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floshav · 16 days

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want you so bad.

Peter Parker x fem! reader

summary: Peter likes Mj. You like Peter. Everyday is hell when they're both in each others vicinity and you're sitting right behind the madness. You're so close to professing your love for him but you keep it under wraps because it seems like an impossible feat.

Warnings: intense yearning, slight steamy scene, kissing, alluding to smut

He brings his hat down, pushing his fluffy bits of hair to flair out at the ends of his hat. You quirk your head to the side wondering who he was trying to hide from or who he saw. Yet it was no surprise to find that it was Mj.

She walked in with her curly, unruly hair which made her look so, so beautiful. The freckles which danced on her face making her glow and it made you jealous. Why did her natural beauty shine through more than your own? Why couldnt Peter see that in you. Why couldn't you see anything in yourself.

His eyes darted around the park outside your school and finally landed on you. You looked at him with a knowing expression.

"Don't need to play it cool Parker. The whole school can smell your crush from here." You smirk.

He scratches the back of his head and pretends like he doesn't know you till' he gives you a defeated look.

"Whatever you say y/n...." It only takes a few more moments before he breaks

He musters out a breathy whisper which you've heard a billion times before. "Is that really MJ?" Peter gravelly asked, hands at either side of his head, giving in to the fact that he was definitely head over heels for her.

You try to hold in a sigh, " Yes, Peter. It is MJ. For the hundredth time this week!" You yearn out, half joke half seriously.

Peters shoulder's tense up as a dorky smile carves his lips. "Is she looking our way? Or is her nerdy ass stuffed in a book." Peter asks with wide eyes. The eyes which you found so adorable, palpable yet so far from the personal touch of your own fingertips.

You slowly turned your head around to glimpse at the curly haired girl who was indeed lost in a book.

"Yea, shes reading her book." You say as you shoot Peter a tight smile and hate Mj for being the stereotypical mysterious girl. You Wondered if he could sense the hurt beneath you. Of course not. He was just a boy after all.

"I wonder how her long eyelashes feel against her eye bags as she slurs through the words. Or how the spine of the book feels as her soft fingers inch it to crack. Ugh, I just want to count every freckle on her beautiful face. Ya think she's ever thought of me before?" Peter began to ramble sweet nothings to himself as if you were giving him your utmost attention and not thinking about how stars practically lived in his eyes as he talked about her. How you wish he was talking about you.

You felt that familiar soul crushing, heart sinking feeling that you knew too well. The feeling that every boy you've ever liked has given you. The feeling of being so close yet so far away was the final blow.

He placed both his hands on either side of his face again and began to softly bite his lip as he giggled to himself stupidly.

"What're you thinking about Parker." You ask playfully trying to lighten the mood for yourself.

"Her lips... her eyes.... her hair." He smiled to himself so oblivious to the fact that every compliment he gave her was a dagger to your heart.

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2 months

2 months pass and Peter has started talking to Michelle. Instead of walking past him, she smiles, she waves occasionally and has even said small hi's to him. The progress aches your yearning heart further into abyss but you ignore it anyway. Michelle has a new glow to her, she radiates beauty and the colour yellow ever since they started conversing. While you stay stagnant, radiating a plain old indistinguishable grey.

You're in Peters room, you two have just finished a major lego piece you've been putting off and the nights going great.

buzz

There goes your night you think to yourself.

Peter picks up his phone only to reveal his dorky smile again. Hes immediately stuck like glue and you hate it. You hate her. Even though you shouldnt, you couldnt care less.

You lay beside him as he smiles at his phone when in fact he should be smiling at you.

You snatch his phone and crush it, crush it to bits imagining it was Michelle jones, every bit of it Gone. gone to dust.

you snap out of your fantasy and return to see him stuck in her spiders web.

"Hey Peter" you coon

"Whats up?" He sets his phone aside and turns to face you.

Unknowingly you inch closer, and closer but the gap is barely noticeable.

Your eyes flicker down to his lips and you take in a breath. He notices the subtle gesture and his mind wanders.

"Have you ever wondered.." You trail off

"Wondered.....?" He repeated

"Wondered what it'd be like to.."

"to... kiss someone." You shyly whisper knowing you both haven't had your first kisses.

"I think it'd be amazing. Especially with someone you like. Imagine the feeling, the sparks flying. Just everything put into place." He says as he searches your eyes for a deeper meaning behind your facade.

"Yea... Someone you like." Your heart pounds solemnly at the thought that you'd never share your first kiss with your first love because he was tangled up in a love story of his own.

"Why'd you ask?"

"Just... felt like it."

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a month passes since that conversation and you see Peters lips locked onto Mj's as they share soft kisses beside the vending machine. You should feel happy for him but he's all you've ever wanted and you've just lost him. You want to scream, shout, cry but you don't have it in you anymore. You just don't care.

Peter pulls away and Mj has a wide smile plastered on her face. Something you rarely ever see from her. Your mind wanders to what Peters lips would feel like. Soft.. Plush and warm. The wetness of lips on lips makes you aroused. The sounds he'd make if you did something a little more. He was seemed like the type you thought to yourself. The way his face would be so flushed after you'd litter him with affection and kisses. Him gaining more confidence as you went on. Mj watching on the side. You hadn't even realised a dampening form on your panties until you shifted around. You wanted him so so bad, but all you could do was watch from the side.

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modernstoner · 3 years

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Grey Hair| P.Parker

(a/n): Hola bitches, sorry for not updating I wasn’t too motivated lately. THIS IS SO BAD BUT TRY TO ENJOY IT OML

Summary: While Peter was playing with your hair, he finds a grey hair and you have a quarter life crisis.

Warning: none. (Y/n) is bit dramatic lol

w/c: 687

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You were tired. Like very very tired. You just wanted to relax in your dorm with your boyfriend, Peter.

“How was school today?” Peter asked you, positioning himself so you and him could cuddle.

“Horrible. I witnessed Mr. Carson getting a blowjob under the desk.” You gagged thinking about it while Peter snaked his arm around your waist.

Peter’s eyes widened. “Seriously? Isn’t he like 60?”

“He is kinda hot.” You teasingly watched as Peter got jealous and threw a nearby pillow at you.

You dodged, getting up from the couch, getting into a fighting position. “Are you seriously going to fight me? Spider-man? A superhero?” Peter smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes. “You might be spider-man but I grew up with my grandma throwing slippers at me.” You got the pillow that Peter used it on you and you yeeted at him with all of your strength combined.

Peter pretended to be hurt by yelling ‘ouch’ and fell on the ground, softly. “Oh my god. My girlfriend is stronger than me! Please, tell my family I love them. Our saviour and god, Lord Farquaad shall take me to the heaven.”

You were laughing your ass off at Peter’s dramatic but yet, ridiculous speech. “You’re saviour and god is Lord Farquaad?”

“Yeah, why not? He looks like Noah Schnapp when he was in the first season of Stranger Things.” He shrugged, fixing his messed up hair.

“Netflix really did him dirty with that hair.” You agreed, deciding to sit on the floor, your back against the couch.

“Your hair looks like shit.” Peter commented as you dramatically gasped.

“How dare you insult my gorgeous hair.” You flicked your hair as Peter rolled his eyes.

“Literally. It looks like shit. Let me fix it.” He said, siting on the couch and you sat between his leg.

His finger started to brush your tangled hair making you yelp in pain. He mumbled a sorry. You started to relax, Peter always did an amazing job comforting or relaxing you. You sighed, starting to fall asleep when Peter said; “Oh. My. God.”

“What?” You questioned, eyes closed, refusing to open them.

“I just found a grey hair.” He said. Now that has caught your attention.

You opened your eyes, quickly getting up, looking down at Peter who was siting on the couch. “What?” You asked, carefully not to scare him.

Peter gulped, beginning to feel his palm sweat. “Grey h-hair in your h—”

“Oh my god!” You screamed in pure agony.

“(Y/n), baby, I — “

“I’m old!” You cried, kneeling down, putting your hand on your hair, rocking yourself back and fourth.

“(Y/n), It’s not a big deal. I—”

“Not a big deal?”

Oh no.

“Not a big deal? Really, Parker? I am becoming old. I—I’m dying.” You cried even more.

“You’re 22. You are not dy—”

“I can feel myself dying, Peter. I can see my grandma from Heaven.”

Peter sighed, obviously regretting to mention about a one strand of grey hair. “Peter.” You said in a very warning tone.

Peter hummed in response, just observing your tears coming from your eyes. “If I die, Peter...you’re coming with me.”

Peter already knew you were going to say that but he couldn’t understand if it was a joke or not. “O-Okay. If it makes you happy.”

He watched as more started to come from your eyes. “No, you stupid simp. If I die, you find someone better—” You were cut by Peter kissing you.

You kissed back, a single drop of tear coming from your eyes and Peter wiped it off. “Find someone better? I guess I’ll die alone because I rather be dead with you, (Y/n).”

“Awwwww. Peterrrr.” You snuggled up to his chest. Both of you ignored the fact that you two were on the floor.

The rest of the night was more calming, little jokes here and there, talking about the future. You two slept on the floor, just cuddling with each other. Was it uncomfortable? Yes but both of you didn’t care because as long as you two have each other, everything is perfect.

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tomandjaebae · 3 years

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Hello! Here I am once again looking for a fic 😊 if you guys could help me, It’s about reader having a crush on Tom (tom is Cupid and reader is a worker or some like that) and she thinks he doesn’t like her because he always walks away and things like that but one day they have to work together and they talk and he asks her if she already met the love of her life and when she asks him he says I have or I know I have something like that. I’m sorry I know I don’t make sense but if this sounds familiar to anyone please help me 🙂❤️❤️

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xoluvx · 4 years

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fireworks ✨ peter parker

A/N: I wasn’t going to write anything for New Year’s simply because I haven’t had the motivation or inspiration. However, as I laid in bed listening to the fireworks, this started circulating in my brain and I had to write it down. It’s not a very cheerful new year’s eve piece, it’s a little angsty but fluff ending. Enjoy. ♡

Word Count: 994

New Year’s Eve. You didn’t understand the hype. You never had. It was just another day. A day closer to the future; your future which was unpredictable.

Not to mention the fireworks. You hated the fireworks. They were the worst part of it all. Why the hell did people start popping fireworks so early in the day?

The first one had gone off when you were washing the dishes. Going about your day like any other. It nearly gave you a heart attack. The bowl you were scrubbing clanked on the sink loudly. It didn’t help the anxiety that ensued in you when you heard that first firework.

Your heart was beating at an unreasonable rate. It was like it sunk all the way down to the pit of your stomach. You were having a hard time slowing your heart rate. The bowl long forgotten as you clung to your chest remembering to breath in and out. Inhale. Exhale.

The surface under you was shaking. Wait, it was your hands. They were shaking uncontrollably as you tried really hard to remember it was just one day. You could get through one day.

One day. You repeated in your head as you rested on your couch curled up. The laptop resting on the armrest of the couch was eating you alive. Three hours. You’d dedicated three hours of your day to the enchanting picture box. Your eyes were growing heavy and you’d slowly started drifting to sleep when the second firework came. This one was a string of fireworks.

Your body jolted at the harsh sound ringing in your ears. The laptop nearly toppled off of the couch. The sleep was knocked out of you. Your body sat straight, your feet planted on the rug.

Inhale and exhale. You repeated. Your body and mind were calming down when you heard the front door creak. Your body went into panic mode once again. Your fingers dug into the cushiony foam of your couch and your toes curled into your fuzzy socks.

“Hey,” Peter’s sweet voice filled the apartment and your body instantly relaxed. Your feet worked faster than your brain as you stood from the couch. You ran towards him, your arms outstretched wrapping around his neck tightly. Peter was taken aback. The wind almost knocked out of him, but he didn’t hesitate. He wrapped his arms around your waist holding you close.

The two of you stood that way for a few seconds. You were the first to pull away, your hands on his cheeks as you examined his face. “Are you okay?” you asked softly, your brows lifting in worry. Peter looked at your funny. His neck snapping back as he chuckled a little. “I’m fine,” he replied giving you a tender smile.

He was clearly okay. Why were you asking a silly question?

Then the third came. Honestly, you’d lost count but this one was louder than the previous. Only one, but it’s all it took for you to squeal and shut your eyes. Your hands fell from his face, resting protectively against your chest squished between his body.

Then it clicked for Peter. His demeanor soften, his shoulders slumped, and his arms spread across your back.

“Hey, I’m okay.” His voice was soft as he wrapped you in his arms protectively. Your head rested on his chest. You could hear his heart beating, the rhythmic sound brought you peace and you tried to match your heartbeat to his.

Peter walked you back to the couch. Your body planted next to his as he sat. His fingers still laced in yours. Your eyes were shifty, never focusing on Peter. That is, until he hooked your chin with his finger encouraging you to face him.

Your eyes met and his were a big pool of milk chocolate. You made a mental note to get lost in them later.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked moving his hand to your cheek. His thumb caressed your skin as you nuzzled your face into his palm wanting to feel his warmth. You nodded your head weakly.

You were okay. Physically. But mentally, you were drained. The fireworks drained you. They scared you. They triggered your anxiety and they only reminded you of the danger Peter was in every night while out patrolling. It only reminded you of the gunshot that barely grazed his skin and how you had to stitch him back together. It only reminded you of the missions he’d go on and the countless hours you spent hoping he was okay. Hoping he’d return in one piece.

(He always did).

The tears that were welling in your eyes were now rushing down your cheeks, but Peter was quick to wipe them. His head lowered to your level as he cooed trying to calm you down. But you were past that point now, the tears were uncontrollable. How could a thing that was meant to celebrate the commencement of a new year make you feel so shitty?

Your body shook as you bawled into Peter’s chest. His arms wrapped around you securely rocking your body, occasionally rubbing your back. Stroking the back of your head as he press his lips on the top of your head. He allowed you to let it out until you’d forgotten why you were crying. Until the tears had dried, your mind was exhausted, but the heavy feeling lifted from your chest.

“Happy New Year,” Peter muttered against your head. Did you really just cry through the new year?

You sniffled pulling your head up to face Peter. His unwavering smile shone bright. Brighter than the fireworks and a hell of a lot sweeter. His smile could fix anything and you could look at it forever.

Maybe this year would be happy because even though you despised them, you felt fireworks when your lips caressed his. Every spark was there. Shooting through your body, coursing through your veins. Fireworks. The pleasant kind.

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tomsfish · 4 years

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Hello everyone! Today I'm going to be trying some writing out! I hope you enjoy this because I have no idea what I'm doing!

AN:

Y/N = Your Name

F/N = First Name

L/N = Last Name

Y/F/C = Your favourite colour

Summary: Peter is a regular at the icecream parlour you work at, but what will happen when you become friends?

Word count: 4.8k

Warning: May contain spoilers for Game of Thrones, some cursing involved

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"Hello there! My name is Y/N, how may I serve you today?" You said brightly, your tone masking the boredom you felt. You had worked at this parlour for almost six months now, and it was hard to lie, you were sick of it. It was difficult balancing school and work, you never had any time on the weekends anymore. All you did was scoop Ice Cream and clean down the counters at the end of the day. The customer gave you a little smile, his eyes sparkling as he deliberated. He was cute, his hair flopping over his forehead. Sea green eyes glancing up at you and down at the display in front of you.

"Hmm... I think I'll have the double chocolate, two scoops." He said nodding his head. His straight hair bounced as his head bobbed.

Subconciously biting your lip you met his eyes. "What kind of cone with that?" You asked, looking at him through the wisps of hair falling from your head. He went to your school, you assumed, although you didn't recognise him. Surely you would remember such a hot face if you had seen it before.

You watched him as he thought, his eyes squinting to the side. He was framing his face with his thumb and first finger, his hand covering his chiselled jawline. "I'll get a waffle cone please," he decided looking back at you.

"Yes sir," you grinned, tucking your hair behind your ear as you reached to pick up the icecream scooper. You expertly rolled the scoop across the surface of the deep brown iceceam. You made an almost perfect ball. Then you remembered you needed a cone, how stupid of you to forget. You reached over the counter, gods you were short, trying to get the cone without having to put down the scoop. As you leant over this hot stranger got a glimpse of your cleavage in the right shirt you were forced to wear under you apron.

Grabbing the cone you giggled, "Sorry," as you put the scoop into the cone. Your hand once again rolled another scoop of icecream, pressing the release button on the spoon so the frozen desert went perfectly into place. "Is that all?" You asked wrapping a napkin with the shop's logo around the cone, putting it into the metal holder.

He shook his head, "Nope I'm just waiting for my girlfriend to reply to me so I can get her something." He said looking over your shoulder, avoiding eye contact.

"Oh okay." You replied, rubbing your lips together and looking around awkwardly. The silence grew painful so you decided if he wouldn't break it, you would. "Lovely weather for icecream isn't it!" You beamed, a large fake smile spreading across your face.

"Yeah," he replied in a monotone voice, "Real sunny out."

"Yep," you said, sighing. Well this was awkward. I mean you might as well try to speak to him, there was no reason for it to be awkward whilst you waited, "So how long ha-" You started before being cut off by this stranger.

"Okay and I'll get a salted caramel with caramel sauce in a waffle cone. Thanks." At least he wouldn't be here much longer.

"Gotcha, coming right up!" You announced, smiling although it was obvious to everyone you were dying inside. Hurriedly you made the icecream wrapping the napkin haphazardly and jamming it into the holder. "That'll be five dollars and twenty five cents please."

He handed you the coins and notes and grabbed the icecreams, not even waiting for you to ask if he wanted a receipt. As he got to the door he was almost met by the glass hitting him in the face as Peter walked in casually. His face went bright pink as he walked into the wall on the way out, trying to avoid from bumping into Peter. As he got out the store you relaxed hurrying your head into your hands as you leaned on the counter.

"Why was he in such a hurry?" Peter laughed, walking up to the counter.

"Don't even askkk," you groaned looking up. "Oh good my favourite customer," you mumbled sarcastically, rolling your eyes at Peter.

"I know I brighten up your entire week Y/N! Also I'm asking." He laughed, his chocolate brown eyes glistening.

"I mean do I even need to explain?! Did you see that guy!" You complained, scrunching up your nose.

"Yes, he wasn't that hot, I mean you could do better," Peter blushed, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards.

"Yeah right," you rolled your eyes, "Anyway, what do you want loser? Usual chocolate icecream?"

"Am I that predictable?" He asked, mock surprise in his voice. "Actually no, I'll have a strawberry milkshake." It was your turn to be surprised, only for real this time.

"But you always get chocolate!" You poured, "You can't break tradition like that, it's not cool." You huffed.

"I didn't feel like it today." He shrugged.

"Okay, one second then." You turned round, your little skirt swirling around your legs, settling just below your bum. You hated your uniform a lot, but this was a job, and jobs pay money, so, what could you do?

You pushed a few buttons and placed a little glass under the spout of the machine and watched as the pink frothy liquid poured out. You broke your eyes away from the machine and looked over at Peter, "So what ya been up to?" You asked him as the machine did it's thing. Peter was looking down at something behind the counter, you wondered what it was so you too looked down, trying to figure out what it was.

Shaking his head Peter stopped staring at whatever it was and looked confused, "Sorry, what did you say?"

"I just asked what you were up to, but you weren't paying attention," you sighed picking up the glass, "Whipped cream?"

"Ohhh not much, and I was just looking at um, some dust. And yes to the whip."

You made a little swirl of whipped cream on the milkshake, finishing with a flourish and handed the shake to Peter.

"It's on the house, you must not be feeling well to get it." You smiled at each other as you went to sit down at one of the tables. It was so quiet, even though it was a gorgeous day. You guess not many people are buying icecreams on a summers day at 9am. You had no idea why Peter came in so early, but you weren't complaining. It was always a good start to your day to see a familiar face drop by.

Peter picked up his spoon and started eating the whipped cream off his milkshake and getting some on his nose in the process. You giggled, he was oblivious to it. "Wipe your damn face you clown!" You laughed at him.

"Where?!" He panicked.

"Right under your nose, idiot."

Peter tried to lick his upper lip, missing horribly and just making more of a mess of himself.

"Oh my god you are an actual child." You sighed in an exaggerated tone.

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

You continued arguing playfully until you heard the ding of door opening. You hurried over to the counter and gave Tom a little wave as you began to serve your next customer.

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"Dad, I'm home!" You yelled slamming the front door. You were bright pink from your walk home. It was boiling hot outside and today had been a busy day. You were thankful you only worked until 3pm on Sundays.

"Hi honey! Can I talk to you?" Your dad called from the kitchen. You walked around the scratty old red sofa in your living room and took a seat at your kitchen table.

"Sure thing. What is it dad?" You chipped, standing up and going to the cabinet.

"It's about your mother," you stopped in your tracks, hand midair, "There's no easy way to say this but, she wants you to move back in with her." You turned around, hitting your head on the sharp bit of the cabinet in the process.

You rubbed the back of your head in pain, "Ow! Is that it? I thought you were gonna say something awful had happened. Oh dad I'm gonna miss you I swear. When am I moving?"

"Watch yourself honey! You'll be moving tomorrow. You'll be happier there I suppose. I'll help you pack your bags, you don't have much stuff anyway." You can over to your dad and gave him a big hug, squeezing him right, holding on as if your life depended on it. When you looked up your dad had a tear in his eye.

"I'm afraid.. that's not it."

"What?"

"She wants you to move schools. She says your school isn't good enough." He said in a mocking tone. "It's bullsh*t if you ask me, you're doing fine at school."

"Oh for f*cks sake! Why does she have to move me again!" You closed your eyes trying to calm down. You took a deep breath in before saying, "I'm going to go get my things."

You rushed off to your room, tears in your eyes. You couldn't bear to leave your dad, you loved your mum too but you had a special connection with your father. Why did this have to happen. On top of that she had to be the new kid. Again.

To take your mind off things you decided to watch some TV whilst you gathered your things. You were on season four of Game of Thrones and you were mesmerized by it. You watched as the aftermath of the war plagued Sansa, her brother and mother now dead, along with her father. You watched Joffrey do all the dickish things he did. It was such a great show, and it sucked you away from the sorrow for a while.

You finished packing, unsure of what to do now. Your school stuff! Of course! You would have to take your old notes, your old supplies still. You searched your tiny room for your box of art supplies, which were shoved under your bed. There wasn't enough time or room here to ever do art although you loved it. Picking up your sketch paper and favourite pencil you looked out your window into the summer sky. You imagined Spiderman swinging from building to building, like you had seen on TV. You looked down at your paper and began to draw your thoughts, rough lines at first before you went over them, taking care. You found your pencils, the ones your mum had got your for Christmas a couple years back. They were amazing and you loved them. Each stroke you did was carefully placed, you build dimension through the colour so it had to be perfect. After several hours, once you had a sore back and neck you sat back, looking at your work. It was amazing, even though you hadn't draw in a while. You weren't one to boast but it was the best thing you've ever done.

Your stomach rumbled reminding you of the passed time. Dinner, was the word which came to mind. You pulled yourself off the bed, glad you didn't have any homework to do since you weren't going back to school anytime soon.

You wandered into the kitchen to see if your dad had begun making dinner yet. Empty oven. Sighing you opened the fridge to see what there was. Leftover chicken, and then peppers and onion. As you peered into the bread bin you saw some tortillas and figured you could make fajitas. It wouldn't take too long and both you and your dad liked it enough.

You sliced the onion lengthways making rings of the stuff and fried it in a small frying pan. After a while you added the pepper and chicken, stirring it occasionally. You added the spices, taking in the amazing scent. Finally, after half an hour, it was ready.

"Dad, dinner!" You yelled from the kitchen. You heard a scrambling and his footsteps in the hall.

"It smells great sweetie, thanks for cooking. I didn't even notice the time." You noticed his dark circles from staying up all night and his ruffled hair from running his hands through it so many times.

"Work?" You asked sympathetically. He didn't even reply, just nodding. You picked up a wrap and put some mixture onto it for him. Carefully you folded in the ends and rolled it, making a cute little burrito. You popped it on a plate and handed it to him.

"Here you go dad." He smiled weakly and picked it up whilst reading the newspaper. You repeated those steps for yourself, this time adding cheese. You didn't understand how he didn't like it, it was honestly one of the best things ever invented.

Smiling to yourself you sat down, listening to a podcast as you ate. Things like that were the only things which could distract you from your work and school.

Finishing your food you stood up to do the dishes.

"No love, I'll do them, you made dinner." Your dad said. You smiled greatfully at him. You were beyond tired, you just needed to sleep at this point. You slumped onto your bed and lay down, not even bothering to get changed. You had changed when you got home, and you could sleep in leggings and a shirt. You closed your eyes trying to sleep but your mind kept wondering to earlier that day at work. It was so embarrassing, he was really hot, and you had made a fool of yourself. It's fine though, you would never have to see him again.

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After twisting and turning for about an hour or so you eventually fell asleep and before you knew it, it was morning. You didn't have to go to school that day as you were moving, the one good thing in this whole situation.

You were just rubbing the sleep from your eyes in the bathroom and splashing your face with cold water when the doorbell rang. Why did your mum have to pick you up so early?

As soon as you opened the door she wrapped her arms around you, cradling your head with her hand. You were her baby, no matter how old you were.

"I missed you so much babygirl," she mumbled into your hair. She was considerably taller than you, and you feared you had got your dad's short genes.

"I missed you too mum." You replied, your voice lost as your face was buried deep in her sweatshirt.

"Run and grab your stuff, and say goodbye to your dad." You nodded and pulled out your three suitcases from your room. You looked around it, taking in its smell, the feeling of home one last time. You weren't moving far away, not at all. You were still only about a ten minute walk from work, just the other direction. But you knew you wouldn't see your dad for a long time.

Taking a deep breath you wheeled your stuff out to the front door for your mum to take down to her car. You looked over at your dad who was standing outside his bedroom door. He had tears in his eyes, he would miss you so much and you knew it. You ran over to him, instinctively wiping the tears which now trickled down his face. You didn't even realise until your dad wiped your face that the same thing was happening to you.

"At least you'll have your own office now." You laughed through the crying.

"What am I going to do without you?" He sighed. "Stay safe. And whatever bloke your mum has, always remember you're my little girl.

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Walking into your new room was like a dream. If was three times the size of your room at dad's, the walls painted a beautiful Y/F/C. The long white curtains framing the window was just so elegant, and the fairy lights strung around your room looked almost magical. You realised that at dad's your room was practically a glorified cupboard. You were so lucky now.

You decided you just had to organise your things, you needed to have an organised closet at all times, so that was your top priority. Finally the room looked your own, so you decided to spend your time drawing now that you didn't have anything to do. Sitting down at the new desk you placed your sketchbook and kit on it. You began to sketch whatever came to your brain, but none of it seemed right. Every drawing you did was just... off. Frustrated you decided to go to your new bookshelf and pick out a book.

You surveyed your options, none of them really catching your eye. "Screw this." You sighed and you lay on the crisp white sheets to watch Netflix.

It was deep into the night and a message popped up on your screen. Are you still watching? What was that supposed to mean Netflix?!

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Waking up in the morning you realised you were infact, not still watching. What time was it? You glanced at the clock, 6:30am. You needed to look decent for your first day you supposed so you reluctantly rolled yourself out of bed. You landed on the floor with a thump as you army crawled over to your closet. Too early. You thought to yourself.

You pulled yourself up off the floor and stared at your wardrobe, contemplating what you should wear. Surveying your options you whittled it down to two outfits. You had a simple loose black spaghetti strap tank top with your favourite jeans and a belt and a cute black skirt and pink shirt combo. You weren't entirely sure of the schools dress code yet, but you figured that the skirt would probably be too short. It was for your last school. Would be a way to make a first impression though, you thought. Anyway you always use the excuse you weren't given a copy of the dress code yet and it was okay at your last school. You decided to take the chance. It was a cute outfit after all.

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The time flew by and it was quarter past eight, your cue to leave. As you were walking out the door your mum yelled, "Have a good day Y/N! And don't get lost!"

"I won't mum!"

You set off on your way, using your phone as a GPS. It was about a fifteen minute walk from your flat to the school, ten if you were walking quickly. You decided to take it slow, you weren't in a rush, thank god. If you had left any later you might be though. To make the journey go quicker you plugged in your earphones.

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You reached the school a couple minutes before the bell rang and you went to the office to collect your timetable. There was no way you were going to manage to figure out your way around this school by yourself, it was far bigger than your own school. When you got to the office you were greeted by a grumpy looking secretary.

"What do you want." She snarled, looking at you.

"Um, I- I'm new here." You said, a rush of nerves coming over you.

"Name?"

"F/N L/N ma'am."

"Gimme one second," she sighed reaching over to a pile of papers and grabbing one. She lifted the glass up as to get her hand through. She handed the paper to you, her hand gliding under the glass window and snatching away as soon as it was free of your timetable.

"Thank y-"

"Your guide will be here soon, if he bothers to help. That will be all miss L/N." And with that she slammed the glass shut.

Astonished you wizzed around only to see the boy from work standing there.

"Oh- hello." You stuttered, wishing the ground would just swallow you up.

"Let's just go." He groaned, this was going to be awkward. You suddenly felt insecure in your short skirt, why did you choose to wear this? You felt like such a sl*t.

"So.. what's your name?" You asked politely, trying to forget the awkwardness.

"Harry." He replied, not even looking at you.

"Nice.." Don't bother asking me what my name is, you thought.

"Okay your first class is here, leave me alone the rest of the day, you'll find your way around." Harry told you, turning his back on you and walking away as the bell rung, leaving you shocked at his rudeness.

Glumly you walked into class and across the room you saw someone you recognised. It was Peter. He was in your chem class. You were thankful you weren't going to be alone, but it looked like he already had a lab parter. A rather chubby looking boy, who you assumed was Ned, just based off what Peter had told you about him. They were best friends and were always together.

You smiled as you waved to him across the classroom, "Peter!"

"Y/N!" He smiled his gorgeous smile, the one where his eyes light up and his top teeth show.

You went to sit down at the desk next to Peter and Ned when you saw another boy, loud and obnoxious stroll in.

"Hey! New girl! Who are you!" His voice carried loudly across the class. You froze. It felt like even the desk was trembling below you.

"I'm Y/N.." You said shyly, "What's your name?"

"Flash, everyone knows that." You looked at Peter as he rolled his eyes.

"Parker, what you rolling your eyes at? C'mon everyone when I say Penis you say Parker! Penis!"

"Parker!" The class repeated. Where on earth was the teacher? Class started like two minutes ago? This wasn't fair that they were ganging up on Peter like that.

"C'mon new girl, Penis!"

"Parker!" The class yelled. You felt a rage build up inside you. They had no right to do this. Peter was such a sweet boy and he didn't deserve this!

"Don't call him that!" You stood up, raising your voice. Flash stopped the chant and faced you.

"What was that Y/N? Sticking up for poor little Penis Parker? Aww how cute."

You felt your face burning red. It was embarrassing. You looked to Peter, his face a similar shade.

"You don't know how sweet he really is! You're the d*ck around here not him!" You shouted at Flash. Just at that moment the door swing open and your professor walked in. Flash collapsed into his seat and acted as if nothing had happened. You, too sat down as quickly as you could, embarrassed by the situation. It was your first day. You hoped your teacher didn't hear you, he hadn't mentioned anything, so you hoped he was hard of hearing.

You looked to your right, only to realise that Flash had taken the closest seat he could, and that just happened to be right next to you.

"You're such a sl*t wearing that. You know that right?" He whispered as the lesson began. You sat there miserably, not knowing what to say.

"I asked you a question, Y/N. Do you know how much of a wh*re you look right now?"

"I'm sorry," You whispered, hanging your head.

"Sorry just won't cut it." He whispered back, his voice like a dagger in your ear.

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The lesson seemed to drag on for years, but finally the last five minutes rolled around. Your teacher had been talking about rubbish which you had already learned at your old school, so you weren't really paying attention. Suddenly the room fell silent. Everyone was looking at you and Peter.

"I'll say it again. Does anyone own up to screaming insults at the start of class?" The professor said, staring at you. Reluctantly you raised your hand, staring at your toes.

"It was me sir.." You almost whispered. You could feel Flash smirking beside you.

"Thank you Y/N, see me after class. Anyone else?" He said in his stern tone. The eyes fell on Peter.

"Mr Parker?" Your teacher questioned, "You two after class. I'll give you a pass to give to your next teachers."

The bell rang releasing everyone else. You saw Ned and Flash and everyone else get up and leave. You and Peter stayed grounded. You looked at each other, you mouthed to him, sorry.

You tried your best to explain the situation to your teacher, Peter, of course backing you up. Eventually he believed you, as he trusted Peter's word, and you were new.

"Right you two, on your way." He said rolling his eyes. He reached into his desk and scribbled a note for you both, explaining why you were late. You walked out the doof together as it slammed behind you. You looked up at Peter, biting your lip.

"T-Thank you for defending me in there Y/N. It means a lot to me." Peter started.

"No, thank you for backing me up in there. He would never have believed me without you." You smiled, looking at your toes. Peter fiddled with his shirt awkwardly.

"Y/N.." He said quietly.

"Yes?" You said nervously, your heartbeat skyrocketing. You looked back up at him, taking in his features, watching his brown eyes gaze into yours.

"Can- can I kiss you?" He asked. You were taken aback, in this moment you realised how much you really did want to kiss him. You nodded as he bent down, taking his face in your hands and kissed you. Your lips softly moved against each other, it was magical.

"T-Thank you." You whispered. You had just kissed Peter Parker. You couldn't believe it. You'd always just dismissed the thought because he was just someone who came to your work for icecream. He was way out of your league. Or so you thought.

"Class?" He asked you grinning.

"Let's go!" You smiled back.

As you walked to class through the empty halls together you smiled. This was the best the first day had ever gone for you.

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thepeterfuckinparker · 5 years

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miss. thompson — peter parker smut

Summary: Miss. Y/N Thompson is Flash’s step-sister, one of the queen bees and a popular girl around the school. One day, she’s feeling bold when Peter Parker is her chemistry partner.

Notes: ive had this idea for such a long time, but like a fanfic for it on wattpad (FOLLOW ME ON WATTPAD: @/angryfangirl) bUt im a dirty girl so i turned it into smut oops,, i GOT SOME CUTE ASS LINGERIE ON, GOT SUM DICK TODAY, THOUGHT ID UPLOAD THIS LOLOL

Warnings: very smutty, rubbing, boners, wet things, annoying flash, kinda sex-in-school!!!

pt. 2

“Miss. Thompson,” Your head shot up, meeting eyes with the irritated teacher in front of you. You smiled, laughing nervously as you raised your eyebrows. “Do you know the answer to number fifteen?”

Before you could answer, the bell rang causing you to spring up and grab your things. The class chuckled in amusement while you smirked, holding your books against your chest as you waltzed out of the classroom. There was thankfully one class period left, Chemistry Honors, you loved it. Well, not the subject specifically. You took your time walking down the hallways, greeting peers as they waved at you. It wasn’t hard to explain, you were pretty popular around the school, you could blame that on your step-brother, Flash Thompson. You were the nicer sibling, sweeter and smarter, definitely the favorite. Flash’s father would easily choose you over his son, you were just that good of a kid. Flash, on the other hand, was a known troublemaker, stuck-up rich kid, and quite the bully. You were nothing alike despite your years of growing up with each other, your parents married when you both were eight, it was a love-hate relationship between you both. Something that was a bit similar between you and Flash was reputation, you were somewhat serious about yours, never associating with the wrong people, it was a flaw of yours. You didn’t hang out with the Gaming Club, you found yourself a bit closer to Liz Allan and the cheerleading team.

“Today, we will be doing a Mole project. You will be making stuffed Moles! Get it? — Mole?” The chemistry teacher announced the moment students began to enter the room. He held up a little stuffed rodent that he had made himself.

You rolled your eyes, looking around for available seats at the working tables. Your eyes landed on Flash, instantly scoffing and shaking your head. You refused to work with him, he was already a pain in the ass at home. You continued to scan the tables before finding all the seats used up, you gasped at the sight of a free chair and table, rushing over, you jumped to seat yourself. You glared at the back of Flash’s head as he was seated in front of you, the seat beside you screeched.

“Can you not talk so obnoxiously loud?” You flicked your step-brother’s ear causing him to flip you off in return.

He began to think of a snarky remark before he focused on the person who sat beside you, “Penis Parker!” Flash laughed.

You turned your head and raised your eyebrows at Peter, he kept his head low in attempt to ignore your step-brother. You slapped the back of Flash’s head and muttered for him to be quiet. After a few seconds, you turned to Peter and smiled. “Sorry about him. He’s an ass.” The boy looked up and laughed quietly.

You bit your lip as he gazed away, paying attention to the directions being given. You couldn’t help but stare at him, Peter Parker was handsome, an old crush since middle school that died down by the beginning of junior year. He was interested in your best friend, Liz Allan, everyone was pretty sure of that, but as soon as she had moved away, his interests were unclear. You found yourself biting your pencil, your eyes still studying his face. Peter had a strong jaw, soft skin, these cute brown eyes that were either very focused or sometimes incredibly lost. You were brought back into reality when Peter looked at you, you straightened yourself up. He scooted his seat closer to you, settling the worksheet in between you both. Peter Parker was a low status at school, typically, he was someone you didn’t really associate with. It was bitchy, but that’s how it was. People would probably laugh at you if they were knew how you felt about the boy. You watched him scribble his name on the top of the paper. It was senior year now, things were different, what was the point of still trying to fit in when school was going to be over soon anyways? He passed the paper over to you, waiting for you to write your name.

‘Y/N Thompson’ You write neatly, moving your seat closer to start working. His clothed knee touched your bare thigh, he cleared his throat nervously. “Um- okay, did you want to do the stitching while I completed the work problems?” He suggested.

You raised your eyebrows in amusement, “Why do I have to do the lady work?” You passed him the sewing kit with a smirk while you grabbed the calculator. Peter’s cheeks turned a bright pink before he stammered nervously. “We’ll switch off, okay?” You started off with number one, easily figuring out equations and scribbling down the answers.

Peter sat beside you, starting to stitch the fabric to build your stuffed mole. You found yourself tearing your gaze away from the paper to look over at him. He was focused, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. You bit down on your lip again, taking an attempt at question number two before you moved your thigh. His knee continued to brush on your skin, your arms touching. You cleared your throat, pushing the paper closer to him before thinking of what to say.

“Um, I don’t think I get this one.” You said softly, you did understand the question, you just wanted his attention.

“Oh okay, I-I can explain it.” Peter nodded, You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Can you talk louder? I can’t hear you.” You lied, the classroom had gotten rowdy but not to the point where you couldn’t hear.

He leaned closer to you, his lips close to your ear as he began to explain the question. You moved your leg, goosebumps running across your skin as he spoke to you. Your hand slipped underneath the table, landing onto his left thigh. Peter froze, his words choking up. You stroked his leg gently with a soft smile playing on your face. He stared at you, unsure of what to say. You looked around the classroom, no one had been paying attention.

“A- W-What are you doing?” Peter asked quietly, continuing the stitching while you used your free hand to play with the pencil on the desk.

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked, all he needed to say was yes or no, you would oblige. It was bold move, completely unexpected. Peter never thought you would try something like this on him, Y/N Thompson trying to seduce Peter Parker? It had to be a cruel joke.

He was scared to respond before he gulped, “No.”

“Then I won’t.” Your whispered into his ear, your hand continuing to stroke his thigh.

Peter shuttered beside you, his hands slightly shaking as he ran the needle through the fabric. He wasn’t very good at stitching but now he was doing even worse. Your touch was making him sweat, your soft hand on him was getting him hard. You noticed, occasionally looking from the worksheet to the boy’s face to his stitching to his lap. You smirked slightly as your hand led to his hard-on, you palmed him through his pants. He let out a small gasp, whipping his head up to glance at the teacher. You looked over at Flash who hadn’t noticed anything, you don’t know how he would react. You focused back to Peter, the pants leaving his mouth were leaving you wet. You cleared your throat, opening your legs wider and slipping down your hand to your soaked panties. He glanced over, eyes widening even further, if they grew any bigger they’d probably fall out of his head.

“We always have tomorrow if you don’t finish today! We will be presenting these, they need to be unique, make them a name. They can even be based-off of your favorite character!” The teacher exclaimed, Peter flinched each time.

You watched him attempt to stitch with one hand, the other grazing up and down your thigh. He clearly hadn’t done this before. You leaned closer to him, your lips lingering along his ear. Peter inhaled sharply, as your breath hit his skin. “Touch me.” You almost moaned quietly, he did as told, nodding as you sat back and continued to watch his lap with hooded eyes. Your hand worked back to the worksheet, while your other was handling palming him through his black jeans. His fingers pushed away your panties, he instantly collected the wetness between your slits, the pad of his index finger placed on your throbbing clit. You groaned lowly at the feeling, he didn’t really need your help, he somewhat knew what he was doing. Peter Parker has never been with a girl, especially in this way - he must’ve learned from videos, it felt good so that’s what you assumed. You clutched his hard cock through his jeans, biting down your lip as he rubbed circles on your sensitive bud. You looked up, on look-out once again before you met Flash’s eyes.

“What?” You snapped, “Sorry that our mole is gonna look better than y-yours.” You stuttered during the last word as Peter’s fingers pressed down on your clit harder than before, you rubbed him quicker.

“You wish!” Flash scoffed, turning his head and paying attention to his work, nudging his partner to work faster.

You quickened your pace with the palming of his cock, resisting the urge to accidentally drop your materials and get on your knees for Peter right there. His breathing was heavy, his fingers were quicker on your clit, he was close. You could see it in the way Peter was twitching, the way he occasionally shut his eyes and shuddered in pleasure. You leaned towards him again, a smile on your sweet face. “Cum for me, Parker.” You said softly, he instantly groaned but quickly covered it up with a cough - no one noticed. You continued to palm him until he grabbed your hand, it rested there for a second until you felt a wet spot on his black jeans. Peter was lucky he had worn them. You pulled away from him, a shit-eating grin on your face. You looked over at him and admired the post-orgasm look on his face, he was red, a bit sweaty from the pleasure. With confidence, you picked up his hand and raised it to his mouth. Peter took the hint, taking the fingers he had played with you and cleaning them up. He smiled back, leaning closer to you, “You taste so good.” Peter’s comment was low, it made you squeeze your thighs together in surprise.

“See? Look at mine, fuckers!” You both tore away, looking over at Flash who set down his mole. It was a stuffed animal in what looked like a makeshift Spider-Man suit. You snorted, your step-brother was obsessed with the superhero. Peter’s eyes widened at the sight, awkwardly coughing and focusing on your own project.

“It looks fucking stupid.” You laughed, snatching the Spider-Man mole in chucking it across the room. Flash smacked your arm, immediately protesting and shouting.

“Miss. Thompson!”

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writinggolden · 4 years

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Midnight Talks

prompt: Peter picks you up to have a sleepover at his house and some sweet things get said and done.

Warnings: lots of kissing, nerdy things, lots of cute fluff!

You and Peter have been dating for three months now. You were starting to feel like you loved him but you didn’t know for sure yet. You’re laying in your bed eating popcorn when Peter starts to call you, you smile. You pick up the phone and answer it. “Hi baby,” you giggle at the pet name. “Hey Petey,” you can hear him huff through the phone. “So i can’t find my favorite hoodie-“ you proceed to say nothing, “you’re wearing it, aren’t you,” you shyly laugh. “Maybeeeee,” he sighs and you just giggle.

“Well I’d kindly like it back bub,” you whine. “But it’s s’comfy and i miss you like hell”. “Well maybe you should just come over and have a sleepover, please” he asks you, a hint hope in his voice. “Of course bubby,” you agree and put on your shoes. “Okay I’ll be there in a quick swing darling,” you mutter a sweet bye and hang up. A minute later you hear you window slide open, and take a glance at it. Peter walks up to you and pulls off his mask. “Hi baby,” he kisses you on the lips softly. You hum at the warm feeling, you hadn’t seen him in a few days from missions.

“You ready?” you nod and grab onto him. He picks you up and you squeal, and you both fly through the crowded streets. You safely land on his fire escape and he helps you inside. You grin and lay down on his bed, as he taps his suit and it slides on his body. You spring back up and walk back over to him, placing a kiss on his chest. “I miss you so much,” your voice muffled against his skin. He places a warm kiss to your hairline, “I missed you too”.

He slips on a sweater and stays in his boxers. His hand intertwines with yours and pulls you to the living room. “What do you wanna watch my love?” he questions as he grips the remote. “Umm Y/f/m,” he nods and puts it on. You grin and snuggle into his warm chest. You breathe in his scent, man you missed him so bad. His thumb placed on your cheek starts to move back n forth. You sigh in contempt and look into his eyes. “You’re so gorgeous,” he exhales. Your cheeks tinted, you reply “thank you bubba,” and you lean up and leave a fond kiss on his cheek.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” you whisper shyly as you retract, his eyes never leaving yours. His smile widens, “Good because I think I’m falling in love with you too,” your cheeks redden and you place a kiss on his lips. He smiles into it and pulls you closer, “I can’t believe you’re mine,” he whispers” m’soulmate”. You almost cried, Peter just called you his soulmate. You quickly sit onto his lap, Peters eyes widen at your action. You place your lips on his again and he kisses you back passionately.

Your hand slides through his hair, his hands on your hips. You kiss him once more and pull away, his pretty lips swollen. You giggle and wipe your thumb over them, he proceeds to pretend bite your finger. You snort and he lays back and opens his arms for you. You can’t help but beam and fall into his arms. Your legs become intertwined and his hands rub at your back. Your eyes slowly flutter shut and you’re met with darkness.

The door slowly opens and Aunt May creeps in. She sits down her purse and looks at the couch. You were laying on peters chest and the blankets were pulled all over, feet hanging off the edge of the bed. May chuckles and whips out her phone, taking a photo of the charming couple.

“They’re so cute when they’re asleep”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ hope you enjoyed this it was fun to write!!

#tomholland #peterparker #peterparkerfluff #peterparkerfanfic #peterparker x reader #marvel #fanfiction #concepts #cute writing prompts

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broken-glass-writings-blog · 5 years

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Writing Prompts

These are a bunch of writing prompts I found that I decided to write fanfic about. These stick to mostly the same characters and each prompt has two different stories.

If you want to be tagged in this writing series ask!!

Writing Prompts:

Stay for Me:

Spider-Man X Reader

Spider-Man X Black!Cat! Reader

What’s This Between Us:

College!Peter ParkerX Reader

PeterParker X Flash!Thompson!Sister! Reader

I Don’t Want Your Apology:

Harrison Osterfield X Reader

Tom Holland X Reader

You Know I Have Feelings For You:

Peter Parker X Reader

Harrison Osterfield X Reader

You’ve Never Hurt Me:

Spider-Man X Reader

Tom Holland X Reader

Then Leave Her/Him/Them At Home:

Spider-Man X Superhero!Reader

Tom Holland X Reader

I Don’t Believe It:

Harrison Osterfield X Reader

Spider-Man X Loki!Daughter!OC! Nora

This Is Breaking My Heart:

Peter Parker X Reader

Tom Holland X Reader

I Wish You Were Here:

Peter Parker X Stark!Reader

Tom Holland X Reader

I Let You Down:

Spider-Man/Peter Parker X Mysterio!Daughter! Reader

Spider-Man/Peter Parker X Superhero!Reader

You’re Not Safe Here:

Spider-Man X Reader

Harrison Osterfield X Reader

I Wasn’t Ready To Say Goodbye:

Peter Parker X Loki!Daughter! Reader

Tom Holland X Reader

We Are Not The Same, And Never Will Be: (This one has three because why not)

Tom Holland X Reader

Harrison Osterfield X Reader

Spider-Man/Peter Parker X Reader

If there are any of these prompts that you want me to write about specifically for you or something you would want to read send me a message I would be happy to write about anything!

Enjoy these! I will try to update each prompt once a week!

Until next time dearies!

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peterparkuh · 6 years

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Die for you → peter parker

Inspired by: Die For You by The Weeknd.

Synopsis: you and peter are secretly dating against your legal guardian— tony stark’s, rules. One night you had an intense fight with peter about whether or not the sneaking around was worth it. Then the next morning Tony asks peter to help you in the training facility which leads to a tension filled and intense training session in which peter admits he would die for her if he had to which leads to some interesting... uh training.

Warning: some uh sexual tension, mentions of death, making out

Peter parker x reader (your dad being tony stark),, fluff and sexual tension!

part one | part two

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“Admit it, Peter, you hate this! All of this sneaking around!” You shouted at him in your room your eyes stinging with tears.

Peter looked helplessly at you, he desperately wanted to wipe the tears from your eyes and kiss you repeatedly till you understood he didn’t care about the sneaking around he just wanted to be with you, but that’s not what he said.

“Y/n, we have to sneak around... you know tony— your dad, wouldn’t let us be together... you don’t think it’s worth it?” He asked hurt in his eyes as the last few words came out.

“No of course I do! But peter... this sneaking around? Acting like you’re nothing more than an acquaintance, you don’t get how much it hurts when you come back from missions with my dad and I can’t just run into your arms and kiss the living daylights out of you for coming back alive. It hurts so fucking much, peter. I want to be with you, I really want to be with you... but maybe. Maybe it’s just not meant to be. It just... feels like the world is putting us against each other.” You paused feeling the electrical currrents running through your hand threatening to come out as you had your hands down in fists by your sides.

You were born with superpowers, but as far as you knew your parents were both humans, so you hid your abilities. Till one night a robber snuck into your house when you were twelve. Your parents hid you behind them as they tried to reason with the man as he had pulled out a gun. But it was too late, he shot them both, leaving you sobbing as you dropped screaming for your dad who seemed already gone... you turned to the floor holding your mom who was bleeding out in your arms as she breathed her last few breaths. The man began to ransack your house till the anger took you over and you let the build up of emotions trigger your powers causing large bolts of lightning to shoot through your hands as you screamed. The man instantly fell to the floor as did you onto your knees from the lack of energy. Your mothers eyes widened witnessing the whole thing. Crying you made your way to her as you quickly spoke up, “I’m so sorry... mommy, just stay with me, the ambulance is on their way okay.”you repeated desperately till she shook her head, “I love you, y/m/n, and I’m sorry babygirl.” She whispered just barely getting it out when her eyes closed one last time.

They were pronounced dead later that night, but terrified before the police could question you, you ran. A few days later you were hidden in an alleyway when tony stark approached you and the rest was history.

He took you in, fostering you, and training you to control your powers.

Even though the papers stated only Tony was your father— each of the avengers felt like family members. You were extremely lucky to have each of them even though they weren’t always appreciative of your remarks.

You were fourteen when a fifteen year old boy named peter parker came into the picture, he began as quick crush seeing as he was the only boy around you but even so you knew in a crowd full of guys to potentially crush on, it would always be peter.

However, you never let him know that.

Teasing him when he was so formal with your foster dad, occasionally mocking him and making witty remarks to him to hide how your heart would break every time he left and you didn’t know where he was.

Till one night... you let it show, just after a large battle he’d participated in and came back all bruised up.

You hadn’t heard from him or any news about his well-being in days so you were terrified so when he arrived back to your house to see tony, you couldn’t help it. You immediately ran to him pulling him into a quick hug. “Jesus Christ, Parker, where have you been? Never scare me like that again.” You spoke into the crook of his neck.

To say he was shocked, was an understatement as he felt your small arms wrapped around his body. But he responded quickly by letting his arms wrap around you— your scent engulfing him making him smile, god how he had missed your witty remarks.

He knew it wasn’t right to be crushing on Mr. Starks adopted daughter but how could he not? He thought you were beautiful and strong and so smart... he truly liked you, not that he’d ever admit it considering it sounded like you thought of him like a friend or even worse a brother the way you teased him.

But that night pulling out of the hug your eyes locked as your eyes then dropped to his lips and before you knew it your hands were on his neck pulling him in for a passionate kiss. He instantly kissed back till he groaned so you pulled back confused, “I uh have a bruise there... sorry.” He spoke blushing which made you laugh as you went back in for another kiss this one gentler.

Then all of the sudden he pulled back again... “wait so you...like me?”

You blushed instantly and rolled your eyes, before pulling back completely taken in what you had done. Broken Tony’s number one rule, getting involved with a superhero that would put your life at risk and theirs constantly. “I uh... shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.” You said realizing just how difficult that would have been.

“Oh...” he had spoken looking down dissapointed. “So you dont?”

“No, I-“ you spoke before pausing to take a breath, “yes peter parker. I like you. how could I not, peter? You’re an incredible guy... smart, strong, kind, I just couldn’t help it... don’t let any of this go to your head though, your egos big enough as it is.” You spoke Which had made him laugh as he rolled his eyes then a confident smirk showed up on his lips making your brows furrow.

“What?” You had asked confused.

“Y/n Stark has a crush on me.” He had spoken confidently, making you roll your eyes. “Shut up. You know my dad would have your head on a stick and then take a picture and frame it if he ever found out we were dating.” You let slip out which made Peter’s brows go up.

“We’re dating?” He had asked with a cheeky smile making you blush and stumble over your words, “sorry I meant uh... um, we don’t have to. But if you want to-“

“Y/N,”

“I didn’t mean to suggest or anything but...”

“Y/N!”

“Hmm?”

“I would love to date you.”

At first what you both had started out as innocent hanging out which Tony Stark saw out as normal. But both of you being growing teenagers... things would at times end up being more then just a movie night.

It was a few months before peter actually asked you to be his girlfriend, which commenced the sneaking around you both hated so much. You both were only teenagers now being sixteen and seventeen, and you desperately hated hiding things from the people you loved but your relationship was so incredible that it was too hard to risk it.

However, Peters enhanced senses it was like everything else was heightened, even for you. Especially your fights, just like the one you were currently having...

“What are you saying?” Peter asked hurt in his eyes as he was terrified of what you’d say next.

“Maybe we shouldn’t-“ you started, tears about to come out of your eyes when the door opened and Tony walked in and as a reflex peter webbed him to the doorknob of your room.

“Oh sh-, sorry, Mr. Stark. I was just leaving, here let me help you.” He spoke frantically trying to distract himself from what you were about to say.

“Um okay, well it’s good you’re both here, I was wondering if you would mind training Y/N tomorrow in the sparring room, she needs help with her combat.”

“Oh um...” peter spoke looking over at you noticing your eyes were on the floor brimming with tears that you hid well.

“Do we use our powers in sparring?”

“No, just work on pure physical contact. You need to learn not to rely on them.” Tony explained making you wince at the words, pure physical contact.

Peter just agreed and tony eventually look to you, “you up for that, Y/N?l”

You just nodded giving a small smile before you turned to your bed as tony and peter walked out, peter glancing back at you one last time the look on his face literally hurting you.

The next morning, you appeared at training. Your h/c hair braided back. You wore a tight tank top that you normally wore for training and some workout shorts.

You were dreading this more than anything.

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alteregonerd · 2 years

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peterssparker · 6 years

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Calculated Risk || Peter Parker (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/bgdvXhSkWO In which a girl who disappeared from Peter Parker's life returns.

If anyone wanted to check out my story but was too lazy to search it, here’s an easy link! (also I feel you, I wouldn’t have searched it either)

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xoluvx · 5 years

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Clingy [Peter Parker x Stark!Reader]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: Morgan has been awfully clingy lately. You ask Pepper for advice and she has a theory. Hint: you might be pregnant.

Warning: heart-warming fluff, very minimal swearing

“Morgan, can you please check if mommy needs me?” You leaned your body forward, hovering over the little girl. Your finger brushed over her nose causing her to wrinkle her little face. You were currently in the middle of working on one of your many projects in the lab. Morgan seemed to be attached at your hip lately.

Though you enjoyed the company, you worried for her safety. Morgan skipped out of the lab, before grabbing a wrench from the metal table. You shook your head and laughed softly. This girl was going to be the end of you. You just knew it.

You concentrated on the pieces lying in front of you. You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard the faint sound of footsteps behind you. You closed your eyes praying it wasn’t Morgan. You loved her, but you didn’t want her to get hurt and you were stressed enough not being able to figure out your next steps.

Your thoughts were relieved when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your small frame. “Hey, Morgan said you were here.” He whispered against your ear looking down at the mess in front of you. “What you working on?” He asked, moving to your side.

Not turning your face from the parts in front of you, you responded “Just trying to figure out how to -“ you were cut short when you felt the softness of his fingers running over your cheek, fingers pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Quite frankly, he wasn’t interested in what you were working on. He was more interested in you.

You let your cheek melt in his hand, closing your eyes momentarily. “Peter.” You sighed loving the warmth, but wanting to get back to work.

“Take a break,” he said noticing the bags under your eyes and the way your body seemed to shake from standing on your feet for too long.

“I have to get this done,” you replied moving from his grasp grabbing a random metal piece from the table. “Who’s making you?” He joked sitting on the table, looking down you. “It’s just what I do. I like to get shit done,” you say getting back to work.

His hand fell on yours stopping your movements, “Stop. Come on, Pepper said it’s dinner time.” He said jumping off the table, pulling your hand towards the large glass door. You groaned and reluctantly followed; hands intertwined.

You sat at the table next to Morgan across from Peter. Your dad and Pepper at each end of the table. “Y/n, did you figure out the problem?” Your dad asked picking up a pea with his fork. He looked at it with disgust and put the fork down turning his attention to you. “Uh no, no luck.” You sigh turning to look at Peter who had pulled you away from the project. He shrugged his shoulder enjoying the home cooked meal.

“Well, I can come down tomorrow to help out. I’m sure we’ll figure it out,” Tony assured filling his mouth with food. “Can I help?” Morgan asked, the wrench next to her plate as she played with her peas. Pepper furrowed her brows and turned to you, “I blame you. You’re always down there,” she said sternly before a small smile formed on her face.

You were helping Pepper with the dishes, your bodies resting next to one another. She cleaned, you dried. Yesterday the boys took care of the dishes, so it was yours and Pepper’s turn.

“Hey can I ask you a question?” You asked shyly turning your face to make sure no one was within earshot. Pepper kept scrubbing the dishes, “Yeah sure.” You put the washcloth down and turned to look at her biting the inside of your cheek.

“Have you noticed Morgan being extra clingy lately?” You asked immediately realizing you sounded like an asshole. She was your little sister, but lately she was all over you. Pepper shrugged her shoulders, attention still on the plates. Her mouth in a tight line. “I mean, yeah, but she’s usually like that isn’t she?” she asked finally turning to look at you. Your face was scrunched, thinking about how much time Morgan actually spent with you.

You folded your arms, turning back to lean against the counter. “I guess, but I’ve just noticed how every time I’m in the lab she wants to be there. Even though she knows she shouldn’t. When Pete and I are in bed, she’ll crawl in there with us. I don’t know I must be overthinking,” you said turning back to dry the dishes that were piling up.

Pepper turned off the water faucet finishing the last plate. “Y/n… I’m going to ask you something but don’t be weird about it okay?” she said watching you dry the dishes. You nodded your head giving her permission to ask. “Are you and Peter being safe?” she asked.

You chocked on your saliva and almost let the plate fall, but your reflexes caught the plate from crashing into the sink. “Yeah, I mean always. I’m on the pill – we use protection,” you reply your cheeks flushed. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her out of embarrassment.

Sure, she knew you and Peter were sexually active. After all, she was the first person you confided in before taking your relationship to the next step with Peter. But now you were almost twenty-two years old and you felt slightly more embarrassed to talk about your intimate life with your boyfriend.

She broken the silence and reached for another towel to help with the piled dishes. “Okay, just asking.” She said clearing her throat. “Why would you ask that though?” You were curious what that had to do with your initial conversation about Morgan. “Well, there’s this myth. Kids can sense when you’re pregnant - they suddenly become clingy. And since you mentioned Morgan -“ you didn’t let her finish her sentence before you let the plate drop in the sink.

Pepper’s head snapped to look at you, making sure you were okay. The plate, thankfully, had not shattered as you thought it would. “Oh my god, Pepper. No, I am not pregnant.” You said mouth gapping, heart racing.

“Okay, I’m just saying.” She shrugged. She had finished drying the majority of the plates and placed the towel on the counter. She gave you a small kiss on the forehead before leaving you dumbfounded in the room. You gripped the towel, could you be pregnant?

That night you laid in bed, back facing Peter. You were usually a very affectionate person when you were alone with Peter, but today, after what Pepper said, you couldn’t help but build a wall. You weren’t sure what you were going to do if you were pregnant - but you didn’t want your thoughts to even go there yet. Too late.

Sensing the distance, Peter placed a hand on your arm pulling your body towards him. He spooned you for a few seconds, gathering his thoughts. He’d never seen you like this, he didn’t know how to approach whatever was bothering you.

You cleared your throat, relaxing your body into his embrace. “So, Pepper mentioned something today. Kinda crazy actually,” you say letting out a dry laugh. Peter rubbed your arm, kissing your shoulder urging you to continue.

“I mentioned how Morgan has been extra clingy lately. She uh mentioned this thing,” you say turning your body to face him. His hand wrapped around your back, soothing your nerves. “What thing?” He asked innocently, genuinely interested in what you had to say.

“She said kids can sense when there’s something,” you motioned towards your belly too afraid to say it aloud. Peter furrowed his brows, “What?” He laughed looking at your flustered.

“Pregnant, baby in there.” You said hiding your face with your hands. “Wait, are you?” Peter lifted his body resting on his elbow still facing you. “No, it’s just something she said since Morgan barely leaves my side,” you reciprocated his actions revealing your face.

“When was your last period?” Peter asked. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to ask. You were very open in your relationship. You reached for your phone resting on the night stand. You swiped through the screen until you came upon your holy grail. Your period tracker.

2 weeks. You were suppose to get your period two weeks ago.

You’d been so busy with your projects, you didn’t take the time to listen to your body. Now that you think about it, your breasts were slightly sore. The jeans you’d been wearing earlier had left dents on your lower belly. Your back did hurt. You just amounted it to the lack of sleep, lack of self-care.

You felt your hands shake. Your body shutting down. Peter grabbed the phone from your hand looking at the screen. His mouth fell open as his eyes widened.

“I think -“ Peter couldn’t finish his sentence.

“Pregnant.” You said turning to face him, tears fogging your vision.

“We’re having a baby?” He questioned putting your phone down wrapping his arms around you tightly. He felt your body shaking in his arms, face burried deep into the nook of his neck. Your arms were too weak to wrap around him.

“Hey, shh, it’s okay. It’s going to be okay, we don’t even know yet. We’ll do a test, first thing in the morning.” He reassured rubbing your back, pressing kisses on your forehead, your nose, your tear-stained cheeks. You nodded your head finally wrapping your hands tightly around his torso seeking further comfort.

You were too enthralled in the moment that neither you nor Peter noticed Morgan peeking her head into the room. Her small hand fell from the doorknob. She noticed the moment and quickly rushed to her parents’ room, clinging to her Spider-Man plushy.

She threw her body on to the bed in between Pepper and Tony. “Why aren’t you in bed?” Tony asked wrapping the girl in a sweet embrace. “Y/n/n and Peta are taking a test in the morning,” you retold the information. She had no idea what it meant, but having seen you in tears, Peter holding you tight she knew it was important. “She was crying. I think she doesn’t wanna take the test,” she said snuggling into the bedsheets.

Pepper glanced at Tony, a knowing look, she placed her hand on Morgan’s back soothing it. Tony’s brows furrowed and mouthed Is she pregnant? Pepper shrugged her shoulders. Tony let his head fall back resting on the bed frame, closing his eyes.

You stood with Peter, fingers tapping on the marble of your bathroom countertop. You were biting your lip so hard, you were sure it was going to bruise.

Peter was rubbing your back softly. He planted a small kiss on your shoulder trying to sooth your nerves. You eyes never leaving the small stick sitting in front of you.

“It’s going to be okay,” Peter whispered inhaling the sweet smell of your shampoo, arms wrapping around your waist. You placed your hands on top of his arms, leaning your head back into chest. You closed your eyes for a second, diverting your attention from the test.

You didn’t realize how long you stood in that position until you heard the timer on your phone go off. Your eyes shot open looking up at Peter whose eyes were closed shut.

“Are you ready?” You whispered, your fingers brushing over the pregnancy test. Peter nodded his head, opening his eyes slowly. You pulled the test up to your face.

Peter’s arms landed to the sides of your thighs. He squeezed them lightly, mouth open. Tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

“We’re pregnant,” you confirmed the pregnancy test shaking in your hands. You felt Peter burry his face into your neck planting copious amounts of kisses his hands traveling to your belly rubbing circles.

“We’re having a baby,” he whispered turning your body to face him. You dropped the pregnancy test on the counter before facing him.

You weren’t sure what you were feeling. Were you excited? Yeah. But you were also scared shitless. A baby. That was a big responsibility.

But suddenly you caught Peter’s eyes, glossy and full of love. And your worries washed away. If there was anyone you wanted to embark on this journey with, it was him.

You brought you hand to his cheek, your other hand running through his curls. He turned his face and planted a soft kiss on the palm of your hand. You smiled and laughed through your tears.

“A baby,” you said letting the words fill the room.

You wrapped your arms around Peter’s neck as you felt his snake around your waist holding you close. You were on your tippy toes, his arms rocking you slightly.

“How are we going to tell them?” You said fear suddenly coursing through your body. You pulled away, biting your lip deep in concentration. Sure, you were old enough to have a baby. You weren’t teenagers, but you did live under their roof and you never knew. Your dad was Iron Man, after all.

Peter looked at you, his mouth forming an O. He looked around the room and shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe … Mr. Stark I got your daughter pregnant. Please don’t kill me?” He joked causing you to laugh.

You made your way down the stairs towards the common room, fingers tangled in Peter’s. As soon as Morgan spotted the two of you, her feet moved swiftly on the cold floor. Peter scooped her up in his arms wrapping her around his waist. You poked her belly eliciting a high pitched laugh.

Tony and Pepper were busy on their tablets, but looked up when they heard Morgan’s laugh. Pepper smiled at the scene, you looked so comfortable. Peter was still holding Morgan, while you made faces at her.

Pepper glanced at Tony tilting her head to the side, smiling. Tony looked at her and then turned his gaze back to the scene, a small smile creeping on his face. Maybe a grandchild wouldn’t be so bad.

You snapped from the small moment and made your way towards the bodies sitting on the couch, Morgan still clinging to Peter’s side.

“We have an announcement,” you said biting your lip. Propping Morgan on the side of his hip with one hand, Peter reached for your hand with his free one giving it small squeeze. He looked at you giving you a warm smile.

You turned to Pepper and your dad. Before you could say anything, Tony spoke “I get dibs on naming him or her.” He turned his attention back to the tablet nonchalantly, an obvious smile on his face.

You blinked looking at Pepper who was laughing. Peter’s mouth was open and Morgan was oblivious to what was happening.

You turned to Peter, squeezing his hand. A big smile on your face. He smiled sweetly as you brought your lips to his.

Morgan, who was holding on to Peter’s neck, made a face before wrapping his other hand around your neck pressing the Spider-Man plushy on the side of your face.

You laughed into the kiss pulling away. You let yourself melt into Peter’s eyes. Enjoying the warm feeling deep within you. Your hand subconsciously rubbing over your belly.

PART TWO

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falling-pages · 5 years

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Stuck With You: A Peter Parker/Spider-Man Fanfiction - 5. We didn't start the fire (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/mPKvdz4krY Being Spider-Man has its downsides. As Uncle Ben always said, with great power comes great responsibility. Sometimes you mess up. Sometimes people die. Sometimes you find out that everything you thought you knew is a lie. Izzy de Bracko might be falling in love with her best friend, Peter Parker. But amidst her parent's divorce and constant fights with her brother, she barely has time to focus on school and her robotics club, much less dating. Besides, it's always been true: falling in love with your best friend never works out. And she'd never want to lose Peter. Peter Parker might be falling in love with his best friend, Izzy de Bracko. When he swings high about the Queens streets, all he can think about are her eyes and the way her voice clears up when she laughs. He hates lying to her about the so-called "Stark internship," but he knows it's better this way. He can't lose her like he's lost everyone else. He can't lose his best friend.

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thepeterfuckinparker · 5 years

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miss. thompson pt.2 — peter parker smut

Summary: After the heated exchange at school, Peter goes to Flash’s party to see you and things get hot and heavy.

Notes: CHARACTERS ARE 18++ and im still trying to get the hang of tumblr :( i think i tagged pt 1 properly so get check it out :)) it was a hit so i wanted to make another part, maybe there will be more ;) let me know! SEND REQUESTS!

Warnings: smut!!!

pt. 1

You sighed in boredom as the front door closed, instantly rising off of the large couch and trudging towards the kitchen. Flash could be heard on the phone while you poured yourself a glass of lemonade, climbing onto kitchen island and scrolling through your phone. All at once, your phone was flooded with texts. You furrowed your eyebrows, pressing on each one as you sipped your lemonade.

‘What should I wear?’

‘Yo! Is there alcohol?’

‘Byob?’

‘Send me the addy, I didn’t ss it.’

‘Is there gonna be food?!?!?!!!!’

You heard Flash enter the kitchen, his fingers tapping away at his phone’s keyboard. You glared at him, crossing your arms immediately. “Eugene, do you have something to tell me?” You said harshly. Your step-brother ignored your tone, rummaging through the fridge and pulling out a box of beer. Your eyes widened, instantly chucking the empty carton of lemonade at Flash. He yelled in annoyance, throwing it back to you. “Are you throwing a party?” You ask.

“What’s it to you? You’re not invited.” Flash spat back, pushing your shoulder to get off of the island. You did, watching him spread out bottles of alcohol and bags of chips onto the marble counter.

“It’s my house too.” You snapped, “Mom and dad are out for literally two days and this is what you do?” You watched him continue to walk past you and set up red solo cups. “Hello!” You exclaimed. Brothers could be dicks, many were gifted with sweet ones but you had been burdened with Flash. He wasn’t a complete pain, he always had your back and was very protective of you but he was also incredibly insensitive. You grew used to it, learning it was better than being an only child sometimes.

“Invite your dumb friends! I don’t care. Hot girls only.” Flash rolled his eyes, ignoring your stomps as you fled to your bedroom. You slammed the door closed dramatically, squealing in excitement after a few minutes and desperately searching your closet for what to wear. Your step-brother was known for having notorious parties, you hadn’t attended one in a while and had to admit you were eager to dance and drink a bit. You settled on a tight red dress, one that was casual yet party-ish. Flash wasn’t a big fan, but he had already downed a beer so he had loosened up. You texted friends while helping Flash set up the house, putting cars in garages, placing important vases into your parents bedroom. The party would commence in thirty minutes and you had finally gotten time to do your makeup. It consisted of mascara and lip gloss before fixing up your hair. You looked over at your phone as you heard the doorbell start to ring, people were arriving. You looked over at your backpack that sat by your bedroom door and thought back to a few weeks back in school. The time with Peter Parker, chemistry project gone wild, you hadn’t done much speaking to him since. You bit your lip as a thought crossed your mind, you grabbed your phone and instantly shot a text to Betty Brant. You both weren’t exactly friends, she was well-known, you were well-known. In a matter of minutes, you had gotten exactly what you wanted. Peter Parker’s phone number. You sent him the obnoxious party flyer that Flash had made on an app, insisting he should come. Peter hadn’t replied which made you a little upset, but you attempted to not overthink and join the party.

You grinned at the set-up, Flash had brought out speakers and was already blasting music. It wasn’t too shitty, you made some requests and helped him tweak his ‘DJ Flash’ persona, he was getting better. There were even flashing lights, people already crowding the house with red solo cups in hands. You found yourself a beer, popping it open and taking soft sip; you were to be the chaperone. You danced with friends, watched people jump into your backyard pool, you made sure the neighbors weren’t being too bothered. You kept yourself busy, one beer turning into three - enough to keep you buzzed yet alert. An hour into the party, you locked yourself away in your bedroom. You simply wanted a time-out, to scroll through your phone and lay down. Swiping out of Instagram, you found yourself searching for Peter Parker’s response only to find that he still hadn’t replied. ‘READ AT 9:32 PM.’ You sighed out in annoyance. The other day at school must’ve meant nothing, maybe you hadn’t made yourself clear, maybe he simply thought it was a one time thing and you clearly weren’t interested. But you were, you wanted to see him again. It wasn’t just the light amount of alcohol in your system, you were still sober. You liked Peter, a lot — and you liked him sexually too, he probably didn’t feel the same way. That had to be it. You were buried into your pillows, still scrolling through your phone before your bedroom door opened. The music that had been blasting downstairs seeped through, instantly causing you to groan.

“This room’s off limits. Find somewhere else to fuck.” You turned over and instantly sat up at the sight of Peter Parker, you fixed your hair, pulled down your dress. “Oh - hey!” You smiled.

“H-Hey, can I come in?” Peter asked softly, your smile grew wider as you nodded. He shut the door behind him, awkwardly walking and standing in front of your bed. “I heard about the party, a-and saw your text so I figured I’d swing by.” His eyes widened, “Not swing by! That’s crazy. I mean - my aunt dropped Ned and I off.” He cleared his throat.

You laughed at him, a rose tint covering his cheeks in embarrassment. “I understand.” You bit your lip, you noticed he hadn’t moved, anxiety in both of your systems. You crawled towards the end of the bed, waving Peter to sit by you. Your legs hung over the end, hands placed on your thighs as he took his seat. “Peter, about the other day - “ You noticed disappointment flash over his eyes, “I really liked it.” He instantly lit up, eyebrows raising. “I don’t know what came over me, that’s not usually how people tell their crushes they like them but - “

“I’m your crush?” Peter blurted out, his lips parted in shock. You twisted your lips and nodded, “You like me?” You nodded again, instantly feeling the urge to just run to your closet and hide, but you pushed forward and rested your hand on his thigh.

It was silent, it was making you nervous. Was Peter thinking about what to say? Obviously because he wasn’t into you. You mentally scoffed at yourself, you were you, of course he was into you! You smirked, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him into a kiss. Peter’s hands flew to your waist, feeling you crawl onto him and hover over. Your hands rested on his shoulders, knees buried into the bed as you sat on his lap. Your kiss deepened, his tongue easily playing with yours. He bit down on your bottom lip softly causing you to moan quietly. Just from the make-out session, from his hands running up and down your waist and back, you were soaking wet.

Peter stood to his feet, your legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed down your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed, soft whimpers leaving your plump pink lips. The wall was pressed against your back, your arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed down your collarbones towards the valley of your breasts. Your breathing was heavy, you took it upon yourself to pull up the bottom of your dress and pull down the top of your breasts. He admired your chest, pulling you up higher to take one nipple into his mouth. You groaned, arching your back as his warm wet mouth engulfed the sensitive bud. Peter set you down, your hands instantly going to his pants. You unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning them and yanking his pants down with his boxers. His length hit your stomach causing you to bite down on your bottom lip, eager to have his cock fill you up. You slid down the wall, your tongue taking a bold stripe up his shift. He gasped from above you, his hands instantly balling into tight fists. Peter hadn’t done anything like this before, the closest he had gotten with a girl was kissing; a bit of ass-grabbing. You, on the other hand, were somewhat experienced; but still a virgin. You intended on keeping it that way, despite your dripping pussy begging you to consider otherwise.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Peter stammered out, his hands unsure of where to go. You took his hard dick into your mouth, taking your hands into his and leading them to hold up your hair. He bit down his lip as he looked down at you, your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. It was a sight he surely would never forget. Your eyes locked onto his face, watching his face twist in pleasure as you looked up at him innocently. Your tongue focused on the tip of his length, swirling around it and hollowing your cheeks. You used one hand to jerk what you couldn’t take, his hips bucking. You gagged on his thick cock, stopping for air and wiping your lips. Peter instantly apologized, embarrassed for getting carried away. You giggled in response, kitten-licking his tip after reassuring him that all was well. You sucked softly, your spit dribbling down his shaft and down your chin. Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, his fingers gripping your hair tighter, pulling you in a bit closer. “I’m gonna come.” He whined out, Peter felt your hands trail from his cock to your wet pussy. Your fingers found your clit, rubbing it roughly while you continued to focus on helping Peter reach his climax. The eager boy began to thrust in your mouth, which you didn’t seem to mind at all. He groaned out, his eyes shutting tightly as he came into your mouth. You released him with a pop, sticking your tongue out jokingly to expose his release. Peter watched you swallow, instantly biting his lip at the sight.

“How was that?” You asked with a grin, wiping your mouth. Peter barely responded before he pulled you to your feet. You both moved to the front of your bedroom door, your hand gripping the doorknob for support. His lips found your swollen ones, his hands kneading your breasts. He peeled off your underwear with his lips still on yours. You felt him place his hands on your hips before he muttered for you to jump. You did as told, ready to wrap your legs around him only to be brought up higher. You squealed in response, his hands holding you up as you pressed your hands into the ceiling. “What are you doing?” You laughed, looking down to see him eyeing your wet pussy.

“Returning the favor.” Peter smiled at you, his hands held your hips tightly.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss onto your swollen clit. You moaned in response, your hands still touching the ceiling. He licked it lightly before swiping his tongue up and down. A cry left your lips at the feeling, Peter soon licking back up to your clit and wrapping his lips around it. He sucked lightly, his tongue still playing with the bundle of nerves. Your hands flew from the ceiling to his soft brown curls, tugging on them in encouragement. Your eyes rolled as his tongue flattened, you took the opportunity to grind down. Your body shook above him, your fingers still tangled in his hair, you didn’t want him to stop. It was almost like you were seeing stars, the building orgasm in your core was ready to burst. His tongue was doing wonders and you didn’t know how much longer you would last. Peter held you up with one hand, you weren’t sure where the strength was coming from but you didn’t care. His other hand trailed down your thigh before his fingers made their way inside of you, a louder cry leaving your lips. It was a gentle yet quick gesture, he looked up at you, making sure you were okay. The sight he saw was gorgeous, your back arched while your lips parted, sweat glistening across your body. His cock was harder than ever, even after the mind-blowing orgasm you had given him. He felt your fingers yank at his hair harder, your hips bucking, your moans growing louder.

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” You panted, your eyes rolling as you bursted. You felt a bliss, pleasure coursing through your veins as your orgasm washed over you. You shook in his arms, his tongue and sucking becoming lighter as you relaxed in his arms. “Oh my god, Peter.” You moaned softly, a smile spread across your face as he pulled back. Peter’s big brown eyes gazed up at you, returning the smile as you caught your breath. Suddenly, the door began to open. You gasped, pushing your back further in and Peter’s hand quickly shutting it. “Um - who is it?” You shouted, mouthing at Peter to let you down.

Peter did as told, bringing you down and setting you on your two feet. You used one hand to lock the door while the other adjusted your dress. The brown haired boy beside you scrambled to dress himself, his eyes wide. You fixed your hair and wiped your mouth before shoving Peter away from the door. You unlocked it and cracked it open, sticking half of your body out. You instantly grinned at Flash who glared at you, arms crossed. “What do you want?” You asked, clearing your throat.

“I need your help, neighbors called the cops. Someone saw them. Get everyone the fuck out of here!” Flash insisted, he gestured for you to hurry up.

“Oh uh - shit! Okay.” You nodded, “Let me put on some shoes.” You held up a finger before scrambling back into your room and locking the door.

Peter stared at you, “What do I do?” He asks quietly. The music was now off, Flash was sitting at your door. You pulled on your shoes, looking around for answers. The doorknob rattled again, you quickly pushed Peter, pointing towards underneath your bed. He understood, quickly scrambling to hide himself.

You rushed back to the door, opening it before Flash stormed in. “Mom and dad!” He pointed to his phone, you shut the door behind him. Your step-brother answered the phone, a fake grin plastered on his face as he spoke. He sat on your bed, laying down as your parents checked up. You felt nerves in your stomach, you felt like throwing up. “Yeah, everything’s fine. We’re watching a movie and we’re gonna head to bed, right Y/N?” Flash looked at you.

“Oh yeah! Totally - everything’s cool here.” You answered quickly, running a shaky hand through your hair. After a few minutes, your parents hung up. “Okay, go and tell everyone to get the fuck out. I’m gonna talk to the neighbors.” Flash inspected you carefully before standing up and nodding, he headed towards the door. He stopped in his tracks, his face scrunching up in disgust as he looked at the floor. “W-What?” You asked anxiously, looking at him with wide eyes.

“I thought girls rooms are suppose to be clean.” He pointed at your discarded panties on the floor, Flash rolled his eyes before leaving.

You sighed out in relief, locking the door behind him. “You can come out,” You mumbled before watching Peter crawl out. A light-hearted laugh left your lips, he rolled his eyes at you as he walked over. Peter kissed you gently, his thumb pressed against your cheek. “Thank you for tonight.” You muttered on his lips, he pulled back and thanked you in return.

“I gotta go.” Peter reminded you, his hands on your hips. You both clearly didn’t want to be separated but he had to leave. He reached for the door before you pulled him back.

“No! Flash will see you.” You argued, Peter looked at you in confusion. “Um - “ You thought to yourself, turning and looking at the window. “It’s not a far jump.” You smiled nervously.

“Y/N,” Peter whines before sighing and trudging toward the window. He opened it, peering down and glaring at you jokingly in response.

“I’ll see you again, right?” You asked softly, tucking a hair behind your ear. You ran your hands down your dress, bouncing on your feet.

Peter nodded, a smile on his sweet face. “Yeah.” You enjoyed tonight, it wasn’t just about the touching and being with him physically. You genuinely had feelings for Peter Parker, you wanted to see him again. You wanted more than this too, but until that comes, this would be fine.

You kissed him again, hands pressed against his cheeks before you heard your door rattle again. Your eyes widened as you ushered him to jump out. Peter nodded, watching the door open and quickly jumping out of view. You whipped your head, quickly closing your window and grimacing at Flash.

“Well, are you coming?” He shouted in an annoyed tone.

“I’m coming, jeez!” You exclaimed, rushing past him.

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