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A Moment Of Everything
Summary: Peter Parker x Fe!Reader -> You and Peter have never gotten along, but can two nights in Florence change things for good?
Disclaimer: Swearing, fluff, angst. Mentions of blood and wounds. I was watching The Proposal last night and got inspired. Enemies to Lovers. See this for whichever Spider-Man you wish. HAPPY NEW YEAR!
You knew things had to change eventually.
Yourself and Peter couldn’t go your whole lives hating one another.
You just didn’t expect it to change quite so much.
It had all started one night when you were on a mission with each other.
Two days in Florence, Italy. You were both sent to monitor a suspect. And, like usual, Peter was off with you. He didn’t seem too happy about having to share a bed at the hotel. And, even though he didn’t particularly like talking to you, he would still do it. Only, that night, he didn’t.
When he didn’t have to talk to you, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t even look at you.
So, the night before you were expected to fly back home, you called him out on it.
He didn’t listen to you. He simply walked away from you. He followed the guy and you had to go with his plan. Whatever his plan was, you had to guess.
Only, the suspect got away.
“We’ll find him again.”
Peter just grunted.
“Peter.”
Nothing.
“Peter!”
Again, nothing.
“Jesus Fucking Christ! Peter!” He finally slowed down and looked at you. “What the hell is your fucking problem?! I get you don’t like me, but we’re meant to be together in this!”
“We are together in this.”
You couldn’t help but scoff. “Bull-shit. You have done nothing but ignore me this entire trip. If you have a problem with me, you can just say it. Where are you going now? Or am I not allowed to know that either.”
“Back to the hotel. Not like you’d tell me.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
You tried running to catch up with him.
“Nothing.”
“No, go ahead. Tell me.”
Soon enough you both made it back to the hotel and inside the room before the conversation continued.
“Tell me, Peter. I can take it.”
“No, you can’t.”
“You don’t know me-”
“You’re right! I don’t!” Peter turned around and looked at you, forcing you to stop in your tracks.
“I don’t know you! I don’t know anything about you! Because you don’t share anything.”
“Well, excuse me for wanting to keep my life a little private.”
“A little?!” Peter raised his eyebrows and scoffed. “A little private is not telling your co-workers where you're going when you say you’re going on holiday. A little private is not showing them a thousand pictures of your new puppy. Your life is anything but a little private.”
Clearly, he had more to say so you waited. And you didn’t have to wait long.
Sighing, Peter rubbed his forehead for a moment before looking back at you.
“I have known you for almost ten years and you have told me less than three things about yourself. And yet, an hour before we leave to come here, Hank from the Biology lab does…what? Flirts with you for five minutes, tells you his coffee order and you’re practically marrying the guy!”
“Peter, that’s none- Is this what has been bothering you since we left? This?! Just because I decided to talk to a guy and tell him about my day…why does it bother you so much that I don’t talk about myself?”
“Because I am meant to be your teammate. You have known me for almost ten years and never once have I hid anything from you. We are meant to trust one another. It doesn’t matter if you don’t like me or if I didn’t like you, what matters is that you trust me, and that I trust you. This partnership is meant to go both ways.”
You didn’t know what to say. You just kept looking at Peter. It looked like the world had been lifted off his shoulders whilst he also started beating himself up over what he just said. His chest was heaving and for a moment, you thought he was gonna walk towards you but instead, he took a step back.
“I’m going for a shower.”
When the door closed behind him, it took you a moment to gather yourself.
You couldn’t deny that he had a point. Maybe you hadn’t told him as much as you could have done, especially for being teammates for almost a full decade. But it wasn’t like he didn’t have his faults in it, too.
Maybe instead of ignoring you and only talking to you when he needed to, you might have warmed to him more rather than seen him as a stand-offish person who you would trust to save your life, but wouldn’t trust to put it on the edge first.
After twenty minutes, Peter emerged from the bathroom, freshly washed, clothed and ready for bed. He put away his dirty clothes and put his wash bag back in his bag before climbing under the covers that lay at the bottom of the bed.
He hadn’t said anything when you both arrived at the hotel late at night. Just took some sheets out of the cupboard and put them on the floor. When you entered the room, you said he was being ridiculous.
He just said the bed was too soft for him and that he wouldn’t sleep.
After an hour of back and forth over you telling him just to get into the bed, since it was big enough for a family of five, never mind two, he still decided to stay on the floor.
As you lay in bed, listening to the distant noises of the city, you tossed and turned before settling on your back. But you still couldn’t sleep.
Then you heard Peter.
He was tossing and turning, too.
Eventually, you heard him sigh in annoyance of sleep not taking over him.
So, wrestling with your own mind, you spoke up.
“I like Greek Mythology.”
A few seconds passed and then; “What?”
You faltered for a moment before speaking up again.
“I-I like Greek Mythology. I always have.” you said before explaining, taking your time. “When I was five, my grandmother gave me some of her old books. In the pile was a kids illustrated version of Greek Gods and Goddesses. I was obsessed. And I mean, obsessed.”
You laughed a little as you explained your obsession with Greek Mythology to him. Meanwhile, from the floor and out of sight from you, he smiled. He couldn’t even think of when he’d heard a smile in your voice. Never mind a laugh.
It was once of the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard.
“For three halloween’s in a row, I went as a different Goddess.”
You fell silent for a moment in the memory before you started to speak again.
“I hate coffee. I try it once every year and it’s always the same. Absolutely disgusting.” you chuckled a little. “I spent every summer away from home at Camp where I ran a book club. I watch Rom-Coms when I’m sad because they make me feel better. My favourite flowers are blue tulips. I don’t watch thrillers because they remind me too much of work. And, I haven’t told anyone this much…ever.”
Only as you finished did you realise how much you had told him. And you felt a pang of anxiety in the pit of your stomach as Peter remained silent.
“Are you still there?”
Peter swallowed thickly and nodded his head, despite the fact you couldn’t see him. “Y-yeah. I’m here. Just…processing.”
“Okay.”
That conversation had been just over eight months before you got a knock at your apartment window one evening.
You had taken a couple weeks off work since you hadn’t taken any vacation days…ever. Barton had practically banned you from the building for two weeks.
The rain had been pouring over the city and, with all your work finished, you had rushed out and got some supplies before sitting in front of your TV, watching one of the many rom-coms your DVD collection provided before pulling a few books from your shelves and reading through them.
At some point, you had fallen asleep, still fully dressed, under your blankets, listening to the quiet silence of your apartment as the rain hit the windows outside.
Only, rather than continuing to sleep throughout the night, you heard a continuous tapping.
So, leaning up with tired eyes, you looked around. The loose braid you had stuck your hair in had fallen out, your bobble being lost between the cushions somewhere.
The apartment was shrouded in darkness, save for the street lights outside still lighting small sections of your apartment.
Along came more tapping until finally you turned towards the sash window that lay by the fire escape.
You furrowed your eyebrows as you saw him through tired eyes.
Making your way over, you pushed the window open and Peter made his way inside.
“Sorry for waking you.”
You just grumbled and closed the window to stop the rain from flying in, though it didn’t stop the small puddle made by Peter who was practically soaked to the bone from the rain.
“Ah, so this is who I lost you to.” Peter said with a slight smirk as he spotted one of your Mythology books.
“Barton said I was banished from HQ until my vacation days were finished. What are you doing here at this time of night? What even is the time?”
“I didn’t know where to go, and you’re the only one who I trust to do the job well.”
“What job?”
Finally looking at Peter, you saw it.
His body, and his clothes, were splattered with blood. You couldn’t tell how much of it was his and how much of it could be somebody else's.
“You didn’t kill anyone did you?”
“No.” Peter answered. “They’re alright, just at the police station getting booked.”
You sighed as you took in even more of his wounds. “Alright. Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes. Give me your jacket.”
Peter removed it and you took it from him, including his grey hoodie.
“Bathroom?”
“Down the hall and to the right.”
Peter nodded and walked down whilst you headed into the kitchen and shoved his jackets into the washing machine and pressed start. Then, from the top cupboard, you pulled down your first-aid kit that contained everything from princess plasters, from when you had been looking after your neighbour's kid for two days, to a stitching kit.
Twenty minutes later, you had a basin full of warm, blood stained water, a once-clean face cloth covered in stains of blood and a grown Avenger sat on the edge of your bathtub, wincing every now and again and you cleaned him up.
“Remind me again why you came to me?”
You turned Peter’s head to face over your right shoulder as you cleaned a graze and cut just above his eyebrow.
“Because I trust you. And I didn’t feel like getting another lecture from Laura.”
“Ah,” you nodded and Peter laughed a little.
Then he hissed.
“Sorry, I'm almost finished with this one.”
“It’s okay.” Peter flicked his gaze to you a couple of times. “T-thank you for doing this.”
“What else would I have done? Kicked you back out of the window?”
“You could have done it. I did wake you up. Clearly I didn't learn my lesson from the first time.”
You chuckled. “Yeah, I guess I did nearly beat you up.”
What Peter meant was just over two months ago. You had both become friends of sorts. But, you had fallen asleep at your lab desk one night and Peter came in to wake you up and you nearly cursed him out so much that you even had him convinced he was an intruder trying to break into your home.
“But, if you hadn’t come to me, I probably would have cursed you out when I found out, anyway.”
“Found out?”
“You can’t hide anything from me, Peter. I know everything,” you joked.
“But do you?”
Peter’s question slipped from his tongue before he could stop himself, but you didn’t know what to do. So, your eyes turned from his and you tried your best to remain calm until you saw a large spot of blood coming through his black t-shirt.
You tried your best to get to the wound that was beneath it without him removing his shirt, but you both knew it was no use.
So, awkwardly asking him, he stood and you looked to him only to find him looking back.
Slowly, he removed his shirt, trying his best not to stain the rest of his body from the blood you had just cleaned away and for a moment, you were met with his body in front of you.
Most of the blood was coming from that one wound but the top of his arms now showed a little bruising, as well as his torso, though it was more healed than you thought it would have been.
Finding yourself staring for a little too long, you forced your gaze back to his face where he’d removed the shirt from over his head and lowered himself back down onto the edge of the tub, opening up his legs for you to stand between them once more.
Though, it was in that moment that you realised how close you had been standing to him this entire time.
“Th-This might sting a little.”
Peter nodded and you watched as he clenched his jaw and tried to suppress the grunt that tried to escape from him as you cleaned out the wound.
“You might need some stitches.” you mentioned. “I can do them here, though they might not be Laura standard.”
“I think I’ll survive.”
You nodded and tried your best to ignore the fact that Peter was looking at you as you looked for your stitching kit and began working.
In your peripheral vision, you could see some of his bruises already starting to heal, though some might take more than a couple hours.
Even with his adapted DNA.
“If you want, you can stay here for the night. I have a spare set of pyjamas if you need them.”
“You sure they’ll be my size?”
You laughed a little. “My, uh, my neighbour gave them to me. She bought a set for her husband but when they came they were too big for him. She told me to keep them in case I ever had someone…stay the night. They might be too big for you, too but they have a drawstring so…”
“Okay.”
You looked at him for a split second and then looked back to his wound with a small nod.
Soon enough you finished and stepped back to grab the face cloth before dipping it into a fresh basin of warm water to clean off the rest of his wounds that would heal soon enough.
“Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
As you looked at Peter when he stood, there was a moment of…everything.
Neither of you were moving, yet his eyes and your own spoke a thousand unspoken words between their gazes.
Without thinking, Peter lifted his hand to meet your own, allowing you to place the cloth down before he pulled you a little closer.
Your name left his lips in a small whisper, a plea, a wish of permission.
You felt yourself stand a little taller as his other hand came to your face, brushing the loose hair from your face, behind your ear.
His eyes continued to flick from your eyes to your lips, as yours did the same with him.
There was time for you to stop. For you to say no. And if you did, he would have stepped away and, most likely, would have apologised and left.
But you didn’t want that.
Each tantalising moment that passed, you wished for time to hurry up. For his lips to finally meet yours.
And once they did, there was no turning back.
At first it was soft, until you both became hungry for more.
Leaning in, your hands came to his neck to pull him closer to you.
Eventually, the kiss broke apart for a moment, your heads resting together, your eyes partly closed.
“Was that-”
“Just shut up and kiss me again.”
Peter chuckled a little before feeling your lips connect to his, allowing his hands to pull your body flush against his.
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flexible
A/N : another blurb inspired by a prank video. Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.
Summary : you prank your boyfriend by putting him in the positions he puts you in during sex.
Pairing : Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings : mature content
You were hanging out at Peter’s dorm room, sitting on the couch and scrolling through your social media accounts.
“Hey whatcha doing?” Peter asks, walking into the living room. You look up from your phone.
“Nothing, just watching this tiktok on some special yoga poses. Apparently only women can do these very easily.” It was a lie in the video the girlfriend was pranking her boyfriend by putting him in the positions he puts her in during sex.
“That’s rubbish, it just depends on your body’s flexibility.” Peter says.
“You think you’re flexible enough to do these?” a mischievous smirk plays on your lips as you raise an eyebrow baiting him.
“Babe look who you’re talking to. I’m spiderman, I'm flexible AF.” He states placing his hands on his hips with an air of confidence
Oh this is gonna be fun you thought, putting away your phone and standing up from the couch. “Ok let’s see how flexible you are.”
“Yeah, let's do it!” He says excitedly pumping his fist in the air.
“For the first pose you need to lie down on your back.” You instruct as Peter goes to lie down on the floor.
“Now bring your legs up” you tell him and he follows by lifting his legs up. “Yeah, just like that. Now spread them wide all the way”
“Like this?” He spreads his legs wide.
“Yeah and then grab the back of your thighs and pull up.” Holding by the thighs Peter pulls his legs up to his chest and you bite your lip to hide a smile.
“Do you feel it?” You ask.
“Kinda.” He replies.
God he’s so innocent you thought laughing silently to yourself deciding to carry on with the next position.
“For the next pose, turn on your side and bend your knees.” Peter follows your directions and turns on his left side. “Now lift the top leg up.”
He lifts his right leg up as you hum in approval. “Yeah, as high as you can.”
“Ooh I can feel this!” He tells and you purse your lips to keep the giggle from slipping out of you.
“Good now stand up.”
“This one is a bit rough, it's called the bunny hop. So you gotta squat down to your feet.” You explain as he squats down.
“Yeah great, now jump up and down.” Peter starts to hop on his feet. “No, no your feet should be on the ground just move your hips” he does as told and you swear to god watching him do that sent you on the verge of losing all control and laughing out like a maniac.
You quickly schooled your features and said. “Ok so for the last one get on the couch on your knees. Grab on the backrest.”
Peter gets on the couch kneeling and holds onto the backrest as you lift his left leg.
“Now lift this leg up and stick your ass out.” Just then Harry decides to stroll into the living room.
“Looking great Parker.” He opens the refrigerator to grab a beer bottle. “You guys taking a trip to the wild side? Should have asked me would’ve been happy to help.” He says while opening the bottle. Understanding finally dawned upon Peter as he jumped out of the couch with a mortified expression and you burst out laughing.
“Oh my god Y/N! You’re such an evil.” He cried out as he thought of all the sex positions you made him do.
“You don’t have a problem when you put me in those positions.” You tease both of your faces red yours from laughing too hard, his from embarrassment as he stomped back to his room.
“Always wanted to peg that ass.” Harry says, eyes focused at the open door of Peter’s room.
“Shut up Harry!” Peter yells from his room. Chuckling Harry takes a sip of his beer and saunters off to stand beside you, handing you another bottle.
“Pussy.” He mumbles and turns to you with a sultry look. “The offer still stands, you know. Just like I said before you’re welcome to watch…” he eyes you up and down. “Or join.”
Your lips curl into a smirk as you regard him with narrowed eyes. There have been quite a few times where Harry had openly admitted he’s attracted to both of you suggesting you guys should try doing threesome. “I’ll give it a thought.” You say clinking your bottle to his and take a sip.
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Our Girl
Harry Osborn x Reader // Peter Parker x Reader
Summary - You're forced into attending a gala with Peter and Harry, where your best friends unintentionally plant a tempting idea in your head.
Warnings - none that i know of. just banter with the boys and some pining on all ends.
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“You're late.”
PETER'S FEET came to a grinding stop in front of you, finding himself ensnared under the weight of your glowering gaze. The pointed remark had been enough to set his senses on fire, the radioactive venom in his veins having labeled you a threat as the fine hairs coating his arms began to stand on end.
It wasn’t often that Peter found himself on the receiving end of your current tone, rarely ever being the one to tick you off enough to draw out your more menacing side. Until now, actually, he had been fairly certain that the tone had been specially reserved for Harry.
He recognized it as a threatening sound, a subtle warning to be used whenever the Oscorp heir would speak too freely of his perverted fantasies about you. Although, now that he was thinking about it, he couldn’t remember a time that it had ever worked on Harry, with little having the capability to encourage the young Osborn to restrain himself.
Peter wondered how Harry managed to maintain his confidence when he was the target of your irritation, especially considering that Peter’s stomach already felt like it was doing cartwheels.
“Ah, you know how it is,” a nervous chuckle as he inched closer to your side, leaning in close so you could hear him over the loud music playing overhead, “some guy with a gun wanted to try his luck at City National bank. Figured Spider-Man could handle it quicker than the NYPD.”
You tilted your head, brows rising slightly in agreement. “Still,” you huffed out, averting your gaze to the golden-hued liquid in your glass, “you swore you’d be here. I was starting to think I was gonna have to deal with these pricks all by myself.”
Peter chuckled, an action that earned him another icy glare. “I’m here now, aren’t I?” His teasing comment didn’t get a reply as you worked to maintain your sour mood with him. “Besides,” he tried again, lightly nudging you with his shoulder, “even if I hadn’t come you still wouldn’t be alone. Harry’s around here somewhere, yeah?”
You snorted loudly at his question, the ill-mannered sound causing you to receive a few dirty looks from the haughty individuals within earshot. “Oh yeah, cause he’s so much help.” you droned sarcastically, throwing back what remained of your drink before continuing, “I think I’ve already got enough rich assholes trying to get me in bed when we come to these things.”
There were many reasons you hated being forced into these flashy galas; the music was always obnoxious, often some type of mind-numbing classical, and the hors d’oeuvres were usually things you wouldn't ever consider eating, which meant you had no choice but to starve until it was over.
But, the most notable reason for hating them, was that the Osborn name had a nasty habit of attracting New York’s most atrocious men. They were the kind of men that didn’t just think they deserved your time, but actually felt as if they were entitled to it, and it was rare that they were willing to accept rejection.
To Harry’s credit, though, he was just as good as Peter at keeping prying eyes and unwelcome hands away from you. The only true difference between the two boys was their approach.
Peter—ever the gentleman—typically opted for the kill ‘em with kindness route. A sweet hand hovering over the small of your back, guiding you through the crowded Osborn mansion. He would toss out an occasional pet name whenever someone overstayed their welcome in a conversation, do you need another drink baby? or I think Harry’s looking for us, sweetheart.
His actions served as a gentle deterrent for anyone who dared to approach you, a subtle indication that you were taken. Peter fell into the role of the perfect boyfriend with such ease, so respectable and kind.
Harry, on the other hand, never failed to take full advantage of the situation; unwilling to waste an opportunity to stake some sort of claim on you.
He was bolder than Peter, thin fingers traipsing along your bare thigh as you sat next to him, slowly letting them dip underneath the fabric of your dress with such jealous intent. Ocean eyes would cage the man that you’d told him wouldn’t take no for an answer, forcing him to watch as his hand slipped higher and higher.
You had grown used to Harry’s antics, and you were also aware that he’d never take it too far. He knew how far he could go before you’d tighten the leash around his neck, only occasionally pushing past the limit just enough to get on your nerves and earn a rough slap to his chest.
For Peter—so sweet and gentle—it was a precious moment, one in which he could let himself experience what it would be like to actually call you his. For Harry—so brash, so passionate—it was a show of dominance; an act of war, even, against anyone who dared to act as if you weren’t his.
You rarely bothered to remind him that you didn’t belong to him—either of them—often too caught up in your own imagination. You had the power to turn both boys into little more than lovesick puppies, and they held that same power over you.
“Better to be the rich asshole you know than the one you don’t, right?” Peter contended, reaching over to take the empty glass from your hand and place it on the tray of a passing waiter. You only lifted your shoulders at the remark, muttering a small fair enough in response, scanning over the lavish room that was filled to the brim with New York’s most elite.
“Speak of the devil.” You mused as your gaze fell upon Harry, sauntering through the crowd with ease and making a beeline for you and Peter.
“There’s my favorite outcasts!” Harry roared as he approached, a wide grin spreading across his face as he lazily slung an arm over each of your shoulders, effectively wedging himself between you and Peter. You hadn’t noticed the way Peter stiffened at the action, the disappointment that glimmered in his dark eyes at being pushed further away from you.
Instead, you just rolled your eyes at the label Harry had used for the two of you, jokingly shoving his touch off of you. You hardly considered yourself an outcast, though you had to admit that these parties had a tendency to turn you into a wallflower, leaving Harry to schmooze with potential investors all on his own while you and Peter drowned yourself in his finest booze.
Harry bounced back quickly from your teasing rejection, his hand finding its way to your body once again, this time slipping around your waist and pulling you into his side. “You’re late.” He repeated the same phrase that had left your lips just moments ago.
Your jaw fell slack immediately and Peter already struggled to stifle his laughter, having anticipated your reaction to Harry’s claim. “He’s late!” You jutted your finger across Harry’s chest, pointing it at Peter, “I have been here for almost an hour, Har.” Another huff as you retracted your hand, arms moving to cross firmly over your chest. “Maybe you would’ve noticed I was here if you weren’t so busy flirting with half of Manhattan.”
When you had first arrived and realized Peter was nowhere to be seen, you planned on finding Harry, so used to always attaching yourself to one of their hips. But, when you finally found the boy, he was cornered by a few heiresses that were all desperately trying to sink their claws into the Osborn fortune.
“Aw,” Harry cooed, slender fingers playfully squeezing your side as he spoke, “jealous much?”
You glared up at him through your lashes, but didn’t make a move to pull away from his touch this time, “Not jealous-” you corrected him, “pissed off. You’re the one that forced me to come to this thing, and then you just went off to galavant with your admirers.”
“Galavant, eh?” His eyes narrowed, the corners of his lips twitching into a smile as he glanced at Peter. “How much has she had to drink?”
Peter raised his palms like a white flag, relinquishing himself from any responsibility for your somewhat buzzed state. “I’m not drunk!” You swiftly declared, looking ever so slightly offended by the comment.
Harry ignored your statement, reverting back to the previous topic, “Well don’t worry your pretty little head,” he let the arm that had been thrown over Peter’s shoulders fall, moving to lightly tap at your forehead as he spoke, finding amusement in the way your eyes narrowed at the teasing action, “you know I’ve only got eyes for you doll.”
“God,” Peter groaned out, shaking his head at the interaction, “you’re never gonna give up, are you?”
“And let you have her all to yourself?” Harry’s neck snapped in Peter’s direction, feigning a gasp at his best friend. “Only in your dreams, Parker.”
“Funny you say that!”
You lowered your head, cheeks puffing out as you exhaled loudly. “Here we go again.” You uttered to yourself, aware that neither of them would be listening to you now that they had gotten started.
“Have you told y/n about what’s going on in your dreams lately?” Peter cocked his head to the side with a smug grin.
It was truthfully a weak attempt to embarrass Harry, seeing as though the boy very quickly owned up to his lewd fantasies. “All the time, actually.” He hummed to himself, his tongue darting over his lips as he tried to push Peter further, “She totally gets off on it, too. Fuck, you’d love to watch the way our girl squirms when I tell her about all the nasty things I wanna do to her.”
Our girl.
A phrase that they both used quite often, as if they knew they’d always been forced to share you, despite the fact that each of them wanted to claim you for themselves.
“Oh yeah.” Peter’s head bobbed alongside his words. “She’s clearly head over heels for you.” He sarcastically reassured Harry, a hand clamping against his forearm. “Not like she’s ignored all of your advances for a literal year now.”
Of course you had.
Ever since he returned from boarding school, Harry had tried relentlessly to win you over. While both the boys were both equally obsessed with you, Harry was always much more obvious about his affection. Of the two of them, Harry had always been the most dauntless when it came to getting what he wanted, whereas Peter tended to bottle his emotions up in fear of rejection.
But, despite his efforts, for every advance Harry made there was a rejection waiting for him. You couldn’t pick between the two of them, couldn’t risk breaking one of their hearts by choosing one over the other.
“I’m sorry,” a dry chuckle escaped Harry’s parted lips, the hand that wasn’t gripping your side moving to rest against his temple, “I forgot that she tells you everything that happens behind closed doors!” He quipped, smirking as he watched Peter’s brow raise at the antagonizing comment.
“You should stop by Oscorp sometime after close,” he continued, finding far too much pleasure in the way Peter’s jaw clenched at his words, “let me know if you can hear her choking on my dick from the lobby.”
Your hand collided with his arm, shaking your head at his perverted comment. It didn’t affect him much, though, only grinning down at you in response.
“You’re an idiot.” Peter grumbled, shuffling his feet as he attempted to ignore the growing pit in his stomach.
He knew that Harry was lying through his teeth, just trying to get a rise out of him. It had become a sort of game to them, both of them ruthlessly trying to get under the other's skin. Still, even knowing this, it had planted the image in his mind of you on your knees for Harry, and that was enough to make him feel sick.
“C’mon Petey, play nice and maybe I’ll consider sharing her.”
You stiffened at the statement, but only for a second, swiftly working to relax your muscles so Harry wouldn’t feel the way you had tensed. It still sent chills down your spine, though, evoking thoughts of your own past fantasies.
In the past, Harry and Peter both had played a role in your dreams, their names falling from your mouth with a fervor that would make both of them weak in the knees. You loved them—both of them—and the thought of never having to pick between the boys that owned your heart left your chest feeling tight.
“You two are being ridiculous.” You coughed out the words, shaking your head as if the action could rid your mind of thoughts coursing through it.
Your interjection had caused Peter to back down from their little scuffle, his hands raised like a white flag to signal that he was willing to back down from the idiotic banter. He was always so quick to please you, so willing and obedient. Harry, on the other hand, was a bit more difficult, his icy gaze still fixed to Peter—as if daring him to consider the offer he made.
So, you worked to distract him, a featherlight touch to his forearm, hoping to satisfy his constant need for your attention, your affection. But you hadn’t noticed the way Peter stiffened, unaware of the jealousy that coursed through him at the sight of you reaching for another man.
It had worked, though, as Harry melted into your touch and let his sight shift back to you instead of his friend. “If you’re gonna force me to drown out the sound of you two being idiots then could you at least play something tolerable? What even is this shit?” You provided a change of topic, hand wildly waving towards the speaker system as you reference the pretentious classical music that blared from it.
Harry scrunched his nose, shrugging as he spoke, “I don’t know, Beethoven?”
“You do know that not every pianist is Beethoven, right?” Peter asked, brows raised.
“Oh my god,” Harry threw his head back, an audible groan leaving his lips, his tone turning quiet as he gestured to the sea of people surrounding us, “who cares? Whatever it is, these old fucks eat it up, alright?”
You let yourself laugh right alongside the two boys as the conversation shifted to something more lighthearted; your hand still resting against Harry’s arm, your gaze fixed on Peter. Still, though, the remark stuck in your head, replaying on a loop as you considered the possibility of it.
Maybe, just maybe, they wouldn’t make you pick at all.
a/n - here's the deal guys. my harry osborn piece i wrote? did trash in the tags cause apparently none of you are thirsting over dane dehaan the way i am. so now that means i'll be forcibly inserting him into all my peter fics because im in love with them both (i'm not gonna lie though i'd pick harry in a fucking HEARTBEAT) anyways hope you enjoyed this short lil best friend/love triangle/desperate pining blurb type thing
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What the Heart Wants | Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Civil War
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Infinity War
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Far From Home
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One Shots
A Stark in the Wind | Top Gun x Marvel | Rooster | Request
T O P G U N
Songbird | Bradley Bradshaw x Mitchell!Reader | some 18+
Songbird
Songbird & Rooster
Songbird’s Lament
Always Darling | Jake Seresin x Reader
One shots
Meet the Family | Rooster | Thanksgiving Christmas Goodbye
A Stark in the Wind | Rooster | Top Gun x Marvel | Request
W I P S
Romantic Interest | B.Bradshaw
Set It Up | J.Seresin
Big, Big Plans | J. Seresin
Always Darling 4 | J.Seresin
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Meet the Family | pt1 | B.Bradshaw
Summary: y/n Seresin manages to convince her fellow fighter pilot boyfriend of 5 years, Bradley Bradshaw, to attend thanksgiving at the Seresin Family Ranch with her family for the first time but neither are prepared for what's about to unfold.
Pairings: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader, Jake "Hangman" Seresin x TwinSister!Reader
Warnings: Toxic parent, emotional breakdown, thats it??(Let me know if I should add any)
Note: this takes place in a universe where Goose got nothing more than a serious concussion from the accident.
Word count: 6.1k
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"Does Jake have to come?"
"Well we are spending the week with my family and he is my brother." Y/n laughs as she pulls the hat box from the top of her closet. Bradley sits on the edge of her bed next to her open suitcase that's barely packed. "Besides I know you and him can't get into any arguments because Jake turns into a good ol southern momma's boy the minute we enter city limits." She sets the hat box down behind Bradley on the nightstand before moving back to her closet to pull out a few shirts and her ranch jeans that she keeps hidden in the back of her closet.
"Oh now that I gotta see." Bradley chuckles.
"Well you won't get see much except for most likely thanksgiving dinner and church Sunday morning." Y/n ruffles her boyfriend's hair. "He usually disappears either onto the ranch or visiting Lottie."
"Whose Lottie?" Bradley questions, y/n's eyes widen knowing she's already said too much.
"Nope! I'm not giving you fuel to use against him." She drops her tennis shoes and a pair of heeled boots into her suitcase along with her toiletries bag on top of her clothes and zips the suitcase shit.
"Hey Y/n! Y'all ready?" Jake asks poking his Stetson covered head into her room.
"All set! B can you grab my hat?"
"You didn't pull one out." B tells her, pulling her suitcase off the bed, walking it over to Jake who laughs at Bradley's response.
"No man. She's talking about her Stetson that's in the box by the bed." Jake points as y/n opens the box to reveal her Santa Fe Outdoors Hat she's own since high school.
"I didn't even know you owned one of those." Bradley stares in awe as she places the hat on her head and pulls her boots on.
"Hey when that sun is blaring down on you while you're chasing cattle, you're almost guaranteed to have one by the next day." Y/n laughs, using her index finger to lift Bradley's jaw closed, "Let's go Bradshaw!"
19 hours in the car was too long for y/n to deal with Bradley and Jake's bickering that she forced Jake's silence by making him drive most of the way, and pushing Bradley's 6ft frame to sit in the back of Jake's truck.
Despite the complaints from Bradley, the trip was finally peaceful as they pulled through the front gates, parking just in front of the house.
"Oh! Theres my babies!" Adeline Seresin calls walking down the steps to where Jake parked the truck.
"Hi mom." Jake is the first to greet her as Y/n has to practically drag Bradley from the backseat.
"Oh my sweet boy!" Adeline plants a kiss on each of his cheeks leaving bright red prints behind. Bradley chuckles at the sight of Jake.
"Oh and you must be Bradley! I'm so glad you could join us!" Now its Jake's turn to laugh as his mother plants a kiss on each of Bradley's cheeks.
"Hi mama."
"Oh hello y/n." Adeline gives a quick hug to her only daughter and immediately turns back to Jake. "Alright tell me everything!"
Y/n sighs, moving to the back of the truck and pulling the bags out, Bradley walking over to help.
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Hi! Can I req a oneshot where r is tony Starks daughter and is a military fighter pilot in honor of her uncle Rhodey (just went navy not Air Force in order to establish herself as her own person) and she’s like dating/married to/engaged to/etc Bradley Bradshaw and her dad shows up to surprise her at one point and he and rooster had always gotten along great once past the initial dont-hurt-my-daughter-I-don’t-trust-you-with-her stage and so they like “gang up” on reader but only in as much as it’s fun (like they don’t do too much) but it’s just sweet fluff with dad Tony and SO rooster and dad in law tony just 🫠🥹 anyways sorry to bother if u don’t want it! Love all u do <3
A Stark in the Wind
Summary: Y/n "Stark" Bradshaw was part of the top 1% of Naval aviators. When Y/n gets called back to Top Gun alongside her husband, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, her father decides to make the trip to California. While he’s expecting a nice dinner on his last night in town, something else comes into play.
Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Wife!Reader, Tony Stark x Daughter!Readers
Warnings: none?(Let me know if I should add any)
Note: I TOTALLY strayed from the request with Tony and Bradley messing with reader but its still so cute and has such cute father/son in law moments that I think it’ll do.
Word count: 1.3k
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“Why do I always agree to road trips in the Bronco?” Y/n sighs, stretching as she hopped out of her husband’s truck.
“Because you love me?” Bradley chuckles, shutting the door before pulling y/n close. “Besides, you really wanna fly here and then get a rental car?”
“We could’ve taken my car, at least we wouldn’t have been broken down on the side of the road for 6 hours.”
“You weren’t complaining those six hours,” Bradley mumbles into a kiss, pinning her against the side of the truck.
“Babe, if you don’t stop were never going in.”
“Maybe that’s my plan.” Bradley wiggles his brows making y/n laugh.
“I’m going inside Bradshaw.” She pushes him back, walking aged into the Hard Deck. Bradley groans before jogging after her, opening the door before y/n can grab it.
“My lady.” He bows slightly, a teasing smirk on his face.
“Still not happening, handsome.” She taps his face before walking into the bar, her husband close behind.
“Bradshaws! That you guys?” Y/n smiles at the voice of her best friend, dragging her husband over to the pool tables. She immediately pulls Phoenix into a tight hug. “This is how I find out you’re stateside?”
“Yeah, just thought we’d surprise you.” Bradley chuckles.
“I’m gonna go grab us some drinks.” Y/n jogs up to the bar, drumming a little when Penny turns around. “Hey Pen, one beer and a water please.” Y/n smiles.
“Hey, when did you newlyweds get back? Haven’t seen you two since the wedding.”
“Bradley go stationed in Virginia and I got pulled into a pretty big mess in New York before heading down there. Been a super busy year.” Y/n sighs taking a sip of her drink.
“Now I know I raised to better than to drink beer.” A voice calls out from behind her.
“Dad?! Hey!” Y/n abandons the drinks and wraps her dad in a hug. “What are you doing here?”
“Just checking up on my favorite aviators, and helping the Navy with a few upgrades.”
“Of course.” Y/n laughs. “How's Pepper and little Morgan?”
“They’re great!”
“And how are you?” Y/n asks.
“Good, good. I’m doing a lot better.” Y/n had gotten lucky with the blip. Bradley and all her friends were still around afterwards but she had lost so much family at the same time.
“Its okay to not be okay. I miss him too.” Him, Peter Parker. He was like a little brother to y/n, called her at least twice a week for help on his science homework, especially when they talked about aerodynamics.
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Always Darling | 2 | J.Seresin
The Early Years
Summary: The prequel to “Always Darling” and the events leading up to the Uranium Mission
Pairings: Jake Seresin x Reader, brief mentions of Pete Mitchell x Daughter!Reader and Bradley Bradshaw x Sister!Reader
Warnings: fluff, its fucking cute in here
Note: the overwhelming love for this series 😍😍 I love you all! THERE WILL BE A PART 3!
Word count: 6.1k words (my brain couldn’t stop! I’m sorry for the length!”
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2001, Boarding School, Connecticut
“Miss Mitchell?”
“Yes, headmistress?”
“My office, please.”
18 year old y/n was a staple in the Headmistress’s office since her first day at the all girls boarding school her father had dropped her off at freshman year. The headmistress had taken the 14 year old “troubled student” under her wing the minute the young girl entered campus, even bringing the young girl home for the holidays.
“Miss Mitchell-“
“Please, just y/n. We aren’t strangers.” Y/n laughs.
“Y/n, how’s the college search going?” Headmistress Stacy Sutherland questions.
“Fantastic. I got an acceptance to UT Austin, Oklahoma, Oklahoma State, UCLA, USC, and NYU but I’m not going to any of them.” Y/n answers.
“Oh? Not going to college?”
“Actually,” y/n pulls a folder out of her backpack and sets it on the desk.
“You’re interested in the Naval Academy?”
“Accepted. Stacy, I got into the Naval Academy!” Y/n smiles brightly.
“That’s amazing! I bet your father is so proud!”
Y/n sighs. She hadn’t told her dad, not like he’d pick up the phone anyways. “Yea. I bet.”
“Will he be here for graduation?”
“I don’t know, I sent the invite but-“ she shrugs.
He didn’t show. Y/n expected nothing less from the man who up and dropped her off 4 years ago, never coming back. It really surprised her though to see all of her dad’s Top Gun buddies present. Ice, Slider, Wolfman, and Hollywood. She hadn’t noticed their presence until the middle of the Ceremony. With only 40 graduates in her class, it wasn’t long until her name was called
“Miss Y/n Mitchell. Valedictorian. United States Naval Academy.” If the sheer magnitude of cheers just for her wasn’t clear enough, the four grown men who jumped from their seats definitely showed y/n that someone out there still cared besides the headmistress.
“Hi!” Y/n smiles as Slider runs up to her. He wraps his arms around her, lifting her into a bear hug.
“Hey Uncle Slider.” She laughs as he sets her down.
“Hey little bird.” Only Iceman called her that, claiming she was Maverick’s mini me as a child.
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My #1 post of 2022
Hi!!! Can I request a one shot where reader is mav’s daughter/Bradley’s “sister” but she doesn’t have a good relationship w either because she’s always been in Bradley’s shadow. Instead of her moving around w MAV she was sent to boarding school and Bradley always says that Mav just didn’t want to deal w her and things like that. Reader and Jake are dating (bonding over daddy issues lol) and it’s apt of angst between Mav Bradley and reader and fluff between jake and reader 😭
Always Darling | J.Seresin
Summary: No one was prepared for what was going to happen walking into the Hard Deck that day. Maverick wasn’t prepare to see in daughter and nephew for the first time in 20 years nor the memories seeing them would bring up. Bradley wasn’t prepared to see the girl he saw as a little sister, let alone see her all over Hangman. Y/n was not prepared to see both of them in class that next morning, let alone how small she’d feel like she was back in perfect Bradley Bradshaw’s shadow all those years ago. But when she finally confronts him? Their mission may be in jeopardy.
Pairings: Jake Seresin x Reader, Pete Mitchell x Daughter!Reader, Bradley Bradshaw x Sister!Reader
Warnings: angst, fluff, daddy issue
Note: ngl I’m probably gonna rewrite this later on
Word count: 1.4k
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"What do we have here?" Hangman shouts smugly. "If it ain't Phoenix!" Hangman leans against the pool table as the Phoenix walks up to him.
“I missed you!” Y/n hugs her.
“I missed you too.”
"And here I thought we were special, Coyote. Turns out the invite went to anyone." Y/n elbows her boyfriends ribs, walking straight back over to the table.
"Fellas, this here's Bagman." Phoenix introduces his to the boys behind her.
"Hangman."
"Whatever." Phoenix smiles sarcastically. "You're looking at the only naval aviator on active duty with a confirmed air-to-air kill."
"Stop." Hangman acts humbled causing y/n to laugh.
"Mind you, the other guy was in a museum piece from the Korean War."
"Cold War. Different wars, same century."
"Not this one." Y/n smiles, pulling the pool cue from Coyote’s hands.
"Who are your friends?" Coyote asks.
"Payback."
"Fanboy." There's a brief pauses before he questions, "Who’s she?”
"Vixen.“ Jake answers, pulling her around the table to stand in front of him. He positions her to where her back is against his chest. “My beautiful girlfriend.” Jake kisses her temple as she laughs, pulling away from him.
"Hey Coyote." Phoenix greets.
"Hey."
"Who's he?" Phoenix asks.
"Who's who?" Coyote questions before the attention is turned to the man sitting in the barstool nearby.
"When did you get in?" Coyote asks.
"Oh, I've been here the whole time."
"Man's a stealth pilot." Hangman chuckles.
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Jack: I've got nothing if I ain't got Santa Feeeeeeeee
Has this been done before?
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AndrewGarfield!Peter Parker NSFW alphabet
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TobeyMaguire!Peter Parker NSFW alphabet
Date posted: 04/22/2022
Words: 1.5k+
Pairing: AndrewGarfield!Peter Parker x reader
Summary: NSFW alphabet
Tags: shower sex, thigh kink, creampie, stalker!Peter, ties, web kink, dirty talk, reader has a vagina, double penetration, praise.
A/N: This one is from a three-part series of NSFW alphabet for the three Peters!
Thanks to @realspideyspice , @withahappyrefrain , @squiddtheekidd and @purple-soaps for whispering some ideas to me when drunk!
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Peter brings you a water bottle, makes a few jokes about how fucked out one or the other or both look and helps you get into the shower. Once you’re in there, he cleans you up and takes the opportunity to go for another round.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Peter loves his hands, they’re strong and agile. On your side, you’re impressed by how they create little technological wonders and how easily they find your g-spot.
If there’s one body part of yours Peter can’t get enough of, it’s surely your thighs. He just wants to spend his entire time between your legs, cheeks pressed against your thighs as you squeeze them around his head from the ecstatic pleasure your boyfriend’s tongue lapping up your juices gives you.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
It takes some time for Peter to come inside of you and the reason is that for a long time, he thought he didn’t deserve it. He associates creampies with having kids and even though his trip in the multiverse helped him heal some of his psychological wounds, he still thought that he didn’t deserve kids. But with time and love, his self-esteem went up and he was able to let himself go. So before being able to fill you up, he’d come on your thighs and tummy.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Peter will never admit it, he can’t say it to you, you’ll be terrified and you'll snap at him inevitably, he’s sure of it. The first time he saw you, it was from afar, you were a mere stranger, yet another person in the flooded crowds of New York. Peter saw something in you, beauty that made him dizzy and a smile that warmed his heart. He started following you as Spider-Man, until the day he finally caught your name, then he looked you up on the Internet as Peter Parker. In less than three hours he knew who your family was, where you grew up, where you worked, if you were single and where you lived. He made it his mandatory task to protect you, follow you home and make sure you made it safe. But all of this was never enough, he needed more, he wanted to touch you, talk to you, feel you, but he was way too shy to do it. One unforgettable night, you left your apartment with your friend group as Peter watched you from the top of your building. Thanks to his enhanced hearing, he knew that you had forgotten to close your window, so as the sweet man he is, he went down to your balcony to do it for you. But the moment Peter’s feet hit the metallic platform, your perfume invaded his nostrils. That was the closest he had ever felt to you. It was as if you were a virus, you took control of his brain you deleted every rational thought he had and forced him to do things that were morally wrong and the next thing he knew, his nose was buried in the dirty panties you had left in your laundry basket while his fist was frantically moving up and down his cock, red tip furiously leaking with precum. When he finally came, shame overtook him. That wasn't him, he was feeling himself turning into a new sort of bad, the perverted type, disgusting. He swore to himself that this would never happen again, but still, he left with your panties safely tucked inside of his suit.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
His first and only significant other before you was Gwen. He had a few flings in the past few years, all awkward. Peter was missing the emotional connection, because of it, it never felt really good. You had been dating for a few weeks before Peter and you started having sex and it was the first time in years he hadn't felt that good during sex.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Peter loves a good mating press. Your legs are stuck, he can hit your sweet spot and he can look at the pretty face you make as you come over and over again.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
He's a goofball. If there's a spot for a little joke, he'll make it.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He has brown curls that he trims a bit.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Peter loves you with his whole being and he never misses to show it to you, even during the roughest session. He does it by asking for your color, worshiping your body and whispering sweet nothings after calling you his “dirty slut”.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He jacks off a lot before you start dating, especially while sniffing your stolen panties. Once you’re together, he calls you if he needs to, he likes phone sex.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Let’s call that a web kink. He knows how to make intricate knots with his webs and he loves to use that on you to keep you open at the best angle but he loves it even more when you use it on him.
Peter also has a strong choking kink. When you’re the one controlling the air flow coming to his lungs is when he feels the most in control because he knows he did the right thing by putting his life in between your hands. Just the feeling of your fingers lightly touching his neck is enough to make him dizzy.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Anywhere is his favorite place, this man is a sex machine.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Caring behaviors kind of turn him on. You're taking care of Peter when he's sick? Boner. You stay awake until the early hours of the day just to make sure that he comes home safe? He's hard as fuck. You send him a random "I love you" during the day? His legs are open.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Peter is willing to try anything (sanitarily) safe once.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Being the perfectly balanced switch, Peter equally loves giving and receiving, so 69 comes in handy with him. Also, be sure that this man will eat it from behind without hesitation.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends on the moment and who's leading. At the beginning of the relationship, you're always on top, slow, savoring every inch of each other but as Peter gains confidence, you roles slowly switch and the both of you don't hesitate to play it rough.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Quickies are appreciated! He has a busy schedule so if the only way to have you is quickly in a corner, he'll take the opportunity.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
As said before he'll try anything once, sometimes, he's the one that will ask for something new.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
You'd say the count is unlimited because you've never had the chance to fuck him to exhaustion, you're always the one that surrenders first. But you know a few tricks to make him come quickly which doesn't bother him at all since Peter has a quick recovery time.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
You own a few toys used on the both of you. Peter's favorite is your clear dildo, he loves to use it for double penetration, the faces you make from the added stimulation are delightful to watch.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He is the teasing king. He will work you up all day just to give you a "It's patrol tonight" when your day is over. He's a little bastard.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Peter is very loud, he gets you noise complaints from the neighbors. He talks a lot too, dirty talking is his thing.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Peter's mind is so hazy and he's so overstimulated when you're having sex that you could ask him anything. The truth will instantly fall out of his mouth and that's actually how you managed to found out he was Spider-Man. You were riding him, his mouth was slightly open letting moans out, eyes foggy with pleasure, read cheeks and disheveled hair when you asked him. His answer was and I quote "Fuck, yes I am, I am Spider-Man! You're right! My girl is so fucking smart!".
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Peter is long and uncircumcised. He is also incredibly hard? Radioactive spider things I guess…
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
It's very high and every once in a while, there'll be a 24-hour period where he will be insatiable. Once again, radioactive spider things maybe?
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He wants to make sure you're good first before falling asleep, so he'll wait for you to sleep to do it too.
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Venus - Bucky Barnes One Shot
Summary: Bucky Barnes is your very capable bodyguard.
Author’s Note: Bodyguard Bucky, might make this a series of one shots, let me know what you think!
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut, Gun violence, canon level violence, bucky barnes has a dirty mouth (yeah he got a dirty mouth), mentions of wounds and blood. nothing too gorey.
Pairings: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x reader
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker
Words: 3632
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“Sergeant Barnes?” You question when he comes into the meeting room, leaving his stationed position outside the glass walled room.
“Venus.” He informs as blue eyes meet yours, the code word holds too much weight and you see his left hand twitch by his side, ready to reach his holster.
Bucky’s eyes scan the room and the only exit point, he moves closer to you.
“Everyone, it seems I have a pressing matter to attend to, we will pick this up at a later date.” You inform as you gather the tablet and your bag, Bucky’s hand comes to rest on the small of your back, guiding you outwards, a protective stance taking over him.
“When?” You ask as he guides you towards the staircase, twenty flights of stairs and heels, if Bucky hadn’t trained you, this would be a disaster.
“Intel says about 20 minutes,” You pick up your pace,
Bucky raises his hand to the earpiece, “Switch to Petal frequency.”
He reaches into his suit pocket, the deep navy suit highlighting his eyes, as you near the next stairwell, he pulls you to the side, behind the firehose, trapping you between him and the wall.
His vibranium arm gently places the extra ear piece into your ear.
“Floors compromised,” You hear the remaining security team mutter affirmations.
“Petal secure.” Bucky mutters, his eyes on the door.
“Take off your heels,” he tells you, the noise would give your position away.
You bend down to undo the straps, Bucky, holds your hand to help you balance yourself.
“You remember how to stab with the heel?” He asks, as you both venture onto the lower floor.
“Yes.” You answer.
“Good girl.”
The stairwell door swings open, Bucky pushes you behind him, the man who entered has his gun raised,
“Rumlow, she’s—,” the man is cut off when Bucky apprehends him, twisting his hand and pushing him onto the railing then knocking his head with the handle of the gun. The walkie taken by Bucky in hopes to hear them come through.
“I need eyes on floor ten, Parker.”
You hear Bucky through the comms as well, he has you shielded once again, his chest pressing against yours with each breath.
“Floor ten is empty.” Parker affirms through the comms, Bucky guides you through the door, the floor is empty, mostly being used as a make shift storage area.
“And the room?” Bucky asks, waiting for a response,
“I need to make sure you stay secure, moving you around right now is not a priority.” Bucky tells you.
“I’m secure with you, James.” Your free hand resting on his shoulder, the other giving a squeeze to the vibranium arm.
He looks down at you, eyes holding an emotion you can’t comprehend.
It would be stupid to admit that you did feel for him more than what you should feel for a bodyguard.
You couldn’t do that, he already was in danger as is because of you.
“Come on,” He tells you as his metal hand is intertwined with yours, the cold seeping through the gloves he wore.
He stops suddenly, just when you are going to reach the door.
“Parker,” Bucky asks again, the comm line sounds lost, dread seeps into you.
You peek past his broad shoulders, it is slightly ajar, a red light flickering fast.
“Bucky.”
“Petal, get down—,” He yells as he turns, running and half lifting you to create greater distance.
You feel the both of you getting lifted up further and the flash of bright light before the echoing boom reaches your ears.
“Petal,” Bucky’s name for you reaches but your eyes are closed and you can’t feel him near you, you groan as the pain sears up your side.
“Fuck!” Bucky scrambles up quickly, grabbing the gun and moving towards you, pulling you to your feet.
“Bucky?” You open your eyes, he’s saying something but all you can hear is the loud ringing.
“Where are you hurt? Can you walk?”
“I can’t understand, there is only ringing.” You point to your ears, his hard gaze softens.
He nods, stepping away to inspect you, your weight more upon your right side, his hand softly moves over your left arm, gently putting pressure, you understand he’s checking for wounds.
“Left side hurts, nothing major I think I hit the ground badly.” You try not to be too loud, you can hear yourself muffled.
“The ringing,” Bucky starts saying as you nod, “Will go down in time.” He says loudly hoping you can read his lips.
“Ringing? down?” You repeat, unsure, he nods pointing to your ears.
“Oh it will go down, okay. Are we leaving?”
Bucky looks at you, biting back a quip.
“Of course we’re leaving.” You shake your head at the nonsense you are speaking.
Bucky takes your arm and starts guiding you through the mess of the rubble and your pace is more frantic now.
As Bucky leads you through each pending stairwell, his hand never leaves yours as he takes out the few people coming through to you both. The sounds are still muffled but you can hear the louder clangs if any bullets are used, closing your eyes when anyone aims at either you or your guard.
Bucky is peeking around the ground floor’s pillar when you feel two arms on your shoulders, you stiffen yanking on Bucky’s arm.
When Bucky turns, you’re violently pulled away from him as he holds up his gun and you feel the barrel against your temple.
“And you thought we’d let go of you honey pot?” Rumlow’s haunting voice makes its way through the muffled ringing and the dampening of the sounds.
��Let me go!” You screech thrashing in his arms.
The barrel pushes closer to your skin, you look at Bucky, his gaze is locked in on Rumlow as is his aim.
“Is your little bodyguard going to shoot?” Rumlow mocks, fingers digging into your already painful side.
“Did he tell you about the time he was hired to take you out?” The captor asks, as tears sting your eyes.
Bucky’s jaw tenses, “Shut up, Rumlow.”
“I know. I know all about it.” You seethe at the man holding you.
Bucky’s stance waivers and Rumlow’s grip on you loosens in shock at your words, you shoot your hand backwards with your heel facing him.
Rumlow groans in pain letting go of you as he stumbles back, your shoe hanging from his eye socket.
Bucky pulls you next to him,
“Atta girl,” his arm around your waist, you whimper as your hurt left side comes in flush contact with his tense frame.
“I know it hurts, Petal, it is just till we get you safe.” He whispers.
Rumlow begins getting back on his feet, Bucky turns side ways, his gaze flickering between the heel-eye man and the main exit.
“Sam’s out with the car.” Parker’s voice comes through the comms finally,
“Where the fuck were you?” Bucky roars.
“Oh I’m sorry am I not allowed to faint when hit in the head with a pipe?” Parker retorts.
“Go easy on the kid, man.” Sam voice comes through.
Bucky turns towards Rumlow, shooting at his leg, the man groans landing on his knees.
“Petal, I’m carrying you now,” halfway through the sentence Bucky lifts you in his arms quickly covering the distance towards the black car.
“Pick a safe house.” Sam looks at you through the rearview, you’re still against Bucky’s chest and honestly you’d like to remain here.
“House 9.” You mumble, closing your eyes, trying to savour the warmth Bucky is supplying to your body.
“Incoming,” Sam announces, shifting the car continuously across the lanes of the highway.
Bucky shifts you to the side pushing you down so you aren’t in the view from the windows.
Bucky turns around watching the fleet of Rumlow’s vehicles that are tailing the car, “Fucking hell,” He mutters switching the magazine of his gun, lowering the window and sitting half way out.
“Stay down.” He warns you, as more gun shots echo as you watch from the lowered position.
“Petal, hand me that black box would you?” Bucky asks, your eyes find the box hidden under Sam’s seat, your hands shakily hold it giving it in Bucky’s palm.
He opens it, removing whatever it was and throwing it, he swiftly lowers himself, pulling you against him as he covers you. Both of you lying across the lowered seat.
You hear the grenade go off, followed by shattering of glass and metal at several points.
“Petal, you’re shaking like a leaf.” Bucky’s breath is warm against your ear, your eyes are closed, not realising how badly you’re shaking, while clutching on his suit jacket.
“Petal, I need you to talk to me,” Bucky, gently cups your cheek, you shake your head, not being able to find your voice.
“Buck, just hold her.” Sam sounds far away.
“Can you look at me?” He asks, pleading.
You slowly open your eyes, finally taking his appearance in, he has a few patches of soot on his cheeks above his beard, a cut on his forehead with the blood streaked across his forehead.
“There she is.” He smiles at you, relief flooding through him.
Hesitantly you let go of his jacket with one hand, resting it against his cheek. Bucky leans into your palm, humming at the feeling.
“James,” The raw emotion in your voice reverberates through him, his gaze shifts to your lips, then onto the bruise on your cheek, then back into your eyes.
“Petal.” He says, how his voice matches yours in emotion, he doesn’t understand but it pushes you over to what you’ve wanted to do since the day you realised you feel deeply towards the Sergeant.
You lean closer, raising your head, pressing your lips against his, Bucky does not move, freezing at the gesture, you begin pulling away dejected but then his lips press against yours, he recovers from the surprise.
The kiss has an edge to urgency, as if it will all be gone too soon, your fingers tangle in his hair, the shorter cut did have you displeased but right now the way his tongue swiped against your bottom lip, you could consider forgiving him.
Bucky was drowning, some days it was hard staying afloat, then you came in, with your rambling, nervous laughter and weird jokes, he found it easier to breathe, as if he could fill all of his lungs with air once again.
Your lips were as soft as he imagined, the remnants of your vanilla lip balm, even the little cracks on them from biting too hard when you were lost in thought, were perfect against his own.
He groaned when you tugged on his hair, the sound doubling you over with need. He hoped this wasn’t a stress response, he dearly hoped.
“ETA, 3 minutes.” Sam announced, and Bucky pulled away from you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before he made you both sit up, with one arm still around you.
You peeked at Sam, who had his eyes on the road, if he hadn’t seen what happened he would have heard your gasps.
Bucky looked at Sam, who gave him a shake of the head and a look which meant ‘I am going to have a hard worded conversation because if you get us fired—,’ Bucky looked away before Sam threw abuses with his eyes.
When the car pulled into the building, Sam entered the code, raising the gates, this was one of the safe houses your family had kept for your convenience.
Sam and Bucky had their positions ready, flanking you, as you entered the private elevator. The music not helping with the awkwardness that was surrounding you all.
Sam opened his mouth,
“Shut up.” Bucky warned.
“I didn’t even—,” He defended.
“You were going to,” The blue eyed man glared at his friend.
“Yeah no doubt about that.” Sam grinned when you looked up at him.
“You got brooding Barnes all mushy.” He tells you, when you look away blushing, Sam wiggles his eyebrows at Bucky.
“You just lost nickname privileges with me.” Bucky tells him.
“What Buck—,”
“Barnes or Hey listen.” Bucky raises a gloved finger as caution.
“Hey listen,” Sam rolls his eyes when he addresses Bucky, “don’t do that.”
Bucky glares at him, only to look down at you when you rest your head against his chest.
“This okay?” You look up to ask, when you feel him shift around.
He nods, offering you his Bucky smile, you grin in return.
“Petal, put in a good word for me please to ‘Hey listen’.” Sam chuckles as the glare returns upon him but then you all move out as the elevator opens to your floor.
“Stay with Wilson. I will do a sweep.” He moves away from you, fixing his jacket and retrieving his gun and proceeds to look through the apartment which has two floors, two bedrooms on the lower level and one bedroom above.
He returns and Sam moves to check the upper floor.
“Damn!” Sam says as he comes down the stairs.
“What?” Bucky goes in full alert mode.
“You have a Jacuzzi in the middle of the bathroom? Also why is there a mini forrest in the Bathroom?” Sam looks at you in disbelief and Bucky rolls his eyes.
“Mum hired a weird decorator.” You answer giggling.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Bucky pulls you towards the room,
“How do you know where the first aid is?” You ask following him.
“I did a sweep, Petal.” He tells you, making you sit on the marble counter. He stands between your legs, the alcohol swab in his hands as he carefully cleans the cuts gracing your skin.
You try not to make a sound as the stings keep coming till the bandages are in place.
“Your turn,” you say as he starts gathering the scraps to throw.
“I’ll clean up later Petal,” he moves to let you down but you grab his metal arm. He looks at you, questioningly.
“Let me please?” You give him your best doe eyed look, he caves in coming close once again.
“Uh shouldn’t you be sitting?” You ask, as his hands rest on the counter either side of your thighs.
“Petal, if I sit and you stand, I don’t think you would be able to reach my forehead.” He teases as you scowl.
“I’m not that short.” You complain, pressing the swab to the wound.
He hisses, his laughter getting cut short.
“I was joking.” He looks at you intently.
“I know you were, the gash isn’t too deep.” You inform him, using another cotton ball to clean the soot and grime from his face.
He laughs as you can’t figure out the bandaging and guides you through the placements.
“Okay I think I got it,” You bite your lip as you shift to let him check your work in the mirror.
“Well done, Petal.” He grins turning to look at you, noses accidentally brushing against each other.
Bucky looks into your eyes, as his lips inch closer to your own, you close your eyes when your lips touch his, sinking into the feeling of them, his hands move onto your thighs, inching upwards at the kiss grows more heated.
Bucky pulls your body closer to his, careful not to touch the side which he knows you’ve hurt, your fingers tugging on his hair, as he leaves kisses along your neck, sucking and biting down on the skin, when he reaches over your sternum, he pauses looking up at you.
“May I?” His voice has dipped into a low baritone, you nod.
His fingers undo your shirt buttons his lips moving over the new found skin.
“God, Petal, you were crafted by the fucking angels I swear.” He says against your skin, as he helps you discard the shirt.
“I’m going to kill him.” He murmurs seeing the bruises that have stained you blue and purple.
“Bucky,”You tug on his hair, guiding his lips back onto yours as your hands move down over his chest, trying to find the buttons of his shirt, his jacket already laying on the floor.
He pauses as the shirt moves off and your finger tips trace over the scars at his shoulder, then down to his arm and forearm, when you grasp his hand, intertwining your fingers, bringing it to your lips and softly kissing it, he smiles.
“I’d say those angels crafted you too.” You say, watching as his eyes move over you. You wink and he grins.
Your free hand moves over his chest, his muscles lightly flexing under your touch, when you reach along the waistline of his pants you look up.
He nods, taking a deep breath, as you undo the button his black boxers being strained against by his hard length.
“You do that to me, Petal.” Bucky murmurs, as your fingers softly trace him through the fabric.
His fingers hover over your skirt’s hem, he pushes it upwards, watching as your hips arch off the counter, the fabric of your panties darkened by your wetness.
“Did I cause this, Petal?” His thumb circles over the fabric, you nod.
“Only you, Buck—,Bucky,” You whimper as he swipes his finger along your folds.
“Gotta get rid of these.” He tugs at the waist band of the panties, you lift your hips again as he gets rid of them for you.
His thumb back on your clit rubbing slow circles as his fingers tease your entrance.
“Bucky, please,” you whimper as he inters one long finger inside you, pumping it in and out as the lazy circles on your clit turn into urgent ones.
“Feel so good, Petal, wrapped tight around my cock, you want that don’t you?” He asks as he adds another finger curling them, searching for the spot that will have you falling apart.
“Tell me, what you want Petal.” He tugs on your earlobe, his fingers ghosting over the spot that has you fucking yourself onto his fingers.
“Ah, Bucky please, please, fuck—,” you moan out as his fingers move over the spot again, sending shockwaves through you.
“You’re going to cum for me, Petal, then I’m going to fuck you, have you on my cock, filling you up so good, you’re going to be so tight around me, aren’t you, tell me do you want me to fuck your pretty pussy?” His words are growing filthier and fingers picking up speed, your orgasm within reach.
“Fuck I want all of that Bucky please, fuck,” You speak out, he flicks his wrist in a way that has his fingers curling over the spot that has your seeing stars, as his thumb goes faster on your clit, your toes curl and back arches as the wave of pleasure crashes over you,
“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.” You whimper as his movements don’t stop, your body shuddering at the sensation.
When his fingers do leave you, you watch him, lick them clean,
“Going to have to keep a day to just taste you, my Petal.” He says smirking, at your moan.
“Bucky, need you.” You say, he discards his boxers and you stare at his girth, licking your lips.
“We’ll have time for that later Petal, want to feel you make a mess on my cock,” He spreads your legs further apart, as he slides on the condom he retrieved from his wallet.
His tip swipes over your folds and he circles it around your clit before slowly easing himself inside of you, your nails dig into his shoulders, moaning as he fills you up.
“Fuck, Petal, you feel so fucking good.” His lips on yours, as he kisses you giving you time to adjust to his girth and length, he makes you lean backward, supporting your upper body, and you swear you can feel him deeper.
He begins moving, his pace rough and slow, “Petal, you feel so fucking good,”
“Bucky, please, faster—,” you moan as you feel his thumb on your clit, as he increases his face, the sounds of your skins touching and Bucky’s grunts making you more slick.
“So gorgeous like this, lips bruised by mine, you on my cock, you’re going to cum for me again aren’t you?” He stops moving, making you look at him and you nod, he moves into you harder, chasing his own orgasm as the coil builds within both of you.
“Feel so full with you Bucky, need you, fu-fuck,” You groan as the oressure mounds, your fingers back on his hair as your hips meet his each thrust.
“Cum for me.” He says, moaning your name as he orgasms, feeling you clench around him as he fucks you through yours.
You both are panting, he slowly pulls away, your whimper at him pulling away just wants him to be inside you all the damn time.
“Petal.” He turns on the faucet of the tub, discarding the condom in the small trashcan.
“Hmmm?” You look at him dazed.
“Come on, this will help with the bruising.” He explains, standing in front of you.
“Only if you join.” You giggle at the sten look he gives.
“Gotta take care of you first.” He kisses your forehead.
“This isn’t one off right?” You ask quietly not looking at him.
“What?” Bucky’s eye brows furrow and he makes you look at him.
“This, us, I don’t want it to be one time.” You explain.
“It isn’t.” He assures you sincerity lacing his voice.
You smile up at him. He grins.
“Now come on, this will help with all of the soreness.” He winks lifting you up as you giggle; carrying you to the tub.
-x-
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Grief and Longing 2/4
TASM!Peter Parker x reader
Summary: Your memory loss sparks a debate on what to do with you now
Notes: I don't know how many more parts there will be or maybe this will be the end? idk yet
Word Count: 4.1k
Warnings: Angst
Part 1 Part 3 Part 4
The stranger is still holding onto you, his face is very close to yours. It’s hard to think of words, let alone say them, but eventually they come to you.
“Um…” You pull away from him slowly. “Who are you?”
The boy tilts his head, furrows his brows. It’s sorta cute. “What?”
“I said, who are you?” You take a step back to get a better look at him. He’s taller than you, messy brown hair and wide brown eyes.
“You don’t remember me? I mean- you don’t remember Peter?”
You shake your head. “Sorry, should I?”
You remember showing up in another universe. You remember fighting several villains, attempting to cure them and send them home. You even remember a nice young girl named MJ and her friend Ned as well as a tall wizard-man that assisted you through it all. What you don’t remember is this guy, apparently.
“What did you do?!” The boy yells over to Dr. Strange.
“It’s done. The spell’s been cast.” Is all he says in reply.
“Well fix it!” He says, clearly distraught.
Dr. Strange floats over to you both. “I can’t. What’s done is done, and it’s time for you both to go home.”
“But she doesn’t remember. She has no idea-” The boy says, desperate.
“It had to be this way. To fix the cracks in the multiverse. Everything is back to normal now.” Strange replies.
“Well, great.” You say with a smile, despite the shooting pain in your side. “Mission completed, right? So I better be off then.” You turn to the boy, who’s name you now assume is Peter, staring at you in bewilderment. “Good to meet you… I think?”
He pulls Strange off to the side, out of your ear-shot. “No no no, wait, she can’t stay like this.” He says in a quick, hushed voice.
“Y/N’s fine, I promise you. There will be no other side effects. In fact, I believe she should be better now.” Strange says, eyeing you while speaking to the boy.
“Better?”
“She has no memory of Peter. Not of being friends with him, not of falling in love with him, and not of his death. She’s free of her guilt now.”
Peter is silent for a moment. Is this what’s best for her? Is this also him technically getting what he wished for? Both of them having to start from scratch? But- no! It isn’t fair to her. Y/N didn’t choose this, she would never ask for this. He knows he wouldn’t.
“If you can’t fix it then… then let her come with me. Back to my universe.” Peter says.
“That’s not how it works-”
“If we all could get to this universe, then why can’t she come to mine?” He’s practically begging.
“Because she will be stuck there.” Strange replies, as calmly as possible. “If where you come from truly doesn’t have any magic then there will be no one to send her home.”
Peter’s at a loss for words. He hadn’t really thought of that. Deep down though, he selfishly didn’t care. He had to help her remember.
“Let’s let Y/N decide, then.” Peter says.
Strange gives him a pointed look, but ultimately concedes. “Very well.” They walk back over to you finally. You were starting to think they forgot about you.
“What’s up? You’re both looking very gloomy.” You say, attempting to keep the mood light. It’s not working.
Strange and Peter exchange a look. “I want to help you regain your memory.” Peter says.
“Uh… I don’t think that’s really necessary-”
Peter cuts you off, “You only think that because you can’t remember. Please, I just-” He sighs. “I just want to help you.”
You’re silent for a moment while you think it over. “Help how?”
“You would have to go with Peter, back to his universe.” Strange chimes in.
You look between the two of them with skepticism. “I couldn’t- I mean, well I have responsibilities back home. People.”
Peter’s heart drops. “People? A significant other?” He asks before he can stop himself. He hadn’t asked earlier if you had someone, he just assumed you didn’t- like him. Now he felt naive.
“No, not like that…” You say, suddenly feeling a bit awkward. Why is this guy interrogating you about your love life? Not that you’ve ever had much of one.
Peter lets out a breath of relief, “Oh. Then… please, just consider it? There’s a lot you don’t know and if I were in your position I know I would have to find out the truth.”
You don’t know what to think. You didn’t feel any different. But then, how would you know? Peter was right, of course. You were curious about this whole situation and about him. Were you two close? Just how close were you? You felt very conflicted.
“You’ll have to decide now.” Dr. Strange says suddenly. “The multiverse is closing.”
You paced for a few seconds, wringing your hands together, a nervous habit you had. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Peter asks.
“Okay, I’ll go with you.” You say.
Peter’s face lights up. He smiles and grabs your hand, “Thank you! Thank you, you won’t regret this, I promise.”
“I hope not.” You reply, suddenly feeling very nervous with this boy so close.
“Farewell.” Is all Dr. Strange has to say before you’re teleported somewhere new.
-
It’s Queens. You’re back in Queens and everything looks just about the same. A few things were off, but nothing very noticeable.
“Home sweet home.” Peter says. He’s still got your hand gripped firmly in his. He seems to notice that and shyly pulls away. “O-okay, so, we’ll go back to my place and uh… figure it out from there?”
“Sounds good.” You smile to try and ease the tension. With each step, your torso hurts more and more. Connor’s got a good swipe at you earlier, but luckily you weren’t still bleeding.
“No way.” You say under your breath as you approach the front door to Peter’s apartment. It’s your apartment. Like, the exact same. It could have been a coincidence? This guy could totally have just so happened to live in the same room, in the same apartment complex, in the same part of the city as you in your universe… right? Unlikely.
“What?” Peter asks, unlocking the front door and opening it for you. You step inside and look around. Fortunately the inside is pretty different from yours, decor-wise.
“Nothing- it’s just. This is exactly where I live back home.”
Peter looks at you in shock. Did that mean… did you and your Peter live together? He thought it best to keep that bit of information to himself for now. He didn’t want to completely freak you out in the first ten minutes of you being here.
“Huh, weird.” Was all he offered in response. “You want something to eat or drink? Maybe we should get you some new clothes. You didn’t really get the chance to pack.”
“Oh, right.” You said. You were still in your spider-suit, covered only by your favorite black denim jacket. As you start to take it off, Peter notices the red stains.
“Oh my god, I totally forgot about that!” He says hurriedly while rushing over to you. He wraps a hand around your wrist and leads you to his couch. “Here, sit down, I’m gonna go get the first aid kit.”
You sit down, “I’m really okay- I don’t think it’s even bleeding anymore.” You say, trying to calm him, but you may as well have been talking to yourself. Peter was back in less than a minute, his arms full of medical supplies, which he places on the coffee table in front of you.
“Still need to clean and wrap it. Uh… I’ll just- I’ll grab you some clothes of mine to borrow for now so that I can- yeah.” Peter says before walking down the small hallway to his room. He’s cute, you thought. Kinda awkward, definitely weird, but cute. The thought made you smile to yourself. You can’t remember ever feeling like this before, so then why does it feel so… familiar? Before you can think on it much longer, Peter’s back again, handing you a shirt and a pair of sweatpants.
“It might be a bit big on you, but uh I promise it’s temporary. We can go shopping today, actually, if you’d like. There’s a nice thrift shop just around the corner, u-unless you wanna go somewhere else, but I don’t actually have a car, so.” He’s rambling and scratching his head and not looking you in the eyes and it’s all very adorable.
“No problem.” You say, “Thanks for this, I’m gonna go change.”
As soon as you’re out of eye sight, Peter lets out a long breath. “What is wrong with me?” He whispers to himself in annoyance.
You get changed in your- his- bathroom. The clothes smell nice, like fabric softener and something distinctly Peter. You smile as you pull the white T-shirt over your head, wincing as it touches the wound on your side. Peter was right, it is too big on you. The gray sweatpants are easily held up with the string ties, fortunately, but the shirt hangs off you awkwardly. You lift it a little to check yourself out in the mirror. It’s not so bad, you think. Could’ve been a lot worse.
When you return to the living room, Peter’s sitting on the couch, bouncing his knee. He pats the spot next to him and you take that as your cue to sit there.
“Okay, just need to put some rubbing alcohol on it and then bandage it, shouldn’t take long.” Peter says, but he seems nervous.
“Right.” You say, lifting up the shirt just enough for Peter to get a clear view. There are three long gashes, red and raw. He takes a deep breath, steadies himself, and douses some cotton balls with the alcohol. He pauses before he reaches you.
“This is gonna hurt.” Peter says, apologetically.
“I know.” You give a small smile to let him know it’s okay. You’ve had to patch yourself up many, many, times before this.
Peter nods, then gingerly he wipes at your injury. You wince, sucking in a breath. He looks at you and mutters a soft ‘sorry’ before continuing his soft brushing.
Peter tries his best to focus on the wound. He tries to push out the thoughts of you in his clothes, your scent mixing with his. His hands are shaky, but he’s trying his best to be gentle so he doesn’t hurt you. Peter uses his left hand to keep your shirt lifted, his right one working on cleaning you up. Your skin is warm against his hands and his face gradually gets warm too.
After a few minutes, all of the dried blood is wiped away and your gashes are disinfected. Peter places a couple bandages on you and uses medical tape to secure it. “It should be good for now. We’ll have to redress this at least once a day.” He says, putting away the supplies.
“Thank you.” You say, grateful but also slightly flustered. You clear your throat and readjust yourself, pulling the shirt back down.
“Anytime.” Peter replies, smirk on his lips. He stops for a moment and looks at you. “How’re you doing? With all of this, I mean. Leaving your home, being in a new universe… I’m sure it’s a lot.”
You nod, “Right. Yeah, it is… a lot. I think I’m fine though. If I’m being completely honest, I didn’t leave much behind.”
Peter notices a far away look in your eye. You’re not fine, you just didn’t know it, he thinks to himself. “What about the uh- the people you mentioned? Will they be alright without you?” He hopes to jog your memory, even a little bit, about your Peter.
“Oh, right…” You say, feeling caught in a lie and more than a little embarrassed. “Uh- I only said that so I didn’t seem completely pathetic. I mean, I do know some people. To be honest, they’re more like acquaintances.” You let out a weak laugh. “My parents died when I was ten, then I was put into the foster system. No home ever stuck though. When I was eighteen, I used my savings to get myself a small apartment. Worked a few different jobs, tried to do college at the same time, but that was difficult to manage, especially with putting on the suit every night. So, really, I don’t think anyone will miss me. Maybe a few dying plants on my windowsill.”
Peter listened to your story, knowing that it wasn’t the full truth. Somewhere in there, you and your Peter met, became friends, fell in love, most likely moved in together. He was all you had in your life, it seems. And now you don't even have the memory of him. Peter’s heart broke for you, though you would never have any idea. Not unless he figured out a way to get you to remember.
“I’m sorry.” Peter says, reaching over to grab your hand. His thumb brushes across your knuckles and you feel so… comforted. You didn’t think you needed comforting until now. You’ve always been on your own and that was fine. Probably even for the best, considering your double life. But now, here with Peter, you felt like maybe you’d missed out.
“It’s uh- it’s ok. Thanks.” The silence is heavy. The two of you are too close, the air is warm, and your heart’s beating uncontrollably. Peter seems to notice this as well because he’s soon on his feet, pacing around.
“Right! Shopping time! Let’s get outta here.” Peter rushes around, disappears for a minute and comes back in different, less dirty, clothing. You’re just sitting on the couch, waiting. “Ready?” He asks.
“Born ready. Lead the way.”
-
Shopping with Peter is fun. He gives you the grand tour of the Royal Thrift Shop that he frequents (often enough for the employees to remember his name).
Peter opens his arms wide as if he’s showcasing a prize and says, “And this is the hat section, for all your lice-related needs.” That makes you laugh.
“Don’t think I’ll be needing that, though I think this one would look fantastic on you.” You pick up a big, fuzzy, cheetah-print hat and swiftly place it right on Peter’s head.
He poses a few different ways for you, “I think you’re right, and so long as we’re picking garments for each other, may I just say this would be,” Peter does a chef’s kiss motion, “mwah, perfect for you.” He’s holding up a prom-like dress. It’s purple and bedazzled and looks straight out of 2004.
“Ah yes, of course.” You say, taking it from him and holding it up to yourself. “This is certainly my style, how did you ever figure me out so quickly?”
Peter laughs hysterically, “Ah, spider-sense of course.”
“Didn’t know that extended to fashion. Mine only works for life-and-death scenarios, not fair.” You say, pretend-glum. It takes everything in Peter not to lean down and kiss the pout off your lips. He shakes that thought out of his head. ‘We’re here to shop,’ he thinks.
“Life’s not fair, that’s for sure. Now let's get you some outfits.”
You and Peter spend about an hour walking around the thrift store, making jokes and picking out garments. You ended up with four shirts, three pairs of pants, a pair of shorts, two jackets, and two pairs of shoes. You both stop by another store for hygiene products and undergarments, he blushed and tried not to look at you while you perused.
“Think that’s it. Can’t think of anything else I may need except you know, the obvious.” You say as you and Peter are walking back to his place.
“The obvious being…?” He asks.
“Well- I mean, I’ll need a place to live. I need like, a job and money. I didn’t really plan this out, you know?” Peter stops walking for a second, making you stop and look at him. “What?” You ask.
“No, it’s nothing, I just- well I figured you could stay with me?” Peter says, unsure of himself. He hadn’t even considered you going anywhere else, actually.
You tilt your head, confused, “Like… permanently?”
“I hadn’t thought about it, really, but… yeah. Uh, only if you want, that is. I could help you look for a job, we could split the rent, it would be a win-win. Honestly you’d be helping me out.” He’s rambling and fidgety and the whole thing makes a small smile grow on your face. He wants you to stay with him. You never had anyone want you before. You were silent a little too long apparently because Peter only looked more worried, “Of course, if you don’t I can help you apartment-hunt, though in this city that could be difficult-”
“I’d love to stay with you.” You say, grinning. Peter breaks out into one of his own.
“Good, great.” He says. Then he reaches for your hand and you both continue the walk back to the apartment.
When you get there, another discussion topic pops up in your head. What exactly didn’t you remember? You’d avoided bringing it up this whole day so that you and Peter could get settled, but the not knowing was eating at you. Peter was in the kitchen heating up some food for the both of you in the microwave and you were sitting at the island counter working up the courage to say something to him about it. ‘Hey, so who are you to me, exactly?’ or ‘Why did you want to help me?’ or maybe ‘What’s your last name?’ Yeah, that’d be a good start.
“What’re you thinkin’ about over there?” Peter asks, beating you to it. He’s leaning back on the counter and you look up at him.
“Nothing, just… I realized I don’t really know anything about you.” You say. Peter’s face falls a bit at that, but he’s quick to hide it.
“Well, what do you wanna know? I’m an open book.” Just then, the microwave beeps. He pulls the leftover pizza out and places a slice on a paper plate and slides it over to you.
“Thanks.” You take a bite and think about what you wanted to ask him. “What’s your last name?”
“Parker. You?”
“Y/L/N. How old are you?”
Peter pulls up a stool so that he can sit across from you. “Twenty-five. I finished college, became a photographer full-time, made enough to afford this palace.”
You laugh, “You must not be a very good photographer, then.”
“Ouch.” Peter says, mock-offended. “Words hurt, Y/N.” His smile betrays him, though. “What did you do as a day job back home?”
“I was a freelance artist. It was a pretty solitary career, I spent basically all of my free-time at home when I wasn’t out there, swinging around.” You say. “You know, for someone who claims that I forgot them, you don’t seem to know me very well.”
Peter falters for a moment, not sure what to say. “Yeah, about that. The Peter you forgot, it uh- it wasn’t actually me. I mean, he’s me, but from your universe.”
You furrow your brows, confused. “So we never really knew each other? I just knew someone who looked like you?”
Peter debates that in his head, “Yes and no. We met a couple days ago, we had some uh- conversations. Mostly about your Peter and how alike he was to me.”
“Was? So, this Peter from my universe, I’m assuming he died?” You ask, more and more curious.
“Yeah… from what you told it seems you and him were… close.” Peter says, choosing his words carefully. The last thing he wanted was to put pressure on you.
“How close?” You started feeling a bit sick, your heart pounds in your chest.
“You told me that you grew up with him, that he was your best friend, and that it eventually turned into something more.” He says it slowly, trying to gauge your reaction. He can’t read you though, you’re staring off to the side, wringing your hands together in your lap.
It takes a minute for you to form words. “Uh so this Peter Parker, I knew him my whole life?” You ask. Though it seemed rhetorical, Peter still nodded. “He was the only person I had and he’s dead. And now I have literally no idea who he was.” The realization of just how much you’d had taken away from you crashed into you, hard. Tears welled up in your eyes that you tried to blink away.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Peter says, reaching across to grab your hand. The act is familiar. It feels nice. “I can’t imagine what you’re feeling-”
“I have no idea what I’m feeling.” Your voice breaks a little. “It feels like… like there’s a hole in my chest and I don’t know how it got there or how to fix it. Like I’m constantly on the verge of remembering something important and then it slips away. Like waking up from a really great dream that you can’t get back to. I want to get back to it but I don’t think I can. Not ever.”
Peter squeezes your hand tighter, his chest aches and he swallows his nerves. “If your Peter was anything like me, and you seemed to think he was, then I can tell you that he loved you very much. He would have wanted you to be happy, in whatever way that meant.”
A tear slips out and you’re quick to brush it away. “God, sorr-”
“It’s okay.” Peter smiles. It’s funny, the way you repeat actions without knowing it.
“Thank you for uh- for being honest with me. I needed that.” You say. Suddenly Peter feels a bit guilty. He hadn’t told you everything. Not the part about you believing Peter’s death was your fault. He couldn’t tell you that, could he? It wouldn’t help at all, he knew it wasn’t true anyway, and there was nothing you could do about it now. You didn’t need the extra grief. Truly, it was the one good thing to come from this whole mess. Well that and…
“How ‘bout we watch a movie? Get our minds off everything for a while?” Peter says, already getting up and walking over to the couch.
“Yeah, sure.” You try to compose yourself, but it’s tough. You just learned some pretty heavy stuff about yourself and it was only the tip of the iceberg. A whole person was erased from your memory completely. He apparently meant a lot to you and there’s no chance of you ever meeting him or knowing all the things you ever did with him. All the nights spent talking, the dates, and classes… All of it, just gone.
Peter noticed you still sitting at the kitchen counter, head in your hands. He wasn’t sure what to do. He knew nothing he said would make this better. Even trying to think of what he’d want if he were in your shoes was impossible. He thinks he’d be inconsolable. Peter hopes that’s not the case for you. He walks over to you and, without thinking about it too much, wraps his arms around you from the back. You startle a bit, but quickly lean into it. Peter rests his head on your shoulder, “Come on, let’s go.”
You walk with him while he holds you all the way to the couch. He wraps the two of you in a large, warm blanket and presses play on the TV. The movie’s some comedy, nothing you’d ever heard of. It does help to distract you for a bit. An even better distraction is the boy right next to you whose arm is slung around your shoulders. It’s dark outside and you can hear the pitter-patter of rain on the window. You never felt so at-home in your whole life. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to drift close, your head falling to the side, right on Peter’s shoulder.
Peter notices you nodding off throughout the movie. He doesn’t try to wake you when you eventually do fall asleep, he knows it’s been a very long and emotional day for you. His heart beats loudly in his chest when you lean into him fully. Your hair falls into your face so he pushes it behind your ear. Your lips are parted and your breathing is deep. He could just lean down, just two inches… but, no. He couldn’t.
“Goodnight, Y/N.” He whispers, pulling you closer so that you’re laying fully on top of him now. Then Peter’s eyes close, he drifts off with a smile on his lips.
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Welcome to the Industry of Porn
Parings: Avengers X Female!Reader
Warnings: +18, heavy smut, the usage of the following words: c*nt, wh*re, sl*t, and others, drinking, slight angst in later chapters, fluff if you squint, and my English as usual.
Summary: AU where the Avengers are Pornstars. It’s pretty self-explanatory.
Word Count: 6,456
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: And There was Mischief in the Air
A/N: This chapter is honestly one of my favorite now given that I edited the crap out of it by adding some smut in it! I think you can probably guess who...but honestly, this one has to be my new fav. I'm quite proud of this even if it is my first time writing for Loki like this. I wanted to leave him for the newer chapters but I thought it went well with the rest of the chapter, so I just went for it. I hope you all like it! Please, let me know what you think!
January had gone and come in a blink of an eye, yet it had felt like two months had dragged on. The year had demanded more of you as your workload had increased considerably. You had never felt as tired as you had for the past month, and you were not complaining because it all had been nothing but rewarding to your career. February seemed to be your month as well as you went over your schedule for the next two months which were already planned given to the demands you were getting.
You were marking your days on your calendar on your tablet when someone threw themselves on the couch, making you sway by the force. You turned your face to see Parker looking at you with a big sheepish smile.
“Hey, Y/n.” He looked like he wanted to talk, which had become quite the norm during the past weeks as his workload had increased too, not as much as yours, but still considerably for him.
“You look like you have something on your mind. Spill.”
Peter let out a sigh but quickly turned his body to face you fully. You rolled your eyes, but a smile graced your lips as you were starting to understand his mannerism better. He wanted to—most likely—talk about his crush.
“Remember the girl I’ve been talking about lately? The one I’ve been meaning to ask out for a while now? The one that’s always at the park? Remember how Ned said that I wouldn’t be able to work up my courage to ask her out?” Peter started rambling and you had to grab him by the shoulders so his arms would stop moving around he could actually focus.
“Yes, Parker. I remember,” you let go of him, “did you ask her out?”
“No, but—” he stood up and for a moment you feared he was going to tell you bad news “—actually when Ned and I were out earlier, she was there too and she walked up to us because Ned had this one shirt from our old school back in Queens and she said she also went to that school and then Ned and I were mad confused because what are the odds about us living in a different state too after high school, and apparently her and Ned go to the same University and so we started talking and when Ned went to the bathroom, she—man she’s beautiful up close by the way—she looked at me and she asked me out. Me! She asked me out. So, now we have a date for Friday and I’m so happy, but man, what are we going to talk about? I can’t tell her on the first date what my job is. Man, no, that’s, no—”
He had started pacing back and forth in front of you and you had to take a minute as his telling of the events was coming quickly out of his mouth.
“Peter!” He stopped pacing and look down at you with his usual wide eyes and slightly parted lips. “Breathe. How long have you been meaning to ask her out again?”
“I—well, umm…a couple of weeks now,” he said while his hand scratched the back of his neck.
“And she asked you out?” He nodded with a hint of mild confusion. “See, that tells me she’s quite the woman if she’s the one taking a hold of the situation. Be honest with her, obviously, don’t just throw it at her face, make sure you tell her that it’s not a typical career choice. As long as there is honesty from the very beginning, you will be fine. And give her time if she doesn’t feel like accepting the idea of going out again anytime soon. Not everyone sees our career choices as just that. There will be some insecurities from her side, but as long as both of you are clear about everything, including that you have no romantic feelings for anyone you work with, it will be okay. Don’t worry too much.”
Peter looked at you for a solid minute, digesting your words and when he started to nod to himself, you knew your job here was done.
“What’s her name anyway?” you asked as you resumed your activities on your tablet.
“Michelle Jones,” he said with a soft smile which didn’t go unnoticed by you, “but she said that if everything went well I could call her MJ.”
“That’s cute. She’s definitely going to make you work for it though,” you said with a giggle.
After that, Peter and you spend the next two hours talking about your next projects and busy schedules with a side convo of how excited he was to be going on a date since his last girlfriend.
“Please tell me you two are free tonight. I want to go out to eat but everyone is busy,” said a whiny Pietro as he threw himself in between you and Peter. You rolled your eyes and pushed him further onto Peter. Peter just let it happen, but Pietro whined again.
“I have nothing, so I’m down,” he said while he adjusted himself and continued to look over his own schedule.
“How about you miss?” asked Pietro with a wide smile. You looked at him and with a sigh, you nodded.
“Yes! Finally, I can get out of this place. I swear I feel like everyone is so busy these days, and I’m honestly surprised you said yes. Given how busy you are out of all of us,” he said as he sat comfortably and put his arms around you and Peter.
“What you mean?” you asked. You knew you were packed but he was making it sound that you were the only one amongst the rest to be expected to be as busy you found yourself to be these days.
“Can you two keep a secret?” he said as he looked around making sure no one else was there to listen into the conversation. You and Peter looked at each other before nodding quickly. Pietro, unconvinced, squinted his eyes but suddenly there was an almost serious look on his face that made you raise one of your eyebrows at him.
“Alright, just make sure this doesn’t get out to anyone else,” he said, and you huffed.
“Do you have something to tell us or not?”
“Geez, woman. I do. But, okay. You know how Sharon practically hates you. I mean, it’s obvious at this point that she doesn’t like you,” he said as he got up from his spot and turn to sit on the coffee table so he could face you and Peter.
“Well, I was going to see Stark because I had a few questions about my schedule. I didn’t know there was someone with him already, so imagine my surprise when I heard your name falling out of Miss ‘can't-take-a-hint’s mouth—” you snorted loudly, and Peter and Pietro both smiled, “—anyways, so I got closer to, and I heard her asking Tony why her segment was getting no more updates. And Tony told her that it was getting updated, but you were taking over it as demands for you are getting higher and higher.”
“Wait, I didn’t know I was taking over her segment. She can’t hold that against me,” you defended yourself quickly as Peter looked at you with surprise.
“I know because she obviously didn’t know, and Tony told her that you didn’t either and that he was going to talk to you about it soon, so do act surprised when he tells you. And I guess congratulations. Anyways, she was pissed, and she said that there was no way you were enough views to practically take her job and Tony said, and I quote: ‘She’s been getting a lot of good feedback and they seem to like her a lot to the point they want to see more of her outside the projects she already has. They want to see her interact with characters that she normally wouldn’t need to like Quicksilver and Loki. So, the only thing I could come up with was to give her a chance with ‘Schemes’ to see how the audience reacts. It will also help raise views on that segment alone,” said Pietro with a horrendous rendition of Tony.
“There’s no way he said your name,” you said with a roll of eyes and a small grin even if you were still digesting what Pietro was telling you.
“Where you there? No. So, let me finish,” this time he rolled his eyes, “well, after he said that—well something similar to that—she got angrier and started saying that it was still unfair that no one was planning on telling her, which Tony then said there had been no need given that it wasn’t necessarily hers. And I honestly feel like I could see her growing red but then Tony tried to make her feel better by giving her a chance to work with Nat on her segment which is only girls. She did say that she’ll take it after a minute. I guess she realized she was being a brat and he could fire her. After that, I really couldn’t hear much and so I left before anyone could see me.”
It was quiet for a couple of minutes in which you and Peter took everything in and didn’t know what to say next.
“So, now don’t I only have to watch my back because Steve and I are friends but because I took her screen time? Great. Just great.” You threw your head back and groaned but even if some annoyance came with the news, there was a part of you that was excited and happy that you were doing great with less than a year with the company. That was definitely a way to boost your ego. And besides, there was a small joy at hearing that Sharon was seething because things were in your favor.
“She really needs to cool it. The way she’s handled these things so far will end up messing up her job and I don’t think Mr. Stark will take much of her any longer,” said Peter as he shook his head. You laughed and agreed. Pietro then had to practically drag you both to the elevator because telling you both such rich news had made him hungry.
In a course of two weeks, you had been working non-stop to the point it had become quite obvious to Tony. He had told you about the news of your new segment the very next day and you had to admit that your performance deserved an Oscar. But what Tony hadn’t realized was that you were someone who wouldn’t take a break even if they needed it. And you were not about to ask for one so soon after having been given more responsibilities. He had decided to postpone some projects, that way you could have a free day which to your luck happened to be the most beautiful day. The sun was bright, the wind was perfect, and the pool had never looked as inviting as it had that afternoon. Which you weren’t the only to notice.
You were lounging on one of the chairs while you let the sun give your skin some healthy glow, and you were also taking the opportunity to check out everyone who had decided to enjoy the afternoon. You had to admit that everyone looked hot and that you were friends with most of them, and you had probably already fucked at least half of them. There was something beautiful about the thought of that, and if someone had told you six months ago that you could never have what you do now, you would have believed it and thought it forever unattainable. Yet here you were.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this view,” said Bucky as he and Steve walked toward you. Steve smacked the back of his friend’s head.
“What? Are you going to tell me you don’t look at her and wonder if you need to ask your doctor for an inhaler?” said Bucky with a teasing laugh as he rubbed the back of his head.
“Should I take that as a compliment? Because I honestly don’t know at this point,” you said as you took off your sunglasses and took a minute to appreciate how good they both looked in their swimwear. You’ve seen them naked, but there was something about those swim trunks that made them look a lot hotter.
“You should, but you know how I think you look hotter? When you are all wet.” You almost choked on saliva had it not been for the fact that you were used to his constant teasing. But before you could come up with some insult, he had turned around and jumped into the pool causing you to quickly get up to avoid getting wet. He came out of the water and winked your way. But again, before you could think of anything to say, you felt two strong arms wrapped around you and within seconds you felt the cold water of the pool cancel the warmth your body had been receiving. When you came up for air, Bucky was laughing loudly while everyone else chuckled as you turned to see Steve letting go of you with as he also laughed.
“As I said, nothing better than seeing you wet.” Bucky almost cackled at his own stupid joke.
“You assholes.” You groaned as you moved your hair from your face. You weren’t really annoyed at them, how could you when those idiots were nothing but sweethearts on a normal day, but they weren’t going to get away without some sort of punishment from you. So, with your best blank face, you glared at them both. Which had both men quickly looking at each other with guilty looks.
“Don’t be mad, doll. Look, it was Bucky’s idea!” Steve raised his hands in defense and pointed to his friends. He would normally take a bullet for him, but I guess he was more afraid of you than a bullet. You tried not to laugh, but you managed as you glared a little more toward Bucky.
“Hey! You were the one that agreed it was a fun idea!” You almost cracked when Bucky and Steve started throwing water at each other as they tried to place the blame, but you were not going to break. At least not yet.
“Stop.” You didn’t have to raise your voice. It had been monotone, which was a harsh contrast to your normal voice, and that had been enough to catch their attention. Both of them tried to start apologizing but you raised your hand to signal for them to shut up, and they did. You got closer and doing so, you realized you were a good foot away from the bottom of the pool while both Steve and Bucky were just standing there with the water covering them till their chest.
“If it was any other day, I would have you both skinned alive and I would have you made into expensive stilettos,” you swore you saw them flinch when you got close enough to support yourself while hanging onto their shoulders. “But I don’t feel like being that cruel. Instead, I will have you both make fools of yourselves by the time I get out of this pool.”
Before they could ask you what you meant, your hands left their shoulders. And as your hands started to rub them through their swim trunks you had to hold the urge to madly cackle as their eyes went wide and their lips parted as their soft groans escaped them. You knew you had an audience and that they were quite aware of what you were doing because you could see Nat trying not to laugh as she told Wanda what exactly was happening. You quickly had them looking everywhere but you and the others as they now had full erections.
“Thanks for messing my hair. Now I have to spend the next two hours making sure it’s ready for tomorrow’s shoot,” you said in your normal tone before swimming away from them and therefore leaving the pool and grabbing the towel Peggy was holding out for you.
You ignored Bucky’s call of your name, but you turned to look as Steve looked rather annoyed, but it didn’t stop him from dunking Bucky’s head into the water as he got away closer to Nat as she laughed at him for following along Bucky’s stupid ideas. But amongst all that chaos, you had ignored the glare of a certain blonde.
The next morning had come faster than you had liked but after the prior day, you were in quite the good mood to endure another day of a full schedule. Cassie and you had worked for the most part of the morning talking and planning your next photo session and discussing the wardrobe with the costume and makeup department. That was how most mornings were spent these days for you, and sometimes there were other actors with you, but it was mostly just you. Even if your costume and makeup were rather simple as you were only an agent, you still were discussing ahead for the next magazine’s issue and the website design. But when afternoon came, you were finally getting some wardrobe change. You were also in a set you hadn’t been before. Loki’s throne room. For the latest scheme episode, you and Loki had pitched the idea to Tony of having the god of Mischief find himself having his usual dream of governing Asgard but to his surprise, instead of being a moment where he can rejoice his power over his Kingdom, you were to approach him wearing nothing but a thin robe of the same color of his outfit. And because it was Loki’s dream, he would love nothing than having someone be willing to do anything to please their King. So, throne room sex. Tony had loved the idea in seconds and had given the green light for it to be done. And so here you were, ready to shoot the last scene one more time, but this time you were going to fuck Loki.
“Impressive, isn’t it? This is their biggest studio. The department never disappoints with the sets,” said Loki as he walked next to you as he finally left the makeup chair. You had been ready for the past half an hour, but his makeup and costume took a lot more. The past week you had to work with him, you had come to learn that he was a lot like his character, minus the whole murderous streak, but he had the same mysterious aura. It didn’t stop you from befriending him quickly as he was actually a nice presence to have around.
“It is beautiful, I can only imagine all the other sets that have been done here. It’s incredible,” you said as you both walked to your marks.
Anthony and Joe were ready to begin and so were you both, and so you took a big breathe as you saw Loki walk up to the throne. You had to admit, he did look like an all-powerful god by the way he presented himself. And now you were ready to see that cocky look crumble if only for a second.
“ACTION!”
“Say, what can your King do for you, a mere mortal?” asked Loki with his superior tone.
“Well, I heard that Thor’s little brother had become King of Asgard. I couldn’t believe it, so I had to see it for myself. I mean, the god of Mischief a King?” you huffed a laugh and you noticed how Loki’s fingers wrapped themselves around his gold staff.
“He is not my brother,” he said with a clipped tone. You tilted your head as you looked up at him.
“So, if he is not your brother, does that mean your father is not Odin? Which would imply that you were never a rightful prince of Asgard…so…you can’t possibly be the rightful King of Asgard?” you asked with an innocent voice, but you knew damn well the answer to your question. But you would have said anything to see the way he sneered at you as he stood from his throne.
“Do not test my patience mortal. Just because I haven’t killed you, doesn’t mean that you are not far from facing a painful death,” he said with a dangerous tone that only did wonders to your body.
“Oh, please. You can get angry all you want, but let’s be honest here for a moment. I did not come here, wearing this soft—and beautiful—thin gown with nothing underneath just because I was bored,” you said as you slowly walked up the stairs toward him. His eyes never left you, but his unmoving frame allowed you to keep walking.
“What makes you believe that seeing your meek attempts of seduction will please me more than seeing your pathetic form lifeless at my feet while I fuck a common whore. That might be more entertaining than this,” he said as he looked down on you. His sneer was gone, but his words were dangerous enough to make you shiver yet it made your legs clench at the idea of him grunting and moaning.
“I doubt a common whore would be enough for you,” you were finally in front of him, and tentatively, one of your hands softly touched his chest, “a common whore would listen to your every command with no backbone to test your temper in bed. I bet they wouldn’t dare make a sound. How is that entertaining?”
“Did I mention your lifeless body at my feet?” he said almost with a full mischievous smirk. You ignored his comment and continued to freely touch his body even if he was still fully clothed.
“There is no way that a man like you, with such power for hunger, won’t be driven into madness by having someone try to match him in bed. Tell you wouldn’t love to make a brat like me surrender to you fully? The thrill knowing that as stubborn as I am, I could be nothing but a blubbering mess while you fuck me into submission?” you said as you looked up at him, the mischief behind your eyes almost matched the mischief behind his.
“But if you can’t, I won’t hold it against you. After all, such an impulsive man like you couldn’t possibly make me submit,” you said you turned to leave. But before you could, Loki grabbed your wrist tightly and bent down to look at you.
“You don’t know how to hold your tongue do you?” he sneered at you once again. “I knew humans were stupid, but you, it seems you would like to just reinforce that believe by coming here and acting as if I couldn’t make of you anything I want.”
You scoffed in disbelief, and before you could react, Loki sat down on his throne. With one hand, he freed himself of his pants, revealing his semihard erection.
You were about to make a joke, but when he raised his golden staff and let it hit the ground, the room echoed its sound, and you were on your knees in between his parted legs.
“I’ll teach you some manners, my little human,” his free hand grabbed the back of your head and roughly pulled your hair, “you need to learn when to shut up and not test the patience of your King.”
He shoved you toward his dick, and while your mouth had been open while you groaned in pain and pleasure, you took some of him in. You would have fought back, but the idea of having him be so rough and cruel with you had you mentally cursing yourself as your body was more than ready to suck him off. Whether because you couldn’t think of passing sucking him off or because you wanted him to surrender to your mouth, you had no idea.
“See? It’s not difficult to know your place in front of a god, my little human. On your knees works wonders, but I imagine with your legs spread like a whore could do it too,” he said as he looked down at you. He had to admit to himself that you were doing a good job at riling him up and that a common whore wouldn’t have done that as fast as you had. But he would keep that to himself. There was a bit of shame that came along with that realization, so he was not about to let you know that.
“It is amazing how such a mere human can think she stands a chance against a god. It’s quite funny, really.” He held a groan as your mouth was doing wonders to him, the way you felt was heavenly. It almost felt like the first time he had someone suck him off, the new sensation had rendered him speechless, but the more he experienced it, the less he enjoyed it, but you might just keep you alive to pleasure him.
He felt you trying to come off his dick, but instead of granting you the satisfaction of being the one choosing when, he counted till five before he roughly pulled you back.
“Yes?” he asked mockingly as he saw you regain your breath. You looked at him with a grin.
“I was going to tell you that I was getting bored of sucking on your dick. Normally it turns me on, but it seems you cannot even do that to a mere human like me,” you said as you tilted your head the best you could as he still held you tight. He sneered again before shoving you down once again, and this time he held you there as he choked you with his long cock.
You hadn’t expected him to keep you there, but to fuck your face. You clenched your legs tightly and clawed at his tights as he shoved his dick down your throat. You gagged loudly which made Loki huff a laugh as he also groaned at the feeling of your throat making swallowing motions on his dick.
“Mouthy whores like you should know better than to talk like that,” he groaned before pulling you back. You gasped for air, and as you barely regain it, it was gone once more as he shoved you down once again. He kept such rough motion for a while, and you were almost lightheaded by the time he had decided to completely let go of you. You landed in front of his feet, gasping for air, red, with tears on your face, saliva everywhere, and a mess between your thighs.
“Get up.” You looked up at Loki, and with you did even if you were ready to talk back if it came to it.
“Have you learned your lesson? Do you know your place?” he asked with a serious tone, but his hand had begun to stroke his cock and you couldn’t look away. He laughed.
“So, that’s how I can get you to shut up,” he said with a smirk.
“Please, I was trying to think what rhymed with boring and fuck,” you said as you cleaned the saliva on your face.
He didn’t say anything, but his twitching eye said enough. He grabbed the back of your thigh and pulled you closer, he pulled the material that barely covered your body off, leaving you completely naked in front of him.
“For someone claiming to be unimpressed, I can smell your arousal quite clearly, and your eyes are full of desire for yours truly,” he said cockily. You rolled your eyes as he pulled you down and grabbed your chin.
“It seems that I spoke too soon,” he whispered into your mouth, “I guess this little whore needs a bit more training.”
He roughly grabbed and turned you around. He pulled you toward his lap, and you felt his dick press against your ass.
“What? Are you going to fuck me now? I bet that all it takes is four pumps and that’s it?” you said as you groaned as he roughly bit your shoulder. His mouth sucked from there to your earlobe before his hot breath hit your cheek.
“That comment would normally work if I were to be looking for your pleasure, human, but for all you know I could fuck you for hours before I cum, but that doesn’t mean you are allowed to cum. You forget who you are dealing with,” he said and for the first time since it all began, you felt actual fear. The be fucked for that long without cumming could be worse. And it seemed he knew that because he laughed before he let go of you and raised you enough, so his cock sprung from where it had been pressed and hit your bare cunt. You whined, but he did not shove it as you had expected. Instead, he parted your legs and set them on each side of his throne and let them hang as you were left spread wide. If anyone were to come seeking the King, they would receive a clear view of your cunt—soon—being split by Loki’s cock.
“Now be a good little whore—” he shifted his hips and his cock found itself right underneath your wet cunt which didn’t go unnoticed by him, “—and take your King’s cock.”
This time, he shoved his cock upward and the tip of his cock entered you swiftly. Your hands grabbed the sides of the thrown as you grabbed hold onto them, so you wouldn’t fall forward. You groaned at the stretch, and so did Loki but not as loud as you had.
“It seems my little whore makes beautiful sounds,” he said before he started to shove his cock inside you, roughly yet slowly.
“Oh, fuck,” you moaned as his deep, harsh thrusts were hitting the right spot. You could hear the squelch of your pussy with each thrust he gave, and the echo of the big room made it louder to your ears to the point you were embarrassed that he had turned you on so much with just the way he degraded you into his little whore.
“It looks like my little whore is feeling defeated?” he said with a laugh as his pace increased just a bit. Enough to make the sound of wet skin slapping louder.
“Not defeated,” you mustered out as he fucked you, “just trying to picture that it is Thor the one who’s fucking me.”
You knew you were going to pay for that comment, and you half expected him to throw you off of him, but he let go of one of your thighs and pulled your head back roughly as he moved your head to look at him.
“So, is that it? Like the whore you are, you’ve fucked my joke for a brother?” he growled into your parted mouth. “You think you can stroll in here trying to seduce me, riling me up into fucking you. Yet, you think you have a right to tell me you’ve let my idiot of a brother fuck you. My little whore, I was just enjoying the little meek attempt of power you were doing earlier, but now, now my sweet little thing, I will fuck to the point you can’t remember what the touch of that brute feels like. My cock will be the only thing you will feel when you attempt such insulting thoughts, you won’t be able to look at him without remembering how I made an obedient whore out of you on my throne knowing that my guards are just outside hearing it all. They will tell everyone they know that a mere human who has claimed to have fucked Thor is now my little bitch.”
You couldn’t help the tears rolling down your face, not out of sadness, but out of shame because he’d done it. He had rendered you speechless as his cock roughly stuffed itself back and forth into your cunt without mercy as he proudly told you how much of a whore you were. How now you were his whore, his sweet thing, his stupid human. You were his.
“Now—” his hand moved to wrap around your throat, “whose are you?”
You bit your tongue and ignored his question as you tried not to cum, you knew better than to attempt to do that. But you were not ready to show you had surrendered to him. His hand wrapped around your throat roughly and his cock began to fuck you faster as you swirled down whenever he did as you were losing your battle to stay strong.
“Whose are you, you fucking whore?” he growled.
“FUCK!” you yelled as his other hand came down to slap your bare clit harshly. “I’M YOURS, MY KING, YOURS.”
“Good girl.”
His hand didn’t leave your throat but now neither hand was supporting your weight, so it was all you holding yourself as his hips raised to fuck you hard. His other hand had begun to rub a slow circle on your clit.
“I can feel that you’ve been trying to hold off your orgasm,” he said with such ease as if he wasn’t using every bit of energy to fuck you stupid. And he was not wrong it was becoming obvious as the amount of slick that was making a mess out of his pants. You were bare naked while he only had his cock out. You were so vulnerable, yet you could care less.
“I feel like being a benevolent King,” he said to you, yet the rough slap your cunt received made the statement almost invalid had it not been that you couldn’t hold your orgasm any longer, so his next words had been a reward. “Cum, my little whore.”
You came with a loud shout of ‘my King’ as he still fucked into you as you squirted all over him. He groaned loudly as he felt your walls tighten harshly, and he normally would have been turned off by having his clothes be such a mess, but you seemed to be something he didn’t mind much. And there was something appealing at hearing you shout his title so readily and having you orgasm like that for him. It only increased his own desire to see you do that again.
“Making a mess. I should have you on your knees licking it all until it’s all clean,” he said as his fingers never ceased to rub your clit as you came. You couldn’t fully regain your breath, as the man hadn’t stopped to give you a break and quickly fucked you still to the point you knew it wouldn’t be long before your sensitive cunt and body would give out.
“Now, my sweet thing, I want you to cum again. Then, only then, will I give you the satisfaction and reward of my cum filling you to the brim. I will mark you as mine, and mine alone. My little whore. Something tells me that even if I have you in my hands all submissive to me, it won't be like that as soon as you don’t have my cock in you. something tells me you will forever rile me up to fuck your cunt. A needy cock whore, but just for your King.”
You could only nod your head as you sobbed as your cunt kept being stuffed and slapped without mercy. You could feel your whole body tensing up again, and you were afraid that you wouldn’t cum before your body gave up on you. But you had felt so good when you came the first time, and there was no way in hell you were not going to treat yourself the feeling of cumming on his cock again but this time with the promise of his cum filling you up.
“Cum for me, sweet thing. Let me feel your cunt squeeze my cock one more time before I cum inside of you, please your King,” he whispered into your ear, and for the first time, you hear the faint crack of it as his orgasm approached.
You gathered all your strength left and fucked yourself a bit harder on him and within a couple of strokes, your whole body shook until it gave out as your orgasm crashed down. You shouted before you went mute. Loki grabbed your hips and with harsh upward thrusts, he fucked you through your orgasm as he—for a split second—whined as his body twitched as he came inside of you. He growled into your ear ‘good girl’ like a mantra as his hips slowed and his cum filled you up to the brim as he had promised.
Even as you both were breathing hard, he still held you there, his cock softening inside of you. His cum and your own orgasm coming out from the sides of your cunt.
“Now, pet. Have you learned your lesson?” he asked. His normal tone back in seconds. You were still dazed, feeling like you were two seconds from passing out.
“Yes, my King.”
“Good girl.”
“CUT”
You barely registered what happened next and when you woke up you were more than surprised to find Loki in your room while reading a book by your bed. You had been out for four hours, and Loki had decided to keep an eye out on you to make sure you were okay. You had bashfully admitted that you were more than okay, just a bit sore. After he had been reassured that you were okay, he offered to take you out to any place for dinner given that your pleasant conversation about the book he had opted to read while he waited for you to wake up was disrupted by a loud growl of your stomach. You had almost declined but Loki had made the joke that if you took him into In-N-Out he would never let you choose the restaurant again. You had laughed and then as a promise to never take him out there again, you agreed to dinner.
You both had gone to your favorite restaurant which Loki decided wasn’t so bad for his taste, and from that night on, you had made a new friend. And Loki would never let you live down the fact that you had choked on your drink when your server had asked you for your autograph and Loki’s when they had given Loki the check which he had insisted on paying.
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I'm In Love (With My Best Friend)
Summary: Peter Parker x Fe!Reader -> You and Peter have been best friends since middle school. But when feelings get involved, it can lead to a lot of pining and incredibly romantic kisses inside a Stark lab.
Disclaimer: FLUFF, a little angst, a LOT of pining. Kissing. Jealousy. Happy Ending. Not proof-read. No use of Y/N.
You first met him when you were in middle school. You had been the new transfer student and you had zero friends. The first week of your new school you spent getting lost in the hallways, avoiding the random questions that the people who you assumed were the popular crowd were asking you and trying to concentrate on the work you were being given.
But, half-way through your second week, you met a boy.
You had been sitting on your own in the back of the cafeteria, trying to solve your science homework.
Usually, you were okay with science but every time you entered your numbers, you knew the answer was wrong.
He’d introduced himself as Peter Parker.
You recognised the name.
He was supposed to be in your English, Math and Physical Ed classes though he hadn’t been in due to being ill.
At first, he sat with you because there was nowhere else to sit. At least, that’s what you thought. Then he asked about your homework.
“Yeah, Mrs Jackson always sets difficult questions. Do you want some help?”
You accepted his offer and he moved over two seats so he was directly in front of you and for the next 20 minutes, he sat with you and you both figured out the homework together.
In return, you offered to help him with his English report.
You couldn’t quite remember when it was after that that the pair of you became inseparable. But, after that, the both of you were never seen without one another.
Even in High School, you remained the best of friends. Thursday night homework hours were completed together and Friday night movie nights were completed with the same laughter, frustration and smiles.
And, despite attending different colleges, it was like no time or space had passed between you both.
You were the first Peter came to when he was ready to tell people about his alter-ego Spider-Man. You were also the first person Peter came to when he had his first crush and date in High School.
Maybe that was when you had your first heart-break.
Though you were friends with Peter first, it was a couple years into High School that you realised your feelings towards Peter had grown to be more than friendship.
But you knew he didn’t feel the same. And knew he probably never would.
But, at the same time, it didn’t not sting when he dated other girls.
Either way, you swallowed the pain and your feelings for him and remained determined to keep your friendship with Peter despite them.
So, you dated other guys.
And, they were kind.
Some of them became long term - others, not so much. But despite how much you cared for them, something always seemed to be missing. Though you tried your best to ignore that fact.
You both had graduated college a few years ago and ever since, Peter had been working for Stark Industries whilst, despite the job offer Tony had given you personally and said he would keep on ice, you had a job helping engineer different plates and surgical equipment that helped towards surgery for animals who’s back legs had stopped moving or had been born without one of the paws etc.
Still, you met Peter every day in his lab at the compound at 7 since you got off work at 6.
“Peter? You here?”
“In here. I’m almost ready, I’ve just got to-”
“No worries.”
Whilst Peter ran about the place, finding different parts for some old web-shooters he had in his hand, you sat at one of the tables and tinkered away.
It was usually like this.
You’d go and meet him, he’d still be working and you’d sit with him for 40 minutes to an hour before you both left to get food and watch a movie.
“You know, it’s so cool you work for Tony Stark.”
Peter smiled as he continued to tinker away and you tried to avoid your gaze dropping to check him out despite his outfit consisting of black cargo trousers and a black t-shirt.
So, he’d been in training today.
“Yeah. You know, you could too if you wanted.” Peter looked up to you for a moment. “He has a job lined up and ready for you whenever you want it.”
You smiled and nodded. “I know. But I like my job.”
“Offer is always there.”
“Hey, did you hear back from Lucy?”
Peter faltered for a moment, though you barely noticed. “Oh, uh, yeah. We’re…we’re going out again, tomorrow, I think.”
You ignored the sad feeling in your chest, despite the fact you had been the one to set them up (technically).
Lucy worked in the office at your job. Peter came in one day to pick you up and she mistook you both for a couple despite the fact she’d just been flirting with him thirty seconds ago.
You just opened your mouth and shut the whole thing down. “Oh, no. Hahaha, no. We’re- we’re just friends. Good friends. But friends.”
Sitting up a little straighter, you smiled. “That’s good.”
“What about you? What happened to Frank?”
“Mark,” you corrected. “And it-it wasn’t right. Besides, we only talked, like, twice. It wouldn’t have worked out anyway. He said he hated Disney movies and would rather gouge out his eyes than watch another one.”
“Seriously?”
You raised your eyebrows with a puff from your chest, still annoyed at the comment. “Yeah.”
“Well, at least you never have to talk to him again.”
“True.”
At that moment, the door to Peter’s lab slid open and Sam walked in with a pile of plans, presumably for a new set of wings.
“Steve told me to give you these.”
“Thanks, Sam. Just leave them there. I’ll look over them.”
“Hey, Sam.”
Sam called your name and ran over and hugged you. “How are you doing, kid?”
“Good. Just waiting for this one to finish up. How was Alaska?”
“Cold. Bucky got his arm frozen to a lamp-post. I’ll send you pictures.”
You smiled. “You want them framed?”
“Oh, please.” Sam smiled.
“Did I ever show you the pictures when Peter froze his webs to the roof? He was still attached to them two hours later.”
Peter, looking between the pair of you, laughing at the photos, shook his head. “Sometimes I regret introducing you two.”
“Too late.” Sam smiled. “Anyway, you both should head out before traffic gets too bad.”
“It’s New York. Traffic is always bad.”
“Even better.”
“And our movie starts in an hour.” you added.
“Alright, I’m done.”
Sam winked at you and you mouthed a “Thank you” to him before he said goodbye and left.
Yourself and Peter managed to get to the cinema and find your seats just before the trailers finished and for the next two hours, you spent most of the time trying not to have a heart-attack as the actors jumped from building to building, hanged themselves over the edge of a cliff and nearly died about thirty times before finally succeeding.
Despite the amount of times you watched movies like that, it didn’t stop your heart from racing and trying not to watch. Horror, sure. You could handle that. But suspense and action - nope.
“How you feeling?”
You put your hand to your head and covered your eyes for a moment. “I’m still spinning, I think. Please, never do anything like that.”
Peter laughed as you sat down on the bench outside the movie house. “You have my word.”
Slowly, he knelt down in front of you before pushing your chin up.
“Look at me for a moment.”
You did so and tried to slow your heart down that was beating faster for a separate reason.
“Stopped spinning?”
It took you a moment to focus. “Y-Yeah. All stopped now.”
“Good.”
Peter stood up again and you mentally slapped yourself as you checked him out again. He’s just a friend. A FRIEND.
Thankfully, he didn’t notice since he was too busy looking down the street before he gave you his hand.
“Come on. Let’s head back.”
You took his hand as he helped you up before letting it go, too afraid of what your own feelings might feel if you held his hand any longer.
Months later, not much had changed.
You’d still kept your feelings from Peter and dated a couple of people. Peter dated Lucy for a month before breaking it off - though he never told you why.
But one evening, as you were sitting home alone - your roommate out on another date - you got the craving for Pizza and since there was none in the freezer, you grabbed your bag and coat before heading out to the nearest pizza place.
You needed to get out of the house.
Despite there being no change between you and Peter, part of you called out for it. You either needed to tell him how you felt or you needed to move on. And since you weren't going to do the first…ever, that only left you with the second.
And, oddly enough, that night you met Colton.
He was standing in line waiting for his pizza and since the chef got an emergency call from his wife saying she was in labour, he mistakenly made half a pepperoni, half margarita.
Despite the awkwardness, you both decided to share it.
You sat outside together on a park bench, watching the ducks float down the water, simply talking.
“So, what brings you to a pizza place at 9 at night on a Tuesday?”
“Hunger, mostly.”
Before you knew it, he was walking you home, you had exchanged numbers and met him for a date that Saturday. From there, you continued talking and soon enough, months had passed by.
It was late in the afternoon when you were at SI and, whilst talking to some old friends in the hallway since you’d just come from a shared meeting between both companies, Colton turned up.
“Hey, what-” you kissed him quickly. “What are you doing here?”
“You left your notebook at my house,” he passed you the hardback notebook that contained most of your random thoughts and problems that were either to do with work or could be to do with work, one day.
“Oh, thank you.”
“And, since I’m here, I was hoping maybe we could get lunch together?”
You smiled and nodded. “I’d like that.”
Then someone called your name.
Looking behind you, the four people you’d been talking to seemed to split up and gave you a clear view of who had called your name - though you didn’t need to view to know who it was.
“Peter,” you said, slightly shocked.
This was the first time, despite him knowing about Colton, Peter was about to meet him.
“Hey, I was just- who’s this?”
“Oh, I, uh, this-this is Colton.”
Colton stuck out his hand and Peter shook it after a quick moment. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
Whether it was real or not, it was like a massive tension cloud was above the whole situation.
“Uhh…Colton, this is Peter. My-”
“Best friend since middle school.” Peter finished.
“Cool. Well, we were just about to get lunch so I guess we’ll see you later?”
“Oh, uh, yeah. Can you- Let me just grab my coat.”
“Course, babe.”
Then Colton kissed you for what felt like the longest time - and oddly, it didn’t feel like the others. It felt…forced.
Either way, when he pulled away you stepped back a little before heading down the hall and towards the cloak room. And in the time it took you between getting your coat and walking back, that cloud of tension only seemed to feel darker and bigger.
“Ready to go?”
“Yeah, let’s go babe.”
You nodded, saying goodbye to everyone else but something in the bottom of your stomach felt guilty - especially when you saw the split-second change in emotions on Peter’s face before he went back to how he usually looked at you.
Once you left the building with Colton and had driven away, Natasha smacked the back of Peter’s head.
“Ow, what was that for?”
“I don’t know. For whatever the hell that was, for being jealous, for not telling her sooner.”
“Jealous? I’m not jealous. Why would I be jealous?”
Natasha just laughed. “Oh, you look just like Steve when Grant from level three flirted with me. Oh, you’ve got it bad.”
“Nat-” Peter rolled his eyes and tried to walk away but she just pulled him back.
“You can admit you like her. I mean, we’ve all seen this coming for years.”
“I don’t- you have?”
Natasha shrugged. “What? She’s pretty and you’re both close friends. I’m just surprised it took you this long. I thought you were smarter than those idiots.”
“Those idiots are still standing here.”
“Peter, how long have you liked her?” Laura asked him.
“I,” Peter shook his head.
“Oh, boy.” Laura laughed.
Peter stood there, slightly dumbfounded, as the others walked away.
Despite how much he denied it, and how much he convinced himself he didn’t feel that way towards you, he did. Ever since Junior year of College. At least, that was when he’d been getting that simmering feeling in the pit of his stomach every time you looked at him, or even when you didn’t. And that simmer seemed to boil every time he saw you with somebody else.
But he decided never to tell you.
He figured, since you had never said anything about extra feelings; ones that surpassed a simple friendship bond, then you wouldn’t ever feel the same.
And when you made the comment of Just Friends to Lucy, he knew you definitely would never feel the same. So, he guessed he had to get used to the feeling of…something towards you.
Yet seeing you with Colton - his arm around you, his lips on yours - something seemed to start cracking inside of him.
Either that, or completely being blown to smithereens.
Nat was completely right.
He was jealous.
He has been jealous. Ever since he first saw you get ready for that date you had with Hank, or Hodge or whatever the guy’s name was - he felt that simmer in his stomach and that small voice in the back of his head for a split second let him think he was watching you get ready to go out on a date with him.
It had confused him, at first.
You were his best friend and he was suddenly having these thoughts about dating you and…opening the car door for you (despite already doing that, anyway). But it would have been different.
He would be yours, in more ways than just friendship.
“You really love her, don’t you?”
“Of course I do, she’s my best friend.”
Peter looked towards the door where Clint was leaning against the door frame like a dad getting ready to talk to his son.
Although, despite the comfort Clint provided, Peter faltered for a moment. He had been alone since Colton came and swept you away to lunch - over three hours ago. He’d been tinkering away and letting his mind wander.
“Relax, kid. It’s written all over your face.”
“Clint, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Tough.” Clint pulled out a seat across the lab desk where Peter was standing. “Laura has already told me what happened and most likely, Tasha’ will do the same later tonight. You might as well talk, Kid.”
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.”
“Admitting you love her, to yourself, is a start.”
“But do I?”
Even as he questioned it outloud, he knew it wasn’t a question. It hadn’t been a question for the longest time.
“Pete, according to Laura, you looked like you were about ready to punch his lights out when he kissed her.”
“Well he was just standing there, trying to force himself down her throat. Even I know she doesn’t like PDA like that. And, he was talking about taking her to some kind of salad bar across town when she usually goes and gets her grilled sub from the cafeteria - or I do. And then take it to her. It’s the only thing she ever likes to eat during the day.”
Clint watched as a light, reminiscent smile came across Peter’s face.
“It’s been the same thing ever since high school. Even if it goes a little cold, it’s still crispy and just as tasty. Plus, the smell doesn’t remind her of the girls' bathroom stalls. There was a leak in the summer before we started. Busted the sewer line that ran under the girls bathroom. The whole corridor would smell but she said it was worse in the bathroom.”
Clint nodded and just let Peter ramble. Though he did get a little worried that the screwdriver he was holding would fly out of his hand at some point.
Peter’s face grimaced. “I bet he listens to, like, just indie bands and says it’s the best thing in the world and that any other style of music is too…modern because it contains too many lyrics that make sense. She hates that, you know. She had a roommate in college that only ever listened to this…clapping music. Literally, just people clapping along to songs. After that, she moved into one of the sorority dorms. He was probably some douche frat guy, too. Couldn’t get a sorority “chick” then so thinks he can get one now. Not that she’s a “chick” by any means.”
“What is she, then?”
Peter took a short moment to think. “Amazing. Wonderful. Beautiful. Way out of his league. Way out of mine, too. But…”
“But you’re in love with her anyway?” Clint asked.
“Of course I am but-”
Peter, once again, faltered.
Had he really just admitted that out loud?
It felt good.
“I am. I am in love with her.”
“Then you should tell her. Pete, coming from me, I’d say don’t wait too long. And from Steve, he waited over seventy years - granted, he found Nat. But still. Don’t let her find someone else, especially when you’re already here.”
“But what if she doesn’t-”
Clint already started laughing. He almost doubled over.
“What? Why are you laughing?”
“Oh, Pete. You really are an oblivious idiot. Kid, that woman has been head over heels for you ever since we first met her. And probably for a long time before that. Trust me, if you tell her, you’ll hear the same thing back.”
Peter stood baffled for a moment before looking at his watch. You should be home by now. You never really liked going out after 6 unless it was for a period run or food.
“I’ve got to go.”
“We’ll be waiting.”
The only thing was…as Peter got to your street, he was stopped in his tracks half-way there.
You stood on the front steps with Colton. You were laughing and leaning into him and he whispered things to you and then you kissed him.
You kissed him.
If he went over there…he could ruin the happiness you had with him. He might not like Colton, but you did. And that was what mattered to him. And, even if Clint was right and you did love him back, what was to say you’d say yes to being with him? And, even if you did, what if you couldn’t be friends? Then you’d lose one another. Forever.
He couldn’t risk that.
So, for the next two months, he watched you flirt and fall for Colton all the while his heart started breaking.
And then, for about three weeks, he didn’t see you.
And it was the longest three weeks of his life.
You had gone on a business trip - and Colton joined you. And, from overhearing Laura and Clint talk, you were going to visit Colton’s family since they lived in the area.
Part of him wondered if you’d come back engaged.
You’d only been with Colton under a year but he saw how you looked at him, and how he looked at you - despite not liking either fact.
But, one late evening as he was working on a couple new designs, he’d gone to the Cafeteria to get some food - he could hear you in his head, cursing him for not having a proper meal in the day.
When he came back, it was the first time he’d actually had a jump scare.
You were in his lab.
You hadn’t even called.
Friday hadn’t even told him you were in the building.
You were still you. Not that he expected much to change.
Your hair half down though the top was thrown into a haphazard messy bun. Your contacts must have dried out in the day since you were wearing your glasses.
You used to wear them all the time in middle school and high school but they got annoying after a while since they’d slip down your face and get dirty - despite having wiped them thirty seconds ago. Since you wanted to be an engineer and your hands were always full, you changed to contacts.
It was much easier to focus on the task at hand than the task and the potential of your glasses slipping from your face and landing either in a tank of oil or being crushed under heavy machinery.
You were wearing a pair of simple jeans that already had oil stains.
So, you’d been at work today.
And you were wearing his t-shirt.
His t-shirt.
Not Colton’s (unless he owned the same one, though he highly doubted it.).
His.
“You’re back!”
“I’m back!” you smiled.
Silence.
Peter was still stunned at the t-shirt.
He’d seen you in his t-shirt, maybe once in college, when the washing machine had broken and you had to hand-wash your clothes in his sink since your sink was broken.
“It’s nice to see you,” you tried to imitate his voice. “It’s nice to see you, too Peter. Yes, I did have a good time on my trip. I’m so glad you’ve come to see me.”
“Sorry,” Peter laughed a little. “It is good to see you.”
Peter came over and hugged you tightly before stepping back awkwardly and, if you didn’t know any better, you would have guessed he wanted distance between you both.
“How was your trip?”
“Good. I, uh, I secured the deal with the manufacturer. Everything goes to mass production next month.”
“It does? That’s amazing.”
“I know.”
Short silence and then, Peter asked a question he needed to despite not wanting to.
“Why are you not with Colton? Shouldn’t you be out celebrating?”
“Maybe.” you agreed. “But, uh, we- actually, I. I, uh, well…I broke up with him.”
Peter tried to calm himself.
“You did?”
“I did.”
“Why?”
“He was a great guy and all and I cared for him and his family were amazing but, uh, he…he just wasn’t…”
You - that was what you wanted to say. He wasn’t Peter.
“He just wasn’t the right fit. He…he wanted too much too soon and, I don’t know, I guess…I wasn’t ready.”
A pang of guilt played in your stomach.
You were ready. You were ready for all what Colton offered you; love, a family, a promise of the future. But you weren't ready to have it with him.
Despite all the shutting down of emotions, you still wanted it to be Peter.
“Oh, well…that’s good, I guess.”
“Yeah. So, I guess…that was it.”
“Oh, okay.”
Neither of you really knew what to do. Peter’s mind was screaming at him to tell you the truth. And your’s was banging on the wide open door in your heart trying to get your attention.
But neither of you moved.
Until Peter did.
“I-I, uh, I left something in the other- lab. I should probably finish-”
“Oh, yeah. Yeah, of course. I should probably head back home anyway.”
Peter began to exit the room but half-way out of the door, he stopped though you were too busy trying to keep your focus on the side desk in front of you to spot it.
“I’m done wasting time.”
Peter didn’t fully know what made him do what he did next, but no matter the outcome, he would never regret it in his life. Or, maybe he would, but in the long term, he might not.
Turning back, he hurried towards you and for a moment, you looked back up and he caught your gaze.
If you were going to kill him afterwards, he wanted his death to be worthwhile.
He kissed you.
Cupping your cheeks in his hand, he kissed you - deeply and passionately. Though he didn’t force it.
It was just as he dreamed and better.
Your head was spinning.
All the feelings you had ever felt for Peter all rose to the surface and once your brain registered the kiss was real, you kissed him back just as much.
Your hands that had been gripping the side of the desk to support yourself came to his wrists and then to his chest where you gripped him by the collar, pulling him closer.
His own hands raked through your hair, holding the back of your head to be closer to you and eventually, when you both had to break apart due to the lack of air, his head remained against yours.
Both of you were out of breath and holding one another as close as possible.
“Sorry, I just-”
“Don’t apologise.”
You pushed yourself to stand a little straighter, keeping him close to you before you opened your eyes to look at him.
“Don’t apologise. I was just a little…” you couldn’t find the words.
“Shocked?”
You laughed a little. “Yeah, let’s go with that.”
“I don’t want to scare you,” Peter told you. “But I need to tell you something and if you never want to speak to me again then so be it but if I don’t tell you soon I think I might combust.”
“I’m in love with you.”
You beat him to it.
“Sorry. I just…I am. That probably terrifies you. I’m sorry.”
“No, no. Don’t-” Peter let out a small laugh. “Don’t be sorry. Because I was going to say the same thing.”
“You were?”
Peter nodded and hummed. “I was. But you beat me to it.”
“I did, didn’t I?”
“I’m in love with you, too.” Peter told you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I know I should have but I just thought-”
“I wouldn’t like you back?”
Peter nodded.
“What a pair we make, eh?” you laughed.
“I know you said you didn’t want to move too fast but-”
“Peter, I only said that because…because I wasn’t ready for him.”
“What?”
“I broke it off because he wasn’t you. Colton was great and all but, that thing that didn’t fit? It was because he wasn’t you.”
“Then will you go on a date with me?”
You smiled. “I’d love to.”
“Great. I can’t wait.”
“Neither can I.”
Without a moment to spare, Peter kissed you again and you kissed him back and it was as if your first kiss hadn’t ever stopped. You turned a little as Peter held you closer and you felt yourself leaning against the desk. Before you knew it, you were sitting on the desktop, pulling Peter as close to you as physics would allow it.
The next day, you both went on your first date as a couple. A week later, you were official and Nat made it everyone’s business that yourself and Peter had finally become a couple.
The morning after your first night together had been special. Despite Peter having to get up earlier than either of you wanted him to, for work, you stood in the kitchen ready to wash the dishes from the night before he left through the front door.
Less than ten seconds later, he came back in through the door.
“Did you forget somethin-”
He cut you off with a kiss.
“That,” he smiled. “I forgot that.”
“I’m glad you did.”
“See you at lunch?” Peter asked, still holding you.
“See you at lunch.” you confirmed before he kissed you again, and again, and again.
“Okay, I’ll see you later. Love you.”
“Love you, too. Be careful.”
Six months later, you both moved in together before finalising the house you both wished to buy.
Two years later, you and Peter had made a home for yourselves, together and were planning a winter wedding.
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Black Magic Girl
Peter Parker x Reader
NSFW
Warnings: Smut
The request:
PLS! I have this request I was thinking about for a while and it’s like te reader is a witch that casts a spell on Peter, it’s kind of like a truth spell that also lowers inhibitions, and he literally ravishes her because of it cause he’s wanted her since he first met her and now he literally cannot control himself.
And:
I have read so many Peter Parker fanfics but the one I want soooo badly is where Peter Parker gets suuper dominant. Do you think you could write it? Pleaseeee 🌸
MY MASTERLIST
"Got me so blind I can't see
That she's a black magic woman
And she's tryin' to make a devil out of me"
- Black magic woman, Fleetwood Mac.
"Peter? Peter…" Your voice reached him like through a haze, or like he was underwater, your increasingly frantic tone cutting through the fog inside his head. "Please, Peter, please just… just open your eyes…"
He didn't want to, he truly didn't want to, his head was killing him and his stomach felt queasy. Almost as if he was hungover, but that wasn't possible.
"Ow… ouch…"
"Oh, thank the gods!" You almost sobbed in relief as his eyes fluttered open. He was ok. You helped him sit up on the floor, and he smiled, a little loopilly, at you.
"Hey…" He greeted, leaning heavily on you, so close that you could feel his warm breath on your face, "Wha- what happened?"
Peter frowned, taking a look around the interrogation room: the metal table, chairs and even the prisoner were overturned and laying messily around the both of you.
You flinched,
"I was trying to cast a spell…"
Oh, yeah, the spell, he remembered now. The herbs, the chanting, the rose-gold light.
"The truth spell," He recalled, "You were trying to cast a truth spell, for- for the asgardian dude…"
"Yeah…"
"What happened?"
You sighed,
"It kinda… exploded I guess"
"Kid! Are you alright?" Tony and Steve came running from the hallway, no doubt having seen the whole thing through the security cameras.
"Fine, Mr. Stark," He stood, steadying himself with your help, "just a little dizzy"
"What about you, doll, you ok?" Steve hovered over you and you could swear a soft growl vibrated in Peter's chest "This is our fault, I knew we shouldn't have let you try this alone"
You controlled the urge to roll your eyes, it was always like that with the Captain, he was always babying you, underestimating you. You hated it.
"I'm fine"
"But the spell backfired, it-"
"No… I don't think it did" You interrupted him, "I mean, it didn't hit me, it didn't knock me back like…" You trailed off. Like it had done everything else .
"Woah, Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good" Peter stumbled, both you and Tony holding him to stop him from falling face first on the floor.
"Kiddo, what is it? Talk to me"
Peter babbled intelligibly. You cursed.
"What? What is going on, y/n?" Tony questioned, visibly worried, ignoring Steve's automatic language protest.
"I-I think it worked. His pupils are dilated, we need to take him to the med bay, fast!"
"Why? I mean it's just a truth spell…"
"It's not just any truth spell" You snapped, "It's like… like a gallon of alcohol all at once, it loosens your tongue by lowering your inhibitions to the point of nonexistence! You tell the truth because the filter between your brain and your mouth disappears!"
Peter looked positively green now,
"Oh, shit! Take me to the med bay, take me to the med bay NOW! Mr. Stark, please!"
Tony's eyes flickered between you and his protege's terrified face, he knew exactly what Peter was afraid to tell you.
And he actually thought it was about time.
"Sorry, underoos, prisoner is waking up, we have to start this interrogation right away" he apologized, sounding anything but sorry, "but you can walk, it's not that far, you can lock yourself there until the effect wears out."
"Oh, princess, go with him, would ya? Make sure he doesn't get into any trouble on the way" Tony added as an afterthought. You nodded and took Peter's arm as you guided him out of the room, none of you paying any mind to the super soldiers protests.
"Please, you don't have to do this" Peter tried to disentangle from you once you were far enough from the older Avengers ears, "I- I can make it to the bay by myself"
You scoffed,
"Is that true?"
"No, I just wanna get away from you fast" Peter blurted out. You stopped dead in your tracks.
"What? Why?" You tried to keep the hurt out of your voice, you really did.
"Because" His breathy voice in your ear sent an unexpected shiver down your spine as he leaned even closer, putting more of his weight on you, "I don't trust myself near you right now"
You gulped. There was something in his voice, something you couldn't put your finger on. Something primal, almost dark. The shift in him was so sudden it left you stunned, dazed.
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"I mean it takes me a lot of self control to keep myself away from you" He explained, between gritted teeth, the struggle clear in his tone, "and I can feel that control slip away… I don't know… how much longer can I keep it together"
You turned to meet his eyes and you found them darkened with lust, with barely contained desire.
"What if… what if I don't want you to stay away from me?"
A helpless noise left his throat, a wordless surrender, as his will finally broke, as he crushed his lips to yours. He nibbled at your lower lip before licking it, before coaxing your mouth open with his tongue. You felt your body come alive, every nerve ending screaming for more, more of the taste of his tongue, more of his body against yours. You snaked your arms around his neck and felt his twist around your waist, one hand splayed on your back, pressing you closer. He started pushing you, walking you back, but instead of hitting the wall like you expected, you both kept moving. It wasn't until the back of your thighs collided with a metal table that you realized he had guided you into another interrogation room.
You grabbed onto the table to stop from falling back on it, and Peter took advantage of that to shove his pelvis against yours, forcing you to sit on it as he stepped between your legs. You gasped for air as he released your lips. He disentangled one arm from around your back. You heard, more than saw, the spider webs that closed and locked the door; you hadn't noticed he was still wearing his web-shooters under his black stealth suit. Another hiss, and the security camera was out.
"Peter… what are you doing?"
He ignored your question, capturing your lips again, pressing himself harder against you, his erection against your center making what was on his mind perfectly clear.
You pushed at his chest until he freed your mouth,
"Peter, wait, we can't" You tried to reason as his lips traced their way down your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, undoubtedly leaving marks. "You're under a spell, this isn't you!"
"But it is me" He contended, catching your hands in a vice-like grip, "I wanted you for so long… and you want me to, I know it. I can smell it on you" He whispered the last part against your lips, tongue peeking out to lick at the corner of your mouth.
"Wh-why didn't you…" You tried to focus your swimming head enough to make sense, "You never said anything"
Peter was on you again, kissing you with a ferocity you would have never believed the sweet boy capable of.
"I couldn't" He grunted, when he finally broke the kiss, "you're their little girl. The baby of the group. Their innocent little princess, who can do no wrong…" He shook his head, "And the things I wanted to do you. That I still want to do to you…"
You bristled at his words, you weren't even the youngest one. Peter was, actually. And he was twenty-three. If he was treated like an adult you didn't see why you shouldn't be. You wanted Peter to fuck you, not to put you on a pedestal.
You met his eyes, almost defiant.
"I'm not that innocent"
He licked his lips,
"Aren't you?"
You shook your head no,
"Show me" You demanded, "Show me what you've been dreaming of"
Peter smirked, grabbing your chin almost painfully,
"Ask me nicely"
"Please"
That was all it took, one word and he was unleashed, taking your hands and tying them at your back with another swoosh of his web-shooter, ripping open your plain white blouse, tiny pearly buttons flying everywhere. He buched it around your tied wrists, before taking a step back, admiring his work.
"I fantasized about this," He confessed, "every time we worked together at the lab: You, sitting pretty on the worktable, all tied up for me…" his eyes never left you, you flushed chest, your nipples hard behind your lacy pink bra, as he placed his palms on your knees, slowly sliding them up, "About slipping my hands under this ppretty pink skirt…" his thumbs met above your cotton covered crotch and he pressed, the fabric quickly becoming damp.
A soft moan left your lips as he rubbed up and down your slit. But it was muffled by a sticky substance suddenly covering your lips.
Peter chuckled at the dirty look you threw him. He lowered his head, breath hot on your breasts,
"I dreamed about gagging you up so they wouldn't hear your moans as I…" He brought his tongue out to lick one pebbled nipple above the coarse lace, "Yeah, just like that" He praised the muted noise you made, before bringing his hands to your chest, ripping the flimsy fabric from your body like paper scraps and really diving in, sucking and biting and bruising. He wasn't being delicate with you, he wasn't coddling you and treating you like you were about to break like everybody else. And you loved it.
He bit down on the swell of your breast and you looked down, surprised to see he hadn't drawn blood. He soothed the hurt with his tongue, looking up at you. You were gorgeous, all caught up in his webs, breathing hard and glossy eyed, already looking ravished.
He stood to whisper in your ear, as his fingers tugged your underwear to the side,
"I pictured burying my hard cock between your legs..." two long fingers breached your entrance and you let your head fell on his shoulder, "Over… and over… and over…" he punctuated every word with a sharp thrust of his fingers in and out of you, and suddenly you were glad he had gagged you. Otherwise you were sure everyone in the compound would have heard your wantom moans.
His thumb found your clit and your head fell back again and Peter took the chance to lift your skirt. The vision of his fingers glistening with your juices, gliding in and out of your pussy half covered by your white cotton panties, tableau vivant of your defiled innocence was too much for him. He took his hands off you, opening his fly and lowering his boxers just far enough to free his hard, throbbing member, impaling you in one go. You tried to get away from the sudden intrusion on instinct, he was way too thick, way too long. But he hooked his hands behind your bended knees, pulling you forward, farther down his oversized cock.
"Oh no baby," He scolded, "good sluts take what is given to them" his crass language made you shiver, and he smirked, "Don't you want to be my good little slut?"
You nodded, and his expression softened, as he snaked a hand around your back, bringing you closer, cock sinking into you deeper, inch by painfully delicious inch. Once he was buried to the hilt, he placed a tender kiss on your forehead.
"You did so good, baby girl. I knew you could take it all." His praise warmed your insides, and you relaxed into his embrace.
"Can you still make sparks with your hands tied like this?"
His question struck you as odd, but you concentrated in creating the flickers anyway, a shower of pretty lights all the answer you were able to give him.
"Good baby girl. I know I should have told you this before, but if you ever need me to stop or I do something you don't like, make red sparkles and I promise I'll stop"
You nodded your head, and he kissed you again, slowly starting to move his hips, dragging his cock almost all the way out, only to push his way back in, a little harder, a little faster every time.
"Oh baby girl… feels so good…" He moaned, "knew this would be… the best pussy I ever had"
You leaned back, bracing yourself on your bounded hands behind you, opening your legs wider, offering yourself to him.
"Yeah, like that… you like this, don't you? Like me fucking you… but sluts like it hard… and fast"
You made a noise of agreement, and he picked up his pace, hips driving into you, cock stabbing into you with no mercy. The pornographic wet sounds of skin slapping on skin resonating in the soundproof room, the sight of your pussy, juicy and red, swallowing his dick over and over… Fuck, he could see himself moving inside you, your skin rippling with every thrust, every intrusion of his massive cock. He was close, and you were too, he could tell by the way you were tensing up, the explosion imminent. But he wanted you debased, he wanted you desperate. He wanted you begging for it, begging for him.
He wanted to ruin you.
He slipped out of you, taking a step back, leaving you empty just as you were about to fall over the edge. He chuckled darkly at your stifled cry of protest, wrapping his hand around himself, pumping it up and down his length.
You looked thoroughly wrecked: cunt fucked open, hair a mess, clothes hanging in rags around your frame. So fucking beautiful and obscene, that only a handful of strokes later, and he was painting your chest on white ribbons, marking you with his come. He grabbed your chin again, lips pressing to your webbed ones and somehow, that felt dirtier than everything he had done to you so far.
You sobbed into the kiss.
"What is it baby girl?" He cooed, fingers delicately pushing your hair away from your sweat covered forehead. "You want to come?"
You nodded frantically. Peter applied something to your lips, dissolving the webbing. He took a step back.
"Show me how much you want it"
You didn't need to be told twice, jumping from the table and falling to your knees in front of him. You made eye contact as you nuzzled his length, and saw his sharp intake of breath. You hid your smile at his little display of weakness, at the small crack of his façade of dominance.
"You know how to do this?"
You scoffed,
"I'm not a virgin!"
"I know you aren't" He cupped your face, and you twisted to capture his thumb into your mouth, "You truly aren't that innocent, are you?"
You shook your head no, releasing his digit with a pop.
"Show me how dirty you are baby girl"
A new challenging look shone in your eyes,
"As dirty as you dare to make me. Use me, Peter. Fuck my face, please"
Fuck.
He was hallucinating, he had to be. Years of watching porn, of daydreaming of you and the filthiest fantasies his brain could come up with hadn't prepared him for this, for the reality of you on your knees for him, asking him to…
Fuck!
He caressed your cheek, his other hand tangling on your hair, angling your head just so. Your lips fell open and he entered your mouth, far slower than he had entered you. He had to take it slow, otherwise he wasn't going to last, not with you still staring up at him, angelic doe eyes bright and big and adoring. He started rocking his hips, withdrawing only to surge back, a little deeper each time. You tried to suppress your gag reflex, but every time your throat constricted around him it only seemed to spur him on. Breathing was becoming hard and your eyes started to glisten with unshed tears.
"You look… so beautiful… choking on my cock" His words were strained, as you tried to massage his shaft with your tongue to the best of your abilities, drool dripping down your chin. "Prettiest little slut… ever"
You hummed, pleased, and the vibrations got him cursing out loud. He would have liked to enjoy that sinful mouth of yours longer, but he could feel the rise building again, and this time he didn't want to waste it. He had to come inside you, show you who you belonged to.
He slipped out and helped you stand, massaging your jaw and cheeks with his fingertips, before pulling you close for another earth shattering kiss. You melted into it, into him. The feeling of his clothed body against your naked skin got you reeling.
"Please" You gasped into his mouth, "Peter… please"
"God, baby girl, you beg so pretty!" He turned you around, bending you over the table. The cold metal felt delicious against your fevered skin. You felt him move behind you, flipping your skirt over your back, rolling your ruined panties down your thighs. Not being able to see him, not knowing what would come next, made it all the more exciting, your body trembling with anticipation.
His rough palms grazed your ass, grabbing handfuls of your globes, spreading them apart.
"Fuck, baby girl, you're pretty everywhere…"
One of his hands left you as he guided his cock between your folds. He felt even bigger like this, his girth stretching you in all the good ways. You were so wet that he had no problem building up a fast rhythm right away, his cock gliding in and out smoothly, your body offering no resistance as he laid it into you hard, taking hold of your bound hands for leverage, easily moving you to meet his implacable thrusts, fucking you mercilessly.
You bit your lips, trying to reign in your moans and sobs.
"Oh no, baby girl… let me hear you… let them hear you"
You were to lost in the pleasure he was inflicting upon you to be able to form a coherent question but he must have sense your confusion, because he explained,
"The cap has a crush on you... did you know that?.. He hates it… makes him feel like a dirty old man" He leaned over your back, to place a filthy lick up the side of your neck, his punishing pace never faltering, "What would he say if he saw you like this… covered in my cum, moaning like a slut, taking my cock… God you take me so well, baby girl" it was him the one moaning the end of his sentence out.
To his surprise, you giggled,
"Oh god… he would have a heart attack!"
"You don't- don't care?"
You started moving with him, fucking yourself back on his cock,
"Rather be your cockslut… than his princess"
Peter growled, and suddenly he was on your back, his weight pinning you down. If you thought he was fucking you hard before, it was nothing compared with the pistoning of his hips now, as one of his hands fisted in your hair, turning your head so he could attack your mouth with his, and the other slid underneath you, finding your clit, rubing it in quick short strokes, almost painfully. The heat became almost unbearable, the coil tightening fast, your toes curling. You couldn't breath, trapped as you were under the onslaught of his cock on your already abused pussy, filling you over and over, owning you.
"Yes! Like that, give it to me baby girl… I can feel you coming… who's the one that's making you come?"
"You!"
"Say my name" He demanded, lifting you from your feet under the power of his thrusts, "who's the only one who fucks you like this?"
"You are, Peter!" You cried as your orgasm exploded. But he didn't stop, couldn't stop, not when he could feel your walls starting to squeeze him again, thight, so thight stars were exploding behind his eyelids.
"Louder, scream for me, baby girl!"
It was too much, his cock impaling you so hard it knocked the air out of your lungs, the cruel pleasure setting every nerve ending on fire, his moans and groans in your ear as he used your body ruthlessly and unforgiving, the new climax crashing on you, stronger and more intense that the first one.
"PETER!" You heard yourself scream, felt his hot seed deep inside you… Right before the world went black.
…
The next morning, you woke up in a bed that wasn't yours, wrapped in arms that cradled you like you were something precious, and fragile, but for the first time, you didn't mind. You vaguely recalled the soft cotton of your ruined top cleaning the mess between your legs, Peter's bare chest as he dressed you in his own t-shirt to preserve your modesty. As he gathered you close, carrying you bridal style to his bedroom. But you did remember the hot bath, your back to his chest, nested between his legs, hands exploring, caressing, soothing marks and bruised spots.
And you remember the love making, the both of you insatiable now that you finally had the other in your arms. The tender promises exchanged in the sacred darkness before sunrise.
Needless to say, you were in a good mood, not even Tony sending knowing looks your way, and Steve, avoiding looking at you and Peter altogether could sour your mood. They didn't matter. Or rather, Steve didn't matter. He was in love with his own version of you, with this image he had created in his head and you weren't sorry to shatter it to pieces. Tony was Tony, and you knew he was happy for his protegee.
It wasn't until you got inside your own lab (if you could call that the half greenhouse, half library), that your mood was shaken.
"Master!" You froze in the doorway as you saw your mentor, leaning back casually against one of the tables, looking at something on his Starkpad, "You- you're back early! I thought the council was still-"
"Those old hags are still arguing with each other" He interrupted your anxious greeting, "I grew bored of them. But now I am thoroughly entertained"
You knew it was your turn to talk, to ask what was it he found so interesting. But your words died in your throat. Your hands started to sweat, and you dried them on the skirt of your pretty pink sundress. Peter had been very insistent: Only skirts and dresses from now on, he wanted you ready for him anywhere, anytime. You felt yourself heat up and tried to get a grip; this wasn't the place, nor the time for such thoughts.
Loki finally raised his gaze from the screen, blue eyes piercing through you.
"Tony asked me to take a look at this footage, find where you went wrong and correct you" he snorted, "As if I need his input in how to best train my apprentice…"
He motioned to you to come closer, playing the video again for you.
"Do you want to know what I found, my little enchantress?"
You didn't reply. You didn't have to, anyway. He didn't need it to continue.
"Nothing. Nothing at all. Your work was flawless, as usual"
You dared a smile,
"Thank you, master"
He smiled back, amused, and you breathed in relief as you realized, he wasn't mad at you. He was pleased by you. "It does beg the question, why did your spell explode?"
Your smile turned into a smirk, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Because I wanted it to, of course"
He laughed, boisterous and loud and for a second, he reminded you of his brother. He was delighted, not because you had finally caught your little spider in a web of your own weaving, he couldn't care less about the boy. No, he was pleased that you had, at last, started following his advice, the one he had given you so long ago, one night you had come to him frustrated to tears, after the Avengers had refused yet again to take you into a mission with them, leaving you to paperwork and babysitting.
"I almost preferred it when they were afraid of me! At least back then they respected me…"
Loki had tsked,
"Oh, no, none of that! Always let them underestimate you, my little enchantress. Let them think you're the delicate flower in their garden, but be the serpent under it "
… And what a charming little serpent you were .
The end.
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Rising From The Earth
Series Summary: After months of trying, and several heats, and ruts, Y/N was now beginning her journey on her road to motherhood. All Steve and Bucky wanted to be is supportive and strong for their Omega, but life doesn't always run so smoothly....
Series Warning: a/b/o dynamics (the fun stuff that comes with that) Smut, Accurate Representation of Pregnancy and (eventually) Childbirth, Strong Language (18+ ONLY)
Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader X Bucky Barnes
Part One// Part Two// Part Three// Part Four// Part Five//
Part Six: Late Night Book Club
Chapter Warnings: Sexual Themes- Blowjob, Strong Language (18+ Only)
Word Count:2.4K
A/N: I know I usually do one of these at the end, but thanks to my new friend @bisexualbaby2001, has said that I need to clarify the ages of some of my characters. In particular Peter Parker. Peter is 18 YEARS OLD.
As I’ve said before I’ve been overwhelmed by the positive support guys, thank you soo much, it truly means a lot to me! xxx
Happy reading guys!!
22 Weeks.
You didn’t know what it was. Whether it was the low glow, of Steve and Bucky’s lamps, or the fact that the clock on the wall sounded way louder than it usually did. Or whether it was the fact that two growing lumps, where currently playing a game of chase in your womb. Whatever it was it was stopping you from falling asleep.
You let a frustrated groan, fall from your lips, which caused Bucky to look up from the book he was reading.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” He reached around your body, that was curled up in his side, to rub his hand the length of your spine.
“I can’t sleep.” you huff, Steve looks up from the tablet he was scrolling through, to give you a sympathetic smile.
“Do we need to turn our lights off, are they bothering you?” Steve traced his fingers up and down your arm. You sighed again and sat up from your squished position, between Steve and Bucky.
“I don’t know. These babies want stop wriggling. And I’m just so tired.” you voice cracks a little at the end of your complaint. Bucky looks to you with compassion, and pulls you closer to his side.
“Oh, baby. It’s alright. How can we help?” he rubs his hand over your knee, and you lean into Bucky’s side.
“I don't know that either. Can you just talk to me?” you look up at him, he gives you an empathetic smile, before he puckers his lips, and you gladly except his silent offer, placing a kiss on his lips.
“Of course we can, honey. What do you wanna talk about?” He helps you to lay down, Steve sets the tablet to one side, and lays with you, you both look up at Bucky.
“I don’t know.” you shrug, looking to Steve for some assistance.
“How about you tell us about the book you’re reading, Buck?” Steve suggests, you smile and nod, snuggling further into Steve’s arms.
“I don't know if you want to hear, sweetie.” Bucky grimaces.
“Why not, Alpha. Is it rude?” you giggle, and squirm, when Steve chuckles, before nibbling on your neck.
“No, no it isn't rude.” He defends, he angles the cover so you can read it, and you giggle again, only this time in adoration, when you read the title.
‘What to Expect When You’re Expecting’
“Thought I’d do a little bit of research before the pups come.” he says, a tint of redness graces his cheeks. and you couldn't help, but warm at the care and thought that your Alpha was putting into his future career.
“Wow, thanks for making me look like a bad Alpha, Buck.” Steve jests, squeezing you a little tighter.
“No Alpha, you aren't bad.” you twist in his arms, to pepper his face with kisses, just to prove to him he wasn’t a bad Alpha.
“Thank you, little one.” he praises, giving you one final kiss on your lips, before you spin once again in his arms, so you could rest your head on Bucky’s duvet covered lap. Your hands were still tightly clamped onto Steve’s, and every now and then, you would give them a little squeeze, which would be returned.
“Maybe, I should read you a few pages. To get you caught up.” Bucky laughs, and Steve chuckles, nodding resting his chin on your shoulder.
“We’ll start with where you are now.” he licks his thumb, before turning the page. He finds the page with the big 22 written across it.
“Right it says here: this week, your baby is making more sense of the world as it develops it’s sense of touch. Your baby’s grip is strong now, and it can grip it’s own umbilical cord.”
“Wow, we’re gonna have some strong little babies, I can just tell.” Steve smiles, rubbing along your bump.
“I mean one of their daddies, has a metal arm.” you joke, and both your Alpha’s grin at your words.
“The sense of sight is also becoming more fine-tuned. Your fetus can now perceive light and dark much better than before, even though the eyelids are still fused.”
“Here that babies, you supposed to know the difference between light and dark, so you should know it’s bedtime.” you prod your stomach, as you tell your foetuses off. Their response was just to roll over.
“They aren't listening.” you groan, lulling your head back onto the pillow.
Steve and Bucky both turn, so that they are propped up by their elbows, they pull the duvet down, and pull your nightshirt up.
“Pups, it’s your daddies.” you wiggle a little, as the sensation of their lips so close to your belly tickles. But you try and remain still, and look down in admiration, as your two Alphas begin speaking to your tummy.
“Your mommy wants to get some sleep. So you need to just chill out.” Bucky playfully scolds, a soft moan of annoyance escapes you as they continue to just do summersaults.
“That’s not working. It’s making it worst.” you sigh.
“Come on, babies. You need to let your mommy sleep.” They rubbed their palms over your stomach, but the babies just kept twisting.
And then...
You felt it.
It was faint at first, so faint that Bucky and Steve didn’t seem to notice. But you certainly did. You sat bolt right up, placing your own hand, where you just felt the little nudge from inside your belly.
“What, baby. What’s wrong?” Steve eyes, flash with concern. Both of the Alphas spring their hands away worried they had hurt you.
His voice only excites the babies again, and you feel another nudge against your palm.
“Feel, quick.” you grab their hands, placing it where your’s once was. You sit like that for awhile but nothing happens.
“I don't fe-” Bucky stops, his voicing catching in his throat, as his words, cause the babies to elicit another movement, right under his hand.
“Oh my...is that what I think it is?” Steve speaks, his eyes transfixed on your belly, as it jostles under his palm.
“I think so.” you breath a laugh, a third
“Are babies are kicking.” Bucky finally breaks his astonished silence, to press a kiss to your lips.
The babies continue to kick around your womb, and the three of you sit and gaze in wonder at your little miracle.
“Does it hurt?” Steve asks, when a particular kick, makes your back straighten a little.
“Not really. There is the occasional harder one, that leaves me a little breathless.”
“Take it easy in there, little ones. We love mommy.” he kisses just above your bellybutton.
“What does it feel like?” Bucky’s eyes were yet to move from your stomach.
“I don't really know how to explain it. It’s weird, really, weird. Just feels like someone is poking me, but from the inside. It’s strange.”
You sit like that for what feels like hours, both your Alphas feeling and touching your bump. Both taking it in turns to whisper something to your bump, and watch as it moved around, the feeling of a small lump pushing against their hands.
You leaned back against you pillow, the tiredness creeping up on you, as you let out a large yawn.
“Sorry baby, are we keeping you up. Do you wanna get some sleep?” Steve said, suddenly feeling guilty as he glanced over to the clock, to see the flashing red numbers reading, 2:35.
“No I don't want to ruin your fun.”
“Nonsense, sweetie. If you’re tired then we need to let you sleep.” Steve and Bucky moved from their positions either side of your bump, and rolled next to you. They squeeze you between them, Bucky allowing you some room, to lift your leg, and rest it over his thigh, to stop your knees from grinding.
“What should we call them?” you whisper, once you are all comfortable.
“We don't need to worry about that, yet sweetheart.” Steve smiles, you feel him press a kiss into your shoulder blade.
“But, have you thought of any?” you look over your shoulder, watching Steve trace patterns into your arm.
“I’ve thought of a few.” you faced Bucky as he piped up.
“What are your’s?”
“I’ve always like the name Dorothy, I like Dotty for short.”
“Dorothy.” you try the name out on your own lips, you didn’t hate it, you were certainly gonna put it on the list. “It’s cute, makes sense considering she’s gonna be little. Our little Dot.”
Bucky smiles as you say that.
“That’s a definite maybe.” you smile up at him. He grins looking rather happy with himself.
“What about boys names, we can’t forget about our little man?” Steve suggests, rubbing his hand across your stomach.
“Okay, so don't hate me for this..” you hold your hands up, already in a defensive position.
“Honey we could never.” Bucky brushes his nose with your’s.
“Okay, well... I actually don’t mind Samuel.” you squint waiting for Bucky’s response. He sort of just stared at you, as if he hadn't quite heard you.
“I like the name.” you feel Steve smile into your shoulder.
“Thought you would.” you hear Bucky mumbled, turning away slightly.
“It was only a suggestion, Alpha.” you curl into him, hoping by scenting him, he knows you still love him.
“I know, baby. I’m just not quite used to him, and you being such close friends.”
“Me and Sam, or Alpha and Sam?” you mutter, into Bucky’s skin. Bucky head snaps to you, before his eyes, dart to Steve.
“What was that, little Omega?” You feel Steve’s arms snake around you waist, and you giggle as he pulls you close to his chest.
“Nothing, Alpha.”
“Mmhm, sounded like something to me.” he nibbled on your earlobe, and you giggled and squirmed.
“I think, Alpha, feels left out.” you smile, pushing Steve’s head away.
“Aww, come here baby .” Steve says through puckered lips, pulling at Bucky’s arm, the supersoldier, pulling away.
“No, don't start something you can’t finished, our little Omega needs some sleep.
“I can sleep, Alpha, if you and Daddy want to have some fun?” you see his lips twitch slightly, when you call Steve daddy. You roll over Steve, and snuggle into the heat that Steve had left behind, as he perused the brunette Alpha.
“Come on, Buck. Give me a kiss.” Steve, rolls onto of Bucky, straddling his waist. Bucky turns his head, just as Steve tries to capture his lips.
“No Steve we need to go to sleep, it’s almost three in the morning.” Bucky tries to push at Steve’s chest, but he must have not been fighting very hard, as Steve easily overpowers him, smashing their lips together.
Bucky doesn't resist and soon moulds his lips with Bucky’s. You watch as Steve slips his hand between the two of them, travelling down and under the duvet. You know where it must have ended up by the Bucky’s hips jut up into the air.
“Fuck, baby. That feels so good.” Bucky groans into Steve’s mouth.
Steve pushes the covers away, watching as he leaves a trail of kisses down Bucky’s chest. All you can do is look on, and can’t help yourself, but get turned on.
You almost moan at the sight of Bucky’s cock, already hard and pulsating at the tip, a small trickle of pre-cum, dribbles from the top. Steve kisses up Bucky’s thigh, and around his shaft, narrowly missing it each time. You were glad to see that he doesn't only tease with you.
“Shit, Stevie. Please. Please, just put me in your mouth.” you feel a warmth spread up through your body ending at your core, when you hear Bucky beg.
“Considering you asked so nicely. You watching, baby girl?” Steve turns to your now wide awake figure.
“Yes Daddy.”
“Well, don't. This is Alphas’ time now. You need to go to sleep. We don't need you being little miss cranky tomorrow.” your mouth falls open at Steve’s request.
“Please Daddy.”
“No, darlin. Turn around and go to sleep. You said you could sleep through this.” Steve reminds you. He’s grasping the base of Bucky’s cock, and you glance up to look at Bucky’s face. It’s a little sweaty, his eyes are closed and his brow is furrowed, his mouth is hanging open, and every time, Steve adjusts his hand, a small grunt leaves his lips.
“Turn over, little one. Now.” Bucky growled, out of frustration as you were the reason, Steve wasn't blowing him.
You pout, but grab the bed sheet, and twist over, burritoing yourself.
“Good girl. Night, night darlin.” before you could give him any kind of sarcastic response, you are cut off by Bucky as he lets out a massive groan.
“Fuuuuck, Steve.” you can imagine in your head, with the audio being provided for you. Steve’s gripping the base of Bucky’s cock, whilst he kisses the tip softly, the same why he teases your clit. Before he licks a strip up your folds, and you can envision him doing the same to Bucky’s shaft, starting at the base, and slowly making his way to the tip, before wrapping his soft lips around it, and giving it a gentle suck, releasing it from his mouth, with a loud pop.
“That feels so good, baby.” you hear Steve hum around Bucky’s cock, at his words, which caused Bucky to elicit a load of loud grunts.
You peak over your shoulder, to see Steve’s head bobbing up and down, you can just about see his, hand is cupping Bucky’s balls, and he’s rolling them between his fingers.
You whimper at the sight and, Steve halts his movement. Looking up at you, with Bucky’s tip still in his mouth. He just points for you to turn over, but you jut your lip out, hopping that will make him cave, and allow you to watch.
He releases Bucky’s cock with a loud pop, and Bucky huffs in frustration.
“I thought you said you were sleepy, baby?” Steve quirks an eyebrow at you, he strokes Bucky’s shaft whilst he’s talking to you, which makes him breath a sigh of relief.
“I’m sorry Daddy, turns out I can’t sleep.” you pull the covers off of you, and full turn towards Steve.
“Then why don't you come over here, and help Daddy.”
A/N: A little bit of Stucky, for you guys. I’m getting a little more confident with writing gay smut. It’s just really hard, when you’re straight female, who don't own a penis.
Part Seven//
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Minnie-Marvel’s Magnificent Masterlist!!!
A lot of people have been asking for one (and it might help me organize my fics better) so here’s a master list!! Happy reading!!
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Gotta Catch Your Heart! (5/5) start here!
Advice from an Avenger (2/2) start here!
Moon Dance (1/1) read here!
Operation Juliet (3/3) start here!
Ice Cream Run (1/1) read here!
Crown Fell (11/11) start here!
Loki x Reader
Night Terrors (9/9) start here!
A Hellish Form of Jealous (2/2) start here!
Thor x Reader
Godly (1/1) read here!
When It Rains, It Pours (1/?) start here!
Bucky x Reader
Mend a Broken Heart (1/1) read here!
This is Not a Love Song (3/?) start here!
Steve Rogers x Reader
Chicken (1/1) read here!
Bruce Banner x Reader
Home (1/1) read here!
Stephen Strange x Reader
Sleep Tight Strange (1/1) read here!
Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Just a Quick Stop (1/1) read here!
Avengers x Reader
Discounted Avengers (1/1) read here!
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Glimmer Part 2 •Peter Parker x Reader•
Fandom: Marvel
Characters/Pairings: Liz (mentioned), Ned (mentioned), MJ (mentioned), Peter Parker x Reader
Synopsis: After Peter finds out that (Y/N) actually feels the same, he has to find a way to tell her, which is easier said than done
Warnings: insecurities, a really bad joke, I think just one curse word
Word Count: 1,451
A/N: I think I used y'all and y'all's a few times, but that's just part of my southern dialect (good ole Kentucky) and i hope it doesn't bother y'all (there it goes again). Anyways, I hope this isn't complete shit, and I hope you enjoy it.
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Peter watched you walk away, but he didn’t run after you. You thought it was because he didn’t feel the same, but it was actually because Peter was afraid. With Liz gone and on her way to Oregon, his protective shield was gone, and he’d have to face his true feelings. He didn’t know if he was ready, but when Ned told him that you felt the same, he had a little glimmer of hope that it was true.
However, the two of you were out of luck because you and Peter both had Biology first thing in the morning. If that wasn’t bad enough, you two sat right next to each other. You were in the girl’s bathroom, trying desperately to stop crying, but you were failing miserably. You stopped for a second, but then you heard someone talk about parks, which made you think about Parker and then Peter.
You were just a mess, but you had to find a way to gain your composer before you went to class. In an attempt to calm yourself, you began to think about Star Wars which was working, but then you remembered binge watching all of the movies with Peter. You were only able to calm yourself when you heard the tardy bell.
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You were sitting next to Peter, and you couldn’t find a single word to say to him. Peter was contemplating the same exact thing even though he had practiced what he was going to say, he forgot the second you walked into class. He noticed the redness of your eyes and your splotchy cheeks, and he instantly felt guilty. He was trying to find a way to cheer you up.
“Why did the bear dissolve in water?” Peter asked, a slight smile on his face. He remembered how you always loved his stupid science jokes, and he was hoping it’d work.
“Why?” You retorted, turning your head to look at him.
“It was polar,” he answered, earning a small giggle from you, which made him feel better. “Can we talk at lunch? I have something to tell you.”
You were afraid to say yes, but you couldn’t say no to his adorable face. You just simply nodded your head before looking down at the work sheet in front of you. Although you were trying to focus on your half finished worksheet, all you could think about was what he wanted to tell you.
Were him and Liz dating? Probably. Does he by some chance feel the same? Probably not. Does he just not feel the same? Are you enough? Did he just to stay friends? The questions didn’t stop.
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The bell rang meaning that it was time to go to lunch. You hurried into the lunchroom in an attempt to not have to deal with the long lunch lines. You were in luck because you one of the first ones there, and you were able to get the sandwich you typically got without having to wait in too long of a line. However, the bad thing was waiting for one of your friends to sit down, but for now, you were alone.
You tapped your fingers on the table as you anxiously waited for Peter, Ned, or MJ. Your eyes travelled the room, trying to see if you could find Peter. You just wanted to talk to him and get this thing over with because you just wanted the negative thoughts to leave.
You found Peter punching in his lunch number before walking towards y'all's table. You felt your heart rate significantly rise as he sat down in front of you. The two of you sat for a moment, not really knowing what to start with, so you just decided to do it yourself.
"You wanted to talk?" You asked, your voice coming out more shaky than you wanted it to.
"Yeah, um. It's about Liz," Peter quickly answered, regretting how it came out.
"As if you don't talk about her enough," you groaned, rolling your eyes. You picked up a piece of celery, taking a vicious bite out of it, which ended up with you biting your tongue. As if today couldn't get any worse.
"I mean, what I was trying to say was, uhhh," he trailed off like he does when he gets nervous.
"Spit it out."
"Well, Liz is moving to Oregon because of what happened to her dad, and it's kind of sort of forced me to do something."
You looked at him blankly, honestly getting fed up with him just beating around the bush. "Pete, seriously. Just tell me," you said, exasperated by him just not getting to the point.
"It's not easy for me to say, (Y/N)," he mumbled, blushing out of embarrassment.
"I don't even know why I agreed to talk to you. I knew you were going to just make it awkward. I get it, you don't feel the same. It's not that hard," you replied, getting up from the table.
You stormed away, throwing the rest of your lunch away since you lost you appetite. You found yourself crying in a bathroom yet again, thinking Peter didn't feel the same. However, Peter was trying to think of a way to admit his feelings, hoping it would go way better than it just did.
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You heard a knock on your door as you sat in the living room, watching Back to the Future. You quickly paused the movie, jogging to the door. You unlocked the door, cracking it to see the last person you would've expected. Peter Parker. You thought about closing it on him, but you couldn't. He was still your best friend.
"Hey, (Y/N)," he stammered, doing that really adorable thing with his hands.
"Hey, Pete. I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier. I understand you don't fe-" you began to explain before being interrupted.
"That's what I came here to talk about," he interjected, gaining slight confidence. "And can I come inside? It's kind of awkward for me to just keep standing in the hallway."
You pulled the door the rest of the way open, allowing him to enter. He slowly stepped in nervously wiping his hands on his jeans. You closed the door, locking it back. You two stood in the middle of your living room, the both of you shifting your weight awkwardly.
"I-I love you," Peter mumbled, not able to make eye contact.
"What?" you questioned, not actually hearing what Peter had said.
"I love you," he answered, finally looking up at you with his beautiful brown eyes.
You stood there, completely taken by surprise by his last sentence. The guy you have loved since middle school loves you back, and you couldn't have been more shocked. Your shock was almost instantly replaced with confusion. Why did he always talk about Liz? Why you?
"What- what about Liz?" You asked, running a hand through your hair, tugging out a few knots in the process.
"Well, I thought you didn't feel the same, so I to found someone else but it didn't work. It wasn't really working, but once she said she was moving to Oregon, it kind of just set it in stone. So, here I am."
"Why me, though? Why not someone who is girly? Why not someone pretty? Why not someone who deserves you?" You inquired, growing slightly more agitated with every question.
"I love you because you're perfect. You may not be to everyone else, but you are to me. I don't care that you're not girly. I like that you geek out with me, and I like that you understand my references. And quite frankly, I think you're pretty. No, you're beautiful. You may not wear makeup or dress up, but you don't have to. I mean, you can do your makeup if you decide to start doing that or dress however you want, but I love you for who you are."
You stood there speechless, looking at Peter who was slightly out of breath for talking so fast. "I love you, Peter Benjamin Parker," you whispered before stepping closer to him, kissing him right on the lips. It was kind of awkward because it was both of y'all's first kiss, but it slowly got better. However, you two pulled away pretty quickly.
"Wait, you're watching Back to the Future? I wanna watch. Can I?" He asked, getting side tracked by the movie paused on the screen.
"Sure," you giggled, grabbing his hand to lead him to the couch. You both sat down, hitting the play button on the remote.
You leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder. He leaned his head on yours as you two watched the movie playing on the screen in front of you.
What used to be a glimmer of hope was now a fucking a star.
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Defend (Peter Parker x reader)
HeroesOfOlympus: Heyyy y’all! It’s been far too long since I’ve last updated a fanfiction and I apologise for that. I’m kind of proud of this idea and I spent quite a while writing, and editing this. It’s still crappy like any other fanfic I’ve written but I kind of like it.
Description: Mad at Flash’s relentless teasing of Peter at the party, you break out of your shy and quiet shell to speak up for your best friend, Peter. During your banter with Flash, he purposefully addresses your obvious crush on Peter. After that, Peter confronts you about Flash’s words and something both of you have longed for finally happens.
Reader Gender: Female
Characters/Ships: Peter Parker x reader, Flash, Ned, mention of Liz
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slightly descriptive kissing, horribly written insults and the word ‘penis’ repeated
Y/E/C: Your Eye Colour
The pounding music suddenly faded away into the background and the obnoxious repeats of ‘DJ Flash’ came to a screeching stop. Curious as to why Flash had abruptly stopped playing the music, you turned towards the makeshift stage where he stood upon. The moment your eyes fell on his face and you saw the mischief dancing in his eyes, you knew trouble was soon to arise.
“When I say penis, you say Parker!” Flash laughed maliciously as his voice vibrated throughout the room. With a sneer on his face and a triumphant smirk, the crowd of students obeyed his instructions. Soon enough, the whole room of students was chanting the word ‘Parker, thoroughly enjoying ganging up on Peter and supporting Flash.
Although some of them still looked down on Flash for being a geek, the student body never took down the chance to taunt someone, especially when it came to Peter Parker. Some pupils were also slightly angry at Parker for making up lies that he knew Spiderman as he made those who believed him look like complete fools for even choosing to trust him.
Flash continued to chant, his ego gradually inflating as the many voices chanting Peter’s surname slowly became louder and louder. Soon, the room seemingly shook from everyone’s shouts and the echoes of Peter’s defiled name filled the house. With the adrenaline pumping, Flash began to raise his hands up in the air, egging the teenagers on.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Ned, one of your close friends, talking with somebody on the phone, no doubt Peter. You could see that Ned was as frustrated as you were with the whole student body mocking Peter but you could also tell that he was more upset with Peter not following through Ned’s plan to become popular.
Sighing, you ran your fingers through your hair as you thought about Peter, your best friend. You knew he was Spiderman, he had told you when he first crafted this new persona for him to take on, knowing that you were understanding and would support him through everything.
Even though he had that constant nagging fear that you might be hurt because of him and his second life as a superhero, he knew you would figure it out sooner or later. Plus, he was really bad at keeping secrets from you, which was understandable since the two of you had been friends since Preschool.
That was the thing between you and Peter, you both had absolute trust in one other. You had each other’s backs ever since you met and there was an unbreakable bond between the two of you. Even if you were held at a gunpoint, you would never stop being best friends with the boy, and vice versa.
That was why you couldn’t stand by and listen to the taunts of Peter when you knew you could do something. Gathering up all the courage you had, you took in a deep breath as you clenched your fists till the knuckles turned white, trying to plan out what to say and remain calm.
Unfortunately, your boiling anger got the better of you and before you knew it, it had erupted from you, making you unknowingly blurt out three simple words. “Shut up, Flash!” You managed to holler over the noise, and the chanting soon faded away, everyone shocked that you, Y/N the quiet and pleasantly nice girl, had actually shouted.
Widened eyes were trained on you wherever you looked, accompanied by dropped jaws from several of the students. Getting over his initial shock of you actually speaking loudly and talking back to someone, Flash threw his head back in laughter, making your heart pump even harder in anger.
Turning his attention back to you, Flash was startled to see your usual calm and slightly timid expression wiped away, replaced by something foreign on your face, which was anger. It was as if he could see the red boiling anger coursing through your veins that had made your eyebrows knit together, eyes harden and switch your signature kind smile with a thin line.
“Is someone mad that I’m calling their friend Penis Parker?” Flash taunted, putting on a childish voice that made several people laugh. Walking towards Flash, your boots thudded against the ground with each step you took, the crowd parting to leave you a straight line leading directly to the notorious bully.
Once you stood a few metres away from him, you crossed your arms over your chest, the hard look still on your face. “On the contrary, I’m not mad.” You stated simply, training your narrowed eyes on the bully in front of you. Without even needing to look, you could tell that confused looks were being exchanged between the students around you.
Sensing the confusion, you elaborated further. “I’m not mad because what you’re saying is true. Peter has a penis, although I can’t say the same about you since you have no balls.” The corner of your mouth tugged upwards as you smirked triumphantly at Flash, all the years of insulting Peter teasingly finally going to good use.
Hearing a few sharp intakes of air around you, you grinned smugly as you took in Flash’s flabbergasted expression whilst also thoroughly enjoying the reactions you were receiving from everyone. Opening and closing his mouth repeatedly, Flash shook his head and you could see the gears in his head turning, trying to think of a witty remark to shoot back at you and win this argument.
A slow conceited grin spread across his face and you swore you could feel everybody in the room, even those with front row seats to this drama, leaning forward and straining their ears to hear both of you, not wanting to miss out on any word being exchanged. “You know, Y/N, I don’t get you,” Flash started, still standing on his makeshift stage with the microphone in his hand.
“You’re not that stupid and you’re not that bad looking.” He admitted begrudgingly, giving you a once over, his eyes trailing all over your body as you shivered involuntarily. “If you didn’t hang out with the biggest loser in the school, you’d actually be cool.” Jumping down from the stage, he approached you, microphone in hand as he came face to face with you.
Raising his eyebrows expectantly with a cocky smile stretched across his face, he waited for your reaction. “I don’t hang out with you though. So, I guess I am cool.” You shrugged, studying your nails as you maintained an utterly bored expression whilst internally enjoying the crowd cheering you on. Peering up from your nails, you arched a brow, staring down at Flash as you waited for his next comment.
In a last desperate attempt to regain his honour and pride, Flash jabbed a finger into your chest, his face twisted in anger as he spat, “Why are you even defending Peter anyway? Is it because you’re hoping that by doing this, the guy would finally notice you as more than a friend? Don’t think I haven’t seen you stealing glances at the loser and envying Liz for the attention she’s receiving from Peter.”
Heat rose to your cheeks and you felt absolutely mortified that Flash had just blurted out your longtime secret in front of practically the whole school. Tears gathered in your eyes and you wanted nothing more than to give in to the temptation to run into a corner and cry your eyes out.
However, you were soon fueled by courage and anger once again, now even more furious with Flash for not only embarrassing Peter but you as well. He was nothing more than a bully and it was about time for someone to put him in place. Blinking away your tears, you had an almost maniacal laugh as you swatted away Flash’s hand.
Pressing a finger against the boy’s chest, your nail dug into one of his many designer shirts, whilst your eyebrows drew together once again. “I’m defending Peter because he's my friend, and friends defend each other.” You hissed, reveling in the pleasant triumphant feeling that filled your body the moment you saw Flash’s annoyingly egoistic smile wiped off his face.
“But you wouldn’t know what it’s like to have a friend, would you?” With that final statement hanging in the air, the right corner of your lips lifted upwards as you remembered a self-defense lesson Peter had taught you, leading you to unexpectedly punching Flash smack in the middle of his face.
Despite the pain that had welled up in your knuckle the moment it had landed in the middle of Flash’s face, you couldn’t resist the growing grin on your face as you heard the satisfying sound of a bone cracking. Immediately, Flash clutched his nose, which had cracked, as he yelled incoherent curses and threats at you.
Ignoring his pain and the guilt that was building up inside of you, you realised that everyone was staring at you and you felt uncomfortable under their intensive looks. Desperate to get the attention away from you, you turned abruptly on your heel, strutting out of the house with eyes filled with amazement focused on you.
Swinging your legs back and forth, you enjoyed the peace and quiet surrounding you as you sat on top of the monkey bars in a playground that overlooked the river. After the whole fiasco with Flash, you didn’t feel like facing all the judgemental remarks and stares from the rest of your cohort, especially the pity glances you had seen on your way out.
You hated those pitying looks. You knew that they only felt that way towards you because of what Flash had said about you and Peter. The only reassurance you had was that at least Peter hadn’t been there when everything had happened, you wouldn’t have had a clue of what to do if Peter found out you liked him, and not in a platonic way.
Sighing, you tried to erase the night’s events and felt a little smirk crossing your face as you recalled the astonished look you had seen on Flash’s face when you had spoken up. Suddenly, you heard footsteps crunching against the withered leaves on the ground and your head shot up, your eyes wide in alert.
Sliding down from the bars, you put your arms up as you shifted into a fighting stance, remembering what Peter had taught you. When you saw the familiar bright blue and red skin-tight suit, you sighed in relief, returning back to a relaxed position.
“Peter, you scared me!” You grinned from ear to ear as your best friend tugged off his mask, a wide grin similar to yours flashing onto his face. Motioning for him to follow you, you both strolled side by side along the riverbank, your hands bumping against one another occasionally, making your cheeks tinge red.
Seeing that scrunched up look on Peter’s face, you knew he had a lot of things to tell you, most probably about his sudden mission, and you waited patiently for him to rant to you. Lost in admiring the view and enjoying the comfortable silence between the two of you, Peter had to clear his throat a few times to get your attention.
“You know,” Peter started, wringing his hands nervously as you focused all your attention on him, hearing the seriousness and nervousness in his voice. You were prepared for him to give a long frustrated talk on his mission, so what he said next had been quite a shock. “Ned sent me a video. From the party.” He continued, adding the location as an afterthought.
Hearing those words, your immediate instinct was to bolt, run as fast and as far away as you could from Peter. However, before you could even decide if you should actually run, Peter slid his hand into yours, gripping it tightly. Thinking it was most probably because he didn’t want you to run off, you fought down the heat rising to your cheeks and nodded your head, waiting for Peter to continue.
“Thanks for sticking up for me. I know how much you hate getting attention from others, so thank you.” Peter said softly and genuinely, squeezing your hand affectionately which made it even harder for you to stop the blush no doubt rising to your cheeks. Trying to hide your probably obvious blush, you tilted your head downwards.
“No problem, that’s what friends are meant to do, stick up for one another.” Grinning brightly again, your voice had unfortunately wavered on the word ‘friend’ and you inwardly felt yourself slowly shrivelling away in embarrassment, hoping that Peter hadn’t heard the hesitation in your voice.
“Is friends just all we are?” Peter blurted, his cheeks turning even redder, eyes widening when he heard the words tumble out of his mouth as if he couldn’t believe he had actually said that. The instant you heard those words, trepidation began to fill you, constricting your chest and making it hard for you to breathe.
Coming to a sudden halt, you tugged your hand out of Peter’s gentle grip, instantly missed the warmth of his hand in yours but you shrugged it off, remembering the predicament you were currently in. Taking a shaky breath, you took a few tries before finally whispering clearly, “You heard it, didn’t you.”
Praying that Peter’s comment had just been offhanded and was a casual remark, you waited impatiently, rooted to your spot. Staring intently at Peter, he finally responded with a tiny nod of his head, you felt your whole world crashing down onto you.
This was it.
This was surely, no doubt, the end of your beautiful friendship with Peter. There would be no more laughter, no more teasing, no more of the once comfortable and easygoing relationship you two had. Instead, there would be awkward tension between both of you from now on and Peter would definitely detach himself from you, not wanting to get close to you as a desperate attempt to stop you from having a crush on him.
And that was judging on the possibility that he still wanted to be friends. He might actually even stop talking to you, in hopes of getting away from a lovestruck ex-best friend.
With the two horrifying possibilities in your mind, you wrung your hands nervously, taking a deep unsteady breath. “Look, Pete. Flash was just talking nonsense, as per usual. I don’t like you in that kind of way.” You lied fluently, giving a forced laugh. If it was anyone else, they would’ve believed you easily.
However, Peter wasn’t just anyone. He was your best friend and practically knew every single thing about you. Hence, your refusion to look at him gave it away that you were lying to him as he knew that you were probably feeling uncomfortable under his steady gaze on you.
But what if he was wrong? What if he was reading you falsely and maybe this time, you were just feeling jittery under his intense stare and not because you were lying?
In that split second, Peter listened to those thoughts and the hopeful look on his face had completely disappeared, now taken over by a frown. His bottom lip quivered as his eyes flickered away from you before settling back into you again. Deciding to take his chances and risk everything, he prepared himself for what he was about o say.
“But what if I want you to like me in that way.” He managed to choke out after countless of attempts with beads of sweat slowly forming on his forehead. Awestruck by Peter’s sudden bravery and words, your whole body became rigid as you openly stared at him with your lips parted slightly, thinking to yourself that this was probably just a really good dream.
“I really like you, Y/N. I really, really do. And...” Peter’s eyes stared out into the distance timidly before shifting back to you again. “I really want you to like me too.” Biting the side of your lips, you tried to gather up the same courage you had found when you had confronted Flash and you drew in a deep breath.
“I like you too, so much that it scares me sometimes.” You breathed, the short sentence causing the brightest grin you had ever seen on Peter’s face to appear. With the adrenaline rushing through his body, Peter boldly took a step towards you, cupping your cheeks in his hands.
Shyly, he whispered in disbelief, “Do you mean it?” Seeing the nod of confirmation, Peter cried out in joy, picking you up from the ground and spinning around with you in his arms. Giggling happily, you buried your head in the crook of Peter’s neck before he finally set you down.
With your arms around his neck and his around your waist, the both of you bashfully peered up from the ground, staring into each other’s beautiful eyes filled with nothing else but love and joy. Foreheads pressed against each other, you and Peter couldn’t help your faces from flushing at the close proximity.
The laughter had died down as the two of you were so focused and enchanted by the other person’s beauty that staring at each other was all you could both do at the moment. Suddenly, your eyes moved down from admiring Peter’s eyes and when you saw his lips, you couldn’t help but stare long and hard at it, dreaming about how it would feel against your own lips.
Looking up from Peter’s lips, you caught the brunette doing the exact same thing you had just been doing, gazing longingly at your red painted lips. It seemed like the same thought had been running through both your minds as your grips on each other had tightened, forcing you and Peter to close the tiny space left between the two of you.
Heart hammering in your’s and Peter’s chest, you filled up the tiny gap between your lips, pressing your mouth against his. The kiss was better than anything you could ever dream of, it was soft and sweet, and the feeling that coursed through your body was unlike anything you felt before.
You felt complete, like a missing part of you had finally been given back to you. Fingers sliding up from Peter’s neck, your hands ran through his incredibly soft wavy brown locks as Peter deepened the kiss, pulling you even closer to him. The kiss was less soft than it was before but it was still filled with the same amount of love and care.
Pulling apart, you smiled bashfully whilst Peter beamed, clearly unable to hide his utter joy at the fact that he had finally just kissed you. Taking a strand of your hair, which had been dangling over and covering your gorgeous eyes, Peter tucked it behind your ear, his fingers smoothly going through your hair before stopping at the back of your head.
Cheekily, he moved your head towards him with the hand on your head and engaged you in another kiss. Unable to resist the growing smile stretching onto your face, you smiled against Peter’s lips as you continued to mold your lips with his.
Thank god for Flash Thompson being more obnoxiously conceited tonight.
(GIF belongs to @petersbackpack)
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