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𝐠𝗼𝗼𝐝 𝗺𝗼𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐩. 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 დ

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𝐬𝐮𝗺𝗺𝐚𝐫𝐲 დ | 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 ♡︎.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 დ | 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 დ | 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 :)

𝗺𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𑁍

the sun beamed gorgeously through your window, the light highlighting and complimenting your beautiful cheekbones as they laid against the white fluffy pillow.

however to you, the sun isn’t beaming gorgeously; it’s beaming irritatingly as it woke you from your slumber.

you let out a groan before yawning and stretching out your tired limbs.

after a few moments of recollecting, you sniffed; your nose picking up the scent of burnt bacon.

your thoughts easily going to 𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧. 

‘𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮’ you thought before getting up to brush your teeth and shower.

𑁍

after the hot, refreshing shower you had just took was over, you went to go and grab a pair of plain, white cotton panties you had in your little sleeping bag before going to peters dresser and grabbing one of his dorky science joke t shirts and threw it over your head.

you walked out of peters bedroom, going down the hall to the kitchen. the smell of cinnamon making your stomach growl in hunger.

you entered the kitchen to find peter humming and swaying to some music, him tossing ingredients left to right.

the smile on your face make your face ache a bit from how big it was.

“oh! good morning beautiful, as you can see i’m making breakfast…” peter exclaimed eyes flickering over to the food for a split second before wincing a tad at its… appearance.

“peter benjamin parker, you can’t cook to save your life” you let out a chuckle at his slightly offended face.

“i have’ll you know- you know what nevermind your right, but truth is i’m just trying to cook for you babe and i think i’m doing a great job! look i even made you a cinnamon, french toast bagel” he gave you his million dollar; beautiful boyish smile, his hands reaching for the bagel, pushing it your way.

“thank you, pete!” you took a bite of the bagel before continuing.

“and i agree on the cooking, your doing an absolute amazing job hun” you let out loud laugh, voice filled with sarcasm.

peter gave you a *very cute* pout before an alarming beeping sound sent his action to stop quickly.

he let out a gasp as he turned around to find the whole stove smoking as it started to fill the entire kitchen, the bacon completely black and burnt.

“PETER! FUCK- I TOLD YOU!”

“AUNT MAY IS GONNA KILL ME, HELP ME Y/N”

。☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆。

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pairing: tom holland | fem. reader | harrison osterfield

genre: smut | threesome | pwp

warnings: edging, anal sex, nipple clamps, overstimulation, oral sex, double penetration, toys, cum play, unprotected sex, fingering, degradation, voyeurism, masturbation, spanking, dom/sub themes, exhibitionism, overall nasty stuff omg be prepared

word count: 2.5k

summary: after teasing tom all week long, he decides to dish back with his bedroom door wide open. you shouldn’t hold your breath for his roommate, harrison, to come home late. 

note: my requests are open laid ease! pls read my guidelines first!

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It all started with a pair of squinted eyes, a clenched jaw, and a tight-lipped command. You’re not going out in this outfit.

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𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡

// 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚟 𝚘𝚏 𝚡𝚟𝚒𝚒 //

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: y/n sneaks out and punches a bitch, peter recruits another nerd

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.9k

𝐚/𝐧: hii to those of you who are still here! this series is probably dead by now but hdfjs i assure you it will get finished

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“no.” the word shot through you like one of thor’s lightning bolts from his beloved hammer, jolting every vein in your body. you’d heard it a lot from tony, but that was to be expected. it had been ingrained in your brain as his automatic response since the day you’d asked to take one of his suits to show and tell in kindergarten, then took it anyway when your request had been denied. but you were expecting him to be a little more lenient with this new proposal.

“but why?” you felt a familiar, annoying whine creep back into your voice as you watched him move across the kitchen, knife in one hand and an apple in the other. “i can handle myself at normal high school. it’s not like the work will be hard. i already have friends who go there. it’s lonely being cooped up in the compound. it’ll be a good experience that’ll help with the whole ‘normal teenager’ thing you’re always trying to push on me.”

tony turned back to you, cocking an eyebrow. “that’s a lot of excuses.”

“that’s a lot of reasons why you should say yes,” you corrected, propping your elbows up on the marble countertop.

he sighed as he started to peel the apple with the blade. “there are also a lot of reasons why me saying no is justified. and get your elbows off the table, we just had it fixed from bruce’s outburst last week.” he stopped abruptly and looked up. “oh, that reminds me. friday, add milk to the shopping list. wouldn’t want to get on that guy’s bad side again.”

you frowned. “we’re getting off topic.”

“do you really want to do this while i’m holding a knife right now?” tony countered, causing you to roll your eyes. “besides, ever since you joined the avengers, you’ve pretty much given up the ‘normal teenager’ route i’ve been trying to make you go down for years. your life is constantly in danger because you’re a part of us, and i’d be lying if i said i don’t regret making you a part of our team. look, kid, i’m not willing to lose you like that.” as you were about to object, he pushed a plate of cut up apples in your direction with a fork. as if peeled fruit was supposed to shut you up.

you ignored the apples. “i don’t get it. what’s so bad about me going to a normal school like peter?”

tony sank into a barstool and crossed his arms, his lips pressed together as if there was information he was trying to keep in. knowing tony, there almost always was something you didn’t know about the situation. “you’re a stark,” he began. obviously. “there are always going to be people who have it in for us, you know? i’ve had so many people try to kill me and i have a feeling this is just the tip of the iceberg. i don’t want you going to school and some kid goes home to their parent and the next day, some mass murderer is on our tail again.”

“again?”

“in conclusion,” tony said loudly. “you’re not going to school. so don’t ask again, or you’re grounded.”

you scoffed. “you can’t ground me.”

“i’m iron man. i can do what i want.” and with that, tony took the rest of your apples and left the room, leaving you frustrated and hungry. the first thought that entered your mind after your proposal to go to real school was denied was that you were going anyway. it wasn’t like iron man had stopped you before.

while you were pondering on whether or not you should take out the ice cream or not, your phone on the table buzzed with a new text message from peter. so will i see you at school tomorrow?

tony’s words ran through your mind again as you paused. look, kid, i’m not willing to lose you like that.

yep! see you at school!

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fleetwood mac | peter parker

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!OC

Summary: In which they bond over fast food and Peter is dragged unwillingly to a party, all the while being infatuated with a certain girl who is too enigmatic for her own good. 

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: Mentions of sex

Mini Playlist: A Prince by Jorja Smith // Dreams by Fleetwood Mac // Drowse by Queen

this is an entry for @dreamofaprilsblog​ ‘s writing challenge! 
i used an oc for this, and i hope you like her ah
for other people reading i chose a university!au and dialogue prompt ten, and this is kind of fuckboy!peter but more aware ?? if that makes sense anyway
yuhhh get into it

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She had this certain magnetic pull that was absolutely entrancing and Peter Parker couldn’t figure out why.

He figured it was in the way she presented herself to her peers and classmates, non-bothered and quippy, full lips almost always twitching up into an amused smirk every time some unfortunate pupil brought up a subject she knew nearly everything about, ready to absolutely destroy them in terms of debate.

He figured that it was in the way she carried herself, filled to the brim with confidence and brilliance, so much so he would find it seeping out of her as she walked down the dormitory halls with plethora of textbooks and pencil cases in hand (because she refused a backpack, Peter observed), stuffing and ramming the walking attendees with some newfound surge of confidence.

She was contagious and intoxicating, and though his acquaintances at the university known through fraternities and organic chem classes didn’t see her appeal, Peter just knew that they were blinded. He couldn’t quite grasp how they missed her profuse level of brilliance and poise. He would bring it up whenever he was given the chance to talk about her, ravishing her and admiring her from afar with the utmost respect, but only before some conceited cock like Harry Osborn would objectify her with a dirty snicker, causing a defensive frown to form on Peter’s slightly offended features.

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summary: you drop them tiddies out for tom, only bc tiktok of course

warnings: suggestive content, language 

a/n: LMFAOO THE SUMMARRY 😭anyways i love writing tiktok blurbs and needed a quick break from writing for my series so here you go loveys  (this is my gif!)

the tiktok | tiktok masterlist

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It’s Sunday, meaning it’s a pretty lazy day as usual. You and Tom are in the living room, doing your own things but enjoying each other’s presence.

“Fucking hell,” Tom grunts, the clicking of his controller progressively getting louder. You snicker to yourself and scroll through tiktok, your legs in his lap as you do so.

You snort at a tiktok making Tom glance at you. You feel his gaze, “What?” you look up at him.

“Nothing,” he smiles to himself and looks back at his game, “Yeah Tuwaine, I’m here mate. To your left! To your fucking left- not mine!” he rages.

You laugh softly and shake your head, continuing to mindlessly swipe through tiktoks on your for you page.

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BUMMER SUMMER || peter parker; ch ten

read ch nine here

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an; i’ve tried to post this chapter three different times and have had to make a new post all three times, im losing my mind. anyways thank you for your support, have a good day and enjoy :)))

*italics at beginning indicate itty bitty flashback*

warnings; mentions of battle wounds (i.e. blood/scars/etc), future smut, mature language, fluff, angst, both peter and oc are 18+!!

word count; 3.1k+

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peter’s pov

long story short- i couldn’t throw the knife. or any knife for that matter. i either let go too soon or too late, my footing was wrong, my hips were angled incorrectly, blah blah blah. i knew edie was trying to make me feel better by blaming all those other factors, but it was just me. i’m not made for the knife throwing trade and that’s okay.

what wasn’t okay was that when i threw my first knife—the obsidian one—i missed horribly and ended up shattering the tip.

edie and i both run for the fallen object and she got to it first, cradling the shards in her hands. i look at her with innocent eyes and a coy smile, “im sorry?” i try to play if off, despite how horrible i felt in the pit of my stomach.

she wipes away her irritated grimace, “nobody’s perfect?” she says, more of a question, still a little irked at the broken blade.

i spent the rest of the early morning throwing only steel, but still- i missed every time.

now late afternoon, edie and i are laying on the couch with our heads in the middle and our feet dangling over each armrest. we’ve been taking turns showing each other videos we saved on instagram, laughing immaturely at the childish jokes. her wavy hair falls into my eyes every time she adjusts her head on the cushion, which is a lot, but i don’t mind. i enjoy the feeling of her next to me.

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Hi I have a lot of nasty stuff In my drafts from when I first got tumblr and that’s not really what I want this blog to be about so

Drumroll please

I made a side blog @whatsupmrstark

So if your interested I posted on there already.

I don’t want to mix these two blogs too much but as always it’s a shameless self promo of a shrub

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The Feels - Saturdaze drabble

Peter Parker x plus size!Reader

(Peter is 20+)

Established relationship

Warnings: recreational marijuana use, rough sex, name calling, degradation, cream pie, established dom/sub, use of force, dubcon (kinda), brief daddy kink

Word count: ~920

Unearthing the clusterfuck that was Peter Parker’s sexuality was rough. In less than a few years, Peter had gone from shy, awkward little spider boy to tall, confident, still awkward sometimes, SpiderMAN. It had been all your fault. When you started dating Pete, MJ was quick to remind you that Peter was pretty new to sex. So, you took it easy. For a while.

Eventually, you both got to the point you were ashamed to talk about your friends about your sex lives together; scared of the judgement when it came to your rather extreme kinks. Tonight was no different, you were alone. Waiting. Peter had left a couple hours ago, needing to go check on a couple of things for Tony.

He promised he’d be back and he made you promise to be ready and have the apartment cleaned up. But, you had made no efforts to even move from the couch. Your treasured bong, Bongo (done on purpose by Ned) sat balanced between your legs on the couch as you cleared the chamber yet again. Great British Bake Off played on the TV and an empty container of Oreos taunted you from the floor. Before you could set Bongo on the floor, the lights in the apartment cut out. Silence fell over the room.

“Fuck.” You muttered, gathering your blanket around your shoulder and placing Bongo on the table instead of the floor. You didn’t trust yourself not to trip and break it in the dark. After checking a few different switches and flipping some breakers you checked out the window, it seemed like yours was the only apartment with power. You knew the bills were caught up.

Nothing prepared you for the hand around your mouth as your body was slammed forward into the wall. There was something familiar about the texture of the fabric on your hand.

“Honey, I’m home.”

Peter grinned as he whispered against your skin. His tongue darted out and licked at the side of your neck and up the rim of your ear lobe. You could feel his erection straining in his suit, the length pressed up against your asscrack through your thin panties.

“You didn’t clean up. Lazy.” Peter’s hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed lightly.

“How’d I know you lied to me again, princess? Wanna know?” You nodded as best as you could, hips pressing back into his own. A growl crept from deep in his chest, he spun you, caging your body now from the front.

“That sucks.” He mocked. You stared at him, watching his brown hair fall into his face in sweaty clumps. Your gaze worked over his body, chest heaving, thick erection straining more and more.

His suit was always marvelous, it hugged the planes of his body like a second skin. You’d actually spent one night licking that suit from toes to neckline. That was one of the more embarrassing things to admit. The taste of the material and his sweat mixed together was this absolutely indecent aphrodisiac and you’d always come back for me. But, now, the suit represented something darker for Pete. He was mad. And he had every right to be, you’d promised to clean up the house and be a good girl tonight. The messy house and dirty bong told him you’d completely forfeited that promise to him.

So, he’d forfeit his to you.

“Remember earlier tonight when I told you if you cleaned the house like a good girl for me I’d let you fuck me like you wanted to? That’d I’d be all yours.” He asked. You did. God, yes you did.

“Well, princess, that’s not happening.” He pulled his hands from you, eyes boring into yours daring you to move. Peter laughed and pushed you up the wall suddenly with one arm, ripping your panties straight off with the other. Not a moment later your legs were wrapped his and he was positioning his cock at your wet, but unworked entrance. When did he even pull his cock out? He smacked your cheek, grabbing your attention again.

“No, instead, I’m gonna use this hole to work out the fucking frustration now. Because I’m fucking irritated.” Pete leaned forward and harshly bit at your chest.

“If you’d just been a good little baby…I was so excited. Oh well.” With a shrug he pushed his entire long length into you. The sudden intrusion caused you to scream and try to retreat, but it was no use. Peter forced you down to the root of his cock again and held you there, repeatedly stabbing at your cervix with his tip. Every shot of pain forced you to clamp around him.

“Petey…Daddy…please.” He smacked you harshly when you began to beg. His fingers closed around your chin and he shook his head,

“Nope. Lazy babies don’t get rewards. Now, shut up and take my cock.” Peter pounded you mercilessly against the wall, watching the lewd scene of his dick spearing your cunt over and over. His cock was covered in your cream and once, he pulled almost completely out just to drag his finger across his shaft and finger feed you your own cum. He didn’t work you up this time, no, not even once did his hands or anything come near your clit or tits. But, you came in a shrill scream, eyes screwing shut as you felt him tense and release inside you as well. After he was sure his cum was fucked into you deep enough he pulled out, simply dropping you to the floor. He knelt, once more grabbing at your chin, admiring the fucked out mess you’d become.

“Now, clean up the fucking house like you promised and maybe, just maybe…I’ll take it easy on you the rest of the night. ”

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The Brownies - saturdaze drabble

Peter parker x plus size!reader

(Peter is 21)

Word count: ~ 680

Warning: 18+ , explicit sexual content, smut adjacent, recreational marijuana use, dom/sub vibe

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“Pete…pass me the cocoa powder. Once I get that dusted over them we’ll be good to eat.” Y/N finished putting the squares of brownie onto the plate, taking the sift from Peter when he handed it over. They’d been planning this for weeks. Neither of them had had the opportunity to really sit down and relax together for at least a couple of months. Missions and school were trying to pull the friends further and further apart unfortunately. But, there were no missions tonight for them. Wanda and Sam had promised to get Luke’s help and Matt’s as well while both of them were out of commission tonight.

“You think they’ll have any trouble?” Peter asked, cocking his head to the side. You shook your head.

“Nah, there’s four of em. And Luke and Sam have this weird pissing contest going on. They’re gonna spend the night comparing missions and dick size.” Both of you laughed at the truth in that. You put two of the brownie squares on a paper towel and motioned for Peter to follow you to the couch.

“So, this one…according to MJ is Blue Dream. She said to have fun.” You handed Pete a square. He sighed and took a bite,

“For someone as deadpan as her…she can be dramatic.”


“Oh, she wasn’t being dramatic.” You remarked. The edibles had kicked in hard. Your body felt like, sparkles lighting up your cheeks from the inside. Pete was sitting up in the L bend of the couch, your head was in his lap, fingers absentmindedly tracing small patterns on his thighs. Every now and again youd feel a muscle twitch beneath your hand and an echoing twitch lower in your own body.

Things had changed between you two. Everyone could see it. Your hands gripped tighter on to one another, stares lingered too long. You sure as hell weren’t ready to address it. So, you sat there, drawing I love you on his leg over and over, knowing he’d never figure it out.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah, Petey?”

“Would you ever suck my cock?”

You had to be dreaming. Your hands stilled along with your heart, you could feel time start to crawl to a lull as your brain tried to comprehend and find some sort of response. Slick arousal began to form in your panties, the lewd scenarios that had been playing in your head for a while now had started that part. Peter apparently wanted to take it up a notch.

He skimmed a hand over your side, cupping your stomach with his palm momentarily.

“Have I ever told you how much I love how soft you are? Your stomach especially. Fuck.” You felt his hips jerk up suddenly. He started to talk again, “God, Y/N. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long. Wanted to get you alone and kiss every inch of you.” He wrapped a hand in your hair and pulled you up and off his lap forcefully. Peter twisted his hand side to side, moving your head for you. He just liked watching how easy you gave into him. He saw it on missions. Your chest would stutter if he gave you a command, he could even smell your pussy get wet. That was his favorite. With Sam putting more responsibility on him lately, thatd been more often. He got to watch how you tried to hide the blush that would creep onto your cheeks when he told you how well you did following instructions. You tried so hard to hide it. It was adorable.

“Look at me, Y/N.” Peter stood and got in front of you, readjusting his grip on your hair to pull your head back to look up at him.

“I love you. You have to know that.” You nodded instantly. He smiled crooked at you, a glimpse of that once innocent boy you befriended lost behind the lustful haze in his eyes.

“Good. Cause, ” he knelt down, pushing his lips against your ear, “if you let me. I wanna fuck you like I hate you, little girl.”

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Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, angst, sad peter and sad reader, mentions of death

Summary: a story that follows yours and Peters dating history, from pre bite to dust

(new thing for some posts) 

song: the reason- hoobstank , on the way down- ryan cabera

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You’re breath caught in your throat. Palms clammy as your fingers tightened into them, heart beat erratic.

You forced your body up another flight of stairs mind running crazy.

“Peter!”

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summary: you accidentally smash peter’s legos while doing a tiktok dance

warnings: fluff

a/n: felt like i haven’t done a blurb in forever so here hehe 

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You knock on Peter’s apartment door excitedly, mentally thanking your parents for them trusting you to spend a night at his place for the first time.

May opens the door with a warm smile, “Hey Y/n!” she beams.

“Hi Aunt May,” you place down your bag and hug her tightly.

“Peter’s in his room, I have a night shift today at the hospital. Please help yourself to whatever is in the kitchen, make yourself at home, and have fun! But not too much fun,” she grins, pulling away and pats your arm.

You blush at her last sentence and nod, “O-Of course! Bye,” you pick your bag up and wave.

“Bye sweetie, I’m leaving now Peter!” she calls out. He rushes out his room and stumbles towards Aunt May. 

He kisses her cheek, “Sorry I-I was cleaning up my room. Bye!” he smiles, glancing over at you. She chuckles and leaves, closing the door on her way out.

“Hi cutie,” you grin. He rushes over to you and picks you up swirling you around.

You squeal and hold onto him, “Can’t believe your sleeping over,” he hums, placing you down and kisses your cheek.

“Me neither! I have so much planned,” you grin mischievously.

“Please don’t say-”

“Tiktok.”

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peter stared at the turtle tank on top of his dresser as he absentmindedly fiddled with his pencil. the turtle stared back. he’d been blinking at your pet for hours, not sure of what to do.

he didn’t want to leave for patrol, because “what if the turtle, like, gets his head stuck in the shell and can’t breathe and suffocates to death??” “yeah, i don’t think that’s a thing, peter.” still. ned was no expert on turtles. and apparently, neither was he.

after peter had agreed to look after your turtle, he’d immediately googled turtle care 101, desperately trying to become a turtle specialist in five minutes. a few hours later and peter somehow knew less than when he first started.

he squinted at the turtle from across the room. “what do you say? should i go on patrol and leave you or should i just stare at you all night?”

the turtle slowly blinked back.

peter frowned. “you know, i don’t think i like you very much.” after another few minutes of silent debate, he decided to leave for patrol. for just a few minutes. turtles can’t die in a few minutes, right?

fifteen minutes later.

“that,” peter gasped as he stumbled back in his room. “that was not a few minutes.” his suited fingers reached inside the bag around his arm and pulled out a small can of turtle food, placing it on his desk.

“i am so sorry,” he breathed, ripping off his mask and opening the can. he absentmindedly fed the turtle as he found himself start to ramble.

“there was this stupid ass robber who kept running away from me and somehow kept slipping from my webs.” peter frowned. “i guess i sound more like a girl than people think.” he looked down at the turtle. “you don’t think i sound like a girl, do you?”

the turtle slowly blinked again, and peter could’ve sworn he saw a little smile from your pet.

peter felt a grin spread across his face. “i’ll just assume you agree with me.” from that day on, he began to talk the turtle everyday after patrol.

“i was going to get a sandwich from mr delmar today, but patrol ate up all my time. i’m not sure if i trust may’s cooking yet, so maybe we’ll go out for thai food. do you like thai food? oh, right. my bad.”

“guess what! today, a bank robber’s bag had a rip in it and the money was falling out as he ran so it was basically like a trail. i almost died laughing. criminals really need to get smarter.”

may would occasionally pass by her nephew’s room and see him hold full on conversations with his girlfriend’s turtle. she’d brush it off and shrug. she’s seen weirder, but peter didn’t need to know about the time she found his homemade suit in the attic.

the week had passed by in a blink, and soon, you were back in peter’s arms, engulfed in one of his signature tight hugs. “baby, you’re back!! i missed you!!”

“i missed you too!” you laughed as you pressed your forehead to his chest. “but i think i missed my other baby more.” peter pouted jokingly as he pulled away, moving to lead you to his room.

“awh, hi-” you started to say as peter picked up the tank, practically hugging it. “here, give him to me.”

peter didn’t budge. instead, he hugged the tank tighter and muttered something under his breath.

“what was that, pete?”

“i love him,” peter blurted out, his cheeks flushing bright pink. “i-i know i said i didn’t really like him at the beginning, b-but he really grew on me and now i-i kinda don’t wanna give him back.”

your heart practically melted at the sight of peter so close with your pet. he looked like a little kid growing attached to an animal in a pet store, not willing to leave and let someone else adopt him. “you can visit him,” you coaxed, opening your arms. “promise.”

at this, peter smiled and carefully handed the tank back to you, making sure you could take the weight. “we really bonded.”

“i bet,” you smiled back as you leaned up to kiss his cheek. “thanks for taking care of home, love. i really appreciate it.”

“no problem!” peter beamed. “i can’t believe i’m saying this, but i definitely wouldn’t object to having him over again.” 🐢

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Originally posted by thwipspideys

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 437

Warnings: Implications of sex 

A/N: Thank you all so much for the support I had on The Roommate Agreement! It was my first series I ever completed and here is a little one-shot or blurb that was requested! Also sorry but I couldn’t find the original ask for this! 💕💕💕

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“Wow, you look beautiful sweetheart,” Bucky teared up as MJ adjusted the train of Y/N’s  dress. 

“Thanks dad,” Y/N giggled as she turned to him. 

Bucky embraced her, squeezing tightly, never believing that this day would come. 

“You sure you wanna do this?” He questioned 

“I’m pretty positive,” She pulled away, studying her father’s face. “I love him too much.” 

“I mean I could easily get the car and you won’t have to see him again,” He tried to joke, but she could see the sadness in his eyes. 

Slapping his arm playfully, Y/N pulled him into another hug.

“It’s not like I’m never gonna see you again!” She reassured her father. “I’m only getting married.” 

“Y’know, I could stall the crowd a bit while he gets it,” MJ butted in. 

“I’m not gonna leave!” Y/N pulled away from Bucky. 

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The ceremony was everything Y/N could ever imagine. The flowers hanging from above allowed the most perfect amount of sunlight while also giving shade to their guests, the rest of the decor complimented one another, everyone in the bridal party knew what to do and where to go, and most importantly Peter was there standing at the altar awaiting his bride. 

He wiped away a few stray tears from his eyes, a smile on his face. The first moment that he saw Y/N as she turned the corner, his heart completely stopped. Sure that’s an overstatement, but he never thought he could see her more beautiful than ever. 

To think that if four years ago they were told that they were gonna end up marrying each other, they’d both laugh in your face. Let’s not even mention if they were told how they got to that point. 

Now both after the ceremony and pictures being taken, they stood in the middle of the dance floor.

“I can’t believe we’re married,” Peter smiled down at Y/N. 

She played with the hair on the nape of his neck, smiling back up at him. 

“Me too, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” Y/N paused to give him a chaste kiss to his lips. 

“I’m excited for tonight!” 

“Yeah, it’s been three months, four days, seven hours, and 46 minutes since we last had sex,” Peter stated, making Y/N laugh. 

“Did you bring the camera?” She asked. “Fans are gonna go wild with honeymoon sex.” 

“Yeah made sure to pack it last night, we’re gonna have so much fun.” 

“I love you, Mr. Parker.” 

“I love you, Mrs. Parker” Peter bent down to kiss her again. 

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heavenly ❀

pairing: peter parker | fem. reader

word count: 2k

genre: f2l | fluff | tw: alcohol consumption & cursing

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there is nothing as funny as peter’s face when flash swaggered over to your table in the cafeteria, pushed betty to the side and squeezed himself to sit next to you. you wish you could’ve had your phone out to capture the mix of confusion, annoyance and shock that painted itself across his features as he sat in front of you.

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good things take time | sub!peter parker

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[Warnings] sub! peter parker x dom! reader, older reader, smuuut, post-endgame peter, aged up peter, oral sex (female receieving), premature ejaculation, little editing

A/N: sorry for any typos! this an idea I got from an anon!

In which Peter returns after the blip to find that his girlfriend is both older and more experienced than he is. 

word count: 1.1k

“Peter, why are you on my balcony?”

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Insatiable


Characters: Peter Parker x Reader


Summary: you and peter don’t fight often, but when you do- boy does it make for amazing sex.


Warnings: A bit of Angst, and Smuttttttt and shitty writing :/…. [rough sex, degrading kink, unprotected sex, oral, Jealous and stupid Peter and y/n, fingering, uhhh just sex…? I dunno, dm me if I missed something] (Lmao +18)

A/N: Wassup doods, so this is the first fic I’ve ever written on tumblr. It’s also my first smut so if you have any constructive comments, that would be greatly appreciated! Thanks! Also, Peter and the reader are aged up!


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Fuming, you slam the car door shut as you storm your way inside the chaotic house that was flashing different colored lights and reeked of alcohol and sex, The music booming loudlly, causing your body to vibrate to the beat of the song. Behind you was an equally frustrated Peter, blood boiling and about to spill over. Now you two never fought, you guys had such a healthy relationship, always understanding and trusting, and incredibly loyal, your relationship with peter was the golden standard of a healthy and cute couple, but sometimes, rarely on occasion, you’d both get in heated arguments. During the 3 years you’ve dated Peter, you’ve only had 8 moments where the anger was too much and one of you had to take a walk for fresh air and come back to apologize and find a solution. Unfortunately for you two,this was one of them. you and Peter got in a fight, and it turned into a big deal.


Peter finally had a day off from the Internship, school work, and the decathlon team and all you wanted to do was to have your boyfriend right next to you, cuddling and spending time together, just catching up with each other. But Peter told you that he wanted to go out instead.


“Are you fucking kidding me, Parker?” you hissed


“What, I can’t go out once in a while?” Peter scoffed as he shoved his hands in his pocket.


“Of course you can, but does it have to be tonight?? Your timeing is fucking perfect Parker-”


“y/n, I’m litterally busy every fucking day- I just want to let loose once in a while! So are you coming or not?” Despite his harsh tone towards you, he was hoping you’d say yes. He hated leaving things on bad terms with you, you meant so much to him. You huffed and stormed to your room, leaving Peter with a short and harsh “Start the car, I’ll be down in a few.”. Peter could’ve sighed in relief, but the lump in his mouth lodged itself in Peter’s throat, he had a feeling this was going to be a long night. Peter headed to the car and started it like you asked, he waited in the car for at least 20 minutes before you finally finished and opened the car door.


“About damn time” Peter barely muttered under his breath, the second the words left his mouth he prayed you didn’t hear.

“Fuck you.” You huffed.


You heard him.


The car ride was silent and you arrived, so now you found yourself by the punch bowl, chugging down the heavily intoxicating drink in one go. You hoped that if you drank the night away, you can forget it even happened and just be back in your cosy bed.


Peter was frustrated with you. Why couldn’t you just understand that he wanted to relax a bit? He’s been working his ass off every day, trying to please Mr.Stark and be the friendly neighborhood’s spiderman, not to mention the school work that he would receive was daunting. He just wanted a break.


Peter has wanted to get a drink but his worry about your fight today ate away at his conscious that he couldn’t bring himself to even sip a drink. Peter kept his bit of distance from you but still lingered with a vigilant eye, he knew better than to cross you at this moment. Peter’s attention was suddenly away from you when he felt a tap on his shoulder to meet the eyes of none other than Gwen Stacy herself, The blond who was in cheer and basically ruled the school, every guy drooled over her, all except for Peter who only had eyes for you.


And that’s exactly why she wanted him. She liked a challenge.


“Hey Pete.” Gwen purred.


Peter Cringed at the tone, “Hey Gwen.”


“Where’s your girl? Did you finally dump her?” The blond slowly wrapped your venomous fingers around Peter’s bicep and squeezed. Peter felt disgusted, violated even. He harshly shrugged off her cold hand from his shoulder.


“No, Gwen. I haven’t and won’t be dumping her anytime soon , y/n is over there-” Peter’s sentence was interrupted when his eye’s settled on your small frame being caged against the wall by the infamous Brad Davis. Your body language screamed uncomfortable, you tried to gently push Brad away by gripping his biceps, but to Peter, it looked like you were flirting back with Brad.


Gwen grinned, “Oh dear. That can’t be good! I always knew y/n just a whore- I’d never do that to you Pete-” Peter couldn’t hear a thing Gwen said, his mind running with possessive chants.


Get your hands off of my girl. She’s mine to touch not yours.


“Get the fuck away from me Gwen. You disgust me.” Peter snarled and stormed over to you and Brad, leaving a shocked Gwen behind. Peter was seeing red, his fist shook lightly and as his eyes were dead set on the two of you. It was like his body was hyper aware of every little movement the two of you made, the way your grip on Brad tightened at one point, how close Brad’s body was pressed to yours, he could even smell the sweat and alcohol coming off of your bodies.


Peter took a powerful and quick stride to the two of you, no one dared to get in his way, so the crowd shifted to make space for Peter quickly. The closer he got, the more he could hear your conversation with the Jock.

“W-why don’t we just dance instead?” You were starting to get nervous, Brad wouldn’t get the hint that you weren’t interested in his dick, so you tried to convince him to dance so you could get him off your back moments later. Your tone only angered Peter even more, not only at you, but at the boy pinning you down. Your hands made more of an effort to push Brad off of you but Brad was so toned and fit that it was as useless as moving a boulder.


“Aw come on y/n. Peter doesn’t have to know. Just a quickie, eh? What do you say-”


“Hey Brad!” Brad spun around but before Brad could even blink, Peter swung his fist at him with such force that you’d think he broke some bone on his face. You let out a breath of relief.


“Oh Peter, Thank god-”


“We’re going home-” Peter growled and gripped your hand in his, and stormed out of the house while everyone stared with wide eyes at Brad lying on his side, hands gripping his face while he groaned in pain. Of course everyone is shocked, Sweet, kind, and funny Peter just knocked Brad Davis’s teeth out. Watching Peter absolutely knock a dude out with a single hit brought a warmth to your core and made a hot blush rise to your cheeks but you willed it away.


Now is not the time to get turned on y/n


Finally stepping in the car, Peter quickly began the drive to your apartment, knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. You kept stealing glances and let your eyes follow his angered features, The furrow of his brows, the flare of his nose, the clench of his Jaw. You couldn’t help but feel heat run through your body and tickle down your spine. A long silence was all that there was in the car, until Peter finally gruffed out his thoughts.


“So you wanna tell me what that was all about?” Peter’s lips pressed to a thin line waiting for your response.


Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, cocking your head lightly, you glanced at him. Peter saw your reaction and scoffed,


“Oh don’t play that fucking game with me y/n. Brad was all over you and you liked it.” Peter knew you didn’t like it. He knew better than to think you’d ever do that to him, but his mind was clouded with rage and his words spilled out without filter.


You were in disbelief “ How fucking dare you Parker! You cannot be serious right now!? You really though that I would be feeling up Brad Fucking Davis??!!”


“It fucking looked like it y/n!!”


“Oh right, so if I asked you about how Gwen Stacy was eye fucking you and squeezing your arm, that would be any different?!?!” You screeched.


“T-That was different.” Peter mumbled with his cheeks flushing red.


Y/n Just rolled her eyes, “Different my ass-”


“It was Different!” Peter protested, his anger sparking up yet again.


“God just fuck off Peter!! This was your fucking idea!! I didn’t want to come in the first place!”


“Oh of course you fuckin didn’t! You sure looked like you were having a horrible time!” Sarcasm dripped from the boys words.


“You know what! Maybe I did fucking enjoy it! Because at least someone was paying attention to me!” You couldn’t stop the words from slipping. Of course you hated it, but you wanted to hurt Peter, so you pulled anything out of your ass.


“So all of that was for attention??!!” Peter’s voice was gradually becoming louder and more enraged. A sudden stop of the car and you and Peter barely realized you both arrived at your apartment. Without another word and not sparing Peter a glance, you hopped out of Peter’s car, But Peter had more to say.


“Fuck! y/n! We’re still talking!” Peter was on your heels, eyes trained on your form.


“Fuck you Peter! Talk to yourself because I’m done talking to you! Or hey! Why don’t you talk to Gwen! I bet she’d give you a killer blowjob right after!” You walked at a brisk pace and finally made it to your apartment door, keys in hand and you fumbled with the keys before finally sliding them in and opening the door, attempting to slap the door in Peter’s face but Peter quickly caught the door and let himself in.You made your way to the kitchen before spinning around with your arms crossed and keeping a steady glare on Peter.


“Ok fine, you want to talk? Let’s talk.” You basically demanded.


“Ok great, now we’re getting somewhere.” Peter Grumbled, “Why were you mad in the first place, then?” Peter asked taking a step towards you.


“Maybe because I’ve been waiting for a long ass time to finally spend time with you and all you want to do is get away from me!” Your voice boomed across the apartment.


“We are spending time together!” Peter replied in the same tone.


“No we’re fucking not! We’re spending time with booze and god awful music! God, how selfish can you be?”


“Me Selfish? Stop fucking playing with me y/n.”


“Fuck you! You’re an asshole! I didn’t want to go to that shit Party!”


“Would you stop being a Brat?! I wanted to go for both of us because we’re both stressed!”


“I didn’t fucking want to go to the fucking party, peter! You didn’t even consider that maybe a party isn’t what I need?” your body was shaking in rage and the sight aroused Peter more than he’d like to admit. Your eyes were blown, to a stranger it would seem like you were about to raise hell, but Peter knew better, Peter knew your eyes were full of lust. It’s not like you were any better, watching his jaw clench and his lips press to a tight line, the veins on his neck had your area between your legs pooling.


“ I do almost everything for you,” Peter kept his voice to a low growl, “I take you to parties, I invite you places-”


“You don’t do shit for me Peter! It’s all you! You! You! You! You wanted to go to the party! Ever ask me what I want to do??”


“You’re so stubborn! God!”


“Fuck you.” Your voice was low and threatening, and the sexual tension was just too much to dismiss it as anger.


“Oh I’m about to-” and you and Peter met halfway to harshly connect your lips, his tongue already licking your bottom lip asking for entrance, you willingly comply. A weak moan escapes your throat and Peter swallows it, his hands roam to your backside and squeezes your ass following with a harsh slap. A gasps escapes your lips and Peter take advantage to kiss your jaw and down to your collarbones, you tilt your head back as you slowly start to move your hips against Peter, causing a groan to sound against your skin.


Your head was spinning and you felt hot, your skin ached for Peter’s touch, no matter how hard you tugged on his clothes and gripped his skin- you felt insatiable. Peter tapped the back of your thighs and you jumped as Peter grabbed your bum for support, he placed you on the kitchen counter and started gripping your thighs and you lightly tugged on his hair. Peter’s lips were back on your jaw and he suckled the bit of skin until he found your sweet spot that caused you to moan.


“D-Don’t call me selfish when you’re the one acting like t-this” You nearly whimpered


“What can I say, Baby- you drive me absolutely crazy in the best way possible. I don’t think you realize how insatiable I am for you. .” He growled in your ear.


His words alone leave your panties absolutely soaked, and a lewd moan burts from your lungs.


His hands trails on your upper thigh and between your inner thighs. His thumb oh so teasingly brushing your folds through the thin fabric of your panties. Your juice instantly coating the pad of his thumb. Peter groans, his jeans becoming far too restricting now.


“God baby, look how wet you are. All of this for me? Or is it for Brad? Tell me who you’re soaking for baby.” Peter moved your panties to the side, exposing your wet fold to the cool air, sending a goosebumps through your body.


“I h-haven’t decided yet” You decided to play a risky game with Peter, seeing how much you could push his buttons. You could’ve sworn Peter’s eyes went darker than they already were, A loud snarl ripped from his throat as he lifted you up and briskly walked to your room. His lips met yours again with such vigor that you could’ve passed out from the sensation. Your mind was in a lustful haze and you wanted nothing more than for Peter to use you all night as he pleased.


Peter roughly placed you on your bed, tearing his shirt off and giving you a bit time to peel your dress off, Peter hovered over you, nipping at your collarbone and the top of your breast that peaked out from your bra. Your breathing was heavy and fast.


“Might want to take that back, princess. Or I’m gonna have to decide for you.” Peter murmured into your skin as he palmed your perky tits through the material.


“H-how are you going to do that?” You sounded like a wounded animal, but you were anything but wounded.


The second the phrase left your lips, Peter ripped your bra off, Your gasp resonating through the room, your pussy clenching around nothing.


“Peter!” Your eyes were wide and your jaw was slacked


Peter chuckled “You’ll be deciding by whose name you’ll be screaming tonight. I’ll be fucking you so hard, you’ll forget all about Brad.” You whined as his words made your body temperature increase, your hips frantically bucking up to get friction against Peter, but Peter held your hips down. “ Oh you like that baby? You like hearing what I’ll do to you? How I’ll pound you into the mattress and hear you scream until the whole city knows who you belong to. Brad only wishes to have you aching for him like I have you aching for me right now.”


This was taking too long, you needed him to touch you.


“Peter-”


“What is it, baby- use your words” Peter knew damn well what he was doing to you, and he loved every second of it.


You could barely reply, your breathing was heavy as you squirmed, “f-fuck, touch me Pete- God-” Your hands roamed to the nape of peters head and tugged on his hair.


“Fuck-” Peter hissed before leaning down and nibbling your ear lobe and whispering, “Beg for it, slut” that seemed to be your turning point because you suddenly had the urge to not be a brat anymore.


“Peter! Peter please! Do something! I- I… Fuck I need you right now!” You mewled.


“Who am I to deny my pretty girl.” Peter smirked.


You felt your panties being pulled off of you and two of Peter’s fingers sliding through your slick before plunging in with force and making you roll your eyes back groaning with pleasure.


“Oh my god! Y-Yes! Yes, Peter! Right there!” Peter’s fingers were mercilessly pounding your pussy, bringing his mouth to your clit and sucking, nibbling and flicking the bud. You were close, you knew it, and so did peter. Your pussy clenched around his fingers and you felt your release teetering to the edge before your orgasm was ripped away from you. You mewled and squirmed, your eyes locked with Peter who only smirked as he quickly removed his member from his restricting jeans.


“Ah, fuck! Peter please!” Your fingers twitched to move to your clit and finish what your boyfriend started, but you feared the punishment you would receive if Peter saw you.


“It’s ok princess, I got you, I got you,” he pants heavily in your ear as he lines his member up with your clenching pussy, “you ready, baby?”


“Yes, god yes I’m so ready, baby-“ you were a mess, face flushed, your skin glistening from sweat and heat and your throat beginning to feel sore from your constant moans and whimpers.


Peter eased into your core, both moaning in unison, “oh fuck, y/n. Always so tight for me. God I love your pussy so much, always takes me so well.” Peter places both his hands beside your head and you raked your fingernails down his back, whimpering as his pace slowly started quickening.


“Oh y-yes Peter, f-fuck right there!” Peter started pushing against your sweet spot, and you were feeling yourself start to fall off the edge.


“Yeah, baby? Is that good, huh? You like it don’t you my little whore. Oh yeah, yeah you do baby.”

Peter somehow started thrusting fast and harder than thought possible.


“S-so deep! Oh god! Fuck yes!” You were wailing and you would’ve been embarrassed if it weren’t for the amazing dick you were getting at the moment. Your climax was close, so so close.


Peter knew you were, you were clenching around him so tight and in pulses. He was close too, “it’s ok baby, let go. I got you, princess. Let go for me.” Peter barely grazed your nun and you came hard. Peter groaned as he released inside of you, riding out both of your orgasms as he slowed down. He pulled out and watched as both your cum oozed out from your glistening cunt.


“Fuck you’re beautiful.” He panted, standing up to get a washcloth from the bathroom but not before placing a kiss on your knee, “I’ll be back to clean you up, gorgeous.”


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You both were now in bed, still naked, but holding each other and just being in each others presence.


“I’m sorry I got mad, Pete.” You nearly whispered into his bare chest.


“Oh, god no- you have nothing to apologize for, you were right, we should’ve just stayed at home. My time with you is better than any party.” His groggy voice made his chest vibrate than only made you want to snuggle into him further.


“I’m still sorry though..” your finger was tracing patterns on his chest.


“Well I mean, I’m kinda glad we did go-“


“Peter-“


“Wait let me explain. I mean like if we didn’t go then we wouldn’t have had the greatest sex of all time-“


Your palm lightly slapped his chest, “Peter.” You tisk and his chest vibrates again with a chuckle.


“I love you, baby” he placed a kiss on your head


“I love you too, Pete.”


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Ngl Im really nervous to post this and I’m barely starting to write on this site so I’m VERY new to all of this. But I appreciate you reading- this deadass took me MONTHS to write and yeah, just and FYI I’m an extremely slow person and I procrastinate like a BITCH. But yeah.

Oh also, I dunno why, but Peters kind of rude in this one? Lol I’d just describe it as “grown up” cuz like our baby boy is cussing A LOT in this one :)

Let me know if you liked it!


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Becoming Royal (Part two)

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PART ONE

Word count: 2.5K

Summary: Peter Parker was a prince, set to marry princess Michelle. He just happened to be in love with Lady Wanda’s servant. As much as she begged him not to, Peter turns to magic to fix all of his problems

PETER PARKER X READER

A/N: I was incredibly tired when I wrote this, but I love AU’s so I’m continuing with this  - I’ve got a Tom AU planned, a bucky AU planned (But thats going to take so much extra planning), an ashton Irwin Au that I’m rly looking forwards to and I’m accepting requests atm

I can do this, thought Y/N as she stared at her messy bed. I can do this, I can just leave it. I don’t need to make the bed. She went to walk out of the room dressed in a fine, red gown and pushed the door shut.

Nope.

Y/N rushed back in and pulled the covers over her large bed. She let out a huff as she placed the seven pillows against the headboard. If any of the maids caught her, oh God.

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