âcome on now, Romeo,â with that, you waited outside for Tom to close up the parlour.
âThanks for waiting around,â he smiled, reaching for your hand and lacing your fingers together and you felt the same jolt of electricity as before when he touched you.Â
âAnytime, something tells me youâre worth waiting around for,â you laced your fingers together as the two of you walked down the street and into a pub.Â
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sweet dreams.
synopsis : it was yet another sleepless night for youâ peter, of course, wasn't going to allow that.
pairing : bf!peter parker x reader
wc : 502
warnings : nothing worth warning <3 unless youâre against tooth rotting fluff !!!!! itâs all FLUFF FLUFF FLUFFF !! a comfort fic for my night owls out there who refuse to sleep (mutuals⌠go to bed)
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a/n : hi ! sooo this is a rewrite of an old one, i feel like this is an improvement so iâm pretty proud of that !!! <3 hope you guys enjoy this lil fic, itâll bring you sm joy, i promise !!!! comments, asks, reblogs, are greatly all appreciated :)
brring! brring! brring!
a smile forms on your face as you look at your phone to see the caller id: âlovebugâ alongside a plethora of heart emojis. you always loved hearing from him, no matter the context, and of course you would never complain. only question was, why exactly was he calling you at 3 a.m. in the morning?Â
âpete?â you answer, turning on your camera. your hair is an absolute mess, but you hardly care at this point. besides, it was peter you were talking to, he thought you were beautiful no matter how you looked.
âhi gorgeous.â just as expected. heâs predictable like that.
âmy hairâs a mess, pete.â you chuckle, trying to fix it as much as you possibly could.
âi think it makes you look cute.â heâs grinning sweetly, only to see you roll your eyes in response.
âwhaaaat? itâs true!â
âyeah, right.â you respond, the sarcasm clear in your voice.
âiâm serious.â his tone deepens, though itâs paired with an odd lookâ one that you assume was supposed to be an intimidating scowl, but it just made him look utterly adorable.
âyouâre the cute one.â his grin only widens at your compliment.
âthanks, but i already know that.â he flips his (imaginary) hair, making you giggle. he canât help but do the same once he hears you.
âanyways, whyâd you call?â you ask.
âwell, i swung past your window on the way home from patrol and i noticed that you werenât asleep yet,â he pouts. oh. âi wanted to tell you to go to bed, you know you need it.â
âtechnically, iâm already in bed,â you quip, lying down to prove a point. he could only roll his eyes in response.
âi meant sleep, missy.â his voice was slightly stern, mimicking a motherâs voice.
âno, thank you.â you grin cheekily, though you talk in the same tone as he did, he sighs in disappointment.
âplease!â heâs pleading now, using your known weakness, his âpuppy eyesâ. clearly, that wasnât fair.
âiâm busy though!â no you werenât, you were simply watching tv all night, or at least you were planning to.
âlovie, youâve gotta get your beauty sleep.â heâs serious this time. you just looked at him and pouted, you did not want to sleep, despite the fact that your eyelids were beginning to feel heavier by the second.
âhm, okay, iâll make you a deal.â that piqued your interest.
âokay, tell me.â you lean closer to your phone, peter notices that heâs got your full attention.
âmaybe i could swing over for a sleepover?â he suggests, the smile on his face never leaving, âwe could cuddle? i know you love those.â that was a well known fact between the two of you, it was also peterâs way to get you to fall asleep, a method that never fails.
âhm,â you mulled over the offer, but peter knew what youâd say, âokay, deal.â you say dryly in an attempt to mask your excitement.
âalright, beautiful, be there in ten.â
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conversation | peter parker
pairing: college!peter parker x college!female!reader
summary: peter parker is in the friendzone. and it sucks. especially when the girl heâs in love with is dating his best friend. smack dab in the middle of a bad situation peter struggles to keep his feelings at bay when the girl of his dreams comes to him for advice about her failing relationship.
warnings: i guess post!nwh, swearing, cheating, peter pining for reader, everyone being a bad guy, smut 18+ (minors dni!!!), unprotected sex, creampie
word count: 4.1k
a/n: um my first peter fic! itâs based on the song conversation by joni mitchell. listen to it, or donât, iâm not your mother. i said i was going to stop posting writing, but i have âi must create or iâll go crazyâ disease so... (iâm still not a writer)
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She comes to him for conversation, for comfort, for consultation. But Peter wished she came to him for something else.
He remembers the first time he saw you. How heâd thought his heart had stopped for a second, forgetting how to do its most basic function. How could someone look so effortlessly beautiful? How could a voice sound so sweet while asking such a mundane question?
âIs this seat taken?â.
âN-n-no!â heâd manage to stutter out, his cheeks flushed red and completely taken aback by the fact that you were talking to him. Youâd given him a playful smile before seating yourself next to him.
Did he believe in love at first sight? Yes, after seeing you for the first time, Peter started to think he did.
Meeting you in a chemistry class, Peter thought, must be the universeâs take on a bad joke, because⌠you two had chemistry. Everything just felt so easy when he hung out with you. His smile always wide, cheeks hurting. Conversation flowing freely, or engulfed in a silence, that was always comfortable. The only thing though, even though you two had chemistry, you werenât any good at it. Actually, you were barely passing.
And thatâs how your time began. Sharing sodas after class, in a rundown diner, over chemistry homework. Youâd seen how Peter had gotten straight Aâs on all his tests, and one day youâd carefully asked if he would be so kind as to help you. Those were the actual words youâd used. If Peter would be so kind. As if he wouldnât have done anything youâd ask without a second thought. Okay, maybe not anything. He doesnât think heâd murder someone if you asked⌠or maybe⌠if you were in danger and it was the only wayâ
âPeter!â you laughed, waving your hand in front of his face, âAre you even listening to me?â.
âHuh!?â he hummed, a familiar warmth spreading through his cheeks as your laugh rang through his ears.
âYou zoned out a little,â you said, scrunching up your nose. Oh god he loved when you did thatâ you looked so cute.
âOh! S-sorryâ he stuttered out, still embarrassed that youâd caught him daydreaming, âWhat were you saying?â.
âEhm⌠just forget itâ you looked away, waving your hand, âIt was just something Harry did againâ.
His name coming from your mouth felt like a bucket of ice-cold water over Peterâs head. Harry Osborn, your boyfriend, and Peterâs roommate.
As much as Peter loved Harry, he didnât treat you well. This was usually how your conversations during your study dates would go, once it was clear that after a few hours of studying, you were done with chemistry for the day.
Youâd usually bring up small things that Harry had done that hurt you or annoyed you. And Peter would be tasked with giving you advice, or comfort, or consolation. You always apologized after, for bringing Harry up in conversation, but Peter always brushed it off telling you it was fine. But it wasnât. It always reminded him about his own failures. How if he hadnât been such a pussy at Bettyâs party, all those months ago, and told you how he felt, this wouldnât just be a study date, but a real date. The problem was just that Harry had beat him to it that night. In Harryâs defense, he didnât know about Peterâs feelings about you. No one did.
Youâd disappeared at some point in the night, and Peter figured youâd gone home. Turns out you did go home, but not to your own apartment, but to Peterâs and Harryâs instead. A fact Peter didnât know until the morning after when heâd bumped into you in the kitchen, his heart dropping to his stomach at the sight of you in nothing but Harryâs shirt.
Peterâs dreams werenât completely crushed at that moment. He still harbored hope for you. Harry was quite the whore (Harryâs own words by the way, not Peterâs), and this wasnât the first time Peter ran into one of his hook-ups in the kitchen after a night out. In Peterâs mind this was only a one-night stand. But he couldnât have been more wrong. Not soon after, you started showing up at the penthouse, not to hang out with Peter, but with Harry instead.
Peter tried his best to not be disappointed when you came over. But the tiny spark of hope he had about one day calling you his, soon fizzled out and died. Every time he saw you and Harry kissing, holding hands; he knew nothing would ever happen between the two of you.
Trying to forget you, he started busying himself with classes and patrol, seeing you less and less. Heâd run into you sometimes when you were visiting Harry. Only a short âHelloâ leaving Peterâs lips as heâd retire to his room before Harry could see how much Peter wanted you.
Back in his room, Peter would convince himself that you and Harry being together was the best thing for you. If you were with Peter, heâd only end up hurting you. You deserve the very best, and Peter knew he would never be good enough. He was a fucking mess most of the time. He was always late to things, never on time, he couldnât afford to treat you to nice things like Harry did, and his double life could make you a target, which was the last thing he wanted.
Peter kept his distance the best he could, but as time went on it got harder and harder to convince himself that Harry treated you the way Peter thought you deserved. Peter knew Harry wasnât being honest with you, and it killed him to keep his mouth shut. The bubbling anger simmering under the surface every time heâd see a girl who wasnât you, slip out of Harryâs bedroom. Then like a curse, a few moments later, his enhanced hearing enabled him to eavesdrop on yoursâ and Harryâs conversations on the phone. Harry would always apologize for being too busy to come over and hang out. And with the softest voice, youâd let Harry off the hook every time. Leaving the penthouse, to go on patrol after nights like that, Peter admitted, his punches hit a little harder.
Your relationship tasted especially bitter in Peterâs mouth whenever Harry would throw parties at the penthouse. A hand over your shoulder or around your waist, never leaving your side, showing you off like you were a prized possession and not a human being. Was this the final straw for Peter? Seeing yet another way Harry didnât treat you as well as he should; that had made him not want to make up an excuse, like he normally would, when youâd ask him if he wanted to study at the diner.
Peter had kept his distance from you for the last six months. Tried to stay in his lane. To turn the other eye. To fold his feelings for you in on itself like a piece of paper so many times he hoped theyâd disappear. But one look at you again, sitting across from him at your regular booth at the diner, and his origami-ed feelings had sprung up again like a blooming flower in spring.
âI just really wanted to see him, you know? Iâve been so stressed about this chemistry examâ that I know Iâm gonna fail by the way, and workâs been kicking my assâ and I just wanted to hang out with my boyfriend⌠but he canceled on me three times this weekâ.
Or maybe the final straw, for Peter, was the way your whole body deflated in front of him. Peter could feel his heart break in real time watching you turn your head away, hiding the wobble of your bottom lip. And the worst part of it all was that Peter knew why Harry had canceled on you. Heâd been over at someone elseâs place. But Peter knew he couldnât tell you that.
Carefully he reached out his hand, brushing it over the back of yours as you rested it on the table. âIâm sure Harryâs just been busy! I know heâs got his exams in a few weeks, and he hasnât been home as much latelyâ Peter said, trying his best to make you feel better.
You watched your hands for a moment, how Peter brushed his hand over yours trying to sooth you the best he could. Then you turned your hand, wrapping it around his in a gentle hold. The soft touch of your warm hand, making Peter stop breathing for a second.
âYeah,â you nodded, âyouâre probably right, Peterâ. You tried your best to smile, but Peter could see your sorrow written all over your face, breaking Peterâs heart even more.
âYouâre a good friend Peter!â you started, âIâm so sorry for always talking about Harry, but itâs just that you know him so well, so itâs easier to talk about him with youâ and you always manage to say the right thing to make me feel betterâ you looked down at your intertwining hands.
âItâs almost scary how easily you can make me feel better Peterâ itâs like you have superpowers or somethingâ you said, a chuckle escaping your lips.
âOh, I didnât tell you about my superpowers?â Peter quipped, trying his best to cheer you up even more. A smile spread across your face as you shook your head.
âMy powers are actually being very good at chemistryâ AND knowing how to make my friend whoâs failing her chemistry class feel betterâ.
A giggle left your lips at Peterâs joke as you let out a sarcastic âhaha, very funnyâ, playing along.
If only you knew though. How he wished that this mess could be fixed with his actual superpowers. How he wished he could just put on the suit and save you from Harry. How he wished he could free you.
Landing safely on the rooftop of Harryâs penthouse, Peter looked around for his backpack heâd hid with his clothes. Heâd managed to hide his double life from Harry so far, and he planned on it staying that way, which meant changing in and out of his suit crouched behind a rooftop vent, every day.
He was back earlier than usual, cutting tonightâs patrol short as it had turned out to be a quiet night. Heâd stopped a man stealing a ladyâs purse, and after heâd helped a man, who he was 90% sure had dementia, find his way back to his apartment. After that heâd just swung around the city for a few hours. At sunset heâd found a good spot at the top of this new skyscraper they were building downtown. His feet dangled off the scaffolding as he watched the sky turn every shade of pink and orange, before the sun dipped below the horizon.
Back home, on the roof, Peter felt the soft touch of the spring night against his naked skin. He quickly changed out of his suit before stuffing it back into his backpack, swinging it over his shoulder before he headed towards the rooftop door. With a light bounce in his step, Peter made his way down the stairs, his head filled with thoughts about all the studying he needed to do before his exam next week. Slipping through the front door heâs so distracted by his own thoughts he almost doesnât hear it. The sounds of muffled moans accompanied by Harryâs bedpost hitting the wall.
But he does hear it, and images of how sad youâd looked earlier at the diner start flickering through Peterâs head. Before any rational thoughts can stop him, heâs fished his phone from the back pocket of his jeans. Heâs had enough. His fingers work on their own accord, pulling up your contact.
Peter hi, um are you at the penthouse right now?
He knew you werenât, but he figured this was the best way to bring it up. Taking long strides across the floor, he made his way towards his bedroom door. Why did he suddenly feel like he needed to hide?
He passed through his bedroom door while he slipped his backpack off his shoulder. Not even ten seconds later his phone buzzed in his hands with your reply. He sat down quickly on his bed, one leg bouncing in an anxious rhythm, as he read your reply.
You no? iâm at home why?
Peter i think you should come over thereâs a girl with harry in his room
Did this make him a bad person Peter asked himself as he watched the three dotted bubble appear and then disappear. Was this just him acting out of his own selfishness? Letting the devil on his shoulder whisper in his ear and guide his hand? Or did it make him a hero? Saving you from a toxic relationship?
You iâm coming over.
The sound of your footsteps echoed down the streets, mixing with Peter���s calls of your name as he practically jogged behind you trying to catch up to you.
âPeterâ you sighed, âjust please go back homeâ.
âNo!â he finally caught up to you, grabbing a hold of your wrist, pulling it a little, making you slow down.
âI donât think you should be alone right nowâ.
Your face was blank, the only sign of any emotion coming from your restless eyes dancing across his face. He couldnât decipher what you were thinking. You were angry of course. You were furious only minutes ago when you stormed out the door with both Harry and Peter at your heel.
Harry had spoken his sorry sentences. Telling you it wasnât what it looked like. Begging for your forgiveness. But he was only kidding himself trying to convince you it wasnât what it looked like, that he hadnât cheated on you, when youâd literally caught him with his dick inside another woman.
Harry stayed behind in the lobby, probably thinking it wasnât worth it to go after you into the spring night, in only his robe. Just as Peter were about to rush after you Harry spoke up,
âIf you go after her youâre dead to me!â.
The venomous bite to Harryâs tone stopped Peter dead in his tracks.
âI know you fucking told herâ Harry accused, âIf you go after her Iâm kicking you outâ I NEVER want to see you againâ.
But standing here, out on the streets of New York at midnight, holding your hand Peter knew heâd made the right decision.
âOkâ you said it so softly Peter didn't think heâd even hear it if his hearing wasnât enhanced.
âOkâ he repeated.
You pulled your hand away, a knife twisting in Peterâs heart, and started walking. You didnât say a single word on the way back to your apartment. Peter imagined you were hurt, but you werenât crying, and Peter didnât know if that scared him or comforted him.
Safely back inside your apartment you didnât even acknowledge his presence as you threw your jacket off by the door. Then you walked down the hallway, taking a right at the end, to where he assumed your living room must be. Peter had never actually been in your apartment before.
He followed you down the hallway, after neatly hanging both his and your jacket on your coat rack. He found you on the floor by your couch, your back resting against the front, holding your knees to your chest, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, as soft sobs escaped you.
âIâm sorry you had to find out like thatâ Peter apologized, sitting down next to you on your carpet. A feeling like his only purpose in life was to comfort you, overcame him. So, he wrapped a hand around your shoulders, pulling you against his chest. You leaned in closer to his body, your hands shifting from hugging yourself, to hugging Peter tightly.
âNo, this was exactly how I needed to find outâ you sobbed, âI needed to see it with my own eyes, or I wouldnât have believed itâ.
Peter let you cry until there weren't any tears left to cry, cooing you and whispering all the most reassuring words he could muster up past midnight.
âI donât know why it hurts so bad⌠I think deep down I always knew he wasnât being honest with meâ he always kept me guessingâ you said. No, Peter thought, he kept you down.
Before Peter could say anything, you lifted your head from his chest, a big wet spot on his t-shirt left in your wake. You looked him right in the eye, and Peter could feel a budding warmth of red covering the apples of his cheeks.
âPlease Peterâ you pleaded, moving your face closer, the closest itâs ever been to his. Your right hand traveled to cup his hot cheeks, pulling him even closer to your face. So close he felt your breath tickle his skin while you spoke,
âYou always make me feel betterâ itâs your superpower, remember? Please make me feel betterâ.
Closing his eyes, Peter knew he couldnât deny you, his heart screamed out for you. This was everything he wanted, was it not? With a shuddering breath and a heart beating out of his chest, he closed the space between you, brushing his lips over yours.
Your other hand cupped his other cheek, pulling him even closer to your body, letting out a small whimper as you kissed him back. Peter felt like his head was spinning. He didnât know where he ended, and you began.
Then it all became a bit of a blur. His hands found your waist as you climbed onto his lap, brushing your tongue over his bottom lip, deepening the kiss. Your hand left his cheek to toy with his hair, and Peter just about moaned into your mouth. He needed more of you, and with the way you were grinding down on his growing bulge, he knew you did too.
Warmth flooded his body wherever you touched him, and he didnât think he could ever get enough of you. When your hand left his hair, he just about sighed with disappointment, until he realized how you toyed with the hem of his t-shirt. Raising his hands, he helped you pull it off him. Absentmindedly, you threw it away, before your eyes fell to his chest, quickly scanning over his muscles before they traveled up to his face, where they looked into his soul. Half a second later you pulled him in for another heated kiss.
His hands fell to your ass, helping you grind down on him. Fuck, he was properly hard now, his cock straining against his jeans. With every brush of your core against his cock you whimpered into his mouth, making Peter almost feel lightheaded. You were so pretty. Your lips tasted like raspberries, and under his hands your skin was softer than velvet.
âTake off your pants pleaseâ you pleaded against his skin as you started pressing soft kisses down along his jaw and neck.
His hands raced to unbutton his jeans. You pulled away from his neck, staggering to your feet on wobbly legs, making a whine leaving Peterâs lips. Over him you started pulling on your pants, dragging them down your legs along with your panties in one go. Mesmerized by your silhouette, Peter almost forgot what he was doing. You quickly sat down beside him, fingers coming up to hook around the waistband of Peterâs jeans. Then you started pulling them down to his mid-thigh along with his boxers. Peter almost forgot to breathe as you freed his aching cock.
When you climbed onto his lap, Peterâs brain started working again. His hands fell to your ass, steadying you as you got comfortable on his lap.
âD-did you want me toâŚâ Peter trailed off, not knowing how to say what he wanted to say. Instead, he showed you. His right hand rubber over your ass and hip before his fingers brushed over your clit. You mewled at the contact, your eyes closing before you shook your head.
âNo, no I just want youâ I need you, Peterâ.
Fuck, Peter thought. Heâd dreamt of hearing you tell him you wanted him, for months. And now it wasnât a dream anymore.
âO-okayâ he stuttered, reaching a hand between your bodies, grabbing at his shaft in a rough hold. With his other hand he helped guide your hips to hover over his tip, sliding it back and forth over your slit, and lining it up with your opening. He could feel how wet and desperate you were, coating his cock in your arousal.
With a hand resting on his shoulder, you slowly sat down on his cock. First slipping the tip in, before your walls swallowed the rest of him, taking him fully inside. A choked moan fell from Peterâs lips as he savored the feeling of your velvet pulsing walls around him. Rocking your hips back and forth, your puffy clit rubbing up against his pelvis, as your mouth fell open in a silent gasp, gaping around words you couldnât get out.
âShitâ you panted, âYouâre so deepâ.
âYeahâ Peter breathed out, head falling back against the couch, âYou feel me in your tummy?â.
âFuck,â you lifted your hips, slowly starting to move, ây-yes, I d-doâ.
Looking up at you, as you moved over him, Peter thought you looked like an angel. The way your ceiling light lit up the back of your head, Peter was sure you were wearing a halo.
Your rhythm increased and soon you were bouncing in his lap. Your breathy moans falling from your lips, the wet noises coming from where you were connected, and the way you were starting to clench around him, were making the tension in Peterâs stomach grow. Knitting his eyebrows together, Peter didnât know how much longer he was going to last.
Scared heâd finish before you, his fingers found your clit, pressing down in tight circles. Under the touch of his fingers you almost jumped, while a shuddering breath left your lips. Then Peter felt himself start to get desperate, meeting your bounces with a thrusting of his hip, pushing his throbbing cock even further inside you.
Every brush of his fingers over your clit, coincided with a thrust of his hips, and soon he felt your wall flutter around him. He could feel how your wetness ran down his shaft and down his balls, and he knew you were as close to the edge of ecstasy as he was. His fingers never let up on your clit, and soon you clenched around him so hard he couldnât hold it back anymore.
âFuck,â Peter spat, âIâm gonna cumâ.
âIâInsideâ you moaned, âYou can come insideâ itâs okayâ.
Your words pushed him over the edge, making him come hard inside you with a grunt. He didnât slow down his fingers on your clit, and the feeling of him filling you up and the brush of his fingers, mustâve pushed you over the edge. Half a second later your hips stilled as Peter felt the frantic pulses of your orgasm milking his cock.
The feeling of you riding out your orgasm on his sensitive cock, clenching down on him as your body shook with aftershocks, it was almost too much, too intense for Peter. His breath came out in hard pants, and his body felt hot to the touch.
Peter didnât know how much time passed as you both came down from your highs. It could have been three seconds or three hours. All Peter knew was that with you, he lost all sense of time. But this moment of bliss must come to an end. Everything is temporary, and someone must be the first to pull away.
On wobbling legs, you slid off his lap, sitting down next to him on the floor. You leaned back, grabbing your panties off the couch. Peter averted his eyes. The act was somehow too intimate to watch, even after what you two had just done. Instead, he busied himself with pulling his pants back over his ass, and tucking himself away, as a silence fell over the both of you. It felt heavy, loaded with questions he didnât know if he wanted an answer too. After a few minutes a whisper left Peterâs lips, breaking the silence,
âI think I might be homelessâ.
You didnât answer right away, but Peter could hear your breathing change multiple times, like you were going to say something,
âIâm sorryâ.
tagging some mutuals (this is so embarrassing): @hollandweatherâ, @luciwritesstuffâ, @userhollandâ, @t-lostinworldsâ, @silkscreamâ, @sparklingsinâ, @logangarfieldâ, @justapurrcatâ, @tomdutchâ, @devotionâ, @lnmp89â, @mayal0pezâ, @melodicheauxxo-writesâ,
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All Over Again - College!Peter Parker X Reader
Summary: College!Peter Parker, Female reader (She her pronouns). After No Way Home, Peter is in college. He's tried to move on from his past, but cannot let go of one person. So he has to get her to fall in love with him, all over again.
A/N branching out with more of my comfort characters from different fandoms. Warning for google translated Tagalog (filipino) Also this accidentally became mega fluff. oops.
"Are you okay?"
Peter asked with concern. He is battered and beaten, tired, but relieved and a bit sad. Y/N Embraced him, tightly. "yes, we're fine. i'm so glad you're okay," Peter looked at his friends his eyes were so saddened seeing them.
"You're going to forget who I am," he says, Y/N, Ned and MJ all look at him in confusion. "what?" says Ned, "What are you talking about?" MJ says, full of concern.
"Peter, Please," Y/N says, stepping forward, looking at him. He holds her face in his hands gently. "It's okay," Peter Coos. "I'm going to come find you, and I'll explain everything." Y/N's face begins to swell with tears, "I'll make you remember me." He says assuredly.
"Like none of this ever happened." Peter glances over to Ned and MJ. "Okay?" Peter asks, waiting for reassurance.
"What if that doesn't work?" Y/N asks, desperately looking at him. "What if that doesn't work and we- I can't remember you?" Y/N pleas. "Please Peter I can't lose you,"
"I know," Peter says "There's nothing else we can do." He begins to wipe the tears from her cheeks with his thumb. "Y/n, please" Peter says, it's breaking his heart at just the thought of not being able to see her every day. "Trust me." He says, Y/N nods, and their lips meet in a passionate embrace, a moment of desperate love. "I Love you," Peter whispers. "I love you," she manages to whimper back.
"Promise?" Ned says after their embrace.
"I Promise." Peter says.
They shake hands and embrace, and MJ gives Peter a tight hug.
Peter takes another look at Y/N, feeling as if he's losing the best part of himself. The three watch him leave, each crying and grieving the soon to be loss.
~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~
Y/N reported to work promptly and on time, as usual. The small Coffee shop was practically empty, aside from one customer who was busy on his laptop - probably swiftly typing business proposals. he had his airpods in his ears, and had been slowly sipping a black coffee.
Y/N wondered what it was like to have a job, to be important to someone. For some reason, they woke up last week feeling somewhat empty, a sudden and strange longing and depression. It was as if she was missing a piece of herself.
Despite the existential feelings, Y/N still wiped counters and brewed coffee for everyone. A rush of relief hit her when the bell at the door rang, alerting her of a someone's presence. It was Peter Parker, A name that did not yet mean anything to her. She thought he was cute, and he smiled softly and waved. "Hi, Welcome inn." She said, putting on her best fake nice customer service voice. "Hi." Peter said. He was taken aback by her beauty, even at work in some stuffy uniform. "I've missed you." He wanted to say, but didn't for the sake of not wanting to come across as a total creep. Y/N waited promptly to write down his order. "What would you like?" she prompted. Peter just stood there, it was slightly awkward. "We have your standard coffee shop staples, lattes, espresso, flat white, mocha," Y/N listed off the different kinds of drinks, and Peter let her. It was like music hearing her voice again. "We also have one that's new, it's called the Spider-Man latte. It's basically like a regular latte, But we put white chocolate and spider sprinkles on the whipped cream. Very popular right now." Y/N continued to explain.
"That sounds great." Peter said, "Alright, One Spider-Man Latte coming right up." she said, grabbing a coffee cup to prepare the beverage for him. "Is dairy ok?" She asked.
"what?" Peter said awkwardly. "Dairy, like milk. some people like almond milk, or like soy milk. for some reason people really like nut milk." Y/N said, with a slight amusement. It was almost a flirty quip.
"Well regular cow milk is fine. . ." Peter trailed off, "Unless you have spider-milk." Peter was immediately embarrassed. God that was so awkward.. He thought. Peter wasn't much of a flirt, but the Y/N he knew would have laughed.
Y/N paused for a moment and then smiled softly. "Well we dont carry that, but if you figure out how to milk a spider, please come back and let us know i'm sure it would be a total hit."
Peter smiled softly watching her decorate the top of the cup with whip cream and sprinkles.
"That'll be... $6.75."
Peter handed her cash, and she gave back the correct amount of change. Peter put it right into the tip jar, knowing she would probably use the money for her lunch later. "Thanks, Hey- You look really familiar. Have I seen you here before?" She asked, out of curiosity.
"Well I think we have class together, actually." Peter admitted.
"Oh, which one?"
"Physics." He says prompty, knowing that she sat in the back of the class everyday...
"Oh really?" Y/N shrugged. "I'm not really doing so great in that class to be honest. I got a C on the midterm, some of the questions were a little unclear." She said with a slight laugh.
"oh, i'm actually doing well, I could tutor you sometimes if you want?"
Peter offered, Y/N was unsure of how to proceed, but when she looked into his eyes, it was as if she'd seen him before. she just could not remember...
"That's really nice actually, I'd appreciate that." She said, taking a pen out of her apron and writing her number on a piece of receipt paper. "Here, you can text me. I get off at 6."
"And what was your name again?" she asked.
"Peter Parker."
"right, Peter parker." She repeated his name back to him. "i'm -"
"Y/N," Peter said immediately.
"How did you... Oh." Peter had gestured towards the name tag she was wearing.
Y/N nodded, wondering why there was suddenly butterflies in her stomach over a boy she couldn't even remember was in one of her classes. "Well, enjoy your coffee, Peter."
"you too!"
He said, which caused them both to chuckle.
A Few Weeks Later.
The two had texted as if they were old friends, as if they'd always known each other. sending memes and cute messages throughout the day.
It was late in the evening, Y/N was lonely, so naturally she sent a text to her classmate and new friend.
She opened the contact for Peter Parker and drafted a text message. Heyy she brushed her thumb over the text before ultimately deciding to just press send.
A few minutes later, a reply popped up.
Hi
What are you up to?
Just at home rn
That sounds fun
Not so much..
Sorry :(
The bubble with the three dots appeared for a moment, then disappeared. Y/N was a bit disappointed in this. Then, the phone was ringing. Facetime call from Peter Parker, she answered almost immediately of course.
"Hi." She said excited to see him.
"Hey." Peter said quietly.
"How was class today?" Y/N asked, watching and waiting for Peters reaction on her phone's screen.
"It was alright, but you weren't there.." Peter looked down sadly. "You didn't miss much though, cause' we were just recapping the exam questions." Y/N frowned. "Yeah, I wasn't feeling all that great this morning, I just could not get out of bed..." Y/N trailed off. "I'm not sure why."
Peter looked hurt by this, because deep down he was. He couldn't bear the thought of his decision hurting her. He hated thinking about it at all.
"Well I know of something that I think could make you feel better.." Peter began. "Oh yeah?" She perked up. the butterflies in her stomach were back. "Yes, but it would be kind of a surprise. Can I Come over?" He asked. Y/N nodded. "I think that would be nice. I could use some company." She says. "I'll text you my address now." Y/N says.
"You're not like a serial killer or anything though right?"
Peter chuckled, he had already collected himself ready to go. "No of course not!" Y/N smiled. "okay well then i'll be waiting on this surprise, It better be worth it!" Y/N joked. "I'll see you in a bit."
The call ended, and Y/N went to go freshen up, butterflies in her stomach. she had no idea where they came from.
Less than 15 minutes later, Peter had arrived with flowers, Y/N's favorite candy, and a pizza for them to share. They ended up talking for hours, and falling asleep to a movie on netflix, Y/N leaning right onto Peters shoulder. This was the first night Y/N felt herself somewhat starting to fall for him.
Later.
After going on a few dates and talking even more, Y/N was officially falling for Peter Parker. He visited her work to bring her lunch almost every day, and they were texting each other constantly.
Today, they had a date planned. Y/N was ecstatic, she had spent hours getting ready, and fantasizing about the romantic evening. It was their first nice date at an italian restaurant. She was even dressed in her nicest outfit.
Y/N finished getting ready for the evening, stopping by the mirror to put on a pair of earrings. The plan was so romantic it was as if it was straight out of a movie. An early dinner at a nice restaurant, an evening stroll through the park to go to a museum. She sent Peter a Quick text I can't wait to see you tonight. she checked to see the word "Read" which was followed by the current time.
Upon entering the street where the restaurant was, Y/N was greeted and sat at the table Peter had reserved for them. was she early? when she had checked the time, she wasn't all that early. but Peter was late. she waited, imagining that he missed his train, or got lost, or forgot about some homework. Although that was so out of character for him.
The time ticked by, after about an hour, she had watched people come and go from the busy restaurant, deciding to just leave. It was dark out by now, and the walk home felt dangerous.
She pulled out her phone to call Peter, see if he was running late as a last resort. anything. Maybe it was just too good to be true.
It rang for a while before going to voicemail. at the beep Y/N left a voicemail.
"Hey pete." Her voice was defeated. "I just wanted to see if you were okay and what was going on, Since you stood me up. I just," she sighed heavily. "I really really like you, and i thought you liked me but i guess i'm just head over heels for someone that doesn't care like I do. I'm sorry. But i'm going home for the night. Just text me later, ok?"
She was beyond disappointed. Y/N walked home alone, made it back and cried. She undressed, putting on a pair of shorts, some fuzzy socks and without realizing it, one of Peter's T-shirts he had left at her flat. It had been three hours or so since Peter had left her at that restaurant, alone. In total defeat, she curled up into bed, ready to lull of into sleep to avoid this awful feeling.
Knock.. Knock.. Knock...
It wasn't at the door, but at her window. Y/N jolted up, terrified someone was trying to break in. or worse. She waited quietly, listening, before her phone started buzzing. It was Peter. She answered quickly, scared she was about to get robbed she just wanted to have someone on the line in case. "Hey, It's Peter im outside." he sounded so quiet, his voice was hoarse and he sounded exhausted. Y/N opened the window in confusion.
"He climbing the goddamn fire escape..." She thought. Opening the window, Peter spilled in. His face was brusied, his cheek had a small scratch with blood dried to his face. He looked awful. "Oh my god." Y/N exclaimed, helping him to her bed. He was beaten up pretty bad, and limped slightly. "Peter what happened??" Y/N demanded. "I uh, I got mugged." Peter lied, he was never a particularly good liar to those he loved, but Y/N was filled with worry. "Pete," She grabbed his face gently wiping the blood off his cheek. "I'm so sorry," She sighed. "I feel like an idiot.."
"why?" Peter asked. "I thought you stood me up I was angry and upset, I feel awful knowing you were getting mugged!" Y/N exclaimed. Peter sighed. It didn't feel right.
"I wasn't mugged. I'm sorry Y/N." He said softly. "I have to be honest." Peter stood, and walked over to face the balcony, taking off his shoes. Y/N saw he was wearing red socks although the apartment was dark. "I have to tell you something." Y/N sat on the edge of her bed, in confusion and shock.
She watched as peter took his sweatshirt and jeans off, revealing his suit to her in the moonlight. y/n gasped softly.
"it's you." she said.
Peter nodded.
"And that's not even the craziest part..." He half smiled, going back to sit on the edge of the bed with her once again. "You're going to think i'm absolutely insane." He whispered. Y/n Shook her head, beginning to think she was dreaming.
"I'm Spider-man." Peter said softly. "And I Love you."
Y/N wanted to burst into tears, but sat frozen in shock.
"I always have, since the first time I saw you. You were in my class in elementary school, your hair was braided and you always said hi to me..." He said, smiling at the memory. although y/n had no memory of him whatsoever. "We were in Love, but I had to make a decision that potentially saved the world.." he said, grabbing y/n's hands in his own. "I had Doctor Strange cast a spell, so that everyone would forget who I was. I can prove it. That necklace you're wearing," Y/N looked down to see the necklace around her neck, she had no idea why she felt like she should wear it everyday and no memory of ever buying it.. "I got it for you in high school. and look," Peter pulled up a picture of Y/N and himself on his phone, it was his lockscreen. The two were sharing french fries on the top of a building in new york.
"Peter," Y/N said gently. "I told you I would find you one day, and explain everything. I didn't want you to think I was some creep or some asshole that would stand you up at the restaurant like that,"
"And I know that living a double life is extremely difficult, and people get hurt. I know that being spider-man puts you in danger, So for a while i kept quiet." He explained.
"I just want you to know the truth. you deserve that."
"Peter," Y/n breathed quietly. "I Love you." She said, Peter couldn't wait any longer and kissed her, deeply and softly. Y/N was beginning to feel the emptiness become whole again.
Years later.
College Graduation.
Everyone was excited, MJ even wore a dazzling gown, and Ned wore his best suit, Y/N was dressed nicely, and Peter was wearing a nice suit. It felt like the ending of a movie where everyone is happy and the hopeful song starts playing. It was a new chapter in life for everyone. Peter had become a huge part of Y/N's life, even rebuilding his relationship with MJ and Ned as well. It felt oddly nostalgic for him.
"Halika, oras na para sa larawan!" Ned's Lola exclaimed.
Y/N looked at Ned, so did everyone else. "She said lets get a picture."
The group chuckled and gathered for a picture. Ned was in the center, by peter, who had his arm around Y/N leaning over to kiss her cheek. MJ had her arm around Ned, smiling widely. As they all posed the camera clicked, and Lola was very pleased. "you all look beautiful!" Lola said, smiling teary eyed. "Am so proud of you." She gave Ned a big hug. She hugged MJ, Peter and Y/N.
"I'm proud of us too!" Ned exclaimed.
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Epliogue
After graduation, Peter had planned a romantic date night, Giving Y/N absolutely no details. She walked with Peter up to the rooftop of their shared apartment.
There ware rose petals, candles, and a table and chair set up with a nice bottle of champagne and two glasses set up. Y/N's favorite flowers were in a vase in the center of the small table, The view of the city's skyline was in the distance as they walked. Peter pulled out the chair for her and the two sat.
"Pete this is beautiful..." Y/N smiled gratefully.
"Y/N," Peter began, he was nervous, Y/N could tell, but she kept quiet. She always made peter feel fluttery, He was so madly in love with her.
"Now that we've graduated, and we've got the rest of our lives ahead of us..."
"I know that I want to spend it with you." He says, reaching for something, and getting down on one knee to propose a tiny antique ring. "This was my Aunt May's ring, It was my mothers' too. I want to give this to you and ask," Peter gulped. "Will you marry me?" He asked.
Y/N was elated. She was so in love with him, everything felt so perfect. "Yes!" She exclaimed. Peter slipped the ring onto her finger and she admired it for a moment before embracing Peter. Peter picked her up, twirling her around before kissing her.
The moment was so sweet, they proceeded to pop the bottle of champagne and sip the golden bubbly liquid from their glasses. "I can't wait to spend forever with you." Y/N said, admiring her new ring. "you have no idea how long i've waited to ask you." Peter admitted. "I've carried that ring around for years."
"i'm so glad you found me again."
"You have no idea." Peter said quietly.
Enjoying the moment, there was a breeze in the air, and birds flying by every now and then. It was as if the city yielded for them in that moment.
"So does this mean i'll be Mrs. Spider-man?" she said light heatedly. "Well yes, but maybe don't tell everyone- would kinda defeat the purpose of a secret identity." Peter said with a chuckle. Y/N smiled and laughed. "Y/N Parker." He said. "I like that." Y/N said, and then repeated him to hear herself say the words. "Y/N Parker."
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Your page says requests are open, so I'm sorry if I missed something đđť Could you possibly do Peter Parker (preferably TASM) and friend reader who has a pet jumping spider that she named after him (bc she's crushing bad)? I think it would be funny if she didn't know he was Spider-man. â¤ď¸
this is actually the cutest thing ever i loved writing thisđ hope you enjoy the little blurb !! no warnings just tooth rotting fluff and some deep, deep pining !!
âLook!â You exclaimed, holding up a see-through container filled with dirt, grass, and twigs, housing your newly acquired pet.
Peter leaned down to peer into it. âHeâs adorable.â
You beamed. âI know right!â Youâd always had a fascination for critters, but especially arachnids. Hence the tiny jumping spider in your hands right now. Peter found it precious when you rambled on about your love for spiders, not knowing that your very best friend (and long time admirer) was, in part, one. He always felt a little special.Â
He knew it was stupid, you were never talking about him. Hell, you had no clue he was Spider-Man. But still. Usually everyone was freaked out about spiders, people hated them, even him (before the bite) and yet you managed to see the beauty in them. What other people found gross and freaky you found intriguing.Â
Youâd been over the moon this past week since you found out there were jumping spiders finally available (he never wouldâve guessed it, but apparently they were popular pets) at your local reptile store, (you were also adamant about not getting one from a big chain store).Â
âI named him after you,â you admitted a little bashfully.
âOh?â Peter could feel his heart speed up. Maybe his secret wasnât as well protected as he thought it was.Â
âHis eyes, see?â You moved the container closer to him and placed your index finger on it, tapping gently. âHeâs got those two big ones in the front and these ones on the side.â More tapping from your finger. âHe reminded me of you when you wear glasses,â you giggled sweetly.
Peter felt his heart soar. âYeah?â He smiled wide. âWell Iâve gotta say Iâm honored, I know how long youâve wanted one.â
âYeah,â you beamed. You always appreciated that Peter let you ramble on about your favorite things, no matter how weird they were. You knew it was an unconventional interest, and yet he never made you feel different or odd they were. It only made you fall that much more in love with him.Â
âDid you know that the males perform special dances for the females to get them to mate with them?â
You side-eyed Peter, impressed with his knowledge. Usually you were the one hitting him with random facts. âNo, actually, I didnât know that. Could you imagine if humans did that?â You laughed.
âWell isnât that whats going online these days? With all those dance trends and âthirst trapsâ.â He made quotation marks with his fingers on that last part, making you laugh again.
âI wonder if Spider-Man does that,â you pondered.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Peterâs brows furrowed.Â
âI mean, isnât he part spider or something? Thatâs how he can climb walls and stuff, right? And isnât it why his name is literally Spider-Man. I just wonder how many spider traits he actually possesses.â
âNot the webs, the webs are artificial.â He answered you simply, eyes going wide when he noted the curious look you gave him. âOh! I meanâI think I heard itâREAD IT! Yeah,â he cleared his throat, âI read it somewhere.â Everyday it was getting harder and harder to keep this secret from you.Â
âOkay weirdo,â you chuckled. âIt was between you and him.â You said suddenly.
âMe and who?â Peter asked.Â
âYou and Spider-Man,â you said as if it made all the sense in the world. You tapped the small box in your hands again. âI almost named little Petey here Spider-Man cause I thought it was cute.â
Peter crossed his arms and smirked at you. âReally?â He thought it was the sweetest thing heâd ever heard. If you werenât careful, he was going to pull out his suit right now and tell you everything. Well, either that or kiss the living daylights out of you. He reallyyy wanted that last one to happen. âAnd why didnât you?â
âWell Spider-Man great and all, donât get me wrong, saving the city and all,â you made a gesture with your hands, âbut youâre my best friend Pete. Of course Iâd pick you.â
Peter stood shocked. Honestly, he didnât deserve you and all your kindness. Everyone loved Spider-Man, no one really cared about Peter. No one but you apparently.
âNow,â you grinned wickedly, âwanna take Peter 2.0 out the box and see how far he can jump?â
He scoffed, âCanât believe you even have to ask sweetheart.â
âGreat,â you handed him the container,â you go first. I wanna get a picture of you and your name twin!â
Peter laughed sweetly and looked down at his âname twinâ lounging leisurely on his little twig. Slowly, Peter lifted the lid and placed his finger beside Peter 2.0, allowing the spider, about the size of his fingernail, to crawl onto the tip of his finger.Â
He slowly lifted his wrist out the box and looked over to where you stood, camera in hand, grinning wide. âI took your camera, hope thatâs okay.â You said sweetly.Â
âYeah, it fine.â he wanted to tell you you could anything of his you wanted.
âCool,â you held the camera up and positioned the viewfinder so it was in front of your eye. âOkayâŚSmile in 1âŚ2âŚâ you squealed.Â
Peter hadnât noticed, too busy ogling at you and how beautiful you looked using his camera like that, but your jumping spider had, wellâŚ.jumped.Â
âPeter!â You yelled.Â
âMe or him?â
You burst into giggles, Peter (human) following suit.Â
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Bloody promises
Pairing:Mob!tom holland x reader
Synopsis: itâs your first date with Tom in a long time. Though things donât go as planned.
Warnings: mentions of injuries, blood, pain meds, angst. (I think thatâs it let me know if Iâm missing something.)
A/n: hope you enjoy! I love hearing feedback (nicely<3)
It was wrong place wrong time. You and Tom had planned to go out on a date that night, seeing as itâs been months since you both had spent quality time together.
You decided to just keep it simple and take a walk and eat some ice cream from your favorite place in London.
Taking a stroll all the while Tom is telling you about his day, how horrible it was, how someone owed him tons of money and how much he missed you.
You always took his mind off of his work. Looking back, you knew what you were getting into when you started dating.
After all, you yourself had come from the second most powerful mob in London. Your father though kept you in the dark about a lot of the bad and the ugly, seeing as he wanted to protect you but now this is your life permanently. Though Tom always tries to protect you from everything and anyone.
Many always tried to take down Tom and his mob and all were unsuccessful. That meant he always had full protection on the mansion and on you specifically. You always had a target on your back since you were considered Tomâs weakness and your father had his own powerful mob as well. So you thought who would dare go against the top two mobs in London?
Tom looking back now, was regretting not having his personal guard with him on your guysâ date. You specifically asked today, that it would just be you and him and that you were tired of having someone follow the both of you around and how you just wanted today to be private. âPlease T. For me?â
âThings have been really stressful for the both of us and I just want to spend this time together. I know it would be good for us. Please. Just this once?â You begged him to be alone together. You had literally not once gone out wheather with or without Tom, without having protection. Just you and Tom.
He couldnât say no to you.
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âTom, T-Tom please,â you cried out.
âWeâre almost there darling, stay with me,â he strained, choking back his sobs.
âI canât, I c-ca-anât,â you choked out in pain.
Tom stepped on the gas and held your hand and kissed your knuckles and putting pressure on your wound on your side.
âHey-hey, y/n, stay with me, stay awake okay, weâre almost home!â You could hear Tom faintly talking to you but it wasnât really registering over your heavy breathing at this point. But you could feel the anxiety radiating from him. âHarrison!â Tom yelled bursting into the house with you in his arms, looking for his second in command. His yell echoed eerily through the house and just seconds later Harrison came running down the hallway, face panicked and alert.
âGet Claire here now!â He barked. Claire was a doctor and he pays her a hefty amount of money to work for him and the only one Tom trusted at that. Harrison opened his mouth just before Tom yelled âAsk questions later haz, now!â He ran down stairs to the med bay Area and put you in the bed. You were yelling in pain begging him for relief.
âPlease make it stop,â you shouted voice straining in pain. âMake it stop,â you muttered, sobbing quietly. âPlease..â you begged him. âShhhâ Tom whispered between your cries of help, tears searing down his face, holding you in his arms rocking you back and forth gently, arm wrapped around your head cradling it gently while his other hand continues putting pressure elbow deep in your blood.
You whimpered as he put generous pressure to stop the blood from flowing further. âShhh, Iâm so sorry sweetheart, Iâm so sorry, itâs okay, youâre gonna be okay love,â face buried in your hair, pressing his lips to your temple. âIt hurts Tommy,â you muttered. âI know, I know my darling, itâs okay weâre going to get you fixed up okay?â He rasped. His heart hurt hearing the absolute agony in your voice. His mind kept going back to your date and how he couldâve saved you from this pain.
âYou doing okay love?â, he noticed you were very quiet. You were sitting together on a bench in the park at night after having a mouth watering dinner. Not from those fancy restaurants Tom went for his formal meetings though.
You had always loved getting the greasy, mouth watering food from your favorite diner that had been around for forever. âWhatâs going on in that pretty head of yours?â He asked while looking at you with all the admiration in the world. It was just you and him.
âYeah.â You smiled softly at him. âI was just thinking that I donât remember the last time we went out together, you know I just-â
Tom was brought back when he heard footsteps coming inside and he saw Claire. âWhatâs the damage?â, She asked Tom. You tuned them out, you felt heavy but on the clouds at the same time. Tom was holding your hand and still putting pressure on with his other. You didnât look so good. Your face was white as a sheet and you were sweating profusely. Your body was shaking and shuddering. Claire was already going to work. âHow much blood has she lost?â, she asked him. Tom let out a shaky breath, his anxiety overflowing. âA lot. A bunch of itâŚtoo much,â his voice barely above a whisper. âI-I-Iâm-m cold-d.â You whispered. You were breathing rapidly, Your body shaking, curling up into you self as you tried to get warm.
âSheâs going into shock,â Claire announced and she started working as fast as she could. âGet that blanket from the chair over there and wrap it around her shoulders. Now.â She ordered Tom while she continued working on you and pushing some fluids into an IV into your arm and hooked you up to various machines that made you look so fragile beneath them. In just a few seconds, Tom came back next to you and started covering you with the blanket and tucking it around your shoulders very effectively. He then proceeded to rub up and down your shaky arms continuously trying to comfort you and keep you as warm as possible.
He stood at the head of the bed and watched Claire starting to work on you. She had given you some anesthesia and pain meds so you were slowly getting knocked out at this point. Your eyes fluttered shut looking up at Tom, his fingers tangled in your hair, hand rubbing up and down your arms and leaned down and kissed your hair. He was the last thing you saw before you saw black.
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You woke up to annoyingly loud beeps. Attempting to open your eyes was a struggle it was like they were glued shut. You felt a pang of pain down your side that came and went. Finally coming to it your eyes slowly fluttered open and you realized you were in the med bay in your home. Suddenly you heard muffled voices coming from the other side of the door. The voices got gradually louder and thatâs when you realized it was Tom arguing with Harrison. You looked around the room and found evidence of Tom staying here by your side. His phone, cups of coffee and blankets and other clutter. The door opened abruptly and Tom walked in.
âSweetheart, youâre awake!â Tom tried to look happy but you could see the concern and sadness clear as day in his eyes. âYeah,â You croaked your throat scratchy and dry. You coughed harshly, wincing in pain from your side. Tom rushed to get you some water.
âHere, here darling, drink babyâ he held up a cup of water to your mouth helping you sip, his hand cupping your head for support. The cold water felt incredible, like you hadnât had a drink in weeks.
âMore water?â He gently asked. You shook your head no. âNo thank you.â You whispered head falling back from a sudden dizziness. âYou okay, love?â âHow are you feeling?â He gently probed, gently running his hand over your hair. âIâm okay I think, just a little lightheaded. âItâs probably the meds they got you on. Itâs gonna go away in a bit donât worry.â He said softly, sitting beside you on the edge of your bed.
âItâs okay itâs kinda sick actually, itâs like Iâm drunk,â you giggled, turning into a full blown laugh. Tom started laughing as well seeing you all high and silly from the meds was very interesting to say the least. âWhy were you yelling?â You softly asked him after coming down from your laugh attack. âWhat?â âI heard you and Harrison arguing out in the hall,â you told him. âOh..I- Iâm just so- I just canât believe I let tonight happened. Itâs all my fault and Iâm not gonna stop till I find out who did this to you. Iâm so sorry darli-â âT, stop, take a breath.â You stopped his rambling. âItâs not your fault.â âPlease donât ever think that. Itâs not.â You shook your head looking him in the eye. âYou saved me.â Voice cracking, you smiled sadly at him, tears welling in your eyes. âNo but I shouldnât have had to save you from anything or anyone, you donât get it.â He shook his head, getting worked up now. âI couldâve lost you tonight.â His voice cracked, eyes teary. âI couldâve lost you, I was loosing you.â His eyebrows furrowed a pesky little tear escaping his eye. You slowly cupped his face, gently wiping his tears with your thumbs, kissing his forehead.
âIâm here,â you whispered in the cold empty room. Just you and him. âIâm here Tom, I promise Iâm not going anywhere.â You pressed your forehead against his, eyes closed breathing each other in as time stood still, just you and him. âI love you,â he whispered. âI love you most.â you whispered back. He smiled gently. You donât know who leaned in first but it didnât matter you felt his soft warm lips on yours.
He Feverishly kissed you like youâd disappear and slip out of his arms at any moment. His fingers tangled in your hair and your hands around his neck. He was holding onto you so tightly but so gently at the same time. He deepened the kiss and held you tighter somehow if that was even possible. Both your limbs entangled and you couldnât see where your arms began and ended. He was being so gentle and tender with you like you were made of glass, he never forgot that you were still freshly, badly injured.
Coming up for air both of you panting, you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes enjoying being in his arms and in his warmth and presence. âPlease donât blame yourself my love.â You told him, voice soft. âI donât blame you and I donât believe that what happened was in any way shape or form your fault.â âIf anything Iâm the one to blame, cause you told me itâs best to have protection with us and I said no and-â âhey-hey, no, youâre not to blame for this. At all.â He backed away to look at you.
âYou just wanted it to be me and you.â âAnd thatâs valid.â âI know youâve been stressed lately. And I know I havenât been making it better with me always looking over my shoulder. But I promise you right here, right now Iâll do better by you. I swear it.â He looked at you intensely, eyebrows furrowed. âPinky promise?â You lightly laughed, trying to lighten the mood, raising your pinky.
He chuckled and held up his own. âpinky promise.â He intertwined his pinky with your own. Then hugged your head firmly to his chest, kissing your hair.
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Deadpool and his Wolverine and their omnipresence
#they're everywhere#they're so silly and in love#and i'm slowly losing my mind#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool 3#wade wilson#logan#james howlett#poolverine#deadclaws#loganpool#imagine your otp#otp prompts#writing promt#marvel memes#mcu avengers#ryan reynolds#hugh jackman#tom holland spiderman#old man yaoi
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pairing: bf!peter x fem!reader
synopsis: you tend to peterâs needs with your friends down the hall**
w/c: 1k+
warnings: smut! hj + grinding, cursing, sneaky sex?? minors dni X
a/n: this is my first smut so pls bare w me. like two office references. this wasnt meant to be that smutty but here we are. i hope u like it - feedback always appreciated!
peter is really testing your patience.
heâs been restless the entire evening, shifting and fidgeting on the couch with you. heâs tried laying his head on your lap, tried leaning against the arm of the sofa with his heavy legs on top of you, then decided against everything and sat up straight beside you.Â
the only thing keeping peter from his ultimate desires was the splatter film rolling on harryâs massive flat screen tv that entertained you and your friends.Â
harry and mj are cuddled on the loveseat together, fully engrossed in the movie as ned and betty make comfortable on the makeshift bed scattered on the floor in front of you.
it was peterâs idea to have a movie night with his girlfriend and closest friends, but it certainly wasnât his idea to have the most unbearable boner, right now, at the worst time possible.Â
âthis movie is so gross, who chose this bag of ass?â ned quips.Â
âi think it was mj, babeâ betty whispers.
âyup, it was me.âÂ
âi donât know what youâre talking about, this movie is amazing,â harry shoves a handful of popcorn into his mouth as yet another character screams and dies an excruciating death on the screen.
ned rolls his eyes at him, âyou two deserve each other.â
âhey, you know what? if you donât like it, thereâs the door,â the brunette responds, âi donât know whatâs the cause of all this attitude.âÂ
âitâs be-cause i hate you right nowâ ned fires back.
âoh, so our entire friendship is a lie, i see how it is.â
âyou guys wanna hear another lie?â you chirp, both turning to your attention, âi think youâre both great. seriously. you guys are my best friends and not annoying at all.âÂ
harry crosses his arms and shakes his head in disbelief, âwow.â
ânow shut up and watch the movie.â
your attempts are rendered futile, ned and harry continue to argue while mj watches the gory film with contentment and betty covers her eyes.
your attention turns to peter when heâs tugging on your sleeve. âyes, baby?â you peer down at him with sweet eyes, your pretty face makes his crotch ache.Â
he canât help but look away, âi need help.â he answers your confusion by bringing your hand down to feel his hard length through his sweatpants.
âare you kidding me, peter?â you whisper. his forehead drops to your shoulder defeated, âi canât help it, youâre hot when youâre mean, and it really hurtsâ
peterâs begging makes you feel for him, and you consider your options, âplease?â
heâs giving you desperate eyes, and you decide you canât focus on the movie with your friendâs bickering anyways, so you stand abruptly.
âiâm gonna use the bathroom.â
peter watched you make your way out of the living room, following suit, âm-me too.â
nobody hears or pays attention to the both of you, unaware of the risky events that are to take place down the hall.Â
your boyfriend catches you slipping into the nearest bedroom, which he realizes is harryâs. he goes to protest on entering but is dismissed when your soft lips passionately capture his by surprise. peter stumbles to kick the door shut as you bring him closer by his shirt, walking him backward till his leg meets the bed. youâre on top of him, lips sliding over each other as you lay him down.
he feels your hot heat press against his crotch and over his throbbing cock.Â
ây/n/n,â peter whines, âholy shit.â his head tips, and his eyes roll back when he feels you grind on his thick length. he grabs your hips, helping you move fervently against him.Â
your lips attach to his neck and suck, pleased with your effect on him. peter is so easy to please. youâre glad you wore a skirt tonight, your arousal floods his senses and itâs all he can think about. heâs high on you, and only ever wants to be intoxicated by you.Â
âsâit feel good, baby?â peterâs heavy breathing and rushed nod gives you your answer when he fails to give you a more coherent response.
you decide to tease, gently grabbing his hands and bringing them beside him. you push your weight further onto his hard on but move languidly; you enjoy torturing peter.
âgod, baby, please.â heâs desperate for more. âwhatâs that, petey?âÂ
âi need,â his eyes are screwed tight, he loses his train of thought when you particularly grind on him roughly.
âuse your words, pete. you can do it,â you encourage.Â
âi- i need more, need to cum.â his raspy whine is what gets you.Â
you lift yourself further down a bit, eyes fixated on peter as his eyes follow your hands. you slowly undress his bottoms to reveal his pulsating cock, itâs flushed a bright red, almost painful-like.
you donât do much right away. you glaze your fingers over his member, tracing the prominent veins that run up and down the shaft.
ây/n,â he begs, âdo something.â
your fingers slide to the red tip, circling it. peter shudders against your cool touch. his eyes make contact with yours and he leans up to give you a long tender kiss. your hand wraps around his cock, jerking him off.
peter breaks from your sweet lips, âoh fuck.âÂ
you donât pull back from him. his face, centimeters from yours, looks so pretty, clearly entranced by your magic. youâre breathing into each otherâs mouth, and his needy hands pull at your bare thighs. heâs desperate to cum after an evening full of uncomfortable fidgeting and hiding his hard-on from everyone.Â
heâs lucky to have you, he doesnât know what he did to deserve an angel sent from heaven, giving him a handjob, in someone elseâs bedroom, while his friends are sitting down the hall, unbeknownst to your secret rendezvous.Â
heâs panting against you, watching your face while youâre watching his cock, twitching under your hand, ready to spill. itâs almost like heâs asking for your approval. âbaby? baby, im- im gonna-â
âyo, parker! y/n! did you get lost on your way to the bath-â
unfortunately, you and peter arenât quick enough to conceal the mess youâve made on his very bed when he swings the door open.
âare you fucking shitting me?!â and harryâs running down the hall gagging and clawing at his face.
âoops.âÂ
âugh heâs so dramatic. you know how many times iâve walked in on him-â
âgod, my fucking eyes!â
âheâll be fine.â
âyouâre lying again!â
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Bullies - Peter Parker x fem!reader
Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
Warnings: None! Super fluffy <3
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Description: Peter comforts reader after a hard day at school. It can be any Peter btw but I imagined it as Tom :)
Peter knew things at school werenât good. They never had been. I had six weeks left before I graduated and weâd been counting down the days together, despite being at different schools. Peter was the smart scientific boy who Iâd met at the library and I was the music obsessed girl who was brutally bullied for who I was. Iâd been shoved up against a locker before my English class by Carson, the boy who was committed to ruining my life. I had banged my head badly and was sent to the nurseâs office after passing out in the lesson. My mom had been called and I was sent home. After watching a couple episodes of (your favorite tv show), there was a sharp knock at my window. Spider Boy. Peter. I stumbled out of bed to unlock and open the window so he could come inside.Â
âWhat are you doing in bed?â he asked, crawling in next to me. I rubbed my eyes, hoping the throbbing sensation would stop.Â
âI came home from school early. Had a headache,â I muttered. He knew full well I never got headaches, which was reflected by the conflicted look on his face.Â
âTell me the truth y/n, why are you in bed at 3:00?â I tried to figure out a decent lie but had absolutely nothing. Maybe Iâd fallen down some stairs, maybe Iâd accidentally broken my nose in dodgeball. He wouldnât believe that, he knew I never showed up to phys ed.Â
âRemember how I told you about Carson?â
âOh so thatâs why you currently have a black eye and a half,â he seethed. Well guess that answered the question of whether I looked as bad as I felt. âAre we going to talk about it?â
âIâd rather not,â I responded, cuddling closer to him. His arm was around my shoulders, body turned into mine.
âDid he hurt you?â Of course he hurt me. No one else wouldâve done this to me.Â
âI just said I donât want to talk about it,â I looked up into his glowing brown eyes, not able to tell if he was worried or raging.Â
âFine, we donât have to talk about it. But just know Spiderman is going to have a very stern conversation with Mr Carson,â Peter spoke with severe clarity, âheâs not going to hurt you again y/n.â I knew he meant what he had said. We sat there in silence while my computer continued to play (your favorite tv show). He watched the episode with me, occasionally asking questions so he could catch up. Once the episode ended I turned off my computer and put some music on.Â
âHow was school today Pete?â I asked. School was much easier for him, his teachers actually cared, he had his friends MJ and Ned, and he didnât need to study to get an A.Â
âNot too bad, weâre just getting ready for finals and prepping grad stuff, yâknow,â he explained. I nodded, excited for the short period of time we had left before college.Â
âWhat time do you have to get home?â Aunt May always knew Peter was at my house, but she had standards, especially knowing Peter was Spiderman, and a high schooler.Â
âLike 10:30, weâve got time,â he pressed a kiss to my temples and ran his fingers through my hair. I could feel the tension in the air, I wanted so desperately to cry over the day, over how much pain I was in.Â
âIâm going to hurt you y/n. Iâm going to hurt you as much as I can. And once school is out Iâm going to fucking kill you,â Carson had whispered into my ear as he pressed me into the lockers. I could still feel the padlock being pressed into my back. My eyes started to water and a few tears slipped onto Peterâs shirt.Â
âHey, hey, are you okay?â He sat up and held me back so he could get a proper look at my face. I shook my head, letting the floodgates slip.
âH-he told me he was going to kill me Peter. I canât go back there,â I sobbed. He pulled me in close, his forehead resting against mine.Â
âHe wonât lay another hand on you ever again. I mean it y/n.â I could feel the tension in his body.Â
âYou promise?â I cupped his jaw, my fingers resting behind his ear.Â
âI promise. Iâve got you.â
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You're Gonna Laugh
Female reader x Peter Parker
Summary: Peter is scared of thunderstorms and doesn't want you to know
Warnings: just a lot of fluff
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You two are right now asleep, well you are. Peter is laying on his back wide awake trying to suppress the feeling of tears away. He has been afraid of thunderstorms ever since he was a little kid. He'd always hide underneath the blankets, humming a song or he would go to Aunt May's room to cuddle with her.
He feels so stupid, no other sixteen-year-old boy is scared and on the verge of tears because of a lousy storm. It's hard for him to not flinch or move, scared that he'd wake you up.
Another blast of thunder erupted from the sky making Peter whimper and hide underneath the comforter. Soon after you woke up to light humming. You looked around the room and realized that your boyfriend was under the comforter making the humming noise.
"Peter? What are you doing?" You asked and went underneath the comforter too. Once you did his humming immediately stopped and he closed his eyes trying to pretend he was sleeping. You just smiled lightly and rolled your eyes. "Pete, what's wrong? I know you're awake" you said and started to lightly twirl strands of his hair between your fingers.
He turned around facing you with a tear-stained face. "Oh, Baby what's wrong? Is there anything I can do to help?" You asked. Peter just looked up at you and then nuzzled his head into your chest. "Your gonna laugh at me though" he complained, You looked at him "Bub I'm not going to laugh, I promise. You can tell me".
Peter looked up at you again and mumbled "I'm scared of thunderstorms." If you weren't so close to him you wouldn't have heard. "Baby that's okay a lot of people are scared of them" You soothed and started to play a bit with his hair. "Yeah, Babys and little kids, not teenagers," He said and another crack of lightning and thunder happened. Making him whimper and hug you squeeze your torso even more than he was already.
"Okay Pete, I need to be able to breath" You lightly laughed a bit. He pouted and loosened his grip a little, looking up at you.
"Don't worry, it'll be okay. The storm will go away soon" you said and brought him into your arms, holding him.
"In and out, there we go" You soothed him. You exaggerated your breathing as he followed suit.
You brought your right hand up to the back of his head and ran your fingers through his hair. He snuggled into you more and basically purred like a cat as you held him to you.
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