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asterias-record-shop · 10 months

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dude your tasm! Peter fics are fucking amazing 😩😩😩. could you write readers first time w/ P.P? Maybe readers insecurities get the best of her but he assures reader that she’s beautiful and the lady for him? sweetness overload but filth?

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Tonight was the night.

You were going to fuck Peter fucking Parker.

In your mind, it was inevitable. You had been dating for going on a year now, and you both had never had sex before. Did he want it? You had always stopped advances before it got too far, especially because you knew he was more experienced than you.

What if you did something wrong, or if you fucked up? What if you were such a whiny virgin that he’d give up on both fucking you and this relationship?

“Y/N? You alright baby?” Peter whispered, pushing back your hair with a slight smile on his face. “You seem… distracted.”

It was your one-year anniversary, how could he think you were distracted? How could you make it seem like you were distracted?

"N-No, no I'm okay," you responded, shifting yourself on his lap and rubbing his thighs. "Sorry, I just started thinking about something. I'm sorry, honey, do you want me to make you another cocktail?"

It wasn't like alcohol affected him at all but got damn did you need one. You go to grab your glass, gasping as he sat up and pushed it out of your grip and onto the table. "What's wrong?"

"I-I was just... I was just thinking."

"About?"

About how you wore your nicest bralette and underwear so it wouldn't be too obvious that you had gone lingerie shopping, and you made sure it matched. About how it would feel when he started prepping you, your cunt foreign to any other hand other than yours.

"I-I... I just... I'm thinking."

"About what?" He stroked your cheek, tilting his head. "Talk to me. Please."

"Peter, I've never had sex before." You finally whispered, inhaling shakily. "I-I... I want to do good for you, but I don't know how, and I am so sorry. I want to make you feel good, and I want to make sure that you feel-"

"You're a virgin?" He asked, head tilted before he started to smile. "You're a virgin, baby?"

"Oh, don't say it like that!" You groaned, trying to stand up before he tightened his grip on your hips.

"How else do I say it, baby?" He teased slightly before he saw your red cheeks and watering eyes. "Oh, baby, I’m sorry. No, I didn’t mean to tease you, I just… you know that I joke around, I’m sorry.”

“I just-” you inhale deeply, shaking your head. “I want to make you feel good, tell me what to do.”

"No." Peter lifted you up easily, taking the two of you to your room and laying you on your back. "This is your first time, not mine. I'm going to make you feel good, darling, what do you like? Hm? Do you know what you like?"

You paused, shaking your head before he smiled. "N-No, I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry, baby? Don't be sorry, we just have to figure it out together." He smiled as you nodded, inhaling shakily before he pulled your legs apart, smiling. "Are you already getting wet?"

Of course you were - it was him. He was beautiful, perfect in every way, and for fucks sake- how couldn't he turn you on? You gasped as he started to take off your pants, ducking down to press kisses against your thighs, soft and hot making your legs shake.

"Calm down, baby. Are you ready? We can do this another day, there's absolutely no rush-"

"No!" You say immediately, shaking your head. "I want this. Please."

He nodded, inhaling deeply. "You just tell me if you want me to stop, okay? I'll stop if it ever gets too much, you just say-"

"Spidey."

"Spidey?"

"Yes," you said, nodding. "I-If I say spidey, stop, because you know I get nervous and I'll probably say stop a lot, so don't. Okay?"

He nodded, watching as you lifted your hips before slipping off you panties, a loud groan leaving his lips. "Fuck, Y/N, you're so pretty."

"Oh, don't say that," it was slightly embarrassing, his tongue grazing over your slit making your hips buck. It was hot and warm, slick and slightly uncomfortable until it flattened out, a loud groan falling from your lips. "P-Peter, it's hot!"

"It's my tongue baby, you don't like it?" He pulled away, a little sad that you didn't like it because you tasted so good. "Do you want my fingers instead?"

"C-Can you use both?" You whisper, inhaling sharply as his flattened tongue licks up your slit, spreading your arousal up to your clit where his lips firmly latched on. His teeth graze the sensitive bud as your legs hooked over his shoulders, his fingers slowly rubbing up and down.

It was weird and slightly foreign, a gasp falling from your lips as his finger slowly pushed into you, your walls immediately clamping down on his digits. You inhale sharply, eyes rolling back as he pushed his pointer finger in knuckle by knuckle until he rubbed the tip of his finger against that tougher spot inside of you.

"W-Wait, fuck, stop! Stop, that feels weird, fuck!" It did feel weird, but it felt so fucking good, his finger slowly pulling out.

"I'm sorry, did it hurt? I'm sorry-"

"Why did you stop?" You whisper, panting as you sat up slightly. "I didn't say the safe word."

He laughed, shaking his head. "You're so fucking hot."

You giggle, propping yourself up with pillows as he pulled your legs a little lower down the top of his back, humming as he slid a finger back into you, not pausing to slip another inside as well. It makes you choke, walls clamping down and tightening painfully, tears pricking your eyes in a mix of pain and discomfort.

"W-Wait, seriously, wait! I-It hurts, Peter it hurts-!"

"I need you to relax, baby, if you don't relax it's going to hurt," he whispered, shaking his head as he pressed soft kisses to your clit. It makes your cunt flutter, whimpers falling from your mouth. "Please baby, just relax, I'm here. I promise it won't hurt if you just relax. Just please, please, I don't want it to hurt you."

"I-I'm trying," you whisper, his other hand rubbing your thigh softly as he hummed against your clit. "I-I can't, I can't."

"No baby, you can, I know you can," he pressed kisses repeatedly against your clit, tongue sliding over as his thumb rubbed pushed up and rubbed soft circles against the area below your clit. "Just relax, okay? Breathe for me, okay? In and out."

You exhale loudly, gasping just as loud before groaning, bucking your hips unconsciously, whining loudly whenever they pushed deeper inside of you. Even then, it was uncomfortable, his fingers just inside of you.

"M-Move them, Peter, please." You whimpered, gasping as he did as you said, slowly pushing in and out, in and out of you. His fingers shined with your arousal, reflecting the moonlight as you watched them disappear inside of you.

You couldn't see them, but you could feel them, oh you could feel every inch of his fingers inside of you, long and deep inside of you as his mouth continued to stay hot and slick against your cunt, letting his spit collect all around your wet cunt. You could feel your eyes roll back when your stomach began twisting, feeling as though something was on your chest as another finger slipped easily inside of you, your body relaxed once the knot snapped, and your vision blurred.

You didn't even know that you had cum until he pulled his fingers out, sucking and licking as your hips unconsciously bucked into his. It was different - cumming on another person's fingers, better.

"P-Pete, we're not done, right?" You whisper as he sits up, leaning back on his feet as he unzipped his pants.

"Well, I assume you want us to keep going," he laughed slightly, raising a brow as he pumped his cock. "You're soaked."

"Oh, don't be like that!" You basically wailed in embarrassment, gasping as he slowly pushed into you, fixing your legs around his waist and leaning forward to press his lips against yours. "F-Fuck, Peter! Y-You're bigger than your fingers, fuck!"

He laughed making you giggle, shaking his head as he stroked your hair softly, eyes watering. "For fucks sake, you're so tight. Oh, you're doing so good for me baby, just breathe."

You did as he said, but your steady breathing was interrupted by his powerful thrusts, pushing his cock in and out of you so deep that you could barely focus on anything else. "N-No, holy fuck, y-you're fucking me so good!"

"You're taking me so well, darling, you're doing so good," he pressed a soft kiss to your lips as his hips speed up uncontrollably, his tip grazing that one part inside of you that just made your hips buck in desperation. "I-I'm close, I'm so close darling-"

"Don't pull out, don't pull out," you begged, tears streaming down your cheeks in a mix of both pleasure and maybe some overstimulation. This was your first time, and he was doing so good, so fucking good.

"I won't baby, I won't," he pressed his lips firmly to yours, one sharp thrust making you cum all over his cock again and his hips stutter, a loud groan falling from his lips as he came inside of you. "Fuck."

"P-Peter, can we take a break?" You could see it in his eyes that he wasn't done yet, but you needed a pause, even if it was just a small one.

"Of course, baby, you did so good, so fucking good for me," he pressed another kiss to your lips, laughing. "Oh, did I make it a good first time? I didn't like-"

"You made it a perfect first time." You say, nodding with a giggle. "I hope you're my last, too."

"Oh honey, I will be," he said, smiling as he stroked your cheek. "I swear to you. You did so good."

"I love you, Peter."

"I love you, baby."

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katsukiizmoon · 1 year

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check my tagging system here !

Katsuki Bakugou | 내 사랑

『♡』 Boba Time 『♡』 Thirst, drabbles, shorts etc.

◦ to love katsuki | fluff ◦ hold me tight | fluff : hurt comfort : mild depression : 1.4k ◦ dumbasses | friends to lovers : smut : 2k ◦ teasing thirst | suggestive : smutty ◦ play fighting | fluff ◦ little melon | fluff : future baby implied ◦ katsuki will always put you together | best friends to lovers : fluff : neurodivergent reader ◦ aphrodisiac quirk #01 | smut : lots of smut : friends/partner to lover

The Hana Series | life with baby girl Hana -> check the tag “Hana Series” for quick and easy navigation [p.p = postpartum] Hana # 02 | p.p urinary incontinence : mildly suggestive : comfort : 1.1k -> Post-Partum urinary incontinence is the bane of your existence, ruining everything, but Katsuki kisses you like it doesn’t matter.

Hana # 03 | p.p check up : needles / baby getting vaccines : soft katsuki ->Katsuki decides he hates phlebotomists, nurses and doctors more than just about anything.

『♡』 Types of Kisses 『♡』 Types of kisses from Katsuki. Small, ongoing blurbs and such of different types of kisses. Mixed bag so each will have its own name + tags :)

◦ nightmare | fluff + self explanatory

『♡』 One Shots 『♡』

Feeling Alive | fluff : smut : prince!bkg : 5.7k -> The years have flown by with Katsuki, who fills your body and mind with fire. You'll keep him with you till the day you die and then after that, thanking whatever deities there are for him. Maybe you were put on this earth to love him, like every other lifetime.

Eunoia | fluff : smut : 4.5k -> a well mind, beautiful thinking.

『♡』 Star Anise 『♡』 headcanons

『♡』 Multi-Chapters 『♡』

Without | hurt/comfort : slow burn : angst : romance : eventual smut : mental illness : dead dove do not eat : ongoing : semi-hiatus -> Wondering through life is like inhaling thick clouds and peering into fog. Suffocating. The days are indistinguishable from smeared ink on paper as they repeat. A tall blonde shoves his head into the clouds of your life, willingly, and enjoys the high it gives him. You’ll never forgive him.

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styleswithaseaview · 5 months

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about me...

evelyn. she/her. ravenclaw. cancer ☼ cancer ↑ taurus ☾

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marauders (poly)

james potter

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will do minor angst but only with a happy ending

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rancidpancakebatter · 1 year

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hey, i hope you're doing amazing! i was wondering if you could write a tasm!peter fic based on the song 'honest' by the neighbourhood? it can be reaaally angst, i promise i won't complain, not even a little bit! thankk you soo muuch in advance, i love your writing! ♡

You want angst? I'll give you angst

Honest by The Neighborhood [P.P.] | The Playlist

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Word count: 4.6K

Summary: Peter is lying. Peter has been lying. And now you have to find out why.

Content: Swearing, Alcohol Consumption (legal age), Mentions of blood (Spider-Man injuries but nothing too graphic), break up,

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You pace your room, a vexing mix of emotions swirling in your gut. You had to talk to him. You couldn’t keep doing this. You were confused. You were angry. You were hurt. But really you were scared. You were scared for Peter. You couldn’t understand it. You couldn’t understand him.

You were supposed to have a date last night. You had been looking forward to it all week. Your boss had been up your ass lately, demanding you reformat your analytics debrief six different times. There was family drama your mother was constantly updating you on and asking for guidance in a situation you were too exhausted to deal with. And you hadn’t had a chance to go grocery shopping (due to the overtime you had to put in), so your cabinets were bare and your fridge bereft.

All-in-all, not a good time. Peter had promised that he would see you. That you would be together. But instead, you waited in your fancy dress and painful shoes for four hours, drowning your sorrows in wine and staring at your unanswered texts. Waiting, always waiting.

Peter had always been a bit flakey. He would often ask to reschedule or push back plans, garnering some excuse as to why he couldn’t make it on time. It was a bit annoying, but not the end of the world. Peter liked to take things slow, and you respected that.

You went on seven dates before he kissed you. You'd been dating for six months before he said I love you, and you didn’t sleep together until a month later. You figured Peter just had a fear of intimacy, but he seemed to be trying, and you didn’t want to pressure him. But he has pushed you too far. Your patience is gone.

The wine was almost empty; you had ditched your glass a while ago. There was no point in keeping up with social etiquettes when it was just you. It’s not like you were going to share it with anyone. Not anymore, at least.

You heard a knock on your door and made no attempt to answer it. You were playing music, but it wasn’t loud enough to warrant a visit from any neighbours. You didn’t feel up to a social call, so you continued to wallow.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n), honey, it’s me. Can you open the door please?”

For a moment, you thought it was a hallucination. Your drunken mind stringing you along, taunting you with the one thing you wanted.

He knocked again, “(Y/n), I know you’re in there. Just open the door.”

You scoffed and took another sip, “Look, your mad; I get it. I understand, and you have every right to be. I’m so, so sorry. Please, I- I want to apologise.”

You felt your body temperature rise and anger slowly build in your veins as it pushed out the self-pity you had once been filled with. You took unsteady steps towards the door, the cold tile against your bare feet making you shiver.

You undid the deadbolt but kept the chain in place, opening the door and peeking your face through the gap. You just looked at each other for a moment, a silent stare down. Your gaze held a certain animosity, while his was filled with relief, though it grew confused when the door stayed in its partially opened state.

“Can I come in?” You say nothing as you continue to stare him down.

“Please, I know you’re mad-” If he says that again you just might scream. Actually, that’s not a bad idea.

“You don’t know anything, Peter.” Your words slur together, and the t’s don’t come out just right, but you’re sure he understands precisely how angry you are with the venom you spit out alongside his name.

His brows furrow as he looks over your face. “Are you- are you drunk?”

You keep your glare intact as you think over your answer. You could lie, but you didn’t need a mirror to tell you that your cheeks were adorned by a familiar warmth, and your lips were surely tinted with an obvious magenta stain.

“Yes, but that’s none of your business. Good night.” You move to close the door, but Peter’s hand stops you.

“Uhng- Wait. Ow, shit- just wait a second, please.” You slowly open the door again, not for his pleas but for his expressions of pain.

This time you look at him, really look at him. You can see a bit of blood on his lip, a bruise on his cheek, and his hand holding his side. You feel a chill run down your spine.

“Back up.” He takes a step back, taking his weight off the door while you undo the chain lock and usher him inside.

You set him on the couch and winced along with him. You rushed to your bathroom and prepared a warm washcloth and some band-aids you found under the sink. Maybe you should invest in a first-aid kit. You had never needed one before.

You returned to Peter’s side and raised your hand to his face. It wasn’t really necessary, his eyes have been locked on you since entering. But you lifted his chin anyway, a silent promise to hold him close.

You wiped gingerly at his lip, wiping away any dried blood and grime. It was obvious that he had wiped at it a few times.

“I’m so sorry. Really I-” You lightly pinched his chin.

“Hush. I don’t need an apology. I- I just…Peter, are you okay?” You could feel your eyes watering, tears swimming forth and resting on the verge.

In his eyes, you could see the once-sweet cacao of his irises tainted by fear and distress. It pained you to see it, so you stopped looking. You grabbed his hands instead, gingerly wiping down each finger, tracing the tendons and fate lines.

“I’ll be okay.” His hand was still holding his side, and you moved it, slowly lifting his shirt to look underneath.

The wound stretched from his lat to his hip, twisting toward his stomach. It looked like a giant rug burn. No, more like a scrape you would get on your knee after tripping on the sidewalk. Only deeper. You could still see bits of gravel lodged between the flesh, and you grimaced at the thought. That had to be so very painful.

You wished you had rubbing alcohol so you could clean it. A wound of that size, that exposed, was sure to get infected. You used the rag as gently as possible and mumbled a sorry every time he hissed. You didn’t make much progress before he grabbed your hand, calling your name sweetly.

“Hey, hey. Just leave it be. Really, it’s fine.” He tries to comfort you with a smile, but it’s tired at the edges, his drooping eyes not matching the expression.

You can feel yourself choking up but try to swallow it down because Peter needs you right now. He shouldn’t have to be the strong one.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, “Wh-what happened, Pete? Who did this to you?”

He swallows before he answers.

“I…got mugged.” You tense for a second.

“You got mugged?” If Peter noticed how your concern drifts, he made no comment on the matter.

“…Yes.” You drop his hands, let go of him.

You turned your body away as you stared at the wall. Your tears were dangerously close to falling. This is when your patience broke. This exact moment. It snapped, stretched too thin and tested too often.

It shattered along with your heart, shards scattered across the uneven floors of your apartment. The wine in your system did nothing to dull the pain of heartbreak. You felt every crack and splinter as it slowly broke apart, then burst all at once.

“Are you sure?” Your voice is cold, your capability for sympathy floating away in waves.

You saw him tilt his head in confusion from your peripheral. Any other time you would have thought it was adorable- compared him to a Yorkie or a Spaniel- but his act of innocence only made you angrier now.

“Yeah…why?”

You remained silent as you got up from your seat, walking around the back of the couch to the side he was sitting on. You grabbed his backpack, tucked into the side as if he had hidden it, and dropped it on the coffee table. Peter’s eyes widened at the site.

“So you got mugged…and your backpack is still in perfect order?”

The canvas was unstained, the zippers undamaged. The bag was in its normal state of distress. You watched as his face began to flush, and his mouth opened and closed uselessly.

You waited for a response, but when he refused to give one- you pushed forward. You unzipped its pockets and pulled out the valuables that were all unharmed and very obtainable to anyone who wanted to take them by force.

“You got mugged, and they let you keep your camera, your laptop, the Beats I got you for Chanukah, and your wallet with… ” You dramatically counted the cash in front of him, “forty-two dollars in it?”

“It- he…uh… ” You tapped your foot as your arms rested firmly in a crossed position.

“It wasn’t a successful mugging,” He finally settled on.

“What happened? Exactly.” Peter squirmed on the couch a bit as if running from your anger.

“He, uh, stopped me. And then he took out a… knife. And then he told me to give him all my stuff, and when I started to run, he knocked me down. We fought for a bit, and then I got away.” Peter looked you in the eyes while he uttered, which only infuriated you more.

“When did this happen? Where? What did he look like?”

You continued to grill him as he fumbled through each answer he gave you. Your anger climbed with every word he said. He might have been able to convince May, but you knew his tells.

Usually, he would ramble, giving entirely too much context to a situation, caught up wholly in the story. But when he lied, he said as little as possible. Peter fidgeted a lot. If he was sitting, you could bet one, if not both, of his feet, were bouncing. But now he sat before you almost perfectly still. Shifting his body around slowly, his discomfort evident.

“Peter, how the fuck do you get yanked across the concrete hard enough to get an injury like that? Did you get assaulted by Mike Tyson? It looks like you were hitched to a truck and dragged.” You ask, angrily pointing at where his hand continues to rest on his side.

“You’ve told me this story three times now, and not once did you mention that. I’m not buying it; just tell me what happened.” You watch as Pete shifts again, propping his elbows on his knees as he brings his head into his palms.

He sits there for a moment before he ruffles his hair and sits back up. “Okay, you got me. I-I fell on my skateboard. I was just embarrassed about it.”

“You missed our date…because you were skateboarding.” It wasn’t a question because that wasn’t the truth either. "You're telling me that you hurt yourself this severely, and disappeared for however many hours because you randomly decided to ride your skateboard for the first time in almost a year, and you were embarrassed."

Peter broke out into another story, but you blocked it out. You weren’t a particularly violent person, but Peter was pushing you to that level.

You clenched your fist as you fought the urge to grab everything within reach and chuck it at his incredibly thick head, maybe knocking some sense into him. You felt like you were losing your mind. You were seconds from snapping, and you weren’t sure what that would look like.

Your head was pounding, and your buzz was long gone. You weighed your options for a minute before releasing a terse sigh, cutting off his newly woven tall tale.

“Are you gonna bleed out and die tonight?” You still couldn’t look at him; you focused instead on memorising the phosphenes dancing behind your eyelids.

“No, I’ll be okay, I promise.”

You almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of his statement. Here you were, arguing over his blatant dishonesty, and he thinks you’ll accept his promise? You felt sore from the way your muscles had been tensing.

“Then get out.” You didn’t need to look at him to know how pitiful he must look.

“What?” He sounded so small, and you felt bad for a moment, but only a moment.

“I said, get out, Peter. If you can’t be honest with me, then…just leave.” You finally open your eyes, utterly defeated.

He stood, taking a step toward you but stopping when you backed away. “(Y/n/n), I’m telling you the truth-”

“No! You’re not! And I don’t want to hear another word. Not tonight.” You held your head in your hands, blinking back tears.

He froze, staring at you incredulously. He looked completely distraught, and while you wanted to feel bad, all you could think was maybe now he understood how you felt. Just how terrible this exchange made you feel.

You didn’t really want to kick him out; you wanted him to hold you close and tell you everything was okay. You wanted him to change into his sweats and scold you for stealing his sleep shirt, forcing him to remain shirtless. You wanted him to complain about you keeping him up by staring at him while he tried to sleep. You wanted him to retaliate by rolling over on top of you, peppering you kisses and pretending to fall asleep like that.

You wanted to go back, return to normalcy. But the damage was done, and no patchwork could turn this around.

You pushed his backpack toward him, across the table, and that seemed to break him from his trance. He slowly threw it over his shoulder, giving you a tearful glance before he walked to the door. You followed him to the threshold, and he only took one step into the hallway before whipping around to face you.

“Not tonight…but when?”

You hastily swiped a tear that had fallen from your eye, “I need space. I need to calm down and think before we discuss this anymore.”

Peter's jaw quivered slightly before he forced the muscles to tighten. He turned, and his heavy steps echoed in the hall. You close the door behind him and finally let the tears fall. Your body racked with sobs as you sunk to the floor, the exhaustion catching up to you. You felt utterly deflated, devastated by Peter’s inability to just talk to you, to be honest. You ended up falling asleep there.

Three days had passed. Peter had texted you thrice. That night he told he was sorry and he hoped you were okay. You didn’t respond.

Obviously, you weren’t okay, but you didn’t know how to communicate that without blaming him and inevitably starting another fight. He texted you again halfway through the next day to ask how yours was. You had spent it fighting the urge to go to Aunt May to cry to her instead of your playlist of heartwrenching songs.

You knew she would give you comfort and support, knowing exactly how it feels to be lied to by Peter, but you also didn’t want to put her in that situation. You didn’t tell him this; you didn’t say anything. The last message Peter sent you just read: “let me know when you’re ready to talk. I’ll be here.”

As you paced around your bedroom, you think you’ve finally reached a mindset that was level-headed-adjacent. You had calmed down significantly.

You didn’t like feeling angry. But for you to get as upset as you did, was borderline unacceptable. You had to acknowledge that Peter’s lies had been gnawing at you for a while so you could begin to heal. And now, as the sun sits high in the sky, you bask in its beams. You sit on your bed and hug a pillow to your chest; your phone weighs heavy in your hands as your thumbs hover over your keypad.

You had come to the conclusion that you were both at fault. Peter had lied. He had lied often. He had scared you. He kept you in the dark, but you made it your home. You never called him out for it. You never communicated your fear or concern, or why you felt you needed him to tell you the truth. But you also realised that being open and honest, that communication, came with trust.

If Peter wasn’t coming to you, it was because he didn’t trust you, and you had to open your mind to the possibility that that could be your fault. You decided that needed to be the basis of your conversation. And you were finally ready to do it. You were determined to save this relationship.

You texted Peter that you were ready to talk, and for once, he responded immediately. You felt a little bad that he hadn’t heard from you yet, but you didn’t want to lash out; you were looking for a resolution. You asked to meet at his place, “I’m home all day.”

You go over everything you want to say as you walk down the street. It was a forty-five-minute walk between you and Peter’s place. You could take the bus, but you wanted the walk. You wanted the fresh air and constant motion. You were nervous, but if you were walking, you didn’t have to focus on it.

When the door opens, Peter’s eyes light up. As if looking at you brightens his mood alone. He wore a timid smile, and his shoulders were tense, but his eyes twinkled in the hallway fluorescents just because they fell on you.

He invited you in and sat down on the couch. He attempted to make small talk, and you tried your best to answer without saying anything that may garner guilt.

“I’m sorry,” Peter suddenly blurted out.

You opened your mouth to respond, but he continued, “I missed our date, and I didn’t text you. I am so, so sorry. That wasn’t okay, and I promise to do better.”

You took his hand, and he seemed to relax a bit. “Peter that- yeah, that sucked. But that’s not what I’m upset about.”

You could almost feel Peter’s nerves, like his anxiety was shooting out of the pads of his fingers and into you. “I am worried about you. You are often…harmed in some way or late, and you can never tell me why. And I just- I’m-”

Maybe it was your nerves you were feeling. “I’m worried you don’t trust me. I wanted to know if there was something I could do to remedy that.”

Peter grips your hand a little tighter, “I trust you. Of course, I trust you.”

His words soak into your skin, and you feel anger bubbling within you. But it’s not just rage; it’s exhaustion. You’ve done this song and dance, and the tune no longer excites you. You know now that there’s no way to avoid it. If he claims it’s not you then you have to confront him. But you didn’t really want to. You knew the question but feared the answer. The words lodged in your throat, and it felt harder to breathe.

Say it, You thought. You should say it.

“So, then, why do you lie?”

He pulled back from you slowly enough that you could feel him slipping away.

“I don’t.”

Another lie.

The anger grew as it bubbled in your gut; it was close to a rolling boil. The steam is building, creating pressure.

“Cut the shit, Parker. I know you weren’t mugged, and I know you weren’t on your damn skateboard. Why won’t you tell me what happened? Why are you lying to me?”

“I’m not-”

“Yes, you are! Just tell me!”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t?”

He looked at you like it pained him to say it. As if in some way, he knew how this hurts you, and it hurt him too. But he couldn’t know. He couldn’t understand.

“Peter, I’m kinda losing my mind here. I mean, you are always late or busy, but it’s never with your job. I’ve caught you several times using May as an excuse, not realising that I was with her. And if you do show up, you’re covered in bruises. You have scars that you can’t explain. And anytime I ask about any of it I get vague, nonsensical answers. Why? Why can’t you tell me what’s going on? I wish you could be honest with me.”

His face falls. You see the guilt flash across his face for the briefest of moments, but then it’s gone, replaced by an expression of faux ire as he stands from the couch. He stands up straighter, his shoulders squared and fists balled at his sides. It was a defensive stance, and he fell into it so naturally, you wondered how often he did.

“Tell me this: Why’d you stick around; why’d you stay with me? If you know I’m lying, why?”

If you didn’t know him, you would have been hurt by his tone, filled with disdain and contempt. But you knew Peter Parker. He was trying to push you away again.

He would go through these cycles where he would shower you in adoration, tell you that you were perfect and amazing, and how he was so lucky to have you. But then he would freak out. He would ghost you and act distant. When you could finally pin him down, he would confess that he felt he didn’t deserve you or the love you poured out for him.

The fact that he was doing it now frustrated you to no end. You could feel your hair greying.

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU! Jesus, Peter, I love you. And I knew you had some issues, but no one is perfect. And I’m not asking you to be. I’m just asking for you to be truthful with me. And if you can’t do that, I’m asking for an explanation. What am I doing wrong? How do I fix this, Peter? Please, give me something, anything!”

You were pulling at your hair, on the verge of tears. Your breathing erratic. You felt like you were going to explode; your atoms were seconds from throwing off electrons left and right until they all decayed and left you in a pile of mush.

“What- You’re not doing anything wrong, okay? You’re great, amazing even. It’s not you.”

Peter placed his hands on yours, pulling them away from your head and placing them over his heart. You steady your breaths in time with his.

“Then why? Why do you lie to me, Peter?”

“It’s to keep you safe.”

“Safe from what? What are you running from?”

“Look, I can’t. I can’t tell you, alright? I can’t put you in danger like that.”

It was Peter’s turn to tense and your turn to soothe.

“Hey, we’re in this together. We’re supposed to grow and learn and chase our dreams together.” You intertwined your fingers and bring them to your lips. “ Peter, if you're in danger I want to know. Let me help you, please.”

Something in Peter snaps. His eyes are now cold as he pushes your hands away, taking a step back. If he had walls up before, you were now looking at a fortress. Fort Knox. Castle Rock.

“You. Can’t. Help. Me.” He spoke the words with finality. “Do you hear me? I don’t want your help.”

You felt his words rip and tear through you, taking part of you with them. A deep cut by a serrated blade. You did your best to apply pressure to the wound, to keep going- to make him see.

“But that’s what you do. When you love someone, you help them. You do it all the time, whether it’s carrying my groceries up the stairs when the elevator’s down. Or when you run me a bath after a stressful day-”

“That’s different, (Y/n).” You shake your head furiously.

“No. No, it’s not. You help me because you love me. Let me do the same.” You’re pleading with him at this point; your dignity lone gone.

Peter looks to the ground and says nothing. You feel your heart sink; he says nothing. “Peter?”

Still nothing. “Peter?”

You feel like you might vomit. “Do you…Do you love me?”

Your ears are ringing in the silence. He finally lifts his head, and his eyes are rimmed with tears, but still, he says nothing.

His hesitation kills you. This is it. This is your end. Peter Parker doesn’t love you. The last bit of hope in you fades, and you feel hollow. His love had died, and so have you. The revelation is almost enough to bring you to your knees.

“I couldn’t save it,” You whisper so faintly one might mistake it for a draft from a leaky window. “I couldn’t save it.”

You cry. Hadn’t really done that in front of Peter before. You’ve teared up sure, maybe had one or two slip, but this was something else. This was a steady stream down both cheeks. This was raspy gasps from your chest. This was ugly.

And Peter just stood there.

You collapsed onto the couch as you started to shake. You felt like everything was falling apart. If you thought your heart had been suffering before, you were wrong. It had now been obliterated.

There were no shards or mess, only a plume of smoke and a singed cavity where the muscle once was. It burned and burned, eating itself alive until there was nothing left.

You wondered if this is what stars felt- this fear, this betrayal- before they succumb to their own crushing gravity, exploding with a grand flourish…and then nothing.

You wiped your face. He had lied to you for the last time. You held no sympathy for him. You found it hard to believe that he didn’t love you, but if you were right, what does that say about Peter? He was deeply hurt. You saw glimpses of it when Peter would lose you in the store, when he would wake you up with a night terror, when he lied. You loved him, for better or for worse, you did. But you couldn’t do this; you deserved better.

You stand and grab your bag, throwing it over your shoulder. You make it across the floor and to the front door before Peter says anything.

“Wait, where are you going?”

You bite your tongue, holding back as many scathing comments as you can. Most of them call him out for pushing you away and being upset when it works. But instead, you settle on something else, something you think is a little nicer.

“I hope you find a way to be yourself someday.”

When you look back at him, he looks like he’s seconds from shattering. But maybe once he falls apart, he can build himself back up. You hope he does.

“I pray for the best for you, Peter.” And that was true. Even as you shut the door behind you, even as you silenced his notifications on your phone, even when your friends shit on him- trying to make you feel better. You hoped that he would get the best life had to offer. You hoped it would be a little kinder to him.

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merowkittie · 1 year

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ngmn2002 · 4 months

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Thinking about Tsukasa and the 2 working with him, it seems he made a plan to get rid of No.1's yorishiro this time (apparently like he always does), the 2 followed it, she did her part to put things into chaos, he did his part to sneak into the clock right after and destory it, Mr. mastermind enjoyed checking on how his plan was going both passive and active, he took things from there and went with his rule, all is going according to plan and I assume things will soon be over to their favor.

Thing is...

I can't help but to remember another 'member' 'living' in the same place as them and in a way, a part of their group. That is...

Hmm... does he ever hear them discussing things or... I don't know... knows anything of what they are actually doing at all?

Sounds he is oblivious to any further information beyond their depressing business of spreading rumors.

Is he kept around when things are normal but when 'real' work calls he is... 'not there'?

In the p.p arc he seems to be a part of the plan since it was Tsukasa's suggestion to grant him the experience of a nice life in the perfect world. Don't think he gets the whole 'yorishiro' picture or 'the other things Tsukasa wanted to get out of the whole thing'.

Even when he shows to know Tsukasa has a thing in mind he just...

Removes himself out of the whole picture. why though, Tsukasa is understanding, just talk things out with him, especially when they are about you, and I'm sure you won't be left down. just give things a try before jumping into conclusions really fast and giving up.

Then we have No.6's deal and the severance, Tsukasa made sure to take care of him after he fell apart and to bring him the food he needed, so that was Mit 2.0's rule in there, he is not involved with what the 3 are doing at all.

And now, that seems to be the case again. It sounds as if he really didn't get any kind of hint such a thing will happen. He went to pull pranks on Kou, followed Mit's mother and... that's it. He is treated like the others and is frozen in place thanks to Tsukasa's plan that the other 2 carried out. easy on your fellow, his 'heart' won't be able to take all the surprises one after the other, starting with a severance, followed by being frozen in place. he needs a break

Joking aside, Tsukasa made sure to take care of him during the severance really well. He was kept in mind.

So now, once again with him being frozen deal, he is kept in mind, meaning some way or another, Tsukasa and the 2 with him know things will be back to normal once more as if nothing happened.

I have to say I love the amount of freedom Mit 2.0 has. He is welcomed to hang out where the 3 are, to do whatever he wants for real in the p.p arc, go with Kou however he wants, same goes with after the severance still wonder if Tsukasa knew he went to the Minamotos house because otherwise it really won't make sense, then at the festival he is doing his own thing. And I believe when his deal comes he'll be given a choice to decide what he wants, Tsukasa will try further to grant his wish some way or another if he still wants it, etc. It's nice.

It even crossed my mind if Tsukasa has a thing of 'oh boy, I need to get around No.1's yorishiro really fast or else I will be late on getting Mitsuba his lunch and that's not nice at all.' Ahem, so... once things are dealt with, time is back to normal, he hangs out a bit more with Kou or does whatever he wants, Mit 2.0 may actually go to have his lunch break. funny to think about. I'm kinda glad No.1 turned out to be robot-like, if it had a real heart that would fit Mit 2.0 to eat, would Tsukasa think of saving it for him? would that make things messier in Mit 2.0's situation? if so I don't think Tsu will go for that Tsukasa will be leaving babysitting... to go do more babysitting. XD

Anyway, Tsukasa himself needs a treat after such hard work. You can at least do that for him, right?

He can enjoy a cup of tea after all his hard work. ♡

Back to Mit 2.0's case, it makes sense for him not to know much into what the 3 are really doing or going after, he wasn't a part of what the 3 are doing from the start, Tsukasa just made him and all, he hangs around them but that's all there is to it. So far.

So, I wonder now when his deal is the one to come (once we are done with No.1's), what will really happen? How will Tsukasa move both wanting to get rid of the yorishiro now unlike in the hell of mirrors, and wanting to grant Mit 2.0's wish all together? Mit 2.0 will have to play an active rule this time deciding his own issues. I assume much more seriously than in the p.p arc.

From what Tsukasa said to her, 'No3.'s case is a done deal'. if he moved to all confidently call No.3's deal -that will come after No.1's- a done one, doesn't it mean he already sees No.1's also to be so done? never a dull moment with him around. he is so much fun. It seems he already figured things out and knows what he'll be going exactly, getting things to be dealt with as wanted. Hmm, I am actually excited to see Tsukasa working on granting Mit 2.0's wish and getting around his yorsihrio 'effectively' all together, especially the wish granting part, I need to see how he will take it further.

It's amusing to think when the time comes, he'll sound like working on granting 3 wishes in one go. Destroy the yorishiro for her wish, Amane's wish, granting Mit 2.0's wish (whatever shape it may take) in some way or another, regardless of destroying the yorishiro itself. And I know he is more than capable of making the most unexpected things come reality. He is full of surprises. What are you going to surprise me with next, amuzing sweet boy?~

Amaze me to all your heart's content, dear Tsukasa. ♡

#such a busy schedule he has #yet he takes care of eveyrthing just right and has free time to do his other hobbies #and keeps on being the free spirit. carefree. relaxed guy he is known to be #he is truely wonderful #💜💜💜💜💜

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atmymercy · 20 days

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hi again! i loveeed the reading u had given me last time, and i would like to participate again if possible!

so i got into tarot because i once got a reading done where i asked about my personality, and it was so insanely accurate! i was gobsmacking honestly 😭 and from then i started getting interested!

for my question, could i pls know what the outcome would be if i told S.B that i have romantic feelings for her?

i’m P.P btw! tysm 🫶

hello pp again! aww you loved it? aww! i love hearing that! of course, you can! get in here, honey!

omg! where did you get it? here on tumblr? do you still have it? either way, that is so cute! i just love how much tarot can connect people and make us feel seen!

for you, i got the 8 of coins, 3 of wands (reversed) & 5 of swords.

interesting. okay! so i'm getting that it would actually have good chances of becoming a real relationship and becoming something real in the physical world. but i'm also hearing a warning, honey! seriously consider if you think you two would make a compatible couple because i do see arguments and conflicts coming up on this timeline for you two. i'm not saying in the long run it won't be worth it but i'm talking about a bit of conflicts to come in your way. like this is a relationship that will have a lot of challenges along the way.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 11 months

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౨ৎ rules. shuffle your 'on repeat' playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag 10 people

⤷ tagged by: @fxllfaiiry ♡

jealous guy - live ─ donny hathaway

2 be loved (am I ready) ─ lizzo

yoncé - homecoming live ─ beyonce

fragile ─ laufey

forever ─ labrinth

erase me ─ lizzy mcalpine & jacob collier

the first cut is the deepest ─ p.p. arnold

memories ─ conan gray

futile devices (doveman remix) ─ sufjan stevens

all for us ─ labrinth & zendaya

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railingsofsorrow · 1 year

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╚═══════ railingsofsorrow's masterpost ═══════╝

this is the spot where you'll find all my masterlists, upcoming works and works in progress (wips).

“𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙, 𝕵𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖘?

𝖂𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴,

𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍,

𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘

𝖒𝖆𝖞 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊. 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗.”

. . . . . L O A D I N G . . . . . L O A D I N G . . . . . L O A D I N G . . . . .

+ KEY: [ angst - A ; fluff - F ; trigger warning - TW! ; allusions to s3x - ¢ ; happy ending - ♡ ; not happy ending - ☂, not posted yet -✍ ; requested - ♟ ]

🔏 UPCOMING

NUMINOUS: Darkness had a flattering way of luring people. In a dance, she is the one who leads. Holding you close to give you a lustful kiss. Delilah has always found comfort in the night. The absence of light wasn’t necessary horrible, it brought her comfort. However, the moment her dark eyes meet honey brown ones, she figures sunny days might not be so bad, after all. [s.r × o.c] a criminal minds au A,F,TW!

✍BEFORE NIGHTFALL: time won’t fly it’s like I’m paralyzed by it I’d like to be my old self again but I’m still trying to find it “it might’ve been a life full of lies but I was happy and it was enough.” [p.p x oc] a marvel ff A,F,TW!

✍BAD LUCK: i’m bad luck, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck. “walk away because I don’t want to be the villain in your story.” [p.p x oc] a marvel au A,F,TW!

✍AGE OF THE DAMNED: Finding out things about yourself can be exciting and challenging. You’re never ready for what life plans ahead for you. To Faye Harlow, that was clear the moment she turned seventeen; her world drowned her in uncertainty and nothing became more dangerous than unraveling her own secrets. “I’m staying whether you want me to or not.” “Do you have a death wish?” [k.m × o.c] a the originals ff A,F,TW!

✍THIS IS ME TRYING: regulus and james are officially together but sirius seems to have a problem with that. some secrets are revealed (again). meanwhile, everybody is trying. [sequel to mirrorball] [j.p x r.b] a marauders era au A,F,TW!

✍EMERALD OCEAN: WHEN EMERALD GREEN MEETS OCEAN BLUE. . . a miscommunication causes lily evans and venus black to have a quarry going on between them. little did they know that a gryffindor and a slytherin could have more in common than they thought. (a part of the billie eilish anthology) [l.e x oc] a marauders era au A,F,TW!

CURRENT WORKS

SUN-BLEACHED PAPER PETALS: when iris valencia sent a letter to a certain doctor reid about one of his articles, she didn't expect to receive an answer. at all. but she did get one. and they've been corresponding back and forth ever since — in the old-fashioned way. until a threatening situation forces them to meet face to face. [s.r × o.c] A,F,TW!

COMPLETED FICS

BROKEN PROMISES: doctor strange casts the spell that will make everyone forget who spiderman is and peter parker loses his footing in life. how could he do anything without the people he loved by his side? how could peter find strength now that you weren’t there? more importantly, can he keep his promise to make you remember him again? [p.p x reader] A,TW!,F, open ending.﹃ inspired by all too well (taylor's version)

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✍ WIPS

✧༺ ANTHOLOGIES ༻∞

the taylor swift anthology

the billie eilish anthology ✍

the harry styles anthology

✧༺ MASTERLISTS ༻∞

CRIMINAL MINDS (updated)

MCU (updated)

GREY'S ANATOMY (updated)

TWILIGHT (updated)

MARAUDERS ERA (updated)

THE ORIGINALS (updated)

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES (updated)

OUTER BANKS (updated)

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“𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖉,

𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖞.”

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ssweetleaf · 2 years

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no need to whine, boy — p.p

♡ pairing — tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

♡ summary — pete gets terribly turned on from the mere act of eating you out, and cums before you can play with him.

♡ includes — sexual content (SMUT below the cut), slight sub!pete dynamics, cunnilingus, a hint of degradation (male rec)

a/n — it’s been ages since i posted, sorry!! i’ve changed my tense for this fic, just to see how i like it, but i hope it’s still enjoyable :D

ps, title is taken from an elastica song (stutter) pls listen to it, it’s really great!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Peter mouthed and suckled with utmost enthusiasm, his jaw slack, letting his tongue flick and swipe its way through your folds.

His lips tinged a dark pink — all puffy and glistening from his constant endeavour to make you cum and he sighed and whined against your cunt, completely dazed while he fluttered his lashes up at you.

“Hmph-” peter spoke, though his speech was muffled, so with shaky arms you pulled his head from your pulsing pussy, to which he whined and pressed his cheek against the plush of your thigh.

“Wan’ it so bad-” he mewled, drawing out those last syllables and he quickly drew a thumb to your clit to keep you stimulated. “makes me so hard- there’s nothin’ better than your pretty pussy— nothin’.”

Pete’s mouth latched upon you in quick succession, pink, puckered lips wrapping crudely around the peak of your clit and suckled at it — his tongue soon trailed along the length of your slit to gather the arousal that pooled there, lapping at it and gulping it down so greedily.

God, was he good at this.

Your gasps and cries filled the stuffy room, hips bucking into his face just to have him press his mouth even harder against you.

Pete was one to talk absolute nonsense all while devouring you like some forbidden fruit, babbling and crying muffled against your slick cunt — his own hips bucking fervently against the mattress below him (skin so sticky with his pre-cum, and the arousal that trickled down his chin).

“Mhm, so pretty-” he spoke before dipping the tip of his tongue in your hole, doe eyes rolling to the back of his skull when you clenched crudely around the pink appendage.

Pushing even farther, the tip of his tongue shallowly flicked against your spongy walls before thrusting his jaw with great desperation.

“love it so much—” his words were incredibly hard to make out, but his stuttering hips were evident from above (rutting his cock against the mattress, letting the crumpled sheets graze the sensitive flesh) and you cried and gasped out at his desperate licking and suckling.

“please cum f’me!-” he groaned, shaking his head from side to side in quick succession, your engorged clit pulsing against his tongue, incredibly close to the edge. “oh, please!”

Oh, he was begging for it! Even closer to cumming than you were, all because he couldn’t take his pretty eyes off you — the sight before him so delectably arousing, he just couldn’t suppress his pathetic little urges; his awfully desperate need to cum.

“Hm, who knew you were such a slut, pete?” You panted, fisting at the brown mess atop his head, tugging and pulling, just guiding his puckering lips ever so slightly. “fuck, m’gonna cum.”

Parker shook his head from side so side, rhythm and movements completely frantic, but aiding wonderfully as the pit in your stomach errupted — tummy filling with butterflies every time your clit pulsed.

He moaned against you, whimpering into your over-sensitive cunt, the bucking of his hips had slowed slightly, and faltered. His chest heaved, and his lazily lapped at the new-formed arousal courtesy of your lovely orgasm.

Peter was flushed and breathless — he had came too, the sheets now sticky and sopping, though the pretty, blissed-out look upon his face told you he didn’t plan on moving for a little while.

What a pretty thing.

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devotion · 2 years

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tiger | p.p

summary: you get a pet which means you end up having to convince peter to like it too, considering it’s a cat.

w/c: 1.1k+ | peter masterlist

warnings: fluff, swears and a very melodramatic peter who has a varied range of emotions in 1k.

a/n: i think this is v cute <3 e2l trope w a cat lmao this is queued ♡

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“why the fuck is there a cat in my bed?”

there’s a wariness in peter’s voice. he audibly exhales a deep breath before lifting a brow at you, in hopes that you can explain... this.

not only is he irritated from being tired and cold all day, which he rarely ever is since he withstands acute pain more than often, but the comfort of his own bed hasn’t ever looked so inviting. he definitely feels an impending fever.

already snuggled up under the covers, you scratch the head of your 3-month-old kitten that’s just been handed over to you by your friend. the litter her own cat had given birth to were getting too difficult to deal with so the offer clearly was too strong to pass up.

so here you are, staring at its lively state sitting inbetween yours and peter's pillows and you very wistfully begin to reply,

“meet my tiger.”

it’s no longer than a second when you see that he draws his eyebrows together firmly, mouth beginning to hang open. “wait... no no no no no.”

your head snaps up back to him, who still stands there with both arms dangling by his sides, and now it’s your turn to look confused. yet, your expression is easily melted away when you’re absolutely sure his eyes are starting to well up. the question as to why he’s seemingly unhappy is immediately answered when he justifies, “i'm your tiger... you call me tiger.”

��his actual name's benji, pete. to remind me of you.”

the smile on your face grows when you say it, but peter's tongue rests against his cheek, crossing his arms over his chest, not buying it at all. “stop convincing me.”

after a big sniffle, peter goes down to grab one of the small extra pillows from underneath your bed — in an aim to lure it out of the room that way — coming closer and bringing it forward. but he has no luck when you look at him in disgust, taking benji in your arms and away from him.

you shake your head, narrowing your eyes at him. “i thought you liked mr. delmar's cat!”

“yeah, because it snuck some food in for me once.” your eyes widen. “sorry, i mean. twice... actually, a lot of times.”

you tut. “bully.”

he goes ahead to reason with you, “look, corazón fell in love with me first! if—”

“—you’re literally a gold digger,” you criticise him jokingly, dismissing his jaw drop when you become conscious of the fact that corazón means heart in spanish. “but wait- you said corazón? that’s such a cute name.”

he joins in, “i know right.” just when you resist the impulse to laugh at the constant change of mood between the two of you, his expression hardens.

“if this one wants my forgiveness, he has to beg for it,” he deduces with his perceived rationale.

“what did it even do to you?” you challenge, “you know what, i’m gonna kill all your little cousins.”

“my cousins?” he asks confused, then he audibly gasps, “hey, you can't lay one finger on any spider you see. they’re my blood and future generation.”

“suck it up, spidey,” you argue back.

peter takes the initiative to open the door of the bedroom, pointing at the cat and gesturing it to get out... very aggressively at that. “go on then, get out,” peter orders, “your... mom needs a word with me.”

you purse your lips. “come on, benji,” you whisper before you make a face at peter, “at least i’ll always love you.”

whilst benji relaxes in your arms, curling up, peter rushes from the door to the bedside where you are, “baby, what the fuck is this attitude towards me?” he implores. “i did nothing wrong, right?”

he sees that you’ve ve covered benji's ears, in which you scold him, “you do not swear when he's around.”

“oh please. it doesn't even know english.”

he meows viciously, trying to break free from your grasp until you have to stroke his fluffy head to calm him.

with much indignation, peter insists that he sleeps on the couch, half from the fear of benji, but almost heavy-hearted at the doting treatment of a cat that has just taken refuge in your bed within hours of stepping into your apartment. that, or can’t face it that he’s jealous.

“huh, it apparently does—”

“—HE!”

it’s complex to have different timetables at university to each other, so naturally, peter has to endure the presence and concern of the cat while you’re gone off to study. but, the more he hangs around with him, the more he begins to see why you think he's cute — after much staring, of course.

it’s common knowledge that peter, at heart, isn't someone to keep grudges, especially with anything and anyone who you love. with that in mind, as each day goes by, you’re seeing him having less and less complaints about benji. almost till the point you've even caught a glance of peter's tongue inbetween his teeth, eyes smiling as you request for him to give benji food.

he just loves the name so much.

by nightfall the next friday, peter lays on the couch comfortably with his cat rightfully dozing on his stomach. originally the plan was to wait for you to come home from your part-time job, which has you arriving home late tonight, but he ends up tired with no caffeine in his system. no longer than five minutes later when his head hits the arm of the couch, he’s graced with benji's appearance. that's how they ended up like this.

feeling an overwhelming sense of adoration for it, he breaks the ice, all while looking at the soft face of his tiger. “i take it back,” he starts, “you’re the cutest thing.”

peter’s mind ventures onto his own magical adventures as he senses that he’s passing in and out of consciousness, yet, with everything in him, he knows that he means every word.

“you can be my partner in crime, right?” he poses, grasping full well that the kitten is sleeping, but he still carries on, “you can be like me.”

he smiles fondly as if it's a memory he's trying to manifest. “you’ll be spider-cat. what an awesome hybrid, huh?”

there's a loud snore that’s heard from benji, inciting a chuckle from pete. “you’re already like me.”

it’s arguably easy to say how much he loves him, and he’s only a cat, but you also see that for yourself — standing in the same room adjacent to the mantelpiece where you witness one of the most endearing sights.

love wins. always.

he whispers groggily, but very clear and distinct to your ears, “i love you, tiger.”

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lipglosscherrybomb · 2 years

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Hate me ~ P.P

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warnings: harsh language, degrading, almost-smut but not totally.

Summary: after being paired with the person you hate the most for a project, heat and tension end up taking over.

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“Are you sure there’s no way i can just change partners?” You asked, hanging on to the slightest chance that you could somehow avoid having to sit in a room alone with Peter Parker for an extended period of time. The teacher paired you up for a project which unfortunately was half of your grade. There was absolutely no way you were going to do it with Peter.

“No, y/n. You can’t change partners. I’ve told you 6 times already.” The teacher glared at you, going back to grading papers as you rolled your eyes when you knew she couldn’t see you. “Well, you know 7th time’s the charm.” You retorted, only annoyance could be heard in your voice. Something that definitely wasn’t doing you any favors but you didn’t care.

“Look, kid. I gave you a partner, I’m not changing my mind. Suck it up and get lost.” You forced a smile at her. Picking up your book bag and heading towards the door. “Yeah, well fuck you too.” You murmured under your breath. Convinced your voice was only loud enough for you to hear.

“What was that?” She shouted from behind you. Your heart dropping as your eyes widened. There’s no way she heard that. “Nothing.” You replied. Slamming the door on your way out. That was definitely gonna get you detention, if not, a visit to the principal. You’ve wondered a few times if maybe your attitude was the reason so many people didn’t like you or found you hard to approach, but you’d learnt to live with it.

The hallway was all cleared out, it being the end of the day. You took out your phone, plugging in your headphones and putting your playlist on shuffle. It was full volume, that was a habit of yours for when something bothered you, playing music as loud as you could and get rid of the outside world for a while.

Unfortunately, your daydreaming was cut short by first hands pulling on your body. You didn’t even get a chance to react let alone scream before realizing you were pulled into the janitor’s closet. Then a very familiar smell reached you. Peter fucking Parker.

“Really Parker? The janitor’s closet? So unoriginal.” You spoke up, the sarcasm basically radiating off of you. “You’re extra bratty today.” He says in the darkness. You know he’s there in front of you since the space is so confined thanks to all the equipment stores inside it. But you can’t see him, the lights aren’t on.

You roll your eyes, reaching for the light switch. The bright light making you close your eyes immediately.

“What do you want, Parker? I have places to be.” You lied. But anywhere was better than here. You finally open your eyes and get adjusted to the light, only to find out his gaze was fixed on you. He did not look very happy.

“Yikes, lighten up Patrick Bateman.” You joke. Accompanied with a dry laugh coming from you. “Alright. Tough crowd.” You spoke up again, the silence making you uncomfortable.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He says, getting closer to your face. His tone is a little louder than usual, and he is definitely pissed off. You’re surprised he hasn’t punched you in the face or something.

“What’s got you in this charming little mood?” You retort. Adjusting the strap of your backpack on your shoulder. You figured you’d be here a while.

“You. Why do you keep on trying to change partners? I’ve done nothing to you.” He finally admits. You are pretty taken aback by his behavior and his reason for being pissed off. You really didn’t think he’d be mad about this specifically considering you two have never gotten along at all. In fact, you were utterly convinced you were destined to be mortal enemies.

“That’s what you’re upset about? Because I don’t particularly wish to work with you? There’s a shock be sure to alert the media.” You shot back. Now you’re starting to match his level of annoyance and pissed-off-ness. Why go through all this trouble for something so stupid?

“Well i was initially pulling you in here because of the basketball incident-“

“I hit you in the face with a basketball and you cried like a little girl. Go ahead.” You interrupted him, correcting the wording he chose. Earlier in the day Peter was getting especially annoying. Chasing you around the school simply to bother you, purposely bumping into you to make you drop anything you had in your hands at that time. So when gym hit, you decided to get a little revenge. Grabbing a basketball and throwing it at his face when he wasn’t looking. Cheap shot, but whatever. He didn’t cry, he just left the room huffing and puffing. But in your mind he definitely cried.

He glared at your interruption. Simply clicking his tongue and smiling as if he was losing his patience. You stared at him, a triumphant smile on your face. “You know, you can be a bit of a bitch sometimes.” He continues.

“Oh, don’t look so down. I bet you like the challenge.” You say, faking sympathy and crossings your arms over your chest. You don’t miss the way his eyes shift from your chest to your eyes.

“Enjoying the view, Parker?” You ask, teasing him a little. “Don’t flatter yourself, y/n.” He retorts, getting closer to you. “You’re really not that special.” He whispers, backing away from the proximity he was now previously in. You didn’t understand how or why but somehow that made you want him in ways you’d never thought of before. With his being so dangerously close to you, you couldn’t help but think of a few other things that were very far off from the current subject.

No matter how much you wrecked your brain on the matter. There really was no apparent or obvious reason for you and Peter to hate each-other. It had been like that for as long as you could remember. It was a mutual agreement almost.

“What do you care if i change partners anyway Maybe you’re getting a little too obsessed.” You get closer to his face, he wasn’t that much taller than you. Just a couple of inches. Not very significant, anyway. He imitates your actions, shortening the distance between you two. You wanted to back away but you didn’t want to look weak. You stood your ground.

“Oh trust me, princess, there’s no one who wants that more than i do. But unfortunately I’m concerned your little attitude might damage our grade. I’m not about to tank that stupid class because your pretentious and bitchy ass can’t take a little pressure.” You rolled your eyes. An entirely new wave of hatred and passion flows through your entire being. Many different thoughts flooding your brain.

“Fuck. You.” You say. These aren’t new words between the two of you. Basically any conversation you’ve ever had started or ended with these two words, but something about the lack of air in this closet gave those words a whole new meaning.

“I bet you want to.” He smirks. You back away, your back hitting the wall behind you as Peter refused to put any more distance between you two. He follows you back until you’re against the wall and he’s right in front of you, his arms resting at both sides of you. Suddenly you realize how your backpack was now on the ground, effect of your back hitting the wall so abruptly.

“You wish, Parker.” You said. Holding back the consuming urge to surrender yourself to him. You could never come back from that. He would never let you live it down. But as he stood in front of you filled with rage and passion and desire, all you wanted to do was let him do anything he wanted to you. All you wanted was him.

“Oh i do, now i know you do too.” He says, his head tilting slightly to the left as he maintains a certain distance between you two. Not distant enough, unfortunately.

“I 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 want you peter. Get away from me.” You shoved at his chest to get away from him, but when you tried, he trapped you in. “Okay this is seriously getting a little too ‘American Psycho’ for me.” You say, defeated. Throwing your head against the wall.

“I’m gonna take a not-so-wild guess here, y/n. You clearly want me.” He says, cocky as ever. He isn’t wrong in the slightest. In fact every single one of your thoughts consisted of him doing ungodly things to you in this very closet. But you weren’t gonna give him the satisfaction.

“That was extremely humble of you.” You reply, the sarcasm basically dripping from your voice. So turned on by this moment you had to fight the urge to rearrange your underwear, but he would notice. He wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was totally hard right now, you’d noticed, yet, tried your best to ignore it.

“Your heart is beating unreasonably fast for you to deny it.” He whispers, somehow he’d gotten even closer. There being barely any space between you two, his lips hovering over yours as if he was waiting for the okay. “Just give me the word and I’ll take care of you.” You’re basically squirming under him. Holding out isn’t gonna help you much longer.

“Yes.” You say simply. Not specifying, as if that would help you regain some of your dignity.

“Yes what?” His hand starts to slide up your thigh. You’re just about ready to give him anything he wants. You just need him to touch you. “Please just fuck me.” You reply. Same snotty attitude as before, covering up the fact that you were ready to fully submit yourself to him.

“So needy…” he teases, his hand now slipping under your skirt. You aren’t wearing any underwear today, you felt more comfortable that way. Even if you were wearing a mini skirt, you just had to be very mindful and strategic of how you sat during the day. It was a jean skirt, so you wore a black oversized sweater over the entire thing. His hand reaches your bare ass, becoming aware of the fact that you didn’t wear anything under the skirt. He’d fantasized about this moment for years, and in each scenario this was exactly what happened. He just didn’t think it would be so accurate.

A dry laugh escaped his lips. Your lustful eyes locking with his in confusion. He ignored the emotion. “Looks like you forgot something today.” His hand wonders around your upper thigh, teasing you purposely as he refuses to touch you where you really need him to.

“That was on purpose.” You reply smugly, knowing how much he’s enjoying this moment. You throw your head back as your mouth gapes.

“Such a whore. Was it me you were thinking about?” Your brain basically blocked his voice out. Even though his words are like kryptonite to you, you refuse to let Peter Parker gain more power than he already holds. So you focus on his movements. That is until his motions cease. “Are you gonna answer me?” He speaks up once more, you’d heard him before but pretended not to. Refusing to answer his questions. “Or are you finally gonna shut the fuck up like the slut we all know you are?” You roll your eyes. No matter what he said you knew he wouldn’t keep going until you answered him, you knew what he wanted to hear, but you decide to take a riskier route.

“Nah. There’s this really hot guy who sits next to me in chemistry. I just get so wet thinking about him.” You lie, there really is a guy that sits next to you in chemistry. And you must admit he’s pretty attractive. He’s just incredibly dull. Peter was all you thought about, this moment, similar to him, this moment was all you ever thought about when you saw him. Peter was attractive and he was actually interesting.

“You’re lying.” Peter smirks, getting possessive over you. You must admit this side of him drove you insane. “Who’s to say?” You reply simply, giving him no actual answer, you knew that kinda of shit pissed him off, especially coming from you.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never be able to think about another guy again.” His whisper in your ear sends your head spinning. “I’ll hold you up to that.”

You’re cut short by his fingers running up and down your slit, you were practically begging for him at this point which would explain why you were so wet. He inserts his fingers, giving you no warning as his fingers curl inside you in a rapid motion. You drop your head on his shoulder not being able to comprehend how the hell he was so good at this.

Suddenly his actions come to a stop. You knew why. You could hear the footsteps approaching now as you came down from the unexplainable high you’d just experienced. What was it about Peter Parker?

He steps away from you to try and hide his boner then rushes back to you to fix your skirt while he held you up considering you were still recovering from everything he’d done to you even if it wasn’t much.

“We’ll finish this later.” He says. Stepping out of the closet, leaving you in shock.

You’d hold him to that promise.

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