#tasm 22

[psychedelic-ink]

this month I was drowned in a ridiculous amount of smut and I loved every little bit of it, it's official now october is my favorite month ❤️‍🔥

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categories include: pedro pascal characters (all of them), marvel (peter parker, moon knight), other (the sandman, house of dragon, chris evans character etc.)

as always don't forget to check the warnings before reading!

click here for last months fic recommendations

PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS

@jazzelsaur 's kinktober masterlist

snakes and ladder by @beskarberry (oberyn martell)

@radiowallet 's kinktober masterlist (marcus moreno)

unbridled by @/beskarberry (pero tovar)

icing on the cake by @/beskarberry (pero tovar)

@absurdthirst 's kinktober masterlist

@ezrasbirdie 's kinktober masterlist

howdy, pumpkin by @magpie-to-the-morning & @/radiowallet (jack daniels)

what if by @lowlights (frankie morales)

the warrior and the witch by @pedrito-friskito (pero tovar)

fire and whiskey by @/pedrito-friskito (joel miller)

a stolen moment by @/pedrito-friskito (frankie morales)

care for you by @/lowlights (max lord)

hands to myself by @queenofthefaceless (din djarin)

untitled by @radiowallet (frankie morales)

homestead by @jazzelsaur (ezra)

no sense by @something-tofightfor (oberyn martell)

break by @whataperfectwasteoftime (marcus pike)

the plan by @prolix-yuy (dieter bravo)

rekindled by @queenofthefaceless (javier p)

@foli-vora 's kinktober masterlist

two out of three by @pedrito-friskito (dieter bravo)

@whataperfectwasteoftime 's kinktober masterlist

@pedropascalsx 's kinktober masterlist

like a moth to the flame by @the-scandalorian (din djarin)

MARVEL

honey eyed by @ozarkthedog (layla el faouly)

untitled by @fluffyprettykitty (yelena belova)

@astroboots 's kinktober masterlist (moonknight)

mounted by @fluffyprettykitty (valkyrie)

untitled by @peterthepark (tasm!peter parker)

OSCAR ISAAC CHARACTERS

back to you by @pedrito-friskito (santiago garcia)

@laters-gators kinktober masterlist

OTHER

@stranger-nightmare 's kinktober masterlist

@inklore 's kinktober masterlist

somewhere in the belly of the beast by @ozarkthedog (llyod hansen)

you picked a dance with the devil by @clints-lucky-arrow (corinthian)

#.sil's monthly fic recs #october fic recs #kinktober 2022 #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfiction #din djarin x reader #frankie morales x reader #oscar isaac characters #kinktober '22 #marvel x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader

[fr3akho3]

Tasm! Peter Parker Kinktober 2023 Prompt list

Authors note: This will be my first active kinktober even though I’ve been writing for years !! And I’m doing it even if it kills me. Also, all fics will have teasers the day before they come out and fics will be linked to their corresponding days on here !!🧶🍂🌰🦇⚰️

Disclaimer: NSFW! 17+ only please! Smut + angst + fluff

Day 1. Tied up

Day 2. Jealous sex

Day 3. Mirror sex

Day 4. Car sex

Day 5. Window sex

Day 6. Edging

Day 7. Overstimulation

Day 8. Strip tease

Day 9. Oral

Day 10. Begging

Day 11. Marking

Day 12. Nipple play

Day 13. Public (haunted house)

Day 14. Sex pollen

Day 15. Photography (wink wink)

Day 16. Face sitting

Day 17. Shower sex + aftercare

Day 18. Skinny dipping

Day 19. Fingering

Day 20. Jack off (caught)

Day 21. Ripped stockings

Day 22. Biting

Day 23. Smoking/high sex

Day 24. All things tiddies

Day 25. Loss of virginity

Day 26. On a non bed surface

Day 27. Public + fingering (library)

Day 28. Voyeurismus

Day 29. Caught!

Day 30. Hair pulling

Day 31. Special surprise

(Comment if you wanna be added to tag-list, I will be adding teasers the day before the fic gets posted,and feedback if very appreciated harsh or not 🫶🏽🫶🏽)

#tasm #the amazing spider man #peter parker #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter fluff #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm!peter fanfiction #tasm!peter smut #tasm!peter one shot #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter x y/n #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter imagine #no use of y/n #use of y/n #wattpad #ao3fic #ao3 stuff #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #halloween #fanfic #mcu x reader #mcu peter x reader #gwen stacy #harry osborn x reader

[barbiedragon]

Kinktober Prompt #22

Prompt: Bondage

TASM!Peter Parker x fem!reader (TASM)

WC: 500

Additional Tags: web bondage

*comments/reblogs are appreciated

Kinktober Masterlist

You finished folding the laundry, placing it neatly in the basket before trudging the five flights back to the apartment. Peter sat hunched over the small living room coffee table while studying something on his laptop. He glanced up when you came in, and you watched his eyes widen.

“I…you wore that to do laundry?” he asked, adjusting the glasses on his face. He didn’t really need them anymore, but he looked damn good in them. He was just too adorable at times.

“Yep, it’s laundry day, so I was down to almost nothing. Besides, it’s early, no one else saw me,” you said. You wore an oversized yellow T-shirt with Woodstock on the front.  It hit you about mid-thigh, and you had a pair of pink cotton shorts underneath. However, if one only took a quick glance, you would appear as if you weren’t wearing anything under it.

“Oh…um, well, I made a fresh pot of coffee!” he replied, his eyes still glued to you.

“You’re the best, Peter!” you giggled, placing the laundry basket down before skipping into the kitchen.

You poured the coffee into your favorite mug before adding a little cream and sugar, then savored the first sip. Nothing hit quite like it. Your hips pressed against the counter; eyes half closed as you enjoyed the warm cup of coffee. A few moments later, you felt Peter’s hands on your hips as he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck. His large hands slowly inched the shirt up to your belly.

“Peter,” you whispered, placing the mug down before planting your palms on the counter.

“You know I can’t resist you like this,” he whispered, warm hands stroking your lower stomach before he spun you around.

Heat pooled in your belly as you nipped his lower lip.  “Will you use the webs?” you whispered into his ear.

“I can if that’s what you want.”

“Please do.”

He tugged the shirt over your head, then peeled the shorts down your legs. He took a moment to squeeze and nip at your soft, exposed skin.

“Hands above your head,” he instructed.

You obeyed, crossing your wrists while you nibbled on your lower lip. He aimed, pressing his palm while you watched as the opaque webbing shot out from the cuff to secure your wrists in place against the cabinet. Peter’s cheeks were flushed pink.

“You look so pretty like that,” he murmured, quickly stripping before pressing closer to you.

He lifted you, guiding your legs around his waist as the tip of his cock dragged over your slick folds. A simple thrust, and he was buried inside of you. One hand cupped your chin, making you look into his eyes while his other arm wrapped around your back.

“Peter,” you moaned, the walls of your cunt fluttering around him. Your fingers flexed, brushing over the sticky webbing while he fucked you in the small kitchen as bright butter-yellow beams of sunlight streamed in through the window.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter x you #peter parker x fem!reader #tasm peter parker x fem!reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

[bitchyycapricorn]

🎃Ali’s Kinktober 23’ Masterlist🎃

Masterlist

Kinktober Info!

Character’s and kinks can repeat!

Art Dealer: @spooky-ghost0o0 (follow this spooky boi his art is so cute!)

AN: Unfortunately I am no longer active on this account and won’t be completing the prompts <\3 I am so sorry to anyone waiting, I appreciate all your support and love you all so very much <3

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Kinkshot 1: Peter Parker + Praise

Kinkshot 2: Sub!TASM Peter Parker + Overstimulation

Kinkshot 3: Harry Potter + Soft!Dom

Kinkshot 4: Theodore Nott + Ice Play

Kinkshot 5: Mattheo Riddle + degrading & Slapping

Kinkshot 6: Theodore Nott + Praise

Kinkshot 7: Tobey!Peter Parker + Bodyworship & Overstim

Kinkshot 8: Mattheo Riddle + Breath play

Kinkshot 9: Professor!Remus + NonCon & Age gap

Kinkshot 10: Sirius Black + Lingerie

Kinkshot 11: Narcissa Malfoy + Surprise Kink(s)

Kinkshot 12: Theodore Nott & Mattheo Riddle + Heavy Degradation & Dumbifcation & Dubcon

Kinkshot 13: Remus Lupin + Bondage & Praise

Kinkshot 14: Draco Malfoy + somnophilia & praise

Kinkshot 15: Mattheo Riddle + Bodyworship & Public Sex

Kinkshot 16: Theodore Nott + somnophilia

Kinkshot 17: Remus Lupin + Praise & Mirror

Kinkshot 18: Draco Malfoy + Dumbification & Degradation

Kinkshot 19: Theodore Nott + Mutual Masterbation

Kinkshot 20: James Potter + Innocence

Kinkshot 21: Tom Riddle + Choking

Kinkshot 22: Harry Potter & Draco Malfoy + threesome

Kinkshot 23: Mattheo Riddle + dubcon & public sex

Kinkshot 24: Draco Malfoy + Sub/soft!dom & public sex

Kinkshot 25: Tom Riddle + breeding

#tasm peter parker smut #Peter Parker smut #Harry Potter smut #draco malfoy smut #Remus lupin smut #sirius black smut #regulus black smut #theodore nott smut #mattheo riddle smut #Tom riddle smut #Harry Potter x reader #Remus lupin x reader #Draco Malfoy x reader #Mattheo riddle x reader #Theodore Nott x reader #kinktober #smut shot

[frost-queen]

Claiming what is mine again (Reader x Peter Parker) TASM

Requested by: anon, Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex–awesome–22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco,   @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine

Summary: You are an intern at Oscorp where you somehow surprisingly catches Peter. Your ex, due to an argument over Gwen things ended. In the elevator there is an awkward tension between you two. When a small confession has been made, it brings you back together.

You took a deep breath, waiting for the elevator to get on the right level. In the elevator was a mechanic as well. He tapped his finger against the toolbox he was holding, watching the numbers go up. The elevator reached its level, announcing it with a loud ding. You moved further back, noticing the man had come to the front. The doors swished open. He tapped his working hat, saying goodbye. You smiled politely back, watching him step out.

There was no one waiting for the elevator, so you decided to speed up the process and close the door. Pushing the button as it set them in motion. Setting your nameplate right, you took another deep breath. The elevator went further up. You stroke your lab coat to remove any wrinkles when you were close to the level you needed to be on. Ding.

The doors swished open as you got out. Two ladies passing you as they entered the elevator. You went straight on, passing by other scientist at Oscorp. Moving into the open space, you lifted your head up with a nod, noticing one of your partners wave at you. You quickly made your way over to her. – “Good to see you Y/n. Do you have the report?” – she asked, pushing her glasses further up her nose.

“Good to see you as well Rose.” – you answered, laying the file you had been carrying around on her desk. – “Straight from the boss himself.” – you said tapping the file with your fingers. Rose smiled taking it from under your hand. She sniffed it making you chuckle loud. – “It smells like excellence.” – Rose stated, hugging the file.

You placed your hand down on her shoulder. – “I am glad this report gives you much comfort Rose.” – you answered. Rose placed the file down. – “Of course.” – she turned more towards you; hand pressed on her desk. – “It is the very essence of our work. If I lack the data and numbers, we will get nowhere. Reports are the base of any good scientific discovery.” – she explained so passionate.

Smiling at her, she opened the file, reading through it rapidly. Absorbing as much information as she could. Pulling a stool back, you went to sit down on it. – “If there is anything uncertain, let me know so I can communicate it to our boss.” – you told her. She quirked her eyebrow up. – “I don’t know how you do it. Working for mr. Osborn so closely. I’ve heard he can be a difficult man.” – she told you.

You hummed softly. – “Under stress he can be, but Harry is not difficult to work with.” – you answered. Her eyes widening with twinkles. The way she stared at you, weirding you a bit out. – “What?” – you asked. She came rubbing her shoulder against yours. – “You called him by his first name. Sounds special to me. Is something blossoming between you two?”

You laughed loud. – “Me and Harry?” – laughing once more. – “No, nothing happening. I simply get to call him by his first name since we work so closely besides…” – you continued, attention drifting away to the people in front of you. It appeared they were giving another tour of the lab. – “Besides…” – you repeated trying to remember where you were going with your sentence. – “Besides?” – Rose said after not receiving more intel from you.

Eyes suddenly widening as you spotted a familiar face through the tour guests. Heart beating just a little bit faster at old memories. – “What is he doing here?” – you blurted out. – “Who?” – Rose questioned, getting on the tips of her toes to look around. You did not expect at all to see Peter Parker walk among the guests. Reminded clearly of the history you had with him.

He still hadn’t spotted you and that was good. Till. Gasping loud, you ducked down. – “Y/n? What are you doing?” – Rose asked, lowering herself to look under her desk for you. – “He saw me.” – you whispered out in a panic. – “Who?” – Rose asked confused. – “Peter.” – you told her. Rose gasped loud. – “You mean Peter as in Peter Parker your ex Peter Parker?”

“Yes!” – you groaned out. Rose looked back up, smirking. – “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind then that he is coming over.” – she said. – “What?” – you called out, bumping your head against the desk from being too startled. Rose waved flirtatious at him, luring him over. – “Rose, no!” – you shout-whispered not wanting to be discovered. – “Hi.” – you heard Peter’s voice nearby, making you panic. – “Is Y/n here? I saw her dive down.” – he told Rose. You couldn’t take it anymore, taking a run for it.

You moved from under the desk, running away towards the elevators. – “There she is.” – Rose laughed out, pointing in your direction. Peter saluted her, going in pursuit. You were desperately pressing the button for the elevator to come down and open. – “Y/n wait!” – you heard from behind. Attacking the button, you nearly broke it from being too desperate. The doors opened, two men getting out. You squeezed yourself through them, jumping into the elevator. Turning around you saw Peter move closer, calling for your attention.

Face contracted with panic; you started molesting the close button. Begging for them to close before he could reach it. The doors started to close, making you exhale loud. Body falling against the back as the tension faded out. Inhaling sharply through your nose, you couldn’t believe Peter jumped in between the doors closing just in time. You tried to head for the panel to open the doors once more, but he was standing clear in the way.

The elevator moved, making you nearly stumble to the ground. No escape now. You moved to the side, avoiding him. Peter came standing beside you, taking a deep breath. He tugged his hands in his pocket, looking up to the ceiling. This was awkward. This was so awkward. Swallowing nervously, it felt weird being in his presence. You noticed him glancing your way, making him immediately look away.

Peter cleared his throat awkwardly as the tension was too embarrassing. He focused on the numbers going down. Taking a deep breath, he decided to cut through the silence. – “I…I’ve missed you, Y/n.” – he told you, scratching the back of his head nervously. He quickly looked away, too bashful to look at you. You swallowed, thinking back of the stupid arguments you had with him about Gwen.

“I’ve missed you too Peter.” – you answered, pushing back the memories. That was all in the past now. The present was right in front of you at this very moment. Peter smiled softly, taking his hand out of his pocket. He subtilty moved closer to you. Your eyes widened briefly when he took your hand in his. You didn’t even protest once. Both watching the numbers of floors go down till you were close to zero.

Peter took a deep breath as the elevator reached level zero. Ding. He turned round, holding your cheeks, pressing his lips on yours. The doors opened, making those who were waiting to enter, stumble back in surprise. Peter smiled against your lips once you had kissed him back. The doors slowly closing once more.

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[hauntedwitch04]

Becky’s Halloween party!

Welcome to my Halloween party! I really love this feast, and I wanted to celebrate it with you all. I know that I’m already late, but here I am. I took some prompts from the internet, hope you like it. I’ll try to post everyday, but I can’t assure anything, I'm so sorry.

With love, your Becky,💫

DAY 1: “You can’t go out with such a thin jacket in October, you gonna get a cold!” with Steve Harrington

DAY 2:  “I love this song. It totally gives me Halloween vibes.” with Timothee Chamalet

DAY 3: "If you keep eating so many sweets you will get cavities." "I eat you out practically every day and my teeth are practically perfect." with Sirius Black 

DAY 4: “You know darling, it’s dangerous to walk around after midnight.” with Azriel

DAY 5: “You are scared of a crow?” “It’s a fucking crow in the middle of the night in October, obviously I’m scared.” with Eddie Munson

DAY 6: "You know, honey, as much as it costs me to admit it, your pumpkin is much more beautiful than mine." "Of course, I am the queen of pumpkins." with Steve Harrington (x Henderson!Reader) 

DAY 7: "You saw the ghost, too." "Love...it was a fucking bedsheet." with tasm!Peter Parker. 

DAY 8: "Did you buy a fucking cauldron?" "All witches need their cauldron to make potions, you dummy." with Ben Barnes 

DAY 9: "If you keep singing the Nightmare Before Christsmas songs, I think I won't make it to Halloween in one piece." "But at least you'll know them all by the time we see it on Halloween night." "Tell me we're playing trick-or-treating, because this is a fucking treat." with Andrew Garfield 

DAY 10: "Trick or Treat." "I choose treat, but I know something sweeter than this candy." "And what would that be?" "You." with Remus Lupin

DAY 11:  "You are the cutest ghost I have ever seen." with Dad!Steve Harrington x daughter x Mom! Reader

DAY 12:  "Feel lucky that I share my treats with you." "I left all the chocolate to you." "That's why I love you." with Remus Lupin 

DAY 13: "Why do we have to choose a pumpkin, we already have X that it is an empty head." with Azriel 

DAY 14: "I love spending my days with you in front of the fire and u good horror book in my hands, because I finally feel at home." with Regulus Black 

DAY 15: "Remind me never to let you tell a scary story again, I will have nightmares for the next ten years." with Eddie Munson  (for my sister) 

DAY 16: "Strange as it may seem, I love walking through cemeteries at night. Everything is so scary, gloomy, and finally you feel really alive." "Love, I think it's time to stop reading Edgar Allan Poe." with Regulus Black 

DAY 17: "What was that sound?!" "You stepped on a twig." "Why are there twigs on the ground!?" "Why are we in a freaking forest!" with Sirius Black 

DAY 18: "I love reading during the rain, but you know what I love most? Reading during the rain with you in my arms, with your intoxicating scent of cinnamon and chocolate that smells like home." "Man! You give me diabetes." with Remus Lupin

DAY 19:  "God, I wish it was Halloween every day if I could see you in that dress. You're the sexiest witch I've ever seen." with Joe Keery 

DAY 20: "If you eat so many sweets, your stomach will hurt." "Oh come on, I'm not a child anymore." "Does your stomach hurt?" "Shut up before I punch you." with Rhysand 

DAY 21: "You won't be able to convince me to enter that abandoned house." "Okay." "What, you don't insist?" "No, because apparently you'd rather be alone in the surroundings of an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere." "Fuck you." with Loki 

DAY 22: "Would you like to watch Corpse Bride? I've already made hot chocolate and lit the fire." "Are you asking me to marry you?" "Why?" "Because it's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me." with tasm!Peter Parker 

DAY 23: "Tonight there is a full moon. Do you want to go watch it?" "No, sorry I can't tonight, I turn into a werewolf." "What?" "Stupid, of course I feel like going to see the moon with you." with Andrew Garfield

DAY 24: "Remind me never to let you drink at a party again, you looked possessed." "Well, at least I was in theme with the party since it was for Halloween." with Timothee Chamalet 

DAY 25: "Oh my God, did you see that beautiful cat!" "I wouldn't go too close, it's a black cat." "Really? Are you afraid of black cats? I didn't think you were so superstitious." "Well I have a witch in front of me, so I believe in everything now." with Steve Harrington 

DAY 26: "We could watch Sleepy Hollow." "I'm not going to watch another horror movie just because Johnny Deep is in it." "But have you seen how hot he is?"  with Ben Barnes 

DAY 27: "Why are you dressed as Dracula?" "Because it's my Halloween costume?" "I thought we decided to go as JD and Veronica!" "Well look at it from that point of view, they're both dead." "So will you be in a little while when I kill you." with Sirus Black 

DAY 28: "You got me candles!" "Cinnamon and lavender, your favorite."  with Remus Lupin 

DAY 29: "Wow, what is that on your neck? Oh my God it's a bite! Did a vampire bite you? Are you going to be like Dracula? Oh my God, oh my God that's cool." "No man another animal bit me: my girlfriend." with Steve Harrington 

DAY 30: "I will never again take a drink offered by you." "Why? Don't you like them?" "No honey, I love them, but I am more and more convinced that you are a witch and that you put love potions, because the love I feel for you is beyond imagination." with Azriel 

DAY 31: “I fucking love Halloween Party!” with the Marauders 

#becky's halloween party #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #regulus black x reader #marauders x reader #steve rogers x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #andrew garfield x reader #tasm!peter x reader #ben barnes x reader #sebastian stan x reader #chris evans x reader #timothée chalamet x reader #paul atreides x reader #bucky barnes x reader #tony stark x reader #steve rogers x you #loki x reader #rhysand x reader #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #nyx archeron x reader #joe keery x reader #anthony bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader

[blooming-violets]

Giving preschool teacher Peter Parker a massage, I know those kiddos use his long limbs as a human jungle gym

[from this prompt list] [feel free to request a prompt from the list]

[tasm!peter parker x reader]

Gray Hairs and Massages

"And then, for some unknown reason, Marcus stood up and started singing Jingle Bells at the top of his lungs while Allie attempted to do the worm around him. She hit her face off the floor and got a bloody nose. Meanwhile, Jessica and Kit have climbed to the top of the bookcase and are attempting to jump off, Kevin has Chubs the hamster in his pocket even after I told him not to touch the class pet, Max is spinning in circles so fast that he starts puking, Rowen is crying in the corner because he misses his mom, and the rest of the kids are sitting on the circle time rug looking at me like they've lost all hope in my abilities to run a classroom!"

Peter let out a loud, exaggerated sigh and flopped face first onto the bed after detailing his chaotic work day to you.

"I thought fighting crime was hard," he mumbled into the bunched up blankets under his face. "Preschool is worse than any bad guy I've ever come across."

You repressed a laugh for his own sanity and took a seat on the bed beside him, "At least it'll be good practice for when we have kids. If you can handle 22 children, I think you should be able to handle four with ease."

He peaked his eyes up from his blanket prison to give you a questioning look, "Four? You want four kids now? What happened to only two?"

You shot him a smile and gave an innocent shrug, "Hearing you talk about the chaos made me excited. I want to see you in action. Super dad, Peter Parker. It has a nice ring to it."

He groaned and hid his face back into the blankets, "I don't think I could even handle one. These children are crazed. They're taking over. They know I'm weak. They can smell my blood in the water and they're circling into attack mode. They're going to eat me alive. One day someone will check in on me and my half devoured body will be staring lifeless up at the ceiling while the children have gone completely feral as they feast on my flesh for snacktime. It's Lord of the Flies in there. My head has been pounding all evening."

You chucked at his over exaggeration of the situation and patted his back, "Such a drama queen. My day was lovely, thank you for asking. I got to sit in a quiet library and sort books."

He rolled over and flopped his head into your lap, staring up at you, "That sounds wonderful. Wanna trade?"

"You wish." You brushed your fingers through his thick hair. "Want me to give you a massage? I'll go grab some ibuprofen for your headache and massage away your troubles."

He responded with a pathetically sad whine, "Please. I'm dying."

You scooted out from under him to go grab a bottle of pain meds from the cabinet, along with a glass of water, and your cooling eye mask from the fridge. When you returned, Peter was laying in his boxers and had half unbuttoned his shirt before giving up. His arms were flopped onto the mattress and spread out to either side of him while he stared in a daze up at the ceiling.

"Help me," he croaked, his voice clearly strained from trying to speak over boisterous four year old's all day. "'m so tired. Can't even finish taking my shirt off. Just wanna be comfy..."

"Oh, honey, you poor thing," you chuckled under your breath. "Come here."

You placed his things on the bedside table and quickly made work of unbuttoning his shirt. He shrugged it off his shoulders, grabbing the pain relief next to him and chugging the entire glass of water with it. You helped fix the eye mask around his face and he rolled back onto his stomach.

You climbed up on top of him, straddling your legs on either side of his hips, and started to rub your hands over his bare shoulders. Peter let out a low groan of approval.

"Your hands are so cold," he mumbled.

"Aren't they always like that?" You replied, working your fingers into his large muscles with circular motions.

"Yeah but they feel nice now. You should quit your library job and work as a masseuse. Libraries are a dying breed."

You gasped in feigned outrage, "How dare you speak of my beloved library like that?"

He shrugged his tense shoulders, a tiny smile gracing his half hidden face, "Truth hurts, baby."

"Yeah, well, at least I know I'll never become a preschool teacher."

"Hey, don't mess with us teachers. We're hardcore."

You laughed, "Says the man who couldn't even take off his shirt tonight."

He gave a sly smile, "Maybe I wanted you to be the one to undress me? Maybe I knew exactly what I was doing?"

"Or maybe you were exhausted and lazy?" You patted his shoulder and rolled off him, sitting upright on the mattress. "Turn around and roll over. Put your head in my lap. I'll massage your head."

He did as he was told and settled nicely into your lap, a lingering smile on his lips. You gently took the eye mask off his face to have better access to him. You started with a gentle pressure, circling around his temples and working your way up his hairline to his forehead.

"Imma fall 'sleep," he mumbled.

"Go for it. You deserve the rest."

You continued to work on massaging his scalp, listening to his breathing get steadier and softer, when you looked down and quietly gasped at what you saw. As you ran your fingers through his thick hair, you noticed a patch of gray glinting under the dim light. The more you brushed through it, the more single strands of gray you saw. It wasn't immediately obvious unless you were up close and grooming him like you were doing but, there was no denying it, Peter was graying.

"Well, shit," you whispered under your breath.

Peter peaked a sleepy eye open and mumbled, "What? Don't tell me a kid gave me lice again."

"Not lice. Did you know that you're graying?" You couldn't hide the tinge of amusement in your voice.

His eyes snapped open, the sleep vanishing from his face, and he shot up right.

"What? I'm not going gray! Don't say that!" He gasped, putting a protective hand to his precious hair.

You laughed at his over the top reaction, "Sorry, Pete, but go look in the mirror."

He rolled off the bed and ran to the bathroom. You laid down to curl up in the warm spot his body heat had left on the bed and smiled when you heard his yelp of horror from the other room.

"No!" He yelled. "Those damn kids! This is their fault!" He shuffled back into the bedroom with a pout. "Am I old?"

You rolled your eyes, "You're 35, Peter."

"Is that old?" He sank to knees beside the bed in front of your face and looked up at you with pleading, but playful, eyes.

You nodded, taking on a serious tone, "Very. Oldest man alive."

"Oy vey," he stifled a laugh with his hand. "Might as well get me a cane and call me grandpa. Now that I think about it, my father grayed really early and so did Uncle Ben. At least they both still had a full head of hair. I'd rather be gray than bald. If I start to bald, I need you to put me out of my misery."

You scooted over to give him space to climb into bed with you, "Come on, old man. I promise if you go bald that I will make you a wig out of my own hair."

He rolled into bed beside you and snuggled his face next to yours so your noses were brushing against each other, "I have gray hair."

"I know," you whispered back. "That's so fucking hot."

"Really?"

You nodded, "Oh yeah. You're giving off serious daddy vibes right now." You gave him a sneaky smirk. "Is this old man too tired to please his wife tonight?"

His smile matched yours as you watched his eyes spark to life, "Wow, look at that, I suddenly feel fully rested. You're the perfect cure to a crazy day."

#tasm #tasm peter parker #tasm x reader #tasm peter x reader #tasm peter #tasm peter parker x reader #the amazing spiderman #andrew garfield #peter parker #peter parker x reader #tasm fic #touching prompts #gray hairs and massages #gray hairs and massages fic #blooming-violets #blooming violets fic #blooming violets

[zukiarise]

Kinktober Masterlist<3

Date:                 Prompt:                   Character/s

Day 1-            Humiliation             Eddie Munson

Day 2-                Spanking             Billy Hargrove

Day 3-        VideoTape                  Charlie Walker

Day 4-                Toys                      Hobie Brown

Day 5-           Hair Pulling        Steve Harrington

Day 6-                Choking                       Rooster

Day 7- Threesome   Billy Loomis w/ Stu

Day 8-     Bondage               TASM!Peter Parker

Day 9-      Daddy Kink               Rooster

Day 10-        Knife Play                     Stu Macher

Day 11-           Aftercare        Steve Harrington

Day 12-               Overstimulation          Rooster

Day 13-       Jealousy                 Steve Harington

Day 14-     Degradation              Billy Hargrove

Day 15-    Corruption Kink                Billy Loomis

Day 16-                Somnophilia       Hobie Brown

Day 17-              Praise       TASM!Peter Parker

Day 18-     Orgasm Denial            Ethan Landry

Day 19-         Cock Warming   Charlie Walker

Day 20-        Vanilla                  Steve Harington

Day 21-    Size Difference          Miguel O’Hara Day 22-        Mirror                                Rooster

Day 23-        Thigh Riding           Charlie Walker

Day 24-        Breeding            Billy Loomis

Day 25-        Pollen              TASM!Peter Parker

Day 26-        Voyeurism            Miguel O’Hara

Day 27-        Exhibitionism           Hobie Brown

Day 28-        Overstimulation     Billy Hargrove

Day 29-        Eating Out                 Rooster

Day 30-        Public Sex            Ethan Landry

Day 31- Handjob Charlie Walker

#stranger things smut #x reader #zukiarise #slasher fucker #miguel smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #steve stranger things #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #tasm!spiderman smut #tasm!peter smut #rooster smut #rooster x reader #bradley bradsaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #hobie brown #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x reader #billy smut #billy loomis smut #billy loomis x reader #charli walker smut #charlie walker smut #charlie walker x reader smut #billy x stu x reader #stu macher smut #stu macher x reader

[igotanidea]

christmas bingo masterlist

day 1 : mulled wine (Jason Todd x reader)

day 2 : christmas party (Aaron Hotchner x reader)

day 3: christmas market (TASM!Peter x reader)

day 4: lights (Matt Murdock x reader)

day 5: nutcracker (Dick Grayson x reader)

day 6 : decorating (Nikolai Lantsov x reader)

day 7 : snow fight (Matt Murdock x reader)

day 8 : dressing up (Nikolai Lantsov x reader)

day 9 : snow (Nikolai Lantsov x reader)

day 10: scarf (Dick Grayson x reader)

day 11 : reindeer (Nikolai Lantsov x reader)

day 12 : gifts (Dick Grayson x reader)

day 13 : elf (Dick Grayson x reader)

day 14: cold weather (Aaron Hotchner x reader)

day 15 : mistletoe (Jason Todd x reader)

day 16: Scrooge (Jason Todd x reader)

day 17 : gift shopping (Morpheus x reader)

day 18 : cookies (Jason Todd x reader)

day 19 : ice skating (Nikolai Lantsov x reader high school AU)

day 20: snow (Jason Todd x reader)

day 21: blanket (Nikolai Lantsov x reader)

day 22: movies (Jason Todd x reader)

day 23 : midnight kiss (Damian Wayne x reader)

day 24 : christmas market (Jason Todd x reader)

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

#christmas #christmas bingo #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #nikolai lanstov x reader #matt murdock x reader

[dailyreverie]

Flufftober 2023

Hello everyone! I'm so excited to announce that this year I'll be part of @flufftober 2023 🎃 So get ready for a month full of soft feels.

Though I have already some characters in mind for some of the prompts, feel free to request one if you feel like it! And keep an eye out for the surveys on my blog to vote for some of them too 👻!

Characters:

Bucky Barnes

Poe Dameron

Santiago Garcia

Moon Knight system (Steven/Marc/Jake)

TASM!Peter Parker

Steve Harrington

NOTE: If a prompt has "+ CHARACTER" next to it, it is because it is already taken.

Check out the prompts below the cut, and have a happy, spooky month!

1. “I’ve got you” + Bucky Barnes

2. Family, Friends, Loved Ones + Steve Harrington

3. “Wait you love me?” - “I always have” + Marc Spector

4. Cinderella Moment (the "ugly duckling" gets their moment to shine) + Poe Dameron

5. Wearing Each Other’s Clothes + Bucky Barnes

6. Corn Maze

7. Porch Swing + Santiago Garcia

8. Rainy Day + Steven Grant

9. Love at first sight + Poe Dameron

10. “You’ve told your parents?” + TASM!Peter Parker

11. Sweet Tooth + Jake Lockley

12. Fire & Ice + Bucky Barnes

13. Wrong (...) (think "wrong number", "wrong train", "wrong person"...) + Marc Spector

14. “I hate it” - “No, you don't” + Bucky Barnes

15. Emergency, Confession, Adventure + Steve Harrington

16. Singing one another to sleep + Santiago Garcia

17. Encouraging someone to achieve a goal + Poe Dameron

18. “Did you plan for this to happen?”

19. Keeping someone safe + Poe Dameron

20. Pumpkin + Marc Spector

21. Swoon

22. Picking (pumpkins) + Poe Dameron

23. Trinket + Steven Grant

24. [melting emoji] + Poe Dameron

25. Nook

26. Fireplace

27. Outdoor Event (think "hiking tour", "concert", "picnic"...)

28. Soothing Touch + TASM!Peter Parker

29. “Hey, wake up!”

30. Self-Worth / Self-Love + Marc Spector

31. Dreams Do Come True

#flufftober2023

[liz-allyn]

sugar and vice, pt. 22 [mob!tasm!peter x fem!oc]

summary: no amount of money ever bought a second of time.

words: 6.9k

chapter warning: soft smut, characters pretending to be mean and therefore breaking your heart

series warnings: mob-typical bang bang violence, hurt/comfort. smut. Spicy situations. spousal / domestic abuse. family trauma. verbal abuse. PTSD, psychotic breaks/episodes, drug use. coercion. manipulation. kidnapping. gore. blood. possessive!peter, protective!peter. toxic/yandere!peter (maybe, sorta), negative self talk, shameless forced proximity trope. ‘only ten one bed oops’ trope, imprisonment. slowest burn. a dash of questionable and/or morally grey intentions. extremely toxic relationships. having happiness ripped away from you.

This version of TASM Peter is not canon. The relationships and characters here are not healthy.

Don't date a mob boss.™️

18+ You’re responsible for your own media consumption, but if you weren't alive when Tobey Maguire was Spider-Man, maybe you should wait.

Part 22

A wise woman once told Peter that time was the key to the universe. She was so incredibly right.

Even so, Peter had a complicated relationship with time. He was always on the wrong side.

He had too much, or too little. He’d lose it. It would get away from him. It’d be just out of his reach, mocking him from the ivory tower of a future he would never have. 

The phrase ‘what if’ ticked away in his mind, like seconds on a clock. Like the broken hands of a clock face not too far from Roosevelt Island.

If he’d gone to bed an hour later, maybe he would’ve been awake enough to be able to save Ben and May from the gunfire.

If he’d gone into that convenience store a minute earlier or later, he would’ve never had the opportunity to try to be a hero.

If he had more time with Gwen…

If he had given her more of his time…

Time was the key to everything.

For someone who could crawl up walls and bend steel in his bare hands, he was rather powerless. What’s super about any of those party tricks compared to the power to control time? His estrangement with time left him weak and weary—no more than a street magician with cards up his sleeve.

But the night his Honey gave herself to him—for the first time in a long time—Peter felt superhuman.

He took his time with her. Washing the grime from her hair. Relishing her touch as she reached up to wash his back, and again as she ran gentle fingertips over his mending ribs. Long after their skin pruned, he held her beneath the roar of the shower, right next to his heart. 

Peter would’ve let the oceans run dry if it gave them more time to just be.

When they emerged, the sun was setting.

He counted heartbeats and freckles and dimples and breaths as they searched one another for injury. Patiently, they tended to each other’s wounds, but he didn’t waste too much time with his temporary discomfort. 

He’d live. In fact, he’d had worse. His natural healing abilities would take over eventually.

Until then, he could take his mind off his pain. And he was determined to do the same for her.

Peter focused his energy on stretching out each moment into an eternity, although that was hardly enough time to worship her how he wanted. He knew her so well already—or at least he thought he did— up until he noticed how her lower lip would twitch and fall agape as she reached orgasm. 

This discovery intrigued him. More research was needed. 

There were things about her body that only experimentation and practice could teach him, and the thought of unlocking more of her mysteries drove him wild. 

He wanted to study her. To become an expert in what made her gasp and quiver. A master of her body and heart, even as he became a willing slave to both. 

He wanted all of her, just as he’d said. 

To know her, wholly. 

Pleasure and pain. Joy and sorrow.

With a tender touch, Peter studied the scars of her past, stamped on her flesh like letters inked by a typewriter. He read each line, over and over, now committing to memory what he’d managed to miss because before he’d been in a hurry. Such a fool.

He followed the path of every bead of her sweat that served to punctuate the ecstasy of the present. Her soft sighs soothed him—crisp-sounding, like turning of pages in a book.

He should’ve taken his time to read her before, to really see her.

He wouldn’t repeat the mistake.

And so, ever the good student, he took his time. 

He wanted to know her by heart. He’d turned his bed into a seminary, where soon he’d be able to recite her like passages from a Bible.

Devotion like that takes time.

‘All a man has is time,’ Uncle Ben would say, ‘and what he chooses to do with it.’

Peter wasn’t going to waste a moment of it.

A thin sheen of cooled sweat coated his nude form as he stood at the foot of his bed. In reverent silence, he regarded the delicate woman softly dozing in his sheets. His gaze was content as he took in the peacefulness on her face. Her lashes hung heavy on her round cheeks, and her chest rose and fell in a steady pattern. 

She was curled up, snuggled with her face in the pillow as she clutched the bedsheet around her like a teddy bear. The eerie glow of dusk illuminated the curves not concealed by the sheet. Hidden paths up her thighs lured his gaze, barely obscured by the Egyptian cotton threads of the bedding. Her tiny fingers cuddled the edges of the fabric. It had turned into a chaste vestal robe which concealed places his mouth had explored an hour ago.

Even in her sleep, she was saintly and seductive. It was endearing as much as it was enticing.

His soft gaze continued down the path of her body. The rest of him hardened. 

“I can feel you, you know,” she murmured against the pillow. “Creeping on me.”

The tips of his ears went red, eyes widening like a cartoon robber frozen in a giant spotlight clutching a money bag in his hand. She snorted with amusement as she peeked at him over the covers. 

“You’re supposed to be asleep,” Peter chuckled in response, blushing.

“I’m not sleepy,” she lied. “Just resting my eyes.”

Both were exhausted. 

If they went at it again, it would count as Round 3 for him, and Round 5 for her. Maybe even 6. His regenerative abilities blessed him with seemingly endless stamina, but it was no match for the kind of day they’d had. 

The onslaught of damage, both physical and emotional, wore them down. Their activities wouldn’t have been possible if not for a mind-numbing wave of adrenaline-fueled lust that seized them. They were driven by the desperate need for compassion and comfort.

And yet, there he was: a caveman leering down at her with a boner. 

She twisted around, studying him with sparkling eyes. She reached out her hands in his direction, making grabby claws with her fingers. “M’not even tired. Lemme show you.” He snickered, watching her fight off a yawn that suggested the opposite.

Carefully, he crawled up from the foot of his bed to her side, pulling the sheets back to position himself behind her. He pulled her close until her back was up against his chest, skin-to-skin.

“Noooo,” she whined softly. “Gimme you.”

Peter couldn’t hold back his grin, although he shook his head. “You have me. What you need is some rest.”

“You’re the one who's ogling me in my sleep with a hard-on. Like a weirdo.”

His smile glowed in the darkness. “Can’t help it, Honey.” He leaned down over her shoulder, his warm breath tickling her ear. “Everything you do makes me hard.” He followed the statement with the evidence lined up against her lower back. His hands roved over her hips, greedily gripping the flesh at the top of her thighs. 

She hummed in satisfaction, making a noise that wasn’t helping either of them. He felt her body press even closer to his, rolling her hips. Peter couldn’t let out the erotic hiss gathering in his chest at the sensation of his shaft sliding between her cheeks.

He was losing control again. He propped himself up on one elbow with his hand keeping her hip still. “We... we should... sleep—you should sleep. Sleep is good. Sleep—”

“I don’t wanna.” Her head was turned upwards, glancing back at his winded expression. 

“But-but you... need to—”

She bent her neck and captured his lips with her own. She pulled away with a seductive pout. “I thought you knew what I needed.” 

Again, her mouth sweetly teased his, delicately coy, until she charged forward and conquered his kiss. For a few seconds (or... maybe a few minutes), he was the submissive one, as he succumbed to her desire. He remained helplessly complacent as her tongue toyed with his. It was only when he realized he’d lost track of the time that he pressed his fingertips to her chin and pulled away. 

It was one of the hardest challenges of his entire life.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he pleaded, voice deep in his chest. His forehead kissed hers as he held his eyes closed.

She blinked up at him curiously as he nuzzled her nose. “Do you need a moment?” she said shyly, biting her lower lip.

His lashes fluttered open as he stared down at the Milky Way in her eyes. 

Strangely, he thought of the great sea explorers of the past. He pictured himself in Magellan’s place, standing at the helm of a carrack in the eerie darkness of the Pacific. He was adrift in a vast ocean of uncharted waters with no land in sight, nothing but the stars overhead to guide him. He clung to them desperately, fearful of the darkness outside of their hold, but awestruck by their wonder. It was like gazing at the gate of heaven. Being alone in the Universe, locked in an intimate moment with God herself.

“What are you thinking about?” she murmured curiously. The question wasn’t worried or rushed.

Peter observed her intently, memorizing the pattern of her freckles. “I need so much more than a moment,” he breathlessly replied. His eyes shimmered in the dim light. “I need to stop time.”

She blinked several times, pondering his response with an uncertainty that might have gutted him if she had let it go on too long. 

Thankfully, she answered with another passionate kiss, tilting her chin behind her shoulder. The air was swept from their lungs when she pulled away from his lips. “What about a lifetime?” she whispered. “What could you do with that?”

Affection warmed his eyes while passion ignited his stare. He didn’t hesitate further. The width of his hand cupped her jaw firmly, and he crashed his lips into hers. He breathed her into his lungs as he leaned over her, his cock resting heavily in the space behind her back.

She let her fingers card through his thick, brunette waves, playing with the damp ends that had curled up after the shower. Synchronizing her movements, she dragged her backside across his shaft and her nails through his scalp. He purred, twitching against her spine. 

His hand travelled down again, memorizing the feeling of each pore from her jaw to chest...to her stomach... across her pubic bone... and finally slipping into her dripping folds. A satisfied hmmm rumbled from his chest as he licked a spot beneath her ear. The warmth of his tongue, matched with the roughness of his fingers, made her quiver in his grasp.

She pulled her hand away from his scalp, urgently searching for his waist to pull his lower back into hers. As the gentle tease of his fingers formed into a languid massage, she bucked her hips impatiently, using the arm under her pillow to balance herself.

“So needy,” he muttered, tone sizzling. 

She mewled, her hand frantically searching for a place to land. It fluttered at his wrist, his bicep, his nape, then over to her chest, her breasts, and back to his hand again.

“Told you I’d take care of ya,” he whispered, bringing his other hand on the underside of her hip bone, replacing the outside one. “Just relax.” His other hand gripped her uncertain fingers, guiding them down to her breasts. He slowly squeezed each one of her mounds with his hand over hers, allowing his fingers to spin a wheel at her tender bud.

Intently, he watched as her eyes disappeared, rolling into the back of her head.

“That’s it, baby, I gotcha.” His voice was dripping with dark chocolate. “Keep goin’ just like that.” 

It was an order, somehow delicate and firm.

It drifted into her ear like smoke from a wildfire and only added kerosine to the blaze in her belly. He reached down and lifted her outer thigh, forming a V with her legs. Opening up her core allowed his hand better access to her clit, while the other hand groped his cock and positioned it at her entrance.

“You need me to slow down?” he questioned, his mouth going dry from the panting. “Jus’say the word, and we can stop at any—”

“Don’t stop, Peter,” she cut him off impatiently, her voice lilting in desperation. There was no room for shame. “I need to feel you inside me.”

With a breathless gasp, he obliged her hunger and his own. He pushed the eager, leaking tip of his cock through her wet folds, perhaps a little more forcefully than he otherwise would have. He drank in her expression—the wince on her face, the flutter of her eyelashes, the pathetic whimper quickly melting into an erotic moan.

“S’okay, pretty girl,” he soothed. “M’gonna make it better.”

The grip of his fingers pushed dents into the meat of her thigh as he pried her open and rolled his hips into her heat.

“Doin’ so good for me,” he praised, his need overwhelming his senses. He pulled his hips back and drove them forward, slow enough for him to imbibe in her tremors. Her core fluttered over every inch. 

“Am I still a good girl?” she gasped with wide, wet eyes. Her head was thrown back against his shoulder and cradled against his bicep.

“Yeah, you are, princess,” he practically growled. She could feel the reverberation of his voice in her heart. “You’re my good girl.”

He sealed his lips around her open-mouthed moan, greedily licking it up for himself.

Each second stretched to a millennium. That’s what he would wish for if the Devil himself offered him a trade. However, it wouldn’t take long for the Dark One to realize that he had been cheated. Peter’s soul belonged to someone else already. 

Until mountains erode into sand. That’s how long he wanted each kiss to last. 

“God, you feel so good, baby...”

When sequoias that pierce the sky tumble and decay into the soil, from which a new giant is born and completes its life cycle. That’s how long he wanted each of her sighs to last.

“M’gonna be good t’you, always...”

Until every tectonic plate wades to a new home atop a pool of lava, and the face of the Earth is unrecognizable.

“You’re so good to me, Pete... s-so good—”

Until all the glaciers have melted. At the end of the next Ice Age. 

—“...radio waves from Galaxy 0402+379, whose coordinates appear in the constellation Perseus,  featuring binary supermassive black holes with the least separation of any directly observed binaries, at a distance of approximately 23.88 Light-Years. Now, who can tell me what happens when these two objects reach singularity? Anyone? — Yes, Mr. Parker...”—

“Don’ever wanna lose you, Honey... Never, never...”

Until the end of the Milky Way’s last dance, as the curtain falls while it takes its sister Andromeda by the hand.

“Shhh, you won’t, baby. You won’t lose me. Just—ahh—stay with me...”

Each moment stretched out into eternity. Slow like molasses. Dripping like honey.

She was right. Time was the key to the whole universe.

And as Peter pushed her toward another summit, clutching her close as they tumbled over the peak together, they shared a sweat-coated sigh of relief. Both of them were finally sated, at least for now. At this moment, they were content drifting off to sleep in the cradle of each other’s embrace. 

He kept her body wrapped around his, her face buried into the crook of his neck. His hand weighed heavily across her back. Eyes closed, he listened intently to her familiar purr.

He knew it well. It was the one that would confirm she was asleep—the signal he would wait for to open his eyes and observe her beauty freely, without hinderance or shame.

“I love you,” he said. 

Always.

A vow. 

A hope.

A plea.

She woke up to the sound of rain pattering on the window panels. 

Grey light pushed on her eyelids, prying them apart, while cool air scratched at her back. She responded by folding herself tighter and burrowing her nose into a warm chest. She was still dreaming, she thought. The scent of cedar and cinnamon filled her airways as calloused hands tickled her back.

She was dreaming. And it was a beautiful dream. She refused to acknowledge the light, fighting off the waking world.

When she felt a gentle brush of fingers clearing a lock of her hair from her face, she found the courage to open her eyelids. Gazing fondly at her were a pair of doe eyes. The light of day reflected off their hue, but the facets were illuminated from within. 

Like candlelight. Like fire. Roasted chestnuts, caramel, chocolate, hazelnut, whiskey, brown sugar, and molasses. Warm amber, deep garnet, charred topaz, smokey quartz, bronze, brass, and gold. Earth and fire and water and the air that escaped her lungs.

And honey. Delectable, delicious honey. 

She found it all in his eyes.

“Morning,” he murmured, his throat thick from hibernation. A beaming smile burst through his lips, burning through clouds outside.

Her heart stuttered as she basked in its glow. “Morning.”

He glowed. Her friend. Her protector. Her lover.

They lay in silence, regarding one another with warm gazes and warmer hearts.

“How long’ve you been awake?” she said with a tired smile, leaning back into her pillow to get a better look at his face.

“Not sure,” he whispered, threading his fingers through her hand and placing it near his heart. The short distance between them at the present was as far away from her as he could stand. “I was jus' thinkin' about how long I've been asleep. Too long.”

She blinked at the awe in his expression, blushing as she realized he wasn’t referring to last night’s rest. Her eyes sparkled back at him, feeling a slight ache at the corners. They held several seconds of blessed silence, taking in each other in peace, until Peter rubbed the haze from his eyes.

“We outta get up,” he sighed. “Need to pack.”

“Pack?” she repeated. Her smile dimmed a bit, as the dark memories of the past couple of days crept back into her consciousness. “Where are we going?”

“You let me worry about that,” he said, though not unkind. He kissed the back of her hand tenderly. “All you need to know is that we’ll be safe. And Bella and your sisters will be waiting for us.”

Her eyes fluttered wide. “Really?”

He smiled. “Really.” Gazing at her fondly, Peter watched the relief wash over her until it brimmed at her lashes. “I’m jus’ goin’ over the details in my head,” he added thoughtfully. “Does your ma ever play the lottery?”

She smirked. “No.”

“Well,” he pondered, “she’ll be so surprised when she finds out she’s won a million dollars and another vacation getaway.”

A snort broke through her foolish grin. “Practically astonished. Won’t even bother to question it.” 

“She can come along as long as she doesn’t ask any questions,” Peter said delicately before giving it some thought. He added on a condition. “And she keeps her mouth shut.” More thinking. “And stays alone, in her own place, away from us and the girls.” His brow furrowed as he continued to ponder. “Maybe even on a different continent. I’m still fine-tuning the kinks in my plan.”

“Hmmmmm,” she grinned, leaning into another soft kiss. “Kinks.” 

Playfully, she brushed her tongue against his, stirring a deep groan from his chest. When he pulled back, he fixed her with a sultry gaze. “Careful...” he warned. “You might start somethin’ you’ll have to finish. Again. And again. And again—”

She giggled and leaned in for another kiss until they were interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. The couple jumped, with Honey clutching the sheet to her chest.

“Pete!” they heard Felicia’s voice through the wall. “Open up! Or... close—whatever it is you’re in the middle of.”

Honey snapped her eyes to Peter, embarrassment flooding her expression. He grinned wide, amused by her flustered state. 

“Just a minute,” he called back as Honey pulled the sheets off the bed and dragged them with her. Alarmed, she scurried across the room with a shocked look. “C’mon,” he muttered at her with a jeering chuckle. “You didn’t think we were that quiet last night, did you?”

Scowling, she flipped him off and disappeared into his closet. Coming to a stand, he paused with one foot over the edge of the bed, his smile fading.

There were two heartbeats at his bedroom door.

“Hurry up, Peter,” Felicia repeated, a lack of levity in her tone. “We’ve got company.” 

In a blink, he had on a pair of sweatpants and was reaching for his phone. He pulled up a camera feed outside of his bedroom. 

Felicia stood with her arms crossed impatiently, tapping her fingers along her biceps. A familiar face waited beside her, wearing crimson-tinted sunglasses and clutching a white cane. 

Something sharp pulled at his chest, the brightness of his smile dimming. He glanced back at the closet doorway. 

“C’mon, Pete. We don’t have time!”

Peter frowned.

Of course they didn't. It was always out of his reach.

He wiped the self-pity off his face as he pulled open the door. He hadn't bothered with a shirt, facing them with a bare chest still striped with bruises. 

“Matt,” he stated, reading the grim look on the other man’s face. Peter didn’t need many words to confirm what he could already hear in his friends’ heartbeats.

“Sorry to wake you,” Matt stated tensely, “but we’ve got a problem.”

It took a minute for Honey to be brave enough to poke her head out of the closet. She was fully clothed, wearing a silk robe tied snugly around her waist, but her flushed cheeks telegraphed her embarrassment.

She expected smug and teasing expressions, if not from Matt, then definitely from Felicia. What she saw was the opposite.

“How much time?” Peter asked, brows furrowed and arms crossed tightly.

“Maybe a minute,” Matt answered. "Maybe less."

“Building’s surrounded,” Felicia added anxiously. “Cleaning crew just left. We haven’t had time to check the work.”

“They’re good at what they do,” Peter assured her. “It’ll be fine. We just need to put on our game faces, stay calm, and we’ll get through this—”

“They’re bringing an army down here, Pete,” Matt implored. “You need to be sure.”

“If I weren’t, I wouldn't be standing here,” he replied.

“You oughta be running,” Felicia said sharply, "preferably to LaGuardia."

“Leaving is a bad look,” Matt argued. “I cannot stress that enough.”

Felicia glared at him. “But you would recommend a trip to Ryker’s? I thought you were supposed to be a good lawyer?”

“Cat. We need to deflect attention right now. Stay calm.”

“Where are we going?” Honey questioned, her voice cutting through the tension like a hot blade into butter. 

The conversation came to a screeching halt.

Eyes snapped in her direction, but she noted how Felicia immediately looked away. Even Matt turned his head; his nose pointed at the floor.

Peter was the only one who looked her in the eye. And when he did, it made her stomach twist. Despair filled his gaze.

He didn't need to say a word. She already felt faint. “Pe-Peter...?”

He dashed across the room, taking her face in his hands. As quick as the motion was, everything felt like it was moving too fast—need more time—and Honey couldn’t keep up. Like concrete weighed down her feet—what happened, what just happened, what’s happening—and the lights of an oncoming train blinded her. 

“Pe-Pe—But—-wh-wha—? What is he talking about whatdoesthatmean who’scominghere wha-what-whatdoesshemean—”

“Easy, easy,” he cooed. “It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay, yeah? I’ve got it under control.”

Her voice shattered beneath a whisper, “Don’t lie to me, Peter!” 

He fell silent. Sorrow twisted his closed lips. Then, hesitantly, he explained, “The cops are here. They know about Walker.”

Honey gasped. And then she felt herself go numb.

“They were expecting him to check in this morning. And when he didn’t, somebody knew to come here.”

Tears flooded her vision with wretched memories riding them like a tidal wave. A python tangled itself around her lungs, constricting her breath. 

“Now, they’re gonna come in and make a big show,” Peter continued to explain, “but it’s very important that you stay calm, Honey. Don’t say a word. Don’t answer any questions. Just follow my lead.”

She was crying. Her mind was traveling through wormholes in time. She was hurdling untethered into a cosmos of what-ifs and should-have-dones. Doubt and terror filled her expression as her heart broke into pieces.

“Nothin’ bad’s gonna happen to you, sweetheart. On my life, I swear it,” Peter softly declared. “You’re gonna be okay.” 

Honey blinked wet lashes up at him, still existing outside reality. “I... I’m... I’m not afraid.”

Peter went still, lips parting.

She stared at him with resolve, her voice turning to steel. “I don’t regret what I did. Even if I have to go to jail—”

“You’re not going to jail,” he promised, shutting down the idea.

“I’m not sorry that I killed him. I’d do it all over again, if I had to. He was a monster... and-and he needed to die. I’ll tell them—”

“Honey, you’re not going to jail,” Peter firmly repeated. “I am.”

She froze, her stomach and heart plunging. Her wet eyes went wide. “What?” Terror gripped her. “What!? What do you mean—”

Peter noted how she physically pulled back, like a cobra ready to fight to the death.

“Listen to me, listen, listen," he pleaded. "We don’t have a lot of time, so I need you to listen to me carefully, yeah?” Peter murmured, the sight of her tears twisting a knife in his chest. “It’s gonna be fine. They’ll take me in, but we can fight it. Nobody has to know what really happened, alright? All you gotta do is follow my lead—”

Now her mind was traveling elsewhere, plummeting down into hell.

She pictured Peter in handcuffs. In an orange jumpsuit. At his trial. For murder. Of a goddamn shitbag. A federal agent. Sentenced. To death.

She rapidly blinked as if doing so could clear the horrifying image from her vision. Instead, she kept shaking her head as the nightmare unfolded.

Her tongue wouldn't work right. “But-But—”

“You’re my brave girl,” he said with soft desperation. “Jus’ need ya to stay brave a little longer, alright?”

“You... you didn’t do—no, no, you can’t—”

“I’ll make sure you’re safe,” he pleaded. “You, Bella, your sisters—you’re all gonna be okay. Just like I promised, alright? You just gotta go along with what I say. Whatever you hear, you gotta stay quiet, okay?”

“But...”

“No buts, you gotta trust me—”

“But... M’not—”

“I’m serious, Honey. I’m not playin’ around. Don’t fight with me on this—”

“I’m not letting them take you away from me!” she snapped, her voice breaking.

He went quiet as her fingers gripped him by the arms, nails digging into his flesh. She shook her head vehemently. In fact, her whole body was trembling like the facade of an avalanche. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks as she stared desperately up at Peter.

“You belong to me, too!" she said through sobs. "Okay? You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go. I’m not running away. There is nothing on this Earth that I love more, and I’m not leaving you!” 

Time stopped. 

Peter blinked at her, unsure if he actually heard what she just said. 

When he listened to her heart, it beat steadily. Drumming its truth. Each beat the tolling of a bell, ringing clear.

One moment stretched out into eternity.

Peter's eyes shimmered as he gazed down at her. His heart swelled beyond his chest, outside of the room, dwarfing the skyscrapers, eclipsing the sky.

Craning his neck, he touched his forehead to hers. He swore he could feel her devotion through her skin. He was empowered by it. Weakened by it.

Swallowing hard, he breathed her into his lungs.

Suddenly, they were alone in the room. In the city. On the planet. A shudder racked through her, a silent sob escaping her lips. “I... love you, Peter. I love you so much—”

“I know you do,” he nodded with a reassuring tone. Tears budded at his eyelids. “I know.” He hooked his fingers beneath her jaw and pointed her gaze up at his. 

There she is, he thought. His light in the darkness. His hope. His Honey.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered. 

She felt her pulse in her own throat as she gazed up at him with red eyes. He waited for a response. She sniffed and nodded, swallowing her panic back down. 

He smiled warmly. “Then I need you to remember that I love you,” he said. “And don’t ever forget it. No matter what you hear, okay? I love you forever. No matter what.”

Heavy footsteps echoed from down the hall. Her stomach twisted helplessly at the sound. Peter pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead. When they parted, he turned away from her. She watched his retreating form until she felt Felicia's fingers take her by the shoulders. Gently, the woman led her back away from bedroom entrance.

Honey watched him longingly as her arms ached to hold him. He kept his back to her, eyes fixed on the ground. 

“Police!” a shout boomed from the hallway. “Coming in!” Honey felt a scream bubbling in her throat, desperate to break free.

The door opened with a bang. 

Peter kept himself steady, casting his eyes downward as a herd of boots stampeded around him. In a blink, at least a dozen of NYPD’s finest filled the space, with pistols and rifles pointed at Peter. They barked orders, shouting over one another. 

He was motionless.

Honey’s eyes darted around to see the ridiculous show of force, more befitting of Michael Myers or Hannibal Lector.

Half of them wore traditional police uniforms and bulletproof vests, while the other half wore full body-armor and carried SWAT-style equipment. Her eyes narrowed in on the SHIELD patch on the arms of one of the officers, her stomach twisting into knots.

“Hands up!”

“Put your hands above your head!”

“This is absurd—you’re in my client’s private residence!”

“Hands where I can see them!” 

When Peter looked up at them, he was a different man. He looked surprised. His eyes glittered with amusement, and his mouth was crooked with a brash grin. Relaxed, he leaned back on his hands as casually as any visit, observing the intruders with a pompous smirk

“Mornin’, boys,” he said boldly. “Please tell me one of you brought donuts.”

“On your feet!” one of the SHIELD agents hissed. The man sporting dark stubble over his jawline and a military crew cut stepped forward and gripped Peter by the shoulder. With a yank, he hauled the half-naked man to his feet—or rather, Peter allowed himself to be manhandled into a standing position. 

“Hey, watch it!” Matt snapped. “You lay a finger on my client, and I’ll have your badge faster than you can say your overly complicated acronym.”

“Tell ya what, Murdock,” the dark-haired SHIELD agent glowered at him with a cruel smile. “If you see something, say something.”

“You hear that, Matty?” Peter snorted. “Small Dick Energy over here’s brought his big guns and blind jokes today... What’s ya name anyway, pal?” 

“Rumlow,” the SHIELD agent spat. “What’s it to you?”

“No big deal,” Peter shrugged. “I’m gonna wanna know which funeral home to send the flowers to, is’all.” 

Rumlow’s face turned red with rage, giving him a look that shot terror down Honey’s spine. Peter smirked haughtily as a different police officer turned him around and wrenched his wrists behind his back. 

“Ooh!” Peter hissed playfully, with a lascivious wiggle of his brows. “Easy, tiger. Gimme some time to recharge 'ere. I had a rough tumble last night—”

“It’s about to get rougher,” a husky voice called from the entrance. 

Honey turned to see George Stacy’s ominous form blocking the doorway. His eyes were even baggier than the last time she saw him. His stringy, graying red hair looked unwashed, and he wore a wrinkled white dress shirt under his Kevlar vest. Marching into the room, the man glared at Peter with narrow eyes that could melt steel.

“Georgie!” Peter called out with glee. “I thought I smelled bacon. Good to see ya, buddy!”

“Captain Stacy to you, asshole,” Rumlow bitterly remarked. 

“Oh, no, Georgie and I go waayy back—wait a sec....did you say ‘Captain?’” Peter questioned before turning to George in shock. “Really? Still? Ya mean they haven’t given you a promotion yet? That’s some bullshit right there—”

“Peter Parker,” George declared sharply, popping each ‘P,’ leering at him like a shark hunting a sea lion. “It’s with the utmost pleasure that I inform you that you’re under arrest.”

“I’m happy for you, Georgie,” Peter smirked. “Really am. You look like you could use some pleasure.”

“Captain Stacy,” Matt snarled, inserting himself between the two men, “I had a conversation with the Commissioner this morning. We agreed that Mr. Reilly was coming in of his own accord—”

“‘Ben Reilly’ can come on down whenever he wants,” George sneered disdainfully, pointing at Peter. “I’m here for him.” He flicked his eyes back to Matt, “If you wanna take something up with the Commissioner, go ahead. He’s downstairs.”

“That’s perfect—maybe we can all do a round of 20 Questions!” Peter grinned wide. “Anybody up for a game? Here. I’ll start:” He glanced over at George, lifting his chin proudly. “Never Have I Ever... been suspended from active duty for showin’ up to work three-sheets-to-the-wind and smellin’ like I bathed in a vat of Irish Whiskey.”

George chuckled mirthlessly, loathing in his eyes. “That’s funny. Always so clever.” His smile faded. “Make jokes all you want, Parker. They’re still gonna take it outta your ass at Ryker’s. If you even make it that far.”

The humor dimmed in Peter’s eyes, but his grin was infallible. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”

“I know exactly how to tempt you,” George said through gritted teeth. He glanced across the room to the small woman hugging herself in a silk robe. “You.”

Honey’s glossy eyes went wide, stunned motionless as all eyes turned to her. “Me?” Her voice trembled pathetically, tongue fumbling. She was incapacitated by her fear as much as she was by her growing anger.

“You," Stacy grinned with a set of shark teeth. "You’re comin’ too. Cuff her.”

She flinched as a blue-shirted officer stepped towards her. 

“Wait. Who?” the cuffed man piped up.

They halted at the sound of Peter’s confusion. With a crooked brow, Peter leaned forward, bending at the waist. When Honey made eye contact with him, she was shocked to see him practically looking through her. His face went blank, eyes widening slightly.

“Oh,” he said, as if he’d found a stray cat on his front stoop, or a slightly-interesting ad in his mailbox. “Hi, there.” Awkwardly, he smiled at her, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Uh...” He blew out an exaggerated exhale, utter shock on his face. “You!”

A crease formed between her eyes as she stared back. The crowd of officers glanced between them with growing confusion. 

Peter eyed her with a blush, embarrassed. Sheepishly, he blurted out, “Eh. I gotta level with you. I didn’t know you were still here.” 

A hitch formed in her throat as she blinked at him, her face looking as if he’d slapped her. By contrast, besides the slight discomfort of being caught off guard, he appeared apathetic. Like she was a total stranger.

“Um, look,” he said, scrunching his face like he was about to rip off a bandaid. “I... uh, usually this isn’t my style, but... M’kinda in the middle’a somethin’. So... if you could grab a cab home, that’d be great.” 

Her stomach twisted.

Peter fixed her with an apologetic grin that was half-cringe, as if he was still attempting some level of charm without any kind of real remorse. 

“Just hit me up on Venmo,” he added, as if their relationship was some transaction. Like selling an old couch on Craigslist. He suddenly looked alarmed, glancing at the officers around him, then added, “For the cab fare! Not the... y’know, anything we did last night.”

Mortification hit her like a truck. He simply wrinkled his nose and shrugged, then glanced away. He didn’t look back.

Honey wanted to vomit. She lacked the air in her lungs to respond in words. Instead, she responded with a brokenhearted, glazed-over expression of shock and horror.

“Bullshit,” Captain Stacy said, eyes narrowed between Peter and his mistress. “Don’t play games with me, Parker. I know who she is.”

Peter blinked at his estranged father-in-law, completely daft. “Really?” He glanced back in her direction, avoiding her eyes, then to George again. “Wait. She’s not your daughter, is she?!”

“No!” the man replied, his face turning red.

Peter sighed. “Thank God. That woulda been so weird.”  

“Don’t bullshit me, Parker!” the police captain growled. “This woman is just as culpable as you are!”

“Really, Captain Stacy,” Matt added, skeptically. Doubt was slowly overtaking the room. “You can’t honestly believe that this, uh... um—” The lawyer cleared his throat, “—Mr. Reilly’s guest—is somehow useful to your case?” He scoffed with a laugh. “Or that she’s of any kind of consequence to my client at all?”

George pointed at the woman, who looked humiliated and near tears. “This woman is a witness, at the very least!” he barked. “She’s his girlfriend! His ‘Honey.’”

The way Peter raised one of his brows was almost comical, if it wasn’t so cruel. Incredulously, he glanced over at the devastated woman and snorted.

He looked back at George incredulously. “Seriously?” he scoffed. “Do you have any idea how many ‘Honeys’ I go through each month?”

The wince that followed could be felt throughout the whole room. Even strangers averted their eyes. 

The mob boss laughed cruelly. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s a great lay with a cute face. But that’s it.” 

A vein popped out of George’s forehead. The surrounding officers avoided eye contact, the situation becoming uncomfortable for everyone in the room. “This woman is practically an accomplice!” he bellowed, raising his voice loud enough to echo into the hall.

Peter gazed at him like he had two heads. “Accomplice?” He raised a brow. “You’re losin’ it, pops. I don’t even know her name.”

The pain was so sharp, she flinched. Like a stab to the back, or punch to the gut. A slap in the face. Her stomach lurched. Eyes blurred. She wanted to scream and vomit and die.

And still, she wanted Peter to look at her. To give her some kind of indication that this was all just a ruse.

Instead, he kept George fixed in his gaze, watching the sweat bead on the police captain's forehead as his outrage flared.

“‘Sides,” Peter taunted, licking his lips like a dog. “You know my type.”

The man’s eyes shot back to Peter, flashing red.

“That reminds me,” the mob boss grinned, a lewd twinkle in his eye. “How’s Helen?”

At the mention of his wife, George’s face dropped. His eyes went wide, the color vanishing instantly. The grown man lunged across the room with a growl. His hands were wrapped around Peter’s neck in the blink of an eye, practically tackling the cuffed criminal to the ground.

A ruckus of shouting, grabbing, and grunting broke out as George’s colleagues physically restrained him from continuing to choke Peter. 

The melee suddenly came to a halt when an authoritative male voice shouted out from the doorway, “What the hell’s going on here?”

The humorless tone snapped the whole group into order. The doorway was shadowed by the silhouette of a tall, broad-shouldered man with dusty blonde hair wearing a tailored suit. He was older, possibly in his 70s, and judging by the way the officers tensed up as he strode into the room, he outranked them. 

“Anybody want to tell me what the problem is?” the man ordered, keeping his tone soft.

“Well, I’m missing a shirt, for one,” Peter complained. “And if you plan on takin’ my picture, I gotta tell ya, I don’t go topless. Least not for free.”

Matt spun towards the authoritative presence, infuriated. “Commissioner Pierce,” he greeted him firmly, with a faint tone of relief. “Your officer just attacked my client while he was restrained in handcuffs. Respectfully, I request that he be removed immediately from the premises.”

The Commissioner’s eyes roved from Murdock to George Stacy, who was still panting wildly, hair disheveled, and shirt askew.

“Captain Stacy, you’re dismissed,” the man declared. Just like that, it was over. Not even the SHIELD agents attempted to argue. George opened his mouth to protest, but Pierce silenced his rebuttal. “That is all,” he said calmly.

George snapped his mouth closed, stunned at the turn of events. He gulped down rage, and jerked himself free of his fellow officers’ grip. Without another word, he spun on his heel and stormed out of the room. 

Now Pierce was in charge.

He gazed over at Peter, staring at the lanky man past the end of his nose. Pierce looked as if he was sizing him up. His eyes were cold and impersonal, like judging a cut of meat. Defiantly, Peter glared right back.

Matt stepped in, more sensitive to the man’s authority than Peter. “Commissioner Pierce, I appreciate you sharing my concern for a conflict-free investigation—”

“No need for posturing, Mr. Murdock,” he answered. There was a sophisticated nature to Alexander Pierce that the others were incapable of. “We can make this quick and easy. Your client’s coming with us. Gentleman, please, kindly escort Mr. Reilly from the room.”

“So... no shirt then?” Peter remarked, before being 'pulled' along by the beat cops at his sides. The other officers moved with him, filing out behind him. “Forget my lawyer!” the mob boss called back from the hallway. “You’re gonna hear from my agent!”

Pierce scanned the room like a shark through water, landing on the small, mortified woman in the back. Honey looked up to see Pierce’s eyes narrowed in on her. Matt remained close, and deep down, she knew it wasn't for her support. The tall man approached her, studying her intently. 

“So that just leaves you, then,” Pierce said. “Mr. Murdock, do you represent this young lady, too?”

Eyes glistening, she swallowed hard, focused on keeping the bile from crawling up her throat. 

“No, sir,” Matt stated, mouth twisted with a smirk. “In fact, I don't have a clue who she is. I’m pretty sure you could question every person in this house—you’d get the same answer.”

With a firm jaw, Pierce said to her, “Who are you?”

Fawn-like, she stared up at him, blinking wet lashes. “I... I’m....” Her mouth fumbled before forming the correct words. 

“I just make coffee.”

Continue to Part 23

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[psychedelic-ink]

A Very Psychedelic Winter '22

What to expect this winter?

I wanted to make a little winter wip list just in case anyone was wondering what to expect this winter 🎄 All of the works below will likely be posted between December and January 💚

under the cut xoxo

WE FALL LIKE SNOW: A Five Part Series

Dieter Bravo x named!reader (Amina Addams)

After the events that took place at the Cliff Beasts set, needless to say as his bodyguard (and friend) you became overprotective of Dieter. You have all your worries under control until you accidentally flip over a young fan by grabbing her wrist, causing the media to stir with speculations as to why. Luckily Dieter's family arrives in the nick of time, scooping you both from New York to their cozy cabin; however winter wonderland can't last forever and you need to face the consequences of your actions sooner or later.

2. BLOCKED BY SNOW: A Two Part Series

A continuation of Watercolor Eyes (SW!Santiago Garcia x f!reader)

Alone during the holidays, Santiago comes across Cafe Watercolor. Much to his surprise he sees you inside and decides to pay you a visit.

3. THE AURORA BOREALIS: One Shot

Din Djarin x f!reader

A friend, lover, then stranger. The last thing you expected was to be snowed in along with the bounty hunter. Tension rises as the past circles you both, trapped in the Razor Crest with no where to run or hide.

4. CHIVALRY IS DEAD: Epilogue

tasm!Peter Parker x f!reader

After the fight with Otto, you and Peter are in some dire need of healing. But it's never quite that simple now, is it?

#a very psychedelic winter '22 #dieter bravo x reader #din djarin x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #santiago garcia x reader

[velvetberries]

velvetberries masterlist ⟢

⟢ @velvetberries masterlist 

⟢ my masterlist

last updated 04/12/22

fluff =   𒀭 

angst =  ⁑

Smut =   ⁂

finished work/series = 𓇼

ongoing work/series = 𓇻

WIP = example work

Marvel

MCU included

Matt Murdock & Daredevil

'Boxing Lessons' Matt Murdock x black!reader (fem!reader) 𒀭 

Pietro Maximoff & Quicksilver (ATJ)

'A Quick Patient' Pietro Maximoff x Black!Doctor (fem!reader) ⁑ 𒀭 

Peter Parker & Spider-Man (TASM)

'Private Lessons' Peter Parker x Black!reader (fem!reader) ⁂ 𒀭 

'A Web of Melodies' Peter Parker x Black!Guitarist (fem!reader) ⁂ 𒀭 

Natalia Alianovna Romanov & Black Widow

'The Ballet of Bullets' Natalia romanov x Spy!reader (fem!reader) ⁑

Steven Grant/Mark Spector/Jake Lockley & Mooknight

'Egyptian Muse' Steven Grant/Mark Spector x Afro-Arab!reader (fem!reader) ⁑ 𒀭 

Ku'k'ulkan & Namor

'Ancient Connection' Namor x Black!Princess (fem!reader) ⁑ ⁂

Enola Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

'The Yellow Acacia' Sherlock Holmes x Black!Doctor (fem!reader) ⁑𒀭 

DC COMICS

Arrowverse includeed

Dick Greyson & Nightwing

'Night Shift' Nightwing x Cop!reader (fem!reader) ⁑

Bruce Wayne & Batman

No WIP

ATJ CHARACTERS

Tangerine

'The Tangerine's Mandrake' Tangerine x Assasin!reader (fem!reader) ⁑ ⁂

Dave Lizewski & Kick-ass

'Wounds & Words' Dave Lizewski x Black!reader (fem!reader) ⁑ 𒀭 ⁂

I also write reqs, I don't write smut non-con things & smut about underage characters (-16) . Write if you wanna be added to my taglist.

warning

My works take time to be created so I apologize if I don't post for a while.

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[barbiedragon]

♓︎ 31 Days, 31 Prompts, Various Fandoms ♓︎

Prompt #1: Pegging: Aegon II Targaryen x fem!reader (HOTD)

Prompt #2: Tit Fucking: Tom Bennett x fem!reader (WOF)

Prompt #3: Hate Sex-Cersei Lannister x fem!reader (GOT)

Prompt #4: Rimming-Jace Velaryon x fem!reader (HOTD)

Prompt #5: Collaring-Viserys III Targaryen x fem!reader (GOT)

Prompt #6: Chastity: Osferth x fem!reader (TLK)

Prompts #7: Virginity/Wax Play: Bishop Heahmund x fem!reader (Vikings)

Prompt #8: Breeding: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader (Criminal Minds)

Prompt #9: Stripping: Daenerys Targaryen x fem!reader (GOT)

Prompt #10: Praise Kink: Steven Grant x fem!reader (Moon Knight)

Prompt #11: Humiliation: Thomas Shelby x fem!reader (Peaky Blinders)

Prompt #12: Somnophila: Dream x fem!reader x The Corinthian (The Sandman)

Prompt #13: Menophilia: Robb Stark x fem!reader (GOT)

Prompt #14: Orgasm Denial: Steve Harrington x fem!reader (ST)

Prompt #15: Temperature Play: Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem!reader (HOTD)

Prompt #16: Gags/Public: Viserys III Targaryen (King!AU) x fem!reader (GOT)

Prompt #17: Threesome: Aemond x Helaena x fem!reader (HOTD)

Prompt #18: Spanking: Alicent Hightower x fem!reader (HOTD)

Prompt #19: Voyeurism/Exhibitionism: Cersei x Jaime Lannister x sister!reader (GOT)

Prompt #20: Mind Control: Henry Creel x fem!reader (ST)

Prompt #21: Panties/Lingeries: Barbie x fem!reader (Barbie)

Prompt #22: Bondage: Peter Parker x fem!reader (TASM)

Prompt #23: Deepthroating/Facesitting: Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader (HOTD)

Prompts #24: Sex Toys: Ken x fem!reader (Barbie movie)

Prompts #25: Edgeplay: Mickey Altieri x fem!reader (Scream 2)

Prompt #26: Masturbation: Billy Loomis x fem!reader (Scream)

Prompt #27: S&M: Milo x fem!reader (Morbius)

Prompt #28: Body Worship: Alicent Hightower x fem!reader (HOTD) Prompt #29: Incest: Daemyra x Targ!reader (HOTD)

Prompt #30: Overstimulation: Spencer Reid x GN!reader (Criminal Minds)

Prompt #31: Free Use: Daemon x targ!reader, Rhaenyra x targ!reader, and Aemond x Targ!reader

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober masterlist

[ash5monster01]

Best Kinds of Kisses

Pairing: TASM Peter Parker x FemReader

Warnings: self doubt, fluff

Summary: Based on the prompt “What are the best kinds of kisses?” and you ask your best friend Peter who answers your question and gives you an example.

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You had never been kissed. You figured it was because you hadn’t found the right person, no one was deserving enough the share a kiss with, and yet it still discouraged you to think it hadn’t happened yet. It was embarrassing to admit and now it was all that had consumed your thoughts. So much so you couldn’t focus on the movie playing in front of you or your bowl of soup that had to be cold as ice by now. Finally you couldn’t help yourself as you turned to your best friend beside you.

“What are the best kinds of kisses?” soup spluttered from the boys mouth as you asked the unexpected question. He coughed slightly as he tried to recollect himself and his thoughts as you asked this.

“What?” he asked, trying to make sure he had heard you correctly.

“You heard me, please don’t make me repeat myself” your cheeks were bright red and Peter now saw you were actually curious and not messing with him.

“Well, um, I don’t know” Peter had kissed many girls. Before and after Gwen. You had been by his side through all of it and yet this was the first time you had asked.

“You have to have a preference” you gave him a dumbfounded look, unconvinced of the fact he didn’t have an answer seeing as he had his first kiss at 11 and now you were both 22 and graduating college.

“Um, if I had to choose I guess it would be the unexpected ones” a nervous hand reached the back of his neck as he had admitted this fact.

“Why those?” you couldn’t help but delve further into his answer, wanting to feel like you had this kissing knowledge that he did.

“They have the best feeling behind it. Like you both have this magnetic pull between you and you don’t even have to question if they want to be kissed or not. You just know and then it happens and it feels so good” your heart fluttered at the thought behind that. You had felt the magnetic pull before but nothing ever came from it. The pull came from the guy beside you and you figured it was just a friend pull and nothing more.

“Wow” the emotions flooding you now were not the ones you had expected. You wanted relief and instead you felt more sad, angry, and annoyed that this moment hadn’t happened for you yet.

“When was the first time you had an unexpected kiss?” you felt yourself asking, needing to know how many years behind you were already.

“With Gwen, when we were 17. We were on the roof of her building and I just couldn’t stop it” jealousy bubbled in your stomach and you weren’t sure you were jealous of the kiss or Gwen who got to kiss him.

“Five years ago” half a decade behind. There had to be something wrong. Maybe your personality was off, or you were ugly, or no one could ever be attracted to you and that was just it.

“Y/N, why do you ask?” Peter may be your best friend but sometimes shame can make you hide parts of yourself from everyone including the people who thought they knew the most.

“I’ve just never been kissed” shock now flashed across the boys face as he looked at you. He knew you hadn’t really dated but he figured you’d at least been kissed.

“You’re kidding?” embarrassment flooded your features and he realized this took a lot for you to admit to him.

“Sadly no” you had to tear your eyes away from him, too embarrassed to sit in your truth.

“I’m sorry” he wasn’t sure it was the right thing to say, he didn’t know what to say at all. He just couldn’t believe no one had the opportunity to kiss you yet. What an absolute shame.

“It’s fine, it’s not your fault” you held up a hand and blinked back the unnecessary tears.

“It’ll happen when the time is right” he set a reassuring hand on your own and you felt your heart lurch at the contact.

“Will you kiss me?” Peters eyes widened as you asked an even more unexpected question.

“What? Y/N I can’t” he started to shake his head and you quickly slapped your other hand on top of the one that held yours.

“Peter you’re my friend and it just has to be quick. I need to get this over with” Peter felt saddened by your desperation behind this. You should never feel so desperate over something like this.

“You don’t get your first kiss over with. It happens when it happens Y/N. Whether it’s good or bad you do not deserve to get it over with” slowing down you realized he was right. Sighing you let go of his hand.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me” you told him and he nodded as he moved back to his spot on the couch.

“It’ll happen when you least expect it Y/N. I promise” smiling you nodded and grabbed your soup as you focused back on the movie you had now more than completely missed on the screen.

As Peter watched you scoot away he felt somewhat guilty even though his choice was made with your best interest at heart. In that moment he promised himself he would kiss you but he would do it when the time was right. So two months later as you stood in a bar after graduation he couldn’t help but notice how your smile had never left since you crossed that stage.

“You’re staring” a girl sat beside him piped up as he watched you mingle with your friends. “How long have you had a thing for her?”

“I don’t really remember” Peter answered unsure of why he even answered a strangers question in the first place.

“So she snuck up on you, those are the best ones” Peter nodded and took a sip from his drink.

“You think I should go talk to her?” he asked this as if he didn’t even know you but he needed a push from someone to go see if that magnetic pull was really real.

“I think you should’ve talked to her the moment you got here instead of staring” sighing Peter downed the rest of his drink and left the stranger to go to your side.

“Sorry to interrupt, I’m just gonna borrow Y/N a second” Peters hand snaked its way around your waist and pulled you away from your friends.

“Everything okay?” you asked, you’re painted red lips curving up at him. He was gonna cave before he could control it.

“Fine, I just wanted to see you” Peter said as you both left the bar and found yourself in the alley outside of it.

“In the alleywa-” your word was cut short as he pressed you up against him and swung you up into the sky. You gripped him tightly as he swung you until you landed a top the Empire State building. “Peter, you know I hate heights”

“I got you” looking up to meet his dough eyes you found yourself sucking in a breath. The pull was there, stronger than ever, and this time you were sure it wasn’t a just friends. You desperately wanted to kiss him and with the way he was looking back at you it made sense he wanted to kiss you too.

“Peter-” suddenly his lips were on yours and you couldn’t help but kiss feverishly back. There was no fear if you were a bad kisser or any doubts that this wasn’t right. It was unexpected and it was perfect. “You kissed me”

“Yeah well you asked me too” Peter grinned down at you. Your grip remained around him considering you were still on top of a large building and he had just kissed you.

“Yeah like two months ago” you chuckled and he shook his head and leaned down closer to your face.

“I had to make sure it was perfect” his eyes bore into yours and you felt your heart flutter. “Was it everything you imagined?”

“I don’t know, I guess we’ll have to try again” you said as you pulled his face in to seal another kiss. And just like the first time it was perfect. And unexpected.

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Divide feelings by X (Reader x Peter Parker) TASM

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“So if I understand this correctly.” – you spoke, letting your eyes go up to him. He looked up as well, giving you his full attention. – “If I divide this with that, I should find out what X is.” – you pointed out the numbers on your papers. Peter hummed with a nod. – “And if I know what X is, I can conclude if the solution is right, negative or positive.” – you added, pointing with your pencil. He nodded, smiling proudly at you. – “Okay… good.” – you mumbled, scribbling the answer down. 

“So uhm…” – you started interestingly, barely looking up. – “At what question are you.” – batting your gaze up, you saw him smile sheepishly. – “Eleven.” – he answered chuckling. – “From paper 3.” – he added making your jaw drop. Peter tapped his pencil funnily against the side of his face, giving you a funny look. Smiling at his own cleverness. – “It isn’t fair.” – you replied teasingly at how smart he was. Peter dropped his pencil, leaning back in his chair. 

“What can I say, gifted with the burden of being good at math.” – he chuckled out. – “And chemics, physics, bio. It isn’t just math with you smartie pants.” – you poked your pencil his way. Peter shrugged his shoulders. – “Do you need help with the next question?” – he asked, looking over to your paper. Sliding it away from him, you didn’t want him to gleam with pride for tutoring you as well. – “Oh no, you focus on your papers. I’ll do mine.” – you said. Peter pouted his lips as you stuck your tongue out at him.

Peter pretended to be dramatically shocked with a loud gasp. You laughed loud when he snatched your pencil from your hand. – “Peter!” – you immediately called out, getting up from your chair to snatch it away. Going around the table, he moved it to his other hand away from you. – “Peter!” – you said inpatient trying to grab it. He moved it swiftly behind his back, laughing. – “Y/n.” – he imitated trying to sound as bothered as you. You groaned pressing your body against his to go around to get your pencil back. 

Peter kept moving your pencil from one hand to the other, laughing. You weren’t getting that pencil very quickly and it started to frustrate you. One wrong movement made you almost lose balance, dropping onto his lap. Peter’s eyes subtly widening behind his glasses. Swallowing nervously, you stared right back at him. You sucked in a breath as if wanting to kiss him but changed your mind mid-second. – “I uhm…” – you said getting up. 

“Right…” – Peter finished, revealing your pencil. You took it, moving back to your seat. Both working on your own papers to study. Solving question after question. Yawning once it caught his attention. Making him quirk his eyebrow up. You had been tapping your pencil on the paper for over a minute now. No other movement. – “Stuck?” – he asked. You nodded shyly, not really wanting to admit it. Peter gestured for you to come around.

So you did, taking your chair with you. Setting it down near him, but not close. You slid your papers sideways to him. Peter sighed deep at how far you sat from him. Leaning sideways, he grabbed the bottom of your chair, dragging it’s feet over the floor to get you closer to him. With wide eyes and pressed lips, let you him slide you nearer. – “Much better.” – he said as your shoulders touched. Throwing you a brief sheepish smile. You smiled shyly back, a bit flustered by him. Smart a good looking. Peter had it all. 

You were glad not many people noticed him so you had him all to yourself. – “So…” – he began looking over the paper at the question. Taking a moment to think about it. – “This one isn’t that hard.” – slipped from his mouth. You looked boredly at him for even saying such a thing. – “Sorry Y/n… let me explain.” – he slid the paper a bit closer to him. Solving the question with you step by step by explaining. You listened half, looking away to yawn against the back of your hand. You weren’t keeping track of how long you have been. 

The tiredness in your brain showing first signs. When he was done, he asked if you understood. You nodded weary, not able to process it again in your brain. Peter could tell you were half lying. – “Let me explain it again.” – he insisted, taking an empty piece of paper, laying it atop your work. Scribbling the question down again to explain. He began again as you had to yawn again. Finding it harder to focus. Eyes prickling with tiredness.

Unable to hold back another yawn behind his back. Peter was so deeply invested in explaining it while solving it, he had little eyes for your tiredness. The tip of his pencil broke when you dropped your head against his shoulder. Eyes widening in shyness for a moment. His stomach fluttering. He reached for his own pencil, wobbling his shoulder a bit. – “I didn’t know I was that boring in explaining Y/n.” – he chuckled out. He waited a few seconds for a response that never came. – “You are really invested in your role Y/n. Okay I’ll bite.” 

He moved his shoulder upwards with your head on it to get a reaction out of you. – “Should I teach you in a different voice?” – he suggested, lowering his voice deeper. Chuckling at his own silliness, he wondered why he wasn’t getting any responses from you. – “Y/n?” – he said wanting to get a sincere reaction from you. Turning his head, he felt stupid for not seeing it. You weren’t responding because your eyes were closed. Fallen asleep on his shoulder. 

He immediately regretted shaking your head with his shoulder. – “Sorry.” – he said hushed. Silently collecting his things and yours, he knew it was time to wrap things up. Pressing his lips together he carefully took your head off his shoulder, laying it gently down on the table. Getting up from his seat, he packed yours and his backpack. Throwing them over his shoulder afterwards. Then he picked you up in his arms. Leaving the study room as you were still vast asleep.

Smiling down at you, he felt his stomach flutter. The butterflies out of control. His house was closer to yours, so he decided to take you there. Aunt May wouldn’t mind since it was you. She knew you well enough. Walking the way home, he hastened so you wouldn’t be long in the cold. He had to set your feet down, his other arm still around you to unlock the door and open it. Picking your feet back up, he found it genius how you could still be asleep. 

You must have been really tired. – “Aunt May?” – Peter said softly to not wake you. – “Aunt May?” – his voice going a bit louder. – “You in here?” – he asked, showing himself in the kitchen. No one was near, making him think she was out. With the house for himself, he carried you upstairs. So you could sleep in his bed while he went back downstairs to watch tv or so. He pushed the door to his bedroom open with his back, turning around to lay you in his bed. 

He was already half moving his upper body back up when he felt a strong tug, keep him in place. Your grip firm on his shirt. Peter chuckled nervously, moving his fingers nervously as to how he would get your grip off him. He took finger by finger to release the hold of his shirt. You groaned annoyed, eyes still closed, pulling hard at his shirt. Peter fell forwards, pressing his hands against the matrass and bedframe to prevent himself from falling on you. – “Stay…” – you outed sleepy with a tug at him.

Peter looked briefly up, questioning if he even should. He didn’t want you to have the wrong impression when you wake up. You tugging at his shirt again made him act quickly to satisfy your wish. Taking his shoes off, he threw them across the room. Scooting you aside, he came laying down beside you. On his back, eyes up to the ceiling, hands held on his chest to not touch you. Peter yawned once and long, feeling himself get tired as well. 

Studying for that long, taking its toll on him as well. After a few more yawns, drifted he away. Falling asleep beside you. It didn’t take you long to toss and turn in your sleep. Bumping against his body as you flopped your leg over his. One arm dropped onto his chest as you laid on your back. Peter didn’t seem to mind, vast asleep. When you turned over to your side, pressing yourself closer to him. One sturdy arm around him as your leg laid in an angle between his legs. Tossing and turning a bit more, your position changed till it settled for the rest of the night.

The morning sun came creeping through the curtains, falling on your eyes. Slowly waking your brain up from its slumber. Fluttering your eyelashes, you heard thumping in your ear. Your face slowly rising and falling underneath something soft. Lifting your head a bit up, you rubbed in your eye. Looking down it took you a second to acknowledge that you had been sleeping on top of Peter. Panicking you pressed your palm hard onto his chest, creating as much distance as you could. Peter shot awake, coughing at the sudden air being pressed out of his lungs. 

“I-I-I-I-I’m so sorry.” – you stuttered out embarrassed. Peter looking disorient around till he eyes settled on you on top of him. – “It’s… It’s okay Y/n.” – he answered, holding one hand behind your back. Feeling a bit shy himself that you had been snuggling with him during the night. Tugging some hair behind your ear, you stared down at him. Wondering if you should. Peter staring endlessly at you. Leaning down, you drew yourself nearer. The tense atmosphere drawing you closer. Peter placed his hand on your lower back, moving his head a bit upwards to meet you halfway. 

Stopping inches away from his face to observe him for a second. Eyes dropping from his to his lips. Peter set his shoulders back, lifting his upper chest more up as your lips came in contact with his. Inhaling sharply through his nose, kissed Peter you back. Lips brushing against each other to devour. Holding you, he set himself a bit better to, so he didn’t need to hold himself back. Moving his hands to your cheeks to kiss you fuller. Who knew all it took was some late study session to final admit your feelings for each other.

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