Marriage Proposal
Pairing: Dark Peter Parker x (female) Reader
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SUMMARY:Â You shouldâve broken up with Peter long ago. Now you deal with the consequences.Â
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You reluctantly look up from your plate at the feeling of a hand covering your own, the warmth irradiating from the firm palm making you itchy to remove the hand, but you let it be.Â
"Happy anniversary, babe.â Peter smiles at you, so genuine and loving, and you force your lips to stretch into a pleasant smile.Â
âI canât believe weâve been together for a year now. I feel like weâve only met yesterday but here we are.â he says with a chuckle.
âItâs as if time flies away when youâre in love, right?â
You weakly nod, opting to bring the wine glass to your lips to give you an excuse to avert eyes. But that doesnât stop the turmoil of emotions that devastates you inside, the guilt eating you away.
Youâre a horrible girlfriend. And a coward one too. One that keeps prolonging and dragging time, too timid to break-up.Â
Not tonight, you decide, delaying the confrontation furthermore. Peter is so happy and youâd hate to break his heart on such an occasion.
At least, thatâs what you tell yourself.Â
âThis place is really gorgeous, I love it.â you say, allowing your eyes to wander around the restaurant.
The place is indeed pretty. Elegant but at the same time, private and personal. It suits Peter.Â
Tension accompanies throughout the entire dinner as you play the girlfriend role dutifully, pretending to laugh at Peterâs jokes and smiling at him.Â
A part of you feels so bad for it, there used to be a time where you actually loved Peter.
You still like and respect him, heâs a great guy, unlike many men. But youâre no longer the same person that you were when you meet him.Â
And PeterâŠ
Heâs the one that took a 180Âș change. Deep inside, he probably means well, intending to protect you but that isnât enough to make you stay.
Not if you want to have a toxic-free life. A life without having to answer a full interrogation when you plan to hang out with friends.
A life without having to call and text your boyfriend about what youâre doing, otherwise heâll most likely show up at your workplace, face pinched with worry because you failed to contact him.Â
Youâre so caught up by your thoughts that you wince, surprised when people start clapping and cheering, everyoneâs attention fully on your table.Â
When you confusedly look for Peter, your whole world drops.Â
The world seems to stop when you look to your side as Peter gets down on one knee, a jittery smile curling his lips.Â
Your face drops in horror, mind frozen and unable to think.Â
âPeterâŠâ
âI know, I know.â he brushes you off, joy irradiating from him, âJust let me say this first, yeah? Iâm so nervous.â
Your mouth opens and closes a few times and you blink, unable to fully comprehend whatâs going on. This canât be trueâŠ
This has to be a prank, thereâs no way that Peter is actually proposing to you. But your doubts are swiftly cleared as a small and elegant velvet box appears in the scene.
NoâŠ
Peter clears out his throat with a small noise before looking at you, and you realize how nervous he actually is, a light layer of sweat in his forehead.
âI had this whole speech ready, you know. Been preparing it for weeks now.â he confesses after a long moment, shaking his head.
âTony helped me write it. Lots of fancy poetic words and-and I completely forgot all of it.â
âBut what I really wanna say is that I love you, Y/N.â Peter declares, his voice gaining determination, âFrom the moment I saw you, I knew that you were the one for me. I was lucky enough that you gave me a chance to prove to you how much I care for youâŠâ
Your heart tightens at those words and you clutch the tableâs fabric, feeling yourself helpless.Â
â... and this past year has been amazing. The best year of my life. All because of you.â Peter smiles tenderly at you, his hands working on opening the velvet box and you feel yourself tensing up when a delicate silver ring comes into sight.Â
âSoâŠY/N L/N, will you give me the honor of being your husband?âÂ
And just like that, you faintly nod, not trusting your voice to speak. Peter beams at you and you do your best to retribute, despite the numbness that strikes you like a bullet.
The restaurant explodes in a loud applause and Peter wastes no time in pushing the pretty ring on your hand, engulfing you in a tight hug.Â
âI love you so much.â he feverously kisses your head.
You push your face against his chest, hoping to hide the tears that burn in your eyes as you start regretting saying yes already.
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Jordan Li
fancy running into you here.
do you have a second to talk?
fancy running into you here.
do you have a second to talk?
Pronouns: He/Him/His, Male!Reader
Going on a whim by saying Jordan's parents are fully traditional
You watched your fellow classmates, teachers, and parents mingle around, many of them desperate to make connections with richer folks who could be their stepping ladders into getting more invested in the Supe world. It always made you roll your eyes watching parents desperate to make a buck off their kids as if forcing them to have life-altering abilities hadn't been enough to sedate their greed. You'd long lost your own family in the crowd after having slipped away with the excuse of needing the bathroom. Not many classmates had been as smart as you.Â
"Fancy running into you here." A familiar voice chimed from beside you, familiar enough for you to continue looking forward and sigh into the cup of vodka Cate Dunlap had so graciously gotten for you. Jordan slipped their hands out of their pockets and plopped down on the seat beside you, one hand reaching out to grab the glass cup from you and drink as well. Licking their lips, they asked, "Do you have a second to talk?"
"With you?" You turned your head to look at them and reached over to take your cup back. "Nah, I don't think so, Jordan. I'm a little busy at the moment."
Jordan rolled their eyes and leaned their arms against their legs, their eyes flickering over your features. "Doing what, exactly? Avoiding your parents?"
"You'd know a thing or two about that." You muttered, pouring the rest of the contents into your mouth before setting the cup aside and dabbing at your lips with the sleeve of your shirt. Jordan grimaced for a second, their eyes flickering away to search the crowd for the people they called Mom and Dad.Â
"(Y/N), I just want to talk-"Â
"And I don't, Jordan. There's nothing to talk about."
"There's a lot to talk about." Jordan snapped. "You ghosted me and then I learn from Cate that it's over? What the hell was that about?"
Truthfully, you had been rather... immature about dumping Jordan Li. Sure, instead of ghosting and ignoring them for a week or two and then asking innocent bystander Cate Dunlap to relay a break-up message to someone who had a hint of a bad temper and super strength in their masc form you could've sat with Jordan and spoken like adults, but you'd been left feeling pretty pissed off with them. Pissed off enough that you'd accidentally broken one of the water fountains without meaning to the day before deciding to go ghost. It wasn't completely your fault water naturally reacted to your emotions.
"I did you a favor, Jordan." You told them bitterly, sitting up in your seat. You doubted they'd let you leave so easily, especially with their hawk eyes trained and focused fully on you.Â
"By leaving me out of nowhere? You know what's worse than being dumped over text? Someone else telling you that you've been dumped, (Y/N). At least Cate felt bad when she told me. You pretended I didn't even exist!" Jordan huffed, their leg beginning to bounce and their jaw visibly clenching.Â
"I should've been doing that from the get-go seeing as you weren't even happy about being with me." You sneered and they blinked, eyes widening and shoulders slumping. Jordan immediately stood up and set their hands on the armrests of your chair, their fingers digging into the soft velvety fabric as they caged you in.Â
"You were the first fucking person to accept me. Shit, you- you're the whole reason I even felt comfortable coming out, (Y/N)! First day of school I was shitting a brick and then you had the fucking nerve to look me in the eye and tell me I was pretty. And then you said it again when I showed you my other form. Of course, I was fucking happy with you. You're the only person I don't feel insecure around."
"Should I remind you that you were the one who said I was 'just a classmate' when your parents visited? You didn't even want to call me a friend in front of them!" You reminded them, fingers curling around the collar of their shirt and pushing them back until you could stand. You released them, noticing Dean Shetty making her way over in quick strides. Jordan's face fell completely, their brows lifting slightly at your words. "You don't want to tell your parents you also like guys? Great, take your time. But at least let me know you're going to treat me like a damn stranger when they're around so I know it's not a serious relationship."Â
"(Y/N)-"
"There's plenty of people who'll date you and be your little secret, Jordan. I'm not one of them."
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hi I am the anon from the other day I was thinking about being in a established relationship w Don and he has a rough day a practise I donât have your talent at writing lol so do what you please after that ahah
Perfect Form
Don Hume x fem reader
wc: 2,900
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â ïž WARNINGS â ïž : smut, little plot, mdni, minors get out right now, penetration, fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, Don denying his own orgasm, aftercare
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Donâs skin glimmers with sweat. His hair is wet and slicked back from his shower not even twenty minutes ago. His pants leaning into his forearms that prop him up over you. His hips roll gently, and he slides in and out of you irritatingly slow.Â
âDon.â You whisper, reaching up to touch his cheek. Heâs burning, face heavily blushed from the bridge of his nose and down his neck and chest, âneed you to go harder.â
His eyes blink open, glancing over you agitated features. They travel down your sternum and stomach and catch on the desperate thrust of your hips to meet him. Instead of helping you out, he places a mean hand on your hip bone and pushes you down, holding you still. His pace does not change, arousal soaking the juncture of your bodies and poisoning the air. You whine at him and try to push against him but the only measured strain it takes to keep you down is the new flex in his bicep. âJust lay down and take what I give youââÂ
âCâmon, Hume!â
âFaster, Hume!â
Bobby wouldnât let him catch a break. Poor Don had been catching crabs all morning, his oar piercing the water at the wrong angle or the wrong time. Something was always wrong with him.Â
âDonât give me that shit, Donny! You can do better!â
âWhat is that form!â
He just needed to breathe for a second, get his feet under him. He could Joe angrily huffing behind him. Shorty groaning in frustration behind Joe. All Don could feel were their annoyed glares and the sting of their complaints. He was in the stroke seat, he could not afford to be off his game ever and yet there he was, floundering like an idiot.Â
âGet it together, youâre slowing this boat down!â
âPull that again and youâre outta that seat!â
He did not get better by the end of practice and the crew would not get off his case. They complained on the way to the locker room, inside the locker room, in the showers, on their way out of the shell house. Coach Ulbrickson couldnât even give him the time of day, telling him âIf you donât have yourself sorted out by tomorrow, weâre gonna have problems.â As if Don hadnât been told off enough. He fumbled through his routine, tuned out to half of what everyone was saying. He tugged on his jacket and then his shoes, not even bothering to tie the laces.Â
At this point the crew was more concerned than they were angry. Don was quieter than usual. His face was long and sullen. His gaze distant.
âWhatâs wrong with Don?â
âWhat should we do about Don?â
âHow can we help Don?â
On and on and he just wanted everyone to shut up and let him fix whatever problem heâs got. He left the locker room, his hair still dripping with the shower water. He found his way to your room without even thinking about, subconsciously knowing what he needed.Â
âF-fuck! You feel too good.â His head dips, hair tickling your collarbone. Your hands tangle in the dark strands of hair at the at the back of his head, holding him close. His bare body moves rhythmically. Slow and steady and restrained. He just wants to feel you, prove to himself that he as control. Youâd offered to ride him, let him rest his tired body but he flat out refused and shut you up with a kiss. âJustâI justââ As he trails off his pace slows even more.Â
âDon! Don, please!â
You canât handle this leisure fucking, you want him faster and harder. The drag of his cock through your drenched walls is lugging you to a harrowing climax. You feel that knot forming in the pit of your stomach. The broiling heat that electrocutes your veins and shocks your muscles.Â
âFaster, faster, fasterâŠâ
But Don just doesnât listen. His thrusts remain soft, and his pace still relaxed. It frustrates you to no end and the need curls painfully inside of you. You arch off the bed, straining against the hand pinning you to the mattress. Your hands latch onto his shoulders. You actually gain some leverage against him which allows you to buck your hips into his oncoming thrust. The excess force creates the most delicious sensation as his thick cock is stuffed further into your soaked pussy.Â
âHnângh!â Donâs lashes flutter and his brows draw tight, âHaâahfuck! Donât do that.â The way you squeeze him makes his head spin. Not to mention the fact youâre now grinding back. Don reckons that the only way to keep you still is to drop his full weight onto you.Â
That glorious feeling of finally getting that mind-tickling pleasure dies away has Donâs sweaty skin presses fully to yours. Chest to chest, youâre effectively trapped between him and the mattress. âNo-no. Why wonât you let me,â his lips cover yours in a callous kiss. The taste of that mint gum he likes to chew spreads over your tongue as his licks into your mouth. Your teeth clack, noses knocking as he rips away your precious breath. Your hands rake down his freckled arms. His own rough hands chase them down and fill in the gaps between your fingers and jam them into the pillows. Aside from your legs, folded by his hips, youâre completely stuck.Â
âWill you jusâ listen to me.â His lips abandon yours and he resumes his cold-hearted pace.Â
Tears well in your eyes, blurring his facial features and strangling your throat. It softens Don up a little as he watches you begin to cry because itâs how heâs been feeling all day. Finding some sympathy, Don grants you a deeper, harder thrust. He feels your stomach spasm at the newfound sensation. Your insides churn and you toss your head back and moan. Don tucks his knees under you, lifting your pelvis onto his thighs and forcing you to spread your legs wider. You squeeze his hands and sob as he hits deeper. His cock head drags over your g-spot, that rough little patch inside you that makes you twitch, with each of his calculated thrusts. Slick paints your folds, squelching as he pulls out to the tip and then shoves all his length and girth back in. Youâre speechless and squirming and totally helpless to his whims.Â
âBetter?â He plants a kiss on your tear-streaked cheekbone and nuzzles.Â
You choke and moan again, but you donât try to fight him. Instead, your toe curls and you twist. Your orgasm is building faster than he wanted but he figures he can just give you more. He feels the stress of the day melting away as he watches you slip into the mind-numbing pleasure he gives you. He does that. He does it perfectly and controlled and with excellent form.Â
âThatâs right. You fucking love this, donât you? Love me and my dick.âÂ
You wail and shudder as your insides uncoil. He delivers one more measured stroke and you cum hard. Your curl into him as your muscles tense. Clutching onto his hands so tight the knuckles crack. He canât even move his hips once your legs lock together behind him. The waves of your orgasm wash over you and your walls wring out wetness around him. He wants to cum too, so bad, but he forces his way out of your hold and lets his climax fizzle out before it can shred him.
You whimper at the loss of contact. Your eyes peel open to see him not far away, hovering over you and breathing deeply. His thumb finds your clit and draws circles around the under stimulated bud. âWhy...â You canât catch your breath. âWhy did you notââ
âDonât want this to be over just yet.âÂ
Don scoops you up and moves you towards the top of the bed. Your back rests against the headboard, a pillow jammed under your hips. He props your legs open and plants a few kisses on your sternum and ribcage before trailing down your belly. Your spasming, dripping core is fully exposed to him and he ravishes you with a ravenous tongue.Â
The velvety muscle curls and licks around your clit. It moves fluidly through your folds and prods your clenching entrance. âHnn, Don!â Youâre sensitive and lightheaded and now heâs giving you more than you bargained for.Â
He mouths at your core for a while, making an even bigger mess of you. Your fingers tug at his hair and grab at his shoulders but he cannot be coaxed away. His lips, bruised from your rough kiss, suck on your clit and drive you insane. He braces his hands on your thighs and dips his tongue into your hole. You shiver and grind against his mouth as he tongue-fucks your sensitive core. Each brush of his tongue along your walls makes your toes curl and your chest heave. You didnât get a chance to really recover from the last orgasm he gave you and heâs already steadily working you towards another.Â
His thumbs find the petal-soft labia and spreads your folds. You bawl. His tongue flattens out and draws over your exposed parts. Don is relentless in this, his coarse tastebuds relishing the sweetness at oozes out of your cunt. He licks from your clit to your hole, circles the tip just around the inside, then licks back to your clit. Don suckles at the bundle until your thighs shake before he allows his teeth to graze the swell of nerves. Slick and saliva drip down his chin even as he slurps down what he can.Â
You chant his name, âDon. Don. Donââ desperate and horny.
His hand leaves your clammy thigh, a rough fingertip pressing on the edge of your hole. His mouth works your clit, a faint slurping filling the breaths between your noises. One long finger pushes in. Then a second. Two rugged digits stroke your pussy and make you squirm. âFuck Don, fuckingâhell!â He can barely hear you cursing heâs so immersed. When youâre not looking at him buried between your thighs or studying the back of your eyelids, youâre watching his hips hump the comforter and sheets.Â
Freckles like constellations dot his sinuous back. The pointed ridge of his spine divides the expanse of muscle. Heâs tense. Still bothered by whatever has gotten into him today. He digs his fingers into that sore spongy g-spot and you writhe. Pleasure radiates from your overwhelmed core. The next high approaches fast as an avalanche. He works a third finger into you and itâs over. You go completely rigid as you cum again, gushing around his fingers.Â
âThatâs it, makinâ such a mess.â Don smirks, lips shining with cum.
You think heâs finished when his mouth leaves your cunt and lunges into a sloppy kiss, but then his fingers drag through your folds and pinch your clit. You jolt and keen, still fighting through the aftershocks of the last orgasm, and now heâs belligerently overstimulating that sensitive bud. You canât get a word in with his tongue down your throat either, all you can do his clutch at him and whimper.
Once your lungs are exhausted of air, his mouth pops off your lips and he wedges himself between your thighs. âStop trying to close your legs.âÂ
âPleaseâitâs soâf-fuck-ingâI canât!â
âYou can take it.â
His fingers rub fast, slicked up by your cum. He catches your clit between his digits and pinches again; itâs just enough pressure to border on pain. He bullies you against the headboard and steals your words away again. You try to kiss him back only to pant into his grin as you begin to wheeze. You donât know what to do with your hands. Your blood is boiling, body spasming, your mind blank. Your third orgasm hits just as hard as the first two, making you cry out. He eases you down and pulls you back down the bed. He falls into place behind you and lifts one of your tired legs.
âDon, I canât.â
âGive me one more, one more.â He promises, arm wrapping protectively around you. Your body feels like lead as the arm curled around you props your leg up. The other disappears and then promptly reappears with his cock pinched between his fingers. He pushes the tip through your folds and collects your slick. Heâs already drenched in precum, a wet spot on the sheets from where he was grinding.  âCan you do that for me?â He rests the tip against your weeping hole, waiting for you to reply. âNeed you to talk to me, sweetheart.âÂ
âFuck, Iâyes,â
He nudges the tip in and gently works his way back in. Heâs long and thick and well aware that heâs a lot to take whether or not he was just inside you minutes ago. But heâs going too slow, that same stupid pace that drove you nuts earlier.Â
âNot again, Don, please not a-again!â Fat tears drop across the bridge of your nose as you slump against him.
Donâs free hand soothes you, âShh, donât worry, just donât want to hurt you.â Upon your distressed whines he begins to fuck, hard and fast. He rests his cheek on your temple and rolls his hips as fast as he can while still pushing deep. You go alarmingly silent, and gun grabs ahold of your chin. âHey, hey, you okay?âÂ
âHnnn!âÂ
You clench and his pattern falters, heâs painfully hard and hungry for release but you must cum first. You raise up on one elbow; Don follows and slips his arm through the newly formed crevice. His fingers find the pert pink but that is your nipple and trace around it. He flicks it back and forth and eventually pinches it between his index and thumb. A drawn-out cry leaves your drooling lips. Donâs free hand finds lifted knee and he hoists it even higher and rolls his hips harder.Â
âOhââ your head falls back, and Don pecks your temple. âI-hah-have toâŠgonna cum.â
âYeah?â
Don fucks you so hard the bed creaks and mattress shifts, his skin slaps against yours and leaves behind a sharp sting. His leftover frustration bubbles up and takes over. Heâs absolutely savage in giving you your last climax. Broken moans tumble out of his lips as your pussy constricts around him. You suck up empty breaths and Don knows youâre close. He drapes your suspended leg over his hip and reaches for your clit. He musters up enough coordination to find his way through the mess and stroke the aggravated organ. He feels where his cock has stretched you and lets out the most guttural groan as he pinches his throbbing cock between his fingers.Â
Black spots obscure your vision as you cum. You thrash and collapse into him, âI got you. I got you. Iâm right here.â He whispers into your ear as you cream around him. He takes it for as long as he can withstand, wanting to help you ride out your high, but when the dam bursts he has to pull out and roll onto his back. He strokes himself from balls to tip once, twice, before his insides are racked with his delayed orgasm, and he spills creamy white semen all over his stomach. He pulls you close, rubbing your tummy with the hand still tucked under you.Â
âYou alright?â He partially sits up and brushes back your hair. Sweat has beaded on your forehead and your eyes have shut tight. He jostles your shoulder until you nod. âGood, let me clean you up.âÂ
He climbs off the mattress and crosses the room on his shaky legs. He draws a warm bath, adding some bubbles to it before scooping you up setting you in the tub. âAre you okay, Donny?â Your eyes open just a hair and kiss his hand. The blisters and callouses hurt your heart.Â
âI am now.â He returns the kiss to your nose before turning to analyze the state of your room. The mattress is damn near falling off the bedframe and the sheets have somehow been tugged from the corner. He lugs the mattress back onto the frame and replaces the sheets. He scrubs his cum off his belly then heâs climbing into the bath with you. The hot water eases the soreness in his whole body.Â
You soak together, billing and cooing about the day. Don lets it slip about practice and you snort. âThatâs what this has been about?âÂ
âHey, now,â A smile plays at his lips as you tease.
You swat him, âDonât even play innocent. Not after what you just did.âÂ
âDidnât hurt you, did I?â
âIâm only teasing, Donny, Iâm good.â
âSure?â
âYes, you worry wart.â You kiss his tender lips. He cleans you with soap and and washes your hair, fingers massaging your scalp. For a while you rest your head on his chest. Until your eyelids become heavy and youâre in danger of falling asleep in the bathtub. Don helps you out of the tub and into some pjs before heâs ushering you into bed. âYou should stay.â
âYou want me to?â
âYou ask too many questions, Don, get in.â He slips in and nestles himself against you. Heâs still bare, knowing heâll get too hot in his sleep and also knowing what heâll be like in the morning. The only reason her got you dressed was for the soul purpose and privilege of undressing you later. But thatâs for the morning and for now he just wants to cuddle up and sleep off a long day.Â
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