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dracowars · 6 months
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your friendly neighborhood nurse | peter parker
pairing: mcu!peter x gwen!reader
word count: 2,2k
summary: where peter is badly injured and y/n helps him
a/n: my first peter parker os, ahhh!!! i'm so excited and can't wait to see what you think of it 🫶🏻 please be kind and enjoy~
warnings: angst, mentions of blood, mentions of (severe) injuries
universe: marvel
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Your gaze lazily flies over the first few lines of the page, the words logically connecting in your head to form a coherent sentence. The book lies open on your lap, your knees pulled a bit closer to your body so it is easier for you to dive into your newest book. Whenever you read, you feel like you leave New York City behind, escaping into different worlds and other realms, fading out the real world around you.
Outside your room, you hear the quiet clinking of glass as a member of your family is apparently emptying the dishwasher. You can hear the deep tone of your father's voice but your mind is too busy with the words you are currently reading to concentrate on any of them.
You even block out the loud sirens from several passing fire trucks and police cars, subconsciously perceiving them, but not actually understanding them. What you do notice, however, is a loud but dull bang a few seconds later as something hits your window with so much force to startle you out of your dreamland but not enough to break the glass.
Suddenly, your whole body is tensed up, your pulse increasing vehemently when you look at your window and see nothing. The sirens continue to blare through the streets of New York, but the moment you think you see a shadow on the fire escape, you couldn't care less about them.
Quickly, you carelessly toss your book onto your blanket, reality now more important than the words in it, and you swing your legs over the edge of your bed in a haste before quickly stepping to the window.
Strong rays of sunshine hit your face and your eyes close out of reflex, but you reach for the window anyway and lift it up. You still haven't discovered the source of the bang, but something inside of you tells you that it is important, that you are needed.
And you were right because once you lean out of your window a tiny bit, you spot a figure on the right side of your window, sitting against the wall.
"Peter?", is all your vocal cords manage as a shiver runs down your spine when he looks at you before his name even fully left your mouth, his senses striking, your eyes meeting.
If there is one thing in this already cruel world that you hate the most, it's seeing others suffer, especially if you know those people. Especially if you love those people. Deeply.
That is why your heart beats even more painfully now that you see the numerous wounds and the blood - so, so, so much blood - on his face and body, his hair disheveled from the mask. His suit is torn in a few places, the areas you sewed last week ripped open again.
"Oh my god", you curse under your breath and don't waste another second to climb out the window and onto the emergency staircase of your huge apartment building, crawling to his side.
As soon as you reach him, his pained face lights up for a second, shooting you his characteristic smile. But it doesn't fully reach his eyes as it normally does which worries you even more.
"Hey you", he whispers softly, his voice obviously strained as he tries to turn his body into your direction, failing as he whimpers in pain.
"What happened?", you immediately ask, concerned about his current state. You have seen him after a lot of fights, after good and bad battles, after winning one or losing one, but never did he look so weak and vulnerable to you. Peter always tries to seem strong in front of you, he wants to be twice as strong for the both of you, but in this moment, right now, it just breaks your heart.
"Oh, you know. Just the usual", he replies, shrugging before realizing that every little movement hurts. "A bad guy striving for world domination. Nothing new, really."
"Peter, this is no joke", you scold him, startled about the fact that he can still make jokes looking like this. "We need to get you to the hospital immediately."
Stumbling to get up, you are immediately stopped by his scraped up hand that wraps around your forearm, his grip tight to keep you from leaving.
"Relax, cupcake. I just needed to see you, that's all", he tells you, but you don't buy it, especially not when every breath he takes causes him unimaginable pain. "Just gonna rest for a bit and then I will feel much better."
"Peter! I'm warning you, keep your damn eyes open", you immediately shake him as he only whispers his last words quietly and his head slowly lowers. You quickly grab his face and force him to look at you and sure enough, his disoriented pupils find yours. A small smile creeps onto his lips as he takes in another shaky breath.
"You have to listen carefully now, okay? We have to get you inside. I'm going to lift you up, but I can't do it alone. You have to help me with this with the last bit of strength you can muster, alright? It will probably hurt, but I can't help you any other way, Peter", you gently speak to him, a certain urgency in your voice, and even though his senses seem to be quite foggy, he nods and immediately tries to get up with his arm against the wall of the building. Quickly, you support him and pull his arm over your shoulder so that most of his weight is now on you.
"Okay, okay. One step-" you start to explain, but Peter staggers forward dangerously before you quickly press your hand against his chest to steady him. "One step at a time. Just look at what I'm doing."
Together, you finally manage to get him to your open window, where the next obstacle is already waiting for you: how are you supposed to get him inside?
“Let me think about the best way to get you in there", you mumble, your head lost in thought as another police patrol drives past your apartment building. Before you can come up with a solution, however, Peter suddenly bends down and squeezes himself through the window in excruciating pain. That done, he almost falls over if you hadn't followed him, cursing, and prevented him from meeting your floor by grabbing his waist. With his help, you maneuver him to your bed, where he lies down groaning.
"I swear to God, when this is over, I will be the one to kill you", you say under your breath, eyeing his entire body, inspecting all the wounds that need medical care.
At the sight of him, dark thoughts suddenly rush through your mind and your eyes become watery, but you know that you have to be strong for him and you do not allow a tear to fall down. With a deep breath you get up and go to your adjoining bathroom, where you always keep a first aid kit under the sink. After all, this isn't the first time Peter has asked you for help; it's just never been this bad.
Before you can get to your bed again, there is a loud knock on your bedroom door all of a sudden and you stand still for a second, completely frozen in place. Your eyes wander to Peter, lying on your bed in his miserable state. A boy lying in your bed.
Spiderman lying in your bed.
"Y/N?" your father speaks from the other side of the door, turning the doorknob like he always does, not waiting for your answer.
"Stop, Dad! I'm changing!", you shout, running up and reaching the door just in time so you can lean against it and shut it close again.
"Oh, my bad. Listen, something happened and I have to go out again. That useless Spiderman guy- Whatever. I know we were supposed to cook your favorite meal today, but that has to wait until tomorrow, sweetheart", he now speaks to you through the door and your heart beats a beat faster the moment you put two and two together. "I just have one request for you: stay here, in your room. Don't go out today. Your mom is in the kitchen if you need anything."
"Yes, Dad. Don't worry, I have loads of homework", you reply, letting out a sigh of relief as soon as you hear his footsteps walking away from your door, quietly locking your door from the inside. But it's only when you hear the front door closing that you move again and rush to Peter's side, who, to your surprise, still has his eyes open, even if only slightly. Immediately, his hand blindly reaches for you.
"I'm here, I'm here now", you assure him quickly and squeeze his hand tightly, but let go again to open the first aid kit. However, when you see all of his wounds, you find it difficult to keep track of all of them and feel overwhelmed.
"Cut it open", he croaks quietly, making you look at him in surprise. "The suit."
Understanding him, you nod and quickly cut through the fabric so you can tend to his injuries better. However, you also see the numerous dark blue and purple spots that are spread all over his upper body and your head doesn't even realize that he is now lying in front of you shirtless.
"Are you checking me out right now?", Peter mentions with a mock undertone, immediately snapping you out of your thoughts and your cheeks take on a deep red blush.
"N-No! Of course not!"
"Ah, man. If I had known that, I would have done a few more pushups beforehand", he teases you and on the one hand you are relieved that he is no longer on the verge of passing out, but on the other hand this really isn't the time to make jokes.
"You are such an idiot", you giggle quietly and use a damp cloth to wipe away the blood that is spread all over his muscular upper body. Then you use an alcohol-free wipe, and gently dab his skin with it. He immediately groans in pain and wiggles around, but since you both know there is no other way, he grits his teeth and tries to make as few sounds as possible.
When you reach his face to clean the wounds there, you repeatedly catch yourself looking into his glittering eyes, which are fixed on your face. With every eye contact you feel warmer and you try to suppress the blush that wants to creep onto your cheeks again.
"I'm sorry that you won't get your favorite meal today", Peter finally says, a pained expression on his face as you dab at the deep cut on his nose. "Ouch! That stings!"
"Well, if you didn't always jump into hopeless fights, then we wouldn't even be in this situation", you roll your eyes at him, concentrating on being as careful as possible so that you do not cause him more pain.
"Others would have been hurt..", he murmurs under his breath and if it weren't so quiet in your room, you probably wouldn't have heard him at all, but his words make you pause as you look directly at him.
The serious look on his face warms your heart and with a smile you nod, showing him that you understand. That he just can't help but to help others because that is what he likes to do. That is what he is made for.
When he still doesn't break the intense eye contact after several seconds, you clear your throat and begin to apply a healing ointment on most of his wounds and then bandage them.
"Peter, you really have to go to the hospital and get checked. I'm not sure if you broke some bones", you plead and he nods in agreement, but reluctantly. Absentmindedly, you run your hand through his hair and then down his face, always careful to not touch any of his wounds.
"But you are the best nurse", Peter admits, making your heart beat faster again as he intertwines your hands on his bare chest. He places his other hand on your cheek and you nuzzle into it, never breaking eye contact. And when he puts his hand on your neck and pulls you closer and closer to his face, you feel like your heart stops completely. Only shortly before your lips touch do you break eye contact.
Peter kisses you with so much affection that you almost feel dizzy and you feel every part of your body that touches him.
With a hiss of pain, he is forced to break the kiss eventually, the pain now less but still present. Tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, he looks at you with so much love in his eyes that you want to kiss him again immediately, but he stops you.
"Thank you", he says and you can literally feel his gratitude, which he emphasizes with a kiss on your knuckles. Smiling, you place a soft kiss on his cheek before connecting your lips once more.
"Everything for my superhero."
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erule · 2 years
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Can i request prompt 6 from the prompt list with Tom holland or peter parker ? Can it be angst or heavy angst (with a happy ending if u want or not ) maybe with Friends to lovers ?? Thank you !!:)
Weak in the knees | p.p.
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Summary: You’ve been in love with Peter for years, but he has always been with MJ. Now, he tells you that they broke up but you don’t know that the reason is you.
Warnings: angst, fluff, friends to lovers trope, happy ending
Word count: 1.1K
A/N: hi! I chose number 6 and Peter Parker. Thanks for the request, hope you like it!! Also a big THANK YOU to each and every one of you, because you follow me and you like my stories. Feedback is always appreciated by a writer! Hope y’all like it. Enjoy! X
Prompt: “You’re always gonna be my weakness”.
(you’ll find it in the story marked in bold).
[This story participates to my 2.2K followers celebration party].
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His smile has always made you weak in the knees. Always. There hasn’t been a time you recall it hasn’t.
It was fabulous at high school, because you could see him bring light at the end of the hallways with that, even when it was directed to somebody else and not you. To Ned. To MJ. You even learnt when it was only for her eyes, because he was falling for her. You could have said it to Ned, when it was wide and shiny. When he was in love with her. It wasn’t the same, when he liked your jokes. But now, now you can’t even enjoy it, because you go to another college while he’s with them. You bet that he’s still smiling at MJ in that particular way, something you’ll never even see, but even if you miss it, maybe you’re better off alone. Jealousy is not something that belongs to you, but you felt it as something borrowed. Now you’re not in high school anymore and you don’t see Peter often as before, luckily. Things are getting better.
That’s what you thought, at least.
“Peter?” You ask outside of the college, surprised. You almost lost the grip from your books. You weren’t supposed to see him today.
“Hi,” he says, a brief smile on his face and you already know that something is wrong.
“What happened?”
“Why do you always ask me that?”
“Because we barely see each other now, so when you come here there’s always some mess I have to clean up,” you reply, starting to walk away. He follows you.
“Well, not this time! I just wanted to say hello to you,” he says and you furrows your eyebrows.
Something is definitely wrong.
“Another fight with MJ? Send her some flowers, she’s gonna love them”.
“You love flowers, she hates them”.
“I’m sorry if I don’t know your girlfriend’s tastes,” you reply, with resentment.
“She’s not my girlfriend anymore,” he murmurs and you suddenly stop.
They’ve been together for three years. You have waited for them to break up as if it could have been your choice to confess him that you love him for so long, but now, his whispers have taken you by surprise.
“What?”
“You didn’t think about that, did you?” He asks ironically, but you don’t move a muscle, still in shock. “It’s not a mess you have to clean up, don’t worry. She broke up with me two months ago, but I wanted to tell you in person,” he adds. Then, he sighs, his hands in his pockets. “I’ve missed you, Y/N. I realized that the only person I wanted to talk to about this was you. Not even Ned. Just you,” he says.
You swallow hard.
“Why? Why me?”
“Because you’re my best friend,” he replies confused, as if it was obvious.
“Am I?”
“Y/N?”
You sigh, then you sit down on a bench and he does the same. You don’t want to fight and you don’t want to tell him everything, but all of these mixed feelings are killing you from the inside, so you had to stay still. He’s still looking at you, numb, genuinely curious about what you’re thinking right now.
“You’ve been busy in the past few months. I didn’t even get that you broke up with her, because you stopped texting me”.
“She did,” he repeats and you tilt your head, astonished. “She didn’t want to be with me anymore”.
“But she seemed so in love with you!” You exclaim and even your own words take you by surprise.
“Yeah, but she didn’t want to be with somebody that was always on the phone with another person,” he says.
How great, you think, there’s even another one that he preferred over me.
“And who’s this?” You ask, already tired of this stupid and hurtful conversation.
He takes a deep breath and then he gives you a smile that he didn’t show you ever. It was only meant for MJ and MJ only. Now, it gives you butterflies. Your stomach could explode.
“You. It has always been you, Y/N”.
You shake your head vigorously. No, it can’t be. This is a joke or a lost bet. It can’t be possible. It’s painful and sad that he’s playing with your feelings as they were a toy, now.
“You should be ashamed of that, Peter. You don’t have to make fun of me, even if you know that I like you,” you say, trying to walk away, but he stops you by taking your wrist around his fingers. The touch burns your skin.
“I wouldn’t do it, Y/N, you know me”.
“No, I don’t know you anymore! I’ve been in love with you for years, three years of my life spent by being in the darkness of your smile and now you’re telling me that you want to be with me? This is unbelievable,” you say, with tears in your eyes. “Unbelievable,” you whisper again.
“Y/N…”
“I’ve studied you as if you were a test to pass. I’ve learnt how many moles you have, I’ve learnt that you hate strawberries but you love chocolate, that you put your friends over being Spider-Man, that you don’t go away if I don’t come home safe after you’ve driven me all around the city because it’s the only way I calm down when I’m upset. And I know, I knowhow your smile lights up when you see MJ and it’s not the same when you look at me,” you say and it hurts you more that it should.
“Maybe it means that either I’m a great actor or just a terrible liar, because you haven’t looked at me when I was staring at you,” he replies with a smile and now, you see it. It’s warm like the sun on your skin in Summer. It’s full of light. It’s the very dee and blue see that caresses your body when you go to the beach. And it’s directed at you.
“How come have I not see it?” You ask him, but maybe it’s more a question to yourself.
“I developed these feelings in high school, but I accepted them only a year ago. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, Y/N. You’re too important to me,” he says.
You squeeze his hand.
“Please, give me another smile,” you say and he chuckles.
“Why?”
“Because has always made me weak in the knees,” you answer, a little embarrassed.
“Oh. Well, you’re always gonna be my weakness”, he says with a smile that could light up the whole city.
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mustasekittens · 6 months
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hey relax harry he hasn't had his bisexual awakening yet
alt + original + updated
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alloftheimaginesblog · 8 months
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breakfast {peter parker}
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been going through my inbox to see what old messages/requests inspire me
prompt: “I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater.”
character: peter parker tasm x reader
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The sun warmed your bare leg which had escaped from under the duvet early that morning as you gradually began to wake up. You could hear the muffled noise of the usual New York traffic from the open window, a sound you'd learned to drone out, and as you began to stir, you snuggled in closer to the warmth which was that of Peter Parker.
Upon you snuggling into him, he himself began to stir and wake up, eyes struggling to adjust to the brightness as he opened them, peering down at you confused before he realised the events of the previous night. He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he mumbled a sleepy greeting to you.
"G'morning," you said back through a yawn. Nerves and excitement bubbled together in your stomach as you fully woke up. It had been the first time you'd stayed at Peter's apartment. The two of you had been dating for the last few weeks and last night, you... well, sealed the deal.
He let you shower first as he prepared breakfast. Eggs, toast, beans, bacon and mushrooms. You'd been in his apartment before, he'd made you dinner here, but not like this. You'd never got to use his vanilla body wash; never got to feel his soft towels on your skin, never got to use his toothpaste. It was all rather intimate.
Peter had thought of the issue at hand before you did. When you walked out of the en-suite to his bedroom, you realised that you didn't have a fresh set of clothes to wear but Peter had sorted you something. On the bed lay a large ESU hoodie and a pair of boxer shorts.
I've put your clothes in the washing, they'll be ready in an hour or so, in the mean time here's some of mine to keep you warm. Making breakfast - P :)
You smiled widely as you pocketed the note, you liked to have little keepsakes like that, and you changed into his clothes. They were too big for you but you loved the comfort of them. They smelled like your favourite cologne he owned.
When you walked out, Peter brandished two plates full of food, "Just in time." You sat at the breakfast bar, tucking into your food. You hadn't realised how hungry you were until you smelled the food in front of you and then all of a sudden, you were ravenous. Peter watched you with a smile, "I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater."
You looked up at him, mouth full and smiling, and Peter's heart grew three sizes. He loved that even though this was your first official sleepover, you were already comfortable with him, you didn't mind sitting wearing his jumper, hair messy and eyes tired. He loved that you didn't mind eating in front of him and you didn't mind to show that you liked to eat. You swallowed your mouthful and said, "Remember how nervous you were to ask me out?" Your voice was teasing and Peter rolled his eyes with a laugh as he sipped at his coffee.
"Best decision I ever made though," he told you truthfully, "now I have a pretty girlfriend."
You spluttered at the word, "Girlfriend?" As far as you knew, it wasn't official yet. He hadn't asked and you didn't want to just assume. You were shocked that he'd said it but not because you didn't want it, you did. You wanted to be his girlfriend, you wanted to be exclusive and hear he was just throwing the word around without you knowing.
Peter's face blanched, "Shit, sorry, I- I didn't - it's too soon, isn't it? I just- shit."
Realising he'd taken you the wrong way, you shook your head, "No, no, Pete!" You had to yell over him for him to stop the quick excuses, "I didn't mean that to be bad, I was shocked, that's all."
He released a breath, "Oh, good." There was a pregnant pause before he spoke again, "So... you want to be my girlfriend?" Here he was, at the ripe old age of twenty-seven, and he was bloody nervous over asking you to be his girlfriend.
You grinned, "Of course I do, Pete," you nodded, "I have a boyfriend." The giggle that you let out was the most adorable thing that Peter had ever heard before and all of a sudden, he was taken over by a rather animal urge. He pushed your plate away, pulling you off of the stool you sat on, "What are you-"
He kissed you hard and you knew exactly where this was going, "Last night, we weren't together. Now, you're my girlfriend. I say we need to celebrate that," he murmured against your lips as he navigated the two of you backwards and back to the bedroom.
So far being Peter Parker's girlfriend was a phenomenal experience.
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redskull199987 · 9 months
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The right Thing
Miles Morales x fem!reader
Word count:2.3k
Warnings:injuries(canon typical violence), blood/bruises, emotional reader, hostage kind of situation, but fluff in the end
Summary: You and Miles get into a fight, after he comes home to you, completely bruised and battered. You run away from him, not knowing how soon, you would need him again…
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You were softly humming to a tune that was currently stuck in your head, while finishing up your homework. You knew that you probably should´ve been asleep by now. And who does homework on a saturday?
But it was the only way to distract yourself. To stop thinking about Miles and what he was doing right now.
He had visited you earlier, but something came up. Something that required Spider-Man and you knew that he had to leave. You knew that it was honorable what he did. But that didn't stop you from worrying.
Your head shot up from your desk, as you heard a knocking coming from your window. Your heart rate immediately picked up, as you saw who it was. And oh boy, he didn't look good.
You quickly made your way over to Miles, who had managed to open the window by now. Before he could fall into your room, you leaped forward and caught him by the shoulders, steadying his body.
“Miles?”, you asked, worry lacing your words,”Miles, are you alright?”
“ `m fine, mi tesoro.”, Miles mumbled, but his eyes were closed and he leaned against you with almost his entire weight.
With a grunt, you somehow managed to bring him to your bed. You kneeled down in front of him, carefully lifting your hands, to take off his mask. You gasped at what you saw.
Miles' face was littered with bruises and scrapes. Blood was running down his temple from a small laceration on his forehead.
“What happened to you, Miles?”you asked, standing up to get the first aid kit from your bathroom, while Miles slowly came back to his senses.
“Fighting Green Goblin can be harder than I thought.”, he explained, now slowly following you to the bathroom. You motioned for him to sit down on the counter.
“Lucky for you that my parents aren't home. You´re a mess.”, you sighed, as you examined his wounds.
“I know and I`m sorry, hermosa.”, Miles uttered,”I know I promised you to be more careful.”
“Damn right you did”, you muttered, accidently pressing down on his head a lot more than you anticipated.
Miles hissed and jerked away from your hands. You immediately regretted your action, grabbing one of his hands:”Sorry, my love. I didn't mean to-”
Miles only brushed it off, slightly squeezing your hand:”No, it's alright. Don`t worry”
The next few minutes were spent in silence, while you continued to tend to Miles' wounds, careful not to hurt him again.
“All done”, you mumbled, after finishing up. A small gauze now lacing your boyfriend's forehead.
“Thank you, Y/N.”, Miles smiled, hopping off the counter. He leaned towards you and softly kissed your temple.
You had tried to contain it until now, but the small gesture of love was, what made the cord inside you snap.
Tears started to build on your waterline and you turned away from Miles, pretending to put the first aid kit away, to keep him from seeing your tears.
But it was useless. Miles had already noticed your shift in behavior, his heightened senses telling him that something was terribly wrong.
“Hermosa?”, Miles asked, carefully grabbing your shoulder,”What´s up? what happened?”
“You happened”, You mumbled, pushing his hand off and walking back to your bedroom.
Miles only stood there for a second, confused by your answer before he eventually followed you. It broke his heart, when he saw you sitting on the edge of your bed, your head in your hands and tiny sobs coming from you, that you clearly tried to suppress .
“What do you mean, I happened?”, Miles cautionally asked, as he sat down next to you, scooting closer.
“Miles…”, you mumbled and finally looked up to him, “I think I love you.”
The boy in front of you didn't know what to say at first. Surely, you had been together for a few months now, been friends for years prior, but none of you had said those three words before.
“That's why I can't lose you”, you elaborated, “You matter too much to me.”
“You won't lose me, Y/N '', Miles assured, grabbing your wrist. Almost automatically, you leaned closer to him.
“How can you promise that?!”, you cried,”How can you promise me that you won't die out there? Just look at what happened today!”
You jumped up, pacing through your room, not being able to control your anger nor your sorrow.
Miles slowly stood up. He wanted to calm you down, to tell you that everything was gonna be fine, but he knew that wouldn´t do the trick, not today.
Without saying anything, he steped in front of you, his hands reaching for your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to his body. You softly leaned your forehead against his chest, trying to calm yourself down.
“Mi tesoro…”, Miles mumbled, making you look up at him, “ I know it's not easy, but someone has to do this job.”
That was already enough for you. You pushed Miles away again:”Then why does it have to be you? That's not fair! You're risking your life for people that don't even know you, people that probably don't even care about you!”
“I was given these powers, so it's my responsibility to use them to help others.”, Miles tried to explain, but he knew that you were upset and that you didn't want to hear anything that you usually agreed with right now.
“Fuck that!”, you shouted,”I can't lose you, Miles. I just can't!"
Without another word, you turned around and ran, leaving Miles behind in your room. You only grabbed your keys and immediately left your apartment. You couldn't bear this situation anymore. You were on edge, your emotions wreaking havoc.
Miles didn't even have time to process what was happening, before you were out of the door.
"Y/N! Wait!”, he yelled, but it was too late, the door of your apartment already falling shut.
“Shoot!”, Miles cursed under his breath, searching for his mask. He found it discarded on your bed. Quickly grabbing it, he made his way back to your window, which was still open. He hopped outside, his hands already raised, ready to go. He had to find you. It was the middle of the night and you were alone out there.If something happened to you, Miles would never forgive himself.
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It had not been long, since you left your boyfriend behind in your room. But you were still running. Away, just away from him, from Miles, from Spider-Man, from your relationship, from everything. It was all too much for you to handle right now.
So, not caring, what could possibly happen, you just sprinted through the streets of Brooklyn, with no particular destination. By now, you had almost been run over by a car multiple times, you had bumped into someone's shoulder at least three times, muttering a small apology before running away again.
As you entered a less busy part of the city, you didn't worry as much anymore, which you probably should've done, because the person you bumped into now, was someone you didn't want to bump into.
A small grunt left your lips, as you ran into something solid. If you didn't know better, you thought you would´ve run into a surface. But as you looked up from your place on the floor, you saw a man glaring at you.
“I'm so-sorry.”, you muttered, jumping up again. “I'd-did`nt meant t-to..”, you rambled on, as you tried to sneak away, but the man suddenly leaped forward and grabbed your wrist harshly.
“Where do you think you're going?”, he grumbled. You only gulped, the close proximity making a shiver run down your spine.
“Isn't she cute?”, you heard another voice and as the man who was holding your wrist slightly turned around, you knew that you were in deep shit.
Now that the heap of a man had stepped aside, you saw that he wasn't alone. Three other Men were currently eying you up. Some looked disgusted, others concerningly happy.
“She is”, the heap of a man grinned, pulling you out of your thoughts.He pulled you into their circle, pushing you into the middle.
“Please”, you mumbled,”Just let me go”
You were scared to death and suddenly you regretted the fight you just had with Miles.What if you never saw him again? What if the last interaction you had with him would be this stupid fight about Spider-Man.
You were too stuck in your thoughts and your fear, that you didn't notice the second man come closer to you. He was much thinner and taller than the man you had run into.
He was now right in front of you. You could feel his breath in your hair, smell the alcohol he had consumed.
"Now, why would we do that, hm?", he referred to your earlier statement.
He put his hand on your shoulder, leaning his face down to your level:", You'd make such a sweet companion."
You were now very obviously shaking and close to tears again. This couldn't be how it ended. Not long ago, you had complained about losing Miles and now, he might lose you.
"Let her go!"
You visibly relaxed, as you heard his voice. And only seconds later, he came swinging in, his fist crashing into the jaw of the man in front of you.
As his unconscious body fell to the ground, you quickly backed off.
"Spider-Man!", one of the Men yelled and he and another one tried to run away but Miles shot a few webs at them, tying them up.
You were awestruck by your boyfriend for a second. He had just managed to beat three grown men all alone. But you quickly snapped out of it, as the Heap of a man grabbed your wrist again. You yelped as he pulled you against his chest, a knife rising to your throat.
"Back off or she's done for it!", he yelled, but as Miles Gaze fell onto you two, it didn't even take him two seconds, before you were free again and the man was unconsciously laying on the floor, blood running out of his nose.
You looked at the chaos around you, your breathing still heavy and your body still full of adrenaline.
"Are you alright?", Miles asked, stepping over to you.
You nodded, but as he went to grab your hand, you flinched away in pain.
"Ouch…", you mumbled, as you examined your wrist. A dark bruise was forming all the way around your arm, where the man had grabbed you multiple times, apparently harder than you had thought.
"That's asshole! I'm gonna-", Miles cursed, already on the way over to the unconscious culprit, but you quickly stepped in front of him, stopping him from doing something stupid.
"Please Miles. Let's just go home", You begged. And that was enough for him. His eyes landed on yours and he saw how tired you were. The stress now even more visible on your face.
"Of course, Hermosa", Miles mumbled,"Hold on tight"
You nodded as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Just quickly jumped up, your legs wrapping around his body.
As soon as you were secured, Miles took off and it only took a few minutes of swinging before you reached your apartment again.
You quickly opened your window and climbed inside, Miles following close by.
Before any of you had the chance to say something, you leaped forward, hugging Miles tightly. He had barely time to take off his mask, as you pressed yourself to him. He quickly engulfed you in his arms, face buried in your hair, taking in your sweet scent.
"I'm sorry", you mumbled into his shoulder, "For yelling at you and for just running away."
Miles parted slightly to look at you, his hand came up to rest on your cheek:"Don't ever apologize for how you feel."
You nodded slowly, leaning further into his touch.
"I could've been more understanding too", he finally said, "I know that you worry a lot and you have every right to, but please try to understand that I'm trying to do the right thing here."
"You are Miles", you interrupted him. He only blinked in confusion:"Wait, I am?
You chuckled softly :" I have never really seen you in action before today and thinking that it could've any other girl who doesn't have Spider-Man for a boyfriend, I know that something terrible could've happened. "
" I'm sorry that I didn't get to you earlier", Miles uttered, "I could've prevented that bruise"
He motioned to your hand that was resting against his forearm.
You only shook your head:"No Miles, you saved me. And now I know that you're right. That you're doing the right thing."
A soft smile appeared on Miles face:"Thank you, Hermosa"
Your cheeks slightly reddened at how often he used that nickname today and you quickly stood on your tiptoes to kiss his temple. But before you could back away again, Miles grabbed your hips, pulling you in for a proper kiss. And you immediately melted against him. His lips worked against yours in a soft pace as you stumbled back towards your bed. As your shins hit it, you let yourself fall onto the sheets, pulling Miles with you.
"Let's go to sleep", You breathed, as you finally parted.
"Yeah,I'm tired", Miles agreed, snuggling up to you, not caring that he still wore his suit.
You didn't care about your street clothing either. All that mattered right now, was Miles softly breathing next to you, his arms wrapped around your waist securely and his head buried into the crook of your neck.
Before you both drifted off to sleep, you could hear Miles mumble:"I love you too by the way."
"Good to know", you chuckled lowly, "Good to know"
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respect-the-hyphen · 6 months
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ouchie ouch ouch I got a blister on my foot from some crappy shoes that I've been wearing as civilian!spidey and ouch ouch ouchie don't recommend fighting against criminals in a spandex suit with blisters owwwwww
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green-greed · 1 year
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CHAPTER 2 CHAPTER 2 CHAPTER 2‼️❣️❄️
Basically Parksborn is on a ski trip with Octogoblin. What could go wrong? 🎿
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gildeddlily · 7 months
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if i get an idea for another fic I'm gonna lose it
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maryvioletique7708 · 2 years
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Forgot to mention, New chapter🎉
And by that I ment I legitimately forgot to post new chapters in my Fic. So yeah.
Also, I know how to add link now!!!!and bad news is that I can't put Chapter 9
🎉\(^w^)/🎊
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mariposalass · 2 years
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Dear friend,
You are hereby invited to the royal wedding of Queen Aricka of Glay Don Wood and her fiancé, Crown Prince Peter Parker, fondly nicknamed Tobey.
The wedding will be Tuesday May 31, at the Central Glay Don Wood Royal Castle, beginning at 5:30.
The theme is, “We’re Each Other’s Hero.” Dress like a wedding casual version of your favorite superhero from any media-!
The reception will be comfy/casual; in the Central Glay Don Wood Community Park, and begins at 6:45 with appetizers while the wedding party takes photos.
The dance floor will open promptly at 7 and close at 11:30. We will then relocate to the entrance of the park and send Aricka and Peter off with a flower petal toss that their carriage can ride over!
We hope to see all of you there.
Sincerely,
Queen Evelyn Rose Grimhilde of Eastern Glay Don Wood.
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Oh thank you! Will be looking forward to it!
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selfshippingwhore · 5 months
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A/n: Spider-Man 2 has a choke hold on me 😩
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High-School, High-School was the last time Peter had seen her. Brooke, the ever popular cheerleader, the Captain of the debate team and the girl he had the biggest crush on.
She never let popularity go to her head, not like Flash or the others. She was kind to him and Harry and he still remembered that night at the Home Coming dance. She had found out Flash was cheating on her so he did her best to cheer her up.
It was meant to be just one dance, just something to make Brooke smile again but the next thing he new they were talking through out the whole night.
He had his first kiss that day, surprisingly he had lost his virginity to her too and of course he asked her out and she to his surprise said yes.
But of course nothing ever seemed of go right for him because she moved a week later.
He did his best to keep in contact with her over the years and it worked. Up until the point where he had lost his Aunt then it slowly tricked down to a small text.
So much time has passed, Peter would think about Brooke every now and then. He lost Aunt May, had a fling with Black Cat and dated MJ.
It seemed things finally started to go write for him, while his relationship with MK may have ended at least they were still friends. Harry was back and he finally had a good job.
Though his heart stopped once he heard what MJ had to say.
“Brooke is coming back! I hope you two don’t mind! She’s meeting us here”
Peter honestly didn’t know how to react, he didn’t even know that she and MJ kept in contact and he wonder why Brooke never told him.
Henry grins as he nudged Peter. “Hear that, your little crush is coming back.”
“Y-ya.” His hands felt too clammy and suddenly he was back in high school but the question that kept running around in his mind was one thing.
‘Do she still have feelings for him?’
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frenziedslashers · 10 months
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Hi there! I would like a request a OS about Peter B Parker x Fem! Reader as a married couple Smut (Reader is Mayday's mother). The Reader is like Starfire (An alien superheroine and a beautiful hot like fire (literally, since her powers comes from the sun) person married to a human) Like Malewife and Girlboss...So when Peter comes home, she's taking care of her daughter meanwhile he was on patrol, so she put her daughter on bed time. She wants to have a night of "fun" with her husband. Taking good care of him with a bath and a dinner so then the "fun" can come. With a purple robe and a sexy lavender lingerie. I can leave the smut part to you with some recommendations Lactation Kink, Praise kink, "Mommy" kink, Oral (Female and male receiving), Creampie, maybe 69 position...
Take good care 🥰
Early Nights Off;;
A/N: Dude, I am literally blowing you kisses and hugging you platonically through my laptop rn. I was smiling and kicking my feet when I saw that you nearly instantly sent me a request for Peter. I am so in love with him, I love my silly goofy DILFs hehe. I have never written for a lactation kink before so I will not be doing that as I do not know how and Idk how comfortable I am with it LMAO I will try and interoperate the rest into this for you though. Thank you again, literally my savior for my brain rot rn. HE IS SO MALEWIFE THOUGH, YOU ARE SO REAL. I hope this is good enough, this is my first Peter fic haha.
Warnings: Breeding Kink (I just know he has one after Mayday.), Praise Kink, "Mommy" Kink sort of?, Oral (F and M Receiving), Creampie (Wrap it before you tap it guys), Reader is an alien (Not proofread, sorry lmao)
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Any other day it would be easy for Peter to patrol the city all night. Even if the crime activity was little to nothing. He could spend all day and night swinging from building to building. It beat sitting at home with nothing to do.
Except now he had a reason to be home. Even before the two of you had Mayday, and it was just you. He found himself crawling through the window of your shared apartment earlier and earlier each night. You were his weakness, and he was never ashamed to admit it.
After you gave him his first kid though. There were some nights that he wouldn't go out at all. Too enraptured by baby Mayday to even think about leaving your cozy home. Playing with the baby. Watching you nurture and care for her. Being a dad was something he enjoyed a lot more than he ever thought he would. He had Miles to thank for breaking his fear of kids.
Tonight was one of his early nights. Calling it quits after all he found for crime activity was a man robbing a woman of her purse. Cliché and typical, but he put a stop to it nonetheless. Getting the woman's purse back while also tying the attacker up in front of the New York Police Department with a letter attached to him.
'Caught him robbing a lady, you're welcome. - Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man.'
He wondered if they ever actually took in and charged the people he left on their doorstep like that. Or if they simply untied them and let them run because they had no proof they actually did anything wrong? That was a question for another time, though. Right now he was focused on opening the bedroom window. Crawling in and shutting it behind him to keep the muggy air outside from entering the room.
He was quick to take the suit off. Figuring he wouldn't need it for the rest of the night. Pulling a grey shirt on that hung on the side of the bed. Keeping only his boxers on to allow his body to cool down from the warmer conditions outside.
You were in the living room. Comfortable pajamas on while you lulled Mayday to sleep in your arms. A soft hum leaving your throat as you rocked her back and forth. He had to stop and watch for a while. Leaning against the door frame that led him from your shared room to the living room.
"You're back early," you cooed. At times he wished you didn't have the ability to sense him like he could you. It was nice sometimes, though. Not at times that he wanted to just sit and watch you mother his baby.
"I missed my beautiful girls," he murmured, that smug smile gracing his features. You were glad to have looked up and seen it.
"Well, I just fed her and got her to sleep." you informed, and he nodded. Licking his lips while his eyes raked over you. Practically undressing you and imagining all the things he could do to you right now. It had been so long since the two of you had any time to each other. That seemed to be one of the few, if not only down falls to being parents. Sex felt scarce, but that didn't mean it was totally absent from your lives.
"I think I might shower while you lay her down," he spoke, shifting his feet as he went to turn back for the bathroom down the hall. "Or I could run you a bath while I make you something to eat?" you offered and he just couldn't say no.
He smiled, nodding his head while staring you down. So much love and adoration was in his eyes. He was perfect. Mayday was perfect. You were perfect.
"What man could say no to that offer?" He snickered, to which you rolled your eyes. Smiling fondly at your husband while you stood to your feet. Kissing his cheek when you made it over to him. "I'll get that bath running then," you hummed. Heading for Maydays room to put her to bed. Shutting the door behind you before you scurried off for the bathroom. Swaying your hips a little more than normal since you knew he was staring.
He was, too. His eyes eating you up like candy while they took in your form. God, he could eat you alive.
The water was the perfect temperature. The soaps that you put in it had him melting into the atmosphere. Everything was perfect. He couldn't ask for anything better. When you came walking in with food, and that skimpy bathrobe that drove him crazy. He was certain you were praying on his downfall.
"You spoil me," he told you as he took a plate from your hand. Watching as you sat on the edge of the tub with your own plate in hand. The both of you eating together. Peter a little more eager than you. He loved his food.
"Only because you spoil me in return," you grinned. He raised a questioning brow. Taking a bite of the Mac and Cheese that you warmed up from the night before. "How? I don't make enough money to spoil you. You spoil me more that I do you, and it's a little unfair," he pouted a bit. He hated the fact that he couldn't spoil you like he wanted to, but you never seemed to mind. Everything was fine the way it was.
"You find your ways, Pete," you hummed as you put your plate on the sink counter. Climbing off the tub so you could kneel on the floor next to the tub. His eyes were glued to yours. A questioning glint to them that begged for you to explain further.
"You don't need money to spoil someone. You pamper me with little things. Like your affection and how romantic you can be," you smiled, because he truly was a sap. He loved spending nights cuddling with you. Kissing over your body while reminding you how beautiful you were. Praising you for carrying his baby. Your baby. Making dinner for you on the nights that you couldn't bring yourself to. Or simply taking you and Mayday to the park to get some ice-cream and be a family.
"If it weren't for you, I probably would have never had little Mayday, either," you admitted, and he raised a brow. "Really?" He questioned, and you nodded.
"I never really wanted kids. Not until we started dating. You made me realize that I don't need to be scared of that sort of commitment ever again. You gave me a beautiful daughter," he felt his heart racing at your words. "I never really wanted a kid before you, either. It scared me, being a superhero and all." You both chuckled at that. Staring at one another for a moment or two.
"I guess we both spoiled each other in that department," you told him, and he nodded. "Guess so."
When Peter and yourself finally finished eating, that's when you helped him wash his hair. Something that he was going to do himself, but when you offered to do so. He just laid back and let you.
Your fingers pulled through his hair. Nails scratching his scalp just right while you spread the shampoo. A soft moan leaving his lips while his eyes fell shut. It had you smiling to yourself. Biting your bottom lip to try and keep it from growing any wider.
You leaned in to press a kiss to his shoulder. Your hands trailing down his chest while you leaned in closer to his ear. Peter's eyes opening when he felt your breath on his ear. His eyes trailing down to your chest. Catching a glimpse of the lavender bra under your bathrobe. The thought of you in lingerie had him grunting. His cock twitching to life under the water. It had been too long since the two of you had done anything like this. Something that wasn't a quickie before he left for work after his lunch break, while Mayday was down for her afternoon nap.
"God, I love you so much," he muttered, and you giggled. Pressing a kiss to his temple. "Scoot down so I can wash your hair out, goofball," you teased, and he felt his heart thumping. "Yes Ma'am."
Once his hair was all washed it was time for him to call it a night. Eyes begging for you to take him to the bedroom so you could both fuck like rabbits. Before Mayday that's what it felt like you two were. Primal Animals that only knew how to fuck or make love. Whatever mood Peter was in that night deciphered how he screwed you.
Tonight he wanted to pamper you. To really spoil you since he knew you planned to do the same to him. Gosh, "I'd do anything to be between those thighs," He murmured out loud. A dumbstruck look on his face. He hadn't even noticed he said it out loud, and you knew it. A giggle escaping your lips while you leaned forward. Ghosting your lips over his. "Not if I'm between yours first," you cooed, and he shuddered.
His face was a slight red out of embarrassment. He hadn't meant to say that to you out loud, but it wouldn't be the first lewd thing he'd ever said to you. Peter was fairly good at telling you what he wanted and how he wanted to do it. The more lust filled he got, the less of a sensor he had.
It was like a race for the both of you. Peter standing from the tub while flicking the switch so the water would drain. Scrambling out of it while you laughed and giggled with him. The both of you doing your best to be quiet so Mayday wouldn't wake up.
You ran for the bedroom. Feet pattering against the wooden floor while he did the same. Shutting the door behind himself before he pulled you in for a kiss that he craved. One that you both craved, really.
"I know you're wearing it," he spoke against your lips. Pulling the string of your bath robe so it would fall open. He was quick to pull back so he could see your frame better. "You still like it?" You asked, and he was quick to nod. His fingers running up your sides to your breasts. Giving them both a light squeeze with a groan. "Baby, I never want you to take it off," he chuckled, and you both knew that was a lie. By the end of the night he'd have it ripped off you and in a pile on the floor.
His lips came in contact with your neck. Fiery touches that you would never get used to. Your own powers were controlled by the sun, yet this heat was always so unfamiliar to you. So nice.
"Peter," you sighed as he sucked on your skin. Your body jolting when his fingers pinched your nipples through your bra. "You're so gorgeous, you know that?" He asked against your skin. Licking over your collar bone. You chuckled with a nod, "You tell me all the time," "Yeah, well I don't say it damn near enough." You rolled your eyes at his comment, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. "Yeah, and I don't tell you how good of a boy you are for me enough, either," he let out a grumble of a moan against your skin. It was so easy to rile him up, you loved it.
"May I?" You asked, ghosting your fingertips over his shaft, and he nodded. "Words, Peter," you demanded, and he shuddered. "Yes... Yeah, please," he mewled, and you snickered. He was already a mess.
You shrugged the robe off, allowing it to fall to the floor to give his hands more access to your skin. Your hand quick to reach between your lovers legs and grab him. Giving him a slow stroke before stopping to squeeze the base. His head fell onto your shoulder. A sigh leaving his lips while he gripped your hips.
"I need you," he called, "God, I need you so bad, don't tease me," he cried a little, and you had half a mind to listen, but you didn't want to. You had other plans for the night. You wanted to draw out this time you both had together for as long as you could.
"No," you purred, and the whine that he let out was heavenly. "Now, don't pout, Petey," you purred, "be a good boy for me and I'll reward you," he nodded frantically. He just wanted you to carry on and do something. Anything.
When you started to drop to your knees he felt his heart stutter in his chest. Everywhere your hands grazed as you slid down to the floor was on fire. At this point he couldn't tell if it was from his excitement, or if you were doing it yourself.
Your hand stroked his shaft a couple more times. Peter watching with excited eyes. His thighs shaking while he fought the urge to thrust forward.
"You can touch me, Peter," you told him, and he nodded. His shaky hands coming to tangle in your hair. One staying on the top of your head while the other came to cup the side of your face.
"Will you be good?" You asked, and he nodded. "I know you will," you hummed, kissing his hip. Listening to the moan that left his throat just from having your lips so close to where he wanted you the most. He craved you to the point that it hurt.
When you did finally reach his cock, the noise he made was unreal. Your eyes darting up to his with warning. One of his hands shot up to cover his mouth. A soft 'sorry, my love,' falling from his lips. He truly didn't mean to be as loud as he was. He could never help it. He prayed that one day the two of you could find a babysitter for Mayday so neither of you had to hold back as much as you both did.
Your head bobbed and he felt his knees shaking all ready. His brow knitting together while his chest began to heave. He couldn't take his eyes off of you. You were like an angel. On your knees, committing sin. The thought made him shudder. A hum rumbling from his chest while his head lolled to the side. "Feels so... Good," he purred, and you hummed in response. The vibration sending a wave of pleasure through his body. Both hands shooting to the top of your head so he could stable himself. His mouth slightly parted while his vision grew blurry from the tears that pricked the corners of his eyes.
"God, like that, shit," he spewed out words. You knew he was close, even if you couldn't sense it like he could sense your own approaching orgasms. You would know from how many times you've made him cum in your relationship.
You didn't allow him to, though. Another groan leaving his lips while he buckled forward. His hips thrusting forward a little in an attempt to chase your mouth. "Dammit, I was so close," he slurred, and you chuckled. Leaving an open mouthed kiss on the side of his cock. "I know, and you did so good for me baby," you purred, and he whined. He had such mixed feelings for your praising tease. He loved it, but he also despised it.
"How about I reward you now?" You asked, looking up to your lover with a grin. He was quick to nod in agreement. Licking his lips while he waited anxiously for what you had to say next.
"You wanna fill me up tonight?" "You have no idea," he practically growled. The sound of his voice. The switch from whiny to damn near feral. It went straight to your core. Your breath hitching as he helped pull you to your feet. Pushing you back until you were on the bed.
He fell on top of you. Caging your body with his own. Something seemed to snap in his eyes and it excited you more than taking control over him. It wasn't often that you let him be in complete control, but right now. All you could think of is what he had said in the tub.
"You still want your head between my thighs?" You asked, and his eyes were quick to meet yours again. A smirk pulling at his lips while he stared down at you. "I'd live there if I could, baby," you both chuckled a little at this, but you both knew it was true, too. There were some mornings that you'd wake up to his head between your thighs. Eating you like you were his last meal on earth. He'd just give you head if you'd let him. He never really expected anything in return from you.
He lips crashed down onto yours. A kiss that had you both gasping for air when he was done. Teeth on teeth that led to his tongue exploring your mouth.
His hands were on their own mission. Scaling your body. Taking in every dip and curve that you had. Memorizing you like he did every other time he touched you. If he didn't have any other responsibilities, he could stay in this position with you forever. Touching your body while kissing you with fervor.
One of his hands cupped your breast. The other resting on your thigh. His lips finally parting from yours with a string of saliva still connecting you both. A smug and dreamy smile on his face. "I love you," he hummed, and you giggled. "I love you, too," you told him, and his smile grew. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have you.
His lips trailed over the top of your breasts. Kissing and sucking. Leaving little marks on the soft skin. His hand on your thigh sliding up your body so he could take both of your breasts in his hands. Squeezing and toying with your sensitive mounds of flesh. Your back arching with soft noises that left your throat. Every sound that you made only fed his ego more than it did before.
His mouth replaced one of his hands. Mouthing over the thin fabric that his your nipples from the air. Saliva wetting your skin through the fabric. A sharp inhale coming from you when he nipped your sensitive skin. Your fingers gripping his shoulders while he teased your body. He knew what drove you crazy. Just like you knew what drove him crazy.
His free hand trailed down to your panties. His hand cupping your sex with a moan. He could feel how hot you were down there and it drove him wild. His middle and index finger running over your mound. Feeling how wet you were through the fabric of the lingerie. It was intoxicating him. Just as much as his touch was intoxicating you.
His mouth switched over to your other breast. Biting the flesh while he pushed your panties to the side to slip his middle finger inside of you. A gasp leaving your throat while you tugged at his hair. "Pete!" you snapped, and he grunted, "'M sorry, you're just so good," he moaned against your skin. His now free hand reaching behind you to undo the bra that kept him from your bare skin. Gibing him the chance to abuse your nipples without the fabric in the way. Though, it didn't last long before his mouth was trailing down your stomach. Leaving wet kisses on his way down.
Once he met your clothed sex with his face he felt himself growing impatient. Nudging your clothed clit with his nose. "You're so pretty like this," he sounded drunk. He practically was. Anytime he had sex he was. He was intoxicated by you. You were his perfect drug.
His fingers hooked your underwear. Pulling them down your legs and tossing them to the side. Peter blew on your sex. Keeping your legs apart with his strong grip. "Stay still for me, please," he asked, looking up with pleading eyes. Though there was a hint of command behind them that had you clenching around nothing. You only nodded your head in agreement, which had him smiling.
He was quick to get to work. Licking up your slit. Your breath hitching while your fingers tangled in his hair. His hips bucking down into the bed to try and gather some sort of friction for himself.
He licked at your sensitive bud. Licking and sucking until you were squirming and on the verge of tears. Biting the back of your hand to hold back the cries that tried to bleed from your mouth.
"Taste so good," he rambled. Reaching a hand down to push two fingers inside you. Curling them up, then dragging them out. Slipping the digits past his lips to take a taste. Moaning around his fingers before slipping them out. "Heavenly," he sighed, before diving in once again. Lapping you up like a dog.
It wasn't long before you were summing on his tongue. You told him you were close, but he knew. Only abusing your clit until you were convulsing underneath him. If it weren't for you pushing his head away, he would have made you cum again, too.
"Peter, please," you cried, and he looked up from between your legs. "Just one more time," he tried to plea. Leaning down to lick your clit again. Your body jolting at the overstimulating feeling. "Peter, if you aren't inside me in the next ten seconds I swear to God," you snapped, and he smirked. "All right, all right," he chuckled, kissing your stomach before pulling himself up so he was positioned between your thighs.
He moved above you for a moment or two. Just staring down at you with those adoring eyes. You hated how he looked at you sometimes. It made your heart ache and wish that you had met him sooner than you had. He always made you feel so special and so loved.
"I want another kid," he blurted, "Maybe a little boy, he could have your eyes," he daydreamed out loud, and you nearly laughed. Yet, you couldn't. You only stared back up at him. Hearts practically in your eyes while you reached up to cup the sides of his face. "Only if he has your smile," he chuckled at your words. Leaning down to nuzzle your nose with his. "Is that a yes to baby number two?" He snickered, reaching down to rub your stomach. He was obsessed with you, and he couldn't get over the thought of you carrying another one of his kids. He was already crazy for you, but seeing you pregnant with his child? It did things to him, and you knew it, too. He wasn't shy about it.
"You like being a mommy?" He hummed, and you nodded, "Only for you," you chuckled, and he snickered. "You're a good one too. So loving, caring, rewarding," he winked with the last word, and you rolled your eyes. Swatting his chest. "Peter," he shrugged. "You are, I'm glad you are, too. Mommy. It's a good title for you," He cooed, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.
"Peter, it's been over ten seconds," you reminded him, wrapping your legs around his waist. Bringing your hips up to meet his. The both of you shuddering at the friction. "All right," he sighed out, but instead of pressing himself inside of you like you wanted. He pulled away from you. A frown settling on your lips. "What?" "Hands and knees, now," you stared for a second. It never ceased to surprise you when he ordered you around, but you never really complained about it either.
Once you were maneuvered around he was quick to pull you closer to him by your hips. Leaning down to kiss the dip of your back. "Gonna fill you full," he murmured against your skin, rubbing the tip of his dick along the slit of your sex.
"Shit, Peter," you wined, leaning down to lay the side of your face on the bed. Peter let out a moan at the position you put yourself in. Ass in the air, face in the sheets. You were gorgeous.
He hushed you, biting his lip while putting his fingers against your lips. You sucked them into your mouth and he swore it was one of the hottest things you've done.
When he pressed inside of you, you both fought to stay quiet. Peter was practically falling apart above you. The thought of fucking a baby into you had him harder than he had expected. His hips giving a few testing rolls to make sure you were wet enough. Only moving when you gave a nod.
His thrusts were slow at first. Rolling against you with rhythm. Until they weren't. Until you begged him to move fasted and he had to listen to you.
Both of his hands were on your hips now. His own hips thrusting in and out of you at a past that had your whole body trembling. You pawed and gripped at the sheets. One of his hands keeping hold of your hip while the other reached for one of your hands. Intertwining his fingers with your own. Even while he was fucking you dumb he showed so much affection for you. It was almost overwhelming.
Peter leant over you. Pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade while he panted and moaned in your ear. The sound of skin on skin echoing in the room. The faster he got the further you got smothered into the bed. He was chasing that high that the both of you craved. When he felt his approaching, he was quick to reach between your thighs to rub your clit with the speed of his thrusts. Bringing the both of you to the highs that you desired. His hips slowing while he rolled out his orgasm and rubbed out your own.
Peter lay limp above you. His chest heaving on top of your back. One hand running up and down your side while the other squeezed and rubbed at your hand.
"One more?" He asked, and you chuckled. "Your libido's too high for your own good, Peter," you sighed, and he chuckled. Pulling out of you which caused the both of you to groan with distaste. "I'm not hearing a no?" He questioned with a brow raised. Helping you roll onto your back. "One more," you told him with a nod, and he grinned. "Maybe two?" "Pete, don't push it," you giggled, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck. Peter laughing into the kiss he gave you.
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yandereaffections · 1 year
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My Hero Academia Masterlist
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Izuku Midoriya (Deku)
Coming home covered in blood begging for love
Headcannons
“if you dont love me ill kill myself”
Deku vs Bakugo
Naga Izuku
S/o who is clingy during their period
Punishments
Kidnapped S/o giving up
Jealous S/o leaving hickeys all over him
College Roomate
Siren Izuku w/ Lost at sea S/o
S/o w/ Psychedelic quirk
Poly Uraraka/Deku w/ a S/o who loves to Knit
S/o w/ a Angelic quirk
Not letting anyone else touch his S/o
Poly Nage Deku/Bakugo w/ Harpy S/o
Naga Izuku w/ Crush whos terrified of snakes
S/o who is tired all the time
The Purge + Blind S/o
Poly Uraraka/Deku HC
Nurse S/o
Tough S/o using her quirk to play with kids
S/o who loves his fluffy hair
Bakugo + Izuku with a S/o whos Quirk ends up hurting them
Dating Aizawas daughter
“hows the weather up there?”
Siren
Villain Deku trying to supply his vampire s/o with his blood
Darlings whos accidently morbid and creepy
Finding Crush s/o crying cause they were rejected by someone else
Gifting him an actual heart in a jar for Valentines
Yandere Alphabet: B,D,H,M,O
Villain Deku Headcannons
Comforting S/o who is upset over a character design change
Goth Darling who melts at affection
Comforting S/o who feels objectified
Poly Deku & Uraraka Headcannons
S/o who cant kiss directly in fear of eye contact
Darling attracting butterflies to them with their blood
Kidnapped S/o breaking down in relief that they dont have to worry about school anymore
Kidnapped Darling demanding cuddles when coming home
S/o that demands affection
Darling who loves that love lolita fashion but broke
Poly Kirideku
S/o wearing a lolita dress inspired by his hero outfit
Izuku Midoriya vs Peter Parker
S/o likes to be carried by him
S/o escapes only to come back with fast food
S/o saying "Yo! Guess what I found!!" with a arrow in their shoulder
S/o who jokes they're basically a acrow with anxiety cause they love shiny
"Why would you want me? You could have anyone you wanted"
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Bakugo Katsuki
Deku vs Bakugo
Shut in S/o
S/o who has low self esteem due to family
S/o whose friends are affectionate
S/o Practicing their Love Confession with Deku
Accidentally hurting S/os feelings
Unknowingly kidnapping Vampire S/o
Liking Naga Bakugos punishments
Poly Nage Deku/Bakugo w/ Harpy S/o
Werewolf Bakugo protecting his mate
S/o whose parents dont let them have more than the minimum
S/o does illegal quirk cage battles
S/o Revealing her Healing quirk
Tall darling with low self esteem
Parents not supporting S/o after Winning tournament
Quiet crush Kabedoning him
S/o who can beat his ass
Bakugo + Izuku with a S/o whos Quirk ends up hurting them
S/o has a ‘villainous’ quirk
Kidnapped darling ignoring him
Naga Bakugo/Hunted down
Darling confessing to him first
Only being soft for his S/o
Villain Darling
S/o who’s the polar opposite of him
Finding his missing  kidnapped S/o in his bed
Kidnapped darling loving him back
S/o who spars cause they want to be pinned
Accidently hurting a low self esteem reader
Bat quirked reader
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Aizawa Shouta
Depressed S/o
Villain S/o
NS FW HC
The Purge
Vampire
Drider
Vampire S/o
Demon
Demon Aizawa w/ angel s/o
Life Threatening situation
S/o being forced to be a Villain cause their family is that way
Werewolf Aizawa
S/o who relaxes when he plays with their hair
Thicc S/o
S/o who loves cats just as much as him
Making him jealous from giving all your attention to cats
Cuddling HC
Hawks kidnapping Aizawas S/O prt 2 (prt one on Hawks section)
Shinso dating Aizawas child
Cat like S/o
Stalking celerity S/o
S/o with daddy issues
S/o w/ a Bear quirk
Taking care of his new child
Yandere Alphabet: A,B,E,L,W
Student reader turns out to be the UA Traitor
Finding his S/o tangled in his scarf
Headcannons
S/os personality changes around animals
Stalker Headcannons
Finding out crush sleeps with a eraser head plushie
Tall S/o that pulls him into their chest in every hug
Aizawa falling for a MILF S/o
S/o who was rejected at first before Aizawa fell for them
S/o avoiding him cause they think theyre annoying
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Todoroki Shoto
Jealous Todoroki
Yandere Crush
Kidnapping Tourist S/o
“You’ve already made me a victim, no need to make me a liar too”
Naga Todoroki
Yakuza Leader S/o attempting to send a hit on his father
S/o who wants to be a Manga artist more than a hero
Sick Darling
S/o whos clingy during their period
Yandere Alphabet: C,E,K,W
Falling for S/o HC
Villain Shoto w/ civilian crush
Villain Shoto w/ Villain crush
Engulfing him in a hug after a battle happy hes ok
S/o doesnt speak the same language
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Tsuyu Asui
S/o’s a fan of hers
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Hitoshi Shinso
Siren Hitoshi using his voice to make S/o take their swimsuit off
Naga Hitoshi
Shinso dating Aizawas child
How he would treat you
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Dabi Todoroki
Headcannons
S/o who’s unfazed by Dabis appearance
Innocent Baby sitter crush
Witch S/o
S/o with healing tears family constantly makes them cry
Freedom HC
Stealing his drugged crush after a dental surgery
socially awkward and anxious s/o
another social anxiety s/o HC
Celebrating S/os Birthday
Commenting he should visit his mother more
Gentle darling S/o
S/os in a loveless quirk marriage
Loner S/o
Fluff HCs
S/o who has a cruel family
S/o whos so scared of dadi they cry anytime he gets near
Kidnapping his S/o
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Shigaraki Tomura
HC
Buff s/o who’s actually a softie
someone hurting his darling right infront of him
Younger sister reader
S/o also has skin problems
Affectionate and loving darling
S/o who only allows him to touch them
Yandere Alphabet: A,B,H,I
S/o w/ a quirk similar to his own
Sick darling
Proposing to him
Finding out S/o is his favorite streamer
Peaceful S/o who hates violence
S/o who looking at him with motherly loving eyes
Breaking down and coming to him for comfort
Gentle darling
S/o saying he takes away their emotional pain
naive and trusting darling
“Do I need to remind you what happened last time you acted out? Because I will if you keep pushing me.”
Someone trying to save kidnapped S/o
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Kirishima Eijirou
Headcannons
Fluff HC
S/o who acts tough but is actually really soft
Finding his S/o fighting Bakugou
Poly Kirideku
Getting jealous over how you treat your friend
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Momo Yaoyorozu
Headcannons
S/o Spoiling her
S/o wants more stuffed animals but already has a bed full of them
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Poly Uraraka/Deku
Poly Uraraka/Deku w/ a S/o who loves to Knit
Poly Uraraka/Deku HC
More Poly Deku & Uraraka Headcannons
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Tamaki Amajiki
S/o isnt bothered with being kidnapped
S/o whos on their period
Tamaki + Mirio Poly HC
Vampire
S/o also has Anxiety
Kidnapped s/o insisting on a movie night
S/o is something like the mom of 1A
Seeing his darling is stabbed yet calm about it
Coming home to S/o and their collapsed pillow fort
S/o who loves to cook
Gifting him butterfly hairclips
Hearing S/o saying "Do you have Five wilting Cabbage Leaves instead of a Brain?" to another that tried asking them out
Kidnapped S/o who just stands there after breaking out of captivity
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Mirio
Tamaki + Mirio Poly HC
Accidentally bumping into Blind darling
S/o who likes cats but hes a dog person
S/o who has a god level quirk but is a dumbass
How his yandere tendencies are affected by losing his quirk
Darling flirting with other people
Bear quirk S/o
S/o missing school cause they got hurt while fighting a villain
S/o whos soft with Eri
Pregnant S/o who doesnt want to keep them
Rival s/o whos mad at him for taking their spot in the Big Three
Wooing a introvert darling
Villain Mirio
S/os boyfriend left her pregnant
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Hawks
Equally clingy S/o
S/o with wings
Cottagecore S/o
S/o with a symbiote quirk
Cat Quirk reader
S/o having a depressive episode
Quirkless S/o whos afraid of heights
S/o who loves the petname ‘kitten’
Hawks Bird habits HC
Soft S/o getting pissed and yelling in Spanish
Bathing with him
Finding out his S/o is pregnant
Kidnapped S/o whos chill as long as they have games
S/o whos dependent and clingy feels like he they dont deserve him
Demon
Vampire
Celebrating Halloween
S/o dressing up as him for Halloween
Purge
Villain Hawks
Comforting S/o whose friend started ignoring them suddenly
Falling for a different heros S/o
Hawks kidnapping Aizawas S/o (prt 2 on Aizawas section)
Almost forcing his Vegan S/o to eat meat
Wings HC
Raising a child
Vegan darling HC
Dealing with s/os teacher who doesnt treat them right
Raising a teenage child
Darling who has separation anxiety
Soft S/o whos tall and buff
Feral Headcannons
Shy, Awkward reader
Bat quirk S/o
Miruko & Hawks x reader Headcannons
Preening S/os wings
S/o who has self harm scars on their legs TW
S/os scared of birds
Hero s/o hates the hero commissions
S/o has a affectionate pet bird thats a little shit to keigo
Foreigner that hardly speaks japanese
Shy S/o thats scared of his wings
S/os cat loves hunting/playing with his wings
Yandere alphabet K,P,T
Yandere alphabet A,D,E,L 
Hunted down
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Overhaul
S/o who has a body pillow of him
Trying to get him on a normal date
Angel
S/o whose power ultimately harms them
Darling ends up pregnant because of him
raising a child
S/o is as much of a clean freak as he is
Yandere Alphabet: A,B,I,K,W
Calling him a crow because of his looks
Escaping with Eri
S/o is a escape artist
Naga Overhaul
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Kaminari
S/o scared theyll get zapped if they touch him
S/o who loves affection but is shy about PDA
Using him as a shield against socializing with others
Finding out S/o is Kirishimas sibling
S/o who isnt given gifts often
Werewolf
HC
Yandere Alphabet: A,B,J,W
S/o who loves him just as much
Would denki hurt anyone or punish his S/o
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Sero
Darling confessing their love to him
Yandere Alphabet: A,K,S,R,T
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Tokoyami
Finding out S/o goes out to feed cats with Aizawa and Shinsou
S/o going out of their way to spend time with them
Cuddling HC
Crush is Bakugos sister
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Iida
Finding out S/o wonders out at night
Jealous HC
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Koda
S/o who also has a animal quirk
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Miruko
Chubby S/o
Miruko & Hawks x reader Headcannons
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Nejire
Headcannons
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Jirou
Headcannons
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Mina Ashido
Headcannons
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Inko Midoriya
Headcannons
Introducing deku to their new sibling w/ s/o
Average day with her
Haunted house
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Rei Todoroki
Headcannons
Soft and quiet darling
Introducing her new child w/ s/o
Calm S/o yelling for the first time
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Aoyama
Protective S/o
S/o likes his french
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Deku
NS FW alphabet
Submissive 
Naga Izuku 
Praise Kink & Sugar Mommy S/o
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Aizawa
NS FW HC
Werewolf Aizawa + Breeding 
Feral 
Incubus 
Neko s/o going into heat Ropework 
Favorite Position & Breeding kink 
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Poly Erasermic
Poly Incubus EraserMic w/ S/o 
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Todoroki
NS FW alphabet
Orgasm control, BDSM
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Dabi
NON-CON + Incubus Dabi TW
End of the world + Breeding 
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Poly Dabi/hawks
Poly Incubus Dabi/Hawks w/ S/o 
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Shiguraki
Favorite Position 
Praise/Body Worship 
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Tamaki
Sugar Daddy & One thing that would instantly turn them on
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Hawks
Cockwarming and creampieing 
S/o likes it rough slightly 
Breeding/Heat HC 
Using his Feathers as a form of bondage 
Breeding season 
Extra Heat HC 
Male S/o First Time & Corruption
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Overhaul
Virgin S/o 
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Kaminari
Using his quirk during sex 
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Inko Midoriya
Lingerie & Bodyworship 
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Rei Todoroki
Foreplay Headcannons 
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alloftheimaginesblog · 3 months
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happy new year {peter parker}
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part one here
plot: after your ex peter leaves you a card on christmas, you go visit him.
character: peter parker x female character
note: i love emotional, touch starved peter parker
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It had been almost a week since Peter had left the card on your fire escape and you'd not reached out in any way shape or form despite Peter's hopes and wishes. He took that as the final nail in the coffin. You had completely moved on so it was time he did too.
He had just finished his second patrol of the day and was coming back to Aunt May's for some lunch when his enhanced hearing could hear muffled voices and laughter coming from Aunt May's home. Someone else was here. Peter frowned. Aunt May hadn't mentioned anyone else coming over today. He shrugged it off, maybe just a neighbour coming to wish her a happy new year.
He pulled the mask off, shoving it into his hoodie's pocket - he liked doing his patrols with a hoodie and sweatpants over it to keep the winter chill of New York away - and opened the door. The voices were louder but still muffled, he couldn't tell who it was.
He dropped his backpack by the door and walked into the kitchen where the voices were coming from. Peter was expecting a neighbour - Mr Jenkins or Anita from across the street - he certainly hadn't been expecting the person who was sitting across the kitchen table from Aunt May.
It was you.
Everything seemed to stop, time slowed right down and all Peter could do was stare at you with an expression with resembled that of seeing a ghost. He was acutely aware of his heartbeat, hammering loudly in his chest, ears ringing as your head rose to look at him. Your smile faltered for the briefest of moments as Aunt May stood, re-introducing the two of you after all this time. Your lips moved but he couldn't hear over the ringing in his ears.
It took a solid ten seconds for Peter to come back to reality. He opened his mouth, closed it and then opened it again. He hadn't prepared for this. He wasn't prepared to encounter you again. He thought that this chapter was done, closed and finished... But you were standing in his Aunt's kitchen.
"Hey, Peter," you said gently. God, he wanted to fall to his knees with the way you said his name. One word, two syllables and he would've killed for you if you asked him to.
Aunt May saw his surprise and half stepped in front of you, almost shielding him from you so that he could regain some form of composure, "(y/n) wasn't sure where your new apartment was, Peter, so she came here. She brought some delicious scones as a new year's gift." Her eyes were aglow with excitement, she had hoped the two of you would find your way back to each other and maybe this was that connection finally happening like it should've stayed.
"Uh," Peter nodded to his Aunt May, silently telling her that was he was okay and she moved out of the way. Peter took a deep breath. You looked perfect. He'd seen you a week ago, Christmas Eve, but right now it was like he was seeing you for the first time. Your hair was loose and bouncy, your cheeks slightly rosy from the winter chill, your eyes wide and smiling at him with a slightly unsure expression, "Hi." All it took was that one word and he saw you visibly relax, saw your shoulders fall and saw a flash of relief on your face.
Aunt May quickly thought of an excuse to leave and left the two of you in the kitchen with so much tension hanging in the air between the two of you, "How-"
"I'm sorry-" you blurted out.
Peter frowned, "What?"
"- for just showing up. I-I went to your apartment - your old apartment - the woman that lives there didn't have a forwarding address for you and she wasn't all very pleasant at all-" Peter smiled slightly at your nervous rambling, "-and I knew where Aunt May lived and I had to talk to you so I just came here. I didn't think to call because- I don't actually know. I-"
"Hey," his voice was so soft and gentle, "it's fine." There was a moment's pause and he continued, "I moved about six months ago. Needed a change." The apartment was full of the ghost of you. "Few blocks away from my old apartment. Nicer. Rent is horrendous though." This made you crack a smile.
Again, silence fell. It was awkward. You had come here prepared to tell him what you needed to tell him and now, standing in front of him... you were too scared. He looked good. Tired but good. He had grown his beard out which was nice, you always loved him with a beard. It suited him. His chocolate eyes were just as warm but there was a sadness surrounding him again, like when you first met him.
"Do you want to go for a walk?" He asked quietly.
You nodded immediately, "Sounds good."
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The snow fell slowly, floating down to the ground as you and Peter walked. Neither of you spoke but it was a little more comfortable being out in the open with the sounds of New York around the two of you.
Anxiously, your fingernails dug into your skin. Just tell him, (y/n). You came all this way to chicken out?! You took a breath but Peter beat you to the chase.
"I'm sorry if I overstepped by coming to your apartment," he said sincerely, "I-I know that's why you're here so scream at me if you want, I just... I deserve it." You frowned, confused, "Aunt May had told me she bumped into you and you were with someone and you were happy... I... I got jealous but I shouldn't have done what I did."
"Pete," you said with a shake of the head, "I mean, yeah, you overstepped the mark. It was completely and wildly inappropriate and almost kind of creepy?" You took a second to pick your words, "But you made me kind of snap out of the auto pilot mode I was in."
It was Peter's turn to be confused.
"Jasper... He was great. He's someone Rachel set me up with a few months ago and yeah, he was fun but..." He wasn't you, "it wasn't going to work out. We wanted different things."
You cleared your throat, refusing to look at him and instead looked away from him watching the snow fall, "Wait... you broke up?" You nodded, again not looking at Peter. Embers of hope began to burn a little brighter in his stomach, "Oh."
"He knew about you, you know," you said quietly and had Peter not had enhanced hearing he wouldn't have heard your next few sentences, "He knew he had no chance competing against you even though you weren't trying until last week. He knew that I still loved you."
Peter's face softened and he slowed down with you. He stretched his hand out to take yours but hesitated and his hand fell. For a moment, the two of you stood - you with your back turned and Peter with the most forlorn expression.
"I really tried to get over you, Pete. I really tried." You sniffed, wiping tears away before they could fall. You turned to him, seeing his own eyes welling with tears, "It wasn't your fault, Peter."
His head fell back onto his shoulders as he closed his eyes, tears mixing with wet snow as he exhaled a long breath. For over a year, he harboured the guilt of your accident. It was because of him; who he was. You got hurt and he hated himself for it.
Your hands clasped his cheeks and Peter gasped. He was so touch starved, he hadn't realised that another person hadn't touched him besides Aunt May in a year. You pulled his head away from the sky to look down at you, "You hear me?" You were crying, "What happened to me, it wasn't your fault. I don't blame you, Peter, I never have and I'm so sorry that I couldn't help you last year. I'm so sorry you've held onto this all this time."
He opened his eyes, staring at you again for what felt like the first time, "I didn't mean for you to get hurt."
"I know that," you let out a sob, "Peter, everything you've ever done is to protect me! Had it not been for you, I would've died. You webbed my wounds and took me hospital immediately, you saved me."
"But-"
"You saved me, Peter. None of it was your fault. I do not blame you. Please, please stop blaming yourself."
You pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, pulling him down so you could plant the kiss on him. Then one on his wet nose. Despite the cold, Peter's body was on fire at your touch. This was what he'd been craving for a full year. You.
"You better stop," his voice was thick, "cause if you let me kiss you, I'm never gonna let you go again."
You smiled widely, pressing your foreheads together, "I'm not gonna leave again so by all means..."
He didn't need to be told twice. His lips were on yours in a flash, hot and cold, melding together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. He still tasted the same; chocolate, coffee and peppermint. His hands pulled you in, not hesitant anymore but confident and knowing. He pulled you flush against him as he kissed you, a hand weaving into your hair as the other wrapped around your back. God you missed him. And for a moment, just for a moment, everything in the world was good and everything was right.
What a way to start the year.
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latinotiktok · 6 months
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Percy
-Percy Jackson porque yo lo digo idc (no hay explicación blanca para ese muchacho ese mae es latino)
-Percy Jackson from the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series. Has mad silver teeth energy.
-Percy Jackson. He's an outsider. He works hard to get where he wants to be. He's cool. He's funny. He's an icon. He's from New York. Must I say more.
-percy jackson pq ele é rato de praia e só se fode se isso não é a experiência unificadora da América Latina não sei o que é
-Percy Jackson. Eu sei que tem pessoas com argumentos legítimos para isso, mas estou indo apenas pela ~vibe~
-Percy Jackson porque es de nueva york yo digo que es puertoriqueño 🫡
-percy jackson. he has to be latino he lives in nyc and is coded to be a minority. personally think he's argentino but i've seen hcs for venezuela, brasil, and puerto rico. shoutout to tumblr user latinopercy btw
Percy Jackson, por que ele claramente é latino. Ele deveria ser especificamente brasileiro e carioca. Filho do DEUS DO MAR !!!!! bebendo um mate na praia!!!!! 
Percy Jackson. Mírenme a los ojos y díganme que no. Trauma con su papá ausente. Mamá adolescente. Un padrastro de mierda al que su mamá asesina. Un medio hermano al que al principio no quiere pero después adora. Le dan una espada y procede a desafiar dioses. Eso es muy de niño latino peleando con las autoridades del colegio. 
-Percy Jackson, not only he lives in the harlem (wich im told is v latino heavy in the us) just look at him!! the attitude, the sarcasm the underdogism the jokes the flavour the disrespect to autority cmonnn, meu filho brasileiro eu sinto desde os 13 essa verdade! me diz se a sally n tem mó cara de tia mãe do seu amigo da escola, bota ai um sandra nela e fechou. (pros brarg ainda podiamos vencer por percabeth aka percy brasileiro/annabeth argentina abram seus olhos!!) enfim façamos o que rick não teve coragem!!
-Percy Jackson. He just has the vibes. After all the bullshit my boy went through, he just deserves it, as a treat.
- percy jackson bc seeing a demi god kid have adhd AND be latino would be epic especially bc he's the main character of the series also when i first read the book i kinda did read him as latino bc of certain thing described in the book
-Percy Jackson. en el libro dicen que su madre y poseidon cojieron durante un verano pero su cumpleaños es en agosto, lo que significa que tuvieron que cojer alrededor de diciembre. eso solo tiene sentido si es del hemisferio sur así que en mi corazón es latino
Peter Parker
-Spiderman. ya sabés
-Spiderman (Peter Parker). Por vibes y porque en cada maldita esquina de Latinoamérica hay un tipo vestido de spiderman. Qué sería de nosotres sin él
-El hombre araña, literal no hay trencito de la alegría o pelotero donde no aparezca, no importa la edad si le preguntas a alguien por un superhéroe te lo van mencionar. Es básicamente como Goku pero de cómics, hay publicidades y graffitis de él por todos lados, vas a una parrilla y lo tenés ahí pintado al spiderman en un pared preparando unos choris. Tenemos canónicamente? nuestro propio hombre araña (Julián 💙) y tengo fotos de un hombre araña con la camiseta de la selección festejando sobre un camión. (Disclaimer soy argentina 😅)
-Peter parker de Ultimate Spiderman 2012 por que NO DEJO DE VER UNA PROPAGANDA DE BELDENT CON SU ACTOR DE VOZ. TODO EL CAST DE DOBLAJE DE USM ES ARGENTINO Y ME ATORMENTA.
-homem-aranha, tem forte presença no carnaval de rua brasilero e claramente sabe dançar funk
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