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☾writing advice☽
hi friends !
lately, ive been practicing my writing skills bc i don't think my writing is fluid enough nor do i think its cohesive. so, in hopes of becoming better, do y'all think you can head over to my inbox and shoot me some advice/things to work on??? criticism is encouraged and i rarely ever get offended, so pls don't hold back<3
here’s my masterlist:
thanks!!!! :)
#writing help#writing advice#writing#fiction#creative writing#freestyle writing#moon knight fanfiction#steven grant x reader#marc spector x reader#marvel fanfiction#mcu#cunaeparker#this is an unnecessary amount of tags but ya girl desperately needs advice
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hello !! i would like to request a friends to lovers trope bucky fics recommendations if you could ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶
Friends to Lovers
masterlist | req masterlist
friends to lovers is one of my absolute favorite tropes🥺
* = contains smut
ONESHOT
The Key Jangle by @delaber
Sick and tired of your many recent bad dates, you’re dreading yet another Valentine’s Day alone. When Bucky offers to show you what a night out is supposed to look like according to him, you get to experience what it’s like to date your best friend.
A Date by @delaber
you have a date and Bucky’s not exactly happy about it.
you by @lovelybarnes
best friends to lovers
Drunk in Love by @bethdutten
you get a little drunk at one of tony’s celebratory after-mission parties. and bucky is there looking so fine and-- fuck it. you can’t keep your hands off him.
*Three Hundred by @adrinktostopyourthirst
Bucky always makes sure his best friend is okay, because that is what you need. He's caring, but very passive and nonchalant, because you need it. Not him. He doesn't need that. He doesn't need you. Does he?
Obvious by @babyboibucky
You and Bucky are more than friends but less than lovers.
until his last breath by @witchywithwhiskey
when your best friend finds you destroying all the stuffed animals your cheater boyfriend gave you, he comforts you and buys you a new one.
Aching by @bbyboybucket
After Reader gives Bucky a massage, he realizes how much he likes her touch. // Or a friends to lovers story.
cookies, kisses, and stuff by @stevebabey
Something had... shifted. Yet somehow, nothing had changed. You can’t put your finger on it, but sometime between then and now, there’s a difference. Well, that much was obvious — a lot of things had changed since Bucky and you became friends.
*long awaited by @muchadoaboutbucky
Bucky asks you to come over, just to hang out.
one bed, two buddies by @bucky-bucket-barnes
You’re out on a mission with Bucky and Sam. Everything operates as usual until the room you’re sharing with Bucky only has one bed for the two of you. You try not to make a big deal of it, but that’s a little difficult when you both have some unresolved feelings for the other.
*Need To Know by @kikixreverie
When your best friend starts acting strange and you're left confused about his feelings, Natasha manages to convince you to try to make him jealous, what could go wrong?
To Let You Win by @delaber
a sparring match between you and your best friend turns into something you’ve both been keeping under the surface when he refuses to let you lose the game
delicate by @mediocre-daydreams
to soften his reputation, natasha suggests that bucky find a plus one to tony's party. chaos ensues.
Can I Kiss You? by @lanadelreyscokewhor3
you have a crush on bucky, and he has one on you. who cares if youre best friends. best friends kiss ALL the time.. right?
11:59 pm, December 31 by @lunarbuck
You've been in love with your best friend Bucky Barnes since fourth grade, but to him, you're just his best friend. It's New Year's Eve, maybe tonight will be different.
a million summers by @intrepidacious
Something shifts between you and Bucky when he comes back home from college.
voldka on the rocks by @kinanabinks
when you find out that someone you slept with secretly took photos and videos of you during sex, you feel betrayed - but bucky won't stand by and let that happen to his best friend.
Be My Muse by @themorningsunshine
Muse - A person or spirit that gives an artist the desire to create things
*it’s just a kiss by @witchywithwhiskey
your best friend bucky barnes decides he wants to see what it'd be like if you two kissed.
long awaited by @muchadoaboutbucky
*drunk off you by @cunaeparker
asgardian liquor comes in clutch, sam’s a cockblock, and tony’s parties have a tendency to get spicy
Buttercup by @buckyalpine
A Little Less Restless by @majestyeverlasting
As Bucky finds himself within the still familiarity of Brooklyn, he comes to realize that he deserves nice things. And, most of all, that he deserves you.
dear… whoever by @kashimos-hajime
a mandated series of long and short diary entries from the new head of R&D for Stark Industries.
the trials and tribulations of getting Bucky Barnes a second date by @buckyarchives
Bucky hasn’t kissed someone since the 40s and he needs a little… practice.
SERIES
*The Worst Idea Ever by @firefly-in-darkness
Wedding Season is brutal as it is but throw in two friends that decide to be each other’s plus ones and a mixed bag of feelings, what's the worst that could happen?
It’s All Fun and Games by @yikeswtfmate
A glimpse into Bucky and Y/N’s relationship, where they’re not together, but every single one of their friends would beg to differ.
*Ease My Mind by @buckyskorpion
Bucky Barnes is your best friend and, of course, you’re in love with him. But apparently Bucky is just fine with your platonic relationship - you’re going to have to do something about that.
Here Comes The…Ex? by @ghostofskywalker
Three years after you broke up, you received the one piece of mail that no girl ever wanted to receive from her ex: a wedding invitation. You weren’t even going to go, but all that changed when his best friend came barging back into your life and insisted that you accompany him to the event.
Best Boyfriend You’ve Never Had by @language-rxgers
When you find out your sister is getting married and expects you to bring a date to her wedding in two months, you panic, having not gone on so much as a coffee date with a guy in far too long. After all, being an Avenger doesn’t leave too much time for a life outside of work. So, when your best friend, none other than the James Buchanan Barnes himself, offers to pretend to be your boyfriend and plus one, how can you refuse? It seems like something that would come out of a movie. However, real life is never like the movies, and stories like this never go as planned.
*vacant mirrors by @whirlybirbs
shit’s been rough. shit was rough even before the blip. dr. hart shares an office with dr. raynor, and you share with waiting room with bucky barnes.
Make the Wave by @lostgirlmuseum
You invite both your best friend and your boyfriend to a three-day weekend getaway at a beach resort. This trip was meant to be relaxing, but tensions and jealousies rise as both Miles and Bucky fight for your attention.
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#bucky barnes fic rec#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes x f!reader#bucky barnes series#winter soldier x reader#best friend!bucky#bucky barnes friends to lovers#bucky barnes oneshot#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes angst#artist!bucky
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steven grant rec list
a lot of these fics have moments or mentions of marc spector x reader, but this is a primarly steven centric list. i will eventually be making another list for marc so stay tuned for that - <3
red flags | series (18+) - @astroboots
masterlist
categories: smut, some fluff in there too
word count: 109.1k (in total)
summary: sweet as he is, dating steven means you have to be willing to ignore a few red flags along the way
chocolate (18+) - @laters-gators
categories: smut
word count: 6.1k
summary: after weeks of pining for your coworker steven grant, sharing chocolate over a late shift causes sparks to fly
crush <3 (18+) - @mcusua
categories: smut, fluff
word count: 6.2k
summary: a simple date with your coworker crush turns into so much more
cheer me up before you go go (18+) - @missdictatorme
categories: smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst
word count: 4.5k
summary: you have a crush on your sweet neighbor, and after steven's bad date emotions surface. as the sexual tension between you grows impossible to ignore, a third party joins the chat, so to speak
meet cute - @scandalous-chaos
categories: FLUFF
word count: 0.6k
summary: you meet a cute gift shopist on your way to work
tuesday's on the phone to me - @spilledkauffie
categories: angst, fluff
word count: 2.5k
summary: steven misses a date with you; understanding and thinking that you'll never want to see him again, he apologizes and leaves...
ya rouhi | series (18+) - @skvatnavle
part 1 part 2
categories: smut, fluff
word count: 4.0k (in total)
summary: along with your new job at the museum, you meet a sweet gift shopist
good day - @oswildin
categories: fluff
word count: 4.0k
summary: you and steven work at the museum together. little did he know you had a crush on the man. after getting yourself into trouble, you and steven are both punished with an evening in inventory
a lasting impression - @writefightandflightclub
categories: ANGST ANGST ANGST (like your heart will break)
word count: 7.9k
summary: steven falls asleep on you. no... i mean literally on you
take over (18+) - @foxilayde
categories: SMUT
word count: 3.3k
summary: there's a girl in his bed and a wolf at his door
history lesson (18+) - @polaroidpetal
categories: smut
word count: 2.4k
summary: people say not to mix your personal life with working life. the rules change when your working life is a major turn on for your personal life
take on me - @oswildin
categories: fluff
word count: 4.6k
summary: you end up on an accidental date with steven, but it ends up being the best date you could've asked for. it leads into more, but things aren't as simple as they appear. with adoration strong for the man, you take a chance on him
lovin' arms to hold me | series - @harrysweasleys
part 1 part 2
categories: fluff, a bit a angst
word count: 8k (in total)
summary: being a tour guide at the museum and development a stupid crush on steven, only to have that all crash and burn when you find out about his date
where it starts - @silversweetpea
categories: fluff
word count: 3.9k
summary: you can't tell if it takes you a day a week or a month to fall in love with steven. you just know that you do
in you i find solace (18+) - @cunaeparker
categories: smut, fluff
word count: 6k
summary: thunderstorms are frightening. she finds herself wound up at her neighbor's flat- aka her best friend's residence. surrounded by candlelight and words unspoken. maybe the blown fuse was a blessing in disguise?
angry sex (18+) - @thatredheadwriter
categories: smut. fluff
word count: 2.3k
summary: steven's had a lousy day at work, but when he comes home to find you just getting out of the shower, the two of you find another way for him to blow off some steam
first time's a charm (18+) - @babyboibucky
categories: smut, fluff
word count: 3k
summary: steven's about to lose his virginity to you
the first move | series (18+) - @paper-n-ashes
part 1 part 2 (part 2 is marc x reader)
categories: smut, fluff
word count: 6.3k (in total)
summary: you work at a tea shop and you have a crush on one of your regulars, a cute museum worker. you're convicted that he's never going to make a move, until a "friend" of his tells you that you're going to have to make it yourself
stupid - @mrsknightt
categories: fluff
word count: 1k
summary: working at a museum had its perks, one of them being developing a stupid crush on your coworker
really, truly (18+) - @jangofctts
categories: smut, some fluff
word count: 5.3k
summary: a little incident at work lead to some private time alone in a back room with your coworker
like you better (18+) - @helpinghanikan
categories: smut, fluff
word count: 3.2k
summary: only a few hours inside his head and steven managed to annoy marc into making a pit stop before reaching egypt. but maybe marc isn't as bad as they both think
heavy metal lover (18+) - @ozarkthedog
categories: smut
word count: 1.2k
summary: steven fucks you with one of his batons after you watch him fight
holy mary (18+) - @vi-sinner
categories: smut, fluff
word count: 2.5k
summary: you and steven have been together for a few months, and every time you reached to take things farther he pushes away. but in reality, it has everything to do with him, not you
a little banged up (18+) - @grippingbeskar
categories: smut, a bit of fluff
word count: 5.6k
summary: you haven't seen steven in a few days so you decide to go to his flat and check up on him
sucking (18+) - @myfictionaldreams
categories: smut, fluff
word count: 2k
summary: steven seemed to have a fascination with watching you suck on your fingers
love you like the sun came out - @marc-spectorr
categories: fluff!
word count: 0.9k
summary: steven spends an evening with two of his absolute favorites - the egyptian exhibit at the museum and you
#steven grant#marc spector#steven grant x reader#marc spector x reader#moonkight#moonkight x reader#mr knight#stevn grant x you#moonknight fic#fic rec#steven grant fluff#steven grant smut#marc spector fluff#marc spector smut#marvel#mcu#marvel fic rec
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e's welcome sleepover
hi, my friends!
so, i thought that i would host a sleepover for my new blog to welcome myself back into the community. the sleepover will start today (5/20) and go until wednesday (5/24). if you do not want to be spammed by the even, block the hashtag #eswelcome sleepover.
here are some events that i have planned for the event:
✈️: drabble/blurb requests (character list here and prompts here, here, here, and here. or send in your own!)
😑: fmk
👨🏻💼: cast my mutuals
🏃🏻♂️: blog shoutout and compliments
tagging some friends to celebrate:
@perfectparker @writingwithbee @cosmicvibecheck @anime-parker @mairights @starkxroger @peterdarlingg @heavenlyholland @cumholland @farfrombarnes @yourstrulyamour @peterprkr @peterplanet @petersshirts @peterscurl @parkersbliss @parkersvibes @parkerpeter24 @parkerxpeter @cunaeparker @hollandroos @waitimcomingtoo @heyhihellowhatsup0 @mask-of-anubis @moonbeambucky @yackers @house-of-secrets @incorrectsibunaquotes @selfcarecap @euphoric-holland @euphoriaparker @worldoftom @quackeroos @spideybrie @sovereignparker @hopesbarnes @chaoticpete @gyllenhaalstories @honeymunson @blissfulparker @userholland @tomsrebeleyebrow @tommysparker @greynovmbers
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happy end of april, loves! never done one of these before but since I read a lot of fanfic this month I decided to show some appreciation <333 and hopefully I'll be able to do this every month !
please heed the warnings before you consume any of the content below and be sure to show some well deserved love by commenting and/or reblogging!
MOON KNIGHT
Condemnation in Disguise by @inklore (marc spector)
A little bit of a mystery by @scandalous-chaos (steven grant)
Torn Together by @inklore (marc spector)
A Handy Gift by @saintlike78 (steven grant)
A Night To Remember by @leydileyla (Marc Spector, Layla El-Faouly, Steven Grant )
Better by @writingdumpster (marc spector, steven grant)
Ceremony and Devotion by @rosemaremembrance [steven grant, marc spector, khonshu]
Venus, Planet of Love by @peterthepark (steven grant)
Put You to Sleep by @wint3r-h3art (marc spector)
Where Lust Ends, and Love Begins by @inklore (marc spector, steven grant)
Words Left In Silence by @leydileyla (steven grant)
In You I Find Solace by @cunaeparker (steven grant)
MATT MURDOCK
In the details by @catholicdaredevil & @someplace-darker (matt murdock x foggy nelson)
A Formal Apology by @someplace-darker
The Devil May Cry by @wint3r-h3art
NS.FW alphabet by @mindidjarin
I Met My Love Before I Was Born by @fluffyprettykitty
Making Love With The Devil Hurts by @waspswidows
Let Me Hear You by @waspswidows
PETER PARKER
Good morning, Mr. Parker by @spidervee [series | tasm!peter parker]
Unravelled by @spidervee (tasm!peter)
Ridiculous by @peterthepark (tasm!peter)
That Unwanted Animal by @spidervee (tasm!peter)
Hide and Seek by @softtdaisy (tasm!peter)
Wolf Teeth by @refairy (tom!peter parker)
And You Need to Know by @inklore (tasm!peter parker)
Maybe I'm Afraid by @softtdaisy (tasm!peter parker)
KIN AMC
Incipient Love by @murdocksluvrr (michael kinsella)
Remind You by @sobachka-korol (michael kinsella)
So Long As I Breathe by @sobachka-korol (michael kinsella)
Exposure by @daredeviledegghead (michael kinsella)
TRISTAN THORN
Constellations of Love by @murdocksluvrr
STEVE ROGERS
Last Laugh by @boxofbonesfic
BRIDGERTON
Please by @leydileyla (benedict bridgerton)
You Know Lying Is A Sin? by @saintlike78 (benedict bridgerton)
As Poets Do by @scandalous-chaos (benedict bridgerton)
#.sil's monthly fic recs#moon knight x you#moonknight#moon knight x reader#peter parker x y/n#peter parker x you#tasm!peter parker x reader#bridgerton x reader#mcu x reader#mcu#marvel x reader#matt murdock x reader#daredevil#daredevil x reader#kin x reader#michael kinsella#michael kinsella x reader#stardust#stardust x reader#tristan thorn x reader#steven grant#marc spector#steven grant x reader#marc spector x reader#fic recs#fic reccomendations#sil's april fic recs#april fic recs
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15 Questions For 15 Friends
Was tagged by @peanutbutterex thanks babes 🥰
Are you named after anyone? Nope lol my parents chose my birth name out of a baby book and I chose Cherry cause my fave color is cherry red 😁
When was the last time you cried? Two days ago while watching an episode of Black Lightning. I also did get a little teary eyed during a meditation I did yesterday
Do you have kids? Nope and I don't plan on it.
What sports do you play/have you played? I got my participation points in PE and that's about it. I'm not one for the sports.
Do you use sarcasm? When necessary.
What's the first thing you notice about people? Their eyes. The eyes are the windows to the soul. Usually a good indicator of trustworthiness.
What's your eye color? Very dark brown
Scary movies or happy endings? Always happy endings 🥰
Any talents? I mean I guess my writing skills are considered a talent idk. I have a decent ability to look at any object and kinda write a story around it so I guess that's something to be proud of
Where were you born? New York. Only stayed there for a year tho before we moved
What are your hobbies? Writing ofc, drawing, listening to music, watching all shows that my faves are in, daydreaming for hours of the day, etc etc
Do you have any pets? My one year old Rottweiler named Rocky, although I would consider him to be more of a small dinosaur than a pet dog tbh
How tall are you? 5'4"
Favorite subject in school? Out of the main ones it was always math, but for my electives, I love my advanced design and creative writing classes
Dream job? I don't dream of a consistent job, but I'm gonna publish my book one day and I can finally say I achieved my dream of being an author 🥰
Tagging: @peaceloveandstarrs @nosegoes @queen-of-stars @dickiemcgee @cunaeparker @bbqphantom @rodeoromeo @mudcrutch @muldoon85 @newportangels @carbuckety @run-down-that-dream @the-invisible-queer @disregardedletters @freakazoidvoid
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You didn’t notice me
Pairing: Platonic!Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader. ? X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader
Word count: 649 words.
Summary: You were in love with Steve, but he doesn’t in love with you because Steve loved someone else, maybe an event will change both of your lives.
Warnings: Mention of an accident on a mission, not corresponded love, Steve is an idiot.
A/N: This is my entry to @cunaeparker Saw‘s One-Thousand Followers Writing Challenge with the dialogue prompt #25:
“You can’t tell me that I’m in love with you because you were too busy loving someone else to notice me.”
@saiyanprincessswanie
My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.
I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other's people. The only exception is the ones I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and are not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.
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If you like it, please vote, comment, and give me feedback to improve my skills and reblog.
Tags: @sinceimetyou @navybrat817 @angrythingstarlight @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad @shield-agent78 @charmed-asylum @pandaxnienke @real-fbi @smokeandnailz @white-wolf1940 @tenaciousperfectionunknown @xoxonotme @bluemusickid @leyannrae @harrysthiccthighss @marvelatthisone
You opened your eyes when you heard the hospital machines, you let out some air, what you thought had happened, you dreamed it, well not all, the incident that had sent you to the hospital did happen, but the rest of the story, it was only in your head. Yes, again you dreamed that you had a relationship with Steve and married him, but it was nothing more than that, a dream, something that would surely never happen.
Steve had let you down so many times, you delusionally believed in him, not counting the countless times he talked about her and she wasn't you.
Three years ago, he was supposed to invite you to a date to celebrate your birthday and he never came, you waited for him for a long while, he didn't even apologize the next time they saw each other.
Every time I invited you, it was the same, you didn't know how you could feel so excited after so long, but the disappointment began to get bigger and grew every moment and more. You walked around the room with your eyes, having the silly illusion that he would be there, evidently, there was no trace of Steve in the place.
"I think it's time for you to forget it," Zatana said, causing you to be startled since you thought you were alone, you hadn't even noticed her presence.
"Is he...”
"He's not here obviously, understand, he doesn't care," she interrupted you,” but if there's anyone else who's worried, maybe it's worth giving them a try.
You nodded, she was probably right, well, Zatana was always right, in the end, Steve only thought of her and you didn't mean anything to him, you just understood. As soon as your friend left the room, that person came in, from the first moment it was lovely.
"Cap, Y/N has woken up," Nico reported.
"Who?" Steve asked.
“Y/N... the agent who saved your life, Steve, you have invited her out several times and, in the end, you leave her planted pretending that you do not remember that you invited her out, and well everyone has realized that, I think you should stop playing with her or if in another way…” She pointed to one's Staff to give him an indication of the threat.
That person started making visits to you and they even started dating. At last, you were living what you always dreamed of and being happy; something you had never even allowed yourself to imagine with someone other than Steve. You had even forgotten about the Captain.
A couple of months later you found Steve at the Base, but he was already so insignificant to you, that you didn't even notice his presence.
"Y/N," Steve called you.
"Captain Rogers," you replied.
"Can we go somewhere else?” he asked you.
"What's going on?” you questioned while trying to remember if you had any mission with him.
He guides you to one of the empty rooms, it looked very serious, maybe if they had any mission, you should have paid more attention to the morning meeting, but it had seemed so boring, you saw it waiting for it to start talking.
"I like you and I want you to be my girlfriend," he said suddenly.
You started laughing, you couldn't believe it, it seemed like a mockery after everything that happened, you had already given him too many opportunities and now you were happy with that person, so Rogers just didn't have any chance anymore.
“You can’t tell me that I’m in love with you because you were too busy loving someone else to notice me.”
"Are you rejecting me? Do you know how many...?"
"I don't care, goodbye Rogers," you replied as you raised your hand showing him the engagement ring. You turned around and left, later you had a date with the person you loved.
#saws1kfollowerswc#Steve Rogers#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x agent of shield reader#steve fanfic#steve rogers fanfic#steve rogers one shot#steve rogers fic
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Moon Knight
ONESHOTS
A Long Night by myfictionaldreams
Sucking by myfictionaldreams
Praises by myfictionaldreams
Hey Stephen, Steven Grant by luna-writes-stuff
Fit to Burst by astroboots and thirstworldproblems
Gift of Min by astroboots
While We Untangle by charnelhouse
Baby, It’s Violence by charnelhouse
Protection (Baby, It’s Violence Drabble) by charnelhouse
Keep Your Vigils on the Road by charnelhouse
Our Little Thing by wysteria-clad
Iced Out by charnelhouse
But You Can’t Wait to Sink In by moonknightly
In You I Find Solace by cunaeparker
Cheer Me Up Before You Go Go by missdictatorme
Open My Eyes by missdictatorme
When the Dark Comes by missdictatorme
The Thin Line by missdictatorme
With the Lights Out by moonknightly
Mirror’s Edge by astroboots
Venus, Planet of Love by peterthepark
Two Years by peterthepark
Each Time You Fall in Love by peterthepark
Domesticity by spectors-moon
Yours, Mine, Ours by missdictatorme
Stranded All in Love by charnelhouse
Anxious Attachment by midgardian_witch (on AO3)
Relief by eyelessfaces (on AO3)
Good Boys Get Rewards by Plethora (on AO3)
Blood and Wine by eyelessfaces (on AO3)
Tired and Wounded by eyelessfaces (on AO3)
Bathroom Floor by eyelessfaces (on AO3)
Best Steak in Town by TheSomethingNetwork (on AO3)
More Than I Remember You by Eating_Flowers (on AO3)
Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall by Romana_Rose (on AO3)
Fated by ghostwiththemostbitch (on AO3)
Fuck You Like an Animal by Romana_Rose (on AO3)
You’re an Asshole, Spector by Bee_Bea (on AO3)
Sunshine by hoedamneron (on AO3)
For I Have Sinned by butterflykissiies (on AO3)
Arabian Nights by mischief_and_mercy (on AO3)
Broken by LadyAbigail (on AO3)
Dream Walking by LaMamadeJam (on AO3)
Blood in the Sand by Satanic_Burp (on AO3)
Once Upon a December by Satanic_Burp (on AO3)
Pinky Promises & Glow Stars by softlybarnes (on AO3)
Of Dates and Forgetting by LaMamadeJam (on AO3)
Triggered by missdictatorme
Imagine you being a mutant... by missdictatorme
Soft Smut with Steven Request by missdictatorme
Dark Denim & Coffee by grantspectortrash
The Bird Ruins Date Night by grantspectortrash
Fly Me to the Moon by grantspectortrash
Because I Want To by grantspectortrash
Lover Boy by grantspectortrash
Baby, Kiss it Better by moonknightly
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Clingy / Drunk Bucky Fic Rec
I binge read clingy & drunk bucky oneshots till 2am and now that i’m conscious i’m gonna make a list.
Clingy by @sleepypanda27
Steve and Sam bring home drunk Bucky, the reader takes care of him. It’s fluffy.
Crazy In Love by @/sleepypanda27
Bucky is in love and he doesn't care what others think about it
In Your Arms by @writemarvelousthings
goes to bed early because they're tired, but soon after comes back out of the bedroom to get their partner because they don't want to be in bed alone.
Sober Thoughts by @tropicalcap
James Barnes doesn’t get drunk, until he does.
Maybe Later by @lovelybarnes
"marry me" "maybe later"
You’re way too drunk by @storiesnobodyreads
reader goes out with friends and gets a little too drunk. She calls Bucky, her boyfriend, who is overprotective and comes over to the club.
Drunk by @lifeasadorkwithnolife
You took Bucky out to a bar, seeing how you two were getting back from a tiring mission with HYDRA, and Bucky needed to loosen up.
Pudge by @buckyalpine
Bucky being absolutely adorable.
Cheeky by @/buckyalpine
Bucky Barnes does not back down from a dare.
you know what rhymes with drunk? sex by @seventven
bucky comes home drunk after a night out with sam.
Drunk Words are Sober Truths by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
Bucky gets a little inebriated at a party and his loose lips let his secret slip.
Once Upon A Good Time by @shamevillain
Bucky wants attention so he’s going to use your biggest weakness to get it.
Drunk Buck Running Amuck by @coffee-with-bucky
Bucky is drunk and absolutely giddy with affection and you don’t know whether to thank or kill Thor
morning by @lovelybarnes
person a won’t let person b out of bed by cuddling them + person a peppering kisses all over person b’s face
Guess What’s On Your Mind by @tellmealovestory
Are you drunk?
You’re not going to work by @winter-soldier-vibes
Bucky comes back from a long mission so excited to see you. Little does he know, you have a full schedule that day. At least, you planned to. No way is he going to wait any longer.
Drabble by @pellucid-constellations
Fluff with drunk Bucky
Waking Up in Vegas by @wxntersoldiers
a weekend in sin city can change everything.
fuck it by @mellowswriting
Thanks to a little Asgardian liquor, Bucky gets drunk for the first time in almost eighty years. He’s more than willing to engage in a little drunken shenanigans with you.
I Think I Wanna Marry You by @likeahorribledream
During an after party at the Tower, you’re introduced to a new side of your best friend: Drunk Bucky. And Drunk Bucky has it bad for you. Really, really bad.
drunk off you by @cunaeparker
asgardian liquor comes in clutch, sam’s a cockblock, and tony’s parties have a tendency to get spicy.
Gone with the mead by @writingsoftheloser
There’s a limbo between confessing one’s feelings and the use of ‘I love you’ that’s filled with amazing, strange and sometimes insecure things. Or the one where Bucky Barnes underestimated Asgardian mead.
Guy’s Night by @teamcap4bucky
You used to think that Hydra missions were your worst nightmare. Then the boys started having “Guys Night,” and you realized just how wrong you were. Nothing ever good comes from this night...or does it?
drunken proposals by @bluehourbucky
too much alcohol leads to proposals
Imagine by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord
Imagine Bucky being drunk.
Day Off by @softlyspector
Bucky really wants to take a nap with the reader, but she just wants to read. (Bucky is a giant dog who needs a lot of attention)
#bucky barnes fic rec#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x f!reader#winter soldier x reader#bucky barnes oneshot#clingy!bucky#needy!bucky#drunk!bucky
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in you i find solace
pairing: steven grant x fem!reader
word count: approx. 6k
warnings: SMUT, minors dni. piv sex. very brief allusions to mental illness. friends to lovers. nothing too explicit, very soft :’)
summary: thunderstorms are frightening. she finds herself wound up at her neighbour’s flat—aka her best friend’s residence—surrounded by candlelight and words unspoken. maybe the blown fuse was a blessing in disguise?
a/n: new fixation! very happy that i found something to give me a much-needed boost:) very excited to be able to write again!! i’m not sure how i did writing stevens character as accurate characterization isn’t my forte but this character is so. endearing i couldn’t help but to conjure something up :3
Thunder booms from outside and rain pounds the windows of her flat.
The weather is all-too familiar for England, and if she was a native to the British island perhaps she would've become desensitized to the deafening blow of the wind and pound of the rain on her window pane, but as a non-native, a mere nomad in search of adventure, she finds herself trembling with every shake of the building and jumping to every strike of lightning that illuminates her half-painted walls.
Lightning casts eerie shadows on the flat's grey and turquoise finish. The paint combination is obviously quite garish, and she's always hated the gauche seafoam that's adorned her flat's walls, always taking time to indulge in a few hours of painting—but this storm ravaging the old complex? It instilled fear and left behind something ominous in its wake. The irony is comical; for a woman in search of life, usually running from country to country with a bold fearlessness tramping through her veins, it's funny that the one thing she's frightened of haunts her latest residence: the flickering of the lights followed by the ground-shaking rumble of thunder and the absence of light. Complete and utter darkness; borderline perpetual rain.
So, with a candle lit in her trembling hand, hot wax dripping onto her skin due to the unfortunate lack of funds required to buy a holder, she scurries out of her flat and heads to the only true place she finds solace in in this busy city—her neighbour's flat.
"Steven," she whispers urgently, banging on the wooden door. "Can you let me in, please?"
Mere seconds pass by before the door swings open. Steven is holding one of his own candles, and behind him she can see a large array of them scattered around his messy flat. His eyebrows draw into a worried line and his dark eyes soften when they meet hers.
"Y/N? You alright?" he asks, concern laced in his words as his eyes widen slightly.
She ponders for a moment but subsequently decides to ditch the confident facade in exchange for one a lot more genuine.
"Erm," she hesitates, starting to feel a little foolish. She shouldn't have come over. She knows she can't handle the pound of the rain and the all-consuming darkness alone, though—
"Y/N?"
Steve's voice snaps her back to reality. His lips part in worry and the concern in his eyes and the blatant care emanating from his pajama-clad body is enough to induce an unfortunate onslaught of word-vomit.
"Oh, God," Y/N finally starts to pour out, eyes glinting with mania, "I'm not alright at all—the darkness is terrifying and I can't stand to be alone in my flat when I have one single candle to light! I really despise the shitty fuse system-thing in this complex, I swear to God it goes out every time there's a storm but now it's midnight and there's no daylight to spare and if I'm going to be honest with you, I am petrified of the dark and—"
"Y/N, calm down."
Steven's surprisingly even tone interrupts her and he steps out from beneath the threshold, gently placing a hand on her arm. His gaze is calming and his warm touch acts as an immediate benzodiazepine. With Steven's emergence, she can see dripping candles and various stacks of books within the flat: it's undoubtedly messy and covered in paper and notes, but in the plentiful amount of times she has entered—whether it be for an evening top-off after a night out or to grab that sodden bra she had left when the sudden downpour last week forced the pair to scurry back inside—she knew his flat to be an oddly endearing second home.
"It's okay," he continues sweetly, even going so far as to offer a smile. "Come in, if you want," he gestures, "it's a lot darker in the hall, we don't want anything to jump out and attack us, yeah?"
He laughs, but there's a tight and nervous edge to it.
Y/N attempts a smile. Learning to take Steven's bad jokes was a skill in itself.
"Odd joke choice considering the state I'm in," she says. She also tries to phrase it like a joke, but now she can't help but feel as if something is now looming behind her. She looks in behind Steven's stout frame. "Erm, I'll come in now, if that's alright?"
Steven's eyes widen as he stumbles out, "Of course, of course—"
She practically leaps into Steven's flat. Quickly placing her burning candle onto a wooden table already coated in dry wax, she jumps into the bed, shimmying under the cold sheets. He hums as he locks the door. When he finishes up, he turns towards her and starts to walk towards his bed; his eyes aren't locked on hers yet, and his fingers work at the knot at the band of his sweatpants.
"So, be honest," he begins, still working away at the string. The effectiveness in which he works and the way his large pyjama shirt rides up over his torso (exposing his surprisingly defined abdomen) causes a swarm of butterflies to flutter in her stomach. Or, rather, worms—Steven is her best friend, and although others may deem him as odd, it was a blatant fact that he did have a sort of unkempt-handsomeness to him. Steven continues and doesn't pick up on the way her eyes travel down his body. "Why didn't you tell me about this fear? You know I can help whenever you're feeling stressed or freaked or upset."
Y/N's heart warms at the sentiment but she only shrugs and pulls the covers up to her chin. The warmth from the candles and the woody scent of Steven on his pillow only aids in her attempts to relax.
"I'm not sure why I didn't tell you," she says sheepishly. "It's embarrassing, I guess—I act all tough, but something as mundane as darkness terrifies me. It's odd and childish and stupid."
Steven parts his lips to interject, and she suddenly remembers Steven's constant insistence to stop the self-deprecating remarks—she instead follows her sentence with an unconvincing chuckle of, "I guess. I don't really care, though."
Steven raises an unconvinced brow as he walks over to the bed and lies in the empty spot beside her.
"You don't care?" He asks, although he doesn't pose it as a question, but rather a statement. His lip twitches into a small half-smile. "I mean, you seemed to care when you ran in here all bamboozled an' stuff."
Y/N laughs breathily, rubbing her eyes. "Yeah, well, sometimes we have to act like we don't care even though there's shit raging beneath the surface, you know?"
Steven's expression becomes distant and his usual warmth seems to fade.
"Yeah," he says quietly.
She picks up on this, but decides not to pry. Although Steven is a wonderful friend and companion, he is oddly secretive—it took her nearly three days out on the town to get him to admit his favourite ice cream flavour, and even with an exasperated throw of his hands in the air and an airy laugh, his answer sounded more like a question. Almost as if he himself didn't know.
Steven's sudden distance sparked a small silence.
Y/N realized that Steven probably felt lonely. Or thought that he would be ridiculed for the smallest, most unimportant things such as ice cream flavour (Steven's is lemon, and although it is questionable for her taste, she would never berate him). He was just a man trapped within a routine and a strong fear of rejection and ridicule.
In this revelation, Y/N's brows furrowed, drawn together with sympathy. She turned onto her side and placed her hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump ever-so-slightly. But when his dark eyes met hers, body rolling over onto his side as well, she smiled and she could sense some of that tension dissipate when his body seemed to slump into her touch.
Tonight, the darkness is scary, but spending it with Steven, bathed in warm candlelight, makes her appreciate it just a small bit.
"You're a good friend," Y/N says. "Thank you for letting me stay here."
Her words are hushed, for she fears for speaking too loudly. Typically the night is an instrument of fear but now the night morphs into something quiet and revered.
Steven's tired eyes seem to glow. A small smile weaves its way onto his face and she swears she sees a peek of crimson pass behind his sharp cheekbones.
"Thanks," he whispers. "You are too—and it's really no problem."
Y/N has to bite her lip in order to contain the wide smile threatening to weave its way onto her face. And for some bold reason she can't really understand, she pushes herself closer towards him with a hum, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. She places her head beneath his chin, resting it on his chest, and although she hears his breath hitch, she feels his hands slowly begin to lift the thin material of her blue camisole, caressing the smooth skin of her bare back. The movement is so heady it's nearly unnatural for him. But it results in an overwhelming sense of contentment both parties lack.
Y/N sighs and closes her eyes. She feels his head slowly begin to rest comfortably atop of hers, and it's enough to ignite a crazed fire in her heart. She never knew Steven Grant's warmth could be addicting.
They sit in comfortable silence for a moment.
Y/N runs her fingers through his dark, unruly curls and hears him release a shaky breath. Steven does the same. Then, he pulls away ever-so slightly, smiling softly at the small frown turning down her lips before pressing his forehead to hers, gently smoothing his thumb over her cheek. It's so bold and not Steven but it is. She can see her reflection in his eyes and its warm and content, swathed in candlelight and darkness.
Maybe, with Steven, she can learn to treat the darkness as a friend.
His breath mangles with hers and he is unbearably close.
"Y/N?"
He is so soft-spoken. The words are said so quietly the syllables hardly brush past his lips.
Y/N hums and lifts her head, barely nudging his nose with hers. Steven gulps, and although it's a barely discernible noise, it's enough to make her heart race.
"I... I love being with you, Y/N," he says. His eyes flit back and forth between her own. "You make me feel... not alone, anymore. You... you embrace the stupid oddities and quirks and are so loved for it—you are just... God, you're so amazing. Thank you."
Y/N's face crumbles into an expression of sheer elation.
"You really think that?" she whispers, eyes sparkling like crushed diamonds. "You think rather nicely of a grown woman afraid of the dark." She laughs and doesn't fight the urge to run her fingers through his scalp. "You're a funny man, Steven Grant."
Steven chuckles airily and brushes her nose with his. He says nothing. His smile, the overabundance of utter tenderness radiating from him... it's enough to make her heart beat out of her chest. She thinks it might grow wings and fly out into the storm at this point; and hopefully, it can join up with Steven's rapidly beating one too, and perhaps they can manage to fuse that chordae tendineae of the heart or spindle fibres of the cell and create something new.
Something whole.
Something that can embrace the literal darkness of life; something that can learn to fight off the evil lurking within that darkness.
And for reasons unknown, when thunder illuminates the room and the beautiful figure of perpetually exhausted Steven reveals itself to look rested, Y/N doesn't fight the urge to lean closer. Their eyes flit to each other's lips, lips parted in anticipation. Her nose, her lips, her forehead, they brush against his once again and his minty breath mingles with hers—she fights back a smile at the sudden vision of him brushing his teeth with candlelight. Oh, Steven. No one compares.
Perhaps she's waited too long, studying and revelling in the beauty that is him.
"Y/N," Steven breathes for what must be the umpteenth time that night. Y/N feels his eyelids flutter closed and she smiles—damn those enviable long eyelashes. He's so beautiful. Steven's lips barely brush against hers. "Is it alright if I—"
"Yes," she sighs, not waiting to hear his answer before boldly connecting her lips to his.
This kiss is soft and tender. It's unadulterated emotion and the simple placement of ones' lips on another. Y/N feels Steven's eyebrows furrow as he reaches up to gently hold her face, and her throat involuntarily allows a small whimper to pass through her nose. He smiles against her mouth, taking the liberty to gather a handful of hair from the back of her head.
It feels so right. Nothing has ever felt so right in her life.
She melts into his touch.
"Kiss me like you mean it, Scotty," she murmurs.
Steven smiles again, "It's Steven."
"I know."
"God, I love you."
Y/N's heart is surely going to burst now. She's not sure if he even noticed the admittance, but the sudden, gentle touch of his tongue to hers is enough to rid her of all thoughts she's ever had and all the thoughts she will have. She inhales shortly, tentatively swiping her tongue over his bottom lip before entering his mouth. Colours explode behind her eyes and although Steven's kiss is messy and frantic and hidden behind shades of dirtiness and desire, it's passionate and binding and tastes of citrus and mint. She runs her hands through his hair, tugging gently, and his quiet grunt of pleasure is the act that confirms—no longer is Y/N trying to ignore the pulsing growing stronger between her thighs. Embracing his tongue and the messy altering between passion and adoration and frenzy, she throws her leg over his own, lifting herself to straddle his thighs.
Steven's eyes darken and a thin sheen of sweat beads at the top of his forehead. His chest heaves and his mouth is parted in awe as Y/N takes the liberty to sensually circle her hips, moving her hands up her body starting with her torso to her neck, eventually wrapping them around her camisole. She bites her swollen bottom lip and her breastbone also heaves, overtaken by lust.
"Is this okay?" she asks huskily, leaning down to press a series of wet kisses to Steven's neck. As she sucks, she feels him swallow and nod.
"Y-Yeah, it's definitely okay," he sighs, running his hands up the expanse of her thighs and waist with hungry eyes. Suddenly, she has the urge to thank whatever higher power had her absolutely set on wearing spandex shorts to bed. Leaning down once again to press her lips to his, she rolls her body against the growing bulge under his sweatpants, gently biting on his neck. Steven grunts, and she feels the ghost of his hands reach to caress her bum before quickly pulling away. It seems as though he has chosen to lay his hands awkwardly beside him instead of touching her—it's enough to make her smile, because it reminds her that she is indeed intimate with none other than Steven, a respectful yet slightly awkward man.
She peppers a trail of kisses from his collarbone—thank the Lord for his oversized tee—to his neck and then to his earlobe, nibbling on the flesh. She feels him shudder and mutter something under his breath.
"Steven," she hums into his ear, fingers deciding to tangle themselves in his already wild make-out hair, "you know you're allowed to touch me."
He gulps. "I know."
"Then why don't you?" she says lowly, continuing to kiss his collarbones.
"I don't wanna disrespect you." He squeezes his eyes shut and tosses his head back at her touch. "You're too lovely."
Y/N's ministrations cease and her expression softens. She leans back to sit onto his thighs once more, gently grabbing one of his hands and bringing it to her lips, tenderly trying to convey how much that means without using words. And by the look on his face, with his stretched-out collar and wide eyes, she thinks he understands. She places a final kiss to his palm and instead of setting it down beside him he cups her cheek once more, rubbing his thumb over her cheekbone.
She sighs and presses another kiss to the pad of his thumb. "You're so sweet."
Steven only smiles in response. He gets it.
He pulls his hands away from her face and runs his fingers over the small design on the hem of her camisole. Aptly rolling up the bottom of the top, his chest begins to heave once more, and he sits up with her still in his lap, whispering, "Move your arms up. Please."
She doesn't hesitate, and the feeling of Steven's fingertips trailing the expanse of her skin is heavenly. He takes the camisole off, leaving her only in a nude bralette; he has seen her shirtless a few times, like with the downpour incident, but in this context, the softness of her skin underneath his rough fingertips is a lot more sacred. Pulling away for a moment, Steven takes the time to admire the whole of her, running his hands up and down her sides. He looks utterly enamoured.
"You're beautiful, Y/N," he praises, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips that has her frowning and chasing his own when he pulls away much too early for her liking. He then leans forward to kiss her neck to make up for it, a sensation so fruitful it has her throwing her head back and tangling her fingers in his hair, letting out a satisfied sigh. Steven pulls away, again too soon for her liking, but only before he runs his fingers against the elastic bottom of her bralette.
His eyes become darker, if possible, and he slowly eases the fabric up and over her head, exposing her bare breasts and the thrumming of her heart against her ribcage.
In past instances, the hunger that glinted behind former lovers' eyes was borderline malicious and animalistic. But, Steven? His stare is drenched in admiration. It's so raw it makes her core throb.
His mouth opens and closes. His hands continue to knead at the flesh by her hips. And for once, she and him both find the eager man at a loss for words. He slowly runs his hands up her stomach, and when he finally reaches her breast, the darkness behind his eyes is all-consuming.
"God," is all he says—no, groans—before suddenly grabbing her by the hips and flipping her over with a grunt, leaving him on top. Y/N smiles and cups his face in her hands, bringing him to her lips once again. Now, the kiss is dirty and longing, and all hints of sensuality are thrown out the window.
Steven pulls away, leaving a string of saliva attached to their lips before going down, down, down, letting out a quiet groan before attaching his mouth to her pebbled nipple. He gently sucks, occasionally nipping, leaving Y/N a writhing mess on his bed, winding her hands in his hair once again. His ministrations are sure to accommodate both nipples, teeth marking the supple flesh of her breasts and lips latching onto any expanse of flesh he can get.
"Steven," she whimpers suddenly, gently pushing his head away, "Can you take off your shirt?"
"Uh, yeah, yeah, 'course," Steven says hastily, even though he looks surprised when he glances down to his chest, seemingly forgetting that he had not yet rid himself of the scratchy fabric. He quickly takes it off and tosses it somewhere in the room, facing her slightly debauched form with a wide smile. "Better?"
Y/N's mouth runs dry.
She had seen his defined back through some of his tighter-fitting clothing. However, she had not expected him to be so... shaped. His tanned skin was littered with tiny freckles and old scars, toned abdomen taut and lean. Y/N was never really familiar with the idea of him being a regular gym-goer, but in his god-like radiance, she couldn't find it in herself to think or care about how these magnificent abs came into existence.
"Steven Grant," Y/N gawks, "you're really hot."
Steven smiles almost bashfully before kissing her breast again, using his other hand to knead at the fatty mound. "You're not too bad yourself, Y/N."
Y/N shakes her head and feels a blush crawl up her cheeks as she tries to hold her composure.
"No, I mean like, I would literally shag you at any given moment if I saw you on the street—oh." She throws her head back into his pillows when his teeth graze her nipple. "Steven..."
"Hm?"
She pushes him from her breast and looks him in the face. The shine of his saliva and the redness of his lips and the flush of colour flooding his face is enough to make her orgasm. He looks divine.
"You are beautiful," she says, throwing her arms over his shoulders and relishing in the way his bare stomach feels pressed against hers. "You are very handsome, love." She kisses him. "I mean it."
Steven is silent for a moment.
"Thanks," he whispers. He doesn't say much, but she knows whatever he wants to say has already been said, and he knows that she knows it, too.
Steven kisses her softly, passionately, sensually; he abandons the dirtiness for it is false. He falls back onto his knees, looking at Y/N through dark lashes as he starts to slowly pull the shorts and panties from her legs. Her breath catches in her throat when she is left completely bare.
"Steven..."
"Sh," he encourages, gently pushing her legs open. His eyes look from her bare core to her heaving form, and he spits onto his fingers before thrusting them before Y/N's puffy lips. "Lubrication," he explains.
She obeys, and if anything, the unawareness causes her to get even wetter. The saltiness of his fingers mixed with the sweetness of his saliva is enough to send her reeling. She sucks hard, closing her eyes and humming as Steve's other hand clutches her wet mound. When deemed lubricated enough (even though Y/N's been dripping the entire time), Steve makes a pleased noise and gently taps at her clit. At this she jolts, and without warning, Steve shoves two fingers into her cunt.
"Oh, fuckkkk," she whines, trembling from the absurdity of it all. "Shit."
"Yeah, that's it," he mumbles quietly as he sinks onto his knees, watching her squelching core with fascination. "Doin' so well."
Y/N is reduced to only moans when Steve expertly (she doesn't know where this experience came from, though she does not care to ask) curls his fingers upwards, hitting the spongy spot inside of her that has her seeing stars. She gasps and throws her head back, throwing out a hand to grab any part of Steven he would give to her. With a grunt, he reaches out a hand and she grips it tightly, trying not to make any loud noises.
"Y/N," Steven says from above her, tone sweet, "I want to hear you. Please."
"Mhm," she manages to respond. Tears form at the corners of her eyes.
Steven smiles. "Good."
Y/N trembles at the praise, only letting out a high-pitched whine.
"Oh, God, you're so—FUCK! STEVEN! Oh, fuckfuckfuck, I'm gonna come—"
The sudden fondling of her clit without warning is enough to push her over the edge. She gasps and arches her back, feeling waves of white-hot pleasure shooting through her body. She grips the sheets so hard her knuckles turn white and her mouth seems to be open in a perpetual o-shape, glimmering with spit in the candlelight, eyes squeezed shut.
Her pleasure is so visceral it is wordless. Steven smiles. He presses a multitude of kisses to her collarbones and tangles his fingers in her hair, making soft crooning noises as he coaxes her through orgasm.
"That's it, good girl," he whispers innocently, moving his head to allow her to grab onto his dark curls. Suckling on the juncture between her neck and collarbones, eliciting a content hum from her, she realizes that Steven's nature is so utterly caring and nurturing she knows his words aren't spawned from lust. It's genuine, and if anything, it sends another storm of fluttering butterflies to her sensitive core.
The pulsing inside her ceases, and Steven's touch doesn't feel so ghost-like anymore.
She opens her eyes and meets Steven's.
"Holy shit," is all she says. She laughs. "You're a madman."
A small smile quirks up his rosy lips. "Yeah?"
"Yes," she confirms. She moves upwards to tangle her hand in his hair, resting the other one on his back. He presses his forehead to hers and she hums. "You're quite something," she whispers.
Steven sighs.
"You are, too," he responds softly.
Gently, he grabs her hands in his, falling back onto his knees. He guides them to the waistband of his boxers and his eyes are dark.
"Is this okay?" he says quietly. Insecurity but flaming boldness flashes behind his eyes.
Y/N's heart flutters and she nods.
"Of course," she says. She looks up at him and nods once again, encouraging him. "Fuck me, Steven."
A noise gets stuck in his throat at her words. "God," he groans, shaking his head with a small, incredulous smile, "I'm the madman?"
Y/N grins.
And with that, he falls back down on top of her, allowing her to pull down his boxers. The moment it takes to awkwardly wiggle out of them is barely even remembered (besides from Steven's loud yelp when he lost his balance and almost fell off the bed, eliciting an ugly snort from Y/N's naked frame) before she catches sight of his cock: if the thickness isn't the most impressive asset of his, it's the length; Y/N has to hold back the involuntary bulge of her eyes at the sight.
She gulps. She expects nothing less than a staggering gait for the next week.
Steven's eyes are piercing as he lowers himself down, placing his elbows beside her head. He kisses her forehead and mumbles against the hot flesh, "You ready?"
Y/N hums and rubs her hands over his back. "I've never been more ready for anything."
At that, the smile that lights up Steven's face is so soft it can be compared to the finest of cashmeres. Sweetness and adoration is practically dripping from his entire being and when he finally pushes into her, the tip slowly stretching her opening, they both gasp.
Steven grunts and lets his head fall into the crook of her neck. He begins to thrust, setting the pace so unbelievably gentle and slow and passionate it nearly causes her to shudder and go limp. He's grounding. Every ridge of his cock within her walls is perfect, as if the conjoining of their bodies has always been fate; something put rigidly in-line by a higher power. A sense of liberation from earthly conditioning and a taste of destiny.
For a brief moment, she decides that the gods Steven studies so avidly are most definitely real in order to produce a sensation such as this.
Her hands clutch at Steven's back as her mouth falls open, feeling his thrusts pick up in pace.
His lips fall from her name like a prayer and she tugs his hair, throwing her head back into his soft pillow. It's Steven everywhere and it's all-consuming: his smell in his pillows, sheets, the warmth of his skin and the expanse of small freckles on his back. She could get lost in him.
"Fuck," she moans. Steven continues thrusting. She knows he can't speak and she sees the urgency and love in his eyes when every dark curl bounces against the sweaty sheen of his forehead. "You're so good," she continues praising, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I trust you, fuck, I love you so much, Steven."
His groan is guttural. "Shit," he whimpers.
He begins picking up his pace. The sound of moans echoing throughout the flat - one deep and one high-pitched - is a dirty cocophany of raw human emotion. The sound of his balls slapping against her wet heat, the sound of his gasps when she scratches her nails down his back. It's too much yet not enough.
"Harder," Y/N gasps desperately, squeezing him tighter between her thighs.
His head falls into the crook of her neck once more as he manages to groan out, "I don' wanna hurt you."
"I don't care."
Steven's body shudders and he nips harder at her neck. "Fucking hell."
He slowly pulls out and leaves her entrance dripping before slamming back in once again.
Y/N cries out and clutches at the sheets once again, eagerly welcoming the large hand that flies out to grasp it. Steven looks utterly debauched: his murmurs of praise mixed with the sheen of sweat on his body, the contours of his abdomen and his long eyelashes that flutter with every perfect clench of her walls is enough to send her over the edge alone. She always knew he was handsome, but in this state, his attractiveness is nearly enough to make her come.
She squeezes his hand in hers and manages to make eye contact. The sounds have faded into the background and she's only focused on the building orgasm between her thighs and the look of utter pleasure etched into Steven's face.
"Fuck, Stevie," she whimpers. Her cries egg him on and she feels the tip of his cock brush her cervix, sending her into a spiral of loud moans. His dick is so deep she can almost see it through the walls of her stomach. The sight causes her to gasp and throw her head back, arching her back as Steve disconnects his lips from her neck to instead place them on her lips. He kisses her with fierce intensity, swallowing her moans and attempting to cover his own.
"Shit," he whines, causing his teeth to clash with hers, "I'm really fuckin' close."
Y/N pulls away ever-so slightly, a string of saliva keeping them connected. She leans up to kiss his shoulder and cups his face with her trembling hands.
"Let go, honey," she encourages, eyebrows furrowing into a pleasure-filled line. She kisses him again, initiating the dirtiest kiss of the night; she licks his tongue and he nips at hers with a loud whine, pressing his lips to hers, hard. "Come inside of me, Steven—"
"Oh, fuck!"
His cry is guttural and laced with pure ecstasy. He grunts as his thrusts become irregular, and Y/N gasps, pulling his head close to her. She kisses his hair and coaxes him through his own orgasm, hushing him with her own sweet words, rolling her hips up to meet his sputtering cock. He's coating the inside of her walls with his seed and it's intimate and hot and sensational, and Lord, if she didn't come from penetration, this alone would be it.
"That's right, it's okay," she coos, rubbing his back as his grunts start to become deeper in pitch. "You're doing so good."
Steven shudders. The slow roll of his hips cease and he finally stills inside of her, meeting her heaving breastbone with his chest. Y/N continues to whisper as she gently threads her fingers through his unruly hair.
There's a content silence.
Steven then lifts his head up, revealing a pair of dark, hooded eyes clouded with lust and exhaustion.
"You didn't come," he says suddenly.
Y/N is stunned for a moment. She was so lost in his beauty that the idea of coming had completely left her mind, and she can't recount a time that had ever happened. It's quite new. An experience unparalleled to any other. It's something lovely and wrapped in the soft clutches of admiration.
So, all she does is smile, and bring his soft lips to hers.
"I don't care," she whispers. "Just being here with you is enough."
Steven looks unsure. "Are you sure?"
"100%."
"You're pulling my leg."
"No, I'm telling the truth!" she laughs, throwing her hands up as Steven gives her a look. This look is prolonged when he collapses beside her, resting his head on his palm. Y/N turns to her side to meet his gaze, eyes clouded with mirth. "I'm being honest, I truly didn't care - just watching you was enough to satisfy me."
Steven frowns. "What is that even supposed to mean?"
Y/N shrugs, containing a smile with a bite of her lip as she moves her head up to rest on his bare chest. She feels his arms instinctively wrap around her and it sends her heart into a crazed thrum.
"I dunno," she tells him. "I guess it means I like you or something." The admittance is attempted to be said casually, and she hopes Steven takes it as such, but the pounding of her heart beneath her ribs and the hopefulness she exudes is enough to make her combust. She tangles their legs together and says no more.
She feels Steven reluctantly nod in agreement before the movement suddenly stops.
"Wait," he says. Confusion is evident in his tone, "You like me? Me?"
"Yes," she breathes.
And for once in his life, Steven stops talking. Instead, a love-drunk smile weaves his way onto his face as he pulls her naked body closer.
"Interesting," is all he can manage.
"Indeed."
Steven rubs her back and feels her breath against his chest.
"Y/N?" he implores.
She perks her head up, although her eyes are closed, and hums.
"I.. I, uh, like you too. I think." he says quietly.
He feels Y/N's smirk against his skin. "You think?"
Steven is silent for a moment. "Uh, yeah?"
"You're funny," she chuckles breathily after a second. Sleep coats her words like syrup and she finds herself pushing closer into his warmth. And before she drifts off to sleep, Steven feels her lips twitch into a contented smile, and he knows that although he might've phrased his own admittance wrong, she still understands. She'll always understand him, and she'll always relish in his presence, whether it be intimate or strictly professional or nothing other than platonic. And when she finally does drift off to sleep in Steven's arms, the smile he gives her is saturated with every nighttime top-up, every conversation about foreign lands and Egyptology, every tender fleeting touch they both failed to recognize... it's one of utter admiration, and oddly, acceptance; for the odd pair that is Steven and Y/N, two persons in search of contentment and the sense of home—they can finally manage to find solace in each other.
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what the FUCK is this a anon doing...... as a white person, i apologize on the behalf of this revolting creature. i am so so sorry. they literally make no sense whatsoever what are they trying to prove 😭
Stupidity is a disease! Hope they get well soon but for now here are some things the CDC will recommend if you are this stupid:
-shutting the fuck up!
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ur writing and use of vocabulary is sooooo good pls teach me 😩 imma big fan hehe
NAURR i’m literally reading 1 of ur fics (half way thru actually) & u cannot be sayin this 2 me when ur writing is THAT good 😩🥰 THANK U SOOO MUCH :’) THIS WAS V SWEET, I RLY DO APPRECIATE IT 💘💘💘
#it’s the fic where we die SHXHSHSJ#peter: h-#every1: no one in ur life is alive. how u feelin?#cunaeparker
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hey love. i just wanted to come on here and mention how thankful i am for your constant feedback on my writing. it means so much to me and i can’t even muster up any words to say how grateful i am for it !! it genuinely makes my day and then some. i literally see your reblogs in bed and have to utter a little scream lol i get soooo excited.
but yea, thank you so much <333 you are so sweet!!!
Ohmygosh you are so sweet!!
I get so excited when I see you tag me because I know for a few minutes while I’m reading it I’m going to get lost in these beautiful worlds you create and I wish I could be more eloquent when I comment on your fics and offer more than just exclamation marks and screams lol
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gif banners for @cunaeparker ‘s masterlist!
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ari’s note: the glow effect didn’t turn out as i had hoped coz the gif was a bit too bright. i didn’t want to darken it more coz you can’t see tom’s face anymore ☹️ the peter parker banner tho is *chef’s kiss* hope you like the banners sawyer! send me a message if you would like me to re-do them.
if any of you would also like these kinds of banners, just send me a message/ask and give me a specific gif/clip you want me to edit! i also do gif headers like the one i’m using rn.
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do u have any long peter fic recs ???? thank u 🥺🥺
i don’t really read series much, if that’s what you’re asking, but @spideypeach has a great siren oc fic with peter that’s wonderful to binge read :) you can also check through my fic rec tag and maybe find some!
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Twisted steel and sex appeal ↬ p.p
A/N: HEYYY It's mee remember? :D Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me ;) This is a suuuper late submission for @starksparker and @cunaeparker 's writing challenge lj;sl also thank @justapurrcat for being an ANGELL <3<3
Summary: There was something different about Peter Parker, and you were gonna find what it was till your last breath.
Warnings: little smutty (18+ only!), smoking. morally grey characters? mentions of Sk*p Wescott and the thing he did, let me know if I miss something!
Pairing: College!Peter Parker x College!Reader (grey?)
WC: 4.9k
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"Spider-man's name… Spider-man’s name is Peter Parker!" the screen on time's square buzzed with static, just as Spider-man- Peter Parker's mind blazed with fury.
New York went silent on behalf of their hero, the only sound was the blaring cacophony of J Jonah Jameson’s voice spewing what could only be said in simpler words as bullshit.
"That's you." MJ whispered, now with her feet on the ground. Peter has never felt so blinded before.
The crowd bustled with the excitement of first year students, each of them either frantically searching for their classes or making new friends, some who had already come in with their friends or significant others. It wasn’t like the usual high school crowd of sweaty bodies and jocks, it had a different air in itself. An air of excitement that would rival a lover’s beating heart, air full of excitement for a fresh start.
Navigating his way through the crowded corridors, Peter finally saw his classroom for the day- Chemistry 101, nearly jumping in excitement as he entered the auditorium full of balcony seats. Looking at his surroundings, his heart clenched.
As a major in chemical engineering, Peter was very excited for his first class. He hasn't felt this kind of excitement since he had discovered Tony Stark sitting on his ratty couch next to his aunt back in the day.
Entering the room, he was relieved to see that he wasn't the only student there, or that the professor had not come over yet.
Finding a bench in the back corner of the classroom, he smiled at his benchmate, shuffling his backpack and books on his bench. Sitting straight, he took a deep breath, looking up when the class went silent.
His mind flashed to his old high school, the distinct lack of Ned's presence as he studied in CalTech was a little suffocating, the lack of his inquisitive voice leaving Peter's mind spinning.
Friends were overrated- MJ had said, and he couldn't help but resonate with that sentence.
Or so he thought.
“Hi.” He was startled out of his trance, nearly jumping off of his seat before he shook his head, chuckling at the giggles that brewed from.. from You.
You, Y/n L/n, were sitting behind him again, for some reason that was beyond his understanding.
He had first met you during the orientation, you were in the same position as now- sitting behind him- giddy and chirpy and excited. Excited for a new year and a new start- a fresh start. If emotions had smells, Peter would’ve smelt the anxiety and fear in you. He would’ve smelt the excitement and the nervous energy at the prospect of starting a new milestone.
But he didn’t. He had been more withdrawn than normal that day, because he was moving from New York, from a home he had known ever since the day he was born. The smell and taste and feel of New York was instilled in his memory- a core memory in his brain that would take stronger than a memory spell to vanish.
So he kept quiet that day, choosing to nod and smile and respond shyly to whenever you poked his shoulders with your new pen.
Peter has always been an extrovert his whole life- he was shy and closed, rarely talked to people- but he was an extrovert at heart. He liked having people around, having the people he loved around. There weren’t many people on his list of people, and he learned pretty quickly that the more people he added, the more they left.
Being Spider-Man taught him a lot about his life, one of them being that he couldn't trust many people. People would fake their way into his heart and then end up tearing it apart. He learnt that the hard way in London.
It had taken a long time for Peter to recover from the betrayal, hadn't recovered fully even, but for some reason, he felt attracted to you. You had wormed your way into his small circle, he just had a hard time showing that to you.
Peter Parker wasn't one to be emotionally constipated, he loved to display his emotions, but the shy part of him always felt too much when he tried to publicly talk to strangers. But talking to you felt… familiar.
It felt like talking to Ned when he had first met him, like eating dinner with May every Friday and lab sessions with Mr. Stark every wednesday. It was easy and beautiful.
He just felt weary of adding you to the list of people of the inner circle. It was like a curse around him, one that he so desperately tried to overlook despite the circumstances. The last time he had impulsively added someone to the list, they had ended up betraying him in the harshest way possible.
(Quentin Beck, he said that he would protect him. That he was a hero and not trying to replace Mr. Stark, but Peter, like the naive, sad, desperate child he was, trusted him.
No one would ever know what happened at the bridge that day, EDITH was disabled and some measly newspaper like The Daily Bugle should’ve known better than to believe that New York would ever let their favourite hero down.)
“What are you thinking about?” You whispered, snapping him from his thoughts.
Lips twitching, Peter shook his head slightly, shoulders bunching up before turning back to the front, "none of your business."
You frowned slightly, amused by the shy boy in front of you. Ever since you had met him during the orientation, you had been intrigued by the boy. You had seen the news, everyone in the country had, and you might have not been there to witness what spider-man had allegedly done, you knew deep in your mind that the hero could never do it.
Spider-man had been the talk of MIT ever since Peter Parker had arrived. It wasn’t news to people, and Peter hadn’t bothered covering it up either. He would leave classes to fight the villain of the week, come back bruised and injured and sleep deprived and still manage to turn in his assignments.
The professors turned a blind eye to him, some sympathising for the hero, some were indifferent to it. Spider-man might as well be one of the biggest conspiracies since Iron Man stopped selling weapons.
But that was not what pulled you towards him. You’ve had friends before coming to college, some flaky and some loyal. The thing about highschool students is that they’re desperate for someone to be involved in their lives- platonic or romantic. They readily accept friendships when thrown at them.
You reasoned that Peter was one of the shy bunch- the one who had deep rooted trust issues and only revealed in having one or two close people.
One of your flaws, if you could call them that, was that you were a people's pleaser. You unknowingly volunteered yourself to jump out of your comfort zones just to make someone comfortable.
Sometimes it became an issue. Unfortunately (or fortunately, some would say), your case with Peter Parker was one of the many of your "can't help but try to befriend them" ones.
You had practically made it your life's mission to befriend this boy.
(and maybe fuck him a little. Who would blame you though? those doe eyes were practically inviting you.)
"You're always sad, and you only ever talk about your Aunt. And mentor." You try to cajole a response, being offered with silence instead. Sighing, you try again, "do you have friends?"
Sitting back on your desk, you didn't expect an answer from the silent boy in front of you, picking your pencil to lazily doodle in your notepad.
"I do." He said softly, the classroom's chatter making his words nearly inaudible.
"Do they study here?" You pried, leaning forward as if conspiratorially.
"You ask a lot of questions." He hissed, clenching his jaw, the bone getting sharper as his muscles were pulled back. You could practically see him grinding his teeth.
"You don't talk much, someone's gotta compensate for that, so I ask enough questions for both of us." You shrugged, nonplussed by his tone.
"We're not friends, you're not obligated to talk to the sad lonely kid." He bristled, rolling his eyes.
You rolled your eyes back at him, clicking your tongue, "I'm not that kind of person, but whatever. I was just trying to make conversation because I think you're hot."
You could hear him smirk, back shuffling so that he was leaning against the back of his desk, nearly touching your fingers where they were dangling from yours, “you think I’m hot?”
“Nope.” you denied, a similar smirk playing on your face.
“You just said you do!”
“Don’t get cocky, I just said that to make you talk with me.” You shrugged, not really lying. This was the most conversation you had had with him.
“What made you think I would respond to it? What if I was gay?” He snarked, finally turning to look at you. Looking up, you nearly jumped, internally trying to calm your heart. His eyes weren’t anything you expected, you knew they were brown, but today they looked… different. More filled and dark, pupils nearly covering his hazel colored irises. His jaw was clenched, his entire posture catching you off guard, sending shivers up your spine.
"then I have a feeling you would make a great friend." you said, hands cold as you held them under your desk. His eyes lightened a little, a small blush forming on his gaunty cheeks.
"That's nice of you to say." He said, so quietly that you weren't sure you heard him right.
“Great.” You nodded, gulping and sitting back down. His posture slumped again, hand raising to answer the professor, as if nothing had just happened.
Or maybe it hadn’t, you had just imagined it. Overanalyzed it. Spider-man’s origin story wasn’t a secret to anyone. You knew too many facts and now you were looking too much into the tiny gaps.
That was it.
***
It was past midnight, and Peter was used to being tired.
With being Spider-Man, burning the ends was something he was- unfortunately accustomed to. He had always been a little unusual, sickly kid who spent more time in a hospital than a school, until a radioactive spider bit him- and that didn't make things any better.
People died, people left, muggers won and knives took residence in his body. But for some miraculous reason- one that left Tony Stark too stunned for words, Peter Parker never stopped being kind.
A mugger always found an opportunity to repent his sins, a murderer redeemed with a promise for a better life.
Villains in his life won more often than not, but Peter counted that as a victory. Until Mysterio flew into the picture.
He didn’t need redemption for what he did though, all he did was save Europe, and what he got in return just… snapped something in him.
And when he finally heard the satisfactory- sickly, crunch of breaking bones under his feet, he felt… he felt infinite. Spider-man always pulled his punches, but Peter Parker was tired of constantly being brought down by the people he respected in his life.
He didn’t care what people thought of Spider-man, but as long as Matt “I’m a good lawyer” Murdock was willing to prove that Peter Parker didn’t kill Mysterio, he was good.
The only problem was that he finally felt free. Like the air in his lungs had returned. He felt good and it made him sick to his stomach.
Bad things happened in Peter Parker’s life, and it was about time he was paid back for it.
Yeah, being Spider-man was exhausting, but so was being Peter Parker.
But the thing about being him is that he found solutions. He had the blood and sweat of a scientist, so naturally, he was great at coming up with solutions. The day his head started to feel heavy? He cut his hair off to a buzz. His lungs felt suffocated? He filled them up with smoke.
Being spider-man had its perks- he wasn’t at risk of cancer- heck, he had left that road behind the day he got bit by a damn spider.
Besides, smoking on a lonely rooftop of a frat house felt cathartic, the spidey suit clinging to his frame, moist air not nearly as suffocating as the scalding taste of tar in his mouth. He was used to being alone these days, the only people he talked to was Ned, MJ and his family.
At least he thought he only talked to them.
“One of those cancer sticks takes six minutes of your life, I saw you smoke three of them in succession, that’s eighteen minutes.” You chirped, sitting beside him as he continued to stare ahead.
“Did you get that from Criminal Minds?” He rolled his eyes, finally looking at your grinning face. You looked like you had woken up and come straight to the rooftop, hair ruffled and clothes wrinkled.
"Welp, aren’t you educated in your pop culture?” You smirked, swinging your legs as you held onto the railing. You were grateful for the rail bars, the sheer height of the house’s roof (though not much) made you nervous.
Scoffing, he stabbed the bud beside him, clutching at the rails with a white knuckled grip, “how long have you been watching me, you creep?” He said without heat. His heart fluttered in a way that hadn't since the day with MJ at the London Bridge.
You hummed in consideration, “about ten minutes now.”
Snorting, he took a breath of fresh air, snuggling his face between the railings, looking up to see the barely peeking stars.
"What's your motive?" He asked finally, Spidey-sense alerting him of you suddenly going still, your eyes landing on him.
"I don't know. Maybe I just want to know you better. I've never really had a boyfriend before." You answered honestly, sighing at the words that came out of your mouth, whispering your next sentence, "and that also means that I'm still a virgin."
(Lies. You weren’t proud of it, but you liked the way his eyes sparkled at the words.)
Peter's ears perked, a smirk claiming his face as he looked at you with hooded eyes, "what's so important about losing your virginity?"
"It's just a phase of time, all the girls- you know? All they do is talk about how their first time was in the boy's bathroom at sixteen, or even freshman year of college." You shrugged, waving your hands animatedly, "when you're a girl in an American college, the hierarchy puts even more pressure on you than high school."
"Well at least they lost it willingly. " He whispered, eyes downtrodden. Sometime between you talking and him listening, he had lit another cigarette, taking a drag and avoiding your gaze as you looked at him, realisation striking when you heard him confess.
"I'm sorry." was all you could say, too stunned to speak as you contemplate the cruelty of this person who could ever take advantage of such an innocent soul. A sheet of depression wrapped around inside you, hands reaching his hunched frame but retrieving last minute when he involuntarily flinched.
"it wasn't you who did it." He shrugged casually, "you- you don't have to shy from touching me though, it was a long time ago."
Smiling, you rubbed his back slowly, getting up to sit right next to him so that the only gap between your thighs and his was the metal rail.
"Do you wanna sneak into my dorm?" You whispered in his ear, discreetly sniffing the cologne on his neck, smiling teasingly as you opened your mom's Netflix account on your phone, showing him the home page as his eyes lit up.
"hell yeah." is all he said, jumping up so fast it gave you a whiplash.
"You're silly." You giggle, holding his biceps as he strutts on the roof.
Your mind had been drifting to the brunette more often than not these days, the smell of his generic cologne intoxicating and distracting as hell. Smiling internally, you silently nodded, head on his shoulders as you saw his eyes gleaming under the screen of your laptop.
***
The day after you had invited Peter to your dorm was the day you felt your heart racing like it was running for the gold. It had not stopped thumping, especially aching with the loud bass of the frat party you were at.
"hot, but not my first choice." Your friend piped in, taking a sip from her solo cup.
Squinting at her, you hid your face behind your cup, mouth quirking slightly, "why not? he's got it all- cute smile, hot bod, killer hair and smarty pants."
humming, she placed her hands on the table, looking contemplatively at Peter- the guy in question you had been staring at for the past half hour.
You were at a party- not your typical scene, but you liked to attend once in a while to de-stress (or to keep yourself in the good books of the sorority, depending on who asked). You had to practically drag Peter out of the hermit cave he called his dorm, the sheer smell of sweaty recently legal boys nearly making you gag.
He had resisted at first, finally caving when you threatened to burn his books with his own lighter.
The party in itself wasn't much different from what Hollywood showed- people kissing, touching, drinking and slurring, lights blinding you, yet you found yourself in a corner with your friend, drinking the so-so labelled non-alcoholic punches.
“I’ve heard stuff about him.” She whispered, raising her eyebrows as if indicating a conspiracy, making you huff.
"ooh yeah he saves cats from trees, so dangerous." You roll your eyes.
“I don’t know girl, after the whole Mysterio shit went down, people talked. And they talked about how Spider-man stopped pulling his punches.” She shrugged. Looking at you, she leaned her head on your shoulder, circling her hand around yours.
“I mean, if I had gone through half the shit he has, if sources are right,” You nod, biting your lip as you caught his eye from the other side of the room, shuddering at his gaze, “and that's a big "if"... it’s only a matter of time he goes apeshit. Besides, he only does that to criminals.”
“Yeah, maybe, whatever,” she shrugged, slightly slurring as she lifted her solo cup, “at least he’s hot, fuck those biceps.” sighing, she plopped her head against your shoulder, peppering tiny drunken kisses against your shoulder.
“How did you get drunk on a non alcoholic punch?!” You wondered, ignoring the goosebumps you felt on your skin, imagining how his lips would feel on your skin.
"I snuck in whiskey." She smirked, lifting her empty solo cup and "drinking" from it. Plopping her against your arm as you lift her, your eyes flit over to his figure.
His back was to you, but you could see the shiny lighter in his pocket, poking out of his jeans as he walked towards the back door.
His senses gave him trouble, you had read in a magazine. You weren’t keen on keeping up with tabloids, but Spider-Man had always intrigued you. Besides, the strobe lights were hurting you, and you had normal senses.
So you could only imagine how he felt.
You had the sudden urge to follow him, lifting your friend higher before finding her roommate and passing her over to her. You would’ve felt bad any other day, but you weren’t feeling very morally ideal today, the overly sweet punch and the blinding lights and the stupid lighter in Peter Parker’s pocket making you want to follow him everywhere he went.
Your heart pounded in your chest, the beats of the party reverberating in your ears, dulling as you close the door behind you, only to be chest to chest with Peter, nearly jumping in the air as he spoke;
“Took you long enough.” His smile soft under the small moon light. He leaned against the concrete of the building, fidgeting with the lighter in his hand, the clicking noise distracting you from the weirdly hypnotic flame surrounding the invisible wick.
"Were you waiting for me or were you eager to get out of the party?" You huffed, leaning against the wall, propping a leg behind you.
You saw him shrug, "both I guess? The lights were hurting my eyes and you looked like you needed help there."
Chuckling, you leant your head on his shoulder, not unlike how your friend had. Inhaling his scent, you felt yourself calm at the mix of nicotine, a little bit of the Chemistry lab and just the general smell of college hobo who lives on instant ramen and advil- a smell you had associated with him.
His scent was overwhelming, you noticed, like it was a bait to trap an animal, but comforting at the same time. You swore you felt a fire within you, a little hesitant but pulling you towards him nonetheless.
Gosh how long you had waited and waited for this moment, uncertain if he was even interested in you enough to converse with you on a normal day when you were not high off frat house and catchy music swaying your hips.
The air was cold but humid at the same time, and you were itching to get out of your clothes. Parties weren't your thing, and Peter seemed to have the same idea as you.
Because next thing you knew, your lips were kissing his with a fiery haste, your fingers tangled in his soft curls as his hands roamed around your body in a haste that surprised you, nimble fingers scrambling to reach under your clothes, exploring your skin in a fiery hot touch.
"Wanna take this inside?" He panted, eyes dark under the dim street light, one of your legs already jammed in his grip as he lifted you.
You could already feel yourself getting wetter as he displayed his strength, lost in his soft, tiny lips.
You'd heard a lot of stuff about Peter Parker- top of the class, hot lab assistant, shy nerd who rarely attended a social event.
But this, this was something new, something you found yourself pleasuring in the notice that you'd be one of the few girls who's slept with Peter Parker, feeling the thrust of his member as he flopped you on some random kid's bed, hinges squeaking as you held on for dear life, nails probably leaving indents on his back.
"You like this baby girl?" He whispered in your ears, nibbling on your sensitive lobe, eliciting a soft sound from you as he went on to bite your soft spot, "words sweetheart, use your words."
"I like it, I like it so much Petey." You whimpered, bringing your face closer to his exposed neck, wringing your hands in his curls as he moaned softly, keeping a constant pace of his thrusts.
"is this your… your first time?" He asked shifting ever so slightly so as to look at your scrunched face, only the contours of your face visible through the dim light of the night.
You thought about your first time back in senior year of high school, you hadn't exactly regretted it, but you weren't satisfied enough to call it your first time.
Now, as Peter thrusted into you while looking at you with those innocent fucking doe eyes, your hands reaching up to caress his pink cheeks, you found yourself saying, "Yes" over and over again, groaning when you felt his dick hit a spot you didn't know he could reach, "Yes, Peter."
***
"I've done things, you know." He said suddenly, the sound vibrating against your cheeks.
"like rescue cats from trees or steal a gauntlet from a purple alien with a chin problem?" You asked, playing with the hem of the blanket.
"I didn't know that part was public knowledge." He smirked, looking down at you.
"I'm great at guessing stuff." You muttered.
"That's not what I'm talking about though."
“It was you, wasn’t it?” You asked, snuggling into his chest as his hands caressed your neck, soft fingers sending ASMR worthy tingles up your head.
Kissing your forehead, he chuckled lightly, sighing back into the bed as it creaked under him, eliciting a giggle from you, “what are you talking about.”
Plopping on your elbows, your bare chest touched his, goosebumps forming on your skin as you kissed his lips, scratching his scalp with one hand, the other tracing circles around his nipples, “Mysterio, that was you, wasn’t it?”
You could feel him tense up, hand tightening around your waist until you were sure you would be seeing bruises the next day, previous day's nicotine still present on his lips as he nipped yours with his teeth.
Pushing him down slightly, you looked into his eyes, dark brown like the day you had seen in the classroom, pupils nearly taking up his entire irises. You heard him sigh again, biting his lips as blush rose up his cheeks, teeth grinding in frustration, “he was going to kill everyone I loved.”
“I know baby, it’s alright,” you said softly, caressing his cheeks as his frustration kept building.
“It’s not okay.” He whispered, voice breaking as tears leaked from his eyes, falling down his cheeks as you rest your head on his chest, “Spider-man pulls his punches, he's the good guy."
Nodding, you wiped his tears, kissing his lips softly as you tasted the salt, “Spider-man is allowed to be angry once in a while. He was going to hurt people, you saved all of those.”
“I could’ve saved him.But sometimes I feel I hurt people around me, it’s all I’m good at.”
“You don’t know that-”
“Yes I do! I lit a match and burned everything down” His shout startled you, his chest heaving under your hand as he stared at you with tears in his eyes, “and the worst part is that… that I enjoyed it.”
“Peter-”
“I enjoyed hearing him struggle under me, I- I could hear his heart come to a stop, just like Mr. Stark’s had, right before Dr. Strange dragged him to Wakanda. I had to hear his heart stop beating, it was so loud- and- and all the awful things he said to me that if I was better then- then Tony would be alive- and, I just, I knew that when I felt his bones break under me- it felt so good. What kind of monster does that?” He was sobbing now, entire skin flushed, eyes scrunched as he hit his head on the pillow.
Taking pity on him, you sit up, bringing the blanket closer to your chest and run your fingers through his scalp. You could see him relax, practically purring as you continued to untangle his fluffy curls. Steeling your voice, you cupped his cheeks, urging him to look at you, your eyes dead set as you smiled at him “You did what you had to Petey, if you hadn’t killed Mysterio that night, God knows where you would've been right now.”
Sniffling, he nodded under your touch, pulling you closer to his chest, "I like where I am right now."
***
The emotional earthquake that was your night with Peter left you pondering, striding along the walls of your campus with an inane urgency to your steps. No one was around you but a few students who thought they were big shot drug dealers, not so subtly exchanging their poisons in the light of the night.
The night was clear, for once, stars peeking from behind the night sky, glinting like actual diamonds. But you weren't there to appreciate the beauty of the Boston night sky.
No, you were far from appreciating the beauty of the night sky. You would be lying to yourself if you didn't say that your conversation with Peter hadn't shaken you up. You weren't yourself, too lost in lust and desire to attend to your own words.
It was like a spell had broken that night, Peter's dark brown eyes too easy to get lost in- like a brewing storm that inevitably took you in.
Too late you had realised the weight of your own words to him, how so easily they had slipped into his desired tone.
And it scared the shit out of you.
"You've been ignoring me." He said casually, chewing on one end of his pencil. His eyes were on you, your heart pounding at his gaze.
"I've been busy." You speak, taking a breath. You couldn't help but feel weary, thinking of all the good things Spider-man has done, and all the bad.
"I knew it." He whispered, making you snap your eyes to look at him. His jaw was clenched, pale face flushed with heat as he looked at you with the most heart wrenching expression.
"What are you talking about?" You gulped.
"I knew I shouldn't have fucking trusted you about everything." He said, shaking his head and walking away, "fuck you."
All you could do was stand still as his words sunk in.
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