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daisies-daydreams · 3 months

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IDK IF YOUVE DONE THIS BUT CAN I GET A HOBIE X GOOD GIRL!READER?! SMUT OR FLUFF WORKS IT DOENST MATTER BUT LIKE READER IS STRESSED OVER STUFF AND HOBIE CALMS HER DIWNDBSHWJWJWJE PLEASE I LOVE YOUR WORK <33

Relief (Hobie Brown x Good Girl!Reader)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Good Girl!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut Warnings: Depictions of Stress/Burnout, Hickeys, Making Out, “First Time”, Fingering, Nipple Play, Swearing Word Count: TBA Song Rec: Absolute Territory (Ken Ashcorp) A/N: AHHHH I shit you not I had the most absolutely stressful week - like I was having tremors I was so stressed so this came at the perfect time 😭 Anyway, Hobie would be so soft and supportive fr🙏 Thank you for your sweet request and I hope you enjoy!

Tears lined the corners of your eyes as you violently opened the door to your dorm suite. You threw your bag onto the couch before flopping down yourself. Your muffled cried reverberated inside your small living room as you stuffed your face into a pillow. You curled your fists as your jaw tightened, the room growing hotter by the second as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Lovie?” you heard Hobie hum. You gasped and perked your head up, only to shove it back down in shame. “(Y/N), what’s wrong?” your boyfriend asked as he stepped closer. You sniffled while Hobie sank onto the cushion next to you, the furniture creaking as he laid a hand on your upper back. You slowly tilted your head up, your chest aching before you sprung into his arms.

“Shhh, I’m here, lovie,” your love reassured you as he wrapped his arms around your trembling form. You nearly choked on a violent sob as you sat in his lap, your legs draped over his own while you ducked your head into his shoulder. Hobie hummed softly while he rubbed up and down your back. Your breathing began even as he began to press quick, little pecks to the top of your head. You sighed, your warm breath falling over his collarbone as he let his lips linger on the crown of your head.

“You wanna talk about it?” Hobie murmured as he smoothed one of his hands over your hip. Your bottom lip trembled as you wiped at your puffy eyes.

“I-I don’t know what’s come over me,” you hiccuped. Hobie continued to stroke over your ruffled clothes as you sighed heavily. “I failed my test today, and because of that, I got so flustered during my public speaking course that I stuttered over and over…in front of two-hundred students,” you groaned as bitter tears rolled down your cheeks. “I can’t do anything right,” you muttered while hanging your head in defeat.

“Oi, look at me,” your boyfriend gently coaxed you. You slowly lifted your gaze before squeaking as he stole a kiss.

“H-Hobie,” you blushed as you rested your fingertips over your lips, the warmth of his touch still lingering on your soft skin. He gave you a small smirk before peppering your face with several kisses. “Babe!” you laughed as he bombarded you with quick, passionate smooches. You felt him smile against your cheek before he pulled back again.

“Still havin’ those nasty thoughts about yourself?” he asked. You bit your lip and shook your head, your heart racing a little faster as you brought your hands up to his shoulders. “Good,” Hobie gave a lopsided grin before he kissed your cheek again. You smiled at his attempts to distract you, but the crushing weight of feeling inferior began to push back. You released a long, shaky breath before you felt him nip at your earlobe.

“I see your gears turnin’,” he rumbled before letting his hands slide up and down your sides, his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You stifled a small moan as he kissed behind your ear, his hands squeezing your hips as he suckled on your delicate skin. “You want me to help you…relax a bit more?” Hobie murmured as he slid a hand over the top of your thigh. You swallowed and parted your lips.

Sure, the two of you have made out a few times, but it’s never really gotten past that point.

“We don’t have to if-“

“I want to,” you cut him off. He blinked as you glanced away and heat filled your cheeks. “I-I mean, I’d like for you to-“ you felt your throat tighten as you wiggled your hips a little in his lap. You felt a surge of arousal sweep through your body as he slid his hand beneath your chin and gently caressed your face.

“What do you want me to do, (Y/N)?” he asked, a mixture of affection and arousal dripping from his words. Your heart raced as he began to tease your neck with small kisses up and down your pulse. You swallowed again as you squeezed your eyes shut, your tongue refusing to utter such a lewd request. “C’mon, sweet girl…use your words,” Hobie encouraged as his hand rested on top of your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. Your eyes snapped open as you took a deep breath.

“I-I want you to…finger me,” you finally manage to say, each word growing quieter than the last. Hobie’s eyes glowed with excitement as he hummed.

“Finger you, hm?” your boyfriend asked. You nodded vigorously, your body already growing hotter the longer he kept his hands on your thighs.

“Please, Hobie. I want…need to feel you,” you whined and gently rocked your hips forward. Hobie’s eyes widened at your bold confession. A smirk crossed his face before he kissed your forehead.

“Turn around f’me then,” he cooed. Your hands were practically shaking as you slid off of his lap, your sex yearning for his tender touch as you squeezed your thighs together. Your breath hitched when you felt him unlatch the back of your long skirt, the fabric crumpling around your feet as you shivered. You flinched when he hooked his fingers around the band of your soft panties.

“W-Wait!” you blushed. Hobie paused, his fingers just barely pulling your clothing down your hips as you gulped. “C-Could we keep these on for now?” you blushed while peeking over your shoulder. Hobie grinned softly as he pulled them back up.

“Sure thing, lovie,” he murmured before patting his lap. Your head spun as you stepped back. Your heart felt like it was about to burst as you sank down, your legs draped over his wet pussy rubbing against the thin fabric of your panties. Your jaw nearly dropped when you felt something hard rub between your asscheeks. “Mmm, there’s my pretty girl,” Hobie groaned into your ear as his hands dipped beneath your shirt.

You keened as he pecked the corner of your jaw, his kisses airy and light as he slid his fingertips beneath your bra. You arched your back as he dipped his head even lower, his plump lips puckering over your aching pulse. You squirmed in his lap as you felt him brush his fingers across your hard nipples, his warm breath falling over your skin while he played with your sensitive buds.

“You’ve got such pretty tits, y’know that?” he murmured, his lips dancing over the shell of your ear. You blushed and turned your head away, the pleasure already overwhelming your senses. Hobie chuckled before he gently squeezed your nipples between his long, heavy fingers. “I’d like to see them, if that’s alright with you,” he whispered. You nodded, your mind fuzzy with arousal as you arched into his touch. Hobie sighed as his hands soon made quick work of your bra. You shuddered as he slipped the fabric off before rolling your shirt above your head.

You wriggled in his lap as you sat almost completely exposed, your nipples growing even harder as the cool air of your living room kissed them. Hobie was being unusually quiet behind you, his large palms smoothing over your hips as his breath fell over your ear. You felt your cheeks warm even more as tears welled in your eyes. Why wasn’t he doing anything? Did he actually change his mind? Are you-

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he breathed. You opened your eyes, blinking rapidly before turning your head. Your boyfriend wore the softest smile you’ve ever seen - your heart melting into a puddle as you gazed into his warm eyes. You began to relax against him as he captured your lips in a slow, tender kiss. You sighed at the soft contact as your lips connected in a passionate caress, the sound of soft smacking echoing through the room as you moved and tilted your heads. You squeaked when you felt him squeeze one of your breasts while he parted from the kiss.

“Let me know if I’m goin’ too far, okay?” he whispered, eyes soft and breath ragged. You nodded.

“I-I will,” you panted. Hobie smiled before he kissed the corner of your mouth while tenderly massaging your soft tit.

“Good girl,” he praised. His words sent a spark of pleasure through your cunt as he locked lips with you again, his movements growing more heated and passionate by the second as he pressed his warm palm against your areola. You moaned quietly as you felt him gently pinch your bud between his fingers while he slipped the tip of his tongue inside your juicy mouth.

You parted your lips even more, gasping when you felt his whole tongue sink inside your wet cavern. Hobie groaned as your tongues glided in a passionate dance, the sounds of wet smacking making your thighs tremble and pussy pulse with heat. You felt no shame as you bucked your hips forward, your spine curving as you ached for his fingers stretching you wide open. Hobie hummed before he pulled back, his lips glossy with your combined spit as he watched you helplessly grind on his lap.

“You ready f’me?” he murmured, his hold on your nipple growing looser as you shivered. You nodded and tilted your head back, your lungs burning for air as your heart pounded.

“P-Please Hobie. I want you,” you gulped. Hobie cracked a small grin as he gently squeezed your breast. You tensed as his other hand traveled from your hip to your stomach.

“You sure about this, doll?” he asked. You bit your lip and swallowed thickly.

“Yes,” you could barely make that single word, your throat strained as desire clouded your mind. Hobie smiled against your cheek as he dipped his hand even lower, his fingertips gliding over your juicy slit. You mewled as he gently parted your puffy lower lips, your bundle of nerves pulsing as the sides of his fingers rubbed against it.

“You ever do this to yourself?” Hobie rumbled as he slowly rubbed your clit, his thumb working in tight, small circles. You jolted as a shockwave of pleasure rolled through your body, your walls clamping down on nothing as you squealed.

“O-Only a few times,” you confessed as your cheeks burned. A sharp cry fell from your lips as he began to massage your engorged clit even faster. You moaned as his lips found your neck again, lingering for much longer as he sucked a hickey over your pulse. You thrashed against him, your body trembling as your breathing grew ragged.

No, you couldn’t cum yet. Not before he could even put one finger inside you.

Your eyes snapped open when Hobie licked over the hickey on your neck, his warm tongue feeling like silk caressing over your skin as you whined.

“God you’re so fuckin’ sexy - so wet already,” he murmured as he slid one of his fingers down your slit. You arched your back as he pushed your panties to the side, the air kissing your exposed folds as he slid his fingertip over the seam of your weeping hole. Your eyes rolled back as your boyfriend continued his relentless touch on your clit, your chest heaving at every soft stroke and swipe of his thumb.

“H-Hobie,” you keened and squirmed as he continued to tease your slick entrance, slowly rubbing his finger up and down, back and forth. Hobie purred as he suckled on your neck, your body shivering as you threw your head against his bony shoulder. You gasped as you heard the slick “pop” of his lips leaving your skin, a fresh, tender hickey blooming across your neck. Your throat grew even tighter as he curled his finger against your entrance.

“Gonna take it slow,” he rasped as he squeezed your breast again. You mewled and nodded, your head dizzy as your heart pounded inside your ears. Hobie smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before he sank his digit inside you. Your lips drew into a straight line as you felt your walls open up around him, the slight burn making you stifle a yelp.

“Shhh, just relax, baby,” Hobie cooed while kissing your cheek. You swallowed and tried to take a deep breath, his long finger sinking even deeper inside you. You tried to stay still in his lap as he smeared some of your slick over your plush button before drawing slow, sloppy shapes around it. You parted your lips and moaned as you felt every ridge and curve of his digit caress your slick, gummy walls, the slight sting of the stretch melting into pleasure with each inch he sank inside of you.

You gasped when Hobie’s digit bottomed out inside you, his finger knuckle-deep as he let you adjust to being stretched out. You released a shaky breath as he slowly began to pump his digit, his other hand gripping and teasing your tit as he kissed behind your ear.

“You feel so good ‘n tight - bet you’d feel heavenly wrapped around my cock,” Hobie rumbled as your cunt squelched lewdly with each thrust of his finger. The thought made you cry out in pleasure as he trailed his lips over your pulse once more. You bucked your hips forward as his finger continued to rub against your plush walls, each stroke leaving you more breathless than the last.

“Mmmm Hobie,” you keened as he flicked his thumb against your clit, a spark of pleasure shooting through your core and turning your legs to jelly. Your jaw went slack when you felt another finger slowly slip inside you, stretching you in a painfully delicious way.

“Am I hurtin’ you?” your boyfriend whispered as he continued his slow pace inside your cunt. You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded. Hobie cooed before he slowed to a stop, letting you adjust to two of his digits inside you. “You’re doin’ such a good job, baby girl,” he praised before peppering your cheek with soft kisses. “Takin’ my fingers so fuckin’ well,” Hobie grunted, his thumb still working circles around your puffy bundle of nerves.

“H-Hobieee,” you mewled and pushed your chest out. Your love sighed as he smirked against your ear.

“You feel me there, love?” Hobie purred as he pushed his fingertips against your g-spot. You gasped as your eyes rolled back, your thighs trembling as you felt a wave of pleasure rush through your body. “Feel my fingers stuffed deep inside your tight, perfect cunt, hm?” he murmured before swiping his tongue behind your ear.

“Y-Yes,” you nearly choked. Hobie grinned before he slowly began to thrust both of his digits in and out of you. Your legs shook as your walls fluttered around his long fingers, the burn once again melting into a mind-numbing pleasure as he pumped his digits inside your tight cunt. You bit your lip as a loud moan threatened to slip past your lips. You whined when he let his thumb up from your clit.

“I don’t want you to hold back - make as much noise as you want. Let the whole bloody building know who’s makin’ you feel this good,” Hobie growled, his eyes lit with a burning lust as he moved his fingers even faster. You gasped before suddenly moaning, your sweet sounds bouncing off of the thin walls of your dorm as you felt him stroke deeper inside your dripping sex.

“Yes!” you cried out while hooking your hands behind his neck. Your juices soaked his long digits, dripping down his knuckles and palm as you moved your hips with his thrusts. Hobie groaned as he pressed his thumb on your bud, his other hand now falling to your hip as he swiped his tongue across the shell of your ear.

“That’s it…that’s my good girl,” your love rumbled. You gasped when you felt your cunt suddenly clamp down on his digits, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train.

“H-Hobie!” you screamed as your pussy flooded his hand with your warm, slick cream. Hobie released a sound you’ve never heard him make: a mix of a feral growl and a sultry moan as he continued to rub his fingers along your pulsing walls.

“God, you look so pretty when you cum,” he murmured while gently pressing down on your spongey g-spot. You moaned as another wave of pleasure crashed over you, your body trembling uncontrollably as your soft mewls filled the room.

“F-Fuck,” you gasped as your high began to fade. You panted wildly as your vision began to clear, your heart still racing as you began to relax in his hold. You blushed when you felt how wet his hand was against your burning sex as he kept his fingers stuffed between your raw, sensitive walls.

“You did so well, baby girl,” your boyfriend whispered. Hobie cooed as he slowly pulled his digits out of your soaked pussy, your hole puckering as soon as his fingertips slipped out of you. He gently kissed your temple as hot tears of post-coital bliss trickled down your cheeks. “You feelin’ alright?” Hobie asked. You sniffed and nodded, your mind swimming in a sea of pleasure as you gasped for air.

“Y-Yes, just need to catch my breath,” you panted. Hobie hummed as he patted your hips. The two of you sat in silence for a while, simply soaking in each other’s presence as the sun dipped behind the line of trees beside your dorm. You soon found your eyelids growing heavy as you relaxed on his lap. Hobie sighed before kissing the corner of your mouth.

“Feel any better?” he chuckled with a smirk. You grinned and returned his kiss, letting your lips linger on his before resting your forehead against his neck.

“Much better,” you giggled softly. ————

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shellshocklove · 4 months

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Maybe a blurb about Peter freaking out on trying to find a gift for reader for Christmas cause he waited until the last minute and all reader cares about is that he makes it home safe? 👀

that was the worst christmas ever! | peter parker

pairing: peter parker x female!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: christmas stress, self-deprecating peter, fluff

a/n: ok so hi! It’s been a while. these last few months have been hectic af– like on another level of hectic. i’m trying to get back a little to writing now that things have calmed down a little bit– so this is me dipping my toe into writing again. i hope there’s someone who’ll like this and merry christmas if you celebrate <3 (btw the title isn’t really connected to the story but gold star to the people who recognize the song)

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Slow. Sweaty. Loud.

The buzzing of humming conversations. People’s winter shoes clacking obnoxiously against the tile floor. A distant ‘Ho-Ho-Ho’ from the creepy mall Santa, slapping the thigh of some poor little girl screaming for ‘Mommy’ as the camera flashed with saved memories.

The guilt gnawed at the back of Peter’s neck as he hurried from store to store.

“Sorry, that’s out of stock.”

“If it’s not on the shelf, we don’t have it.”

With every no, Peter’s guilt was starting to mix with panic. His winter jacket was too hot, suffocating him like the thought of you tomorrow morning with no present from him to unpack. He knows he fucked up. Who in their right mind buys his girlfriend her Christmas present on Christmas Eve?

Peter Parker– that’s who.

He didn’t intend to leave it to the last minute – it just happened! He swears!

With a sigh and a shaky hand running over his face, Peter fished out his phone from his pocket. Entering the notes app, he felt his stomach start to turn. Reading over your wish list, he scrolled to the bottom where he hovered his thumb over the red x emoji. Ready to mark himself a boyfriend failure.

Suddenly, his phone came alive in his hands. A picture of your smiling face lighting it up. Guilt’s teeth scratched harder at his neck as he pushed the little green button.

“Hi baby!” Peter greeted, a fake smile spreading over his face even though you couldn’t see him.

“Oh, thank god! Peter– where are you? We’re leaving for your Aunt May’s in half an hour.”

Peter could hear the worry in your tone. He couldn’t help but hear it every time you called. A worry that he wouldn’t answer because something had happened. That he was lying in the street somewhere bleeding out.

Peter squeezed his eyes shut while a hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Yes,” he nodded to no one, “I know! I’m-I’m on patrol and I lost track of time– But I’m heading back now.”

“Peter,” you sighed down the phone. Peter stayed quiet, just listening to your breathing. He knew you worried about him – how could you not? You had every right to worry.

When you didn’t say anything, Peter drew a shallow breath, “I know– I’m sorry.” And he meant it – he always meant it – even when it felt like ‘Sorry’ was the word he told you more often than ‘I love you’.

“Peter– It’s okay… It’s okay just– just please hurry home.”

“I love you,” he hurried. A band aid over his bullet wound of disappointing you.

“I know– I love you too, Peter.”

Hot air washed over him as he exited through the revolving door of the mall. Out on the street he didn’t linger long. Busy New Yorkers hurried past him, splashing wet snow with every step. Digging his hands in his pocket, Peter made his way down the avenue while the wind bit at his cheeks.

Aunt May’s hugs were Peter’s favorite. The way she squeezed him just a little too tight, the smell of her signature perfume she’d worn since forever, and the wet kiss placed on his cheek. A few years ago, he’d playfully groaned and rubbed the kiss from his cheek with a roll of his eyes, but now as a twenty-something, he embraced them.

You were late, and it was Peter’s fault, but Aunt May didn’t seem to mind. The apartment looked the same as it did the last time he was here, sans the Christmas decorations and the smell of… cooking? Peter couldn’t believe his own nose as he snuck sneakily into the kitchen, leaving you and Aunt May in the hallway to catch up.

“May! Don’t tell me you actually cooked,” he called out with a disbelieving laugh.

Soon he could hear footsteps approaching before Aunt May passed through the doorway with you in tow. Peter caught your eye. Those kind eyes he always got lost in. He forgot to breath for a second. After three years together, you still managed to steal his breath.

“Damn right I’ve cooked,” Aunt May replied, a teasing lilt to her tone, “Don’t sound so surprised, Peter.”

“I’m not surprised– I’m impressed,” he teased, lifting the lid of one of the simmering pots.

A teasing pinch to his side made him yelp as Aunt May shooed him away from her stove.

Your sweet giggle filled the kitchen and Peter’s heart. He turned his head sheepishly to look at you where you were leaning against the door frame. An overwhelming urge to touch you came over him. You’d dressed up a little, it being Christmas Eve and all, and Peter thought you looked so pretty. Walking over to you he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You looked at him with a smile, one that felt warm around his heart.

“Hi, rude boy,” you teased.

Knitting his eyebrows together he gave you his best fake-offended look, “Hey.”

Your only response was that same sweet giggle he loved to hear. Your eyes were soft, with smiling crinkles around your eyes. He loved when you looked at him like that– so much that he couldn’t help but press a soft kiss to your lips. It was short (to spare Aunt May of your PDA), but still tender. When he leaned back to look at you again your smile had grown even wider.

Aunt May’s dinner was surprisingly good. She’d been diligently watching some cooking show every night and gotten inspired to try to start cooking– for real. So, the dinner was great. The laughter hung in the air the whole night, making Peter almost forget about his earlier failure and nagging guilt.

While getting ready for bed, an idea popped into Peter’s head. He finished brushing his teeth in record speed, spitting harshly in the sink.

“Ew,” you mumbled through toothpaste, “Ook at that ig blob,” you pointed to the toothpaste he’d spat out that stuck to the porcelain. He locked eyes with you in the mirror – your teasing smile through the swipe of your toothbrush.

“Shut up,” he laughed and bumped his hip against yours before wiping the toothpaste away with his finger.

“Just making sure you’re not leaving poor Aunt May to clean up your mess,” you winked after spitting out your own toothpaste.

Sneaking away was the hardest part. You loved to snuggle before bed, never able to fall asleep until you’d laid in his arms and talked for at least half an hour. But Peter was patient – even if his eyelids felt heavier than the train he’d stopped that one time. When he started to hear your breathing start to get heavier and those small noises you always made escaped you; Peter crawled as gently as he could out of bed.

The living room of Aunt May’s apartment was bathed in a soft yellow glow coming from the Christmas tree in the corner. A strange forgotten feeling of the past clouded Peter for a moment. Memories of waking up in the middle of the night to sneak into the living room to see if Santa had come pushed their way to the forefront of his mind. This time though, he had to make sure Santa had left some presents for someone else.

“Who’s next?” Aunt May asked.

Outside a Christmas miracle was falling from the sky shaped as heavy white snowflakes.

“I have no presents left,” Peter said from where he sat at the edge of the lounge chair, his Christmas presents taking up most of the space.

“I have one left,” you said from where you sat pretty on the floor. The plaid pajamas adorning your body matched ones he was wearing. Peter watched with a bated breath as you picked up the homemade envelope.

“To my baby, from Peter,” you read his chicken scratch.

“Aw,” Aunt May cooed from the couch.

Peter had to fight the urge to cringe as he watched you open the envelope. His heart drummed in his chest, and it made him feel ridiculous. Digging your hands into the envelope you pulled out a handful of small paper squares. Watching your eyebrows knit together in confusion, Peter pressed his lips harder together.

“What’s this?” you asked, curious hands picking up a paper square to read. “Oh!” you laughed, slightly embarrassed but still sending Peter a mischievous smile.

“What is it?” Aunt May asked.

“It’s…” you laughed again, eyes dancing over the paper squares.

Curiosity killed the kat – or in this case Aunt May – as she leaned forward to snatch a paper square to read. You jumped at her movements before you chased after her.

“No, May,” you pressed, managing to steal the paper before she could read it, “Read this one instead!” You handed her another paper square before sending Peter a chastising but grateful look.

“Oh, it’s love coupons!” May exclaimed, “That’s such a good gift idea, Peter! So thoughtful of you.’1 movie night where you pick the movie’,” May read loudly from the paper coupon.

Dropping all the coupons back into the envelope, you stood to your feet and made your way over to Peter. You cupped his head in your hands and tilted his head to look up at you. Then you leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“Thank you, Peter,” you said against his lips before placing another kiss to his lips.

“You liked them?” he asked with uncertainty.

You just smiled before you gave him a nod, “I loved them,” you clarified and sealed it with another kiss. When you broke away you wrapped your arms around him to pull him in for a hug. A relieving warmth spread throughout his chest as he nuzzled his face in your neck. He felt you press a tender kiss to the spot behind his ear that made him weak.

“Can’t wait to cash them in,” you whispered in his ear, “Especially the ones who’ll put you on Santa’s naughty list.”

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int-writersmind · 5 months

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Songbird & Spider

Peter Parker x f!Reader

You're Peter Parker's neighbor, an aspiring songwriter who can't help but play your work-in progresses out loud, and Peter can't help but overhear.

Word Count: 1.3k

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The first thing Peter remembered about you was that song you played outside your window one early morning. You were sitting on the windowsill, one leg inside your apartment the other resting on the fire escape. Your eyes were closed as you strummed along to a jazzy little tune on your guitar, half singing the words, half mumbling along. Peter was coming home from a late night patrolling the city, he was going to go through his window since it was still so early, but settle for the roof so as to not disturb your singing.

The two of you almost stumble into one another when you exit your apartment and as he enters his, damn New York City apartments and its tight hallways.

“Late night?” You say.

Peter shrugs and says, “Early Morning?”

“Yeah, I picked up an opening shift.” You turn and lock your door, giving a quick goodbye. “See ya.”

Peter watches you as you hurry down the stairs.

Later that day, after a few hours of sleep, Peter decides to take to the skies of the city as Spider-Man, just swinging by and keeping an eye on things. Unknowingly he passed by the little diner you worked at in the morning. He only knew since he ran into you one day when coming back home, you in your bright diner outfit you tried to hide with your jacket. He couldn’t help but hang back for a minute, seeing you inside. Watching you attend some tables, a smile on your face as you held a serving tray with multiple plates. You had a natural aura that made people drawn to you. You liked the attention, but not in a self-centered kind of way, but in the way that showed that you were meant to be a performer.

Another day, when Peter was catching up with his dirty dishes, he heard you from the other side of the apartment’s thin walls. You were stomping your way, mostly likely back from a long shift, since the sun was currently going down. Peter couldn’t help but open his window as he had a feeling that’s where he’ll find you.

And there you were, still in uniform, sitting on the fire escape, guitar in hand, book off to the side. “Trying to catch a sneak peek?” You say, eyes still closed.

Busted for his peering, Peter just nervously glances around before just resolving to the situation and steadying himself on the fire escape. “Just getting some air.”

“Hmm, sure” You smile at him, peeking with one eye before going back to strumming. “Had an idea on the way back from work, I didn't want to forget.”

“I’ll leave if you want, you know, if you want to be alone.” Peter stumbles out.

“What kind of performer would I be if I shooed off an audience,” You stop playing for a moment to write something in your notebook.”Even an audience of one.”

“Now I feel kind of special.”

You smile back at him, before readjusting your guitar and clearing your throat. “Can I play you something?”

“Uh…I’d be honored”

You nod before you strum the guitar, playing a few chords that reminded Peter of a jazzy type of beat. When the words came, your voice was low, rich and just a tad husky, dragging some notes to the melody of the song.

Peter was starting to get into the music when suddenly you stopped short. “That’s all I got so far, I’m sure the rest will come. Thanks for listening.”

“Anytime.”

You check your watch, silently cursing to yourself before turning back to Peter, “Anytime huh? Well I play at the club around the corner from here most nights. Maybe I’ll see ya.”

You go back inside your apartment, leaving Peter alone with an open invitation and his thoughts.

Peter did visit the club, kinda, except from the outside and not as Peter Parker. It was about a week later, he came around after a run in with the Shocker left him itching for something less jolt-y. But there you were inside the club, he made your voice out from the open windows and door. He recognized some of the songs that you played, many jazzy interpretations of modern pop songs. Unknowingly, he had stayed for your whole set as he watched you walk out of the club's door by yourself, guitar case strapped to your back.

He kept an eye on you, promising himself that he’ll only see you home. He swung from building to building, making sure you didn’t leave his sights. There were a couple of run-ins that he thought might escalate into something, like bumping into the shoulder of a partially grumpy passerby or a group of shady individuals that gave you a second glance. But none of that phased you, you weren’t delusion or even naive. You were confident and that confidence radiated off of you that signaled to others that you weren’t just anybody to mess with.

As soon as you made it to the apartment building, Peter decided that you were safe enough to not have some spandex wearing hero watching over you, even if that was a gross oversimplification of the materials of his suit.

It was until a few hours later, with the sun starting to pierce the sky, Peter decided to return back home. He landed on the far side of the apartment’s roof, on the other side of the door that led to the actual apartments themselves. As he was changing back into more Peter appropriate clothing when he noticed a familiar tune. The same tune he heard that early, rainy morning, the same tune as the day you caught him listening. He peered around, trying his best to not to alert you of his presence, leaning against the outside door to hear the song to completion.

The song was a mix between something jazzy and something folky, for lack of better words. It seemed to be a story of a stranger who has strange hours and does strange activities. The stranger helped those who needed it without asking for anything in return. The stranger was known to all but no one knew the stranger, not truly it seemed. It ended on a mystery, with you no longer singing and just carrying on the instrumental from the verses.

“Just as good as last time.” You say out loud.

Peter was perplexed, “How did you-”

“I’m a musician,” You simply state. “I have great ears. And you’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

You turn around, still continuing to play, as Peter asks, “So, who’s the Stranger in the song?”

“Hmm,” You think it over, “A neighbor of mine.”

“Do I know them?”

“I think the two of you are well acquainted.”

“Really?” Peter tries to rack his mind, who could this neighbor be?

“This neighbor of ours…it is actually quite famous. Locally famous, but I think news travels far.”

“Huh…I think I’m stumped.” You turn around in a lazy circle, slowing down your playing, but not stopping. “This neighbor likes to frequent the roof but sometimes, when he thinks everyone's asleep or no one’s watching, likes to go through windows.”

Peter tries, and fails, to hide his stunned look. “Ummm, I–”

“The apartment has dreadfully thin walls,” You walk closer to Peter, dipping your head close to his, “And our fire escapes are awfully close to each other. But don't worry stranger, your secret is safe with me.”

You give the guitar one sharp little strum before moving it away from your body. You lean against the edge of the roof, glancing over at the city surrounding you.

“So will this stranger make any more appearances in your songs?

“I say so,” You grin, “He’s much too interesting, but I would prefer to get to know him a little more.”

“Do you?” Peter moves in close to you, placing his hands on the edge of the roof, staring at you as you bring your attention back to him.

“Why don’t you come back to my apartment so I can play you some more songs, over a couple of drinks?”

Thanks for reading, comment if you like, it would be greatly appreciated and look out for Part 1 of my Christmas Peter Parker x Reader series starting this Sunday! Bye

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meiluu · 5 months

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Fight Our Battles

Peter Parker/ Female!Reader cw: Violence, reader gets hurt, hurt/comfort, a bit of angst, fluff. lower-case intended, not edited can be viewed as any spider-man, but i personally imagined ps4/ps5 peter

what had started out as a regular saturday, with you and peter swinging through new york like any typical patrol around the city turned into something much more than either of you were ready for.

green goblin had escaped from the raft and was causing mayhem within the city, fires and ominous clouds of smoke and ash begin to engulf the city. and here you and peter are trying to get people to safety as well as deal with the goblin.

"Go after him! I've got the civilians!" peter whips his head to your direction, about to argue and say that you both need to stick together. shaking your head "I've got this go! I trust you spider-man!" your tone is final and peter reluctantly leaves you to pursue the goblin.

watching his retreating figure you focus your mind onto what's in front of you. webbing up unstable buildings, pulling people from fiery cars and rubble. stopping for moment to catch your breath you realize that this area is finally okay enough for you to leave it as first responders finally make it to the scene. using your in-suit tracker you quickly find peters location and hastily begin swinging your way there.

getting to peter your eyes immediately catch onto his much more battered form, there are cuts across his chest and through his emblem. but he seems to have the upper hand- having cornered goblin into a abandoned area of construction. quickly shooting a web you swing in, landing a harsh kick to the goblins face.

an enraged roar leaves him as his mask is flung off-wobbling on his glider. Then you see two webs sticking to either side of the goblin, and just as you see those webs you see peter slingshotting himself feet first into the goblins chest. the concrete behind him cracks and the goblin tumbles to the ground, his glider crumbling along with him.

with the goblins figure staying slumped upon the ground both your and peters shoulders slump in relief and exhaustion. then the sound of police sirens filter into the air as dozens of cop cars pull up, ready to detain the menace. "I have some of the anti-serum for him, its not permanent but maybe it'll help with keeping him in custody." peter voice is tired, as he makes his way over to you as you both scan each other for any lethal injuries. nodding you head you watch as peter begins to head towards a vial that was resting upon the ground. you suspected it had gotten flung out of his hand while he fought with the goblin.

then your senses begin screaming at you, BEHIND YOU!

you barely make out peters terrified scream of your name before the disgusting crazed green eyes of the goblin look up at you from the ground with one of his miniature bombs in his hand. then its dark.

the familiar sound of air whooshing past your ears along with searing hot pain across your abdomen is what wakes you from your sleep. "pete?" your words are moaned out in pain and confusion. "yeah its me- just hang on we are almost to the hospital. just stay awake for me please." your heart clenches at how desperate peter's voice is, you can do nothing but nod and bury your head further into his chest- hoping that the pain would go away if you did.

peters feet thump heavily into the ground when he finally lands in front of one of the hospitals in new york that was getting not as flooded with survivors from the attacks. and your heart clenches again at peter voice shouting out for help, "i need a doctor, please!"

there voices start to fade out, you catch how peter voice is a near roar as someone tries pulling off your mask. and it sounds like that person is then shoved away by what you assumed was dozens of nurses, he tells them to leave on your mask- but it sounded more like a command. the softness of a bed greets your back, peter having set you onto a gurney. nurses are putting an iv as the quickly roll you further into the hospital- eyes lids growing heavy you succumb to the sleep, hoping that when you awake the pain will be gone.

peter's pov.

if not for the mask every one within the waiting room would see my tears flowing feely down my face.

god how did i not realize the goblin wasn't knocked out, why didn't i web him up- how could i be so careless!?

and now you were in the operating room, were i hoped with all of being that you would be saved. looking down to my hands that lay limp to my sides i see- your blood smeared into the red of my suit. biting my lip to snuff out the sob that threatens to escape me. why wasn't it him who got hurt? why was it always someone else taking the blows for him?

i don't know how long i just stood there staring down the hallway that lead towards the operating room with you in it. but eventually the doctor how had pushed away that asshole who tried taking off your mask earlier- and had quickly let me know that he would be operating on you- made his way towards me.

quickly walking towards him, his face isn't sad or drafted instead a hopefully expression takes up his face. "she's ok, no major internal injuries surprisingly, but she has a bunch of stitches and will need to stay here for-" i don't let him finish before i'm tugging him into hug, "thank you, i don't- i, just thank you so much."

a soft laugh leaves the doctor, "with what you two do for this city everyday, there's no need for thanks. i should be thank you both for all the good you've done for this city and its people." stepping back from the hug a chuckle leaves me, "i guess we're at an impasse doc... but um- where is she?" he quickly gives me her room number, then i'm running there.

getting to your room, i see you. sleeping peacefully with your mask still covering your face, walking closer towards the bed i sit down in one of the spare chairs within the room. grasping your hand into mine my body finally begins to lighten as all of the accumulated stress begins to pour off of me. and with the comforting sound of your steady breathing i let myself drift off.

reader pov.

its been a few weeks since the goblins attack upon new york, his final one- with him succumbing to his wounds after setting off that miniature bomb. most of my stitches have been taken out and there only remains a very small scar from that day. and with the city repairing itself me and pete have taken a bit of a break from spider-maning... mainly because i needed to recover and peter hasn't want to leave my side. which i'm not complaining about but i can see how much that day hurt peter, though with each day that passes i see that darkness lighten.

and today i continue with that goal of lessening that darkness, having slept in with peter cuddled in your shared bed. gently i brush my fingers through his soft brown locks, "good morning pete." he buries his head deeper into my chest, you can feel him smile against your skin. "i think we are well past morning." an ouch leaves him with my pinch against the skin of his shoulder. "so technical." my tone teasing, a soft kiss is place against the side of my neck as peter raises his head to meet my gaze. beautiful hazel eyes that hold nothing but adoration within them. "good morning." sleep still hold onto his voice making it a bit huskier than normal, his plush lips are planting a sweet kiss against mine.

eyes instinctively shutting at the all to familiar sensation of butterflies within my stomach as my heart relishes in our shared affection. pulling away i bring my hand to his face, caressing his skin.

"i love you, so much peter." a radiant smile blooms across his face, "I love you too." looking into his gaze i'm pleased to find that some of that darkness has nearly disappeared. "you doin' okay pete?" he raises his eyebrow at my question, then lowers when he realizes what i'm asking about. "yeah.. i just- i nearly lost you. and i don't know what i would do if i lost you."

"i know i cant promise you but i will try with everything i have to never let that happen again." peters warm and muscled arms wrap around my torso pulling us chest to chest, with no space between us. "and i'll do the same for you, i never want you to feel what i felt that day."

and with those words peter buries himself further into our embrace, where we both lay relishing in each others presence. warmed by our bodies and the rays of the sun shining through our bedroom curtains, as we stay encased in our plush comforter.

a breath of relief leaves me, brain becoming flooded with peters comforting scent as my heavy heart lightens at our declarations to one another. together we would fight to make sure that both of us came home, make sure that we would have the rest of our live together and not apart.

(omg i just went into a crazed writing spree for like 2 hours, i wrote this at 4am-5am so sorry if there are parts that don't make sense. Hope you enjoyed this :D )

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cherriesforhim · 9 months

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Ok, Superhero.

Pairing: peter parker x ballerina!fem!reader

Warnings: if there are any pls let me know i have terrible critical skills. Also english is not my first language so if there are any grammatical mistakes lmk and sorry in advance.

Summary: After an exhaustive ballet practice you decide to take a shortcut on your way home, but your decision might mess with certain superhero's plans.

A/N: just something i had on drabbles and thought it was really good to leave there, couldnt finish tho, willing to try depending on the feedback! Hope yall like it, its really short..

Words: 215

This is it.

I guess thats how it ends, you think.

You should have never taken that alley to get home early, you knew it was risky, especially for a girl, but your feet hurt so much it was affecting your brain function, you just wanted to get home faster, clearly a mistake that lead you to this very moment.

"Hey look, i wont hurt you, okay?!" he says quickly, like a loud whisper. Its kinda hard to believe it when the person saying that has their hand covering your mouth and is pressing you against the dirty wall of a stinky alley.

And wears a fucking mask, seriously, this is so fucking stupid, dying by the hands of a delusional serial killer.

So you let out an useless muffled scream, with wide eyes and anger, you're not even scared, you're just mad at your fucked up decision making skills.

"Y- oh Jesus! Im sorry- im not the bad guy, im a superhero" oh god, it gets even worse "see the uniform?" he takes a step back without letting his hands off of you and looks down as a sign for you to do the same.

You eye him head to toe. In red, deep blue and spider web patterns, stands the self-proclaimed superhero.

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jahayla-parker · 1 month

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what about getting college acceptance letters w peter parker (can you tell my mood rn? bahaha)

College Acceptances : Peter Parker x Reader Blurb

“Wait, what did that one say?” Peter asked, leaning over y/n’s shoulder as she went to open what he predicted would be yet another college acceptance letter.

“Here,” y/n grinned, kissing her supportive boyfriend’s cheek briefly as she passed him the third letter she’d opened today. She watched as Peter read over it and pulled her to him with a grin.

“I knew you’d get in!” Peter cheered. “See, now that adds four matches for us so far,” he beamed. He quickly scribbled a checkmark next to the associated school. He’d made a list of the colleges in which they had both applied to and was checking them off when they both got letters back. So far, they’d matched on each school that they’d both received letters from.

“Yeah, but those are our backups,” y/n reminded Peter softly.

“Still!” Peter shrugged, unable to contain his excitement. “It gives us lots of options already, and this is just the first week of letters y/n/n!” When he saw she was still slightly apprehensive, he pulled her to him and placed a bunch of kisses all over her face. “Well here from MIT any day, I just know it!” As she grinned and nodded in agreement, he beamed. “That’s my girl!” He grabbed the next unopened envelope and slid it her way, “now, keep going!”

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jbbuckybarnes · 8 months

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How Peter Parker would comfort and care for a depressed loved one

(don't mind me, just some self-indulgence I wrote when I was in the trenches of depression)

• "No, no, no, what we're not gonna do is feel guilty. This world is a depressing place when the rest of you isn't stable. And the world loves making people unstable."

• He'd meal prep for you, wake you up on time to keep your rhythm in check, bring you sleep tea, watch movies with you on particularly bad days.

• "What's your current take on going outside? Vitamin D might do you good." He'd ask cautiously.

• You'd tense up at the idea of spending more energy than you had but knew it was needed to get better.

• "I can...carry you to the rooftop?" He'd raise his brow.

• You'd do grabby hands at him from the bed.

• You'd chill on the sunny rooftop for 45 minutes every now and then, not talking much, just existing.

• "What are your thoughts on therapy?" He'd mumble a few weeks down the line.

• "The only thing my insurance covers is CBT. I fucking hate CBT."

• "What if we figure out a way to pay someone you can choose?"

• "I don't wa-" "Na-ah, friends help friends survive."

• Please imagine Spider-Man making a couple extra bucks by helping people install solar panels and carrying heavy stuff.

• He'd sit down next to you with a laptop and you'd search for therapy options.

• "DBT. IFS. EFT. The other EFT. Hypnotherapy. Logo Therapy. Integrative Therapists for Psychedelics. Somatic Experiencing." Even he was overwhelmed with the option.

• "IFS. Hypnotherapy. Maybe Logo Therapy." You mumbled and he decluttered the tabs.

• You landed on a woman doing both IFS & Hypnotherapy. Both things that intrigued you.

• "I mean if nothing else works...drugs still exist." You'd shrug and he'd smirk at that.

• He'd bring you to your first appointment giving you the biggest hug before you went in.

• The woman would explain to you that you needed to get mentally resourced first and that she'd try with a specific type of hypnosis to see if that helps.

• When Peter saw you get out of the building he'd instantly put his arm around you while walking.

• "I'm so tired." You'd mumble leaning against him while walking, trusting him to lead the way while you were spacing out, "Gonna tell you about it after a long sleep."

• You'd wake up the next morning with energy. Still depressed, but not quite as depressed as the previous days. He slept over to make sure there were no weird aftereffects.

• You would look at him sleeping and get up to make yourself something simple to eat.

• He'd peek his eye open before both of them were wide open seeing you standing in the kitchen.

• "Woah." He mumbled before getting up and hugging you.

• "How was it?" You paused for a second, "That's what he said."

• You told him what the hypnosis felt like and that you went back to the origin of your depression and did some inner child work thing. And the hypnosis took a lot more out of you than you expected. And now you had more energy and hoped it wasn't short-form placebo.

• "Even if it is, she can still do the other work with you." You nodded.

• "Can we go for a short walk?" He'd eagerly nod.

• Over the weeks you'd get better and better at coping with your symptoms and connecting to your inner parts. You'd figure out your triggers and how to calm yourself out of them.

• He'd love to see you flourish and take you on little friend (👀) dates all across New York City the more energy you'd have.

• He'd make sure you'd keep seeing the beautiful things in the world. He'd program your TV to not show news. He'd actually send you good news deliberately.

• "We should live together." You'd suggest.

• "If you can handle the feds searching the apartment at some point." He'd giggle.

• "I'd be good with that. I'd hide little things making it awkward for them." You both laughed.

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starfa11 · 1 year

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okay, tiiiiny continuation of my falling in love with spider-man but being rivals with peter parker idea.

Fourth of July

It’s been a shitty day, let’s face it. It’s infinitely easier to sit on a new york rooftop with the cold nipping your fingers and the occasional sad song playing than it is to let yourself wallow in self-pity and loathing. Going to school was hard and finding the motivation to keep up your grades was even harder, so staring at the city's smog and listening to music was an outlet, safe, quiet, and uninterrupted. Or so you thought, because when Spider-man lands on your roof, all swagger and sarcasm, it takes everything in your being not to break into uncontrollable tears at the intrusion. It’s like he knew, it was like he heard, and if you were being truthful he probably did. There was a frown in his voice when he finally broke the sullen silence, “So…” and he drew out the syllables of it like he just didn’t know how to comfort somebody on a rooftop, and that thought alone was laughable, and he watched as a gentle light returned to your face. He stopped by enough as a masked vigilante to know the tells, but he’d never seen this. You didn’t show this in class or hallways, this burnt-out, hollow human being, part of him hurt, as he stood. “You’re going to freeze out here without a jacket on” “And you won’t freeze in skin-tight spandex?”. It was a snarky comment, not intended to hurt, just intended to prompt banter, which he complied with easily, “Getting cold is the least of my worries, rooftop girl” and there was a semi-sweet grin behind his tone as the conversation continued, flowed really as he listened to you, somehow giving you undivided attention. And he couldn’t help but smile because looking at the moon, acting like loons, while you seemed to be two seconds too close to tears was almost too much for him to handle, but he was okay with that, it felt like the Fourth of July, when he looked at the fireworks in your eyes.

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xo-katana · 9 months

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚| Peter & Mayday’s Late Night Shift

Peter and Mayday are usually never working a late shift. It has a lot to do with the fact Mayday is still in diapers. Matter of fact, it’s rare for Mayday to be out later than 8 PM. But unfortunately for Y/n, being in the medical field meant that if they called for last minute shift pick ups, she’d take it with no questions asked.

With her working late and Peter needing to do patrol, Mayday had no choice but to tag along. But that mean messing up Mayday’s sleep schedule. That alone, made her just like every other normal baby. Cranky, loud, fussy, and everything but calm. If Peter wasn’t so busy trying to soothe her nerves, he’d be crying along with her.

It wasn’t a smooth night shift for nurse Y/n either. Being an ER nurse meant soothing the nerves of many sick and ill children. She didn’t mind it though. Being a nurturing person was one of many good qualities that she had. The reason Peter fell head over heals for her. But just because she didn’t mind it, didn’t mean it didn’t wear her out.

The clock strikes 3 AM. Both Peter and Mayday enter through one of the windows of their two bedroom home even though Y/n strictly says no to entering that way. Mayday, still fussy as ever, creates an echo throughout the home as Peter sluggishly walks through the hallway and into his bedroom. He takes the baby carrier off and throws it into the corner of the room carelessly, holding Mayday in one hand. He sighs, listening to the front door unlock. “Mama must be home Mayday.” He says bouncing her in his arm slowly in attempt to hush the cries.

Y/n walks to their bedroom with a sigh, equally sluggishly and sleepy. Looking at Peter who is evidently burnt out and exhausted, there was a clear understanding that both of them were in sleep debt. Y/n puts her bag down, giving Peter a kiss on the lips before carefully grabbing Mayday out of Peters calloused hands. “Hey baby girl…” Y/n whispers, holding Mayday in her embrace while rocking side by side.

Peter looks at Y/n and his daughter with a smile. Though Mayday wasn’t biologically Y/n’s, the bond created between the two of them made Peter’s heart melt through his chest. It was clear that from the beginning, Y/n was Maydays mother. The two girls he loved together was enough to calm his fatigue. Sitting on the edge of their bed, his eyes soften listening to Maydays sobs turn into coos and giggles. Y/n makes eye contact with Peter, soon joining him on the edge of the bed. “How was your shift?”

He closes the space between them, his head resting on her shoulder as he looks down at Mayday who slowly drifts off to sleep in Y/n’s arms. “It felt like the week Mayday started teething. What about yours?” He whispers making Y/n giggle quietly.

Y/n shakes her head. “Don’t wanna talk about it.”

He nods his head fully understanding why she must not want to speak about it. Standing up slowly, he yawns whilst stretching. “I’m going to shower. I’ll be back to put her to bed.” She nods watching him enter their bathroom.

Peter comes back after a bit, dressed in sweatpants and no shirt. Ringing his hair with his towel, he puts it away before coming back to Y/n and Mayday. “Alright Y/n-” shutting his lips that curl into a small grin, he chuckles quietly seeing Y/n and Mayday cuddled together, snores leaving both of their mouths.

He carefully climbs into his side of their bed, wrapping his arm around his family, looking at Y/n’s eyes flutter open. “Just for tonight.”

Humming in response, he brings both of them closer to him. A smile on his face as he closes his eyes as well.

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jupitercomet · 2 years

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The Office’s Guide to Falling in Love

summary - You are not in love with Peter Parker. He’s just your best friend who makes you watch The Office with him. So why is Jim so relatable?

warnings - fluff, language, office spoilers, italicized dialogue is office quotes

word count - 3.6k

It was hard for you to think of Peter as anything more than a friend. It wasn’t anything of his own doing, there was nothing he could have done to change this outcome if he tried. It was more of a defense mechanism. You saw Peter as a friend because you couldn’t see him as anything more than a friend. And it wasn’t like it was easy, but repressing emotions began to come like second nature. Bright, tooth filled smiles and bashful looks to the floor were always common and it felt like every second you were getting better at holding back the butterflies that were buzzing in your chest. Peter was a friend because you were too. And that’s all you would be.

The thing was, you didn’t know if you loved Peter. You knew what it was like to love a family member, what it was like to love a friend, but everyone said that when you love love someone, it’s different. How do you know you love someone if you have no conception of it? You could just as easily say you didn’t love Peter just as you could say you did love him. What’s the point of ruining a friendship over something you don’t even know to be true?

And it wasn’t like you hadn’t tried. Phillip Garner, 6th grade, pretended to propose to you in the parking lot of your middle school, turned straight to your friend and asked if she was jealous enough to date him now. Ricky Mueller, the boy you’d had a crush periodically for five years straight, told you to your face that he thought your best friend was hotter than you. Liam Wagner, took you on your first real date, held your hand and made you smile, motioned to the backseat of his car with a suggestive smile, left you alone in the parking lot when you refused. The list goes on.

At some point, you realized that the common factor was that there always seemed to be someone better than you. And that was fine. Who cared if a couple guys didn’t think you were worth it? But how could you confidently look at yourself, see all the flaws they were quick to point out, and think that Peter could love you? The most mediocre boys you’d ever met couldn’t see you that way, it was only a logical conclusion that Peter couldn’t either.

And maybe people would say that you were closing yourself off to opportunities or that you shouldn’t put all your value into what a couple guys thought of you, but when you couldn’t recall one positive romantic experience, it was easier to shut it down when you still could. So while everything about Peter seemed to fill you with an inflated feeling you couldn’t place, you ignored it. You don’t feel those things about your friend.

“You look like you died.” Peter’s comment had you nudging him playfully, rolling your eyes.

“Maybe if you didn’t keep forcing me to binge Star Wars with you, I would have enough time to finish all my homework and go to sleep before two in the morning,” you shot back, fully expecting him to respond with some witty reply, but it never happened.

Peter looked down thoughtfully, as though considering your words, which were serious to an extent, but you would never fault him for it. He twisted the straw of his coffee cup a couple times before looking back up at you.

“Here,” the cup was placed in your hand and you gave him a quizzical look.

“Did you not want it anymore?”

Peter let out a soft laugh at your words, though you had no idea why. “If that’s what makes you drink it, then sure.”

You weren’t sure if love was supposed to be painful, but considering everyone had only good things to say about it, you didn’t think it was. Which was just another reason why you didn’t love Peter. Because it felt like a crushing weight on your chest to watch him throw his head back with laughter or smile so bright you swear it could light up any room. You pushed aside the fact you only seemed to feel that pain when his laugh or smile wasn’t directed at you.

You knew that part of you was scared that one day Peter would find someone. It was a thought you had a lot actually. It wasn’t like you and Peter could just stay the way you were forever. Your relationship was close, closer than quite a few of your friends thought it should be for just ‘pals’ and you couldn’t really argue with them. The day Peter got a girlfriend, you knew your friendship would change because part of you knew that your friendship wasn’t normal. But Peter only thought of you as a friend. So it should be easy, right?

“What happened? Did you miss your bus?” You couldn’t remember the last time Peter hadn’t been first on the Academic Decathlon bus on competition day and now he wasn’t even on the bus, he was standing on your front porch.

“No, I just missed my wife.” His words had your eyebrows almost raised to your hairline as that was, quite possibly, the last thing you were anticipating to hear.

“What the fuck?” You could stop yourself, the words rolling off your tongue before you could think.

Your reaction drew a loud laugh from him, the sound making you almost shiver. “C’mon Y/N, have you never seen The Office? You quoted Pam word for word.”

“Oh,” again you spoke before you thought and the word sounded dejected on your lips. Backtracking quickly, you stepped aside to let him in.

If Peter had noticed your quick change in attitude, he didn’t say anything, making himself at home on your couch like he always seemed to. You still had no idea what he was doing there, but, knowing him, it meant that the competition had probably been canceled and he had come to hangout with you instead.

“You playing hooky, Parker?” You teased, falling back into the normal patterns of your friendship and you made yourself comfortable on the cushion next to him.

“A couple students from the other team got the flu, so they decided to reschedule,” he shrugged. “But you didn’t answer my question.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, a common defense mechanism, it gave you a couple seconds to catch yourself when you noticed you were staring too long. “No, I haven’t seen The Office. Does this mean you’re gonna stop being my friend?”

Especially more recently, it felt like anytime you had made some sort of self-deprecating joke, Peter would ignore the playful air around you and say something meaningful. And you weren’t quite sure why.

“I’m never gonna stop being your friend.”

You shifted awkwardly, letting out a cough and trying to ignore the fact that Peter was looking at you. Grabbing the remote, you turned on the T.V. quickly.

“So,” you turned to him with a smile plastered onto your face. “Should we watch it then?”

The seriousness in Peter’s eyes seemed to disappear and he smiled at your suggestion, taking the remote from you and pulling up the first season of the show he was determined to make you love. You hadn’t meant to, but as the opening scene played on the screen, you found yourself scooting closer and closer to Peter. But only because he had the blanket.

“That’s Pam and Jim,” he spoke softly in your ear as the camera panned to the two characters. “He’s in love with her, but she has no idea. She thinks he only thinks of her as a friend.”

You knew you were reading into things. You knew you were. But something about the way he said it made you wonder. He’s in love with her, but she has no idea. She thinks he only thinks of her as a friend.

It became a tradition between the two of you. Every Friday, one of you would go home with the other and watch as many episodes as you could sit through. Any time Peter had patrol, you would just wait until after, getting as far as you could in the show before he inevitably passed out.

You knew you would have enjoyed the show regardless, but watching Peter laugh at every joke or mouth along to the scenes he’d memorized made the whole experience that much better. You couldn’t even be mad at yourself for not watching it sooner. How could you be, when you got to experience the whole thing through Peter’s eyes.

However, the only negative was that, now, it was getting more difficult to say you didn’t love Peter. Your only measure of defense was that you didn’t really know what love was and, therefore, couldn’t really point it out when you saw it. And that made it easier to ignore your growing feelings because you could just tell yourself you had no idea what you were thinking. It made it easier for Peter to stay a friend.

But then you started watching this show, this bizarre, wacky show about a stupid nine-to-five job at a paper company. You watched this character talk about his love interest the same way you thought about Peter. It felt like his script was coming straight from your mind and that was the scariest thing. Jim was supposed to be in love with Pam. You weren’t supposed to be in love with Peter. So why did everything Jim say make so much sense?

“I don’t think I can watch an episode tonight,” Peter grumbled as he finally got to fall into bed. “I just wanna sleep.”

You nodded, though he couldn’t see you. That night’s patrol had not been kind to the boy. On top of the fact that he let a criminal get away, Tony Stark laid into him — via comms — about his reckless behavior. Which was somewhat warranted given how many hits Peter took while pursuing the armed criminal, you were almost positive they would leave bruises.

After putting up with an almost merciless beating and still losing, Peter was definitely not in the best of moods. You had offered to just go home when he came through his bedroom window, suggesting you could just schedule your Office night for another time, but the idea seemed to disgust him and you ended up staying with him anyway.

Realizing you had been standing in the middle of his room for too long, you moved to lie down next to him. You hated seeing Peter like this. And it wasn’t because you loved him, it was because he was your friend and you cared about your friends. His face had been buried in his pillow the moment he got in bed and you could already picture the grumpy look on his face. Drumming your fingers on his back, you tried to think of ways to cheer him up. So you did the only thing you could do.

“Do you want me to beat him up for ya?”

You felt his body still under your hand and, for a moment, you thought you messed up. But soon enough, he turned slightly, removing his face from the pillow and finally letting you look at him.

“No, I shouldn’t have to ask you to do stuff like that,” you could see he was trying to bite back a smile. “You should just do it.”

As soon as the words left his lips, he was smiling again and you felt your heartbeat pick up. It was easy to say you weren’t in love, it was easy to say anything. But it was much harder to believe it. So you could say you didn’t love Peter all you wanted, but moments like this, the both of you in his room as you finally made him smile because it was your favorite sight in the world, made you really question the truth behind those words.

“Do you think we’re like Pam and Jim?” Peter had closed his eyes, so he couldn’t see the way your smile faltered.

“Don’t kid yourself, you’re Dwight,” you teased him, though the words held little weight in your mind. “I could be, like, Angela or something.”

“Jokes on you,” he mumbled sleepily, turning over to get more comfortable. “They get together too.”

If you loved Peter the way Jim loved Pam, then you most certainly couldn’t tell him how you felt. In fact, you could kiss the writers for giving you a way out. Because Jim confesses to Pam and you watch them fall more and more in love, and suddenly you’re wondering why you don’t just confess to Peter and then this show, this beautiful, beautiful show, reminds you exactly why you can’t. Because yes Pam and Jim fall in love, but now you’ve reached season nine and you're slowly watching them fall out of it.

And then Peter queued up the next episode, Paper Airplane, and you’re sitting in silence because you’re right back where you started. Because they aren’t falling out of love, they’re working through it and, if anything, it’s just another reason that you should tell Peter how you feel.

You knew you loved Peter and you couldn’t hide it from yourself anymore. You could sit there and say that you didn’t know what love was or that it wasn’t even worth it to fall in love. But love was giving someone your coffee when they needed it more, or telling them some silly inside joke to make them smile, or showing up at their house unexpectedly because your first thought was wanting to spend time with them, or memorizing almost every quote from The Office because it was special to them. It was beautiful. It was a type of beauty you didn’t want to miss out on just because you were scared.

And maybe Peter didn’t love you the way you loved him. But maybe he did, because for as many examples of love you could list for yourself, you could list them for him too. That had to mean something, right? Peter was this stable force in your life that came in the form of a lanky boy with awkward giggles and cheesy jokes. Peter never made you feel like a second choice. You couldn’t name one pleasant romantic memory but you could name millions of memories with Peter that felt pleasantly romantic.

“I’m gonna have to cancel next Friday,” Peter’s voice next to you brought you out of your thoughts.

“That’s okay,” both of you pulled your attention from the television. “Are you patrolling or something?”

“No, um,” Peter scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Ned wanted to set me up with one of his friends, so we’re gonna go to the movies on Friday.”

As real as The Office seemed to be sometimes, you weren’t a character in a T.V show. Peter wasn’t going to magically fall in love with you, there wasn’t just going to be some grand gesture that wrapped up the season, that just didn’t happen in real life. You could love Peter all you wanted, but that wouldn’t change anything. It made things worse if anything, because now that you knew you loved him, you couldn’t justify staying friends with him. It wasn’t fair to you, or Peter, or whichever girl he ended up loving.

“Are you okay?”

The Friday of Peter’s date had come and passed and you were doing your best to pretend it never happened. You didn’t even know how it went, not really bothering to pull that information from your best friend and he didn’t seem very keen on sharing it either. Out of the two of you, you least expected you to be the one who was trying to fall back into the normal patterns of your friendship and Peter to be the one acting odd. But you were three episodes in and Peter still had yet to even laugh at a joke.

“I was just…” you paused the show for Peter’s benefit. “I’m in love with you.”

You didn’t even let yourself react, furrowing your brows slightly as you thought.

“I can’t remember Pam’s line,” you finally conceded.

“Y/N, I’m serious,” Peter sat up slightly, turning to you fully. “I’m in love with you, like I’m actually in love with you.”

Though you had always tried not to, you had been dreaming of this moment for so long. But you never expected to feel that chest crushing pain or feel your eyes water faster than they ever had before. You were more confused by your reaction then Peter was, looking between him and the television as your emotions seemed to be turning against you.

You didn’t know what love was, you didn’t. You’d based the whole idea of it off of some show. And now Peter was saying he loved you. And that went against everything you’d ever thought about yourself. Because Phillip Garner didn’t love you, and Ricky Mueller didn’t love you, and Liam Wagner didn’t love you, and Peter was so much better than all of them.

“Peter, you don’t—” You still had no idea why you were crying, making the panic fueling your senses heighten. “That’s not— You’re lying.”

“Y/N,” he tried to wipe your tears, but you pushed his hands away. “I’m not lying.”

“But that doesn’t—” You got up from the couch, running a shaky hand through your hair. “What about your date?”

“I don’t know,” Peter looked down, the conversation going in a way neither of you expected. “My friends just wanted me to get over you and I guess maybe I thought I had to, but I don’t want to get over you. The best part of my week is when we watch The Office together. The best part of my life was meeting you. Honestly, I can’t remember a time when I didn't know I loved you.”

“How do you know, Peter?” It felt like every part of your body was at war with itself. You wanted to believe Peter, that was all you wanted, but you couldn’t. “How do you know you love me?”

Peter got up from the couch, grabbing your hands and looking at you with so much sincerity you almost waivered. “How could I not love you? Y/N, you’re my favorite person in the whole world and I don’t need to be 50 or— Or 30 or whatever to know that. I see you and everything and it’s beautiful. I see you in people and places, I see you in that ice cream shop you swear you got food poisoning at, but we both know you might just have a lactose sensitivity. I see you at my Decathlon competitions, cheering me on in the stands and sacrificing so many things because you know that seeing you there makes me happy. I can’t thank you enough for how you let me see the world. And there could be millions of Karens, or Cathys, or, hell, even Pams, and it would still be you. It’s always gonna be you.”

There was no way you could tell Peter he was lying. He wasn’t. And you knew he wasn’t because he was looking at you the same way you looked at him. He’d always looked at you the way you looked at him.

“Not ‘enough’ for me?” His voice caused you to look up at him. “You are everything.”

You let out a watery giggle, wiping your eyes. You could really see what Pam saw in him now, Jim really did have a way with words.

You didn’t know about love. But you knew that love wouldn’t fix everything. Just because Peter loved you didn’t mean that you couldn’t love yourself. You had spent so long thinking you weren’t enough for people, when it didn’t matter if you weren’t. You should have been enough for yourself. And while it was hard to change that mindset and you had to fix it yourself, Peter sure made it a lot easier. Love was not a solution to all of your problems, love was the reason you kept fighting through them. And considering that reason had always been Peter, you should have known you loved him a lot sooner.

“Hey,” his voice was soft as he opened the door for you.

It was your last Office night, you only had two episodes left, though you had no doubt you’d find another one. Just maybe not one as meaningful.

This time, you didn’t suppress your bashful look to the ground. “Hey.”

Peter’s hand was cupping your cheek, slowly coaxing you to look at him and, though you could look into his eyes for the rest of your life, you didn’t have much time to. In that moment, you were almost thankful that every guy you’d liked had been kind of a jerk, because if they had held you back from Peter and the way he was kissing you right now, life definitely wouldn’t have been as beautiful as it was now.

“Wow. We should have started dating, like, a long time ago,” he whispered, pulling away slightly, a cheesy grin on his face.

You bit your lip with a smile, the feeling of complete, utter, indescribable happiness filling your chest once more. “Stop quoting The Office, you dork.”

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OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT…hobie brown with a plus size reader. I’m talking TUMMY, ROLLS, MUFFIN TOP. THE WHOLE SHEBANG. AND HE JUST..HE JUST LOVES IT. and reader is shorter than hobie. I’m talking 5’4 type short (average height BUT CMON. MANS IS LANKY AF. HES TALL SO HE THINKS READER IS SHORT AF) AND JUST YEAH. smut if you can pls 🙏 I need more size inclusive fics fr fr ~🕷️

Shape of You (Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Size!Reader)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Size!Reader Category: Fluff & Smut (18+) Warnings: Brief Depiction of Body Insecurity, Making Out, Hickeys, Vaginal Fingering, Nipple/Breast Play, Clit Play, Cowgirl, Doggy Style, Creampies, Dirty Talk, P in V Sex, Unprotected Sex (you know the drill), Multiple Orgasms, Pet Names (love, babe, baby, honey) Word Count: 3.6k+

A/N: Y’all must have some sort of psychic link with me…b/c I was literally just about to start writing astv x plus size reader! 🥹 (No joke I’m 5’4 w/ a muffin top. Us girlies don’t get a lot of love 😞) I’m so so happy you requested this and I hope you enjoy it!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You giggled as Hobie dramatically kicked the door open with his boot, his hand wrapped around yours as he led you into his flat. The light smell of cigarette smoke and pine wafted through the living room as you stepped inside. Hobie closed the door behind you before raising your hand above your head. You laughed as he twirled you around, your frilly tank top fluttering as you spun. When you turned back around, his smokey eyes held a new softness in them.

“What?” you giggled. Hobie pulled you to him, your bodies pressing together as he placed a hand on your cheek.

“Just admirin’ my girl,” he drawled with a lazy yet warm smile. You gasped quietly as he brushed his thumb over the curve of your cheek, his other hand falling to smooth over your hip. A familiar heat began to swell inside your core as he dipped his head down, letting his lips linger over yours. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, babe,” Hobie husked, his lip ring just barely brushing over your upper lip. You shivered as he rubbed small circles on your waist.

“H-Hobie,” you flushed.

“Hm? Somethin’ wrong?” he asked. You bit your lip as you clenched your thighs together, arousal flooding your every sense in the moment as time came to a standstill. You took a deep breath.

“Do you really mean it?” you asked. Hobie blinked as his brows slightly furrowed.

“‘Course I mean it,” he replied. You nodded, yet you still wore a somewhat pensive expression as you glanced down. You gasped when you felt his hands snake down and squeeze your ass.

“Hobie!” you blushed. Your boyfriend wore a wry grin as his eyes glowed with mischief.

“If I didn’t mean it, would I have done that?” he asked while tilting his head. You swallowed when he pressed his lips to your neck, the smooth metal of his piercing stroking over your pulse. You didn’t even realize that you backed against the wall as he suddenly puckered his plump lips over your goose-bump ridden skin, sucking on it tenderly. You moaned softly as he massaged your bum while working a large hickey on your neck. He wore a sincere, yet still cheeky, grin on his face as he pulled back.

“Would I put a mark on you if I didn’t mean it? Hm?” he murmured. You shook your head.

“N-No,” you stammered. Hobie’s smile grew wider as he rested his forehead on yours, his hands now moving up to cup your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze. You squealed as he smoothed his thumbs over your covered tits.

“Atta girl,” he nearly growled as he nipped just below your ear. Sparks of pleasure flitted through your now dripping cunt as he let his hands run down your puffy tummy. “We both know I’m not one for orders…but right now, I’d love nothing more than seeing each and every delicious inch of you bounce as you ride my cock,” Hobie groaned as he slipped his hands beneath your shirt. His cold hands made you jolt as he rubbed up and down your front, tracing over the bottom of your breasts and the top of your belly.

“How’s that sound?” he asked, his voice undeniably dripping with pure lust. You suddenly reached up on your tip-toes, throwing any sense of inhibition out the window as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You felt him smirk against you as your mouths danced together, the soft squelching of your heated kissing filling his small apartment. He chuckled as he pulled back, pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’, then,” he mused. You nodded as you squeezed the back of his neck.

“Yes,” you said breathily, your chest rising and falling rapidly as your heart thrummed against your ribcage. Hobie hummed before leaning back down, tilting his head to capture your mouth in a deeper kiss as his hands began to bunch up the fabric of your tank top. You moaned as he traced his tongue along your bottom lip and began to pull your shirt up. You broke for a moment as you raised your arms, allowing him to toss it aside.

“God baby, I can’t wait to feel your warm pussy wrapped around me,” Hobie growled, his deft fingers making easy work of finding the clasp of your bra. You sighed, parting your lips as he unhooked your bra, his tongue sliding into your mouth as the two of you moaned in unison. A particular swipe of his tongue against yours made you cross your knees together, drawing a husky chuckle from your lover as he slipped his wet muscle out.

“Couch or bedroom?” he asked, his hands already undoing the button and zipper of your ripped jeans.

“Does it really matter?” you panted as you shrugged your bra off of your shoulders. He laughed again before pecking the corner of your mouth.

“Good point,” he shrugged as he tugged your pants down your plump thighs. His eyes lit up with hunger when he saw your rolls spill out from your panties. “Fuckin’ ‘ell,” Hobie grunted as you stepped out of your pants. His eyes flicked back up to you as he took your hand again, guiding you to sit on the middle cushion of his couch. You tilted your head as you watched him sink to his knees, parting your legs with his large, calloused hands.

“I thought you wanted me to ride you?” you giggled. Hobie smirked up at you before pressing a gentle kiss to one of the prominent stretch marks on your left thigh. You twitched beneath his simple touch as he smoothed his hands over your legs, nuzzling his face against the plush of your thigh.

“I do…but first, I wanna make sure you know just how much I adore you,” he groaned as he met your gaze. A small moan left you as he stroked the inside of your thigh, he tilted his head up.

“Every roll,” he said as he kissed your belly. You squeaked when you felt his fingers hook around the band of your panties.

“Every stretch mark,” Hobie murmured before sucking another mark onto you. You swallowed thickly as he licked his lips afterwards. Your hips raised on their own as he pulled your panties down, his gaze half-lidded and drunk on the feeling of your warm body against his. You shuddered as the cold air hit your puffy lower lips, your arousal leaking out from your slit. Hobie fanned his hands over the creases where your pelvis met your legs as he dipped his head lower, his warm breath rolling over your mound.

“Fuck, everything about you drives me absolutely crazy, (Y/N),” his breath stuttered before he sweetly pressed his lips to your clit.

“F-Fuck, Hobie,” you keened, your mind and body already overwhelmed as his rough thumbs spread your chubby pussy lips apart. Without any hesitation he lowered his head, flicking the tip of his tongue over your sensitive clit. Bolts of electricity shot through you as you clenched your thighs, your head falling back as he gently lapped at your bundle of nerves. He moaned against your sex as his fingers glided down towards the rim of your entrance, your walls fluttering as he circled around your hole. You gasped when he puckered his lips around your sensitive clit, sucking on it hungrily as he began to push two of his long fingers inside of your tight walls.

“O-Oh God, oh my God,” you panted as he alternated between licking and swiping at your button with his tongue and sloppily making out with it. You swore you saw stars when he brought your clit between his teeth, nibbling on it gently as he slowly pumped his digits in and out of your slick cunt. Another low groan rose from his chest, the vibrations making your head spin as your walls clenched around his fingers.

You moaned loudly as he curled his fingers against your spongey g-spot, your legs shaking as he swirled the tip of his tongue over your plump button. Hobie grunted as your hands flew to his head, your fingers gripping his dark wicks as he stroked your gummy walls at a faster face.

“Y-Yes, keep going!” you cried as your head fell back against the headboard of the sofa. You yelped when he suddenly threw one of your legs over his sharp shoulder, moving your pelvis so his fingers slipped even deeper inside of you. You sobbed with pleasure as Hobie sucked on your bundle of nerves again while scissoring his deft fingers inside of your gushing pussy. His eyes looked like they were about to roll into the back of his skull as your cunt fluttered around him, your head dizzy as you felt the bubble inside you about to burst.

Your legs shook violently as your hips snapped forward, white flashing over your vision as your arousal flooded his parched mouth. You barely registered his moaning as you arched your back, your orgasm shaking you to the core as pure pleasure rolled in waves over you. You clenched the couch cushion as you heaved, feeling coming back to your fingers and toes as your heartbeat slowed. You whimpered as Hobie gave a peck to your clit, his three fingers still stuffed inside your tight cunt as he pulled his head up. He kept his eyes on you as he slowly pulled his digits out, cooing as you winced at the emptiness.

“Did so good f’me, hun,” he sighed as he brought his fingers up to his mouth. You gawked at how soaked they were, your opalescent cream coating every crease of his digits. Your soul nearly shot out of your body as he rolled his tongue out, swirling it around the tips of his fingers before shoving them inside his mouth. He groaned as he sucked on them, savoring the taste of your sweet juices.

“You feelin’ alright?” he asked after he released his fingers with a slick “pop”. You nodded, your body coated in a thin sheen of sweat as you caught your breath.

“Y-Yeah, it was just…a lot,” you giggled sheepishly. Hobie chuckled as he rested his hands on your knees.

“You okay if we go on?” he asked, his voice taking on a softer tone. You blinked before nodding slowly. “You don’t have to ride me if it was too much f’you,” Hobie added, his thumbs caressing the inside of your knees. You shook your head violently.

“No-I-I at least want to try,” you said. Hobie gave a gentle smile before rising to his feet. Your breath hitched as your eyes trailed down to his pants, a prominent bulge poking out from beneath his slacks. Just as you shifted over, Hobie patted your knee.

“Stay there real quick,” he said as he walked into the kitchen. You craned your neck to see him grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it up with some water from the sink. Every cell in your body felt like it was going to melt as he smiled at you while bringing the glass over.

“‘Ere you go,” he said with a grin as he handed you the water.

“Thank you, Hobes,” you smiled as you took the glass. You gulped down the beverage before setting the glass on the stained coffee table. You watched as your lover pulled his shirt up and over his head before undoing his belt. You bit your lip as he pulled down his boxers. His long cock sprang free, the sight his dark, swollen tip made your cunt flutter. He smiled as he took a seat on one of the other couch cushions, spreading his wiry legs as his member twitched.

“Your throne awaits,” Hobie mused as he patted his thigh. He laughed when you rolled your eyes, despite the playful smile on your face. You crawled over to his lap, your heart pounding inside of your ears as your wet pussy lips grazed over the thick head of his cock. Both of you panted and moaned as you rocked your hips back and forth, massaging his tip with your pretty slit. He squeezed your love handles as you slowed your movements. You released a shaky breath as you positioned yourself, his tip just barely breaching past your entrance.

“Take your time, lovie,” he murmured into your ear as he grabbed the base of his cock, helping to steady it as you hooked your hands over his shoulders. With a quiet moan, you finally began to sink down on his lengthy shaft. Hobie hissed through gritted teeth, his other hand gripping the plump flesh of your hip as your slick pussy swallowed his cock.

“Mmmmm, fuck,” he groaned as he slipped his hand away, watching as you sheathed yourself on his rod. Shivers ran up your spine with each inch you took, feeling every bulging vein and curve of his shaft slide against your sensitive walls. You jolted a little when the back of your thighs met with the front of his, the head of his cock now snug against your cervix. You dipped your head into his shoulder as you trembled in his hold, the feeling fullness sparking every single nerve in your sex. “Shh, shh I got you,” Hobie purred as he stroked your back. He patiently waited for you to adjust, his lips trailing along your cheek.

“Whenever you’re ready, sweet thing,” he murmured. You swallowed a lump in your throat before you started to raise your hips. Hobie’s pupils were blown wide as you gasped, half of his cock still lodged between your plush walls before you sank back down. “G-Good girl,” he grunted, his thumbs finding their way to smooth over your hard nipples. You gasped and moaned as his cock split you in two, your thighs and belly jiggling as you raised and lowered yourself.

“H-Hobieee,” you whined as he lightly pinched your nipples, his calloused tips a sharp contrast to your soft skin.

“Christ, look at you ridin’ my cock so well,” he rasped, eyes locked on your breasts and puffy tummy bouncing. His words made your pussy gush with slick as you sobbed, hiding your head in the crook of his neck. Hobie kissed your cheek, his palms now cupping your ass. “Yes, that’s it, love,” he grunted, his sharp hips snapping up to plunge deep inside your swollen cunt.

“H-Hobie-“ you tried to warn him before you suddenly stiffened, your legs burning and twitching as your cunt seized around his throbbing shaft. You cried against his shoulder as your hands gripped onto him for dear life.

“That’s it,” he cooed as you rocked your hips forward. You shivered once you finally came down from your high, your cunt absolutely drenching his dick in your arousal. Hobie pecked your temple as he rubbed your lower back.

“Did so well f’me, sweet girl,” he murmured. You peeked up.

“Did you get to finish?” you asked. Hobie shook his head, though he still held the dreamy look in his eyes. You groaned and rested your forehead against his shoulder, your face erupting with heat.

“Oi, s’alright,” Hobie said as he leaned his head forward just a little more. “If you want, we could try a different position,” he proposed with a sultry tone. He gave a wry grin as your walls fluttered around his girth. You tilted your head up to look into his smokey eyes.

“Could we…” your voice trailed off as you bit your lip. Hobie tilted his head, his eyes holding such patience in them. You felt your insides start to melt as you cleared your throat. “Could we maybe try…doggy style?” you asked. Hobie’s eyes lit up despite the calm expression on his face.

“‘Course,” he replied. You suddenly pulled your head up, your lips colliding with his as you rested your hands on his chest. Your eyelids fluttered as you tasted yourself on his tongue as he glided it across yours. You whined as you raised your hips, his cock slipping from between your folds before you adjusted yourself on the couch. Hobie wore an amused smirk as you wiggled your ass side to side.

“Fuck me,” he sucked in a sharp breath as you slid a pillow under your stomach and curved your spine.

“I just did that,” you giggled as you braced your arms against the couch. You squealed when you felt him spread your thick cheeks apart with his hands.

“Cheeky thing,” Hobie clicked his tongue as he guided his dick to your entrance. You grasped at the cushion in front of you as he rubbed the soaked tip of his cock against your labia, his hand kneading the flesh of your bum. “Y’ready f’me?” he drawled. You nodded, your hair sticking to your face as you puffed out a breath of hot air.

“Yes-please Hobie, f-fill me up till I’m leaking with your cum!” you whined. Your jaw went slack when you felt him sheathe himself inside you with one fluid thrust. You nearly choked on your moan as he snapped his hips forward, dragging his cock against your oversensitive walls at a hungry pace.

“Oh, fuck,” Hobie moaned behind you. You squeaked when you felt him grab your asscheeks firmly as his heavy balls grazed over your ripe clit. “Christ, look at your gorgeous arse bounce,” he praised, his words like honey flowing from his lips as he pistoned his cock inside you. Your mind was reeling as you heard the unmistakable sound of your cheeks clapping mixed with the loud squelching of him stuffing your cunt.

“Fuck, baby-could watch this body bounce and jiggle f’me for hours,” Hobie strained as his fingers dug into your plump flesh. You squealed when he leaned over, his long, wiry frame draping over your chubby body. You whined as he scraped his teeth against your shoulder.

“Feel so fuckin’ good wrapped around my cock,” Hobie growled, his hips still grinding against your backside as his head teased your cervix. Drool slipped past the corner of your mouth as he sank his teeth into your skin. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your third orgasm wash over your, your limbs turning into jelly as your cunt spasmed.

“Sh-shit,” Hobie grunted, his plump lips kissing over your bite before he pulled back. Both of you were a panting mess as his thrusts began to grow more frenzied, the sounds surely penetrating the walls of his flat by now. “So good baby,” he repeated like a broken record. Your body rocked back and forth with the force of his thrusts, your ability to speak now reduced to babbles and moans.

“Gonna cum-where?” Hobie asked, his cock twitching inside of your tight cunt. You mewled before tilting your head up.

“I-Inside,” you managed to breath, your spine arching on its own as he tenderly grazed over your g-spot. You felt Hobie push his cock inside you a few more times before he suddenly stilled. He released a deep, husky groan as his warm cum flooded your sweetly fucked hole. You gasped and shoved your face into the couch cushion as you felt his seed paint your walls. His hands felt so warm against your backside as his cock twitched a few more times. You grew dizzy at the feeling of his cum seeping out of your stretched entrance and rolling over your thighs. You shivered as he caressed your hips.

“Feelin’ alright?” he asked. Your cheeks warmed at the sentiment as you nodded. Hobie chuckled softly before patting your bum. “Good,” your lover said before slowly pulling out. Your pussy felt so raw as the head of his dick popped out, his cum now dribbling onto the worn cushion below. You caught your breath before pushing up on your hands, your heartbeat steadying as you leaned back.

“Jesus, Hobie,” you panted. “That was…I don’t think a man’s ever made me cum that much,” you confessed with a shaky laugh. Hobie tilted his head as he gave you a sultry grin.

“t’s my pleasure,” he winked. You laughed as he pecked your temple, his hand falling onto the top of your thigh.

“Why don’t we take a shower, yeah?” he suggested as he traced his hand down your cheek. You smiled.

“That sounds wonderful,” you beamed before pausing. “It’s not an excuse to see me naked for a bit longer, is it?” you teased. Hobie held up his hands as he shrugged.

“Could you blame me?” he asked as he gave you a puppy-eyed look. You giggled and gave him a quick kiss. After cleaning up, the rest of the night was spent with his lean frame curling against yours as he held you in his bed. You smiled as you listened to his steady heartbeat, his dark lips parted as he hummed a quiet tune against your neck.

“What’s on your mind, doll?” he asked. You shrugged as you traced a finger along his bedsheets.

“Thinking about you…about us,” you said.

“What about us?” he grunted inquisitively before pecking the back of your neck. You smiled warmly as you turned, your legs tangling with his as you met his eyes.

“About how happy I am that we’ve worked out,” you grinned ear to ear. Hobie blinked, his chiseled features softening as he rubbed your back.

“I’m happy ‘bout it, too,” he confessed with a rare shy grin. Your heart skipped a beat as he planted a kiss on your forehead. “Now, let’s get some sleep. Had quite the workout tonight,” he chuckled. You giggled as you snuggled against his chest.

“Night, Hobie,” you sighed happily. Hobie brought his hand up to your hair, stroking his fingers through it as you closed your eyes.

“G’night, sweetheart,” he whispered.

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six: thick skull | peter parker

pairing/AU: band AU & post!nwh - college!peter parker x female!reader

summary: your band, crimson goblins, just booked its first ever gig. there was just one problem. you didn’t have a guitarist.

warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries, smut 18+ (minors dni!), oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie

word count: 4.9k

a/n: hi besties! <3 surprise! posting the last chapter early! </3 there might be an epilogue we’ll see! either way i hope you liked this little series. i was really insecure about it tbh and i don’t feel like it’s my best work but alas i guess that’s just how it is sometimes. it is what it is. as always feedback as a comment, in the tags, as an ask or reply is very much appreciated, and they make me super happy! <3

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First the first time in weeks, you didn’t bolt awake in a cold sweat. Instead, you woke up with the thought of him. Of Peter, the comforting warmth of him as he laid sprawled out beside you, taking up more than half of your bed.

He didn’t leave.

You turned over on your side. Under your head his arm still laid stretched out. You hoped he wouldn’t wake up to it prickling from falling asleep. Letting your gaze trace over his features, you studied him. The small cuts on his face were gone, not even a small scar to remind him of what he’d been through last night. Shit, he must’ve been hit hard, you thought, for the skin to break.

Memories of last night poured through your head, staining your pillow. Peter was Spider-Man. It didn’t feel real. Even after you’d literally seen him in his suit, seen how he’d jumped off the roof and swung away. You’d patched him up the best you could. He had bled in your bed. The muted blood stain on your white sheets, dividing you.

Peter was Spider-Man.

You let your eyes trail his body. Down the shape of his chin, his neck, how it moved slightly with every soft breath he took – letting you know he hadn’t died during the night – over his collar bone, and his strong torso, the top of his bandages peeking out from under the duvet. You yearned for him. He was so close to you, right beside you. He’d lied to you, and he’d hurt you, but still you longed. You felt crazy, and all because of him.

You wanted to reach out and touch him, to feel his smooth skin under your palm. It was like he was tugging on a thread that ran from his heart to yours. Pressing a finger gently against the fabric of your sheets, you held yourself back. He needed his rest. To heal.

Gently you lifted your head, before scooting towards the end of the bed. Goosebumps erupted across your skin, and the hardwood floor felt like ice against the soles of your feet. You needed to find a way to close your broken window, if not, you feared you’d freeze to death. Darting towards your bathroom, you chased the warmth of the heat in the tiled floor. Quickly you found an old hoodie you pulled over your head and jumped into a pair of sweatpants. Already you felt a little warmer.

You tried to be as quiet as possible while moving about your apartment. In your painting corner, the half-finished canvases leaning up against the wall, mocked you while you started to set up your easel and your paints. You imagined how they scowled and scrunched up their noses at you as you picked up a new blank canvas. Turning your easel towards the bed, you grabbed your palette and your brush, before you finally sat down.

You let all your thoughts go with the first drag of your brush. Your emotions escaping your heart and sticking to the canvas. You didn’t even realize what the lines and colors depicted, until you suddenly caught yourself trying to mix the perfect shade to match your bed sheets. You were painting Peter. Heat travelled to your cheeks. Fuck, what were you doing?

You studied your canvas. You’d painted the scene before you as it was. The mess of your bedsheets, the bloody dried stain, the opened first aid kit on your bed side table with the bandages spilling out. And in the middle of it all laid Peter. His head slightly turned, his profile on display. You’d painted Peter as he was. All his bruises and cuts.

Looking at it, tears almost started to well up. It was like ‘My bed’, but it was yours. It was honest. Probably the most honest you’d ever been in your art. It scared you, but it also felt so right. This was you.

“Good morning” Peter’s hoarse morning voice almost made you jump. You’d drowned in your painting, losing track of the world around you. The brush strokes hypnotizing you in a cosmos of straight lines and colorful curves.

“You scared me” you breathed out. Putting your paint brush and palette down on your desk. Disturbing your motif, you walked over to him where you sat down on the edge of your bed.

“You scared me” he said softly, his hand finding yours, “The bed was empty– I thought I’d hallucinated last night for a second”.

A giggle escaped your lips, “Oh yes! You were tripping hard last night! You kept telling me you were Spider-Man– how crazy is that?” you joked.

You watched as his face turned white while his eyes widened. “Wait…” he started, and you couldn’t hold back your laughter.

“Oh my god, Peter! I’m messing with you” you laughed, “You didn’t hallucinate anything”.

He let out a relived breath at your words before he narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re mean” he fake accused, “Can’t believe you’d do this to your poor mortally wounded boyfriend” he exclaimed with a pout.

His dramatics made you giggle. Your bubbling reaction making a toothy grin replace his pout. Your boyfriend. You liked the sound of that.

“So that’s what you are then? My boyfriend?” you teased, squeezing his hand.

A pink flush travelled up his neck to the apples of his cheek. “Y-Yeah… I mean if– I don’t have to be– I get it if you don’t–“.

You cut him off, “I want you to” you smiled.

“Oh… O-Okay” he stuttered out, the grin on his face made crinkles form around his eyes. He looked so cute all flustered and wide eyed.

Your eyes fell to his stomach and his bandages, “You’re not actually mortally wounded though, right?” you asked, your tone a little more serious.

“No, angel” he breathed out, squeezing your hand.

You shifted a little closer to him, trying to get a closer look at his bandages, “How are you feeling? Does it still hurt or?”.

With a jerk of your hand, he pulled you down on the bed, a small yelp escaped your lips. Before you had time to think, he’d wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you closer to his body. A chorus of giggles escaped you both before he pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was clumsy. He’d missed your mouth a little, making you struggle to fight back a smile. A smile that apparently was contagious, because suddenly you were kissing his teeth.

“I’m feeling much better” he spoke against your lips, “You’re an excellent doctor”.

He pressed his lips against yours again, and this time he was more successful. You leaned into his kiss, kissing him back. His lips moved lazily over yours. You felt warm all over. You felt safe.

His tongue darted over your bottom lip, and you let him in. His hand rested heavy on your head, pulling you closer to him. The kiss was all-consuming, sloppy, and passionate. His other hand snuck under your hoodie, caressing the skin over your waist, before it travelled down where it slipped beneath the elastic of your sweatpants, cupping your ass over your panties.

“Easy there, tiger!” you giggled against his lips.

He broke away from your kiss, placing soft kisses along your jaw. “I’m…” kiss, “not…” another kiss “doing…” he playfully nipped at you skin, “anything” he soothed over the spot with his tongue, making you mewl.

“Uh-huh” you smiled against his cheek before you sat up, “sure”.

Under you he whined from the lack of contact. His lips red and puffy, glistening with your combined spit. He sat up a little, chasing you and your lips.

“You’re still healing Pete– I don’t want you to get hurt even more” you dodged his kiss, trying your best to sound stern.

He only rolled his eyes, “I’m fine angel– honestly!”, he fell back against the sheets.

You gave him an unimpressed look, to which he returned with a cheeky smile and a squeeze to your butt. In his defense, he did look a lot better than he’d done last night. The color was back in his cheeks, all his cuts and bruises were gone, and you hadn’t heard him wince once.

“Let me change your bandages first at least?” you posed, raising an eyebrow.

“Fine” he pouted, removing his hand from your ass.

You bounced with triumph, a victorious smile growing on your face as you grabbed the first aid kit off the bed side table. He helped you push the duvet off his body, pooling it just below his knees, exposing his lower half. Your eyes traced up his thighs, shamelessly landing on his bulge. His cock was already half-hard. The sight making you push your legs a little tighter together. He knew you’d noticed his state, as you felt his stare burn the side of your face.

Withdrawing your hand, you accidently brushed your knuckle over the fabric of his boxers. Your touch making his breath get stuck in his throat. Your eyes flickered to his face at the sound, watching him through your eyelashes.

“Fuck, angel! You can’t look at me like that” his voice was strained.

“What? I’m not doing anything” you repeated what he’s said to you just moments earlier.

A breathless chuckle escaped him as he let his head sink deeper into your pillow, a sarcastic smile on his face as he said “Uh-huh, sure”.

Wanting to see how hot and bothered you could get him, you decided to tease him a little.

“Why don’t you turn onto your tummy, tiger” you traced a finger slowly down the side of his waist. He narrowed his eyes at you for a second, as if to say he was onto you, but obeyed your request. Quickly, but as quietly as you could you slipped out of your sweatpants and hoodie, exposing the white ribbed tank you were wearing underneath.

Then you swung your leg over his body, sitting down right below his ass. He turned his head to the side, trying to get a look at you, but you knew he couldn’t without lifting his head.

“Whaaat are you doing?” he questioned curiously, his hand searching for your body but only finding your bare knee, “Wait–“.

You cut him off, “Damn! My boyfriend’s got back!” you gave him a teasing pinch to his right buttcheek.

“Hey!” he squealed underneath you, “I feel really objectified right now” he pouted.

“You literally had your hand on my ass INSIDE my pants like three minutes ago” you deadpanned.

“Yeah but…” he trailed off, “you have like a really nice butt– what else was I supposed to do”. That made you laugh out loud, and under you, you could see a smile spread wide on his face. You leaned forward, pressing a kiss in the space between his angel wings, “Thanks I guess?”.

Then you got to work, peeling the bandages off slowly and carefully. His wound had closed, all but completely. You almost didn’t believe your own eyes. Mere hours ago, it had bled heavily, making you scared he wasn’t gonna pull through.

“Um” you started, “It’s closed– it’s almost healed” you told him.

“Yeah, I know” he said.

“So… what do I do then?” you asked unsurely.

“Just, um– can you remove the stiches?” he asked you.

“Yeah, sure but… how do I do that?” you chuckled.

“Just cut the stich with a pair of scissors and use a pair of tweezers, or something, to pull them out” he told you.

“Okay…” you reached into your first aid kit for your scissors and tweezer.

You shifted a little, rubbing your pelvis into the curve of his ass. Under you he groaned at the contact. “Does it hurt… usually?” you wondered, clipping the first stich and pulling it out, a teasing hint to your voice.

“No” he breathed out.

“Ok, turn over!” you told him after pulling out the last stich. You raised your hips making it easier for him to do as he was told.

“Damn! Look at you” he said when he finally saw you, eyes wide and filled with lust, “Angel, you’re so pretty”.

You knew your white tank left nothing to his imagination – especially with the way your nipples were poking through the fabric from the cold of the room. You sat down on him again, your clothed cunt rubbing over his now rock-hard cock. You rolled your hips once, teasing both him and yourself.

“Shit!” he hissed, his hand landing on your knee while the other travelled up the side of your body. “Keep doing that baby– feels good”.

You obeyed, rolling your hips once again over his cock. You felt your arousal start to seep through the cotton covering your cunt. His hand found your breast, cupping it slightly, rubbing his index and thumb over your peaked nipple. You gasped, the ribbed fabric of your tank making his touch slightly rougher. You bucked your hips against him again.

“Yeah” he taunted, “you like that?”.

“Uh-huh” you nodded, closing your eyes in bliss as he rubbed his finger over your nipple again.

Then you shook your head, making him immediately stop. “Need to– need to re-remove your other stiches” you stuttered out, before opening your eyes and looking down at him.

His eyebrows were knitted together but straightened out at your words. His hand on your breast fell down your side, as he started to chuckle beneath you. “Oh, you’re really serious about your new doctor duties”.

You only nodded.

“Okay then!” he said, splaying both his arms out on your bed as if to say: ‘do your worst’.

You peeled of his bandage and got your scissors and tweezers ready again before you got to work. Under you, he waited patiently, watching you as you removed stich after stich. He wasn’t as whiny as he’d been earlier– maybe because he knew he’d soon get his reward.

When the last stich was removed, he was quick to sit up. His sudden movements surprised you, making you shift on his lap. You tried to hold back a moan when his pelvis rubbed right up against your clit, but your attempt was unsuccessful.

His lips crashed against yours in a passionate kiss. Wrapping his hands tightly around you, he pulled you flush against his body. The kiss was messy, all teeth and tongue, and groans and gasps. You pushed him back down against your pillows. Your hand pressed against the pillow beside his head, supporting you as you hovered over him while trailing kisses down his jaw and neck.

“Shit baby–” he moaned, “your kisses are amazing”.

You continued down, placing soft kisses to his collar bone. Over his pecks, your tongue darting out to tease a nipple before you continued your kisses down his toned tummy. When you reached the hem of his boxers you looked up, meeting his blown-out pupils.

“Please,” he pleaded, “need you so bad angel!”.

Slowly you dragged his boxers down, freeing his hard cock and making it slap against the skin right under his belly button. You realized that this was the first time you’d seen his cock. The last time it had been so dark, and you’d both been hidden under the duvet. It was pretty, but then again you thought everything about him was pretty. You weren’t surprised by his size; you knew what to expect after last time. The girth had stretched you out perfectly, and his length had hit your spot just right. You squeezed your thighs together at the memory – chasing some type of release.

You took his cock gently in your hands, familiarizing yourself with the weight of him in your palm. A shaky breath escaped his lips at your touch. You aimed it towards you while you laid down on your tummy between his legs – getting comfortable. Over you, he sat up a little on his elbows watching as you pressed a soft kiss to the head, tasting the precum that had started to pearl at the tip.

His head flung back with a groan, “Fuck– you’re really good at that”.

“I haven’t even done anything yet”, you giggled, your stuttered breath like the touch of a fluttering butterfly against his sensitive cock.

“Still–“ his breath hitched when you started to press soft kisses down the side of his shaft. You licked a stripe back up to the head, “It feels re-really good” he stuttered.

“Please don’t forget to leave a five-star yelp review later” you joked before wrapping you lips around him.

You traced your tongue over the head, teasing the underside and sucking lightly. You let your lips glide over it, spit running down the length of him, slicking it and covering him before it pooled over your hand, where it gripped the base. You gave him an experimental tug, feeling how the vein pulsed under your touch. A slick sound from under your fist filled the space between you as you started to stroke him slowly. You gripped him a little tighter at the base, before letting up the pressure, skating your thumb over his sensitive head. Gasps mixed with whispering curses fell from Peter’s lips as you stroked his length. Wrapping your lips around the head again, you sucked lightly before you took him a little deeper down your throat.

“Fuck!” Peter spat, his back hitting the mattress. A heavy reassuring hand landed on your head. He didn’t push your head down; instead, it was like he was anchoring himself to you. You took him as deep as you could, holding off your gag reflex the best you could. You looked up at him through your lashes. He’d pushed his head hard against your pillow while his chest moved at an erratic pace.

You bopped your head. Flicking your tongue over his head, you dipped down and took him deeper in your throat again. Your hand still held him firmly at the base where you stroked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Everything was slick and sticky and messy; just like your soiled panties, sticking to your cunt.

Heavy breathing, the wet sound of spit and Peter’s moans filled your apartment. Your other hand found his balls, cupping them gently in your palm. The new sensation paired with the bopping of your head made his hand tighten around your crown. His cock twitched in your throat as your name fell from his lips paired with a moan. He was close to coming.

With a gasp you pulled of his cock. His length slapped heavy and hard against his tummy. You caught your breath, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of your mouth when you heard his frustrated whine.

You sat up on your knees between his legs, trailing your fingers slowly up your thigh. Under you he watched you with hooded eyes. Hooking your thumbs under the waistband of your panties, you sat up a little on your knees, but before you could pull them down an idea popped into your head. Letting the elastic snap against your skin, you pulled your thumbs from the cotton fabric. His eyes were glued to your hands, his impatience evident in his eyes as he let out a whine.

“Such a whiny baby aren’t you?” you teased, turning around putting your covered ass on display for him.

“You’re a tease” he pouted, “It’s driving me crazy”.

You beamed at his words, though he couldn’t see you smile. Your thumbs hooked around the waistband of your panties again. You pulled them off. Slowly. Making sure to give him a good show. The fabric dragged over your ass. You’d worked yourself up, the teasing making you so wet the fabric of your panties stuck to your core. You peeled the cotton off, pulling your panties down all the way, exposing yourself to your boyfriend.

“Y-you’re amazing” he groaned behind you, his hand coming up to brush a knuckle over your bare ass. You reveled in his touch, feeling how he dragged his callused fingertips gently over your skin. Slowly he moved his hand between your legs, running his index and marriage through your folds. The sticky sound of your arousal filled the room. He ran his fingers through your folds again, collecting your wetness on his fingers before he brushed them lightly over your clit.

His featherlight touch dragged a moan from your lips. You lowered yourself slightly, chasing his fingers while your hand came down to rest against his thighs – steadying yourself.

“You hear how wet you are my angel?” he asked you, starting to brush circles over your clit, “You’re just a desperate as me aren’t you?”. He pressed down a little harder against your puffy clit, making you whine.

“Listen to you” he said, “Who’s the whiny baby now?” he coaxed.

“Fuck” you needed him. Needed to feel him inside you. To fill you up. You quickly turned around. His fingers fell from your core. Wet stripes running up your thigh as you moved to straddle his hips.

You sat down gently, rubbing yourself over his length before you leaned down to cup his cheek. Your thumb rubbed softly over his bottom lip. Leaning closer you brushed your nose lightly against his before you captured his lips in a kiss. He kissed you back immediately. You let your tongue run along his bottom lip. His hands fell to your ass, rubbing over your skin and pushing you down, helping you grind against him. Your folds dragged over his length, coating him in your arousal. The slick sound audible with each rut against him.

“I want you so bad baby” he mumbled against your lips, “Can I put it in?”.

“Please” you begged, the sound coming out more as a breathy moan, “Need you inside me so bad”.

Lifting your hips, his hand snuck between your bodies. Grabbing his shaft, he guided the tip through your folds, running the head up and down, coating himself in more of your wetness before lining up at your entrance. You lifted your head a little, pressing your forehead against his. You looked him straight in the eye. With a small nod and a breathy “yes”, he brushed the head over your entrance.

Slowly you lowered your hips. First slipping the tip in, before letting him fill you to the hilt – taking him fully inside. His mouth fell open in a groan as you seated yourself on his cock. He was so deep you felt breathless.

His hands found the underside of your thighs, lifting you slightly as he slowly thrusted up into you. “Shit! Peter!” you gasped, falling against his chest. The head of his cock hit your spot inside right away.

“Does that feel good baby?” he wondered, thrusting up into you again, “Right there?”

Already you felt close to the edge. You’d told yourself that you were the one teasing him, but in the process, you’d ultimately ended up teasing yourself. The anticipation winding you up so tight you were already close to bursting.

“Y-Yes” you moaned, grinding your clit down against his pelvis.

You sat up, your palms splaying over the lower half of his tummy, steadying yourself. You raised your hips in an experimental lift until just the tip was enveloped in your heat before you quickly sat down. Then you started to bounce on his cock, his hands on your thighs helping you build a rhythm. Breathy moans and gasps fell from your lips with every bounce. His hands locked with yours, holding them up slightly for you to push against.

Chasing his own release, he met your bounces with thrusts of his own. The way his cock went even deeper, hitting you just right with every thrust, made you pathetically clench around him.

“I’m-I’m gonna come” you panted, the words floating in the air. You freed a hand from his clasp, sliding it down and rubbing circles over your neglected clit. You lost yourself in the pleasure. The way he felt inside you, stretching you out and bottoming out with each thrust.

With a plead of his name, your orgasm washed over you. Stilling your hips, your whole body shook over him. Pleasure coming in waves of ecstasy, clenching down hard around his cock in fluttering ripples. Riding out your high, you almost didn’t hear the “Fuck!” he spat along with the rough groan he let out as he came hard, emptying himself deep inside you and coating your walls. The aftershocks of your orgasm milking him of all his cum.

Exhausted you fell to his chest. Content sighs through deep breaths escaped your lips. His hands wrapped around you, cradling your body against his chest. He held you close, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head. As his cock softened inside you, his cum start to drip out around his cock, joining the already sticky mess between your legs.

“Definitely five stars” he sighed.

“What?” you sat up a little, looking down at his face.

“My yelp review” he joked.

Your chortled, before you let your head fall back down to nuzzle into the crook of his neck. His hand rubbed softly over your back.

“Dork” you mumbled before pressing a soft kiss right under his jaw. Your dork.

A chill coming from your open window made goosebumps dance over your skin. Peter noticed immediately asking you “You cold angel?”, before pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“Yeah, a little– It’s just the wind from open window” you explained.

“That can easily be fixed” he perked, moving to sit up with you still in his lap and his cock still inside you.

“Peter!” you yelped at the sudden movement. With one hand securely around your waist, he leaned towards your bedside table. Grabbing one of his web shooters he slipped it easily over his wrist.

“Watch and learn babe!” he told you, aiming towards your window. He pressed the button in his palm, and with a thwip! he shot a web. You watched as the web hit your window, but instead of closing it, the window swung open with a rapid force.

“Uhm…” Peter started before you cut him off, “It opens outwards you idiot” you giggled.

“We got one more song to play for you guys!” Harry said enthusiastically into the microphone. A loud cheer from the crowd rang loudly through the walls of The Living Room, at his words.

“But before we do that, I want to dedicate this next song to a very special someone” he said after the cheers had quieted down a little.

Harry looked over his shoulder at you with a nervous shake of his head, “He’s gonna hate me for this isn’t he?” he asked you into the mic followed by a chuckle. Looking straight ahead at Harry, you tried your best not to ruin the surprise, giving him a nod and a toothy grin.

“Ok so…” Harry started, turning back to face the crowd, “A few weeks ago, Y/n here” he pointed towards you, “and Peter,” he swung around pointing towards Peter where he stood leaning against one of the amps. He’d been studying the stage floor with his hands rested over the top of his guitar, until he quickly looked up at the mention of his name.

“They almost died in a shooting” Harry finished making a surge go through the crowd.

“Yeah…” Harry nodded, “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost them to be honest. They’re my best friends– I love them so much!” he confessed. You snuck a glance at Peter to gauge his confused reaction.

“They’re luckily both okay, physically, and that’s thanks to this guy right here!” Harry spun around, a hand opening towards Peter, while the crowd broke out in a loud cheer.

“Peter,” Harry started, walking over to Peter, and swinging a hand over his shoulders. “I want to dedicate this song to you because I’m so glad to have met you– my life is brighter with you in it! I love you– even though I might be losing you to your new girlfriend” Harry quickly turned his head towards you, jokingly narrowing your eyes at you. You could only shake your head with a giggle at his antics.

“What?” Harry turned his head back towards Peter as he’d spoken something to Harry. Harry pointed the microphone towards Peter’s mouth and his voice filled the speakers.

“I love you too and you could never lose me, man! You pay for all my stuff” Peter quipped. Behind you Elijah stomped the bass drum a few times, making you you’re your head towards him and catching his chuckle.

“Okay, okay” Harry huffed jokingly, retracting his hand from around Peter’s shoulders. “Now you’re being a bad sugar baby” Harry accused, with an obvious fake dramatic sob.

Peter playfully rolled his eyes before he pushed off the amp, he was leaning against, to wrap his arm around Harry in one of those awkward bro half hugs.

“Sorry, man” you heard Peter’s voice through the speakers. His voice was faint but still loud enough to be picked up by Harry’s microphone. At his words Harry perked with a cheeky smile growing on his face.

“It’s too easy” he grinned playfully. Peter’s head fell backwards for a beat before he turned to look at you with disbelieving shake of his head.

“Anyways…” Harry moved towards the crowd again, “Thank you for being such a great crowd tonight! We love you so much! And this is our newest song ‘Hero’”.

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int-writersmind · 5 months

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I Hate Christmas, Peter Parker! {Part 1}

Peter Parker x f!Reader

It’s simple: You don’t see what the big fuss is all about surrounding Christmas, but Peter Parker thinks that this is unacceptable and puts you through step one of a multiple step list to make you fall in love with the holiday.

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

Author's Note: I decided to put a Christmas song suggestion for immersion, not b/c I'm currently in love with Laufey right now...

“You what?!” exclaimed Peter, quite loudly.

“Jesus, calm down,” You lean forward, just slightly, over the table, careful to not tip your mug of half decent hot coffee. “All I said was that I don’t really like Christmas that much, that’s all.”

“You Grinch! You Scrooge!” Peter throws his hands up in an over exaggerated motion, he looked like an oversized toddler. Peter puts on a slight pout as he leaned against the wall, feet outwards, looking over the rest of the coffee shop. “I-I mean, you live in New York City, this place practically invented contemporary Christmas!”

“Now that’s an exaggerated statement.”

“I know that,” Peter turns back to you, folding his hands on top of the table. “But there’s a reason why so many Christmas movies are set here, why so many Christmas events are here. It’s because Christmas is just better in NYC!”

“More like Christmas is more annoying in NYC.” You gently pat Peter’s hand before downing the rest of your drink. “Peter, babe, honey, I’ve lived here my whole life don’t you think I don’t know all this?”

“Yeah, babe-honey, so have I. It’s why I love the holidays.”

“And that's why I hate the holidays!”

You thought Peter would grow bored of your Christmas conversation on your way out the coffee shop and down the street, but he only continued his long rant. It was the first day of December and with the new month came the sudden spark of festive, holiday flare, much to your chagrin. The addition of a new holiday drink at your favorite coffee shop had sparked the conversation in the first place. Peter had ordered it and once you decline the same, suddenly came the sudden barrage of questions.

The two of you held hands as you continued down the long city sidewalk, Peter using his other hand to gesture wildly about Christmas. You decide that enough is enough and pull Peter off to the side, dodging tourists with tons of shopping bags. You reach out for Peter’s other hand, bringing it down with the other, squeezing ever so gently. “Listen, Peter, I appreciate how passionate you are about Christmas, the holidays and what-not, but there’s nothing you can say to convince me to suddenly fall in love with this time of year. This feeling has been there for years.”

Peter looks into your eyes and for a minute it seems as if his attention is elsewhere until he jolts in surprise, eyes widening to match. “I’ve got it!”

You can’t help but roll your head back in defeat. “Oh no…”

“Maybe you're right,” Peter squeezes your hands, bringing your attention back to him. “Maybe there isn’t anything I can say to you to convince you that Christmastime is the best time of year, but I can do things instead.”

“Oh Peter! You naughty little reindeer..” You tease.

“I don’t mean that!” Peter quickly kisses your grinning face, “That could be on the list only after–”

“After?!”

“Only after you complete my list of activities that will definitely, 100 percent make you fall in love with Christmas and everything that comes with it.”

“Oh, you have a list?” You cock one eyebrow up.

“Hypothetical list, it’s being finalized.” Peter pulls you in close, his hands resting on the small of your back, your hands resting on his chest. “But I think I know what to do first. Do you have a Christmas tree? Decorations?”

“Tree, yes, my roommate left one before she left. Decorations…no, I’m sure my cousin has some extra, I’ll stop by after work today.”

“Ok, I’ll meet you at your place later tonight?”

“Yeah, and–,” You move in closer to Peter, eyes shut, lips millimeters away from each other. “Your little list is not gonna change my mind.” You kiss him gently, one hand resting on his cheek before pulling away, Peter slightly chasing you back. “See you tonight.”

“I can already tell i’m gonna hate this” You hold up a shiny red, classic looking ornament by the wire, looking at it as if it was dead fish caught on a hook.

“What?! You have the easy job!” Peter calls back as he clicks the last piece of your ex roommate’s Christmas tree together.

It was night now, Daylight Savings causing the city to look later than it actually was. The two of you had stayed committed to this little game of Peter’s. After calling your cousin about picking up some spare decor (which she eagerly shoved into your arms), and lugging the oversized box on the train back to your place, Peter showed up with a determined expression and a carton of egg-nog.

You take out the other ornaments from their box, inspecting each one, before setting it off to the side. Peter saunters over and plops on the floor next to you, going through the rest of the box to find more decorations for the tree. “This feels tedious.” you say, looking at all the stuff you laid before you.

“Oh c’mon, this will be great.” Peter says as he untangles some garland.

“That’s what you said about the egg-nog.”

“Yes, yes I did say that, but to be perfectly honest, I’ve never tried egg-nog until today so…that’s on me.”

You smile at him as you take the final ornament from the box in hand, a golden ball that had swirls molded into the plastic. “Ok let’s decorate this stupid tree.”

Half an hour in, with tolerable Christmas music playing in the background, the tree was finally starting to come along. You and Peter stood on either side of the tree, hooking various ornaments on branches. As the last ornament looped on, Peter went over to the box to pick up the garland he detangled earlier as you stood back and admired the tree.

“See, beautiful.” Peter said coming up from behind you.

“What, me? Of course.”

Peter just rolls his eyes as he hands you one end of the garland, you each start to place it around the tree, passing the end from one hand to the other. “Doesn’t this remind you of being a little kid, putting up all your favorite ornaments?”

You just shrug your shoulders, “The older I got I just dreaded putting up the tree. It’s started out fine of course. But then someone puts the wrong ornament somewhere, or one side of the tree lights are not working, a favorite ornament gets broken…boom arguments. Mom, Dad, pissed at one another, little ole me just trying get the hell out of dodge.”

Peter gets the end of the garland, securing it at the bottom of the tree. “Sounds like…an experience.”

You just smile at him as he comes to stand next to you. The two of you look at the tree, its soft, golden white lights, the shiny, almost sparking ball ornaments on each branch. “No, no, it’s ok, my parents love each other, but they're just…really good at arguing with one another. I, personally, don't care for it, so I try my best to avoid it.” You reach for Peter’s hand, interlocking your fingers with his. “After my dad accidently broke one of my favorite ornaments and got into a fit with Mom, I just decided it wasn’t worth it anymore. Swore off decorating Christmas trees.” You lean your head on Peter’s shoulder. “It’s funny, I wasn’t even that mad that it broke…”

“What was it?” Peter rests his head on yours.

“Some old time-y phone box, something silly I saw at a Christmas pop-up when I was like 6-7 years old.”

The two of you just stand there in the silence for a moment.

“Pick a new one.”

You move your head off Peter’s shoulder, turning to look at him, “What?”

“Pick a new favorite ornament.” Peter answers, “You don’t have to keep it forever, but it can just be your favorite for this year.”

“Hmm, fine.”

Your eyes skim over the tree, you land on the red ornament before jumping to the golden one, before your eyes find something much more garnish. A little ceramic coffee cup, what better to remind you of how you ended up here. Decorating a tree for the first time in years with your boyfriend who’s hellbent on getting you to like the holiday again.

Your fingers wrap on the ornament, lifting it off its branch, “How about this?”

“Prefect.” Peter says as you hold up the ornament in hand, the light glinting off the piece. Peter tosses something in the air upwards, shooting some webs to stick it to the ceiling. You put the ornament back in its original spot before looking at Peter. “Oh, wow what’s that?”

You look up, mistletoe dangling crookedly. “You know those things are poisonous right?"

“To eat, not to kiss under,” Peter pulls you in close by the waist, eyes darting from your lips to your eyes. “Plus it’s fake.”

Your own eyes glance at Peter’s mouth before looking back at his eyes, “Just because I didn’t run away from decorating a tree, you think you deserve a kiss?” You smirk, a hand going to the back of his neck.

“Oh come here you little Grinch.” With a soft hand on your cheek, Peter pulls you in for a kiss. Those lips, which you became so familiar with, soft and warm, sweetened by the eggnog, engulf yours. His tongue entering yours, playing with yours like it did so many times before. This action was so common, kissing each other was almost like second nature, but sometimes–like moments like this, it almost felt like kissing for the first time, but better. Kissing someone you could really trust, someone who really cared about. It was gushy and corny and everything else that people made fun of, but it was so worth it.

The two of you break off the kiss, foreheads resting on one another.

“So, step one of your list completed?” You ask.

“Nah.”

Your head shoots upwards, looking at Peter with a confused look, to which he chuckles at.

“We still have the rest of the apartment to decorate.”

You groan, falling limp in Peter’s arm. It was all for show of course, but you had to commit to the bit, letting all your weight on to Peter’s one arm. You knew not matter what, he wouldn’t drop you. “God I hate you.”

Hello there! Thanks for reading Part 1 of this multi-part X-mas fic that was definitely not inspired by me at all hahaha... Anyway, I'll post on Sundays to get this series done by Christmas but no promise, but expect weekly uploads at the very least. Also this is meant to be mostly Fluff but if you Naughty Reindeers want some Spice/Smut I'll think about it 😉. Alright bye Void!

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giulscomix · 8 months

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Give this man some happiness, I beg you ❤️💙

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aisaisaiss · 11 months

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MIGUEL whos wrapped around your pretty little finger.

he adores you, he would do anything for you. he loves you. and you knew it, he was smitten with you. no matter how sarcastic or how hard he was on the outside he would always break down those walls for you. his princesa, even if he thought he wasn’t obvious with it he was. the spider society could tell, everyone could tell.

“you’d better hope his wife comes and saves your asses” jessica said, sighing deeply. miles and gwen had fucked up big time, and there was practically no hope other than you coming to their rescue. “mhm you’d better start praying cus’ if she doesn't well uh, just hope you see tomorrow” peter whispered. “do you know what the hell you did?! do you know how much you jeopardized our mission?!” miguel seethed, irritably. "you." he turned and pointed his finger in miles's face. " i may have let you in our mission but that doesn't mean you can disobey orders." he seethed, his eyebrows furrowed. miles's could only hope and pray that she would show up.

"miguel? amor, i brought you lunch!" a bubbly voice snapped the group out of their train of thought. a sweet looking woman stood at the door, dressed in casual clothes. "what's going on?" she sighed looking at the group and miguel. "oh nothing don't worry" miguel said, awkwardly. "come here, i want to see you. i know that you just went on a mission lemme check you out" she said motioning him to come over to him. as he walked towards her, she mouthed to the group "go". and with that they scrambled off.

@AISAISAIS 2023, DO NOT STEAL OR REPOST.

#miguel o'hara x reader #spiderverse x reader #miguel ohara x reader fluff #miguel o'hara #spider man: across the spider verse

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jahayla-parker · 1 year

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Hey! Could you please do a Peter Parker x reader one where y/n is the new girl at Midtown high school and there is a plot twist she's a witch ( the good kind) and she meets Peter and his friends. Y/n starts liking Peter but she finds out that he has a plan to tell MJ that he likes her. Even though Peter likes MJ he starts to really like y/n so now he has to make a choice between MJ and y/n. And unknown to y/n Agatha is on her trail trying to steal her powers.

Detail ideas:

• Y/n is a new student who is a good witch (the magic has been passed down through her family down to her) she's trying to keep her magical powers ( telekinesis and has a book that she learns spells from) a secret

• Y/n does spells in English/Latin?

• Her color scheme is a light bluish color

• Takes place during the events of Far From Home

• She meet Peter, Ned, MJ and everyone else Peter is also trying to keep his spiderman life a secret

• Y/n starts to like Peter but she overhears Peters plan for MJ

• Peter deep down starts to like y/n too but he now has to choose between MJ and y/n

• Peter has the Peter tingle he senses that y/n is different somehow and y/n senses the same thing about Peter

• They both get suspicious about each other

• Y/n's jealousy plays up her powers on the trip because her powers are linked to her emotions

• Y/n brings the book of shadows ( a book that has been passed down in her family) with her on the trip so she can practice spells

• By accident Peter sees the book and asks her what kind of book is it and y/n tries to hide it and lies and says that she is taking latin

• Y/n is the most powerful witch but she doesn't know it yet and Agatha senses it so she goes looking for her (y/n goes up against Agatha) Agatha follows y/n all around Europe

• Brad tries to flirt with y/n but she shuts him down

• When the class is in Venice and the water elemental shows up y/n saves Ned and Betty by moving the boat that they are in out of the way to safety with her powers

• Y/n thinks that nobody sees her using her powers but Unbeknownst to her Peter sees it

• Peter tells Ned to get y/n, MJ, and the others to safety but before y/n follows the others she sees Peter use his webshooters

• The scene where they go to the opera Peter is gonna talk to MJ but then y/n walks by which catches his attention because she is wearing a really pretty blue dress

• When Peter tells y/n he knows she has powers y/n tries to deny it and y/n questions Peter about him hiding something (because she saw him use his webshooters)

• Scene where y/n explains her familys magical history to Peter

• When Peter goes to alert Fury about Mysterio but ends up fighting Mysterio and he gets hit by the train at the same time y/n is going up against Agatha and at some point Agatha starts to absorbing y/n powers but at the last minute y/n escapes from her

• Y/n calls peter and tells him what happened with Agatha (her magic is kinda weak due to Agatha absorbing her powers earlier )so Happy and Peter pick her up and they both have to come up with a plan to stop their enemies

• Y/n decides to use herself as bait to lure Agatha out but Peter fights her on her plan because he is worried about her safety and she tells him she'll be fine

• Final battle between y/n vs Agatha happens at the same time as Peter goes up against Mysterio

• Peter tries to protect y/n from Agatha during the battle but he gets hurt seeing this y/n gets really mad to that point where she musters all of her power to beat Agatha

• After their battles y/n sees that Peter is limping so she uses a healing spell to heal his leg

• At the end where Peter tells y/n that at first he did like MJ but he really likes her more and they share an awkward kiss

Crushing Plans : Peter Parker x Reader

Part One

Description: 5.5k Crushing Plans part 1, y/n has a crush on her bestfriend Peter but he’s interested in their friend MJ. Meanwhile Peter and Y/n have to decide if they want the responsibility that comes with their powers (while also trying to keep these powers a secret). To make matters worse, y/n’s powers are impacted by her emotions; including jealousy. How will their class trip to Europe go with all of this going on?

Warnings for series as a whole): Mention of injuries, villains, far from home spoilers?, evil, witches, magic, powers/abilities, jealousy, hurt-comfort, I think that’s it!

Series Masterlist (5 parts plus the story continues in Bewitched Love (No Way Home wip w/ the same characters as a story continuation)

Y/n hated being the new girl.

Everyone looked at you at all times; just waiting for you to make a fool of yourself.

She understood it was out of curiosity and a way to know where she stood among their peer groups, but it was unsettling nonetheless.

Especially when she had a secret to keep and a crush to hide.

Speaking of which, as Ned and Peter rambled on about some plans Peter had, y/n spaced out.

They were whispering so she could hardly make out their words, but she likely didn’t want to hear it.

She suspected Peter had a crush on MJ.

Not that she could fault him, MJ was a very unique energy.

While y/n had become somewhat of friends with their group by now, she was not close enough for them to disclose such secrets to her.

Nor did she want him to, she wasn’t sure she could fake a smile if he told her of his feelings for another girl.

So, she sat there silently staring at her crush as he enthusiastically walked Ned through whatever they were discussing.

Y/n bit her lip as her eyes trailed Peter’s face.

He was so unbelievably cute.

It wasn’t even just his looks, even his personality was perfect.

From the way he would always ask her how her night was, the way he always smiled widely when he did well on an exam, the way-

“Are you going on the trip y/n?” Ned asked, making y/n startle slightly as she refocused on her surroundings.

Y/n blinked quickly, hoping her cheeks were flushed, “oh, yeah, of course”.

Peter smiled at her, “great! It should be a lot of fun”.

She nodded, smiling back at him, “any big plans?”

Y/n wanted to slap herself for that.

It was a normal response given the topic, but she knew better.

Peter bit his lip, his dimples showing as he blushed, “umm a bit… I uhm”.

She shook her head, “it’s okay Peter! You don’t have to tell me”

Y/n forced a smile, “I’m sure it’ll go well though”.

Peter sighed and gave her a weak smile, “right umm, thanks”.

He bit his lip and looked over at Ned as y/n politely excused herself.

“Do you think she… no.. Nevermind” Peter mumbled, watching as y/n walked across the classroom to sit by MJ.

“That she heard your plans and is going to tell MJ?” Ned asked, “no, I don’t think y/n is like that”.

“What?! No, that’s not what I was asking! And you’re right, she’s not like that. No… I just… she seemed sad like maybe she…” Peter rambled, playing the scene over again in his mind.

“Dude, you aren’t actually crushing on her too are you?” Ned groaned, recognizing the look in his bestfriend’s eyes.

“Hmm, no, no way” Peter lied, unable to break his gaze with her.

Ned rolled his eyes in disbelief but played along, “well that’s good. I know I said we should be bachelors and all, but dude, I didn’t mean fuckboys”.

Peter finally looked away as he realized MJ was sitting beside her, turning and glaring at Ned instead.

“I’m not being a … a fuckboy” he defended, quickly looking back across the room for a moment, “am I?”

“Not if you choose one” Ned suggested, “but you can’t act on both”.

Peter nodded, “I wasn’t going to. I… MJ. It’s MJ”.

Ned raised a brow in suspicion, “no way it was really that simple Peter”.

Peter shrugged, “I’ve known MJ longer, and I’ve had a crush on her longer. So, MJ”.

His friend shook his head and sighed dramatically, “whatever dude. You have to admit by now that my plan is much less complicated”.

As MJ approached their table on her way to grab a new piece of paper from the back cabinet, both boys went silent.

“You have a plan?” MJ inquired, pausing next to Peter who blushed again and froze.

“I don’t have a plan” he lied, feeling guilty as his eyes land on y/n.

“No, he's just gonna collect tiny spoons when we're traveling to other countries” Ned blurted in an attempt to conceal their discussion.

“Like a grandmother?” MJ teased.

“I’m not collecting tiny spoons. He’s collecting tiny spoons” Peter exclaimed.

“Oh. Okay, well, that was a real roller coaster” MJ said slowly before waving as she leaves to attend to her task.

“Spoons, Ned?” Peter grumbled.

“I panicked!” Ned defended with a shrug, “I didn’t want to blurt your actual plans or that you may secretly have two plans now”.

“I don’t have two plans Ned! I already chose” he reminded Ned but felt a tightness in his chest as he smiled at y/n when she turned and saw him looking her way.

“Clearly” Ned sarcastically remarked.

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“Y/n, is it okay if Peter sits next to you?” Mr. Harrington asked, tapping her shoulder.

She looked up and saw Peter blushing and staring down at the aisle-way of the plane.

“Oh, umm, sure… but,” she responded, looking over at Brad who was sitting next to her.

Brad , “doesn’t he have a seat already?”

Y/n bit her lip and looked between Brad and Mr. Harrington, pausing as she noticed Peter was now furrowing his eyebrows at Brad as if he was bothered by his question.

“He does, but he has a perfume allergy, and believe me, those are much worse than they sound” Mr. Harrington said.

Y/n raised an eyebrow at Peter in suspicion, never having heard of this; even when their classmate Sara showed up nearly soaked in the latest Victoria’s Secret perfume.

Brad seemed to notice y/N’s reaction as he put his arm around her shoulder, “well, I don’t think he’ll want my seat then. I don’t know if it’s perfume or shampoo or something, but Y/n smells really good “.

Y/n blushed deeply, looking away shyly from all three of the guys surrounding her; unsure what was exactly happening.

Peter mumbled something under his breath before clearing his throat, “I’m fine with coconut”.

Y/n nearly choked; coconut, how did he…?

She knew Brad was simply trying to get a way to stay next to her; she hadn’t used her usual products today as she’d been in a rush.

But, Peter was right… y/n normally did use a coconut scented conditioner.

She just never realized he noticed her enough to know that.

Sure, they sat together in a few classes, but she wasn’t sure he ever noticed her more than a friend.

But friends don’t know what your hair smells like… right?

She snapped her eyes up to Peter who blushed again and looked away as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Mr. Davis, please” Mr. Harrington requested and Brad sighed loudly.

He glared at Peter as he removed his arm from around y/n’s shoulder.

“I’ll see you when we land, Hmm?” Brad winked down at her before brushing past Peter.

“Oh… yeah… okay” y/n mumbled, still spacey from such intense confusion and shock.

“I umm…” Peter mumbled, sitting next to y/n, “I hope you’re not upset about me switching with Brad”.

Y/n shook her head, “no, it’s fine Peter”.

He nodded and sat down next to her, “are you sure? It feels like interrupted something”.

She chuckles, “no, nothing. I probably should tell him that… I just wasn’t excepting him to…”

“Try flirting with you?” Peter mumbled, sounding a bit offended himself.

“Yeah. I’m not mad he did, just not interested.. in him” she said.

Peter looked over at her and offered her a smile, “Ned says all the girls are”.

Y/n laughed and rolled her eyes, “maybe Ned is then”.

Peter laughed and put his bag under his seat as he buckled his seatbelt.

“Perfume allergy though? Since when?” Y/n asked, making him freeze and stare over at her.

“Oh… umm… It was just really strong” he argued.

“So was Sara’s last week” y/n smirked.

Peter bit his lip, “right… but I wasn’t going to be next to her for over nine hours”.

Y/n nodded in agreement, “fair enough Parker”.

He smiled, “so…umm.. what were you going to do for the duration of the flight?”

Y/n shrugged, “just make out with Brad “.

Peter coughed and his eyes went wide before he noticed her laughing and shaking her head.

He questioned himself over the sudden tightness in his chest he felt once again; he couldn’t be jealous, right?

He reminded himself he liked MJ… longer.

Peter took a deep breath and chuckled, “oh, right, you’re not interested in him”

Y/n nodded, “you’re a bit spacey today hmm?”

He leaned back in his seat, “yeah, just a lot of confusing things in my mind I guess”

She copied his movements unconsciously, “me too”.

“Did you want to talk about it?” He asked, hoping to get his mind off his own thoughts.

“Not really, but thank you. You?” Y/n offered.

“No” he rushed out before chuckling nervously a bit, “thanks though”.

She smiled kindly while nodding, before leaning her head back into the headrest and closing her eyes.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Peter glancing between y/n and MJ.

Ned caught his friend’s shifting attention and shook his head, stifling a laugh.

Peter found his eyes lingering on y/n longer each time.

Slowly he took a deep breath, “so… what’re you looking forward to in Venice?”.

He mentally cringed at his weak attempt to strike up a conversation, wondering why he was so nervous to talk to his friend.

But as she opened her eyes and smiled over at him, he felt his body relax.

“Assuming things go smoothly, just be able to enjoy myself and relax without any pressures” she admitted.

Peter wasn’t sure what it was, but something about her confession made him feel a connection.

He wanted to brush it off, she obviously wasn’t meaning being able to give up some secret superhero identity for a few days of relaxation the way he was.

But, there was something that set off his Peter tingle during her statement.

Deciding to try and find out what it was, Peter spoke up, “you normally can’t do that?”

He watched as her cheeks flushed and eyes widened slightly before she formed a small pout.

As he waited for her to respond, he found himself staring at her lips.

Peter shook his head, internally groaning.

“It’s hard to explain… but no. Umm, even outside of school I don’t really get a break, too many expectations and responsibilities. I’m sure you know what it’s like to have a… part time job while in school, Ned said you used to have one?” She rambled.

Peter squinted at her words, it being similar to the way he’d avoid the subject if asked.

But he nodded at the last statement, glad for a new way to avoid the topic, “yeah. Not much sleeping or relaxation outside of school hours, I get that. And it feels like the world is always watching “.

Y/n tilted her head, laughing softly, “the world? Where did you work, some international news company?”

Peter chuckled and shook his head, “no, I… umm..”

“I’m kidding Peter, I get it” she assured, smiling softly as she pulled her blanket over her lap.

"What's that?" Peter asked as y/n reached into her personal item backpack to grab a piece of gum.

She froze and her fingers nearly snapped the stick of gum in half from the tension radiating through her body at his inquiry.

She did not even have to look to know what he must have seen.

The spell book from her mother had been kept in her personal item bag so that no one would have access to it even when on the several hour long international flight.

However, she was not intending to have Peter sitting next to her on said flight.

Y/n was fairly certain that most of her other classmates would not have noticed the item, much less Brad Davis whom she was supposed to be seated with.

"Umm, gum?" y/n tried, holding up the pack as if that was the item he was asking about.

Peter chuckled tenderly, "no, that".

Y/n swatted his hand when he began reaching for the book.

Her hand hit the back of his just as his fingers swept over the hardcover binding of the book.

Peter startled at her reaction, only becoming more confused when he noticed his Spidey Senses- or Peter Tingle like Aunt May termed it- tingled when he touched the book.

"Sorry" Y/n gushed, feeling very warm suddenly, "I just... I uhh.."

Peter shook his head, cocking it to the side slightly as he spoke, "no, it's okay... I shouldn't have done that without asking".

She gave him a kind smile and sighed, "it's just a really important book is all. I don't really like anyone else touching it".

Peter nodded, trying to keep his curious eyes off of her bag.

"Can I ask what is is? Is it like a first edition of your favorite book or something?" He asked.

Peter realized he was not only curious as to what the item was and why it prompted such a response, but also found himself suddenly wanting to know what her favorite book was.

He bit his cheek as he stiffled a frustrated sigh at realizing that maybe just claiming to choose MJ was not as simple as it sounded.

He'd never really questioned what MJ's favorite book was... but surely that was not that big of a deal, right?

"Oh. I..." y/n's voice brought him back to the moment as she minimally tilted the book back to show him the cover, "it is a really old authentic text that I am using for my Latin lessons".

Peter's eyes flickered from her face down to the book briefly, noticing how antique the material was and the latin wording on the cover.

It's appearance matched her description but for some reason Peter found himself still slightly suspicious that there was more to it than that.

Nonethless, he nodded and gave her a smile, "you're learning Latin?"

She nodded, covering the book back up and zipping the bag.

"Isn't it a dead language?" Peter asked breazily, wanting to smack himself afterwards for how his verbiage sounded.

Y/n laughed and leaned back into her seat, passing him a piece of gum, "it's only dead if people stop using it".

Peter's lips parted as he thought through her words, smirking in agreement as he grabbed the gum, "I suppose that's true".

"So, I assume your plan probably isn't off to the best start now huh?" y/n hummed, sipping on the water cup the flight attendant provided.

"My plan?" Peter asked, setting his own cup down on the tray.

"Earlier..., I asked if you had any big plans.." y/n said, annoyed with herself for feeling dissapointed that he didn't remember.

"I remember" he admitted, trying to think of what to tell her.

"Ahh, sorry, I don't mean to pry, I know you don't want to tell me about it. I was just going to see if there was maybe something I could do to help since you're stuck sitting next to me" y/n explained shyly.

Peter froze and frowned at her, "stuck with you?"

She gave him a polite curl of her lips, "I know you were trying to sit with MJ".

Peter felt his cheeks redden and his eyes enlarge.

Despite the jealousy she felt, she giggled at his boyish reaction, "it was a bit obvious that you were trying to change seats, and well, I have seen the way you look at MJ".

Peter's jaw dropped slightly, was he that obvious?

If so, was his simultanious crush on y/n obvious as well?

It didn't seem so given the current discussion... unless this was her way of kindly letting him know she wasn't interested by redirecting him to focus on MJ.

Peter rubbed his neck nervously as he tried to clear these thoughts from his mind.

"Well, I'm sure you and Ned can pick up the pieces and restart whatever the plan was when we land" y/n offered to cheer him up even though the idea hurt her.

Peter nodded slowly, uncertain what to say to her.

"How are you getting texts?" Peter asked, looking up from her phone.

They'd been watching a movie on her phone after they searched the films on the airplane seat screens only to find they were all relating to the Avengers; mostly Tony.

"Sorry, I thought I had my push notifications off for the movie" she sighed, pausing it as she went to dismiss the notification and then turn on do not disturb mode.

"It's okay" Peter reassured her with a tender voice, "I just thought they had to be on airplane mode".

She laughed, "I have an iPhone, so using the internet allows me to send and recieve iMessages still".

Peter grimmaced in embarassment, he should have known that.

Well, he did know it... he just did not remember it at the moment.

It was like all his thoughts and knowledge had dissapeared the second y/n was leaning against him and laughing at the movie they were watching.

"Right, duh" Peter laughed breathily.

"One sec, it's Brad, I should see what he wants" y/n said, Peter's lips instantly forming a pout.

"Brad? Why is he-" he began to ask, stopping as y/n's eyes lifted slowly up to Peter with a look he could not discern.

"So, Brad is offering to switch seats with you if you want" y/n told him, trying to hide her dissapointment from him.

Peter scoffed, "of course he does".

"What?" y/n asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Shaking his head, Peter sighed , "nothing".

"Okay... Well, what do you want me to tell him?" she asked.

Peter pressed his lips into a fine line before speaking, "do you want to sit with him instead?"

"No" y/n said, far too quickly.

"I just know that you got stuck with me, and Brad is with MJ, so you could switch and be where you wanted" y/n stated, forcing the words to come out as emotionally numb as possible.

"Why do you keep saying that?" Peter asked, frustration mixing with confusion on his face.

"What do you mean? I know you like her, so I-" she began softly.

He shook his head to cut her off, "no. Not that. Why do you keep saying I am stuck with you?"

She shrugged, "I wasn't the plan, MJ was. You were forced to sit with me, it's as simple as that".

Peter sighed, running his hand up his forehead and through his hair, "it's really not that simple".

'It's fine Peter" y/n lied, "I just need to know what to tell Brad".

"Y/n, just-" he sighed, closing his eyes briefly as he took a deep breath, "I am serious, it's not that simple. I don't feel stuck sitting with you. You can tell Brad no. I am enjoying sitting here and talking to you. I'm sorry I made it seem like I didn't".

She pondered his words for a moment before nodding, "If you're sure, I will tell him no. But I don't see how that'll help with the MJ thing".

Before he could respond she lied, "I won't take it personal if you chose to switch with Brad to sit with her instead. It's not like I could blame you".

"I am not choosing to switch" Peter told her, "besides, what do you mean you couldn't blame me?"

He watched closely as she composed her thoughts before speaking, his sixth sense on edge again, alerting him that something was wrong/concerning.

"I-" she let out a breathy laugh, "it doesn't matter".

"Yes it does" Peter argued.

As she went to shake her head, Peter added, "it does to me".

She tried to keep her facial features from betraying her sudden and unwaranted delight.

"You already know though Peter, so telling you would be redundant" she pointed out.

"Humor me" Peter requested, beyond confused.

"MJ is super fun, keeps things interesting, pretty, and is nice" y/n explained.

Peter nodded, "okay... right... Annnd?"

"And, that makes her the better choice" she told him, "therefore, as I said, I couldn't blame you for chosing to switch to be next to her".

Peter felt himself practically glare at the words she uttered, "Don't put yourself down like that."

"I'm not putting myself down Peter, I am merely stating my observations" y/n remarked.

He shook his head, lips still at an unnatural angle due to his disagreement, "not everything is as simple as you seem to think it is".

She laughed and shrugged, "believe me, I know".

Y/n was already over the conversation as she could no longer keep pushing him towards MJ, even if it was what she knew he wanted and would hopefully help her move on from her doomed crush on him.

Peter sighed as he leaned back into his seat, "seriously though, don't compare yourself to people, trust me it does no good".

Yn sighed and leaned back into her own seat, "we can agree on that"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"It is taking sooo long" Flash whined, resting his head on the window of their transport.

Y/n rolled her eyes and turned to make a joke with Peter only to remember he'd sat with MJ when they swtiched from the plane to their shuttle.

She sighed and looked back to them, watching jealously as Peter smiled and laughed at something MJ said.

As she turned around to face the front again, she saw Ned smirking at Peter in encouragement.

Biting her lip, y/n focused on the side-view mirror of the vehicle to the left and slightly head of their's.

She tried to get her brain to focus on the cute dog the mirror allowed her to see, but it kept going back to MJ and Peter.

Stubbornly, she gripped the seat beneath her as she stared firmly at the mirror, desperate for some distraction.

It wasn't long until she got what she wanted.

Well, sort of.

Before she could react and stop it, the side-view mirror broke off the car and flew towards their shuttle.

Luckily, she was able to get her telekenisis back in regulation and moved the broken car part downwards and slowed its pace.

Everyone gasped as the mirror hit the side of their shuttle, just below the windows.

Y/n felt her breath hitch as she waited to see if anyone made the connection.

But how could they?

No one knew she had powers, much less that those powers could be manipluated by her emotions; such as her jealousy towards MJ and Peter.

When the shuttle driver kept going and new landmarks started to appear, her classmates resumed their previously abandoned activities.

Y/n leaned back against her seat and let her held breath out.

"That was pretty scary huh?" Brad asked, suddenly seated next to her.

She bit her lip and nodded, feeling guilty for having put them at risk over her emotions.

"Guess that means the rest of the trip can only improve huh?" Brad winked, resting his arm on the seat around her.

Y/n was tempted to make it clear to him, yet again, that she was not interested.

However, at least this was a distraction and she could use it to keep everyone safe from her abilities until she could distance herself from Peter and MJ.

"Then maybe some food after" MJ said, laughing as she waved her hand in front of Peter's face.

Peter blushed and snapped his head back to the girl next to him, "I'm sorry, what?"

MJ rolled her eyes, "you were staring at y/n again".

"I-No, I was not- I" Peter mumbled.

Laughing, MJ joked "Oh, must've been Brad you were staring at then".

Peter grimaced at the mention of the guy next to y/n, "No"

MJ shook her head as she laughed again.

Was she right?

Was he really staring over there?

Sure, he was looking her way when whatever it was hit their shuttle.

And, sure, he was still looking at her when Brad joined her and began getting comfortable next to her.

And sure, even as MJ resumed answering the question he asked before, he was lookimg at her.

To be honest, even as he asked MJ the question, he was watching how Y/n was glancing around the vehicle; secereyly hoping to catch her looking his way.

Peter mentally groaned, he really thought he could just keep this simple and choose MJ but things are not that easy it seems.

"Sorry, I just feel bad for abandoning her after the flight" Peter mumbled.

It was true, he did feel bad even as he made the choice he thought was appropriate to proceed with his plans.

Yet, it wasn't the real reason he kept watching her.

Nor was it the reason he was still watching her, now glaring at the back of Brad's head as he noticed hpw his arm was around her seat.

Peter tried to focus on MJ but found it harder than normal.

~~~~~~~~~~

“One sec” Peter said, taking a photo of Yn in the main square, the architecture behind her.

“Thanks Peter!” She smiled talking her phone back

He nodded “of course… you.. look… I think the photo turned out great”.

Y/n bit the inside of her cheek at what it sounded like he was going to say.

Holding her composure, she blushed and thanked him.

“When’s the next step in your plan?” she asked to remind herself he wasn’t hers and his interest was MJ.

“Oh I umm I kinda scratched that plan I think” Peter mumbled.

“Really why?” Y/n wondered.

“Like I said on the plane things aren’t as simple as they seem” Peter admitted.

With a raised eyebrow, y/n hummed “well.., then whatcha up to?”

“Just thought I’d sightsee” he lie, having walked around distracted hoping to clear his head.

As they walked silently, suddenly there was a massive wave in the canal making everyone panic.

Peter snapped to face Yn and get her away from whatever it was, but she was no longer at his side.

He panicked and looked back at the water before quickly glancing around the surrounding docks.

His search paused as he noticed Ned and Betty were in a canoe in the canal and were understandably terrified.

While Peter racked his brain for a solution, ideally one that wouldn’t expose his secret identity, he watched their canoe move.

But it wasn’t the direction in which it moved that struck him as odd.

To be fair, the whole incident was odd, but the canoe was moving sideways.

Yet, the insane ripple of water that was causing the chaos it was wasn’t even near the canoe.

Peter glanced up and saw Yn standing under this ledge, slightly hidden from the public.

Squinting, he watched as her fingers on her right hand curled towards her palm, the canoe moving in the same direction.

Peter wasn’t sure if he wanted to gasp or smirk.

He knew something about her was different, but he hadn’t expected this.

When Ned and Betty reached the side of the canal, Yn rushed forward to help them out.

Just as the couple stepped onto the cobblestone, another surge of the water began.

Peter’s eyes widened as it neared y/n.

“Ned, get y/n, MJ, Betty, and everyone back to the hotel” Peter shouted over the chaos.

Y/n felt a flutter in her chest over the simple fact he said her name first, not that it meant anything to him.

Ned complied and started trying to herd the girls and a few other classmates who were still in the area away.

Y/n wanted to help more, but she had no idea what was happening or how to fight it.

So she reluctantly went with Ned, occasionally looking over her shoulder at the scene.

One time when she glanced back, she noticed Peter had disappeared; causing her to panic.

What if the water thing got him?

She was pleased Ned’s focus was now on Betty, and used it to her advantage as she slowed her pace until she was far enough behind to slip away.

Y/n slid behind a wall and looked around before running to where she last saw Peter.

Before she could reach the destination, she saw him.

Except this time, he had webs shooting from his hands and was pulling on two heavy structures with minimal difficulty.

She shook her head, of course he was Spider-Man, it all made sense now.

Her focus snapped back to the scene and she tucked herself around the corner where he wouldn’t be able to see.

Y/n instinctively used her telekinesis to push the buildings back in the direction Peter was trying to pull them.

Satisfied, she began walking closer, only to be stopped by Ned a few seconds later.

“There you are, come on are you crazy? The water is attacking us and you just run off?!” Ned complained.

“Sorry I got scared” she said, a half-truth.

Ned sighed and nodded, “let’s go”.

“What about Peter” y/n asked.

“He should already be back, now come on” he said, covering for Peter.

She always sensed something was off with Ned whenever Peter had something suddenly come up.

Buy, now that she knew why, it was even more clear.

Nonetheless, she couldn’t state this or stay without exposing him and potentially herself, plus most of the chaos died down so she went with Ned.

Y/n smiled softly as MJ sat beside her, wraping her arm around her friend, "glad to see you're okay MJ"

"You too, although I lost track of you there for a little" MJ commented.

Bting her lower lip y/n shrugged, "it was pretty hectic, I got a bit distracted".

"At least its over now" MJ muttered, giving her a small smile.

"He's alright. He's no Spider-Man." Flash remarked about the unknown superhero that was at the canals today.

MJ laughed mockingly and shook her head over Flash once again fanboying over Spider-Man, "What is it with you and Spider-Man?"

"What? He's just awesome, okay? He protects the neighborhood and y'know he's inspiring. He inspires me to be a better man" Flash rambled on.

MJ rolled her eyes and leaned back against the steps as Y/n removed her arm grom her shoulder and adjusted her hairtie to distract her from worrying over Peter.

Fortunately, y/n soon felt a change in the atmosphere and turned her head around the stair banister just as Peter walked in.

Flash saw him at the same time, commenting, "'Sup, dickwad? Thought you drowned",

Brad smirked at the dig and MJ rolled her eyes again as y/n just scanned him for injuries.

Peter ignored Flash and looked over y/n and MJ.

"So how much of that did you see?" Peter asked, eyes landing on y/n.

Before she could respond, MJ cut in, "Not much. I was running".

Peter's eyes snapped to her and then back to y/n briefly before looking at MJ again, "Right. Me too. I was also running... away."

Y/n bit her lip as she wanted nothing more than to melt to the floor and slide away from them and their conversation.

"So Paris tomorrow. Go to the Eiffel Tower. Should be great, it's on your bucket list right?" Peter commented, bringing her attention back to the group.

Y/n smiled gratefully at him and nodded.

But once again, just as she was about to respond, MJ interrupted "I read it was secretly built as a mind-control antenna to create an army of the insane."

Y/n felt herself deflate and forced herself to look away from their conversation, making eye contact with the only other person seemingly noticing this parituclar side conversation, Brad.

"Oh" is all Peter said, and unbeknownst to y/n, his eyes are focused on her.

Had she not been using all her might to ignore the situation around her, her powers would have allowed her to realize what was truly happening.

But she was too disappointed and hurt to not completely shut out the conversation and his presence.

However, the wink Brad sends her way makes her even more frustrated.

Why couldn't Brad go for MJ and Peter be interested in her?

Sighing, she turned her focus back to her positiion between two of her best friends as she tried to find a way to politely excuse herself.

"Which is why it's my favorite destination on the whole trip" MJ flirts with a smug smile over at Peter.

At that, y/n no longer looked for a polite way to get out of it, she had to flee immediately as she felt her hands warm as her power ebbed with her emotions.

"Y/n?" Peter called after her as she suddenly stood and started up the stairs.

See series masterlist link for next part(s)

SERIES MASTERLIST/NAVIGATION

PETER PARKER MASTERLIST/NAVIGATION

TOM HOLLAND MASTERLIST/NAVIGATION (INCLUDING CHARACTERS)

MY MAIN MASTERLIST/NAVIGATION (ALL MY WORKS)

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