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Crazier • Pt. 1

pairing: mcu!peter parker x reader

a/n: this is a series ! prob 3 parts im thinking (i think im back AH), editing took me 10000 years actually so if there's something wrong PLEASE don't tell me !!! :D

warnings: umm just me not knowing anything about star wars, girls support girls<3, mentions of breakup, honestly theres nothing wrong but i think i said 'shit' like twice if you give a shit lmfao

"There's no way you actually think 'Return Of The Jedi' is better than 'The Empire Strikes Back'. Like, come on dude, it's so obvious which is better," Ned exclaimed, obviously feeling very strongly about the little debate he had currently going on with Peter.

However, Peter couldn't have been more nonchalant. "Listen, man, I love debating with you but I know where I stand and this is where I draw the line," he shrugged.

Ned opened his mouth, no doubt to argue some more with his best friend, when his gaze shifted to you, "Hey man, maybe we should talk about something Y/N can enjoy too."

That made your head snap up from where you were just toying with the food on your tray. "Don't worry about me guys," you forced a smile, "Honestly, I love watching Ned beat you into a pulp about movies," you looked at Peter.

Peter put on his 'sad-puppy-dog-face', "Ouch babe. You're supposed to side with me here, I'm your boyfriend after all."

"Well, I would've sided with you if you hadn't bailed on me when we were supposed to watch the movies together the other night. If you'd been there then I would've been able to contribute to this conversation and agree with who I genuinely thought was right, which at this moment, I believe, is Ned."

Ned grinned at you from across the table and you two high-fived while Peter just pouted some more, "I'm sorry sweetheart, I really am but y'know I had the internship."

You rolled your eyes, "Of course, I know that. At this point the surprising thing is whenever you don't have that internship," you looked at Ned, "Dude, do you know how many dates and hangouts he's canceled on me? I feel like I should be able to sue at this point. Can you sue someone for wasting your time?"

Ned winced, "Pete, I love you man, but you need to start actually acting like her boyfriend otherwise you won't be her boyfriend for much longer."

Peter's eyes widened a bit but then his face quickly turned nonchalant, "It was just a few slip-ups, don't worry about it," he threw an arm around you and pulled you in, kissing the top of your head, "but you're right, we should talk about something we'd all enjoy."

Laughing, you said, "I told you guys, I enjoy hearing you debate because Ned is always-"

Peter threw a hand up, "Don't finish that sentence. I've had enough of you two fraternizing against me for the day."

You and Ned laughed some more, "Well honestly, you two can continue your...," you waved your hands, " 'old-couple-bickering' and I can scooch down a little and go hang out with M.J.."

Peter pulled you in closer at that, "No don't leave," he muttered in your hair.

"Yeah," Ned started, "let's talk about something else like," he trailed off, "OH, you're managing the school play next week, right? That's gotta be interesting, tell us about that."

"It's really nothing 'Manager' is really just a fun name they stuck on me. Mrs. Lightbody does most of the work."

"Oh come on," Peter said, "when you first got the part, it was all you wanted to talk about. What happened?"

you happened, you thought. It's true, you had been too excited that you'd been chosen to be in charge of everything and you couldn't wait to rant to your boyfriend about just that. That was until he basically ignored you and shook it off as nothing, running away for the stark internship. You hadn't really wanted to talk about it with anybody after that. Maybe it wasn't as cool as you'd thought it was.

You looked down and just shrugged, "Dunno, guess I just didn't think you guys would be interested in it. You've never really shown interest in theater before."

"Well, that was before my gorgeous girlfriend was in charge. Now, go on, tell us what it's like to get a bunch of theater kids on track."

You laughed, "God it's torture. I'm convinced it's some personalized hell made for someone's eternal punishment and I do not envy them."

Peter and Ned laughed along with you, Peter saying, "Yeah I bet. We all know how much you love your control."

You gasped, eyebrows furrowing, "Peter Parker are you saying I'm a control freak?"

He held up both of his hands in surrender, "No of course not babe," he traded a glance with Ned when you weren't looking.

"Anyway," he propped an elbow on the table, rested his head on his palm, and made a motion with his other hand, "continue."

You looked at Ned, "Are you sure I'm not boring you," you asked, shoving your hand in Peter's face when he went to argue.

"Of course not Y/N! Wild, out-of-control theater kids is a favorite subject of mine," he grinned and you huffed a laugh.

"Fine, it's not as easy as I thought'd it be I'll say that. There's always someone way out of line, either singing songs from musicals at the top of their lungs or fighting someone else with the props. One time a kid started climbing the curtain bags and it was disastrous."

You told them all the funny stories you had from the past rehearsals and how you couldn't wait for the upcoming ones.

"Hey these sound fun how come I haven't been to one yet," Peter asked, referring to the rehearsals.

You scoffed, "Please Parker, you can barely make it to a date. There's no way you're gonna make it to one of these."

Peter felt a wave of guilt rush over him. He'd been leaving you hanging a lot lately.

"I'm sorry Y/N/N, really I am. But I want to come to one of these. I want to see you doing your thing. In fact, when's the next one I'll be there," he sounded so sure of himself but you weren't.

"Um," you hesitated, not really sure if you should answer him, "They're every other day after school until opening night. But Peter, honestly, you don't have to come I know how busy your schedule is and you barely fit in things that you need to do, I seriously doubt you have the time to voluntarily do this," you told him, refusing to get your hopes up.

"Hey," he leaned closer to you, "I know I haven't been the best boyfriend lately but I promise I'm going to be there for you today."

"Peter," you said quietly not being able to meet his eyes and that alone made his heartbreak, "Don't make promises you can't keep. That never ends well."

"Hey if I said I'll be there, then I'll be there. come on, gotta have a little more faith in me than that sweetheart," he smiled a little, letting it grow into a grin when he saw your lips tugging up at the corners of your mouth.

"Promise," you asked.

"Promise," he confirmed, leaning in for a sweet kiss. Maybe he could really be there for you this time instead of-

Something hit the side of your face making you both turn your heads towards your other friend. You looked down to find a bunch of rolled-up napkins lying on the floor.

"Well as glad as I am that y'all got that settled, let us remember that this is a public space," Ned said making you both laugh.

"So it's settled, meet you in the auditorium after last period right," Peter asked you, trying to make sure he had the times correct.

"Oh," you replied, a little shocked that he was actually doing this, "Yeah, if you're showing up then I guess so."

peter laughed, "Y/N come on, what did we just have an entire conversation about? Of course, I'm showing up."

You nodded slowly then looked towards Ned, "I didn't hit my head anywhere just a minute ago, did I?"

Ned just shrugged, "I'm just as surprised as you are Y/N. Peter needs to step up his game and I'm sure the internship can wait an evening. After all," he gave Peter a hard look before an amused expression took over his face, "After all, what is an internship if not just running around making copies of random things and memorizing dozens of different coffee orders."

"Hey man come on, we've been over this." he nodded his head towards you and widened his eyes slightly, but you didn't notice, too busy taking a sip from your chocolate milk, "This isn't just any internship. I have to be available at every moment in case Mr. Stark decides he needs me on something."

"Mhm, whatever," Ned took a bite of his sandwich, "All I'm saying is that no matter how important it is, you need to learn to divide up your time evenly."

"Don't worry Ned, I'll be sure to sign him up for some time management classes," you said seriously, making Ned choke on his food from laughter.

Peter sighed, one arm still resting on the table, the palm of it holding his head. his other arm tucked away under the table, hand holding yours.

you were feeling amazing, your mood completely lifted now. Peter was finally making the first step to fix things after your many failed attempts. Things could start going back to how they were at the beginning of your relationship. sweet, caring, and mutual.

You were so sick of feeling like this whole thing was one-sided but now things finally looked like they were turning up.

Little did you know.

When the day finally ended you couldn't wait. Spending time with Peter while hanging out with your new friends (somewhat, you weren't really sure but you were optimistic) seemed like it be such a good time. Almost too good to be true.

You rushed towards your locker and gathered your stuff before shooting Peter a text that you'll just meet him in the auditorium.

You arrived there before anyone else, which was typical, everyone would be wandering the halls with their friends for a while before making their way here. The cast and crew might mess around a bit but in the end, they were extremely passionate about what they did and you knew that in the end, the show would be amazing. They were all incredibly talented.

little by little everyone started filing in in little groups. You searched them all for Peter but he was never a part of them. Oh well, he was probably caught up with Ned and MJ at the moment. He'll be here in a bit.

When the majority of people were present you, reluctantly, decided you had to get things started whether Peter was here yet or not. Everyone had to start getting to work and he should be here any minute now.

"Ok everyone, you've been wandering around long enough. Time to get started," you clapped your hands together, a clipboard held under your arm, "Noah, Jack, and Lacy we've got to start making progress on the set and I don't want paint everywhere we've had one paint fight too many," you narrowed your eyes at Noah and Jack who looked down sheepishly. It had been a mess. It'd looked as if a pride parade had thrown up all over the stage.

"This background is our last chance and if you mess it up again we'll probably have to cancel and if that happens, I will not hesitate to unleash Lexi on you," you gestured towards the girl who glared at them and you could've sworn you saw them pale which made smile a small smile.

You pulled out your clipboard to skim through and see what was on the agenda. "Where's our light-man," you asked and looked up. Everyone shrugged looking around until a girl, Martha, spoke, "Lenny had a teacher meeting, he's running a bit late but he'll be here."

You nodded, "Martha that reminds me, how's your mom doing with the costumes? does she have everything she needs?"

Martha nodded quickly, "Measurements and everything. All of them should be ready a few days before the big day and she'll be here that night for any mending that might be needed." She shot you two big thumbs up.

"Good, good, good," you muttered under your breath. You looked around at everyone and shrugged lightly, "OK so I guess everyone just rehearse your lines, get to work and we should be good for the next couple of hours."

Chatter quickly spread across the large room as everyone got together working and talking. You sat down on a seat and let out a long sigh. You tugged your phone out of your pocket and looked for a new message from Peter. There was nothing. You sent two more and added a call for good measure. He didn't pick up, it just rang all the way through. Maybe he got caught up with a teacher. Or maybe he got detention and didn't get a chance to tell you.

You had more important things to get to and Peter would get here whenever he got the chance. He'd promised after all. So you shouldn't worry about it too much.

You started making rounds around all the groups of working teenagers, stopping when you saw Lexi waving you over to her little group which mostly consisted of the main cast.

You walked over to them, "And how's everything going over here? Any trouble?" They all shook their heads.

"Actually, I think we're getting along rather well, it's a great cast you've rounded up here miss Y/L/N," Mrs. Lightbody said, making you feel extremely proud.

"I actually wanted to talk to you," Lexi said kindly.

"Oh? What's up, Lex." She grabbed your hand and led you a little farther away from the group, turning and shooting them a quick reassuring smile.

Lexi was the star of the whole play, playing the main character, so you'd worked with her closely these past few weeks. She helped you with even the slightest things so you wouldn't get too stressed or anxious (she claimed you were the only sane person in the whole group and it needed to stay that way). She was undoubtedly the most excited person about the whole play and you couldn't blame her, you could already tell from just practice that she was going to do amazing. She was on the popular side where school cliques were involved, but she was always such a sweetheart. She quickly became a great friend of yours and you hoped it stayed that way even after the play and all these fun little get-togethers were over.

"Hey, Y/N I noticed you seemed a little off before. I'm sorry if I'm out of line saying this but I just wanted to check in on you and make sure everything was okay. Anything going on? I'm always here to listen if you need to talk," she smiled one of her heartwarming smiles.

You were a little shocked that she'd noticed, "Thanks Lex, really, but I'm fine I promise. but thank you so much for looking out for me."

she had a look on her face like she didn't believe you but she didn't push it, which you appreciated, "ok well if you decide you want to talk about I'm always around I promise," she grabbed you into a hug which you gladly accepted. she pulled away and squeezed your shoulder before heading back to the group.

You loved her but really there was nothing wrong. Because Peter was gonna show up. Even if he hadn't answered you yet. He's gonna show up, follow you like a lost puppy, and marvel at your every move in that way of his to the point where it got annoying, and you were gonna make him swear to never come to one of these again. To which he would pout and give you puppy-dog eyes and you'd both forget whatever it was you'd said.

He had to come. otherwise, you might seriously start considering Ned's words from earlier. or you won't be her boyfriend for much longer.

Peter had to show up because maybe your whole relationship was on the line.

An hour of a bunch of nonsense arguing passed until you finally heard the press of the large auditorium doors opening up.

Your heart flew when you saw the large mess of brunette curls turned to close the doors. however, your hope quickly deflated as soon as the figure turned around. it was just Lenny the light-man.

"Lenny, great. I need you to start working on the lights and getting them ready," you told him. He nodded and quickly made his way backstage.

You were totally bummed. peter hadn't even replied to you so you had no clue what was going on. you'd even gone so far as to text Ned who'd just sent you a shrugging emoji and an apology for not knowing where he was.

You felt a little broken, with each passing minute, your hope that your boyfriend might still show up dying down.

You were desperate so you walked down to the side of the stage where Lexi was chatting with her 'co-star' Brad Davis, who played her love interest.

You walked up to them, your hand lightly grabbing Lexi's shoulder which brought her attention to you, "Can I talk to you," you whispered. She nodded quickly. You looked towards Brad whose attention was already on you, "Is it alright if I just steal her for a moment," you sent him a fake smile. He smiled back, "No don't worry about it, she's all yours."

He looked like he was might say something else but you didn't give him the chance to before dragging your friend away from all the commotion, "I'm ready to talk now."

She looked at you knowingly before sitting down and patting the spot next to her. So you sat and you told her everything. You told her about all the missed dates, how sometimes he'd just ignore you completely making it impossible to reach him and come back and act like nothing happened, how it always seemed like he was hiding something, and how you were so tired.

And she listened, of course, never making you feel like you were being overdramatic, and making you feel something that Peter always failed to. Seen.

When you finally finished Lexi looked at you with total sympathy-eyes, you hated it but you sucked it up because you had chosen to talk to her.

"Permission to speak freely?" she asked hesitantly. You nodded quickly, "Yes of course, please do that's why I came to you in the first place."

"Dump his ass," she deadpanned. Your eyes widened in shock as you looked at her. "Really?" you asked. She nodded, "Y/N, I love you but it's obvious that this boy doesn't. Because if he did there's no way he'd test you like that, I mean, he's standing you up right now when he promised he'd be here. I say end it before it gets worse. But hey," she held up both hands, "If you think I'm out of line saying that I totally understand but I'm just telling you what I'd do if I was in your shoes."

"You think I should dump him," you mumbled looking down, not really believing it. You'd thought about it sure, what would happen if you two weren't together anymore but you'd never considered it an option, let alone a solution.

"Thanks, Lex, I'll think about it," you gave her a tight smile and she smiled back. "I just hope you do whatever feels best for you Y/N, you've been looking down lately and you don't deserve that." She gave your hand a squeeze and one last smile before she went back to practice.

You weren't seriously thinking about ending things with Peter, you were too scared to lose him. Your friendship was more important than any relationship ever could be. But the longer he went as a no-show the more it ran through your brain for the rest of rehearsal. Peter never texted or called. You were desperate for a simple "sorry" at this point, not wanting to have to settle for the worst option. But as time went on, the less it seemed like an option and more like a task. Something you had to do, that had to be done—something new to check off your clipboard.

Rehearsal ended and people left in groups as they had come. You lingered, smiling and saying you had just a few things to check up on before you left whenever someone took regard for your incessant hovering. Soon enough you were the only person in the big empty room.

You sat at the edge of the stage, legs dangling, and pulled out your phone from your pocket. You sent one last text, we need to talk.

After about ten minutes of waiting there, you decided it was getting late and you had to get home before it was too dark. maybe you could convince your parents to let you head over to Peter's after dinner and you could get over with it then. your mind was made up. you were gonna break up with him.

You gathered your things and made your way up to the big double doors. The hallways were quiet and you were hyperaware of every step of yours. It was weird to see the school so dead, a big contrast to the usual packed hallways. The more you thought about it the more it was like you could almost hear the running footsteps of students. No scratch that, student. Okay at this point it started sounding too real.

You turned around to catch your boyfriend speeding down the hallway, skidding to a stop when you saw you.

"Oh my god Y/N, I'm so sorry I totally lost track of time. I was just helping May out with a few things and next thing I know-"

You held up a hand to stop him, "Save it Peter I really don't care."

His face fell, "But, hey, let me make it up to you! Let's go get some ice cream or something. You can tell me what rehearsal was like today and I'll walk you home after. It's getting dark."

You crossed your arms. you almost wanted to agree but you knew better than that, this whole thing was getting way too much for you to handle.

"Peter I'm done," you told him simply. he looked at you a little confused, "done...done with what?"

"This," you almost screamed as you pointed at the two of you, "I'm done with this, this whole act because, let's face it, we both know you weren't helping May with shit." you were surprised you had gotten this far without crying and you wanted to keep it that way so you sucked in a breath and tried to steady your heartbeat.

The guilty look in his eyes told you enough. you were right. he moved the slightest step closer but you moved back, you really didn't feel like touching him at the moment. "come on sweetheart," he said weakly, "there's gotta be something I can do. I promise I'll show up on time more, you'll never have to wait for me again. I'll be around you so much you'll get sick of me. just please don't do this."

"That's the thing, Peter," you groaned, "I don't want to be sick of you but I'm sick of the way you keep treating me. you make me feel like shit Peter. you're my boyfriend and you make me feel terrible. and I keep trying to help you out, coming up with different excuses each time but I've finally run out. I want a stable relationship and you can't give me that so I'm done."

His eyes were red now and you had to push back the guilt you were feeling, he brought this upon himself. it's true, you wouldn't have done this unless it was absolutely necessary. you loved him but you just couldn't handle it anymore.

"I can," his voice broke slightly on that last word, "I can give you that y/n just give me another chance to show you."

You huffed, "Well Peter, part of a stable relationship is honesty. can you be honest and tell me where you were today? 'Cause it's been established that you weren't with May."

He froze a little and you continued, "In fact, why don't you tell me where you were when you missed all those dates, all those couple hangouts, and all those group hangouts? When you missed my parents' anniversary dinner that they invited you to, or my little brother's birthday party that he was really excited you'd be there for. Go ahead Pete," you flung out your arms, "tell me where you were and I'll believe you can give me a stable relationship."

He looked physically conflicted, as if he was genuinely having an inner battle with himself, "I- I can't y/n/n, but you have to believe me when I say it's for the best."

"And I can't Peter. I can't so just forget this," you cleared your throat, "Come back when you can actually handle a relationship Parker, or you know what, don't because either way, I'm through with this."

You turned to walk away. his hand reached out to grab your wrist but you dodged it and held your hand up, "I don't think we should talk anymore," you kept walking and he didn't follow. You didn't want him to. But in all honesty, it was hard to turn your back when the person you were leaving was always the one you ran to when your heart shattered as it did right then.

the cold air hit you hard and the tears finally came, slightly smudging the concealer under your eyes but you couldn't care less at the moment.

It was true what he'd said, it was dark already and windy so you tried to be alert on your way home, deciding you could process all your emotions when you're home safe.

You were walking for a bit, wiping your tears and trying to keep your vision clear when you heard a slight thud next to you and footsteps matching up to catch yours. "Hello Miss, it's pretty dark, can I walk you home?"

part 2 is here !!

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fr3akho3 · 7 months

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Stuck in a sticky situation

Kinktober day 1: Tied up

Warnings: Tied up, use of nickname ‘Drac’ ‘Draculara’ ‘Princess’, Boyfriend! Peter Parker, Established relationship, Fem! Upset! Reader, slight angst, fluff at the end, after care, slut calling, praise, SoftDom! Peter Parker, Tied webbed to bed

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You were having a hard enough day already, everything was off schedule and you were stressed, you were already 14 minuets late to your boyfriend, Peter Parker's, house, your phone had died, and you were not in the mood for mid-day New York traffic.

After 20 more wonderful minutes of Queens traffic you arrive to his apartment, buzzing him then heading up.

As soon as Peter opens the door to you, you collapse in to his warm arms, a comforting smell of cinnamon that he knew you liked so much filling your nostrils.

"You miss me, Drac?" He laughs out, stroking gently on the back of your head. You only let out a quick nod, not caring to step out of the doorway. "You tired, bad day?" You nod softly, a tear trickling down your cheek, the familiar lump in your throat bobbing back up. "Let's go to my room, Draculara, yeah?"

You both lay on Peter's bed, not saying anything, just holding one another peacefully, softly kissing every once in a while.

"You want anything to eat? I can't cook or bake but I own an air fryer? I'm sure I can make something you'd like in there?" Peter says; gently sitting up and placing your head comfortably on his thighs, stroking your soft hair, feeling fuzzy against his callous finger tips.

"Oh my god, dude, you know what would be so good right now? Fuckin' crinkle cut fries, they’re so good, you should make us some," You say smiling happily. "Please, Peter?" You beg happily, to your boyfriend's dismay he gets up and heads to his kitchen but not without turning around and lifting you out of his bed, he places an arm around you, walking you and himself to the kitchen, he pulls out a chair for you and goes to his freezer, getting the fries out as you pull your phone out.

"Drac? Who you texting?" He says; a tinge of jealousy pangs in his voice along with curiosity, as he goes on his toes to try and see.

"No one, i'm putting music on, Pete." You say, smiling as you hear the jealousy in his voice, knowing you would and could never see another person in the same way you love, or even like, him.

"What song, you thinking, bug?" He smiles at you, his smile lines were your favorite.

"Mm Pretty girls make graves, Love songs on the radio, or Luna?" You ask him looking up from your phone.

"I have no idea what songs those are, so you pick." He says, ogling over you just sitting there.

"Luna's a Smashing Pumpkin songs, and Pretty girls make graves is The Smiths, and then Love songs on the radio's Mojave 3" You state like it was the most common thing on the world.

"I'm sorry, Mojave 3?" He says checking on the fries, making sure they're cooking fine and not burning.

"Yeah, good band, promise."

"Put Love songs on the radio, whatever you pick'll sound good" You put on love songs on the radio, the soft melody filling yours and his eardrums as you stare at each other, content with the love you have for one another.

The fries finish and you sit peacefully with each other, the fries sat and watching from an oval bowl, you've both found your way to Peter's bed, eating and watching Hocus-Pocus on his laptop.

"He's cute," you say not thinking about it about Max from Hocus Pocus

"No he's not, he's probably ugly and old now." Peter says getting defensive which gets you smiling

"Peter, I think your beautiful."

"You do, Drac? You promise?" He says looking away, he's aware it's corny and sappy but he doesn't ignore his feelings.

"Yeah...I do, promise." You say softly, kiss between his forehead and hairline.

Peter kisses your lips softly, devouring your saliva like it was The Body of Christ, worshipping your every movement.

Those few kisses lead to you straddling his lap, he kisses your forehead as you go for his neck and collarbone, leaving small bites and hickeys all over.

"You know...May's working a 10 hour shift...we have a lot of time...only if you wanna..." He stuttered through every word, it wouldn't be your first time together intimately and certainly not last, but Peter was always respectful and careful to avoiding breaking boundaries and such.

"Mm a lot of time to do what?" You said intoxicatingly, the way your voice sounded induced him further, the apples of his cheeks growing red.

"You know...get together..." He said shyly; his pale face turning a light pink

"Oh yeah?" You say teasingly, not wanting to let the moment end.

"Yeah..." He says getting red. "Can we try something...new...together?" He suggests rather sheepishly

"Like what?" Yoh look at him with those beautiful eyes he loves so much

"Well it's October, Halloween season, and I have webs..."

"Whatcha suggesting, Pete?" You say brushing your hands through out parts of his hair

"Wanna tie you up...web you to the bed..." he says hiding his face in the crook of your neck

"What? Can't hear you?" You tease him further.

"Wanna tie you up and let me fuck you," he says louder, still hiding his face in your neck, leaving soft kisses.

"Do it then, pussy." You laugh softly out; teasing the poor boy to his wits end.

"Oh yeah? You gonna be a good girl and let me?"

"Please" You say looking into his eyes

"Want me to tie you up and fuck you? Yeah? Oh yeah?" He whispers; hesitating to go on

"Fuck, yeah, Pete. I need you" you breathe out, staring at him from on top of his lap.

He slides his shirt off, taking your shirt off of you as well, leaving you in only a bra. He lifts you off his lap and puts you sat back on his bed, elbows propped up beneath you. He soon slides down your pants revealing underwear.

"You look perfect, you know that? Gonna take such good care of you" He says grabbing the Vaseline from his bedside table, rubbing it softly on your wrists.

He gets up and grabs his web shooters you whimper as both your hands are webbed to his bed frame

He's careful to pull your bra above your soft and tender boobs carefully. He takes his callus hands spreading one knee to the side then soon the other, he smiles up at you at your slick spreads with your folds.

He massages around your nipples as you whimper, he brushes your cheek with his other hand, inserting his finger inside, stretching you with your slick

"That feel good ,baby, tell me when you want me, okay?"

"O-okay! I want you now, please! I need you, Parker" you beg, vulnerably.

"I'm gonna put it in, alright?" He says softly; pushing your hair out of your face as you nod rapidly.

He's hardened dick slowly teases your entrance, making sure to go slow not wanting to harm you. He's cold hands grabbing onto your hips, his palms cupping your ass and back of your thighs, while his thumb strokes the inside of your thighs, holding them apart.

His tip enters, he pulls in and out a few times trying to feel you out; leaving you whimpering for more.

He's soft to make sure he isn't hurting you; wanting your pleasure as much as his.

He goes all the way in, earning a grown from both of you. His moan was long and relieving.

“Parker, please, start moving.” You beg, your legs crossed around his hips, your hands gripping at the webbing.

“Be patient, Draculara, s’gonna take good care of you, yeah? You gonna be my good girl?” He teases, slowly moving his hips in and out. “Look at You? My pretty girl, all spread for me, all naked, tied up. Fuck I need you”

He pulls all the way out and slams back in, letting out a lewd moan, you whimper as your knees clamp against his waist.

“Fuck! Parker! Please, go harder, please baby?” You squirm and he lightly pinches at your nipple, caressing the other between his hand

“No, keep ‘em open for me, princess, or I swear I’ll stop.” He goes all the way out, leaving his tip in as he slams his hips in and out. “Yeah? You good princess- ah- fuck- you see how hard I am for you? Fuck- y-you see how my cock fucks you?” His hands Go to your waist, moving you up and down on his cock as he goes in and out.

“Fuck! Parker! Please, I’m begging you! Fuck me harder! Please Parker! Fuck- I need you- I want everyone to know I’m yours and I need you so badly, please, baby?” You beg, trying to move your hands; he lets out a chuckle watching you suffer as one finger goes to your clit and the other on your waist.

“I know, Princess, your doing so good for me, yeah? Just keep going for me, your gonna feel so much pleasure, s’yeah?” He goes faster, the lewd sounds of his moans filling the room, as you bite at your cheek, concealing the sounds of your loud moans.

“You feel so good in me- babe- babe! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, please! I- I- I- need you, please baby” you beg your knees clenching together, Peter looks down at you as he stops.

“What’d I say Princess? Spread ‘em Draculara. Maybe I’ll eat you out later if your good, okay? C’mon Princess be a good girl for me and spread ‘em legs?” He’s careful to not mess up your hair as he strokes your cheek

“I-I’m sorry, please, Peter, keep going?” You smile at him as he begins rubbing your clit, ghosting on top of it.

“I’m gonna start going, yeah?” He’s quick to put his cock back in, going slow at first, before putting it all in you, he quickly pulls out leaving just the tip before slamming all of him back in, not giving you time to adjust before fucking you faster then ever, while rubbing your clit with his callus fingers.

“You want it? Mm- yeah princess? You’ll have it. All of it, fuck- all of me. Oh- oh- fuck- mm” deep inhales leave his body, you hear his heavy breathing, his hand leaving your waist and going to your stomach, pressing down to see how far he is, making you go crazy

“Fuck, I love all of you in me, you’re so good to be, Parker, wanna see you cum, wanna see you cum in me, please- Fuck! I- I- I can take it, all of you. I promise.” You whimper out, your back arching forward as your squirm and yell out sinful moans.

“Mm- fuck- Drac- your driving me fuckin crazy- I’m so close- I’m so close- oh- oh- oh! Yeah! Fuck! I love you- princess fuck! Oh yeah? You really love me? Yeah? You gonna let me fuck you? Oh princess…oh fuck, oh what did I do to- ah- deserve this pretty pussy! Mm- please!” He goes faster, you can see this thigh muscles flexing , his cock twitching inside you with every movement.

“Oh- oh- oh! Please! F-fuck! Fuck me! Parker, please, I’m so in love with you, I’m so so in love with you. I need you! I need more of you! I need more of you in me!” You beg as you grind for any friction left.

“Drac- f-fuck! Your tiddies s’beautiful. Wanna suck on ‘em, can I? Please, oh- oh! Please baby let me suck on ‘em while I fuck you and hear your pretty m-moans?” He leans down and takes your boob in his mouth, swirling the warmth of his tongue on your erect nipple.

“Parker! Wanna cum with you! Please let me cum with you! P-please, oh! Oh! F-fuck, oh…oh…you’re so good to me, baby!” You whimper out grasping the webs as your hips lift off the bed.

“Princess- oh Drac! O-oh! Fuck- s’you…you slut…you are just so desperate for me, aren’t ya? You love this cock hard and deep in you? Look at you, didn’t even b-bother! F-fuck-to take your bra off fully, what kind of slut- oh- fuck! Can’t even wait to take her bra off!” He slams deeper within you, hitting the spongey spot that makes you feel so good, he goes up from your chest and leaves hickeys on your collar and moans into your mouth.

He slams his hips, bruising his bones at your entrance. He knows he’s close and he’s hoping you are too. He needs you to cum around his hard and veiny cock.

“F-fuck, my beautiful, smart girl, I’m so in- l-love with you babe! Fuck, can I cum in your pretty pussy, Drac? Pretty please, babe?” He begs with his brown doe eyes.

You don’t stop him, your mouth left agape from everything, his hands on your clit, one on your waist, his mouth against your neck. Soon the feeling of him warm, gooey, seamen fills you and he fucks it into you, it all becomes to much, his screams and yours fill the room.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Don’t stop! Fuck me! Please! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Please, Parker! I love you!” You screams, your out of breathe and sweaty as his pace slows down, he kisses your cheek before slowly pulling out, being careful at his tip.

“S’You did so good for me, yeah? So good my princess. Was I Good for you?” He asks, kissing you and getting up, graving a warm wash cloth and wiping his cum out of you, careful to not hurt your tender cunt.

“Thank you, baby. You did so good, I love you.” He kisses you again. He gets an anti-web fluid and sprays it on your wrist, kissing them as he gets your wrists out.

“Wanna shower then cuddle? I wanna get you cleaned up, Drac” he says, rubbing Vaseline over the places where the webs had left purple and red. “S’My pretty pretty girl.”

“Yeah, shower then cuddle sounds good, thank you baby.” He sure you up and kisses your nipples then you, carrying you bridal to the bathroom, where you two were sure to have more fun.

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spideyzgirl · 1 year

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all that glitters is snow

A/N: a christmas blurb to drag me out of this terrible writers block 🥲 so sorry if this is terrible it’s been a while. happy holidays <33

summary: having never experienced a cold winter season, peter decides to take you on an ice skating date.

pairing: tom!peter x reader

warnings: none

wc: 866

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“ice skating?” you smiled once peter removed his hands from your eyes, showing his own smile as well.

“what do you think?”

“well, it’s definitely not what i had in mind when you told me you wanted to take me on ‘a chilly date’. i thought you meant the stew, but this works too.”

“i still don’t understand how you misinterpreted that. it’s not even spelled the same.” peters voice echoed due to the emptiness of the space. strange. the skating rink was usually bustling with people around this time. that had you wondering what tricks peter pulled land this.

“hey, where is everyone?” you asked as your eyes scanned the rink, realizing just how alone you both were.

“what do you mean?”

“there’s no one here. like at all.”

“so?” peter hid his smile.

“peter, it’s the rockefeller center. it’s never empty like this.” you stated matter-of-factly.

“not unless someone were to rent out the rink for a special occasion. i wonder who did that.” peter squinted his eyes as if he were thinking.

“did you really do this for me?”

“of course i did,” he shrugged. “without mentioning the fact that mr. stark is paying for all of this.” he kissed your nose.

when you told peter you were from florida, one of the hottest states that never gets any snow, he made it his mission to get you to experience a fun, snowy christmas. it had been an excruciatingly cold week of making snowmen and snow angels, and having snowball fights.

you didn’t understand why or how anyone could enjoy having a fast, hard ball of cold hurled at their face, but it was worth participating once you saw the adorable smile on peters face.

as soon as you got your skates on, it was just you and peter on the ice. even though you were clinging onto him the entire time, you had to admit it was really fun. it was fun up until peter suggested you learn how to skate by yourself. despite you reminding him countless times that you’re terrible at skating, peter still insisted that you try a little skating on your own.

you stood like a statue as you squinted at peter, who stood opposite of you on the rink.

“alright, now come to me,” peter encouraged you. “you got this, i believe in you.”

“i don’t got this! i don’t got this at all!” you shouted. “peter come get me!”

“no, you come get me.” he opened his arms.

“i thought this was a date, not a skating lesson?” you groaned, swallowing thickly as you tried pushing forward. it wasn’t perfect and it wasn’t fast, but you were able to push yourself forward.

“oh shit, it’s working a little. peter, i’m doing it! are you watching?” you cheered.

“good job honey, now try going a little faster.”

you lost your balance here and there, but you began to move even faster than you were before.

“see, isn’t it fun when you do it on your own?”

the cold air bit at your face as you sailed towards peter, adrenaline pumping through veins. your smile faded though, when you realized you were going faster than expected.

“uh, peter? how do i stop?” you called out, almost panicking.

“what?”

“how- how do i stop!”

“oh. how do you stop? it’s easy, just-“ peters eyes widened when he too realized you were moving entirely too fast towards him. “y/n, stop!” he cried.

but it was too late, your body crashed into peters, taking you both down to the ground as you landed on top of him. peter groaned; having landed on his back, he had the wind knocked right out of him. you on the other hand couldn’t keep from laughing, which confused peter.

“that’s one way to stop, for sure.” peter grumbled.

“i’m sorry i ran into you. are you okay?”

“your elbow is stabbing my pancreas right now, but i’ll be alright.”

“you don’t even know where that is.” you rolled your eyes.

you tried to get up, but peter wrapped an arm around your back to hold you in place. “wait, let’s just stay here for a second. i need to catch my breath.”

“okay. did you have fun?”

“yeah, up until you tried to kill me. it was great.”

“i had fun too,” you giggled. “but i have to confess, there are ice skating rinks in florida, so this isn’t exactly a new experience for me.”

“could’ve fooled me.” peter joked, laughing when you hit his chest. he connected his lips to yours, giving you a soft, delicate kiss, warm enough to make you both stop shivering. snow landed in his hair, and you looked up to see how pretty and mesmerizing the night sky looked as it snowed.

“hm, a kiss in the snow? that’s different, but i like it.” you shrugged.

“that wasn’t on my list of things to do in the snow, but hey.” peter kissed you again, but even longer than before, not wanting this sweet moment to end.

“i wonder what else we can do in the snow.” you winked.

“you’re talking crazy, i think you have hypothermia.”

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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I know you’re not fine

a/n: totally forgot this existed. I wrote it in the middle of the night after a really bad day a few months ago, so if it's not on par with the rest of my stuff, that's why...

warnings: peter parker x reader, angst, hurt/comfort, tw ed, crying, hint at earlier meltdown

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Your eyes slowly fluttered open to unveil the surprising visage of your boyfriend sitting at the other end of your couch. His knees were up to his chest, and he was simply staring out into the quiet apartment.

“Peter?” you asked, gently making your way up to a sitting position.

His head turned as soon as your voice caught his sharp ears, “hey.”

“What-, how did you get in here?” he might have been your boyfriend and all, but he didn’t have a key, not yet…

“The window,” he gestured to the one behind you that let out onto the fire escape, the exact one that you had purposely kept open the entire day because without the freezing fresh air tickling your cheeks, you felt like you might suffocate.

“What are you doing here?”

“You didn’t answer your phone… radio silence for one day, sure, maybe you’re just busy, but two? Baby, I know you,” you squeezed your eyes shut at his accuracy, “and please don’t try and tell me that you’re okay, that you’re fine because I know you’re not fine. I know,” forcefully blinking your eyes open again, you watched as he gently tilted his head to the side and asked, “so, what can I do to help? Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No, I, um,” you stared down the woollen blanket covering your lower body, “I emailed my therapist, she has time tomorrow…”

“Okay, that’s good… You don’t have to tell me what’s going on, if you don’t want to, you can, but you don’t have to, it’s okay,” he offered, then asked, “are you hungry?”

“No…” you admitted, still feeling completely numb, “it’s a bit, um…”

“Y/n,” his voice was overflowing with concern, though in no way harsh, “when was the last time you ate?”

Still not meeting his gaze, you thought back, “…I had a biscuit this morning…”

“Okay… okay…” he hadn’t been at your side on a day as bad as this one before, so the slight helplessness finally shining through in his voice broke your heart in two, “do you-… what do you need me to do? Is there something you want me to get you? Something that could be easy?”

Finally meeting his gaze, you spoke, “you know that list on my fridge? The one that you thought was a grocery list and I didn’t correct you?” he nodded, nearly running off to find it, “that’s a list of things that are easy, for times like this.”

“Okay,” finally with the answers in hand, he sounded like a whole new person, “so, is there anything on that list that you’re out of?”

“Pretty much everything except for half a packet of biscuits… I wanted to go down to the store this morning, that was the plan anyways, but I didn’t, it was just a bit too-…” you trailed off, too exhausted to go into the nitty gritty.

“Well, then I’ll go right now,” he rose up to his feet, a gentle bounce in his step, “will you be okay here? I’ll be quick, I promise.”

“Yeah,” you felt everything begin to melt as you finally let him in, let him help.

“Hey,” he kneeled down before you, taking your shaky hands in his, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Peter,” you sniffled, raising one of your interlocked hands up, you swiped the back of your own over your cheek, catching the fresh tear that was already trickling down, “thank you.”

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dont-feel-so-good-peter · 2 years

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Hey so I just graduated and was wondering if I could request Peter Parker X Reader where you and Peter are celebrating graduating and if you’re comfortable with it. things get spicy and Peter’s like “I’ve got a graduation present for you”😏

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝐓𝐨𝐦! 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐨𝐦! 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐖𝐇 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐎𝐌, 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.

Word count: 15K+ because I can’t help myself and I’m excited to write another character besides the moon boys. I love the moon knight but it get’s tiring writing for them after a while.

Note: I’m sorry this is long but I’m just excited to write for peter, he’s one of my favorite characters. And this one shot has probably become one of my favorite by far besides pretty when you cry (marc spector x reader)

—GRADUATION FINALLY CAME. The threats had passed, the multiverse wasn't broken and Peter was able to keep his friends and family. He was safe but most importantly, Peter was safe with you. Throughout the months of being blamed for Mysterio's death, Peter sought Wanda Maximoff to help him with a spell to make everyone forget he was ever Spider-Man but wanted everyone in his life who already knew to keep the same knowledge.

And with that spell from the Scarlet Witch, it had worked more than he hoped for. Peter got to keep his life as Spider-Man as everyone forgot (besides the people he wanted to know) and the whole Mysterio situation passed. And now, he got to graduate with his friends Ned and MJ, and of course, graduate with the one he loves the most. You.

Peter never thought he would be able to see the day when he was going to graduate with you once the Mysterio situation happened but thanks to the Scarlet Witch, Peter graduated top of his class and got a scholarship to MIT. Everything felt right in the world, perhaps in another universe, he would have had asked Doctor Strange for help. Perhaps it would have gone the same way as the spell Wanda conjured for Peter or perhaps —the spell would have harmed him in more ways than ever.

Perhaps he would have lost everything in another universe. But in this universe, Peter got what he wanted and he was grateful for Wanda for allowing this life to happen. And with that found appreciation, Peter was being more loving than ever with you.

Peter pulled you closely as the graduation hats were tossed in the air. His hands were firmly on your waist as he lowered his head to kiss your plump lips. The echoing sounds of cheering and yells of the completion of five years of high school (because the blip made them repeat the year much to everyone's dismay) seemed to disappear.

Peter couldn't be more grateful to graduate with you and his best friends. He opened his eyes and stared at your twinkling [color] eyes as you gazed back at him in adoration. He felt like he was in a dream; that all of this was too good to be true. That this wasn't supposed to happen, but this moment has happened. He was grateful to be in a universe where he could be happy.

"Ew, okay. You two lovebirds, get a room." MJ called out with disgust as she stood in front of you with crossed arms as Ned had a wide smile on his lips. "We barely graduated and you two can't get your hands off each other already. I don't want to be a godmother at eighteen."

"Who made you the godmother?" You questioned, teasingly as you turned around with your hands on your hips, tilting your head at the sarcastic girl.

"Duh, me. I'm your best friend, who else would be the godmother of your children?" MJ playfully rolled her eyes as she smiled at you.

You hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe. . .Betty?"

MJ rolled her eyes as she gave you a blank expression. "Okay, yeah. Whatever." She scoffed turning around as her family came to greet her and congratulate her.

"Okay but I'm going to be the godfather, right?" Ned questioned as he walked into the aisle where you and Peter stood, waiting for May and your family to come find you both.

"Of course." Peter countered with a frown. "Who else would be the godfather of our children? Not that we're having any because that's too much responsibility and I can barely take care of myself."

"You're right but I bet if the spell that Ms. Scarlet Witch didn't work, Flash would have loved to be the godfather." Ned joked with a small smirk playing on his lips.

To that, Peter groaned as you chuckled at his groaning. To another effect that Peter was grateful for the spell was that Flash didn't know he was Spider-Man because that was torture. Peter wasn't sure as well if the book Flash wrote about their "friendship" was erased or not, he would have to ask Wanda about that whenever she would come around. Perhaps soon because he invited her to the graduation as he heard as well what happened in West View and to her children.

You glanced around as you looked over your shoulder. You waved your hand around as you shouted, "over here!"

Peter turned around to see indeed, Wanda did come but she had a disguise on. A regular baseball cap and a hoodie over her head. To him, it wasn't the best disguise but he was grateful that she did come. "Wanda!" He beamed happily as Wanda walked up to him with a small smile. "I'm glad you could make it. I didn't know if you were coming or not."

"Well, you have been non-stop texting me about your graduation." Wanda countered with a small chuckle.

Your eyes widened gazing at Wanda herself as a smile widely played on your lips. "Oh! You came." You outstretched your arms and wrapped them around her neck. Leaning down against the shell of her ear, you whispered, "thank you for making this possible."

Wanda rubbed the middle of your back as she nodded. "You're welcome." She pulled away and turned to Peter, pulling him in for a hug as she whispered in his ear, "thank you for constantly checking up on me."

"Of course, you got me the life I wanted," Peter whispered back as he pulled away. "And thank you for picking out my suit for me."

"How could I not? You were spamming with video calls and wouldn't let me go for two hours." Wanda joked as she shook her head. Her eyes averted around the crowd with a nervous expression. "I must go but thank you for inviting me. Congratulations to the both of you."

"Are you sure you can't stay?" Peter frowned as his fingers interlaced with yours. His heart ached from the witch because everything he got was because of her. And he wanted to make sure she was okay. To make sure she was going to be okay without her children. "We're going to have a dinner over at MJ's house. You're more than welcome to come, Wanda."

A sad smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she shook her head. "Thank you but as long I'm around, people will get hurt. I'd rather not have another West View situation. Thank you again for inviting me."

You frowned as Wanda turned around and left, disappearing within the crowd. "I wished she stayed longer. She seems. . .so sad. Do you think she was imagining her children graduating?" You softly asked, lifting your head to look at Peter.

He shrugged as he gazed down back at you. "Maybe, I'll keep spamming her to make sure she's okay because it doesn't seem like anyone else is doing that for her."

You nodded encouragingly, you parted your lips to speak but you were interrupted as May came through along with Happy and Morgan. A camera resided in her hands as she smiled widely at the two of you. "Finally! God, it took us a while to find you both." May said with a deep sigh as she wiggled the camera in the air. "Get close you two, I want pictures."

"Awe, come on, May," Peter whined. "It's hot out here, can't we take pictures at MJ's house?"

May shook her head. "Nope, we're taking pictures here then at MJ's house. Now come on, you two. Hug each other." She gestured with two fingers.

Peter chuckled as his hands gripped your waist, pulling you in. His cheek rested against the side of your head as a big smile spread across his lips. You gazed at the camera happily, throwing a peace sign. But unknowingly, behind you were Ned and MJ making funny faces at the camera.

Peter Parker was lucky and he wanted his luck to go on longer as he had more planned for you.

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You stride across MJ's room as MJ laid on her bed watching you. You were fixing your dress, tugging at the hem of the blue velvet dress. You glanced in the mirror seeing a smirk tug on her lips. "What?" You nervously called out as you fixed the broken necklace that Peter gave you on the trip to London, that almost ended in a disaster —thanks to Mysterio.

"You barely dress up and you look sexy," MJ commented shamelessly. She was wearing a mid-thigh white dress with lacing on the bottom of the dress as she wore white high-top converses. Her hair was nicely done as it was straightened. "Are you dressing up because we graduated or. . .are you going to get some with Peter?"

"W. . .What?" You called out nervously as you gazed back at yourself in the mirror. The dress was shorter than you expected, May picked it out with your mother. You were surprised that they picked out a dress this revealing. The curve of the dress went between the valley of your breast as it hugged in the right spots of your curves; promptly showing your breast off perfectly.

Peter didn't see the dress as you had the graduation gown on zipped up all day, afraid of what he might say because he has never seen you wear something like this. And Michelle knew this, that's why she rolled her eyes, scoffing. "We know you're both not virgins because you told me that magical night in Venice. But, has anything else happen after that?"

"Uh, not really. I mean, we've done it multiple times after but it's. . .kind of vanilla?" You admitted, closing your eyes at the confession as you scratched the back of your head. "Don't get me wrong, I love making love with Peter but. . ."

"You want something more than that, right?" MJ conjured out your thoughts perfectly making you nod. She sighed, slinging her legs off the bed and walking over to you. Her taller frame peered over you as she grabbed a hairbrush and brushed your hair. "Have you ever talked to him about wanting more than vanilla sex?"

"It's come up like two weeks ago but that's when we were dealing with the whole Mysterio situation." You rambled, anxiously fiddling with your broken necklace as you sighed heavily. "But I didn't get this dress. May and my mom did."

MJ rose her eyebrows as she put down the brush, turning you around. "You're telling me they got you this dress?" You nodded. "May and your mom want you get some."

You scoffed, hitting her shoulder as she let out a small laugh. "Whatever. It's not like he's going to do anything with me during this party. It's a family party." You empathize with raised eyebrows. "And we're all spending the night here. The four of us here, Peter isn't going to make a move while we're here."

"God, I'd hope not because you're not having sex in my room." MJ scrunched her nose as she made a fake gagging sounds.

"Shut up." You pushed her shoulder as the two of you laughed.

"Girls! Come on down! The party is about to start!" May shouted from downstairs.

You sighed, looking back in the mirror again. You felt an arm loop through yours as you soothed out your dress one last time. Glancing back at MJ, she gave you a smirk to help ease your nerves. "If Peter doesn't do something, I will intervene." MJ joked as she walked you towards the door.

"Oh, yeah?" You deadpanned as you walked through with her. "What are you going to do?"

"I'll steal you away from Peter, simple." MJ shrugged jokingly and you let out a laugh, descending down the stairs with her. A newfound confidence because you never wore something this revealing around Peter and you weren't sure how he was going to react.

Peter narrowed his eyes at his drink along with Ned. His nose scrunched up at the smell as he got a whiff of it. Your mom sneakingly gave them alcohol as a congratulation for graduating. He wasn't too keen on drinking nor did he care for drinking. "I don't like alcohol," Peter commented, swirling the drink around.

"Oh, come on. We never tried it before." Ned replied, bringing the drink closer to his mouth as he hesitated to take a drink. His lips parted as Peter stared with rose eyebrows, watching Ned take a sip. And immediately, Ned started coughing up as his eyes squinted from the taste. "Nope, never mind. Don't try it."

Peter smiled as he shook his head. "Where's MJ and [Name]? They're taking a while up there."

"They're right there. . ." Ned trailed off as his eyes widened.

"What?" Peter jerked his head in the direction where Ned was looking at. His hands almost lost their grip on his cup as his eyes widened. His eyes lingered on you as you stopped with MJ at the doorframe, talking with her. He noticed your cheeks blushing, the curve of your body as the blue velvet dress hugging your body. The curving of the dress between your breast, cupping them perfectly.

Peter saw the broken necklace hanging between the valley of your breast. The dress went above mid-thigh and the plump of your thighs was shown off beautifully. His Adam's apple bobbed as he quickly brought the cup of alcohol to his lips and drank most of it in one gulp. He narrowed his eyes as he started coughing from the burning sensation as it hit his throat.

You turned your head towards his direction with nervousness but worried. "Are you okay?" You said, letting go of MJ's arm as you made your way to Peter.

Peter gave you a thumb's up as he kept nodding, coughing out his lungs as his pale cheeks turned red. "That's. . ." He coughed again, hitting his chest. "A pretty dress. You-You, look nice, yeah. Yeah. . ."

MJ rolled her eyes from beside you as she crossed her arms. "Nice? She looks sexy."

Peter frown. "Hey, I'm only allowed to call her that."

MJ gave him a blank expression. "Then why didn't you call her that, then?"

Peter stays silent as he parted his lips to say something but the noise came out as his eyes lingered to yours. His eyes trailed down to stare at your breast, momentarily. "You. . .you look. . .sexy." He grimaced at his words, shaking his head.

"Yeah, nice one." Ned snorted, bringing the red cup to his lips, needing a drink for the second-hand embarrassment.

Disappoint filled your eyes for a moment. A brief moment but it was enough for Peter to catch that disappointment. You wanted him to admit that you looked sexy in your dress but you knew he was shy. There was nothing you could do about how shy Peter Parker was.

"Thank you, Peter." You leaned close to his face and kissed his cheek. "I'm going to greet people, I'll be back."

Giving him one last glance, then a glance at MJ, you walked away without saying a word. MJ had her arms crossed, shaking her head as she sighed heavily. "Really, dude?"

"What?" Peter questioned, his pale cheeks still burning as his eyes lingered on your plump ass, watching you disappear into the kitchen. "What did I do?"

"Duh-Duh, y-you l-look s-sexy." MJ mocked with deadpanned eyes. "Seriously? You couldn't do it without stuttering? You're Spider-Man yet you don't have a single ounce of confidence in your weird bones."

"Hey, yes I do." Peter glared at her, huffing as he brought his cup near his mouth again. "Of course I do, it's just weird to say she looks. . .sexy in front of you guys."

"But she did look hot, dude," Ned commented with a shrug.

"Dude," Peter warned, glaring at him. "Don't say that about my girlfriend."

"Sorry, she looks hot platonically," Ned replied sarcastically, taking a sip of his drink. He scrunched his nose up and handed the drink to Peter. "You're going to need this because it's going to be a very long day. And you won't find the time to get in her dress."

Peter grumbled as MJ agreed with Ned and he took the drink out of Ned's hand. And he indeed, started drinking the alcohol. He scrunched his nose at the taste but he took in the taste because he couldn't be at the party sober without the lingering thought of fucking you against the table.

Peter wasn't sure how many drinks he chugged down. He lost count after the fifth cup, he knew his tolerance from his spider abilities would subdue the alcohol but for that very reason; he drank a lot. His eyes would wander to yours as MJ's parents tried to talk to him about MIT. His leg shook from nerves as he rested a pillow on top of his lap.

The strain underneath his black slacks grew uncomfortable. Peter couldn't help but to gaze at your plump ass. The blue velvet fabric hugged perfectly around your ass and for that, he decided that blue velvet was his favorite color. But he couldn't stop the memory of disappointment flickering in your eyes when he awkwardly called you sexy.

Peter knew he wasn't the best at compliments like that. Especially calling you sexy or hot; that was never his thing but hearing Ned call you that "platonically" made something stir in him. He remembered something two weeks ago where you asked him about what he thought about spicing it up in the bedroom but he was so caught up in the Mysterio business and the pressure of stress that he shrugged it off.

Peter, of course, thought about spicing up sexual acts in the bedroom. Of course, he thought about fucking you on a roof, letting the city of New York hear his girlfriend screaming out his name. For everyone to know that you belong to Spider-Man.

To see his webs, crafted around your wrist. Pinning you against the headboard as his cock was inside of you deeply. To see tears fall from your pretty eyes as you sobbed his name, cock drunken for more. To see his costume on you as he fucks you from behind.

There were too many fantasies that Peter wanted with you. But the most prominent one had to be to see you in lingerie with thigh-high stockings with a cute little red bow at the top. How often he would fantasize about that very image in his mind. Peter wanted that, desperately he did.

"So, Peter." MJ's dad called out with a head tilt, catching Peter's attention again as Peter had trouble looking away from you. "What are you going to study?"

"Awe, there are too many subjects I would love to major in." Peter began with a huge smile as he hugged the pillow closer to his lap, ignoring how his cock kept tightening. He really needed to stop glancing over at you. "Like-Like, uh. . .physics, chemistry, engineering but mainly, I think it would fall on biophysics. Maybe I'll be a double major if I get a high enough scholarship."

"I heard the Stark Scholarship can fund whatever major you want but they only pick ten people to fund."

Peter tried to ignore the ache in his heart hearing about Tony. It had been months since his death but sometimes; his nightmares would constantly show Tony. The major guilt he felt tremendously weighed on him but he was thankful for Tony as well because Tony allowed him to live this life. To be with you. And to go to college.

"I know. We're all trying to get into the scholarship program with our invention." Peter warmly smiled as he talked about it. But once again the conversation fell on death's ears. From the corner of his eyes, he saw you dropped something that your mother was trying to hand you. You bent down and your ass got rounder, on full display to Peter's view.

Peter thickly swallowed and felt his cock twitch underneath his pants. He couldn't handle not being able to do anything at all anymore. He brought the rim of the red cup to his lips and drank the contents quickly. The tenth drink of alcohol tonight and he was definitely starting to feel something.

His mind began to become hazy as his fingers drummed against the cup; almost completely ignoring MJ's dad as he talked about the great opportunities of the Stark Scholarship. A weird, drunken feeling washed over Peter as he watched you excuse yourself from your mother and May.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jones but I'm going to get another drink real quick." Peter apologized, quickly standing up and turning away from Michelle's dad before he saw his boner. Peter grew restless as his mind could only think of one thing, you, as he made his way to the kitchen hoping no one else was in there.

You shuffled through the kitchen making sure the food was ready and that the dishes of food that your mother made were good enough to serve. Being alone in the kitchen, you took a quick breather as you leaned against the island that was in the middle of the grey kitchen.

Bending over the island, your arms rested against the counter as you leaned your forehead against your forearms. Taking a quick breather, you didn't hear the door open as you relax for a moment. You were getting tired of family members from your friend's side asking you about the amazing invention you were going to turn in to get into the Stark Scholarship.

Trying to relax, you heard shuffling behind you. And, hands firmly on your ass. You gasped, quickly standing up to turn around to see who it was but the anxiety within you grew calm as you saw Peter cheekily gazing at you. "Peter." You let out a laugh, hitting his arm. "You scared me."

"Why? Were you expecting someone else to touch that great ass of yours?" Peter questioned, his tone slightly slurred. A faint blush spread across your cheeks as you gazed at him curiously. Before you could say anything, his thumb brushed against the bottom of your lips.

A chill went through your body as Peter's eyes bore onto you, half-lidded. With his other hand, it rested firmly against your outer thigh as he closed the gap between the two of you. His slightly taller presence made you shiver as his curls fell over his forehead messily. He forced your head to tilt up as he continued to graze the padding of his thumb against the fresh painted dark red plump of your lips.

Slick coated your panties as the hand on your thigh begin to rub languidly, slowly snaking its way to your inner thigh. "God, I can't get enough of you," Peter whispered, his eyes burning with drunken desire as his tongue swiped the bottom of his lips. "I just want to fuck you right here where everyone at this graduation party can hear you scream my name —Spider-Man's name."

Getting a good whiff of his breath for a moment, you smelt alcohol on his breath. Which surprised you because Peter wrote an essay about teens drinking alcohol was a huge problem in society but, here he was possibly drunk. You weren't sure how much he drank but you did notice he went through his red cups within forty minutes after you greeted him. "Are. . .Are you drunk?"

"I didn't drink enough to get drunk," Peter replied as his thumb massaged near your pussy, just on the inner thigh. But the soft touch of the padding of his thumb, grazing your aching cunt teasingly was enough to almost send you over the edge and agree for him to take you right there in the kitchen. But you didn't want Ned's Lola to walk in and be scarred for life.

"Are you sure? Because you're being overly confident and saying sexual stuff which; you've never done before." You whispered, trying to contain a whimper as his thumb pressed against your clothed clit. The newfound sensation of the thought of your boyfriend fucking you where anyone could walk in was beginning to excite you as your cunt dripped with slick.

"What? I can't compliment what's mine?" Peter murmured as he added pressure against your clit. You shut your mouth tightly as you contained a moan. "Don't be shy, baby. I want to hear your moans." He encourages softly.

This Peter was something new, exciting. It completely caught you off guard as Peter gently massaged your clothed clit. You always wanted to spice things up with him sexually but this was abrupt and new, what caused this behavior? The answer was simple. The fucking dress you were wearing.

"God, that dress you're wearing." Peter leaned in closer as he held your face firmly in his other hand, bringing your face closer. "I could fuck you in that dress every day. I could get drunk just by the taste of your pussy, by the feel of it as well. I can feel you drenching underneath my fingers. You wanted this, didn't you?"

You let out a small moan, nodding. But you heard a noise outside of the door causing you to jolt. "Peter, we have to stop." You said but his thumb did not indicate that he was stopping as he only replied with a faster motion causing your hips to buck against his touch. "Someone might walk in, Peter."

"I have the sixth sense. It will tell me if someone is coming." Peter replied nonchalantly as his brown eyes bore into yours. "You asked for this? Why are you so worried if someone saw? They will know that you're mine once they see how much of a whore you are for me."

"P. . .Peter." You cried out, shaking your head. This was a side of Peter that you wanted to see. The sexual side where he wasn't afraid to call you a whore or a slut. To make you feel good by whispering sexual praises to you or degrading you. All of this was too much, especially since he wore a black suit with a red tie, hanging around his neck. The black blazer that went over the white long-sleeve collar and his black slacks.

You could imagine ruining his black slacks with your cum as you ride his thigh. There were too many fantasies you had about Peter that you were shy to say aloud. There wasn't enough time to tell him your fantasies as finals were around, the Mysterio situation, the spell situation, and his Spider-Man duties.

But at this moment, it felt like there was enough time to finally enjoy what you've been asking for. But at the cost of someone walking in was too high of a price. "C-Can't we do this later?" You whined, unintentionally spreading your legs a bit farther as his thumb continued to massage your clit. While you grabbed the edge of the counter and grabbed his tie, to hold yourself steady because you believed if you didn't hold onto anything, you would fall.

"It seems like you're enjoying this too much to care to do it later." Peter smugly replied as his other thumb slid in your mouth trying to muffle your moans. "Ssh, as much I do want everyone to hear you screaming my name. And to hear how much a whore you're being in here, you are right. We can't let anyone know of our little secret going on in here, okay?"

You nodded, sucking on his thumb as you moaned against it. "Good girl," Peter muttered with a smirk. His thumb brushed against your clit in the right places as his eyes bore onto you. The way you tried your best to keep your lips seal around his thumb as he felt the moans vibrate against his thumb. The way your chest heaved trying to inhale through your nose. The way your thighs shook around his hand as he quicken his pace of massaging your clit.

Peter was in heaven. The hazy feeling from the alcohol clouded his vision, he would have never done this sober but he was glad the alcohol gave him the courage to finally do something like this. "I can't wait to fuck you and feel your pussy around my dick." Peter commented with a dazed smile.

You stared at him with half-lidded eyes, swiping your tongue around the padding of his thumb. He simply groaned at the taste of your saliva imagining his cock being sucked off by that precious tongue of yours that he loved. A pressure built up in your stomach as your thighs shook violently, you were almost to your euphoric release; at the edge of the premise to that sweet relief but Peter quickly pulled his thumb away and stepped away from you.

You furrowed your brows in frustration as you glared at him. "Peter, what the fuck-"

Peter pressed his finger to his lip as he grabbed a cup and began pouring himself some soda. You gazed at him confused but you heard the door creak open. You tried to contain the flush that paled on your cheeks as you turned around to see who it was.

May peeked her head in as she glanced at the two of you. "What are you two doing in here? The dinner is about to start."

"I was checking on the food and Peter decided to help me get the stuff out of the oven." You quickly replied trying to hide the crack in your voice and from the corner of your eye, you saw Peter smirk into his cup as he stared innocently at May. "Is it time to bring the food out?"

You could hear Peter softly snicker into his cup. With your right foot, you stopped on his foot. He yelped at the pain and shot you a glare. May furrowed her brows in confusion at his sudden cry of pain but she ignored it, giving you a soft smile. "Yeah, bring the food out. And Peter?" Peter hummed. "Fix your tie, it's ruffled."

May left with one quick pointing glance at Peter's tie as she pulled her head back, leaving the door closed. You let out a sigh in relief as you hit his shoulder harshly. He rubbed his arm, frowning. "Ow, what was that for?"

"For having quick reflexes, you sure don't know how to catch yourself from not getting punched."

"My quick reflexes didn't get us caught." Peter countered with an arched eyebrow as he set aside his red cup near the sink. "Did you want May to walk in with my dick down your throat?"

"It wasn't down my throat in the first place." You retorted, trying to fix yourself to look presentable and decent. Making sure you looked okay, you grabbed the food to take it out to the dining table.

"Perhaps not, but you wanted my dick in your mouth, didn't you?" Peter commented with a head tilt. You froze, trying to look over at him because what he had said was ultimately true. You wanted his cock in your mouth but you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

"Just help me with the food." You muttered, walking towards the door as you heard Peter's chuckles echo through the kitchen. And you left with an ache between your legs as your panties were completely soaked with slick, thanks to Peter.

Your fingers drummed against the dining table as you shuffled around in your seat. Of course, the Jones placed a seating chart and the person you had to sit next to was Peter who was too eager about it. You saw him sipping on another drink, you just hoped it wasn't more alcohol. He drank through too many cups and now, he was acting completely unhinged.

You were at least thankful that MJ sat next to but she was drawing out the party. She said she wanted to remember the night of graduation, capturing everyone in their true state when they're joyous. You sincerely hoped Peter didn't try anything when MJ would try to draw you.

Continuing through the dinner normally, you were talking to MJ about the invention for the Stark Scholarship contest that was due in the middle of July when all of a sudden, you felt a hand firmly on your thigh.

You cleared your throat, glancing to the right side to look at Peter with a warning glare but he was faced towards Neds, talking excitingly about the new Lego set. Apparently, Ned's Lola bought him a new Star Wars set on the Rise of Skywalker.

You knew that Peter could feel you staring at him. He just gave your inner thigh a rub as if he were saying act normal. You grumbled under your breath as you looked back at MJ who was sketching away. "Have you begun your invention?" You questioned thickly trying to not think about Peter's hand on you.

"I sketched it out like a month ago then I began building it like two weeks ago." MJ shrugged as she glanced at you. "Did you start?"

"I did. I did the mechanics on my invention but I think the wiring might be off-" You stopped talking feeling Peter's hand roam up your thigh, dangerously closing your soaked clothed pussy. You sucked in a breath as you gripped your fingers around your for. "Uh," you cleared your throat. "I think I need help with the wiring. The invention won't turn on because of that."

"Can't you ask Scott Lang? Didn't he have a degree in Electrical Engineering?" MJ questioned thoughtfully with a head tilt.

"How do you know that?" You asked with furrowed brows. Peter's thumb simply grazed your clit causing your thighs to tense from the simple gesture. He truly knew how to make your body burn with desire, wanting more with just his simple touches.

"His podcast? Big Me Little Me. He talks about it with his friend, Luis." MJ commented with a half-shrug. "I'm sure Peter can introduce you to him."

You nodded trying not to say anything as Peter's thumb began to massage your clothed clit again. You clenched your thighs together but he patted your clothed cunt, telling you to open your legs with just a simple hand gesture. Sighing through your nose, you opened your legs and allowed Peter to push aside the clothed fabric.

You sucked in a deep breath, feeling the cool air hit against your coated cunt. His thumb pressed against your puffy clit and immediately rubbed against it, side-to-side in a languid manner. You closed your eyes in contentment, feeling his thumb back against your clit. Everything seemed to echo out as you dove into the pleasure of feeling his thumb.

A small whimper escaped your mouth. You quickly closed it but of course, someone heard it escape you. "Are you okay?" May questioned from across the table.

You opened your eyes and nodded. "Y-yeah. I'm just h-happy to be here. Too much. . .excitement." You wanted to grimace but instead, you gave May a small smile. A soft chuckle left Peter's mouth as he continued his circular motion of massaging. "I'm just. . .excited for MIT."

"Oh, yeah? What are you excited about?"

You couldn't talk while your pussy was getting fingered. You even gave Peter a pleading glance but never once, he turn your way as he talked away with Ned about any new Star Wars content coming out. A frustrated huff left your lips.

Peter wasn't going to slow down in his moments and you were going to have to talk to May while he fingered you underneath the table. There wasn't another choice out of this and you weren't sure if you cared about there being another choice. His thumb massaged you in the right places where you felt that pressure built up again.

You tried your best to not stutter throughout the conversation about MIT but it was hard not to as you tried not to get drunk in the pleasure of his thumb. To not be excited that you were getting fingered in front of everyone and they didn't know. To not be excited that Peter was being more confident as his thumb circled around your clit at a fast pace. You wanted his dick badly inside of you.

You wanted to feel the stretch of your cunt around his cock as he went deep inside of you. As he pulled your hair back to whisper against the shell of your ear about how much he was enjoying your pussy. All you wanted was to feel him inside of you.

Your skin flushed as it warmed from the built-up pleasure from your fantasies and from the work of his thumb. You couldn't handle the thought of cumming in front of everyone, though. That felt private between you and Peter only, and you weren't going to cum in front of family members and your best friends.

Quickly standing up, you saw Peter's hand fall down on the side as he glanced up towards you. "I'll be back." You said no one in particular as you walked away, practically running to the restroom.

You rushed inside of the bathroom, closing the door behind you. A sigh escaped your lips as you glanced towards the mirror. You walked to the sink and stared at the mirror. The flush was evident on your cheeks. You thought you looked messy but no, you looked perfect. Perhaps that's why no one suspected anything but still, the lingering thoughts of Peter's fingers on you.

His sexual words murmur in your ears. The overconfidence he was bearing on his shoulder was too much for you to handle. And you had a feeling that this was just the start of it. Running your fingers through your hair softly, you let out a sigh. Alone with your thoughts momentarily, the bathroom door opened.

You jumped slightly back from the sudden intrusion but you calmed down seeing Peter enter the bathroom. "Peter? What the hell." You whispered loudly watching him close the door and lock it behind him. "What do you think you're doing? We could have got caught again."

"No one noticed." Peter merely shrugged as he stepped closer to you. His hands cupped your face as his eyes trailed along your flushed face. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy the thrill of getting fingered in front of everyone."

You stayed silent but the look in your eyes was all the confirmation that Peter needed to understand that you did like it. That you enjoyed it with every fiber of your being. You sighed, leaning against his hands. "I did." You muttered.

Peter smiled widely. "Then let's continue where we started since we're alone." His hands roamed down to your waist, tightly squeezing as he hoists you up against the sink effortlessly. His hands glided against the fabric of the dress, down to your outer thighs. A shiver chilled your bones as Peter lowered his head down to yours, heatedly kissing your lips.

Peter's nose bumped against yours as he gripped the flesh of your thighs, roughly. Your arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him closer while you scooted to the edge of the sink. Rutting your hips against his, he let out a groan. "I don't know why I didn't try this sooner." Peter murmur against your puffy lips.

You opened your eyes to gaze at Peter. The alcohol gave him a newfound confidence but it seemed like he's been wanting this for a long time. You ran your fingers through his hair as your eyes filled with half-lidded lust and adoration. Faint voices and music from the dinner party seemed to fade. All you could see was Peter and you were lucky to have him standing in front of you.

You were eternally grateful for Wanda being able to do the spell. And for Peter to be able to have this life with you. Perhaps in another universe, you forgot him or he lost you due to the Mysterio situation but in this universe, here he was in front of you. And here you were in front of him. You had all the time in the world with him now, nothing could come between that anymore.

"I love you."

Peter's pale cheeks blushed as he shyly smiled. "I love you too."

There was a moment of silence but then, his lips met back to yours greedily as his hips rutted against yours. His cock strained against his black slacks but you could feel the twitch underneath you as you spread your legs more. His lips left yours as he began kissing against your jawline, down against the underside of your neck.

A soft moan escaped your lips as Peter's tongue glided over a sensitive spot. You tilted your head, allowing him to gain better access. His teeth scraped the sensitive spot as he started to suck. "Wait, Peter. People will see." You panic trying to move your body away from his lips but he held you firmly in place. Sometimes, you hated his super strength. "Please." You whined feeling his lips languidly suck against the supple of your skin.

"Don't worry, I got it under control," Peter muttered against your skin as he sucked along your neck lightly. Moans escaped your parted lips as you shut your eyes in contentment. You couldn't focus on anything else besides his warm lips against your skin, his hands massaging your thighs as they slowly made their way to your inner thighs.

Slick coated your ruined panties as he pulled away. His eyes dilated, gazing at his work. There were little pink hues of markings along your delicate skin, nothing too much where people would freak out over. You could cover it up with makeup. "Peter." The velvet silk coated through your voice as you opened your eyes half-lidded.

A stare that you always gave Peter and a stare that he loved each time he made love to you. But this stare was prominent hunger of desire for you to be ruined. God, how you wanted to be ruined by Peter Parker. "What is it, baby?" Peter questioned, bringing one of his hands and cupping your chin with his thumb and index finger. "What is it that you need? And don't be shy to tell me."

"Please, I need you." You whimpered, shamelessly rutting your clothed cunt against his clothed cock. He could feel the wetness of your cunt slightly coat his black slacks.

Peter felt an insatiable hunger feeling your slick ruin his black slacks. "How do you need me? Just tell me and I will give you what you need." His thumb grazed your bottom lip as he waited for your instructions.

"I need your mouth on me. All over me. I want to cum on your mouth." You begged, tugging at the ends of his brown curls causing him to groan. "Please, Peter."

"I'll give you what you need, baby. Consider this an early graduation present because I have more for you later." Peter replied, kneeling down against the cool tile. His hands found their way back against your inner thighs as he spread open your legs. His senses were high, keeping him alerted just in case someone would try to come into the bathroom. He hoped his senses would work because his mind was going somewhere else gazing at your ruined panties.

"Is this all for me?" Peter commented, gazing up at you with a small smirk. You nodded, feeling shy as if you were a virgin all over again and he was seeing your wetness for the first time again. "Don't be shy on me, baby. I've seen that pretty pussy of yours a thousand times and I'm addicted to it."

"I could say the same thing about your dick." You commented, feeling his warm breath fan against your clothed cunt. The vibrations of chuckles were near your clothed cunt causing you to whimper.

"Well, after tonight, we will see if you mean your words." Peter flattened his tongue against your clothed cunt causing you to moan but not be fully satisfied from not being able to feel his tongue.

"Peter, please." You whimpered, wiggling your hips against his tongue. "I need you."

"Okay, okay. Such a needy girl." Peter muttered, hooking his finger against the side of your panties and pulling them to the side. Your puffy clit was fully displayed to him as slick glistened your cunt. He shamelessly licked his lips gazing at your pussy. The alcohol side effects were still there but he was drunk in love with how wet you were. "I can't believe this is all mine."

Peter's tongue flatten against the wetness and glided his tongue around the entrance of your pussy. The taste was captured by his tongue and you let out a moan, throwing your head back as your walls fluttered against his tongue. He moaned against your pussy causing you to shiver from the vibrations. He lifted your thighs and hooked your legs on top of his shoulders, gaining better access to your aching pussy.

His fingers roamed to the entrance of your pussy as his tongue glided up to your clit and lapped his tongue around in a circular motion. He could feel your cunt trying to take his fingers in. He rose his eyebrows at this, glancing up at you but you were drunk in your own pleasure. He smiled at your state, watching your chest heave above him and he slide two fingers in your aching cunt.

Drool dribbled down the corner of his lips as he suddenly spat against your cunt. Your hips jolted against the sudden action. Series of moans escaped your parted lips while your fingers ran through his brown curls messily, tugging at the ends of them. His eyes were staring at you half-lidded in a daze.

His fingers rapidly went in and out of you as he curled his fingers. The squelching sound of your overly wet pussy filled the air causing your cheeks to burn. Peter loved when you were shy because of how you would constantly hide your face but this time, you showed your shyness to him. It was a vulnerable moment for you that was only reserved for Peter.

Meek whimpers filled the air as his tongue continued to lash side to side. Your hips grind against his mouth as his fingers pumped your quivering cunt, curling his fingers with the roll of his wrist. Peter was too enthralled by your moans that he ignored his sixth sense warning him about upcoming danger and that danger was potentially someone finding out what's going on in the bathroom.

Faint voices were prominently louder outside the bathroom door as the voices of Ned and MJ were outside. Your body tense as you glanced back at Peter, the look in his eyes indicated that he wasn't going to stop as he stared at you half-lidded. A knock erupted through the air causing your eyes to widen.

"[Name], are you okay in there? It's been over ten minutes." Ned called out.

"My parents wanted to know what your invention is and keeps bugging me to find you," MJ commented sarcastically.

"Answer them," Peter said, feeling your walls flutter around his fingers. You were indicating that you wanted to keep going as well. But you knew that Peter wouldn't let you go anywhere and would continue to eat you out.

"I'm. . .fine. My stomach. . .hurts." You grimaced at your reply, trying not to solely focus on Peter's tongue lapping around your clit as the burning sensation of pressure built up in your stomach.

"Do you need anything? My Lola makes a great tea that helps with stomach pains." Ned replied sweetly. You would have gone out there and hugged your precious friend but his best friend was here, eating you out as if you were going to slip through his fingers. And you were in desperate need of cumming.

"N-no. I'm fine."

"Hey, do you know where Peter is at? We haven't seen him either." Ned said, confusion laced in his voice. "He better not be out patrolling on our graduation night. He promised that he would take the night off."

Well, Peter was here with his eyes closed, focusing on making you cum. Either not if they were outside that door or not, he was going to make you cum. The feel of your thighs shaking as your walls fluttered rapidly around his fingers, while he was helping you milk to your release, you definitely knew where Peter was at. In his own pussy heaven.

"N-No. I haven't seen him!" You squeaked out.

"Are you sure?" MJ commented suspiciously.

"Uh-huh!" You could feel Peter's chuckles vibrate against your pussy. Your teeth captured your bottom lip as you tried to contain your moans as the coil in the pit of your stomach was soon about to snap. You prayed that MJ and Ned would leave quickly but instead you heard distant muffling.

"Well, come out soon," MJ said.

Before you could reply, your walls clamped around Peter's fingers as you threw your hands against your mouth to muffle the scream that escaped your lips. Your legs shuttered around his shoulders as you felt the sweet sense of release wash over you.

Panting against your hand, you forgot to reply to MJ as you heard rattling on the bathroom door. Now, Peter grew concerned as he glanced at the door and at you. "Just open up, I've seen you naked before," MJ said, fiddling with the door knob.

"Hide." You whispered, jerking your head towards the bathroom.

"They've known we've done stuff before," Peter whispered back loudly as he stood up with wide eyes. "What does it matter if they find us together?"

"Because Ned will be loud about it and everyone will come to see what the commotion is and everyone will know." You whispered back, jumping off the counter and pushing him towards the shower. "Now, get in there or you won't get anything else tonight."

"You're mean." Peter's lips curled into a pout.

"[Name], open up!" MJ pounded against the door. You pushed Peter quickly yet quietly into the bathtub, shutting the curtains behind him. You flushed the toilet, pretending as if you just used and, using the sink to wash your hands. Finally, you opened the door as MJ has her arms crossed with narrowed eyes and Ned had rose eyebrows. "What took you long?"

"Can't I take a shit in peace without you banging on the door?" You commented, holding the door close to your body just in case Peter tried to peek his head out of the curtains.

"You barely ate anything today. I know because you've been sleeping over at my house for the past week. Sooo, what were you really doing in here?" MJ narrowed her eyes suspiciously as she glanced behind you.

Trying to think of a lie, you fake sniffled. "I. . .I didn't finish my invention for the Stark Scholarship so I didn't want to be asked about it again. The pressure of everyone wondering what great design I had when I haven't started." That was a complete lie because you were almost finished.

"Wait, I thought you said you needed help with the wiring?" MJ questioned, confused.

You tried to hold back your grimace. "Well, I drew out the design and I knew that I'm not good with electrical engineering." You replied smoothly.

MJ stayed silent, studying you. You knew she always caught you in a lie, you just hope this lie was just convincing enough for her to not barge in the bathroom. "Right, okay. . ." She trailed off, glancing at Ned who just shrugged.

"Well, let's just go sit in the living room," Ned suggested, pulling on your arm and walking you to the living room. Glancing back at the door, you knew Peter would eventually come out and you just hope no one would be suspicious.

Sitting with Ned and MJ for a few minutes, Peter came finally as he sat next to Ned. The other two were asking him questions about where he was at but he said he was outside on a phone call with Pepper who was congratulating him. You tried to act like everything was cool and nothing had happened ten minutes ago but the faint look in Peter's eyes as he glanced over to you was enough to send you over the edge as flashbacks flooded your mind.

His hot mouth against your pussy, his fingers curling inside of you hitting the right places. His half-lidded gaze staring at you as if you were the only person in the universe, yes, it was hard to concentrate on the conversation at hand when those flashbacks lingered in your mind.

"Oh, Peter." Ned suddenly called out causing Peter's eyes to tear away from yours as he lazily looked at Ned. "Did you give [Name] her gift yet?"

"Gift?" You questioned confused. You got MJ, Ned, and Peter a gift but there was no indication that Peter was going to give you a gift. He never hinted at anything like that. The cheeky Spiderboy just merely shrugged as a soft smile spread on his lips.

"Well, yeah. I knew you were getting us all a gift so. . .I got you something." Peter replied, nonchalantly.

"Do you know what he got me?" You questioned, directing your question to Ned who shrugged. "You weren't there when he got me the gift?"

"No, we did go to the mall together but we parted way because I got you all gifts as well," Ned said, scratching his cheek. "Was I supposed to see?"

"No, you weren't," Peter replied. His tone almost held shyness but he quickly covered it up with a cough.

"Why don't you go show her this mysterious gift before the family movie starts? A fair warning though, my dad is picking tonight and it might be a boring cop movie." MJ commented as she lazily laid on against the sofa with a shrug. "It's better to show her now than later because we might be up all night watching boring cop movies."

"Uh. . ." Peter hesitated for a moment, took in a deep breath then nodded. "Yeah, yeah. You're right." He stood up, outstretching his hand in your direction. "Ready, malady?"

You rolled your eyes as you grasp his hand. Peter walked you up the stairs and stopped at a door. The room behind the door was MJ's older sister's room but since she moved out months ago, the Jones took that liberty and made it to your own room since you're always spending the night with them.

Due to your mom's work, she wanted you to stay with them when she was gone. With that, Peter opened the door. You walked in with him, seeing a present resting near the edge of your bed. You rose an eyebrow at this. "Okay, this gift is something I've been wanting to get you forever. It's. . .different so can you close your eyes when you open the present?" Peter asked, reverting back to his normal shy self again. "It's a surprise gift, sweetheart."

The alcohol must have left his system but you did notice he had another red cup in his hand when you were sitting in the living with MJ and Ned. You weren't sure if it had alcohol in it this time. "How can I open my gift with my eyes closed?" You questioned with a deadpanned tone.

"Mr. Murdock could do things without sight because he's blind." Peter countered with a pointed look. His eyes filled with desperation. "Please, just close your eyes."

You sighed, nodding. "Fine." Closing your eyes, you stepped closer to the bed, waving your hands around to feel the present. The top of the present hit against your fingers, getting a better grip on the present; you curled your fingers around the top and opened the lid.

Setting aside the lid, your hands roamed inside the present. The padding of your fingers touched against a fabric. You furrowed your brows as you grasp the fabric and held it up. "Open your eyes." Peter softly commanded.

You fluttered your eyes open. You gasped seeing the fabric in front of you. A white one-piece lingerie outfit, and intricate lacing were embedded on the one piece. "There's more in the box," Peter muttered, gesturing his hand to the box.

You glanced inside of the box and grabbed two other fabric pieces, raising them in the air as well. Thigh-high stockings with a cute red bow on the top. "This. . .Peter." You said breathlessly with a faint tint on your cheeks. Turning around towards him, you noticed the straining in his pants yet again. Once again, insatiable hunger lingered in his dark brown eyes as he gazed at the lingerie in your hands.

"Do you like it?" Peter questioned.

"Yes. . .how did you know I wanted. . .something like this?" You thickly said, biting the bottom of your lip.

"The conversation two weeks ago," Peter replied with a shrug. "You told me that you wanted to spice up things in the bedroom and I couldn't agree more. I thought about. . ." He gestured his hand towards the white lingerie. "This for a while. If I knew blue velvet was your color, I would have got that color instead."

You chuckled softly as you gazed at Peter. "Thank you." There was an unruly silence, you could feel your pussy pulsate again at the thought of Peter fucking you in this lingerie. The teasing throughout the day was enough for you to want him to fuck you right now and you were sure he had the same thoughts as his eyes dilated with lust. "Do you think they'll notice us gone for forty minutes?"

"Sweetheart, I can have you screaming under that time," Peter commented with raised eyebrows as he stepped closer to you. His hands found their way on your waist again, gripping the fabric of your dress in his hands as he gazed down at you. "Nobody will miss us during movie time."

"Peter. . .is that the alcohol talking or you?" You questioned softly, tilting your head at him as you hugged the lingerie close to your body.

"It's me. It's always me talking to you." Peter replied, rubbing his thumb in soft circles around your waist. "I wanted to fuck you since I first saw you walking in with that dress you have on. The thought of fucking you in that dress was the only thing I could think of but now, fucking you in that lingerie is all that I can think of."

"Then, let me get change, Spider-Man." You purred, stepping away from him. "Close your eyes and wait for me."

Peter groaned but he felt his cock twitch from the purring sound of you calling him Spider-Man. "Do I have to?"

"Yes unless you want to wait until tomorrow to fuck me in this."

"No, I don't," Peter grumbled, walking away from you and turning around away from you as he closed his eyes.

Waiting for a few minutes, Peter got anxious to see what you looked like in your lingerie. His foot tapped against the wooden ground as he threw his head back, groaning impatiently. "Are you done yet?"

You hummed thoughtfully as you soothed out the lingerie. A flush spread across your cheeks feeling the intricate lacing underneath your fingertips. This was something you had never worn before but yet, you did feel attractive in it. "I'm done."

Peter jumped on the balls of his feet, he turned around and his eyes dilated at the sight. The white lingerie hugged your curves in the right places as the thigh-high stockings were tight around your legs, stopping mid-thigh. Your breast were pushed together as the curving of your ass was plump.

His jaw dropped at the sight, suddenly forgetting that there was a party going on downstairs below. "You look hot," Peter commented, his pale cheeks blushing as his eyes shamelessly roamed around your figure as you fully turned towards him, fiddling with your fingers nervously. "Don't be shy baby. You look gorgeous."

"What if someone tries to walk in on us again?" You questioned.

Peter thought about it for a solution. He outstretched his arm towards the door and pressed the button along his wrist. Webs flew out and latched against the doorframe, securely tight as he shot out two more webs to hold the door closed. "No one can get through that."

You shook your head at him as you smiled at him. "So, what now, Mr. Parker?" You teasingly questioned, tilting your head at him. "You have me alone. What are you going to do about it?"

"Well. . ." Peter started, taking out his phone. He walked over to the black desk and propped the phone on there. The front of the phone was facing towards a wall as the camera was out. "This is our graduation night. I want it to be special and I want to remember this night."

"You. . .want to record us fucking?" You questioned with wide eyes.

"Yeah. . .is that okay?" Peter questioned with the bite of his lips.

The idea of recording having sex with Peter never crossed your mind but the sudden idea of him going back to watch it. His hands pumping his cock as he watches the footage. Moaning out your name as he watches the homemade porn video. An ache formed in your pussy as you grew wet with the idea.

You nodded. "I want you to send it to me after we're done."

Peter smiled widely as he set up the camera better. You stood in the middle of the room, waiting for him. With a quick stride, he was in front of you again. Before you could react, his lips found yours once again. His nose messily bumped against yours as his hands were on your waist. He squeezed roughly as he turned you around, walking you back towards the wall.

His hands roamed up against your body as the padding of his fingers glided against your arms. His fingers curled around your wrist as your back hit against the wall. He raised your arms above your head, pinning them against the wall as he rutted his hips against yours. A soft moan escaped your lips feeling his clothed cock grind against your clothed cunt.

"Peter." You whined out as he bit the bottom of your lip. Suddenly, you felt a web pin you against the wall and his fingers left your body. You let out a meek whimper from the sudden lost of contact but you glanced up. You tried to wiggle your wrist around but you were trapped by his webs.

Peter never used his webs during sex before. Your arms were outstretched above your head and you could feel the blood rushing down. This new position, being helpless against the wall was something you never experienced before. Peter took a step back to gaze at the position in front of him.

His eyes glanced towards the phone to see your full body view on the screen. A small smirk formed on his lips. "It's not fair that you get to see me like this but you're still in clothes." You curled your lips into a pout. "Can you take your clothes off for me, please?"

How could Peter say no to that face? The lust filled half-lidded daze you gave him was something you could never say no to. "As you wish." He loosens his tie, pulling it off with one quick swift motion. Next was his black blazer which he carelessly threw behind him. Then was his long sleeve shirt. Languidly, he took off the buttons as his eyes stared at you intensely.

You shamelessly licked your lips waiting for your boyfriend's perfectly sculpted body. You rubbed your thighs together for relief trying to get rid of the ache between your legs. His fingers worked delicately, working down his shirt as he got to the last button, he opened the shirt showing off the curving of his abs.

Your eyes dilated at the sight of your boyfriend as he carelessly threw his shirt behind him. The ripples of his muscles reflected underneath the fluorescent lights. You thrashed your wrist against the webs, feeling the need to touch your boyfriend but he trapped you on purpose. You wanted to touch the curving of his abs, to touch yourself at the sight of him but he made sure that you wouldn't get that pleasure.

"Patience, baby." Peter purred out as his fingers worked around his belt. He took his belt off as he unzipped his pants, tugging them down. "We will both get what we want tonight." His eyes trailed over your body, there was something about you being practically tied up against the wall. Another fantasy-filled his mind, his cum spilling out of your abused cunt. To put a baby in you, not in reality but the thought of his cum seeping out of your pussy and spilling over the floor.

Perhaps, Peter will one day be a father but not soon. But he could still imagine breeding you with his cum, imagining fucking you raw each time. This time was the only exception because he was too eager to care and you didn't care as well, luckily, you were on the pill. Another fantasy will be filled tonight.

"God, Peter. I just want your cock inside of me already." You whined with a frown. "Why are you making me wait this long?"

"Because I want to see how long it will take until you crack but it won't be long. You already begging me to fuck you." His lewd words caused slick to coat the fabric of your new lingerie. You were already going to ruin it just by his words. Peter stepped closer to you as he gazed around your body. "Is this what you want, baby? Do you want me to fuck you against the wall while the chance of someone might hearing us? As this camera right there records every single thing we do?"

You nodded without hesitation. "Yes. I want this. I want you to use me like a slut. I want you to cum inside of me. I want to feel all of you, everywhere."

Peter smiled almost darkly at your lewd confession. "I'll give you what you want but remember, be quiet. We will have an audience if you scream too loud." He commented with a head tilt. "Got it? Can you be quiet for me, baby?" You nodded. "Good."

His hands cupped your breast, his thumb massaged your clothed breast. The padding of his thumb grazed where your nipple would be at. You let out a meek whimper, lifting your hips to meet his. Gaining better access to feeling his cock, the thin boxers he wore made it possible to feel his cock hard. He stepped closer as his hard dick rested between your legs.

Peter lowered his lips against the top of your breast, swiping across the supple of the skin. A moan escaped your lips while his hand massaged your breasts, his eyes closed as he began sucking around the skin. His clothed dick gliding against your clothed pussy, feeling your wetness seep through the lingerie. He couldn't wait to fuck you but he wanted to enjoy this moment.

You were in euphoric ecstasy as his warm lips sucked harshly against your skin. His teeth scraping your sensitive skin with each sucking. Soft moans were escaping your parting lips. "Good girl, don't make any sudden noise. Got it?" Peter muttered against your breast, flickering his eyes up at you for a moment. You nodded. "Good girl." He praised once again, his lips back to sucking.

The faint echoes of the horrible cop movie was playing downstairs. Loud chattering could be heard as well but all of that felt nonexistent. All you could think about was Peter's lips on your breast, littering the skin with hickeys of shades of purple and pink. And his clothed cock rutted against your clothed cunt.

"Stop teasing me, I want to feel you inside of me." You pleaded lifting your hips against his more as your fingers curled around the webs. You couldn't get the stimulating pleasure that you wanted and you were growing impatient.

"Patience. I thought you were the patient one in the relationship?" Peter cheekily replied. You let out a huff, rolling your eyes. He brought his thumb against your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Awe, is my baby getting impatient?"

"Yes, I am." You countered with narrowed eyes. "I want you inside of me. You tortured me out through the party, can you please give me what I want?"

"Fine, fine." Peter lifted his head away from your breast as his hands rested against your waist. He fell to his knees before you, he ignored his desire of fucking you right there because he wanted to enjoy this. His eyes flickered to the camera, he could see his hair messy, falling over the place. His hands were firmly on your waist as the fluorescent lights glistened your white lingerie.

Looking back at you, his hands roamed down to your thighs. The fabric of the thigh-high stockings with a bow made him shudder as his thumbs massaged your clothed thigh. He hoisted your legs on top of his shoulders once again. His eyes came in contact with your slick coated lingerie cunt. "I am lucky that I get to have this pussy any time I want it. One day, I'm going to put a baby in you."

His fingers curled around the lingerie, setting aside the fabric to see your glistening wet pussy. That insatiable hunger grew once again as his eyes went dark. He didn't know why he didn't try to spice up anything in the bedroom before. This was a new level of excitement. "God, I can't wait to see my cum dripping out of this pussy."

Before you could reply, his tongue flatten against your clit. Your hips shuddered against his tongue as he was already working his tongue in a circular motion. His hands massaged your thighs as his tongue worked gracefully. You bit the bottom of your lip trying to contain the screams but it was hard to.

Your wrist thrashed against the webs as you trying to muffle your mouth but you couldn't. Peter was having way too much fun seeing your body thrash above him. Chest heaving heavily as some loud moans escaped your lips. "Be silent, baby. Otherwise, this fun night will come to an end soon."

"I'm sorry, I can't." You profusely apologized. He chuckled, his warm breath fanning against your pussy.

Peter shrugged, gazing at you half-lidded. "I always enjoyed your screams but try to keep it down before we get a whole audience." He reminded you, then twirled his tongue back against your pussy.

You tried to reply but meek whines escaped your lips. There was nothing you could do about it besides bit your lips until blood drew and a metallic liquid invaded your taste. The wet muscle continued to nudge against your clit as your body jolted from each frantic swipe. His hands tighten around the plush of your thighs, his tongue lapping up the fresh slick that oozed out of your tightness.

Peter pursed his lips and spat on your cunt, watching the clear liquid tickle down your folds towards the curve of your ass. "You really do look beautiful above me. I can't wait to watch the recording every night." Peter commented.

With a moan in reply, his tongue continued to lap around your clit. His blunt fingernails dug into the supple of your skin. Your pussy fluttered, wanting his fingers inside of you but Peter was denying that pleasure. He wanted his cock to fill the space soon, he just wanted you to already be mind-fucked before he fucked you against the wall.

Your toes curled as his tongue glided circular, the signs of your climax coming soon as your skin was on fire from the upcoming release. Babbles of his name escaped your lips, and the daze of being fucked by his tongue hazed over your vision. You were on the verge of the premise of your orgasm when Peter moved his head away from your cunt.

You groaned, rolling your eyes. "Peter." You warned with narrowed eyes. "Why did you stop?"

"Because you've been a good girl and I'm honestly tired of waiting to fuck you." He slide your legs off his shoulders but he had a firm grip underneath your thighs as he stood up. He placed your legs around his waist. "Seriously, this time you can't scream. If you do, I will end this and we will do this another day."

"What? No." You frowned, shaking your head. "I don't want to do this another day. I want to do this now."

"Then, don't scream. Simple." He shrugged. You thought it was unfair to scream or let out loud noises but he was right, you couldn't be loud as you want to. There were family members downstairs not knowing that Peter was about to fuck you until you couldn't walk and you wanted to keep it that way but just the mere thought of someone finding out was exciting.

With a glance towards the camera, you saw from the screen how Peter was tugging his boxers off, letting them fall down to his feet, and kicking them aside. The blinking red of the recording would film all of this. Every single bit. You couldn't wait to watch it back.

Looking back at Peter, his swollen tip leaked with pre-cum as it fell down the underside of his dick. His prominent veins forked along his cock, you could never get used to how big Peter was. He teased you with his dick, rubbing against your aching cunt. His leaking tip nudged against your clit causing you to gasp, fluttering your eyes as you waited for him to stop teasing.

Peter Parker was nothing but a tease. His cock glided down to your entrance, teasingly pressing his tip barely inside. Your walls fluttered around him, trying to suck him in. "Patience, sweetheart," Peter commented. He was saying that more to himself feeling your heated slick trying to greedily pull him in. He couldn't contain himself any longer.

The swollen head of his cock slipped past the first ring of muscle. His hips rolled in deep as your walls clenched around him, watching his cock completely disappear inside of you. His eyes fluttered from the slickness of warm of your cunt around his cock finally. His forehead fell against your shoulder as he roughly squeezed underneath your thighs.

The stretch of his cock made your back arch off the wall. Your breast pressed against the side of his face as he rutted his hips harshly against yours. The snap of his hips filled the air as the squelching sound of your pussy filled the air. Your arms shook from the numbness and the need to grasp onto anything. His thick cock filled every inch of your pussy as you could feel him in your stomach.

You needed to grab onto anything but the strength of the webs, pinning your arms against the wall was not helping. Languidly, the ridge of his cock slowly pushed inside of you. A low groan escaped his moan as his nails dug into your skin, the thought of being drunk with your pussy forever crossed his mind. If lingerie could make him this crazy, he would work four jobs just to buy you every single fabric of lingerie out there.

"Please, go faster, Spiderman." You teased, throwing your head back against the wall.

Something inside of Peter when you called him Spiderman sexually. Another fantasy being fulfilled. Peter watched his cock leave your tightness as creamy lines of your slick coated against his length. He took in a deep breath as he rutted his hip forward, burying himself completely inside you to the hilt.

The mere motion of his hips going faster caused air to be knocked out of you. An abrupt moan that was almost too loudly filled the air. Peter lifted his head, narrowing his eyes at you. "What did I just say?"

"I. . .I'm sorry." You panted, clenching your pussy around him as his cock went fast and rough inside of you. "I can't help it." You whined out, screwing your eyes shut as you shook your head. "I can't keep quiet, can you help me?"

"Since you asked nicely." Peter pressed his lips against your lips. Finally, you were able to let out screams, muffled by his hot mouth against yours. The vibrations of your screams, bounced against his puffy lips as drool of your slick fell against the floor below him. Soon, that was going to be his cum coming out of your pussy and falling out to the ground.

With each rut of his hips, your breast bounced against his body. The intricate lacing of your white lingerie one-pieced rubbed against his skin. The thigh-high stockings grazed his body as you tried to clamp your legs around his waist, securely. In all the universes, Wanda warned him that there was a multi-verse and how she saw that his life was in shambles and he would be alone, just like her. And advised him to not go to Doctor Strange for any spells.

Peter was lucky that he went to Wanda because in his universe, he was able to fuck you roughly and raw. It was selfish to think only of your pussy as a form of gratitude that he was taking advantage of after the Mysterio situation but he deserved this. To be with you, to remain as Spiderman, to have his friends and graduate. To go to his dream school.

Something inside of him snapped where he couldn't control his enhanced strength. His prominent hips hit against yours, and you winced in pain from his brute strength as he was in a daze of his own pleasure. You were sure a bruise was going to form on your hips and you wouldn't be able to walk properly with his strength.

Peter's thumb quickly fumbled between your messy folds as he sought out for your clit. He rubbed soothing circled against it, the loud moans were muffled against his lips. He moved his lips off your mouth, his warm breath fanned against your bruised lips. The conversation from earlier of MJ and Ned being his kid's godfather and godmother lingered in his mind as the memory suddenly came out.

The thought of breeding you with his children. It was growing more intense as the fluttering of your warm pussy clenched around him with each thrust. "I'm going to cum in you and give you a baby. You want that, don't you?"

Being absolutely cock drunk, you nodded agreeing. "I want your cum, Spiderman." You agreed, fully not aware of what he was saying. The dull ache between your legs formed as his tip kept kissing your cervix. The coil that formed in the pit of your stomach was coming close as your toes curled and tears formed in your eyes.

"I'll give you what you want." Peter kissed your lips briefly against as he felt his cock twitch from the upcoming climax he was feeling. His thumb messily rubbed against your clit as his hips continued to snap against yours. Your pussy clenched around him as you kissed him again, a scream leaving your lips as the orgasm washed over you.

Incoherent noises stringed out of your lips as your head was spinning from the pleasure of releasing around his cock. The sound of dripping from your release hit the floor. "Ah, fuck." Peter muttered against your lips as a warmth filled your core, he came with a moan of his own. White, hot spurts of cum, coated the inside of your walls; soon, his cum dribbled down to the floor as well.

Peter lifted his head away from you as he glanced down, then back to the screen where it was still recording. On the screen, he could see the dribble mixture of cum fall to the ground below. His eyes dilated at the camera as his chest heaved, trying to catch his breath. He looked back at you to see your eyes fluttered in a daze, catching your breath.

Peter pulled his cock out of you slowly, watching cum seep out of your pussy. His eyes widened at the sight, he had always worn a condom before but this new sight was addictive. He thought about doing it more raw with your permission. His fingers grasp your chin, forcing your head down. "Look at the mess we made."

Dribbles and strings of cum pattered against the wooden floor. A dazed smile spread on your lips as you looked back at Peter. "Did you get that all on camera?" You questioned lazily.

"I did." Peter's thumb brushed against the corner of your eye, capturing the tear that slipped. His eyes gazed back to your lingerie, it was ruffled and ruined. The cum seeped down to your thigh-high stocking, completely ruining them. "Awe man, I liked those on you."

"We could always wash them, Peter." You replied, rolling your eyes playfully at him. "Can you bring me down?" You glanced down to your legs and your numb arms. With the euphoric pleasure over, the sense of your arms being pinned above you for a while was catching up to you.

"Right, sorry." Peter hoisted your legs down to the ground, noticing the shake of them. He smirked to himself and grasped the webs off your wrist. Your arms fell numbly to your sides as Peter walked to his camera, clicking the recording off.

Your legs shook as you tried to walk. Sensing that you were about to fall, Peter outstretched his arm, capturing you in them. "Woah there. I'm sorry, did I go too hard?" Peter questioned. He was back to his normal self as he anxiously stared at you. You shook your head. "Are you sure? It feels like I went too hard."

"I'm fine, Peter. I just can't walk at the moment." You replied in a light tone.

"Here, let me help you walk." Peter walked you over to your bed and sat you down. The ache of numbness filled your body as you laid back, sighing. "Let me get you new clothes to put on."

Peter was always great with aftercare as he slipped his boxers back on quickly and went through the closet. He found sweatpants and a shirt for himself while he got blue sweatpants for you and a loose shirt. Coming back to you, Peter help you sit up as he took the one piece off of you begrudgingly because he loved the way it looked on you.

Peter grabbed tissues off the black desk and cleaned you off, helping you put your clothes off. There was a comfortable silence as you got dressed with Peter. He smiled at you with adoration as you looked at him. "Did you really drink that much tonight?" You questioned, teasing him.

Peter's pale cheeks blushed as he scratched the back of his head. "I couldn't handle you being in that blue dress. Something snapped in me. Blue is your color, next lingerie piece I'm getting you is blue."

You smiled wider. "What if I got you a sexy outfit as well."

Peter rose his eyebrows at the suggestion and tilted his head. "Get me a luchador mask and we have a deal." He joked. "Or maybe a Darth Vader mask. Oo, or maybe a Mandalorian mask. [Name] surrender your pussy to the Empire or else." He falsely intimated Darth Vader horribly causing the two of you to laugh.

The sweet sounds of your laugh filled the air. His heart swelled, once again thanking Wanda for allowing this to be possible. She told him about the horrors of the other universes that you were killed, May was killed. His friends and the world couldn't remember him. He was lucky that he went to the Scarlet Witch for help because this wholesome scenario would have never happened.

"Maybe I'll get you either an Anakin or Obi-Wan costume. They're both hot." You commented and Peter couldn't agree more, the two characters were hot and his favorite.

"That's true. . ." A knock rang out through the room. The two of you jolted up, you let out a wince from the bruising between your legs. "I'll get it, just get rid of the lingerie."

You nodded and Peter walked over to the door. He removed his webs quickly from the surface, throwing them in the trash. He opened the door and peek his head out, there stood MJ with a scrunched-up nose. "I hope you got the quick fucking out because everyone keeps asking for the two of you."

"We weren't doing that-"

"I tried to knock earlier and I heard." MJ deadpanned, disgusted by the recall of her flashbacks. "You're both disgusting. [Name], your mother's pick is coming soon!" She called out, giving Peter one last disgusted look, and walk off.

Flush spread across yours and Peter's cheeks as he muttered out a sorry. He closed the door with a grimace, turning back towards you. "Maybe we should have waited when we were alone."

"You think?" You sighed, running your fingers through your messy hair. "Well, whatever. I'll make it up to her somehow. I'll buy her a therapist." You joked trying to hold back the embarrassment you felt. "Let's just go watch the movie."

"Your mom probably picked Mean Girls again," Peter grumbled. "If I have to hear another iconic quote from Regina again, I will go ballistic. Why can't we ever watch the Star Wars prequels or the original trilogy?"

"Oh? You don't want to see the sequels?" You joked, knowing how he felt about the sequels.

"Never mention those atrocities around me again," Peter said in a serious tone as he grasp your hand, helping you walk towards the door.

You rose your hands in defense. "I'm sorry."

Peter just simply smiled as the two of you went back downstairs to watch Mean Girls for the millionth time; making an excuse as to why you were gone half the movie.

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The night ended with the four of you laying across MJ's room having a graduation sleepover. A movie played on MJ's projector screen as gifts were exchanged. MJ got you a special edition book of your favorite series and you were practically sobbing against her for the gift and she gave the boys drawings of a middle finger with a poem on the side. Ned got everyone a twenty-dollar gift card to the Lego store claiming that if everyone put the money together, they could get Luke Skywalker's helmet or Darth Vader's helmet lego set.

You got MJ her favorite horror movie that had bonus deleted never before scenes. You thought you were going to see her cry over the gift as well. And for the boys, you special made lightsabers with a holoprojector emitting out of the hole. Of course, you couldn't make a real lightsaber but it looked real as the green and blue hues of it emitted into the dim room. And for the final gift, you got them Anakin and Obi-Wan outfits to wear.

You could have sworn Ned was sobbing behind the outfit as he hid his face away. And Peter stared at your inventions in awe. He knew that you would get into the Stark Scholarship program. Your inventions were what drew Peter to you in the first place during freshmen year and then slowly, he fell in love with you hopelessly.

Peter wanted to make sure you got the world as you deserve. The lingerie gift wasn't the only gift. He created his own invention as a gift for all his friends. A necklace, it had a tracking device on it to know where you guys were at all times. He grew paranoid from the years of being Spiderman but everyone loved the necklace, claiming it was a symbol of friendship.

Peter glanced around at all his friends. The thoughts of Wanda saying that in another universe, he would lose this all. Selfishly, he was glad that he didn't lose it all. He did lose Tony but to lose everyone? For everyone to not remember him? That was torture and he wanted to make sure he did everything right; that everything in the universe would be balanced because if he did lose you, he would travel across the multiverse to find a way back to you.

Catching his stare, you held your necklace tightly close to your heart. His eyes soften as he didn't hear Ned's question. Ned shrugged, taking his phone and allowing his best friend to stare at his girlfriend. He was going to take a picture and send it to his Lola because he forgot his charger back at home.

Opening Peter's phone, his jaw dropped. "Peter, what's this?"

Peter lazily hummed, glancing at the phone in Ned's hand. He furrowed his brows but saw the footage on his phone. "Oh, fuck." He snatched his phone away. "Sorry."

Ned's cheeks were flushed. "Let's just watch the movie." He muttered, turning away from you and Peter.

You furrowed your brows as MJ caught on quickly. "Gross. Yeah, let's just watch the movie." Catching on, you understood that Ned had seen a brief scene of the sex footage. Peter wasn't so sure if he was lucky in this universe as he tried to hide his embarrassment. Now, Peter had to think of a way to make it up to Ned as well.

But, at least this night ended with Graduation fantasies. And Peter was eternally grateful to Wanda for this possibility of a new future for him; even if he wasn't so lucky still.

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multifandomwhore-003 · 1 year

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Prettiest of them all —Drabble

Pairing: MCU! Peter Parker x Female! Reader

Summary: Horny AF 3am writing with no plot

Genre(s): smut, fluff

Warnings: dom! reader, sub! Peter, riding, semi-unedited work

A/N: I really can't decide if I like this or not, I just really need to fuck Peter Parker, any of the three will do

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You chuckled so lowly it was almost silent, "Believe me, you're prettier Peter,"

Your lips very softly pecked his, so gently, so delicately, so incredibly torturous, testing the waters of something you've always had the answer to. He took a deep breath, eyes still closed, and fluttered them open only to find yours completely doe-eyed for him.

"Really?"

He had no time or mind to regret his hesitant words now.

You impulsively scoffed at his naiveness, "Fucking Christ, you're perfect," the words quickly slipped before kissing him this time, really kissing him. A shaky hand reached for your waist and stopped right before getting under the fabric. Yours, however, firmly slipped slightly under the collar of his shirt, your ring and pinky finger resting on his collarbone.

His breath has been perhaps quicker than his heartbeat, so much so that he seemed to have no oxygen to make his forehead leave yours.

You cupped his face slightly caressing his cheek, "How's that for your-" you had to admit you were also lacking air, "for your first kiss,"

"Great, y- yeah, that was great," he couldn't fathom coming up with anything more.

You both giggled.

He felt your skin slip out of his shirt and your thumb being placed on his mouth, he soon realized his eyesight was blocked once again, but it didn't matter 'cause for the first time in a while he felt safe, and you were making an effort for it as well. The small, yet very significant contact was reassuring, comforting, and sweet, it was his first kiss after all; he didn't admit it, but you quickly figured it was his first encounter of such nature as well.

"Are you okay?" You whispered after a few seconds of silence.

He just nodded.

"Was-" he cleared his throat and snapped out by facing you once again, still not breaking the closeness, "Was that good? The- the kiss I mean," he subconsciously played with the edge of your top mistaking it for his.

It was your turn to nod now, subconsciously biting your bottom lip, still savoring it. A little clumsy and nervous, maybe a little tense, but kind and soft nonetheless, it was refreshing to not have to kiss a guy who was rushing for something more.

You noticed his flush moving all the way to the top of his face now, spreading pretty quickly.

"You wanna do it again?"

"Yeah-" he cut off himself.

You grinned against him, now more surely pulling him closer by his neck. God bless innocent Peter Parker for only hugging the waistline of your shorts. By the time you began to play with the bottom stitches of his shirt you made sure to look at him, lips free just in case he wanted to stop, he received the message, loud and clear, pulling it off his chest, over his head and not dropping it yet somewhere across your kitchen, he only allowed himself to release the thought of having it to put back in when you reached for his hands to interlace your fingers.

"You sure you wanna do this?"

'Remember it always Peter, consent is fundamental for any human interaction' his aunt's words couldn't have resounded louder.

"Yes, you?"

He smiled, "Yes,"

He helped you jump off the counter and let you guide him through the living room, the hallway, and into your room. You sat him on your bed after helping him to get rid of almost all of his clothes, you let his finger tips travel your body as he watched you undress yourself and seemingly make a whole show out of it. You had every urge to enjoy yourself just as much with him, but that would be for a different time, maybe even a different girl, you made peace with it, after all, this wasn't about you, it was for him.

He very visibly swallowed a groan when you stranded him, you kissed him more passionately this time, attempting to spark a bit more initiative, you confirmed it worked when you felt a little more strength when grabbing your hips, fingers tempted to go down further.

You let out a moan when feeling him completely hard, both your arousals grew bigger. He now confidently traced his lips down your neck, he looked up at you lightly biting the top of one of your breasts, after verifying you liked it, he repeated his action on the other side of your chest. You braided your hands into his hair soon after he began to kiss and suck your nipples.

He saw you after a little while, swollen lips, a thin thread of spit hanging from both places, you cleaned it with your thumb, and then bent down to join your faces.

"Are you ready?" You mumbled.

"Yes,"

With his help you removed his last piece of clothing. Now, if it were any other guy you would effortlessly reach for a condom in your nightstand, however, you decided to be bold and choose not to.

"I'm on the pill, so, don't worry about anything, okay?"

"Okay," he let out lovingly.

You stroke him a few times before beginning, and smoothly sat down, you gasped, he moaned. 'It's always the shy ones' you thought. Although by this point completely consumed by pleasure, he still managed to have his eyes filled with awe for you.

He recovered his strength after a couple seconds, you jumped a second time patiently, he couldn't help but hide his embarrassment in the crook of your neck, your hands reached for his biceps as support.

"Go faster, please," he muttered at the edge of your ear.

You granted his plead, making your actions less paused between one another, you couldn't overwhelm him. You accidentally let yourself fall harder, failing to shut an almost pornographic moan out of you, he just felt too fucking good.

"Oh my god," you couldn't hold the sounds any longer.

He cursed under his breath and began to repeat your name like a prayer. He was close, you could hear his voice weakening by the second, you proceeded to whine his name on his lips to send him over the edge, not long after, he came undone moaning yours.

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gogobootz1 · 9 months

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Creepy Crawlies

Spider-man x reader

Summary: You never expected your museum internship to be reminiscent of the Night at the Museum movies, but life comes at you fast. As it turns out, so do giant spiders.

word count: 2k

“And as we round the corner, you’ll enter our history wing,” you said, doing your best to not sound entirely monotone. You knew you weren’t succeeding. Despite your best efforts, your heart just wasn’t in it. Yesterday morning, you'd been dumped.

You hadn't even been seeing the cute guy from your photography course for two weeks. You'd been on two dates with him (both of which he'd been late for) before he decided it just wasn't working out.

Well, that was fine by you. It was his loss. Really. You weren't even upset. You had hardly cried yesterday, and you didn't even eat all your ice cream. Did you spend your entire day off hiding under blankets and watching tv? Maybe, but you came to your paid internship today, despite the heavy rain, and that was what mattered.

A shout of your name interrupted the half-hearted tour you'd been giving. You wheeled around to find your boss looking at you expectantly.

"Did you forget?" He asked.

You stared at him blankly, "Forget what?"

"Addie?"

Recently the museum curator's ten-year-old daughter had taken a liking to you. Apparently, Addie's nanny had gone home to France for a month, so her mother was using the museum she ran as free childcare. The girl had taken turns with all the museum staff but decided you were the best. Thus, your superiors stuck her with you. You were reluctant at first, but Addie was good company, so you didn't really mind. Plus her mom said she'd give you a bonus at the end of your summer internship.

"Oh no," you said, eyes wide.

Your boss nodded at you, "Go, I'll take your tour." Before he was even done talking, you were jogging towards the new arachnid exhibit.

"You're late," the pig-tailed girl said. She sat on the floor outside the blocked-off entryway. Officially, the exhibit wasn't opening for another week, but Addie demanded early entry. She said that she would judge the presentation you prepared for the hall, and give you pointers on how to make it even better.

"I'm sorry," you replied, ducking under the caution tape to pull back the tarp. "I lost track of time."

The girl ducked under your arm and into the exhibit. You followed close behind, not eager to lose sight of her in an area still under construction.

"I've been told that most of the work in here is done," you started, "but it's important to keep away from anything they're still putting together." Addie did not seem impressed by your warning and began wandering toward the crowning jewel of the space.

"Woah," she said in awe, staring up at the twenty-foot spider resting on its even larger faux web. It was certainly a feat of engineering. "How'd they build that thing?"

"I think some Hollywood special effects guy helped," Addie shrugged.

"Well, it sure is freaky," you said. Creepy crawlies had never been your thing.

"No!" Addie was quick to scold you, "It's amazing!"

"Ok, I guess it's kinda cool," you conceded, "but it looks like it'll come to life and eat us."

"That's the point! My mom says it's a detailed replica of a Black Widow Spider, meant to give people a better look and dispel their fears," Addie nodded confidently.

You eyed the thing skeptically, "I think I'll have to overcome my own fears before I can help people dispel theirs." Addie rolled her eyes at you and grabbed your wrist, dragging you away from the giant spider.

"Come on, let's look around while I tell you why spiders are cool and not scary. You should add all this to your tour material, by the way," she told you seriously.

Marching you past areas on jumping spiders, giant spiders, foreign spiders, and local spiders, Addie seemed determined to change your mind about the creatures.

"Ok, they might be important, but I still think they're icky," you shrugged at her. She made a face at you and dragged you on for another few steps before you stopped. Looking at the display you tried not to shiver.

"Come on, there are more spiders to see," she demanded.

"You know, I think you're on to something," you told her. She turned to you, confused. "Spiders really aren't the worst," you barreled on, "ticks are." You gestured toward the tick display.

"Eugh," Addie said, disgusted.

"I didn't even know those were arachnids," you admitted.

"Those are worse than scorpions," she nodded along. "I don't think I've seen the scorpion section yet," she scanned around for it.

"It's over there," you gestured, "they need to glue the tip of his tail on to make him scary. Can't make him worse than our spider friend, though," you nodded towards the giant display.

Suddenly, Addie looked afraid, "you might be right."

"Are all the spider pictures finally getting to you? I've been itchy for the last ten minutes. I feel like I need to wash my hair," you shivered, unaware of the larger issue.

"Your hair's fine," Addie said, staring over your shoulder, "but we might not be."

You were taken aback by her words, "What?" Your voice gave out when you saw the twenty-foot spider crawling down off its web and towards you. Tears welled up in your eyes as you watched in crawl closer. "Run," you whispered. The ten-year-old didn't need to be told twice. She bolted out of the room and started screaming. It took you another few seconds to listen to your own advice and start after her.

"RUN," you screamed, hoping the closest visitors would hear you and heed your warning. "GET OUT OF THE BUILDING."

The spider was light. Its footsteps sounded not much heavier than that of a few bustling museum-goers. What it lacked in weight, it made up for in speed, and it was gaining on you. When you rounded the corner into the main entrance of the museum, all hell broke loose. If Addie's screaming and your hollering hadn't scared anyone, the giant black widow spider chasing you certainly did.

People who had just walked in the doors ran back out of them. A practical mob of people pushed and shoved their way through the exit. Some people entered further into the museum, vying for back doors. You were just busy trying not to catch a stray bullet as the security guards opened fire on the creature chasing you.

The warnings you'd been yelling turned quickly into screams of terror as you faced danger on every side. Stampeding crowds trying to leave had quickly begun to trample each other. More security guards arrived to shoot at the thing behind you, and you could've sworn the spider herself had just dripped venom onto you.

But how could a museum display spider have venom? And, more importantly, how could it come alive?

You didn't have time to ponder these questions as you were swiftly removed from the situation. Suddenly you found yourself standing on the second floor, looking out over the chaos.

"Addie said you might need a save."

You turned to see Spider-man standing behind you. You let out a sigh of relief, knowing the little girl was safe.

"Great timing," you said. It was all you could manage after the biggest shock of your life.

"Are you alright?" The masked man asked, seemingly concerned.

"I think it spat on me, but I really don't know how it did that because it shouldn't have organs," you said, perplexed.

"Sorry?"

"Yeah, no, this thing is a display piece," you tried to explain.

"I guess all press is good press," he shrugged. "How much did this cost?" The hero seemed surprised.

"It didn't use to be alive," you told him gravely, eyes wide.

"Got it, that makes more sense," he nodded.

"Does it?" You asked, thoroughly upset by the events of the day.

"You know what? Maybe not," Spider-man replied, turning to look at the scene unfolding. You followed his gaze to see the bottom half of a security guard hanging out of the spider's mouth. "Oh, wow, is that my cue," he said, jumping onto the railing. "Stay safe!" He pointed at you as he fell backward off the second floor.

You raced to the edge to see the masked hero catch himself with a web before landing on the spider's back. He squeezed the thing by its throat, trying to get it to spit out the security guard.

"Security guards are not a snack!" Spider-man said as he wrestled with it. "Don't make me do the Heimlich on you!"

Finally, the spider regurgitated the security guard to focus on the nuisance on her back. "Cool- it worked! Maybe that was the Heimlich."

Spider-man launched a web to the ceiling and swung off the giant spider's back. Dropping closer to the ground, he started webbing the thing's legs together. Eventually, the thing lost its balance and fell to the marble floor with a resounding thud.

"I guess I can add exterminator to my resume," the masked man said, standing over the felled spider.

He gave the thing's head a firm kick, accidentally separating it from its body. "Oh shit," he said, pulling the severed head back to him with a web.

Looking at the gaping hole its head left, the spider was obviously animatronic. You'd have to have a serious talk with Addie's mom about doing background checks before hiring people. You let out a huff.

Clearly, Spider-man's senses were more keen than you realized. He looked up to find you still standing by the railing. Using a web, he launched himself up to stand next to you.

"So, a spider just saved you from a spider," he started, "pretty meta, huh?" You gave him a courteous nod, not feeling up to joking as you looked down at the robot spider carcass.

Spider-man grabbed your shoulder, lightly turning you away from the sight. "Are you sure you're alright, miss?"

"Not quite," you shook your head.

"You weren't hurt, were you?" He took a hurried step toward you, looking you over.

"Yesterday, I was dumped. Today I got chased by a giant man-eating spider. Does it ever get better?" You asked, tears welling in your eyes.

Spider-man couldn't help but let out a little snort. Your eyes widened at his reaction. You scoffed and slapped his chest.

"Are you laughing at me?" You asked wetly.

He put his hands up in surrender, "Sorry, I'm sorry, really." You shook your head at him.

"No, you're not! This is just like the time a raccoon got in my basement," you complained, tears streaming down your face.

Spider-man had to hide his continued laughter.

"No one believed me! I had to shoo it out with a broom all by myself," you said tearily, glaring at him. The masked man was practically bent over, trying to hold his laughter. Unfortunately for you, his laughter was highly contagious. It wasn't long before you were chuckling a bit too.

He pulled himself together, "This was much worse than a raccoon. You have every right to be upset."

"Thanks," you nodded, wiping your face.

"Want me to swing you home?" He asked.

As tempting as it sounded, you weren't sure about the state of the museum. Or your job. "They're usually pretty strict about hours here."

Although you couldn't see his face, you knew Spider-man was giving you a look. "I think it's safe to say the museum is closed for the day."

"Still-"

"What would you even do? Flush the bug down the toilet?"

"That's what I do at home," you shrugged.

He shook his head at you good-naturedly, "Come on, we can stop for muffins on the way." That got you up.

Spider-man spent the following hour making you feel better post-animatronic spider attack. When he finally left you on the stoop of your apartment building, you realized you'd answered your own question. It did get better.

Too bad your stupid, loser ex-boyfriend, Peter Parker, wasn't around to see it.

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astyrial · 9 months

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web boy mcu!peter parker x gn!vigilante!reader (fluff/rivals) synopsis: spiderman tries to stop you word count: 792 warnings: fighting, assault, blood masterlist | requests are open

your fist collides with an older man's chin, a vine wrapping around his upper body as he falls backwards. you turn around to see his co-worker of sorts. the man holds his hands up, his baseball bat now pointing towards the sky. you lean forward a little, your face calm and collected, "how about you make this easy for me... where is she?"

"what are you talking about?" his head shakes, his foot taking a step back as you take a few steps towards him.

you purse your lips, your eyes narrowing in his direction, "you don't know? how about the girl you knocked upside the head with that bat? does that ring a bell or did the message not come through?"

he shakes his head again, the bat falling from his hand and hitting against the path. "that girl? she's just down the way, behind a pile of rocks," he points towards a few rock formations not too far from you.

you tilt your head, an eyebrow raised in speculation. instead of just leaving him to his own, you take another step forward; your fingers quickly touch his jacket and vines run along his legs. they climb up until they're sticking his arms to his body, his body falling over into the nearby grass.

once satisfied that he doesn't leave, you turn around and run towards the rock formations. the first formation doesn't have anyone there, as well as the second. you reach the last one and see a young woman laying on the ground. she has a bit of red running down her hair. her clothes are slightly bloodied as well.

you open your palm against the ground, a large leaf spawns, allowing you something to cover the wound. you set it against the bleeding spot, along with a vine that wraps around her forehead to hold it there. you hold one arm under her shoulder and the other below her knees.

"what do you think you're doing?" a masculine voice echos from above you, a shadow blocking the street light.

you let go of the girl, quickly turning around to see a figure crouching on the large rock. a fighting stance instantly overtakes you. when the light reflects a little, you can finally see that it is the neighborhood 'friendly' spiderman. "what do you want web boy?"

"web boy? haven't heard that one before," he jumps high into the sky, flipping over you until he lands a few feet away.

you roll your eyes, your hands reaching down to pick up the girl again. the two of you had only interacted a couple times, but you knew his reputation of working with the avengers. he definitely wasn't a threat. something hits your hand, your fingers sticking to your palm.

"what are you doing?" you question, your hand flexing against the webbing.

"stopping you, obviously? the avengers don't know who are you, i don't know who you are," he then fwips another thing of webbing against against your shoe and the grass.

you sigh, your eyes closing for a second. without moving, the ground begins to shake, as if an earthquake is starting. pebbles hit against the path and your eyes open with a slight green hue suddenly rising. "you don't need to know who i am," a vine shoots out of the ground, wrapping itself around spiderman's forearm.

you slip your feet from your shoes, figuring you needed a new pair anyway... you lower to the ground, letting a plant tear the webbing from your hand. "see you around web boy, maybe next time you won't attack someone trying to help," you pick up the younger woman, making sure to keep her held tightly in your arms.

"if you wanna help, why don't you consider the avengers, it's better than working alone," spiderman calls out after you as you start walking down the path.

you turn around, shaking your head, "depends on who you are. now, make sure not to tear any plants, they hold grudges. oh, and maybe alert the police, the perpetrators are just down that way."

spiderman's lenses widen in confusion as you run off in the direction of the closest hospital. he pulls his arm from the plant, only for another vine to wind upwards and grapple onto his leg. it slithers up until it is holding both legs to each other; his upper body weight toppling him over.

he grumbles, "karen, can you not tell anyone about this unless i can't free myself?"

"okay peter! would you like me to do something to help?" her voice rings through his mask, more chipper than he was hoping to listen to.

"maybe play some music, i don't know how long it'll be until i'm free."

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thursdaygxrls · 4 months

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thin ice — four

part one | part two | part three | part four

summary — kitty is yet again dragged to a social gathering she would rather not attend. the bait this time? weed!

paring — uni hockey player!peter parker x fem!(journalist)!reader

disclaimer — who is expecting me to own peter parker by now?? bc i don’t

warnings — reader is referred to as ‘kitty,’ weed, slightly inexperienced reader (experienced peter, no smut yet im sorry), possible ooc

Days like these were the ones Kitty craved: hazy, chilly spring weather that resembled fall, except that dying leaves were replaced by cherry-red buds, and flowers bloomed through blades of grass. It was one of those days with no responsibilities to fill her precious hours—the ones that were spent scrolling through Pinterest and reading. She was stretched haphazardly along her bed, still dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt with holes in the armpits. The blinds were still closed, so the sudden beam of light next to her startled her.

“You love interrupting my dark-dwelling time,” she hissed as MJ entered the room. Sticking out her tongue, MJ closed the door behind her and sealed off the obnoxious light, much to Kitty’s relief.

“I’m sorry, my sun-hating princess,” MJ spoke dramatically as she rummaged through her bag, “But, I come bearing gifts.”

At this, Kitty perked up, swiping out of Project Makeover and sitting up to devote her full attention to her roomate. From her bag, MJ produced two plastic-wrapped chocolate-chip cookies and tossed them to bed. The girl pounced on them, immediately tearing into the plastic on one of the packs.

“I forgive you,” she said before biting into the treat.

“Thank God,” MJ replied in dramatic relief. Ease settled over the room as MJ removed her jacket and went about unpacking her things. Kitty, now finished with her first cookie, tossed the used plastic to the trash can across the room (and missed horribly).

“What’ve you been up to this lovely Friday?” She asked her freckled friend, who was currently changing out of her cable knit sweater.

“Oh, you know, class,” MJ responded as she slid a Stevie Nicks shirt over her head, “Some people still have class on Fridays.”

“That must be heartbreaking,” Kitty hummed sarcastically, “Anything else?”

“Oh, yeah,” MJ’s movements were smooth as she went through her bag, “I had lunch with Harry after class.”

“Was the dining hall romantic?” Kitty questioned with a smile.

“Totally,” MJ responded with a laugh, “The black-bean burgers are basically aphrodisiacs. Anyways, he invited us out to Hot Rock around eight, so I was thinking we could get dinner–”

“No, thanks,” Kitty intercepted, bringing her legs up closer to her torso and flattening her lips to a line, “I’m not leaving the dorm today.”

“If you had it your way, you’d do that every day,” MJ groaned.

“And?’ Kitty quirked a brow, causing another grumble to leave her counterpart.

“Do you realize how much I say ‘no’ to stuff?” She continued, “‘Kitty, wanna go to a hockey game?’ No. ‘Kitty, wanna go to a frat party?’ No. Our entire relationship exists on the basis of you wanting to do stuff and me trying to refuse.”

“But you still went,” MJ raised her brows hopefully, “To both things. And it’s not like it’s just going to be Harry, he said some other people would be there.”

“Oh, great, other people, you know how much I love social gatherings where I don’t know anyone.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

“You know Peter,” MJ suggested. Kitty hadn’t seen Peter in a while. ‘A while,’ in her case, was a week. She’d gotten some semi-regular texts from him (cat memes and open invites to hang out) but hadn’t seen him since the frat party.

“Is it the best use of their time to be at Hot Rock when the semi-finals are two days away?” Kitty asked.

“No, probably not, but,” MJ’s smile, which had been dimming, came back with full vibrance, “But we can reap the benefits of their deviant behavior.”

“Are the benefits better than chocolate chip cookies?” She hummed.

“Pre-rolls and a bong,” MJ wiggled her fingers in a tamer version of jazz hands. Kitty seemed to deflate with a loud sigh.

“I hate that you make me do things.”

Hot Rock existed on the older, suburban side of campus. Right behind one of the major dining halls was a small, hidden space that hit the blind spot of the security cameras in the area. It wasn’t a rock so much as an artificial slab of stone with a metal pipe attached that spewed hot steam. It was connected to the heating system in the dining hall, but also served as a popular spot for stoners. A few of these man-made smoke spots were scattered around campus, but this one was the most popular, mainly because this rock was always much hotter than the others.

Kitty’s breath appeared in small puffs in the night air and she and MJ walked around the corner of the dining hall. It was spring, and the weather was getting warmer, but there was still a bit of frost. As they shuffled down a small slope, the rock revealed itself, decorated with about four people, one of them being Harry.

“MJ!” He nearly fell over himself scrambling towards the pair. He pressed a small kiss to her lips and wrapped an arm around her in greeting. MJ giggled, choosing to ignore Kitty’s gagging face.

“Kitty-cat!” Harry directed his grinning face to her, “I’m so glad MJ got you out of your tree.”

“I almost wish you’d just call me ‘bitch’ instead of that,” she replied. Harry, not losing any vigor, laughed.

“I know what you need.” He wagged his brows as he reached into the breast pocket of his flannel. He produced a mini pre-rolled joint with a proud grin, “Kitty needs her catnip.”

“I’m gonna let that one slide,” she said, and he simply chuckled. His eyes moved from hers, and somehow his impossibly bright smile widened. Kitty turned and was met with a familiar pair of hazel eyes.

“I’m a big fan of catnip, too,” Peter grinned, sliding down to meet the rest of the group.

“Hey, Peter,” Harry let go of MJ for a moment to give Peter a half-hug. Peter’s eyes, however, never let go of Kitty. He held her gaze with ease.

“Can we sit? My ass is cold,” MJ grumbled lightly as Harry took his post next to her.

“Of course, of course,” was Harry’s hurried reply. The four found spots on the rock, Harry returning to his original spot and taking MJ with him. Kitty settled in a small nook where the slab met a natural rock formation, and, as if she was a magnetic pole, Peter sat next to her. A few awkward introductions were shared with the others at the rock, though, it was clear they were all at least a few hits into Harry’s pre-rolls.

“So,” Peter’s voice cracked through the silence, “We keep finding each other, don’t we?”

“You keep finding me,” Kitty corrected.

“Same difference,” he shrugged. Wordlessly, he slipped his backpack from his shoulder and set it down in front of him. He worked in surprising order as he removed the items: a grinder, a small, rolled-up plastic bag, a green bong that had seen better days.

“Are student athletes supposed to be smoking?” She asked. For once, his gaze wasn’t focused on her, but on the contents before him.

“Helps with nerves,” he said, grabbing the baggy, “It’s medical, y’know.”

“Hm, I bet,” she replied. He worked with diligence: his long, slender fingers plucked a chunk of bud from the bag and trapped it in the grinder. The sleeves of his black long sleeve were rolled up, revealing his wrist that tensed lightly when he ground the bud. She’d never quite noticed how strong his hands looked—veiny and taught, likely from the hours upon hours of hockey practice. Then came the realization that she was staring, which pulled her attention away from him and to the others on the rock. Though there weren’t many people, pockets of conversation were created: MJ and Harry, who were cuddled up and passing a joint, two other members of the hockey team and a girl with shaggy blonde hair, and, of course, her and Peter.

“Alright,” Peter hummed in satisfaction as he packed the bowl. He grabbed a red lighter from the front pocket of his jeans and finally looked at Kitty. He held the bong out for her with one of those easy, boyish smiles, “Wanna do the honors, Y/n?”

Peter seemed to be good at evoking emotions from her. Annoyance, frustration, confusion, and now, prickly embarrassment. She licked her lips, looking from the bong and back to him.

“Um,” she let out a small cough, “I’m…not sure how to?”

She wasn’t new to smoking. There was the occasional joint she and MJ would indulge in, or maybe she would take a hit off cart at one of the parties she was dragged to. She’d just hadn’t gotten the chance to hit a bong before—a fact that didn’t bother her until she was here, staring at Peter. She hated her reply and the way she stumbled with her words. She hated that she had nothing better to say. She hated that she had released blood into the water.

“You haven’t done this before?” He grinned. Her jaw clenched at the way he said that. Kitty, in response, sucked her teeth.

“Have you never smoked before?” He cocked his head.

“No, I have, just not this,” she sighed, a slight aggravated clip to her words. Peter must’ve noticed because his gloating grin softened.

“That’s alright,” his voice was more mellow now, “That’s okay, everyone has a first time.”

This persona, the calmer one he adapted when he knew she was getting pissed off, may have pissed her off even more. If he wasn’t being an asshole, it was harder to be annoyed with him, which made her annoyed with him, which made her annoyed with herself.

“Okay,” she said, a cleansing breath of chilled spring air filling her lungs.

“Okay?” He repeated, “You want to try?”

Kitty glanced at MJ and Harry. They weren’t doing anything graphic, but they were still all over each other, giggling and whispering. She turned back to Peter and nodded.

“You sure?” He raised a brow.

“Gimme,” she groaned, taking the glass bong from his hands. He let out a small, breathy chuckle and nodded.

“Okay, so,” he sat up, “I’m gonna light it, you breathe in through the mouth right here. I’ll pull the bowl for you and you keep breathing in, okay?”

Kitty nodded, her lips descending on the mouthpiece. A sudden flash of panic struck her as he flicked the lighter. Did she look stupid? Was she being stupid? Why did she care? Peter lit the bowl, and she did as he said, sucking in a deep drag. The bong bubbled to life and milky smoke flooded the tube.

“Good, good,” Peter encouraged as he pulled the bowl, “Keep sucking in—there you go, just like that.”

She’d been doing fine until he’d spoken. His words, meant as innocent encouragement, sent blood rushing to her face. Her scalp burned as her head reared back and ragged coughs escaped her. Smoke left her lips in puffs, like dust being stirred from an old book. Peter patted her back with one hand and rummaged through his bag with another.

“That happens,” he spoke, unphased by her continuous coughing. He took a metal water bottle decorated in stickers in various states of wear from his bag and unscrewed the lid.

“Here, drink,” he brought it to her lips and she immediately sucked down the water. It was cold against her burning throat. She focused on how cool it was, hoping it would also subdue the burning in her face. A few gulps later, Kitty was back to a semi-normal state. She took in deep breaths, swirling in oxygen with the cannabis in her lungs.

“That was a big-ass hit. Good job,” Peter chuckled, “When was the last time you smoked?”

“I don’t know, a few weeks ago? And thank you,” Kitty replied. There wasn’t a hint of snark in her words, which was highly unusual. The afterburn of her influx of new feelings was still there.

“That oughta do it,” he took the bong from her, “I mean, you can totally have more, but your tolerance is probably pretty low, and the hit you just took looked more like three.”

“Yeah, that oughta do it,” she coughed out. He eyed her, suspicious of her lack of sass, before lighting the bowl for himself.

The bong caught up with her within ten minutes. There was a low vibration in her body, one that pulsed in her fingertips and warmed her. Her vision was a bit more narrow now, like she was viewing movie through her vision. Her mind bubbled, and when her eyes caught a glimpse of the sky, she leaned back with astonished glee.

It wasn’t often that you saw stars in the sky on this side of New York. Usually, the city lights blocked out anything non-artificial. But here, a mile or so away from the more prominent lights, she was able to see the glimmer of distant stars. It was captivating, really, and she could’ve stared at them for hours. Maybe she did. People buzzed around her without her recognition. Even Peter seemed to settle into a comfortable silence next to her.

“Do you remember that one episode of Hannah Montana where Miley moves into a new house and there’s a pizza oven? Like, one of those wood ovens you put pizza in. A pizza oven? Yeah?” She asked, glancing in Peter’s direction. He seemed to only slightly register the question before looking at her with a cocked brow.

“No,” he replied.

“Oh,” she hummed, “What about the one where—it’s the third episode, I think—the one where Oliver—no, it’s the second episode—the one where Oliver is in love with Hannah Montana, but he doesn’t know it’s Miley, so Miley and Lilly are like ‘oh, no!’”

“No,” he repeated. His voice wasn’t harsh, though. It was soft, maybe even curious.

“It’s good,” she said, “Real good. Real good.”

It was around then that the stars began to lull her to sleep. There was something comfortable about this moment: the heat of the rock, the stars, the weed in her system. She drifted off for a moment and was quickly awoken by a gentle shake.

“Y/n?” Peter called lightly, “Are you sleepy?”

His hand was on her arm. His hand was on her arm. Her eyes settled on that before she could even begin to process his words. His hand was lovely, truly, with its web of veins, the slender fingers that warmed her skin. She looked up to him and smiled.

“Hey!” Was her cheery reply. He laughed at this and nodded. Kitty cocooned inside herself once more as he turned away and called out to someone on the other side of the rock. She heard Harry, then MJ, then Peter again. It sounded like hearing a foreign language as the spoke.

“Would you like to sleep in your bed instead of this rock?” Peter asked. Kitty, still cocooned, sprung forward a bit.

“Yes,” she responded confidently. He couldn’t help but smile at her tone. He packed away his bag swiftly and stood, offering a hand to Kitty.

“You think I can’t stand up? Oh, I can stand up—I’m an olympic stander,” she mumbled, rejecting his hand. This side of her was something Peter had never experienced. He was used to snippy comments and sharp replies, but the inebriated, bumbling Kitty was an entirely different person. He liked it. A lot.

They began their trek back to Kitty’s dorm in silence. It was comfortable like this: quiet interrupted by the occasional off-key hum by the girl. It wasn’t a very far walk, only five minutes or so, and when they reached the front, Peter’s tight grin loosened a bit.

“Hey, I wanted to ask you something,” he said, his hand gently catching her arm. In this state, she wasn’t able to deny the electric current that was sent through her nervous system. Kitty shivered as she met his eyes.

“I know you’re not in the right headspace for this, so I’ll ask you again later, but…” he trailed off. He looked away from her, and she caught the way his throat bobbed slightly. This lasted for only a moment before he was making eye contact again, “Do you wanna come to semis?”

That wasn’t the question she expected. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but it wasn’t that. Instead of responding, she stared blankly at him.

“It’s not here, it’s actually kind of far away,” he was rambling now, “Well, not super far, it’s in New Jersey. It’s sort of late notice, so I know you might not want to go, and you have your own shit to worry about, too, so—”

“This is very weird,” Kitty interrupted.

“What?” Peter stopped, looking to her with a quirked brow.

“You’re acting nervous and talking a lot. Weird,” she said.

“Yeah, well, I am nervous, and I’m a little high, and you’re really hot, so there’s just a lot going on up here.” He gestured to his head. Her eyes were blank for several seconds before they sparked in recognition.

“Oh—oh.” Her expression changed rapidly, eventually landing on something akin to realization. Silence swelled between them for a moment before it was broken by one word: “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Peter repeated.

“Maybe,” she nodded in agreement. His lips tugged into a boyish smile once more.

“Okay, Y/n,” he grinned, “Maybe.”

a/n — (in the voice of that one meme) heyy….how y’all doin??? okay so im sorry that this update is months late, college has been a lot. it’s been fun tho!! like, i think im the happiest ive ever been. anyways, im sorry if this update doesn’t fit as well with the others, im trying to get back into the groove of writing, forgive me 🙏 love u guys!!

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juneberrie · 1 year

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playing fnaf with peter parker

ʚ 𖦹₊˚ 🎮 ﾟ. mcu!peter parker x gn!reader

author's note — ꩜ my peter parker obsession has come back and you all have to suffer for it ♡ divider by @/benkeibear

word count — ☆ 0.2k

warnings — ✦ fnaf, mentions of jumpscares, food

for starters if he gets scared hes throwing his controller across the fucking room and grabbing ur hand

he'd deny getting scared by saying some shit like "im spiderman. spiderman doesn't get scared" but hes shaking and gripping your hand like its a lifeline 🧍‍♀️

he can and will take every single opportunity to explain lore to you if you dont know it but if you do? oh honey

he'll pause the game and get drinks n snacks so that you two can just sit there for hours and discuss every single part of the lore that you possibly can

if you let him pick the game he's either going to pick 2, 4, or sb

if you guys play 4 every five seconds he's going to be shushing you because "the sound is the most important part!! we need to be able to here whats going on-" and then he gets jump scared because he was too busy talking

if you guys play 2, he goes and resets the music box every. ten. milliseconds. because he's literally terrified of the puppet (he gets jump scared by foxy bc he's too focused on the puppet)

if you guys play sb, good luck. its like the only game he's good at (for some reason?) he's gotten every single ending and he's played it multiple times. he knows every part of that game like the back of his hand but hes also terrified of the daycare so he'll hand the controller over to you and say he's going to the bathroom or getting snacks (he's scared of moon)

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #mcu!peter parker #mcu!peter x reader #mcu!spiderman x reader #mcu!peter parker x reader #mcu x reader #mcu peter parker #liz’s writing ♡

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im-sleepdeprived · 12 days

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Crazier • Pt. 2

wc: 8.8k (but totally worth it i PROMISE)

pairing: mcu!peter parker x reader

a/n: part two is here! she's a little long but i swear i've never had so much fun writing and editing a fic so i promiseeee its totally worth it !!! i love this one so much so please pleaseee let me know what you think ! i love talking to you guys (i feel the need to tell yall this is totally a PETER x reader fic you’ll understand but DONT WORRY ITS JUST FOR PLOT BRO)

warning: literally nothing, a few f-bombs, and kids going psycho (in the best way) at school

read part 1 here

The weird, auto-tuned, voice startled you and made you turn around, wiping your eyes so you could see clearly. When you saw who it was you rubbed your eyes again for good measure because there was no way.

"Huh?" you said meekly, mentally slapping face palming for acting so dumb in front of New York's hero.

His head tilted and his masked face shifted in what you could only guess was a grin, "I said can I walk you home? It's pretty dark and I don't really trust the streets and, trust me, I would know. Plus, your crying and being distracted is really dangerous."

"I'm not crying," you were, in fact, crying. It was obvious to both of you. Your red eyes and pink stuffy nose, despite trying to fight the tears so you could get home, only came in harder.

"Ok well I'm just gonna ignore the fact that you're totally lying and ask again, can I walk you home?" despite there being a weird robotic tinge to his voice, you thought he sounded desperate. Plus you didn't really think he'd take a 'no' as an answer. Or if you were even allowed to give him that answer, he was a superhero after all.

So you nodded and his entire posture seemed to relax when you hadn't even realized he seemed tense. Wow, he must take his job seriously. You started walking, silently leading the way as he followed right beside you.

"Can I ask why you're crying?"

"You just did," you replied flatly not really meaning to sound so mean despite the tone you had used.

You sighed, "Shit, I'm sorry Mr. Spider-Man, here you are being all nice trying to make sure I get home all right and I'm being a total ass."

"No it's all right, you don't have to answer if you don't want to I just wanted to make sure everything was alright," his tone was soft, and somehow, despite not knowing him at all, you felt like you could trust him.

"I broke up with my boyfriend," you whispered and you weren't really sure if he would catch it, but he did.

"He must've been real stupid for you to do that, huh?"

You laughed. "God yes," your humor died down and your face fell, "but he was a great boyfriend, y'know, just...before he wasn't."

You passed the cafe that was near your apartment building when he asked, "What'd he do that made you snap?"

You were silent for a minute, debating whether you should answer that or not when you finally stopped in front of your building making him pause beside you as well.

"Well we're here," you slapped your hands together as you stood there awkwardly.

"Yeah, yeah. Um, maybe we could chat again sometime, totally friendly, of course," he added the last part rushed, waving his hands slightly. It made you laugh genuinely this time.

"Sure bug boy, I hang out on the roof a lot." you could actually use a friend to talk to after today. "If you're ever swinging by and you see me, you should stop to say hey."

"Really," Peter felt weird, you two had always sat on your apartment roof together, climbing up from your fire escape. And now he'd never get the chance to do it again. Not as Peter at least, but here you were inviting Spider-Man to hang out with you again.

He decided he'd take what he could get.

You smiled slightly and turned around to go inside when he spoke up again, "Wait how does tonight sound?" He asked, and if you didn't know any better you might even say he sounded nervous. That only made you smile more.

"Tonight sounds great," you said., "Oh. And thanks for walking me home. I really appreciate it." You shoot him one last smile before finally turning around and getting inside.

Despite it being dark on your way home, it wasn't that late, it was just winter. You started your homework and worked swiftly, not giving in to any of the distractions you usually did. You wanted to be completely free tonight. Maybe befriending Spider-Man would help improve your grades too.

When the clock struck 9 p.m. and your parents went to bed, you closed your door and silently locked it before walking over to the window and pushing it open.

You grabbed a book and headed up, deciding to read until he got there. It was freezing despite the big sweater you were wearing. After waiting five minutes and him still being a no-show, you decided to go make some tea.

Making your way down, you made two mugs of tea as quietly as you could without waking anyone in the apartment. It didn't take long and soon enough you were carefully making your way up the fire escape again, trying your best not to spill any of the hot liquid.

While you were focused on steadily moving so you didn't spill your drinks, you didn't notice the masked hero sitting on the ledge.

"There you are," his voice startled you but, miraculously, the tea didn't spill, "I've been waiting for like, forever." You had a feeling he rolled his eyes.

"Oh shut up," you handed him a mug, "I was just up here dumbass. But it got cold so I decided to make us something hot."

He used his free hand to put a finger on his chin, tilting his head, as if in thought, "Having trouble deciding if I should be offended you called me a dumbass or flattered that you made me a cup of tea."

You laughed out loud and he felt his heart flutter, the sound a nice contrast to the yelling that had gone down between you two earlier that day.

"Wait so I never got your name," he asked in fake interest. Obviously, he didn't need you to tell him. But you didn't know that.

"Y/N. what's yours?" you asked innocently and it was his turn to laugh. "Ha! Nice try," he joked and you just shrugged.

"Whatcha reading?" He pointed towards the book you had brought up with you, "Business or pleasure?"

You laughed, and grabbed the book, "Definitely pleasure. It's my favorite actually. I've read it too many times to count."

His heart fell a little. Your favorite? How did he not know that? He remembered the cover though..or maybe just the color scheme of it. The more he thought about it the more he realized he didn't really remember the book at all. God, he really couldn't blame you for ending things.

"Can you tell me about it," he asked softly. He loved it when you went on about a topic you loved and all the facial expressions and hand motions that came with your storytelling.

"Are you kidding? I can write a 20-page essay about this book," you scoffed lightly, "but I really don't wanna bore you so it's okay."

"No way! I asked, so how would you bore me. Tell me about it, maybe I'll pick it up from the next bookstore I pass."

So you did. You went on and on about certain themes that stood out to you while reading, and how important some lessons were. You showed him your annotations and notes and he realized you really weren't joking about the '20-page-essay' quip.

He loved the way you were so passionate about the subject and all the thought you'd put into this. But seeing you like this made him realize something, it'd been so long since you'd been like this with him. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't really remember the last time you'd gone on one of these little rants with him.

Some time while you were talking you'd both finished your tea (him only pulling up his mask to the tip of his nose, taking a sip, and quickly bringing it back down. he didn't wanna risk anything), setting the cups far to the side.

He let you finish before talking, "Wow that's a lot to take in, am I the only person who's been fortunate enough to have this wisdom passed onto them?"

You laughed, "Kinda, yeah."

That shocked him a little, at least if you hadn't shared it with him he thought you might've talked about it with MJ. He might not have known much (apparently) but he knew how much you loved to talk about a book after you read it, whether you liked it or not. And the fact that this was your favorite and you'd read it multiple times and hadn't shared it with anyone was weird to him.

"Really? How come? Are your friends not into reading," he asked, trying to be subtle.

You just shrugged, "I don't really have friends," he made a sound of disbelief which made you chuckle before continuing, "I mean obviously I have friends in the traditional sense of the word but I'm not close enough with anyone to just speak my thoughts like that, y'know?"

He tried, he really did, but he could feel the hurt coursing through him, did you never feel comfortable enough around him?

"Really? you seem like the kind of person who has too many friends. What about your boyfriend?"

"ex-boyfriend," you corrected him bitterly, and it left him wondering if you felt that same pang of hurt adding those two extra letters that changed everything.

"Right," he said quietly, "but still, did you never feel comfortable enough around him?" He knew it wasn't his place to ask you such questions, hell it wasn't his place to be talking to you at all, you had made that clear, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't just leave you alone to walk home alone, hurt, and in the dark. And now, he really wanted to know what your answer to his question would be.

You wanted to make a joke about how he was really going at it with the questions but you didn't have it in you. So you just thought about it a little before answering, "Well of course I was comfortable with him, at one point I guess, he wasn't just my boyfriend he was my best friend. And I guess that's what really sucks the most about the breakup.

"He was the only person I shared anything with but it just got to the point where I used to try and talk about anything and he'd just blow me off. It happened a few times before I just stopped altogether, it hurt too much when it felt like he didn't care. I stopped and it was like 'If I don't say anything, I can't get hurt'. If I didn't talk then I wouldn't feel that rejection again and I always had the little part in the back of my brain that said 'Of course he cares but don't say anything, just in case.'

"He's a busy guy, and I get that, I really do. I just never thought he'd get so busy he wouldn't care about me anymore."

You hadn't realized how close you'd come to tears until you felt yourself sniffle, "Shit, sorry," you laughed bitterly, "I didn't mean to get emotional, it's whatever now, it's over."

Peter heard his heart crack. Saying he felt terrible was an understatement. He felt horrendous that he made you feel that way, even worse that he didn't even realize that he did until you just said so.

"God I'm so sorry," he said, his voice feeling weak and he was extra thankful for the new voice-changer he'd been using lately. "He sounds like a total jerk." He was, he definitely was.

You force a little smile, "Oh well," you shrugged, "we'll both move on."

But deep down, neither of you believed that.

You had a long night. Turns out your city's hero had a lot more to him than you'd originally thought. He was extremely funny, always making little remarks about everything, and he was a great listener. Not a boring one either, he asked questions and seemed genuinely interested in what you were saying.

It was the main thing on your mind that day that you almost forgot the problem at hand. Almost.

Going back to school was something you were dreading. You didn't want to see Peter at all, just thinking about it was totally ruining your mood.

You arrived and headed straight for MJ's locker. You tapped her shoulder, "Heyyyy," you said, making her narrow her eyes at you.

"What happened," she deadpanned and you sighed. You rubbed the bridge of your nose just making her more skeptical.

"Peter and I broke up." You said softly, not meeting her eyes. If you had, you would've seen they were filled with rage.

"What," she asked lowly making you look up. You two were good friends but you didn't really think she'd care much, just because MJ wasn't the best at showing emotions like that.

"Yeah, yesterday after rehearsal I broke up with him. He pushed it too far," you shrugged trying to put it off as nothing but she could see right through your charade.

"C'mere," she slammed her locker shut and interlocked your arms together making you smile in delight. This was so unlike her and you were going to enjoy every moment.

It was like that, your elbows locked together, you beaming and her with a dead-set look on her face as you headed for first period. You were so caught up in the joy of MJ being a little touchy-feely for once that you didn't realize she wasn't actually headed towards class but instead down the hall towards the locker of your ex.

Luckily you caught on while you were still a few feet away, dragging her to a stop in the student-packed hall.

"Hey, hey, hey. What do you think you're doing?" You looked at her, raising an eyebrow.

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Going to chew out your ex-boyfriend for being a dick," she said as if it were obvious.

You snuck a glance at him just in time to see him swerving his head opposite direction. So, he had definitely seen you. You shook your head, "Mj you can't do that, you'll scare him so bad you'll send him into cardiac arrest."

She cracked a smile at that until she looked in his direction and her face fell again, "No way. I'm gonna beat him into a pulp I swear-"

"Michelle," she tensed as you used her full name, "I'm fine. In fact, I broke up with him." Her shoulders deflated. "I'm not letting him off the hook that easily," she mumbled and you nodded, not really expecting her to. "I'm gonna give him the death stare all day long." She continued.

"And I'm sure he'll turn to stone by the end of the day," you said reassuringly. Her face lifted a little.

"But if he even tries to pull some stupid shit, I will not hesitate," she gave you a look that said 'this is the one thing you have no say over' and you nodded again. Anything as long as she didn't approach him and embarrass the three of you in the crowded school hallways.

She seemed satisfied with that answer, and so you both turned around to actually get to class this time but not before you snuck another glance at Peter who, for some reason, was looking a little paler than a few seconds ago. Even a little..scared? Maybe he heard MJ's threats, you humored yourself, turning your head away from him again. But that was impossible because the halls were way too crowded for him to have overheard you both. Not to mention you were still a ways away from him.

The rest of the day went by easier than you thought it would, with extremely minimal interactions with Peter. none, in fact, after the MJ incident (who had stuck by your side all day like your own personal bodyguard).

Of course, it might've been because you were avoiding him. You knew his schedule well and you knew where he'd be at almost all hours of the day. Even in your shared classes, you'd charmed some other students into switching seats with you so you didn't have to sit beside him anymore.

There was no rehearsal today so you dragged MJ to get ice cream with you, despite her initial refusal. You just needed a distraction, you didn't feel like going home and drowning in your thoughts for the rest of the day so you were gonna stall as much as you could.

You paid for your ice creams and MJ chose a booth in the back for you both to sit at. Once upon a time, you all used to come here as a group (you, MJ, Ned, and Peter) and sometimes just you and Peter alone on simple dates. The memories hurt to think about so you pushed them aside trying to only focus on the sweetness of your chocolate ice cream.

"So why'd you do it," MJ asked bluntly. You looked at her and furrowed your brows, not knowing what she meant.

She sighed, "Why'd you break up with him? I can see how down in the dumps you've been all day, you clearly didn't want to do it, so why did you?" She didn't ask it in a nosy manner, just simply, as if she were asking you for today's date.

You exhaled slowly, trying to buy yourself time because as much as you didn't want to answer her question, you had to. You felt as if you owed her that much with how extra kind and supportive she was acting today, despite that going against her usual personality. And plus, she was your friend so she should know.

"You know how he was MJ, I always told you," you sighed. You look down and start picking at your nails. "He just promised that he'd be there for one of my rehearsals claiming that, since they meant so much to me, he should go to one. And even though I kept telling him no and that he probably wouldn't be able to make it, he promised,

"He promised, and he still couldn't show up. So it just made me start thinking, and if he can't keep his word with simple things like that, how can I trust him with bigger things like a relationship? All the other times he's bailed on me, no explanation, and I'd just feel so stupid and hurt after getting stood up again. And I just snapped I guess."

MJ nodded solemnly as the bell above the door rang. Just out of curiosity, you looked up from your ice cream and you immediately wished you hadn't because walking in was Peter and Ned.

"Speak of the devil," you muttered as you buried your head down, letting your hair cover your face. MJ gave you a confused look before turning around and seeing just what you were talking about. She muttered a few profanities before grabbing your hand and dragging you up by your wrist.

As soon as you stood up two pairs of eyes landed on the both of you and before you could even think about where to run away, Ned was heading towards you with Peter right at his heels.

You cringed and MJ stood up straighter and tensed. You put a hand on her shoulder to remind her to relax and not turn on 'kill mode' yet.

"Hey guys," Ned said smiling big and for a second you thought maybe Peter didn't tell him about the breakup. Until you saw him send a not-so-subtle slap to the back of his shoulder but Ned ignored it.

"Hey Ned," you said softly giving him a tight smile and avoiding Peter's eyes despite feeling them burning holes into your skin. MJ just stood stiffly.

"Funny running into you guys here huh? Me and Pete just came here for a little treat, y'know we need a pick-me-up after that math quiz," he laughed and you forced a small chuckle. You two seemed to be the only ones trying, Peter was just staring at you the whole time and MJ was glaring at him, waiting for him to try something so she had an excuse to pounce.

"Say, aren't you in the same class Y/N? How was the test for you," he asked, clearly trying to keep the conversation flowing but as you opened your mouth to answer, someone else did.

"Well, this has been just great. Not," MJ said which made heat rush to your face. As uncomfortable as you were, you never wanted to be rude to them, especially Ned. He had done nothing wrong and he was only being nice.

"But Y/N and I have plans to be elsewhere so see ya later Leeds. And Parker, you might want to blink before your eyeballs dry out, not that I'd mind," she muttered the last part but you all still heard it so you sent a slap to her arm. She just shrugged as you turned towards Ned, still avoiding even looking at Peter, "Yea it was nice to see you Ned but we do have somewhere to be so we should catch up some other time," you tried more politely.

"Yeah, of course," he sent you another smile as MJ dragged you by your arm out the door and you waved lamely at him. You both stopped as the door closed behind you. you inhaled deeply, trying to calm your nerves.

"Oh my fuck, that was stressful," you muttered.

MJ gave you a sympathetic look before gesturing to follow her, "Come on, let's find somewhere else to hang out."

you followed her and looked into the window of the shop where you saw Peter and Ned hunched over whispering about something. probably about how awkward that interaction was.

"Come on y/n, pleaseeeeeee," Lexi begged, giving you big, wide, puppy dog eyes.

It was the next day after school and you were currently being bombarded by the whole cast and crew to play a big round of truth or dare with them.

So they sent Lexi to convince you, knowing how close you two were. And also how stubborn she was.

"But we have work to do," you whined pathetically. "Y/N honestly everything is done. and plus, we have one more rehearsal before opening night so if we did miss anything, which we didn't, we'll get it done that day," someone else from the crowd yelled, the rest yelling in agreement.

They were especially laying it on you because Mrs. Lightbody was absent today, leaving you in charge alone.

"Y/N/N, what are you even worrying about," Lexi asked, "you have everything memorized down to a 't'. Like, honestly, if any one of us had to bail last minute you could totally take over because I know you have every part of the script memorized." Everyone else was laughing in agreement and you looked down knowing it was true.

"I mean, come on, isn't truth or dare such a 'seventh grade' kinda game," you tried for measly, knowing that what she said was true, almost everything was ready for the big day and the minor stuff left could be taken care of at the last rehearsal.

"Well if you don't wanna play truth or dare we can always do something else," Lexi offered, giddy at the fact that you might actually agree.

"How about a scavenger hunt," someone suggested.

"Yeah! Me and Jack can write up a bunch of lists of tasks to do and items to gather. It'll take us less than 10 minutes," Lacy offered.

Everyone looked around and you finally spoke up, "Sure why not," you gave in and everyone started cheering, some even whistling, "A bunch of kids running around an empty school? What could go wrong?" you told them, the whole group laughing loud.

Everyone lounged around for a few minutes while Lacy and Jack laid out somewhere on the stage, pulling out a bunch of empty papers and started writing on them. You watched as Jack said something that made Lacy laugh, making a blush form on his cheeks. it had once been like that with me and Peter, you thought, but you tried not to let that bitter feeling seep in again.

As if sensing your distress, Lexi came over and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, "Hey," she said softly, "maybe this'll be good for you, y'know. You work really hard and you need something to forget about that Parker kid for once. so let's go wild and run around the school a bit." you smiled, thinking about how ridiculous this whole thing really was and how Mrs. Lightbody would endlessly scold you if she ever found out. but you also couldn't help the excitement bubbling in you. this sounded like a lot of fun.

"Yea, you're right," you agreed and you both lounged out on the stairs on the side of the stage until Jack stood up on the center stage and whistled, gathering everyone's attention.

he waited, Lacy beside him holding a bunch of paper scraps, until everyone was close until he began, "Fellow children of theater," he started dramatically, "I hold before you midtown's very first, annual, theater games." everyone cheered and clapped.

"You may gather into groups, as many as you like, just no more than four to a group, please. Now if you will, sort yourselves, and once your group is ready, come grab the paper that will have your tasks from Lady Lacy." He finished and motioned to Lacy who took a bow and everyone clapped once more. Man, you were gonna miss these kids once this play was over.

you and Lexi decided that you were just going to go together but as you were getting ready to get up on stage, Brad Davis approached you two.

"Hey," he greeted with that charming smile of his. Lexi greeted him while you waved silently beside her.

"Mind if I join you two," he asked the both of you, but his eyes were only on you, searching for your reaction to his question.

"Of course Brad," Lexi said, being the overly polite person she was. He nodded but he was still looking at you hopefully so you decided to answer, "Of course, you can join us," you smiled slightly. "After all, three minds are better than two. And I'm sure we'll need the extra help with whatever those two have planned for us," you motioned to the two leaders of this event, making Brad and Lexi laugh.

The three of you made your way to Jack and Lacy to grab a list of tasks. You approached them, "Hey Lace, can we grab a sheet?"

"Of course," she said sweetly. She grabbed a paper then looked down and laughed lowly. you all looked at her confused and she just ignored you, turning to nudge Jack. He didn't help your confusion when he looked at the paper and burst out laughing.

"What? What is it," Lexi asked, stepping forward. Lacy shook her head, "It's nothing, it's just," she laughed a little more, "me and Jack sorta wrote this one as a joke, the tasks on here are hella extreme, and frankly," she looked at you, "I don't know if you can handle it Y/N."

You must've looked taken aback because she quickly added, "I mean no offense, honestly you're so smart that if I had to choose anyone to actually complete these I'd choose you."

"Then why don't you think I can handle it," you crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow. "Well I know you're a stickler for the rules," she started, "and these break basically all of them."

"Lemme see that," you snatched the paper out of her hand and read it. well, you started to read it, but after seeing the first two tasks, you stopped.

You looked up to see her and Jack fighting off smiles. "I can totally get another one for you for you," she started to reach for the paper but you yanked it out of her grasp. "No, no, no. I'm doing this," you stated.

She and Jack exchanged a look, "are you sure," he asked you weakly. You raised your head and put on a defiant look, you loved proving people wrong, "Yes."

You walked away, Brad and Lexi close on your heels, only stopping in front of the auditorium door.

"Can I see it," Lexi asked? You nodded, handed her the paper, and watched as she read through it. Her eyes widened every time she read something on the list, Brad reading over her shoulder.

"Y/N, I love you but you're crazy," she said. You went to reply to her but just then, Jack was at the center of the stage again.

"Everyone has a task card, each group will try their hardest to complete all the tasks they were given. We will meet up here in an hour and a half and the winning group will be treated properly." He looked down to set up a timer on his phone. "But there is a trick to this," he paused for dramatic effect, "there's is an obstacle my partner and I have withheld from you all,

"We are, in fact, not alone in the school. There was a teacher meeting to be held after school hours and we have a few stranglers still wandering the halls. So you must be careful not to get caught," he smirked and you feel more of that excitement rush through you. You could really use the adrenaline rush this would definitely bring.

He looked up, holding his phone up for everyone to see, his thumb hovering over the green button that would start the timer, "Let the games commence!" he yelled as his thumb hit the button, the numbers already starting to go down quickly as kids started rushing out the doors.

"Oh my god, we are so gonna get caught," Lexi whined, making you laugh. "Well, we aren't gonna win with that attitude, come on Lex, live a little."

"Yeah what she said," Brad laughed and stepped forward to hold the door open for the both of you.

"Such a gentleman," you muttered as you stuck your head out to look down the halls both ways before grabbing Lexi's hand and dragging her after you.

"Read the first one Lex," you whispered as you scouted the halls for any sign of movement.

"'Bring back a lightbulb that is currently being used in one of the rooms in the building'," she read off the paper.

You thought for a second, "Most of the school uses tube lights so where can we get a light bulb?"

The three of you were quiet for a second before Brad piped up, "The library has ceiling fans that use lightbulbs," he suggested, but it sounded more like a question.

You clapped him on the shoulder, "Brad you're a genius." His face seemed to light up at your compliment.

The three of you headed towards the library, running into a few other kids who were also trying to complete their lists.

You quietly opened the doors and motioned for Lexi and Brad to stay behind as you made sure there were no librarians or teachers present. Once you were positive the coast was clear, you let them in and went towards the ceiling fan furthest in the back, in case anyone walked in.

You stood up on the table but you couldn't reach, "Brad, you're tall. Get up here," you instructed and he followed.

"I have a better idea," and before you could ask what it was, he picked you up by the waist and lifted you up to where you could easily unscrew it.

You carefully twisted it until the light gave out and the warm glass fell into your hands. You looked down at Brad, who was still holding you, and smiled, "Thank you."

He smiled back and let you down, both of you stepping off the table. Lexi clapped lightly, "Ok first task done," she grabbed a pen from her pocket and crossed it out. As soon as she lifted the pen from the paper you heard a door close.

You all looked at each other panicked. You brought a finger up to your lips and quietly tiptoed your way between the shelves, leading them to the back exit.

Everything was going smoothly until Lexi accidentally bumped into a chair making it fall to the floor, the metal making a loud noise. You all froze in your tracks as the school's librarian's voice rang out, "Hello? Who's there?"

Quickly thinking, you handed them the lightbulb and ushered both of them to the other side of the shelf as her footsteps sounded closer and closer. Once they were completely hidden from your view you pretended to browse the books on the shelf just as Ms. Smith approached you.

"Oh Y/N, it's just you. What're doing here so late," she asked, her scratchy voice prickling your skin.

"Um well, as you may know, I'm directing the school play that's performing this Friday," you said. She nodded for you to go on, still looking suspicious.

"There's actually a rehearsal today and I managed to find some time to sneak away to the library to get a book," you continued, having no idea where you were going with this.

"You came here this late just to get a book? You know the library is closed at this time of day dear, it's only open during school hours," she said, still sounding suspicious so you knew you had to bring out the big guns.

You sighed looking down, trying your hardest to seem heartbroken, "Well you see Ms. Smith, my boyfriend broke up with me and I just really needed to get lost in a good book to forget how hurt I am," you forced your voice to crack and looked away wiping your eyes from nothing.

"At the 'Greek Mythology' section," she questioned, and you almost faltered. But you were too committed.

You nodded, your lip quivering, "he always used to tell me stories of the Greek myths. And the story of Orpheus and Eurydice," you let out a choked sob. "it's so romantic."

She ate. it. up. "Why yes it is, it's one of my favorites actually. Well, you take your time dear," she rubbed your shoulder as you buried your face into your hands, "and let me know if you need anything else, alright? I'll be up at the front desk."

You just sobbed harder until she left. Once you were sure she was gone, you moved your hands away from your face, which was bone dry.

You went behind the shelf to find Brad and Lexi shuffled together. You had to hold your laughter until you exited into the halls.

You grabbed Lexi's hands and laughed, "Did you see how she totally bought that?"

Lexi laughed with you, "You were really good Y/N, I almost bought it too! And the fake crying? Absolutely genius."

"Yea Y/N, I almost thought you were fresh out of a breakup," Brad added and you laughed again. "That part is actually true," you inform him, "everything else though, was a part of the bit. Peter doesn't know the first thing about Greek mythology let alone the story of Orpheus and Eurydice." you laugh.

"Oh? So Parker's out of the picture," he asked and you just nodded as you read the next task on the paper, not noticing his smile.

You were dead set on doing everything on this list

A little over an hour had passed. You and Brad were currently busy unscrewing one of the circular seats from a cafeteria table. Of course, you had no tools so you had to improvise. You found that if you bent a bobby pin just the right way, it'll do the trick.

You kept twisting the bobby pin until you heard a clattering sound as the last screw fell off. Brad held up the seat as the three of you grinned. You were so gonna win this.

You stood up and opened up the bag with the rest of your supplies as Brad added your new prize. You had stolen a trash bag from the janitor's closet to hold everything for you. As the three of you walked down the hallways holding the most random collection of things, you spoke up, "Lex, what's next on the list?"

She looked down and the smile that was previously on her face quickly disappeared as she seemed to pale a little. "Oh no," she muttered.

"What? What is it," you asked as you all stopped in your tracks.

"It's the last one," she said and you smiled, happy that you'd made it this far.

"Ok so what's the problem," you asked, not really seeing what she was getting at. "Out of everything on this list," she started, "this is the one that will for sure get us expelled."

You and Brad exchanged a look, "Hit me with it."

"We have to steal the principal's desk chair."

"Those little shits," you muttered, your hands clenching into fists. "So that's it right? I mean, we got everything else on here, we don't have to win. We made it further than any of us thought we would," she said but you were already shaking your head.

"We have to win, we are going to win," you were so determined to win this stupid game and you weren't even sure why.

Lexi looked up, closed her eyes, and brought her hands up together, "Dear god, I'm too young to die. my parents would kill me."

Brad laughed as you headed down the hall towards the principal's office. Once you reached where you could see it, you crouched, the others right beside you.

the walls on his side of the office were glass and you could see Principal Morita sitting at his desk. You sighed and turned to face your partners, "I have a plan but it's a little crazy."

"Oh please, this whole thing has been more than a little crazy, just hit us with it Y/L/N," Lexi whispered.

"Ok one of us will have to lure him out while the other two wait behind the door. While he's in the hallway and whoever's with him is keeping him distracted, the other two sneak into the office, roll the chair out the other door, and wait around the corner. Once we're done and completely secure, we send some sort of signal and he's free to go back in."

You were unsure, it was a little all over the place and really risky but they were both nodding at you. "Ok I can distract him, I know exactly what to talk to him about," Lexi offered and you laughed.

You looked at Brad, "Guess it's you and me." You started crawling to the other side of the hall, careful to stay low so Morita wouldn't see you.

"Yup," he muttered, "your regular Bonnie and Clyde." You held in a laugh as you got situated on the brick wall at the side of the office, made sure you were out of view from the door, and motioned for Lexi to go ahead.

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, the sound ringing out loud in the quiet hallway. It didn't take long before the door opened and was held right in between you and your school's principal.

"Um, yes, may I help you," you heard him ask.

"Sorry to bother you sir, but I really needed to talk to you about something," Lexi said desperately. "Ok why don't you go ahead and take a seat in my office," he offered. "NO," she cleared her throat, knowing she had said that too loud, "what is mean is, no I can't I'm kind of in a hurry." You heard her take a few steps back. "We should just speak out here."

Mr. Morita followed her, letting go of the door as he stepped forward but Brad grabbed the handle before it could close. He held it open for you as you crawled in and he followed behind before quietly shutting it after him.

You two crawled up to his office careful not to be seen since this side of his office wall was made of glass. Currently, his back was to you and Brad while Lexi was facing you but was careful not to let her eyes wander and betray her.

"Ok," you silently opened the door, "we'll need to pick it up until we round the corner because the noise of it rolling would definitely catch his attention."

"Alright I can handle that," Brad said as he grabbed the legs of the chair and stood up but you motioned for him to stop. You moved out the door and peeked your head around the wall the tiniest bit. You saw Lexi passionately going on about something and from what you could see of Morita, he looked a little uncomfortable. You made a mental to ask her later what she was going on about. Once you were sure that Mr. Morita wouldn't see you, you stuck your hand and made a 'shooing' motion.

You weren't sure if Lexi would see it or not but she must've seen it from the corner of her eye because she moved so that she was facing the hallway you had to go down head-on, making Morita turn even more as he listened to whatever it was she was rambling about.

Now, with his back directly towards you and the new direction you were headed, you both left the office and you silently shut the door. Brad quietly put down the chair, "Get on," he ordered. You looked at him a little confused as he tried again, "Come on, it'll be fun."

Hell, you'd already done way crazier things today than you ever thought you would. One more couldn't hurt. So you sat on the chair as he picked it up and walked down the hall. You had to hold in your laughter.

Once he turned the corner he set you down, stuck his head out, and shot Lexi a thumbs up. Less than a minute later, she approached you guys. "Go before he sees us," she whisper-yelled.

You were still sitting in the seat and Brad took it upon himself to push you through the halls. It was such a rush, laughing in the chair with your hair flying around you, two of your newest best friends right behind you. It was one of those moments that you knew right then and there how special it was and how much you cherish it in the years to come, all the moments from today actually. You never would've participated in something like this. Ever. It was fun to be pushed out of your comfort zone, to loosen up a bit. And it was especially fun to do it with these two.

You all arrived at the side doors of the auditorium breathless, you from laughter and Brad and Lexi from the running and laughter.

"Oh. my. GOD. I can't believe we actually pulled that off," Lexi said, smacking her forehead, eyes wide.

"Hell yeah, we did," you looked at Brad and grinned as you held out your hand for a high-five. "Lex," you turned towards her, "time?"

She looked down at her watch, "Ten minutes before the deadline," she smiled. She opened the door for the three of you and you all walked inside, extremely proud of yourselves.

The auditorium was empty, to your surprise, with only you three and Lacy and Jack working on something up on stage. You all walked up the steps, "Hey guys," you spoke up.

They looked up a little confused hearing your voice, "Oh hey Y/N," Jack said, "done already?" you nodded casually and looked down picking at your nails, peeking up to see the shocked expressions on their faces.

"No way," Lacy whispered, "there's no fucking way you could've done all that." She said, louder this time.

You looked up, as if in thought, and put a hand on your chin, "Really lace?" Brad brought up the bag, he had stashed it in a hallway while you did your little office heist and the chair. "Cause I thought I just did," you smirked.

They stood with their mouths agape while the three of you just grinned at each other.

"Well I'm impressed," Jack said as he looked at you and your friends, "can't wait to announce the winners!"

The three of you sat on the edge of the stage while the rest of the groups piled in and handed their lists to Lacy and Jack so they could assess them. Soon enough, everyone had filed back into the auditorium and after a few minutes, Jack shooed everyone off the stage so he could make his announcement.

Once everyone was standing below the stage, Jack walked up to the center as he had done almost 2 hours before. "Students of Midtown," he bellowed, "I come to you with news of your latest adventure. We have gone through everyone's task list and the little prizes they brought back. I'm disappointed to say that only one team completed every task given to them."

Murmurs broke through the students as they wondered which group could've finished everything in so little time. You turned toward Brad and Lexi, "Wait we finished everything so does that mean-"

"I'm pleased to announce, however, the winners of the scavenger hunt. Y/N Y/L/N, Lexi Walker, and Brad Davis, congratulations!" Applause shattered all around you while you, Brad, and Lexi were hugging and high-fiving.

"Get on up here," Lacy shouted. You three were pushed forward by the other kids. You all walked up the steps and stopped in the middle of the large stage. Lacy and Jack turned to grab something and when they were facing you again, you saw what it was and you laughed. They were holding three makeshift crowns, made of cardboard. They were colored yellow (probably with a Crayola marker) and had big colorful jewels glued on the tips.

"Do you like em,'" Lacy asked with glee, "Me and Jack made them while everyone was out."

"I love them," you told her truthfully. The two of them approached your group and crowned you all separately as you stood in the middle with Lexi to your right and Brad to your left.

Jack stepped back, "Ladies and gentlemen, fellow students of Midtown High, let's hear it for the first winners of our very own theater games!"

Applause and cheering roared all around you. You smiled but then remembered something. Leaning to the side towards your friend, you whispered, "Hey Lex, what were you talking about with Mr. Morita, y'know, when you had to distract him for us?" She grinned at you evilly. "I told him that all the girls' bathrooms in the building should have a handful of free menstrual products because incidents happen every day and distract us from our schoolwork."

You threw your head back laughing as she laughed along with you. "Lexi! What did he say?"

"He got so flustered I barely kept him out of his office as long as I did." She told you and you laughed even more. "I can't believe you had the confidence to actually do that," you choked out between fits of laughter. Everyone was still clapping below you. She only shrugged, "Someone had to do it. I was just fortunate to be handed the opportunity." She said it so wisely, you didn't know whether to laugh some more or solemnly nod.

You looked down at your watch and realized rehearsal had actually ended a few minutes ago. You stepped forward, "Thank you, everyone, really. I hope you all had as much fun as I did because I had a blast," you looked back at your friends and smiled, "but, as you know, all good things have to end. It's getting late and before we all start heading home I wanted to talk to you all about something,

"The day after tomorrow is the last rehearsal for us which really sucks because I always look forward to these things. No, seriously, sometimes they're the only thing to get me through the day." Chuckles and little shouts of agreement spread around the group, "And the day after that, is the long-awaited play we've all worked so hard on. And as much as I can't wait to see how amazing everyone's going to do," you looked at Lexi, who smiled right back, "I'll miss seeing your faces every day so, please, if you see me in the hall or in class or something, don't be a stranger. And at our next rehearsal, Mrs. Lightbody will definitely be back so I expect everyone to keep their mouths shut about today. Or none of us will live to make it to opening night."

Everyone clapped with a few people yelling things like "wWe'llmiss you too Y/N" and "Don't worry, this won't be the end of us!" that last one was Jack being as dramatic as ever. You laughed, "Great, now everyone, get your asses home before I get kicked off the cast for keeping you all too late."

Everyone was running around getting their things ready and you were about to do the same when you remembered something. "Hey Lace, Jack," you called them over, "what are you gonna do with everything?"

they looked at each other and smirked before looking back at you, "oh don't worry Y/N, that's for us to worry about." he told you, setting unease in your mind.

You chuckled stiffly, "Um, well, be careful I guess?" They laughed, "Of course we will Y/N/N." Lacy said.

"Ok, well then I'm gonna get going now, bye!" You waved at them and they both waved back. You stepped off the stage, grabbing your bag from the corners of the steps where you'd left it. You were almost at the door when you heard your name being called. Turning around you saw Brad

"Oh, hey Davis," you smiled. "hey Y/N. I was wondering if I could walk home with you," and if you didn't know any better, you'd think he sounded a little nervous.

You laughed, "Of course, you can Brad," you started walking out the door, "unless you're trying to kidnap me then no." you deadpanned, making him laugh. He put up both hands, "Hey, my criminal record is clean and I plan on keeping it that way."

You were outside now and the roads were wet. Apparently, it had rained while you guys were getting it crazy back at school. You fake pouted, "Ugh, that sucks. I have a thing for bad boys," you smiled up at him widely. He dramatically threw his head to the side, getting rid of the hair that had fallen on his face. "Well, I'm as bad as they come."

"Oh?" you questioned, raising a brow. He nodded and leaned in, putting a hand to cover his mouth as he whispered in your ear, "One time, I was trying to parallel park between two cars and I accidentally hit one of them so I got scared just and left."

You burst out laughing, "Oh my god, I was not expecting that. BRAD! you committed a hit and run!" You laughed some more as he just shrugged, "What can I say? I'm just that cool." You fake swooned on him, throwing a hand on your forehead, "Oh my goodness Brad Davis, take me now!"

he laughed as you pushed yourself off him, laughing along with him. It was like that for the rest of the way and you realized how funny he was. He went along with all your bits (which was always appreciated) and made some himself. The walk went by quickly and was over faster than you would've liked.

You stopped in front of the door to your apartment building, "Well this is me." Brad stopped beside you. "Y'know," you started, "you're way cooler than I thought Davis."

He laughed, "Glad you finally figured that out. Maybe we could do this again sometime?"

You nodded, "Yeah, I think I'd like that." He grinned, "Great." you two sat there just staring at each other for a few seconds, the only sound was water hitting the ground as it fell out of gutters, and when he looked like he was about to open his mouth and say something, a car honked and splashed the two of you, leaving the two of you soaked from the side.

You squealed in surprise and laughed. "Holy shit! Well, my socks are ruined now." Brad laughed along and you missed the twinge of disappointment coating his features. "Well, see you tomorrow Brad!" you waved at him as you turned to walk into the building.

As you made your way up the stairs, you couldn't help the excitement still coursing through you. Maybe Spider-Man would pay you a visit. You had a lot to share after today.

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