#peterparker first time

[tomholland1996simp]

I love your writing! Is there any chance you could make a Peter Parker x reader one where Peter and y/n do it for the first time? Xx

First time || Peter Parker

Warning: Extreme smut, fingering, riding, kissing, first time with Peter Parker. 18+

Summary: You and Peter do it for the first time as you were both needing sex.

You didn’t know why you had this feeling all day but ever since you saw your boyfriend, Peter, in gym class you have been extremely horny. You and Peter have been dating for 6 months now. And your relationship well hasn’t really been taken to the next step.

You and Peter are both virgins after all. But recently there has been so much sexual attention. Whether you make out with the boy you’re always craving for more. You don’t say anything though not knowing if he would feel the same way.

Today you have been dying though. You really want to loose your virginity to Peter, you really trust him and love him. Before dating you were both best friends so you knew you must be soulmates.

Now you’re sitting on his bed, legs squeezed together trying to release some sort of pressure. You kept looking at him watching him spam the controller as he played. It really turned you on watching his face whenever he died or was loosing his game.

“Peter” You whine finally having enough.

“One second, sweetheart” He said not looking away from his computer.

You gave him five minutes, five minutes and he still didn’t give you any attention. Then an idea rang in your head, “I’m gonna go home” You sighed acting annoyed, standing up pretending to gather your things.

This made Peter turn around looking at you, he quickly turned off his game standing up. “I-I thought you was gonna stay, no, aunt may ain’t here remember. Please don’t go” He pleaded.

“But you’re too busy playing and you said one second and I waited more longer. All I wanted to do was speak to you” You said.

“I’m sorry, okay i’ll listen what’s up” He smiled taking my bag from my hand.

“It’s kinda serious” You said making his smile disappear as he was now worried and scared.

“O-Okay, yeah go on” He gulped.

“Pete, have y-you ever thought about me in a sexual way?” You tilt your head to him, watching him go red.

“I-I, erm no” He awkwardly chuckles.

ouch.

You stood there silently realising that maybe your boyfriend doesn’t like you sexually. “Shit, sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t know you knew, it happened 2 weeks ago I didn’t wanna tell you as I was so embarrassed-“ He panicked embarrassed.

“Wait what?” You ask confused.

“You was awake wasn’t you, when I had that dream” He looked at you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to have a wet dream about you whilst you was in the bed. You must’ve been like what the fuck. I mean your boyfriend was basically grinding into your ass that night and came in his pants. Oh my-“ He spoke quickly.

“Wait you had a wet dream about me whilst I stayed over and basically humped me whilst sleeping” You chuckled.

“Yeah…wait you didn’t know”

“No, I didn’t know that happened. So you do think about me like that?” You said hopeful.

“Well yeah….Do you?” He moved a strand of hair from your face.

“Yeah, all the time really. Have you ever like done it to the thought of me?”

“Well..I-I, yeah. Two days ago actually. It was because you wore that super cute skirt to school” He groaned hands finding your waist as your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“The whole point of me asking the question in the first place was because….I…I’m kinda horny” You whisper the last part, him hearing.

“Oh. I…okay” He started to get flustered.

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna do this. But do you wanna maybe have sex? Like right now?” You smirk a little, his head nodding maybe a bit too fast. “Yes, yes. Only if you want to because I want to, I mean I think about it a lot not trying to be-“ You cut him off with a sweet kiss.

“Stop talking, dork. Show me how much you think about me”

And after that Peter linked your lips together. It was slow at first, lips moved in sync as tongues teased. His hands started to traveled down from your cheek to your lower back, fingers grazing your skin. You couldn’t believe this was happening.

The kiss naturally deepened as time passed, elevating you both to the next stage.

"You sure you want this?" He asked against your lips, you nod leaning back to lock your lips but he moved away. " I need to hear you say it, love" He spoke, clearly having confidence.

"I want this Baby, I mean I did suggest it." You almost whine wanting this to happen. He then crashed your lips together again, you took the hint, hands clumsily fiddling with the bottom of his shirt, wanting it gone.

You broke away, allowing the material to be thrown somewhere in his room. Your lips quickly attack at Peters neck, sucking the soft skin, trying to find his sweet spot. You’ve never done this before but you’ve done lots of research.

“Ughh, y/n" He moaned quietly as you found the spot he enjoyed you at most.

Peter then quickly picked you up by holding the back of your thighs, your legs wrapping around his waist. He pressed you up against his door, attacking your neck making marks all over it.

“Peter-you sure you’ve never done this before" You moan once he found your sweet spot.

‘Never’ He said.

Hesitantly, you let your fingers lace through his locks, massaging his scalp provoking him to groan against your neck.

Still holding you, moving away from the door. He placed you in the middle of the bed, now hovering over you. He smiled down at you, "C-can I erm....Can I take this off?" His hands danced at the bottom of your his sweater.

"Yes" you nervously breathe out as his hands slowly pull up the sweater, revealing your black laced underwear. He threw the hoodie on the floor somewhere.

He turned around to look at your body shyly, however you immediately pulled your arms and hands to cover your chest, due to not having worn a bra.

Once he realised that you was covering your chest he got off you, making you panic. But before you could speak, you saw him pulling his belt off then his jeans. Leaving him now in his boxers.

"You don't need to cover yourself, princess. Your beautiful, okay? Every single part of you." He slowly kissed up from your belly to your hands. "I don’t really know what to do, but i’ll try. If you feel uncomfortable tell me"

His needy eyes trailed on your chest, nipples hard from the cool air. "Fuck so pretty. Better than I've ever imagined" He mumbled. His mouth slowly trailed kisses along your breasts, eventually finding its way to your buds. Sucking and teething the sensitive part.

This now was a new sensation, a type of pleasure you have never felt before and it started to feel amazing. Your hands started to go into his locks again, pulling a few strands as he groans against your breasts. He switched to the other nipple, giving it attention it craved.

"petey" You moaned as his hands explore your curves. His lips then started trailing down your torso, travelling down to your lace panties. "I-I’m gonna try make you feel good, y/n/n." His hands now touching your panties.

“Can I?” He said waiting for you to give him a sign of permission. "Please, Pete"

Slowly pulling your lace panties down your legs, he finally was in contact with your heat. He quickly pulled them off your legs, throwing them with your other clothes.

"So I’ll need to like prep you right. I read up it’s better so it doesn’t hurt when…when I… put that thing in."

“Peter I’m sure you can say dick whilst we’re having sex, please baby I don’t mind what you say. Just don’t be shy” You smile sweetly.

“When I shove my dick inside your pussy” He smirks kinda not expecting his words.

You spread your legs a little to help him get more access to your clit. "Don't worry, I'm gonna make you feel good. Can't wait to be in you" You whimpered at his words.

His fingers finally came into contact with your soaked centre. This contact caused you to moan, feeling his soft touch swipe through your folds gathering your wetness. "Your so wet baby"

"All for you Peter" You were shocked by your own words now. 

"All mine? Tell me what you want me to do with my fingers?" Peter smirked looking up at your flustered face. He wanted to speak dirty to you as he knew you like it.

"Uh I want you to- to, fuck me with your f-fingers." You stuttered, scared that you weren't sexy enough for him.

"Yeah, use my thick fingers to stretch you is it? I'll stretch you better than your own fingers ever could." His digits beginning to tease circles on your sensitive bud.

"Yes! I'd feel so full baby. Please put more pressure on my clit."

"Like this?" He teased, following your orders rubbing harsher circles. Your back arched, toes curled. Only sounds that could leave your lips were small pants and moans. Peter continued the movement, coaxing you towards your climax. Once he knew you were relaxed, he dropped his hand to your entrance. A finger slipping deep into your core causing you to clamp around him. "Relax darling, I promise it will be okay? Tell me if it gets to uncomfortable, okay? I don’t know if i’m doing it right. But i’ll help the pain…"

His lips crashed onto yours, getting your mind to focus on something else. It worked. His finger could finally move, pumping in and out of you in slow, twisting motions. Putting his thumb to your clit, he added another digit, stretching you.

The knot started to build in your stomach. The sore feeling turning into amazing pleasure. You felt like you needed to piss.

"Pete, I think I'm close" You whined against his lips. He pulled his fingers out of you, a whine coming out of your lips at the lost of contact of his fingers.

"Sorry, but I want you to cum when I'm inside you" He told you before dipping his head into your heat, collecting all your juices.

"You ready?" He asked, taking his boxers off then grabbing a condom packet. Pre cum already leaking out from his dick, from it being so hard. “Have them as of May said” He chuckled.

"Yeah I need you" As soon as he ripped the condom packet open he rolled it onto his shaft, holding back a moan.

He was about to hover on top of you again until you spoke. "uh- I was thinking maybe, I could ride you?" Peters eyes nearly popped out of his skull. "Just wanna try it. You need good pleasure too" you smile at him, he moved to sit where you once laid.

You threw your leg over his thigh, straddling him. His cock touching your heat, anticipation growing every second. This was it. You and Peter were both going to loose your virginity.

"You sure you wanna do this?" You asked and he said 'yes'. But then asked, "Are you sure, sweetheart?"

Instead of answering his question you raised your hips so they hovered over his cock as he held it, you placed your hands on his shoulders taking a deep breath, steadying your nerves. "Take your time angel. If you need to stop or feel uncomfortable, please don't be scared to tell me. Are you sure you want this?" His question didn't need any consideration.

"Yes, Baby boy. I want this. I need you."

Letting gravity do the work, you slowly slid down his cock. The stretch felt funny at first, uncomfortable. The slow pace let you adjust to every inch. Peters teeth dug into his lip, drawing blood as he tried to control the pleasure he was experiencing. As soon as you bottomed, he grunted.

Peter saw your face as you tried to adjust, so he crashed his lips onto your trying to help with some of the discomfort. It's not like it hurt it was just a different sensation to feel.

Ready, you began to move your hips up, the stretch intensifying. Fingernails left crescent shapes in his skin. "ugh..Baby girl you feel amazing fuck."

You moan at his words, "Peter- you are so big." You whined loving the feeling of him filling you up. Your words turning him on even more.

His hands glued to your side, helping your body ride his cock. Eyes flickered between your chest, face and pussy. He watched the way his cock disappeared into you with ease, the way your tits bounced, and the way your eyes were squeezed tight. It was a magnificent sight. "So tight. Take me so well darling. Fuck."

Your pace started to slow down so he decided to flip you both over, knowing that your orgasm is about to come. "Fuck me harder Petey" You moaned out, well more like screamed. You don't even know what came over you, you just enjoyed the pleasure.

Peter started to thrust into you, not too hard but more faster. Your eyes were rolling at the back of your head at the pleasure of him filling you up.

"Fuck...i-I'm ugh-I'm not gonna last long" Peter admitted whilst moaning into your neck as he pounded into you.

"Cum, Peter, Please" You begged nearing your own release. His hips started to meet yours as he fucked you with more pace. Screams ripped from your throat as he ruthlessly hit your g-spot with insane accuracy. Every limb in your body becoming weak, Fingers entangled in his locks, pulling at them making him growl.

"Darling, you close?" He looked down seeing you in pleasure as he kept hitting the spot.

"Yes, pretty boy, I'm- Im gonna—FUCK!"  You clenched around him, suffocating his cock as your body convulsed against his body, your climax a thousand times more intense.

This tipped him over the edge as he released into the condom. The feeling of you clutching him proved to be too much. He started to finish off with slow thrusts to steady out your orgasm.

Peter fell straight on top of you, both of you breathing heavily.

Wow. That was fucking amazing.

Your chests were rising up and down quickly. The room smelt of sex. Peter pulled you closer to him, both your bodies next to each other as you nestle your face into his neck, placing a small kiss.

"Darling, we gotta get you clean up" He said breaking the silence. "No, stay" you told him, his hands playfully going to your ass giving it a little slap making you groan in pain.

"Shit are you okay? Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry." He panicked, never meaning to cause his girl any pain whatsoever. "I'm okay, just sore" you admitted, hand soothing his chest. He placed a kiss on your temple before slowly getting you up, making you want to whine.

He then brought both of you into the shower so you could both freshen up. You both helped each other to get washed and helped washing each others hairs. You both were happy and relieved.

“Let’s go to bed” Peter smiled, now he was in a fresh pair of boxers and you wore a pair of his boxers with one of his science puns shirts.

“I love you” You smiled as he wrapped his arm around you, the covers covering your bodies.

“I love you more” He kissed the back of your neck.

“And I’m so happy we did that” You close your eyes.

“Me too. Go sleep now, goodnight”

“Goodnight, Pete”

First ever proper smut….yes? no?…more?

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[cosmal]

okay tasm!peter parker thought!!! he’s obsessed with touching your face. like, when you’re talking about something he’ll just randomly grab your face and smoosh your cheeks. he’ll boop or kiss your nose at random times. most importantly, when he’s kissing you he’ll be holding your face, his big hands on your cheeks guiding your head so he can kiss you better. omg

doughnuts

summary you're really excited about doughnuts. peter really wants to kiss you.

content tasm!peterparker x fem!afab!reader

note this is my first time writing for tasm!peter please forgive me if it sucks.

For the first time in a while, you come home after work with enough excitement to light up the entire flat.

Peter's sitting up in his bed reading when you find him. All things soft with rumpled hair, his clothes even worse, reading glasses perched on the end of his nose. You're not sure if he really needs them anymore, but he likes to wear them to keep an ounce of normalcy.

"Hi," you chirp when he notices you. He dog-ears his book and puts it down almost immediately. You beam.

"Hi, baby," he seems just as happy to see you as you do him. Though, there's a buzz to you that Pete lacks. You think if you got home twenty minutes later he would've been napping.

You move across his room while pushing your work skirt down your legs. Peter's heart skips when it looks like you might trip and he tries to keep his eyes off your soft thighs. You rifle through his draws to find one of his shirts to wear, unbuttoning your own blouse in the process.

"How was your day?" you ask, holding up a shirt to your nose. You choose it because it smells more like your boyfriend than the others.

Peter crumples his face, trying not to laugh. "It was good. Didn't do much - you?"

You say something while pulling the shirt over your face that Pete can't discern. You all but jump into his lap when you reach him. Hooking your thighs over his lap until you're face to face.

He allows you to get comfy, pushing your knees into his side while he sits up, hands finding their place on your hips. "Hello," he says again, much quieter now that you're in his space. You look adorable in his shirt and your work tights.

"Did you hear me?" you ask, basically pulsing with giddy energy. You push your fingers under the hem of his shirt and he short-circuits for a moment.

He blinks. "You had your face in your shirt."

"Right," you giggle, a girlish sound that Peter wants seared in his brain, "I said, you know the food truck around the block?"

"You'll have to be more specific," he says, squeezing at your hips.

"The one that shut down."

"Oh, right. The Jam Van," he laughs knowingly. You'd moped for almost a month when they closed. You were inconsolable.

"Yeah," you grin, poking his chest, "yeah, they reopened!"

You're smiling so hard Peter worries that you'll get stuck like that. With your eyebrows raised and your cheeks appled. He thinks he needs to hold your face like right now.

He lets his hands leave your hips and raises them to hold your cheeks. Your skin is warm under his touch like he expected. "That's great, baby."

You ignore his hands. "Right? It's amazing."

Peter pushes your cheeks together until your lips pout outwards. He thinks you look extremely cute. Even worse when you try to frown and it just looks like a smooshed mess. He wants to laugh but you look peeved.

"Pete," you try to say. It comes out all mumbled.

"Yeah?" he says, distracted by your puffy face.

You pull your face from his hands and struggle a bit. Holding his arms to his chest you say, "Are you even listening to me?"

"The Jam Van," he says nodding. Smarmy.

"Right," you say, still mildly upset, "they're open right now if you wanna..."

"You wanna go get doughnuts?" he asks with his arms still pinned to his body. His hands wriggle to touch you.

"Can we?" you ask, eyes wide with hope. Peter wishes he had his camera with him.

"Can I kiss you first?" he grins boyishly. You wish you had a better resolve. He's awfully pretty and you really want doughnuts.

You let his arms go, huffing like kissing him is a difficult task. "If you really want." You have to hold back a laugh.

He reaches his hands back up to your cheeks and gives them another squeeze, "Of course, I want to."

You let him guide your face down to meet his lips, huffing into his mouth once they meet. You go lax in his lap when he presses firmer, spreading his fingers over your warming cheeks. He tilts your face upwards so he has better access to slip his tongue in your mouth. You whine when he has you exactly where he wants. Putty in his hold, holding you close by your soft cheeks.

You pull away from his lips, blinking away the dizziness. "Pete," you say panting.

Peter licks his lips, "Yeah?"

You push your face into his neck to hide the way he so obviously makes you feel, holding onto his sleep shirt for dear life. You try to even out your breathing and fail.

"You okay, love?" he asks. There's a hint of smartassery you don't miss. He's awful.

"Yeah," you say a tad breathlessly. "Yeah."

He kisses your shoulder and you shudder. His ego swells tenfold. "You sure?"

You take a moment to compose yourself, hating yourself for being so pliable. You sit back to look him in the eye. "So," you say with a confidence you lack, "Jam Van?"

Peter laughs and catches your face again. You like it much more than the first time. "That felt like coercion ."

"You asked to kiss me!" you say bewildered, pushing at his chest with not enough force than you feel is deserved.

"You tricked me," he laughs with you, letting you paw at his chest. It's quite adorable, really.

"Whatever," you say with more heat than you mean, a smile tugging at your red lips. You untangle yourself from his lap and stand to walk away. "I'll get my own jam doughnuts."

Peter smacks your ass before you can get away and you gasp. "Peter Parker!"

"You can't go out like that."

"I'll do what I like!" you call from the other end of the hallway.

Peter chases you around the flat until he gets you in his arms. The doughnuts wait for a few more hours.

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[lovewithmary]

THE ENGINEER | MCU X FORMULA ONE CROSSOVER

INTRODUCTION

summary: where mick schumacher and viviana stark are best friends, unbeknownst to most.

pairing: undecided for now, but f1 drivers x oc

author's note: hello everyone! this is my first time writing about f1, so I'm kinda nervous in posting this. btw this idea came to me after I rewatched iron man 2 and realized that the movie had tony driving the track in monaco so yeah 👍👍there will be more parts depending on the reception this part gets

warnings: mentions of the iron man 2 kidnapping (does this count as a spoiler)

viviana stark's instagram

liked by tonystark, starkindustries, mickschumacher and 49932292 others

vivstark: happy birthday to my best friend in the world 💜 words cannot describe how much i miss you but i hope to see you soon mickey!

tagged: mickschumacher

comments

user1: MICK AND VIVIANA?? SINCE WHEN?? ↳ user2: they’ve been best friends since birth basically 😭😭 their dads are friends and they grew up spending time with each other ↳ user2: and i’m pretty sure tony stark had a hand in building mick’s first kart when he was younger ↳ user3: IMAGINE GETTING TO SAY THAT TONY STARK BUILT YOUR KART?

user4: VIVIANA STARK NEW WAG?

user5: WHY DIDN’T WE KNOW ABOUT THIS SOONER? ↳ user6: they both said in older interviews that whenever they’d been out together, there was always speculation that they were dating and it was getting pretty annoying for the both of them so they started hanging out in secret

user7: CAN VIVIANA COME TO THE PADDOCK? ↳ user8: OMGGG that would be so good ↳ user9: tbh, i highly doubt it'll happen. ever since tony stark got kidnapped at the monaco track, there have been no appearances from any starks only reps for the company

starkindustries: i see a certain statue of the greatest superhero ever 😎 ↳ vivstark: okay who taught my dad how to use emojis? also who let him have the company instagram just so he can post this? was it you peterparker? ↳ peterparker: i had no idea he even knew what they were vivstark ↳ tonystark: how old do you guys think i am? vivstark peterparker ↳ vivstark: oh you don't want us to answer that ↳ peterparker: what she said ^ ↳ user10: LIVING FOR THIS INTERACTION

mickschumacher: miss you v 💜 ↳ vivstark: miss you too mickey 💜

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[fcknstar]

hi babe! yup i do actually! i just havent really thought of any ideas, so itd be a pleasure for me to work on your imagine request! but yes, if youd like, i can think of some soon! /// I'm glad you write dark stuff... could you write about harry being a stalker, obsessive, needy, possessive and jealous of the reader? (female reader)

hihi!! thank you for the request, the ending has mentions of bj and if you dont like it you can skip that! im not entirely sure if youll like this but here you go! i might do a redo to this, not entirely sure tho.

,, our own needs "

harryosborn x reader x peterparker

a.n : when i got the request, i was quite excited. its abit challenging but it was fun to work on nonetheless! this is my very very first time writing smut btw!

warnings : possession/obsession/stalker-like-behaviour/needy/jealous harry osborn (thats a mouthful, literally) , MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! , oral sex (m receiving) , masturbation , slight peter parker x reader , lmk if i missed some.

**lowercase intended**

harry seemed like a normal ceo, one that looks strict with a constant expression on which was hardly ever readable. you, being his assistant hardly ever got to know harry. you were just carrying out your job and wanted to get it over quick. harry has 'thrown' himself onto you multiple times, but you were quick to dismiss it thinking that he was probably joking around wanting to keep things professional with him. 

what you didnt know was that harry liked you, a lot. probably too much that he knows every detail in your life, what you liked, what you hated, who dated you and so on. what didnt help was the his penthouse was opposite your apartment. he basically saw everything that happened as your apartment was a level lower from his.

" f-fuck, (y/n) " harrys hips buckled into his fist. he tried his hardest to contain his moans, but the images of you changing clouded his mind edged further into his climax. it wasnt his first time masturbating at the thought of you naked, on top of him and tearing him apart or pictures of you that he took without your acknowledgement. he knew hed be damned if you were to find out about his dirty little secrets. as much as he wants to destroy you, he cant help but find himself crumble under your touch. 

he didnt know whether it was his hormones changing or the way you knew how to get him weak on his knees. what really did it for him was when you came to work in those filthy black dress that hugged your figure perfectly. the way he had to hold himself back and learn self control before he could even rip your dress apart to fuck you deep and slow, show you who you belong to. but again, it was only his imagination of you that kept him going. as much as he wanted to keep things professional between you both, he couldnt help but imagine the drama and mess that could happen if you found him moaning your name while touching his needy self or worse, someone walking into the whimpering mess you are while harrys in you. 

while harry felt a knot deep in his stomach, he saw a cctv camera from his desk, you and someone walking towards the entrance of his office. cursing under his breathe, he had to quickly clean and zip himself up knowing how embarrassed he would be if you and someone foreign were to see him fucking his fist. he felt deeply uncomfortable not being able to release such pain and pleasure he was currently feeling. and there you walked in, with peter parker. right, he was deep in thought of you that he had forgotten his appointment with peter. 

" sir, peter parker. " you had missed the way his gaze faltered when you addressed him so highly. the way your voice intoxicated him that he knew he was about to cum on the spot. swallowing harshly and walking towards you and peter not realizing how wobbly he was, knocked down a vase of his desk. 

" m sorry, just abit clumsy right now " harry let out a breathy laugh when he saw you walking towards him with such concern in your eyes. 

" you okay? " again, it wasnt like he didnt get enough attention from everyone, but the way you showed such sweet concern towards him made him want more. when he saw you kneeling down to help clean the shattered glass, he felt his heart beat faster and vision beginning to blur out. 'so this is how she looks like..' he thought. 

but once you picked up a piece of glass, harry stopped you. insisting that he was able to call a cleaner up to clear the mess. nodding, you left the two boys alone. 

" bye peter " you gave a little wave towards peter. peters gaze softened, seemingly pleased that you acknowledged him. harry didnt like the way peters gaze followed you out of the door. for a man who got everything in his life, he seemed very jealous of peter. you had never seen peter in your life, and now you are all over peter? waving goodbye to him?

turning around to face harry, peter was quick to notice harrys hard look. 

" my assistant, shes very.. " as harry was about to compliment every part of you, wanting to make it clear that you are his and his only, peter cuts him off. 

" very beautiful. " harry merely let out a nod, feeling abit too tense. harry and peter had a long conversation about harrys new military body armor that he was going to work on. 

when peter walked out of the door after talking to harry, he bumped into you. 

" hi. " peter breathed out. he didnt know your name, remembering that you were only referred to as harrys assistant. the only reason why harry didnt want to mention your name was because he felt the need to protect such an angelic name, and wanted to be the only one to moan it while thinking about you. 

" hi peter. " you greeted back. it felt as if peter was in a trance when he didnt say anything. laughing quietly, you went around peter to get into harrys office. but before you could even get to it, peter stopped you. you felt your whole body tense up when you felt peters hand touch your stomach. you knew how attractive peter was upon meeting him, how slim and built he was. how gentle his hand touched you. looking up at him, you quirked an eyebrow. 

" your name? " 

" oh, (y/n). " peter voiced your name out repeatedly in his mind. when peter placed his hand down, you were about to walk past him when he stopped you again. 

" heres my number, i want to get to know you more. " it sounded more like a question than an actual statement. when he placed the crumpled paper with his number in your palm, he smiled when you didnt reject it. 

" will do. " you whispered, waving him goodbye.

walking into harrys office, you notice him drinking down a shot of alcohol. it was barely five and hes already drinking. 

when harry felt a presence behind him, he turned. 

" oh, its you " he didnt mean to come off as rude but the images of you and peter interacting outside his office infuriated him. he was always watching you. 

" uhm, yea its me? anyways, i was about to inform you that you have nothing else planned for the day. " you looked up from your tablet, making sure you got it right. harry caught on to your first sentence, he heard how hurt you were but it was probably just his imagination. 

nodding in acknowledgment he walked towards you. when he was close enough, he cant help but smell the cherry scent you had on. grabbing the tablet off your hand and placing it on the nearby desk, he let his hand fondle with your arms, rubbing it slowly. harrys love eyes for you had turned to something more than that and was jealousy-drunk despite drinking. harry needed a few shots to make the alcohol take effect, so he was moderately sober. 

he let his mind wild free and began holding you close to him and began swaying from side to side to the nonexistent music. being confused, you pulled away, your action angering harry. 

" sir, i don't think itd be- " 

" shh. all i need is you, so please " harry had barely rasped out. he didnt care about anything as his only focus was on you. 

" you can tell me to stop if you dont want it, okay? " harry began to hold you, resting his right arm on your head, playing with your hair, with his other hand on your waist, thumb gently rubbing circles.

and there you were, letting your guard down. you didn't realize how much you liked harry, to blinded in the duties of work. when he felt you lean into his touch, he couldnt help but smile, planting kisses on the crown of your head. 

harrys lips then moved towards your cheek, planting a peck. you didnt know what you wanted at the moment, too unsure about the consequences if you let this continue, but you were also dazed to care as the man you wanted dearly was finally giving you what you wanted. 

harry then held your face with his hands. your expression was unreadable. you could tell that harry was very hesitant to kiss you. i mean, harry did say that you could ask him to stop if you didn't want any of it, but he was still unsure. helping harry understand you better, your arms snacked around his neck making his arms move to your waist, smashing your lips onto his. the moment felt so unreal, it wasnt like his imagination, it was better. as much as he wanted to fight for dominance, he moaned into your mouth when you bit his bottom lip. allowing entrance quickly he leaned you against the desk, trying to stabilize you better. he let you take control quickly and it was so out of his character because one would think that he is very dominant, but with a single touch he was soon crumbling under your touch. he tried to deepen the kiss, as if you are the last thing on earth that can make him survive. as if you are the oxygen he needs. when he heard you moan when he placed his knee in between your legs, he swore he felt his whole body heat up. 

pulling away to catch your breath, harry leaned towards your neck, hands gripping your hair to grant him more excess to your neck. it was as if he was a vampire and dearly needed blood. the way he sucked your neck, leaving tender kisses and bruises on it, marking you immediately. you have slept with a few people, but they didn't feel like this. you felt like you were in heaven with the way harry touched you. you have neglected your feelings way too well to not realize the way your heart yearned for harry. pushing harry of off you confused him. why did you want to stop now? noticing an office chair near you, you pushed harry down. climbing onto his lap, you began attacking his neck.

" f-fuck (y/n) " placing his hand onto your waist to try and pull your body closer to his. he cant help remind himself of his own whereabouts, his office. part of him is slightly eager to find out what were to happen if you both gets found out, but part of him wants this moment to be uninterrupted. but he couldnt contain himself when you knew how to push him over the edge. he felt you grind against his growing erection, you played with him like you knew how to please him. climbing off his lap and kneeling down in front of him, harry tried to keep eye contact. your expression questioning him for consent and without a doubt he whimpered a 'please'

without wasting time, you unzip his pants which showed you off a better outline of his dick. pulling his pants down enough, you take his erection in your hand. 

" oh god, fuck " it felt even better than he imagined. his body shivered when your thumb glide over his tip, thats already sticky with precum. 

" please (y/n), fucking please " harry begged to be destroyed. 

" just one gentle touch and youre already a whimpering mess.. " you whispered to no one at all, but harry heard it and replied with another strangled moan. " i wonder howd you react if i put you in my mouth " you continued, he loved the way you teased him. pumping him slowly, you began placing soft kisses onto his tip. 

" fuck, better than i have imagined " he saw how dark you gaze became. 

" imagined? why imagine when you have the real thing in front of you? " harry felt his body go limp and the immense amount of pleasure was throwing him off the boat. with every hard and fast pump, he felt a familiar knot in his stomach that he felt earlier in the day. that was when you finally put his whole into your mouth. you couldnt lie to yourself, you were enjoying it. the guys that ever slept with you only wanted to dominate you and not vice versa. although you did enjoy it, this experience was new to you. hollowing your cheeks out and began sucking harshly, harry tried to contain himself and stop himself from cumming, which from his end was tough considering the way you toyed around with him. due to his loud moans, you stopped. pulling away, you saw needy harry was. harry felt lonely and empty without any contact with you. 

" shh, if you want me to continue, you have to be a good boy and shut it " 

" please i want you " untying his tie that he had on, you rolled it small enough to put into harry mouth. 

going back to your previous actions, you began sucking hard and pumping what your mouth couldn't take. that was when you felt harry grip onto your hair. you enjoyed it, the hair pulling. it did turn you on, making you moan against his dick. harry, feeling the vibrations of your moan on his dick, moaned loudly into his tie. feeling his dick twitch multiple times, you released. 

" cum for me sir. " was what did it for him. webs of cum began painting your mouth, and you didnt waste anytime tasting it. the sight of you on your knees, with his cum all over you made harry feel different. it was all real, he reminded himself. he finally had you, after seeing you go out on dates with multiple guys. 

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[julietashton]

don’t blame them (love made them crazy)

Summary — Tony is trying to give them the privacy he’s promised Pepper he would, but it’s hard when he’s become so invested in their teenage drama.(Or, alternatively, Peter falls in love with Tony Stark's daughter and he has to exercise his patience to deal with it.)

Content — tomholland!peterparker, mcu!peterparker, ofc (original female character), irondad

From the moment Tony meets Peter, he connects him with Sophia.

He’s her age, he thinks, which makes him feel incredibly protective over the young boy. The feeling only grows when he finds out he’s an orphan brought up by his aunt. He thinks of Peter’s parents then— if it was me, I would want someone to watch out for Sophia.

At first, Tony tries to keep Peter at arms’ length, but it ends up being impossible. He doubts anyone could ever keep Peter at arms’ length; he is the purest, most open person in the world. He wears his heart on his sleeve, has a natural positive outlook in life and is excited about everything. There isn’t a single bad bone in that powerful body of his, and his kindness is sometimes offensive. But Peter’s also impulsive and inexperienced, distressingly reckless and in terrible need of guidance, so Tony takes him under his wing—sort of adopts him, in a way.

He doesn’t think any drama could come out of it—until Peter and Sophia meet for the first time.

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[blainesebastian]

coffee cart girl (pt3)

words: 2,703 ship: austin x female reader summary: you’re the coffee runner on the set of Elvis. Coffee deliveries run pretty easy, until Austin accidently spills coffee on you. notes: I really appreciate the continued support--the comments, reblogs, likes, and asks have been so lovely! thank you :) part 1 is here, part 2 is here. if you’d like to be added or removed from the tag list, please let me know  warnings: none tag list: @pearlparty, @theinvisiblecapricorn, @kittenlittle24, @andrewgarfields-girlfriend, @mirandastuckinthe80s, @nonsensical-nonce, @softlispoken, @dudinhahoff, @peterparke-r, @lottiee03, @little-diable, @therealwriter17 , @bob-the-tomato-senpai, @bcofl0ve, @domaniquessidehoe

You’re gone from set for about a week.

Your sister visits first, unexpected, but you have a few days to take so you do. Sal doesn’t seem to care because they’ve got a replacement coffee girl to make rounds and you’d rather enjoy your time with your sibling uninterrupted. The moment you’re geared back to go to work, you come down with the flu—and it’s three days of fever, the sniffles, and sleeping a headache away.

By the time Monday rolls around again you’re brand new but almost feel slightly disoriented at being away from that amount of time. It takes a bit to get back into the groove of things, and the slight change in location doesn’t help. Moving to a larger set, it’s the carnival scene spread out amongst the tents and trailers tucked in the back of the lot. It’s quite a sight, actually, even a full working old-fashioned Ferris wheel where Colonel Parker will reign in Elvis on signing a deal with him.

You find yourself distracted by the lights and sounds, wondering if there will be a break in shooting where you can wander through, take a peek. Would be really cool to see.

“Welcome back, glad to see you’re not on your deathbed anymore.”

You smile lightly, turning to see Jillian hovering nearby. It is good to see her, she was one of the only people who messaged you to check in while you were sick. She’s a good friend. “I missed you too.”

Jillian hums, moving to sit down on a bench nearby as you fill last-call coffee orders. You both have been rather busy all day, lots of moving parts to scenes, to getting people ready, to delivering what’s being asked. You’re glad you’re finally able to talk…and that you, surprisingly, have not run into Austin today. Your brain keeps replaying the last time you saw him, even after days have gone by.

You can’t stop thinking about how abruptly you left his trailer—it's one of those things that seemingly gets worse every time you think about it, but maybe it wasn’t actually so bad when it happened. Feelings and emotions tend to warp reality until we hold the worst version of ourselves in our hands.

The sky is bleeding orange into pink as the sun begins to go down, making the carnival lights pop that much more against the backdrop.

“So…are you gonna tell me about it?”

You sigh evenly, glancing over at the redhead as you complete coffee orders. It’s so engrained into you that you can multitask—filling cups and glaring at Jillian.

“What?” She grins, “I waited until you were better before I asked.”

“How kind of you,” Deadpan, but she’s snickering and that pulls at the corners of your mouth. “Nothing happened.”

“Bullshit, okay? Austin isn’t inviting me, or anyone else for that matter, into his trailer to sit on his couch.” She pokes at your hip, making you jerk away from her. “So spill.”

And that’s what you almost do, spill the coffee you’ve just made. The thing is, you almost take her up on her offer—to divulge what happened, to tell her what you guys talked about, if only to highlight how much it isn’t that big of a deal. But no matter how the words spin, it’s going to be taken out of proportion. Just nature of the beast at this point.

“I brought him coffee; he played the guitar—we talked.” Cliff-notes, perfectly organized as if your heart isn’t beating out of your chest.

“What?” She screeches, grabbing your arm.

“Jillian!” You off-set her as best you can, thanking whoever’s watching out for you that the tray of coffee you’ve organized doesn’t accidently tumble onto your feet from your friend’s jerky movements.

“How are you not freaking out about this?” She laughs, eyes sparkling like a pond on a bright sunny day.

You are—there’s just…what’s the benefit of allowing yourself to fall freely into emotions like that. Over a few interactions? Yeah, you talk and swap personal anecdotes and you heard him sing, so what? A bunch of people on set have. You’re not about to walk around here like you’re somehow special or better than anyone else.

And maybe, just maybe, you’re a tiny bit afraid of how much those conversations have meant…what if that’s all they are? Passing exchanges?

“Oh,” Jillian says quietly after a few moments, “You are freaking out about this.”

You sigh, glancing around to make sure they’re alone. “I just don’t think there’s any use in getting my hopes up.” A crush on Austin Butler makes a lot of sense—how could you not? Pushing physical looks aside, there’s plenty more to write home about.

Jillian smooths your hair down, brushing it over your shoulder with a small smile, “It’s okay to like him, you know. Just enjoy the day-to-day while it lasts?”

You give her a soft smile back, nodding before you pick up the tray of coffee. Your feelings for Austin aren’t what’s concerning you.

Not exactly, anyways.

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Bringing the empty tray to your chest, you turn on your heel to navigate through the trailers to sit back on the picnic table and work on your script for a little. It’s going to be a late night on set, maybe even into the early morning. You’re only scheduled for the next hour, so you figure taking it easy and seeing if anyone needs anything else should work out. Easing back into the week is just what you need.

Turning the corner, you bump right into someone—and really at this point it should come to no surprise that the universe is fucking with you.

“Hey,” Austin smiles down at you, his hand catching your elbow to steady your backstep. “Was beginnin’ to think you started working for a different film set.”

A soft laugh leaves your lips and you shake your head, “Just had some time off—my sister came to visit and then I was sick.”

“Glad to see you’re better,” His eyes flicker over you, almost an air of concern. It’s then you realize he hasn’t let go of your elbow, the slightest of pressure from his fingers against your skin.

“I noticed you weren’t on any of my coffee orders today. You start drinkin’ tea or something? Strictly Starbucks?”

He grins, his hand moving to run a hand through his hair. You swear you can still feel the heat of his fingertips—you concentrate on something else; the Elvis look he’s pulling off today. The white slacks and black lace shirt, it’s utterly ridiculous how good he looks. It almost feels like you’re staring but…it’s hard to glance away, so much to take in. These clothes were made for him to wear, you’re sure no other actor could pull this role off.

“The girl doin’ the runs, Sarah, she’s nice but she constantly got my order wrong.”

You smile a little—seems like Austin would be considerate about that though, no Frank-sized tantrums. Clearing your throat, you tilt your head when looking up at him, “Thought you were into the whole ‘surprise me’ thing.”

“I only let one coffee girl do that.”

You can’t help but grin because that response is smooth—and yet, you hope he means it. It’s not often that someone else makes you feel utterly speechless, actually it’s usually the exact opposite. You’re a talker, even when nervous, so the fact that you’re searching for words right now is so unlike you.

“So it’s uh, it was mostly the carnival scenes today?”

Austin smiles a little at the shift in conversation, licking his lips as he sticks his hands into his pockets. “Yeah,” He glances past you towards the set, “Ferris wheel got stuck though in the middle of shooting, so they had to reset.”

“It got stuck?” A laugh, “You weren’t on it, were you?”

His eyes are bright as he’s smiling, taking a step towards you as he talks, “Oh yeah, I was on it with Tom, they went to shift us into the air and we got about halfway and then just—dead stop.”

You cover your mouth with one of your hands, really trying not to laugh at this predicament because you’re sure it was nerve wracking to say the least. “You scared of heights?”

He pauses a moment as if to weigh that question, “Well I wasn’t before that.”

You tip your head back a little as a small fit of giggles escape, almost can’t help it, cheeks warming from amusement. You can just picture it—the Ferris wheel creaking to a stop with Tom and Austin completely clueless and confused, in costume, waiting to figure out if the crew could get the machine to work again or if they’d need some sort of fire department to come help.

“S’not funny, I could still be stuck up there,” Austin’s smiling though, shaking his head. “Or the whole thing coulda plummeted.”

You cover your mouth more completely this time before nodding because right, totally not funny. Agree. You look up at him as he stands in front of you, that smile still fixed on his face and you realize…how close he’s really hovering and just how blue his eyes are. There are flecks of yellow there in the iris that you don’t think you would have noticed otherwise.

You realize you’re holding your breath when your lungs start to burn a little, your eyes grazing along the fullness of his lower lip—

“There’s a hall of mirrors too, right?”

Austin blinks, instantly thrown off by your question. If you could kick yourself, you would—it’s as if your tongue has a mind of its own, shifting the charged moment to a question thrown out into the air. He clears his throat, pulling back slightly and—are his cheeks the softest of pinks or is that trick of the light?

“Yeah, there’s a hall of mirrors.” He motions with his chin past the Ferris wheel and then, “You wanna go through it?”

You make a psh sound with your lips because, “Absolutely not.” You’ve seen far too many horror movies start out that way, set design or not.

Austin laughs, reaching down for your hand—he’s apparently not taking no for an answer, “C’mon.”

“Austin.”

Ignoring you, he continues forward, his hand warm and solid against your own. His tug is insistent but not too fast paced, your eyes glancing over the muscles flexing in his arms as you weave through the trailers to reach the hall of mirrors. It’s late, seems like most the crew has packed up for the night. Some of the celebrities, you’ve learned from past sets, sleep in their trailers with late nights and early calls because it’s easier than going home.

You wonder if Austin ever does that—he might have been heading back to his trailer to change out of his Elvis look…though you’re not exactly complaining that you bumped into him this way.

Approaching the hall of mirrors, Austin tugs open the door, the inside illuminated in bright colors—an archway of orange with fat bulbs, the walls an iridescent blue, silver metal holding the mirrors into place. You crinkle your nose, already shaking your head…this seems like a bad idea. It’s so ironic because you’re the first one in line for a haunted house come Halloween, loving the chance to be scared in a safe setting, holding onto someone’s hand or arm as you work your way through the maze.

This…feels different though, for whatever reason.

Probably has everything to do with Austin wearing that shirt and it being reflected to you in a hundred different mirrors.

The door gently closes behind and you wonder, briefly, what the trick is for filming in a space like this. With all the reflective surfaces, it’s got to be tricky. Austin lets go of your hand as you explore the space, seeing your reflection repeated in the walls—endless. The mirrors twist and turn, making it feel like it’s somehow a small and large space all at the same time. There has to be multiple exits to this thing, it being a set piece, it’s not real. They can’t really get lost in here…can they?

And yet, you feel some sort of silly apprehension grip your stomach when you pause to look around a corner, as if something is going to jump out at you. Which makes no sense—

It doesn’t take long for Austin to become aware of your uneasiness. Between one lingering gaze around the edge of a mirror to another small alcove, he comes up beside you and grabs your hips briefly with an exclaimed rah noise.

You nearly jump right out of your goddamn skin. You whirl on him and smack his chest and he’s laughing, a full body one that somehow makes his eyes a brighter blue and his cheeks the softest of pinks. It’s then you notice that his shirt is decidedly unbuttoned halfway, a damn good look.

“You asshole!” You shout but you’re laughing, going in for another smack.

Austin catches your wrist with his hand, gently squeezing. “Couldn’t resist.”

You let out a long breath, the grip he has on you relaxes until your palm rests against his chest, fingers curling against black lace. Your heartbeat begins to normalize, no longer throbbing against your eardrums and you shake your head fondly,

“So annoying.” You mutter, mostly to yourself.

But because of your proximity, Austin hears you, his eyebrows arching up in amusement. “Oh so now I’m annoying.”

He’s standing there, black hair swept back except for two strands over his forehead, eyes a sharp blue in this light, skin warm underneath her fingertips, sandalwood mixed with something else wafting to your nose. You can feel the flutter of his heartbeat along your fingertips, making your stomach flutter all the way up into your chest.

So unfair, so easily handsome, completely knocking down all the walls and defenses you naturally put up to protect yourself.

You look up at him, a cheeky smirk on your lips. “Pretty sure it’s a consistent thing.”

One moment there’s this short laugh, mostly a breath through Austin’s nose, and then he’s leaning forward and down and kissing you. It’s quick, just a warm press of his lips, his hand falling from holding yours on his chest to rest against one of the mirrors behind you.

You blink, taking a step back and when you look up at him again—his lips are fuller, almost a bit pinker than before, eyes lidded as his breathing seems slightly uneven. You can understand, your heart feels like it’s about to pound out of your chest, echoing against your eardrums. Did that…really just happen?

He misreads your expression, “Sorry—I—”

The last thing you want him to do is apologize for that, to regret it. You shake your head lightly, “Did you mean it?”

It wasn’t a mistake, right? He feels it too, there’s something on both sides. It might not make complete sense and you might not have the words to describe it, but it’s there: mutual attraction, the spark, the questioning and lingering sensation that there’s something else there, something more, just out of reach.

Austin considers you for a moment, moving his other hand to cup your cheek. He runs his thumb along your lower lip, your heartrate racing in the pulse of your neck. You can almost taste the saltiness of his skin—

“I meant it.” He says and no sooner do the words leave his mouth are you pressing yourself up onto your toes.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, drawing him down into another kiss. As one hand seems to gather up the fabric of his lace shirt between your fingers, the other rests along the nape of his neck, keeping him close. His hands are equally busy, one along your spine while the other entangles itself in your hair.

Even though your eyes are closed as you kiss, you can feel the mirrors that surround you, reminding you of exactly what you’re doing.

But those consequences are for tomorrow.

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Thank you so much for reading! More to come :)

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[elletheactualmenace]

It’s Not Nothing

Pairing: tasm!PeterParker x Fem!reader

Summary: A regular day turns into patching Peter up.

Warnings: Tickling, slight angst, mentions of blood, description of wound, fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

a/n: I haven’t had the motivation to finish this until now, so here you go. There are probably so many mistakes I don’t even care at this point.

"Okay so to recap, although there are political parties now with many different views and many different politics taking different sides, our first president George Washington believed...?" The teacher waits for someone to answer her question. And because of the free reign of her class four people say something along the lines of "He believed they could lead to our corruption."

Mrs. Flax moves her hands in a gesture that means "and?" Or "continue" You raise your hand in a lazy manner tired but glad the day is ending soon.

"Yes, Y/n?" She asks, awaiting your response.

"He believed that they were a distraction, that they just led to unnecessary conflict and fighting. And that, arguing back and forth could lead to foreign influence and then to our corruption." You say glancing around at the eyes on you. Mrs. Flax smiles happy that someone was really paying attention in her class.

"Amazing response, thank you Y/n. Now next class we will learn about the political parties before the ones we know today. And make sure-" The bell cuts her off but she keeps talking as people get out of their seats heading for their lockers.

"Make sure you finish the last couple of questions on the paper from today. That's the only homework!" Her voice fizzles out of ear shot, as you walk with the crowd of people in the halls of your school.

As you navigate the maze of people you eventually find your locker. And next to your locker is an - already ready to leave - Peter Parker. You laugh at him resting on your locker, and shove him off. He puts his hands up in defeat and steps away.

He waits patiently as you shove books, folders and notebooks into your saggy backpack. You scoff at him when he chuckles at you having trouble fitting a folder into your bag. He reaches over and helps you finish in a more efficient manner. Once you are done his arm slings over your shoulder and pulls your face close to his as you both walk down the hall towards the exits of the school. He kisses your cheek and whispers

"I missed you."

"You just saw me last period in English." You smile at the lingering warmth left by his lips on your cheek. As he pulls away slightly he winces as your hand grazes his side. You raise a brow. “It’s nothing.” He assures. Taking attention off of himself he says "And I know but still, how can I not miss you. Especially when you smell like you do." He leans in and takes a whiff of your perfume. You tense and shiver as his nose grazes your pulse point. He laughs.

The sunlight hits you as you and your Boyfriend walk through the doors of your highschool.

You both walk to the train holding hands. At one point you swear you see his skateboard almost fall out of his backpack. We all have no idea on how he keeps it there all the time and it doesn't fall. A Parker secret you guess.

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You shove your books and papers away from you and stretch as you yawn into the warm couch. Peter does the same moments later. You start putting your work away into folders then to your backpack. Peter falls back on the couch and quickly pulls you with him. You yelp as he snuggles his face in your neck from behind you.

"Okay Pete, what do you want to do now?"

He sucked in, inhaling both your scent and the air around him. He hums in thought. "Not sure," he tightens his grip around you waist. He whispers into your neck.

"Maybe we can just cuddle? I can be the little spoon? Or big I don't care, as long as it's with you." You chuckle at his mumbled words, and then sigh happily.

"Sound good to me." And after about 5 minutes of getting situated and putting on some random show on Netflix, you were in a comfortable position.

You ask as Peter's nose bumps with your ear. "How was your day?"

Peter nuzzles into your neck, it tickles and you lean away smiling. "What?" Peter asked innocently. "Why'd you move?"

"You- never mind." You roll your eyes and pull him back into you. This time he fans his breath over your neck, you nudge him slightly, but he pushes your arm out of the way. He retracts his arms from around you and takes hold of your wrists. He maneuvers the both of you so your back is flat on the couch and his knees on either side of your waist keeps him just above you. You gasp at his sudden movement and tilt your head in confusion.

"What are you doing there Peter?" You ask with a smile and a raised brow. His grin becomes a smirk and you see a glint of playfulness in his eyes.

His smile only grows when you try to wiggle yourself out form under him. You know if you really wanted you could ask him to let go but you want to see what he's up to. Peter pauses the show playing and puts the remote off the coffee table.

Peter's free hand travels to the hem of your shirt and he slowly lifts it but only so a bit of you stomach is showing. He then grazes over you skin with the tips of his fingers. It tickles and you wiggle around more. He smiles softly at your reaction and then goes in for the full blown tickle method. Your laughs and his chuckles fill the room. There is no way that he just did that. You have to get him back, somehow.

Peter stops his attacks to your stomach with a big smile plastered on his face. "You jerk," You let out in a puff of air. You laugh again this time just at the whole situation. Peter leans down and presses a sweet tender kiss to your lips, almost as and apology. You kiss back, lips tingling at the sensation of his lips on yours. You lean upward for more closeness to him but Peter swiftly pulls away with a mischievous smirk. His hands let go of your wrists but his face begins to travel down to wear his hand was just a second ago. Peters fingers once again pull at the material of you shirt.

Before you can blink his lips are on you stomach blowing raspbarrys. You squirm even more now, laugh so loud your lungs hurt. The sound of his lips blowing on to your stomach makes it hard for him to keep his composure and not laugh himself. He just thinks you look so cute when you laugh.

Your constant moving and shifting makes it hard for Peter to keep you down. You knee bucks up into his abdomen and you hear a wince. Immediately he is off of you. You sit up concern and guilt lacing every fiber of you.

"Shit," You curse as you slowly crawl to his aid. Peter sits on the edge of the couch holding his side.

"Are you okay?" You run your hand up and down his arm in a soothing manner.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." He tries to calm your worry but your not convinced with the way he is slouched over. "Im so sorry, I didn't mean to-" You cut yourself off when you see a damp patch beginning to seep through his shirt.

"Peter you bleeding," You utter in shock. You quickly stand up and make a beeline for the bathroom down the hall.

Rushing back with a first aid kit in hand you kneel by his side. "Y/n, it's nothing Im fine," Peter brushes off as you try to get under the hand cupping the side of his abdomen.

"Peter. It's not nothing if its bleeding, what the hell happened?" He sucks in a breath as you pry his hand away from his side.

"Nothing, I just got grazed last night, no biggie." Peter says as you lay eyes on a poorly bandaged stomach. There is blood leaking through the off white bandaging. You slowly unwrap the wound and finally see whats causing him pain. It's a deep gash, it looks like a knife wound. There is blood slowly spilling from the slice. You pull out cleaning supplies and get to work.

"Why didn't you call me? You know I would have been more then willing to help you," You scolded him as he purses his lips in thought.

"I don't know. I just don't like bothering you if I don't have to, and I guess I thought I could handle it." He confesses. You shake you head with a sigh and you clean his wound, making sure to not hurt him further.

"Listen, I know you’re the 'Strong and Brave Spider-Man', but your allowed to ask for help. Even if its with something you think, and key word here, think you can handle by yourself.” You pull out the bandages from the first aid kit. “And you can especially ask me for help because I'm your girlfriend, and that part of the job. So don't hide these kind of things from me you idiot." You carefully wrap his wound and he slowly nods looking down in embarrassment that you had to find out like this. It was bad enough he got hurt, but the fact he thought you wouldn't find out and he could keep it from your was worse.

"M'sorry," He muttered quietly, eyes trained on the floor. You smiled, pulled his shirt down and lifted his chin softly.

"Hey, look at me, baby, It's okay," You smiled a forgiving smile and he gave a hopefully one.

"I forgive you, just next time, call me. Okay?"

Peter nods and you close the first aid kit slipping it onto the coffee table that held your school work and books. You tilt you head up and delicately kiss his cheek. His face swells into a smile and he turns his head so he can kiss you properly. His plump lips against yours in a tooth-rotting sweetness.

You pull away and lean against the back of the couch, Peter follows suit. You rest your head on his shoulder cuddling up to his side, careful to not accidentally hurt him again. You grin and turn to face him, his head turns slightly and he raises a brow waiting for you to say something.

"You know, when you're better, Im totally getting revenge." He chuckled pulling you closer.

"I'd like to see you try," He challenged. You roll your eyes with a smirk.

"Oh just you wait bug boy,"

#tasm!peter x y/n #tasm fic #tasm!peter fluff #fluff #angst #x reader #tasm peter #fanfic #oneshot #because i could #fem!reader

[zoobus]

You said to ask how you felt about Kato in Green Hornet so I'm doing just that

Keep in mind I haven't seen this movie in like ten years so the mental essaypost I made has faded and become inaccurate with time

Green Hornet (2011) was a fun movie overall, a surprisingly not-bad January release. Pretty funny, quick action, looked cool.

Again, I am ten years removed from the essays I loved to read examining and analyzing racial depictions in Hollywood, but I'd say the desexualization of Asian men is fairly well known? You'd see an Asian man in a leading role and a hot girl in the hot girl role (you know how it is, plz excuse the implied misogyny) and somehow they would never end up together for some strange reason. I know there's a long list of Romoe-Must-Die type movies out there (because I read it that list 10+ years ago):

I've seen plenty of action movies and seeing some tragic shit has never stopped the impenetrable force of stupid action movie romantic hook-ups, ever.

Anyway, Green Hornet spent most of its time looking like it would transcend the stereotype of weirdly cockblocking their rare Asian male lead - it's made abundantly clear that Kato (Jay Chou) is 100000% cooler, smarter, sexier than the Hornet (Seth Rogan). (Side note, I think this was the first movie I ever saw of Seth Rogan and how come no one's ever commented on the fact that he sounds like Grover Monster from Sesame Street? I thought he was doing a bit for the first third of the movie). Kato is slick, manipulative in a badass way. After he and Hornet meet Cameron Diaz' character, not only is their romantic tension between them, it's obvious they hook up. Kato was not going to this woman's house at night for actual "piano lessons," come on.

So hey, representation, we finally got a Hollywood movie where the Asian guy wins right? Wrong. Kato and Hornet get in some stupid boy-fight near the end of the movie and Kato, clearly in the heat of the moment, vulgarly says he fucked Cameron Diaz' character, knowing Hornet will seethe will jealousy over it. And seethe he does! Mr. tattletale runs crying to her and repeats all the stuff his friend said, Diaz gets mad and insists they never did anything together, he's lying (she's lying), and...their relationship is over I guess. She kind of forgives him, but it's over.

You could read that as empowering since hey, how many times have we seen a male lead insult and degrade the trophy romantic girl for minor plot conflict, only for her to quickly forgive him before the story wraps up? For once we have a woman stand up for herself and cut that toxicity out of her life. She's not dating either of them by the movie's end - uncommon for an action movie!

I just couldn't help but note that the rare moment of no one winning the girl coincides with the rare moment an Asian dude had a genuine chance of doing so.

I could never find it now but I saw The Green Hornet right after I saw another movie that I don't remember the title of but I'll call "Russian movie about a magical car that is somehow a ripoff of Spider-man (2002) you'll have to trust me on this." At one point in that movie not!peterparker publicly slutshames not!maryjane for like...no reason. he was mad about his magic car and takes his fury out by degrading his girl to her face, in front of their peers, in class while she gawks at him. Nothing she did prompted this, he just uses her as a punching bag. And at the end? She forgives him. They get back together. The end.

It's not hollywood, but made me think about how common less extreme versions of that are and highlighted the disparities. Kato's outburst is, again, vulgar, but it felt like a heat of the moment thing, a private tantrum that his character would regret after calming down regardless, a personal moment that should have stayed between friends. IMO it came across like oh, asian lead? I'm a feminist now. We gotta give women agency, we have to let women know men aren't ENTITLED to their bodies, and we have to send that message right now, before there's a chance of this guy emasculating a white man.

but hey maybe it was a coincidence

#niche effortposts #the green hornet

[oneirataxiahiraeth]

Spend the Night Away

Pairings : fem!reader x postNWH!peterparker

Warnings : swearing, fluff, mentions of blood, mentions of serious injuries, some fluff ig, some angst too ig, clit stimulation, p in v (unprotected(#wrapitordonttapit))

Word count : 4.6k

You let of out a soft sigh. You were tired, it was late, honestly you couldn't but feel just a bit disappointed. In yourself... in Peter... in general. You told yourself that the last time this happened, would truly be the last time. No more blood stained carpets, or scrubbing dried bloody finger prints of the windows and walls Peter used to come in.

Obviously you failed to passed the memo to your handsome neighbor who seemed to find you as his new outlet for help. He felt terrible, he truly truly did, but he couldn't help it. He was used to getting help. Used to having someone take care of him when him was unable to do it himself.

"You're uhm, you're good." You sniffled, throwing the last bloody tissue in the trash. Tonight was fairly easy. He only suffered from a few bruises and scrapes from his brawls out in New York City. It took you only an hour to properly clean and sanitize cut and wound, but he was very well behaved throughout it all. "With your healing and everything, you should be good by morning. I think... I really don't know how this whole thing works still." You sighed.

You found out about Peter being Spider-Man a few months ago. He entered your apartment by accident, injured and tired. So tired he didn't see how horrified you were in the corner of your apartment, eating your bowl of lucky charms while he took off his mask. Ever since he begged you to be quite about all of this, and you agreed. His first time coming to you with an injury was soon after. He was dinged up pretty bad, and nearly collapsed into your arms begging for help. You were a nursing student at NYU, and you had no issue helping him. That might you both spent the night of your living room floor.

"Uhm yeah, t-thank you, y/n." Peter hummed. You nodded, crossing your arms as you watched him take in his surroundings.

"What's wrong?" You asked leaning against the door frame.

"It's uhm, it's nothing really, I was just- nevermind it's stupid honestly." He shook his head and you frowned.

After some time of doing this you and Peter actually became friends. Every time he came over covering in blood and tears you felt your heart ache. You had of course been worried. Sometimes he hasn't ever been hurt, just simple nightmares that you got to hear about every once in a while. And through all the bad times, which happened to be way too often, there was the good. The pizza he'd bring for a late dinner and thank you's every now and again. The deli sandwiches from what he proclaimed 'the best bodega shop in all of queens', and the occasional pints of ice cream. But he made sure to get new flavors every time just for some diversity. And somewhere in all of those smiles and laughter you started feeling something. Something that branched off into a bajillion different feelings.

"Peter, you can talk to me, you know... I'm quite literally you're only friend." You sighed and he smiled.

"That's- true..." he chuckled. "I was just wondering if I could... maybe uhm... crash on your couch for the night?" He asked, nerves racking over him. You were possibly his only positive interaction of the day, everyday. When he was around you he felt safe, and happy, and like the world- his world wasn't collapsing around him. "I don't know, I just really would feel comfortable not being alone tonight."

"Of course you can stay, Peter." You nodded. Something in you screamed. Peter had stayed over before, but that was before you even looked at him the way you did. Before he made your skin tingle whenever you were near him... or thinking about him. That was before you spent your nights fantasizing about the guy who would come in to capture bugs crawling around your apartment, and changing lightbulbs for you whenever you needed.

"Are you sure? I don't want to intrude or anything" he spoke up and you nodded.

"I'm sure," you smiled softly. "You can stay whenever you like, Peter, you know that." You sighed and he nodded.

"I know, I just... I don't know." He shrugged.

"Do you need a pillow? Blanket? Anything?" You asked and he shook his head. There was a Spider-Man blanket hung over the couch behind him, one he regularly teased you about, and soft pink throw pillows were enough to get him through the night.

"I'm good, y/n." He hummed. "Thank you..." he smiled to you and you nodded.

"Of course," you smiled. "I'm going to head to bed, uhm, you know you can eat whatever in the kitchen, and I have Netflix and Hulu And everything so if you want to watch anything you can go ahead." You added and he nodded.

"Goodnight, y/n."

"Goodnight, Pete."

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Peter sat with his hand behind him head, staring at the ceiling. His fingers tapping on his chest. Bare chest. He got hot while he waited for his sleep to take over.

He was tempted to just go home. It was right next door, and he could leave through the window so you wouldn't have to get up to lock the door. He wouldn't wake you, and he could find his own ways of lulling himself to sleep after he was in his own bed. Then he wouldn't have to sleep with this sharp spring from your couch stabbing into his sides. But in his own bed he wouldn't have this sort of comfort. This warmth of a smell that was you. He could only have this in your house, your couch, your blankets, and pillow, and even the floor.

You were laying in nearly the same position as Peter was in the next room. Unable to rest, a train of thoughts travel through your mind going millions of miles a second. It had been a good two hours since you said goodnight to Peter. Meaning you'd been laying here not getting a single ounce of sleep knowing how exhausted you were going to be in the morning.

You slid out of bed, in a thin tank top and just your underwear. You usually wore minimal clothes to bed, and if you had any clue that Peter was still awake you would've at least slid on some pajamas shorts. You're steps were quiet and careful to avoid all the creaky spots in the flooring as to not wake your guest. When you walked out of your room, you stopped immediately as his head turned immediately to you. The moonlight fresh on his face, illuminating all of his features in the most beautiful of ways.

"Did I wake you? I'm so sorry." You whispered.

"Nah, I haven't been able to sleep." He explained and you nodded.

"Me neither." You sighed. "It's too cold for my brain to focus on shutting down." You joked, and Peter scoffed.

"It's like a sauna out here." He spoke in response, "not to mention the spring that been stabbing me for the past 40 minutes." He sighed, sitting up from from couch.

   "Shit, Pete, I'm so sorry." You suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment flooding through you.

    "Hey, I've endured worse for longer, I'll be alright." He smiled, trying to ease your embarrassment. You let out a tiny sigh, already forgetting why you chose to come out of your room in the first place.

   "Do you want to sleep with me?" You blurted. You're eyes going wide at the statement and how wrong it came out of your mouth. "I mean like, in the bed... with me. Do you want to sleep in the bed with me?" You corrected awkwardly. "There's no spring or anything, and you won't be as hot..." you cleared your throat before deciding it was time to shut up.

   "I would love to sleep with you." Peter said, immediately closing his eyes as he went through the same realizations as you. "Not like that." He almost sounded disgusted, which he always aimed to fix. "I meant like, I'd like sleeping in the bed with you... not that I find the idea of sleeping with you romantically disgusting or anything but, I just know you meant... uhm... yeah." He shut himself up immediately. No further humiliation was needed by him continuing to speak.

You giggle softly at the ramblings, turning around to go back into your room. Peter sat, watching your moonlight silhouette as you disappeared into the darkness of your room. He followed shortly after, closing the door slowly behind him. You were already in the bed, waiting for him to join.

"It does feel really good in here." He let out a breath as the cool air touched his skin. He went to the other side of the bed, folding back the covers before sliding underneath them right next to you. You're bed wasn't that big, both of you had room, but no matter how you laid, you'd be touching. He felt your freezing cold skin, and you felt his strangely hot exterior.

   "You're freezing." He chuckled, turning his head to face you and you shivered a bit, just to prove his point.

   "I know. I don't get how you're not freezing either." You scoffed and he shrugged.

    "Because I'm not a reptile disguised as a human girl." He joked and you fake gasped. "My blood runs warm."

    "That was so mean." You exaggerated, smile formed on your lips. "I guess your kindness only applies when your in the suit." You humored, making him laugh. "I'm sure the world will be surprised when they learn that Spider-Man is an asshole who calls innocent women cold blooded reptiles." You scoffed, and he laughed.

   "Oh I'm sure they'd have a field day." He agreed. "They already hate me for something I didn't do, why not give them a real reason." He joked, but part of you felt bad.

   Peter told you about all his trials and challenges as Spider-Man. He told you about the spell that Dr.Strange cast to make the word forget him. About the friends and relationships he lost. His Aunt. Happy. Everything. Making a joke like that was a bit tone-deaf, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact he actually seemed to relax a bit more next to you every time he laughed.

    "They hate an innocent man, because they're afraid, Peter. They fear what they don't know and Can't control. They fear what they do know and can't control even more." You tried to ease his mind with what you hoped to be wise words.

   "You think I'm innocent?" He asked and you sighed.

   "We had this talked already, Peter. I wouldn't let a murderer into my home. Especially if they were as pretty as you, I've watched all those Bundy Documentaries." You explained and he felt his cheeks go hot.

   "You think I'm pretty?" He smiled wide, as he felt you're body stiffen.

    "Well I uhm- I mean not like- I mean- yes." You finally cleared your throat and he nodded. "You are very uhm, pretty." You spoke, defeatedly.

   Peter was smiling like a school girl talking to her long time crush. Part of him was even rejecting the urge to start squealing and kicking his feet in the air at the news. Of course, Peter had a bit of a crush on you as well. It had developed a few months ago. He came in, on the brink of consciousness, bleeding out of any and everywhere physically possible. He was ready to die. He was ready to not say goodbye to a single person he loved, and meet those who had already departed from him the second he closed his eyes for too long. Thankfully you were there. For him, everything was slow motion. For you it was hell. You moved the fastest you could possibly go, closing every wound, disinfecting everything, and hoping to god that Peter wouldn't die on your living room floor. Through all of it you stayed by him. You leaned against the couch, his head in your lap, stroking his blood soaked hair until he woke the next morning. You had tears staining your cheeks, and blood covering your hands and clothes. Your eyes were red and puffy, and a look of absolute exhaustion in your eyes. There was nothing he could do to thank you enough, but since that day his feelings for you began to feel like something a little more than what just a friend feels for another friend.

   "I think you're really pretty too." He mentioned. Your heart sped up once again. Surely he meant it just to be kind. There was no way, he was meaning the compliment that she meant.

   "I thought I was a cold blooded reptile?" You teased and he chuckled.

   "I say stupid things around pretty girls sometimes" he mumbled, a bit more seriously than you expected.

     After a few moments of silence Peter took in a deep breath.

   "Thank you."

"For?" You asked and he sighed with a soft shrug.

    "Everything. For not calling the cops the second I stepped in your place bloody and all Spider-Man-ish." He responded seriously and you huffed. "And for taking care of me even though I don't do anything to deserve it." He continued.

   "I would never do that to you." You spoke,  honestly. "I care about you, and I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize your safety after everything you've done for me and this ungrateful ass city."

    "You..." he took in a breath before his big reveal. He didn't know why he wanted to say this now. Probably the darkness and the lack of light illuminating your face making it easier to tell his truth. He could tell if you were disgusted by his comments, or even half asleep. He was just talking... hoping that you would've kick him out. "You make me... feel safe... safe in a way that I haven't felt in so long." He confesses, and you stop breathing entirely.

    "Peter-"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made it weird all of a sudden. But I just had to uhm... I had to tell you. Thank you. I don't have a lot of people left, and I've lost so much, and anytime I think about any hint of happiness I've had in the past few months has been you. So... thank you."

     Before you could even think about it, your lips were on his. Your body leaning over to connect the flesh before you swiftly pulled away, slapping a hand over your mouth and sitting up, guilt flowing free through every vein in your body, circulating around, and worsening as time went on.

   "I-I'm so sorry, I have no clue why I just did that, I feel like such an ass right now, holy shit." You covered your face with your hands as you tried getting yourself together.

    Peter sat up besides you, still taken aback by the surprise. He wasn't upset by it... in fact, that simple little kiss affected him in ways you had no idea of. Those few seconds of physical connection felt like he was high on something that he'd recover from. He wanted it again.

    "Hey, hey, hey," he spoke softly, taking your wrist and pulling your hands away from your face. You fought the actions but you weren't a match for his unparalleled strength. "You don't have to apologize." He assured. "I uhm... I liked it."

   "You did?" You asked dumbly, causing him to chuckle.

   "Can I- If you comfortable with it, can I kiss you?" He asked, hope in his voice as you felt one of the biggest reliefs lifted off your chest.

   "Please." You sighed out.

  Slowly, Peter neared your face, lips grazing over yours. He pressed his soft lips against yours, a soft moan leaving your lips at the contact. It started slow. Your lips moving together in a slow rhythm, molding into each other as if life depended on it. Then you felt his tongue swiping across your bottom lip, to which you granted permission. His tongue was powerful and overtaking as you quickly submitted to his dominance in the area. His hands releasing your wrist and moving to cup your face.

   You had no issue allowing him to overpower you. It was a moment of lust and sheer will, you're body falling back into your pillows, with him wedging himself in between your bare legs, not breaking the kiss until the both of you were struggling to breath, on the verge of passing out.

   "Is this okay?" Peter asked, slightly out of breath and you nodded. "I need words, y/n, I need to hear you tell me you're okay with this." He pleaded.

   "I want this." You said in a near whisper. With that he connected you're lips once again, before you pushed him away. The moon shining in through the blinds creating white stripes along his face. You could see his confusion, and lust and how he was staring down at you waiting patiently for you to speak. "I don't want to be a distraction." You stated. His eyebrows furrowing for a moment, a saddening expression transferring front. "I don't want to be the rebound." You stated.

   "You're not, I wouldn't do that to you. I wouldn't let myself do that to you."

   "Promise?" You asked, hope for his honesty in your voice.

   "I promise." He promised. "I owe you my life, and there's nothing I can do to expression my gratitude." He began. "But if you'd let me, I'd like to make you feel that way you make me feel." He spoke, and you felt chills run straight through your core.

   "Say the words and I'm yours."

"I want you, y/n, in every way." Fuck.

     "Take me."

  Your lips connected once more, his body pressing a bit more weight onto yours. You could feel his loose bulge through the thin fabric of his pajama pants.  He was pressed against your dampening core, legs stretched apart to accommodate Peters Body.

   Your kisses were sloppy, and open mouths, and heavy breathing. Hands roaming all over his skin, getting the best possible feel of him as you could.

       His hands traveled down your body, briefly grazing over your breasts, thumbs lightly flickering on the hard buds as he continued down your waist. His fingers played around the waist band of your panties, lips kissing along your jawline in that same sloppy fashion. His teeth nip and lips suck at every sensitive patch of skin on your neck that gained a reaction from you. Your heart was thumping a million miles an hour. You're mind still trying to process the fact that you were in the same position you fantasized about being in for the past few months. Totally in awe with the way his body was moving against your, and how he's barely ever touch you but you were already an eager panting mess for him.

"Can I touch you?" He mumbled against your skin earning a breathy barely audible 'yes' reply.

His fingers slipped past the band of your panties, fingers grazing down your slit coating themselves in your sticky arousal. Peters jaw dropped in slight awe at the amount of arousal you managed to produce, for him. His lips connected again with yours, softly and more intimate than the last time. His middle and ring finger pressed gently on your clit, sending a slight shock straight up your spine, you shivered into the kiss, moaning as he begin his movements in tiny circles.

Your breathing picking up as his fingers began rubbing your bundle of nerves faster and faster, causing slight breathlessness as you tried to continue kissing him. Your mouth propped open, letting out soft moans as your felt a familiar heat bubbling in your stomach. You hand traced down his arm, fingers resting lightly on his wrist as his fingers worked their delicate magic on your bundle of nerves.

"Does that feel good?" Peter asked softly and you nodded quickly.

"It's so good." You moaned, eyes shut, chasing after that quick high as he brought you closer. "gonna cum soon, please don't stop." His mouth watered at the desperation and lust in your voice. You hands wrapped around his wrist tightening as he speed up his fingers, feeling your legs try to closer around him while he kept them open. Your moans increasing in volume, which he tried to hush by pressing your lips together. This action only made you more feral, head falling back as your back began to arch off the bed. He fingers pressing harder down on your clit as he listen to your name roll off his tongue, completely mesmerized by the moment before he snapped back to reality.

"Shhh" he continued, pressing a kiss to your exposed neck. "Thin walls, baby." You caught your lip in between your teeth in attempts to muffle the noises. "Good girl." His breath on your skin sent you into a spiral of euphoric waves coursing through your body. Breaths heavy, and chest heaving up and down with a light break of sweat on the surface of your skin. "You sound so pretty right now." He moaned, pressing his lips to your jawline.

"Shhiittt." You hummed out, trying to make yourself seem like less of a mess than you were.

Peter stole his fingers away from you, causing you to pout before he stuck them in his mouth. Sucking off all of your juices with a moan. Your sweet taste dancing on his tongue, causing him to crave more than just a tiny taste of you.

"God, you taste so good." He moaned, pressing his hard on right into you still covered crotch. Your hands traveled down his body to the band of his pajamas pants. He stopped you just as fast as you begun, earning a look of confusion. "I uhm, As much as I would love that, I really want to feel you." He mentioned softly and part of you melted inside, you felt like orgasming all over again just from his presence.

"Are you sure? We can always-"

"I'm not going to last very long if we do that." He read your mind and you smiled. You nodded with completely understanding, pulling your head to press a kiss to his lips. He smiled down at you, and you're understanding gesture, still a bit in shock as to how he got here. "You have no idea what you do to me, do you?" He groaned, hands reaching into his own pants, pulling his hard on right out of its confinements.

"I could say the same, Parker." You sighed, feeling the movements as he pumped himself above you, preparing himself and hoping he would cum the second he pushed himself into you.

As you felt his tip pressing at your entrance you let out a shaky breath. The pressure and thickness of his tip making you pray to the higher powers that he'd be able to fit. Slowly and agonizingly he began sliding into you. The slickness from your arousal allowing him to go in smoothly. You're mouth falling open, as you let out a shaky moan. His length filling you to the absolute brim, not stopping until your hips were touching once again.

His eyes squeezed shut, trying to conduct himself from pounding straight into you as he felt your walls taking him in so tightly. Heavy breaths and strong personal will, and the need to fulfill this perfect moment keeping him at bay.

"Fuck your so big." You whined softly.

"You feel so good." He groaned, slowly rocking his body into yours earning a little squeak. "Is this okay?" He asked, carefully making sure you're fully adjusted.

"Fuck yes" you moaned, "can you go faster please?" Your voice so warm and sexy drive he couldn't help but fulfill every request. His hips pulled back, before moving straight back in at a quicker pace. He was holding himself up by his arms, gripping the sheet as he tried controlling himself from digging his nails straight into you. "Harder." You cried out and he obliged. You're head turned to the side, eye watering as the pleasure began to building in your stomach. You saw his hands clenching the fabrics under the two of you. Moonlight illuminating the veins popping out of his arms, sending chills straight to your core. You wanted him, all of him, you didn't want him holding back. "I can take it." You spoke, hand grazing his, as you looked back to his. Dazed and confused he looked down at you. Soft glow from the moonlight making it impossible to keep himself together.

"Can't hurt you." He mumbled, quick, and out of breath.

"Please fuck me harder, Peter." Your whined, pushing your hips back against his. "want it hard." You mumbled, and he snapped. His hips pulling out further than they hard been, before hitting against your body as he pushed all the way back in. You screamed at the pleasure, arms wrapping around him, as he began his brutal assault, loud moans and cursing leaving your lips.

He bent himself down on his elbows, setting a harder pace. One of his hands flew over to clasp your mouth, muffling the loud noises echoing through the walls.

After you body gave a shaking release, Peter followed suit. Body shivering as he shot his white hot strings of cum into your core. Your walls still squeezing him, just a bit tighter than before. He suddenly get light, relaxed, and even a bit happy. Chemicals of joy surfing through his mind waves, as he removed his hand from your lips, listening to your soft whimpers and high pitched whines.

"Fuck." You let out a breath as Peter slowly pulled out of your hot cunt, collapsing next to you on the mattress. Sweat layered on both of you bodies, now soaking up in the fabrics below.

"That was incredible." Peter huffed, letting out a steady stream of air through his lips. You rolled your body over, head resting on his chest as you laid on your side, hand going up to tap your fingers against his bare sweaty chest. You could practically hear his heartbeat, feeing the tiny thumps against your ear.

"I would make a joke about taking me to dinner, but I don't have the energy." You hummed, eyes fluttering open and closed, trying to stay alert. Peter chuckled, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

"We should get you to the bathroom, before you fall asleep right?" He double checked and you answered with an 'mhm' "am I going to have to carry you?" He meant as more of a threat. You hated being carried, seeing as anytime he tried carrying you, you ended being swung through the bare streets of New York. It made you sick nearly every time, and he would always make fun of you about it. Instead of shaking your head profusely and threatening to cutting out an organ of his, you just hummed another 'mhm'.

"Take a bath with me?" You spoke softly.

"Only because you asked so kindly" he teased, kissing your head once more before attempting to sit up.

"Aht aht ah" you stop him, keeping his back against the bed, locking your legs together so he couldn't get up. "nap first, then bath, promise." You hummed, allowing your eyes to finally shut.

Peter just smiled as he felt your fingers tapping on his chest ceasing their slow movements. Indicating you had already fallen victim to the sandman. He didn't bother trying to wake you again.

He just accepted his new role as personal pillow and went with it.

#wattpad #peter parker smut #peter parker #marvel smut #mcu imagine #peter parker x y/n #mcu!peter parker #post nwh #wrap it up #and they were roommates

[bitchystxrk3000]

Sweet Caroline

A/N- This is my first imagine so please be patient, I am trying my best but I've only ever written full stories or Incorrect Quotes. But there is a first for everything, right?

Fem!OC x Avengers(Platonic)

Fem!OC x TwinBrother!PeterParker

All the Avengers excluding Celia and Peter Parker were in the lounge area, talking when suddenly music started blaring from the floor above them. Tony knew what was going on and leaned back in his chair with a hand over his face and a roll of his eyes. Noticing this, Stephen Strange, cocked an eyebrow curiously over at the Genuis, Billionaire, Playboy, who simply huffed before answering. "I tried sending Celia and Peter to bed." He spoke, answering vaguely much to the Teams annoyance. As the music continued to blare, muffled voices can be heard in the room directly above them, which happened to be the Twins room. Tony tried giving them separate rooms but the twins always ended up in the same room. After interrogating them, Tony came upon the answer of which they've shared a room since they moved in with their Aunt and Uncle, and of which after having their Uncle shot right in front of their faces, they find comfort in each other to make the nightmares go away. Tony understood completely where they were coming from and ended up combining two of the rooms to make one big one by knocking down the wall in between the once separate rooms.

Upon further listening, the team realized that the song playing was Sweet Caroline from Neil Diamond and of course, their curiosity gets the best of them. One by one, the team went to the floor above them to listen better. Once everyone, including Tony, was upstairs, listening at the end of the hallway, by the elevator, they do admit, that it was worth coming upstairs. As soon as Tony, the last person to come upstairs, set foot on the floor, all they heard was Celia and Peter singing, "Sweet Caroline! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Steve was absolutely and utterly horrified at the young kids language, while Nat, Loki, and Bucky were smirking. Tony just huffed in annoyance, mouthing "Every. Night." Sam and Wanda were smiling trying to bite back their laughter. Stephen Strange and Thor's eyes were sparkling in amusement, with a slight lift of the corners of their mouths. Bruce and Clint were gaping in pure shock at never hearing such foul language from the two babies of the team, Pietro was silently howling in laughter and Vision was off to the side wondering what the hell was going on.

Upon coming back to the lounge, all they heard was a sound of glass shattering. Suddenly, FRIDAY spoke up. "Miss and Mr. Parker wish to apologize for breaking a lamp in their room. They promise to at least try and be careful next time." FRIDAY had said. "But they can't promise it won't happen again." FRIDAY had quickly added. The Avengers apart from Tony laughed at Tony's disgruntled expression. "Their lucky I love them." Tony muttered with a sigh before plopping back down on his armchair. The rest of the team shared a laugh before going back to their original seats just like Tony had done, while upstairs, Peter and Celia were in their assigned beds, letting each others sound of breathing and heart thumping inside the others chest, lull them to sleep, knowing that their other half and best friend were safe.

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[nolongermint]

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[twistedwonderlandsimps]

hi :D umm i saw that ur requests are open (?) abd this is my first time requesting without being a anon OEOSAOFAOF but since im on my marvel phase atm i would love a spiderman!yuu/peterparker!yuu :0 specifically the tom holland peter parker because hes dorky and all OEOEOOEOE i love ur writing btw <333

Henlo there, friend!

Yes I know it’s been a long time and this has marinated for a very, very long time but would it surprise you if I told you that I know nothing of Spiderman? I may have once upon a time with the 2002 film but that’s, like, been so long and I have no memories of it aside from radioactive spider bite man, man becomes spider, and uncle Ben or whatever his name was dies.

As for the recent Spiderman movies (not even just Spiderman movies, just about any movies, in fact)… myeah… assume I live under a rock and know nothing of what’s happening in the world and you’d probably be right. As I said before, I am uncultured, boomer-ish, and old-ish and that's fine with me. 

Anyway, if anyone’s interested in writing this, I want to see it too tho, ehehe!

Also, thank you very much! :D I’m happy you like my writings, hehehe.

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[psychedelic-ink]

Hi everyone! This will be our first ever server collab and right about now you might be wondering what is Mailcarrier May???? Let me ask you this, wouldn't you love it if Peter Parker delivered your mail? or Draco Malfoy brought you your amazon delivery? Well, we think so too and hence we decided to write our favorite characters in a postman au!! 📪

If you wish to join the event and server let either @psychedelic-ink @leydileyla or @scandalous-chaos know :)

masterlist and schedule of fics and how to join under the cut!!

RULES FOR WRITERS WHO WISH TO JOIN

1) After noticing the lack of mail carrier (gender neutral term for postman) content we decided on making our first ever collab centered around postman AU’s!

2) You may write for any genre you want, the plot of the fic is also completely up to you. The only rule is that either reader or character must be a mail carrier!

3) character x reader or character x character both are allowed but characters must belong to either MCU/DC or the Harry Potter fandom!

4) All fics will be posted starring on the 16th of May!

5) Each character can be picked twice!

SCHEDULE:

MONDAY MAY 16TH

•  let me follow by @psychedelic-ink | steven grant x gn!reader - fluff

• kisses under a sky full of stars by @thesecretwriter | bucky barnes x fem!reader - fluff 

TUESDAY MAY 17TH

•  @ddejavvu - james potter

• five times draco delivered mail and the one time he didn't by  @leydileyla | draco x hermione

WEDNESDAY MAY 18TH

•  everybody falls in love somehow by @tetsukentona | steve rogers x fem!reader - angst

•  a sort of addiction by @saintlike78 | tasm!peterparker x fem!reader - smut

THURSDAY MAY 19TH

•  norse gods and magazines by @scandalous-chaos- loki x fem!reader - fluff

•  to the girl I love by @softtdaisy- tasm!peter x reader

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[fcknstar]

,, the one you need "

- harryosborn x reader x peterparker

a.n : ngl, im slightly proud of this. i truly didnt wanna drag this cause ik, it can be borinngggg but yea.

warnings : none

**lowercase intended**

it wasnt easy for harry to openly admit his love for you knowing that his best friend felt the same for you. harry was the one who knew you first and introduced peter to you thinking it was harmless. so when he found out that you both started meeting up and went on dates broke him terribly. he didnt know who to turn to, didnt know who to talk to about his little crush he had on  you. harry couldn't even face his best friend when hes talking about the dates he went with you. 

so when you found out that peter was back with gwen after all the dates, you were heartbroken. well, saying that you were heartbroken is an understatement. just when you thought you might be able to have your little romeo and juliet moment, it gets crushed into pieces. i mean, you tried your hardest to be happy for peter. but you just couldn't because when looking back, you realized you were just a rebound for peter. he probably didnt even like you. but you were wrong, peter liked you. 'liked' because peter had feelings for you and gwen, but gwen won his heart faster. you liked peter. he was sweet, caring. you couldn't name a flaw in him even if you tried your hardest to. 

harry was there for you when you needed someones shoulder to cry on. it made harry feel sick knowing that his best friend basically used you and wasted your time, knowing that you could probably spend it with him. 

" yea but it hurts you know.. i wish i wasnt that foolish, god.. " you mumbled, taking a sip of the tea that harry made you. 

" well, you didnt know so i wouldn't blame you. you shouldn't take this so hard okay? there are way better people in this world than peter and you know that.. " harry looked at you. he wished you knew exactly what he meant. 

" there are people in this world that would treat you better, treat you better than he can. just give it some time alright? " you nodded when his words were processed. harry was right. he always is. 

" thank you harry.. really. i dont think i could even leave my bed if it wasnt for you.. " you chuckled. it was about time that you moved on. maybe it wasnt your time to find a lover. you knew itd be hard to find the one that truly loves you. you find it hard to truly find someone, seeing that your parents relationship isnt even steady, you were scared that itd happen to you someday. harry wanted you to look at him the way you looked at peter. big dreamy, doe eyes that lights up whenever he walks into the room. 

opening his arms softly towards you, harry offered you a hug. its a tradition for both of you to share hugs because it comforts you both. smiling softly, you embraced harry. you felt harry rub your back comfortingly, tightening the hug as a 'thank you'. 

you knew exactly what harry meant by " there are better people in this world that would treat you better " you were just too scared that such history would repeat itself. but what if its worth it? what if hes the one you need?

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[julietashton]

it’s hard to be anywhere these days (when all i want is you) - one

Summary — There was no such thing as safety, and no one could protect anyone. And yet, Peter was willing to try—it was the point of the whole thing.

Content — tomholland!peterparker, mcu!peterparker, ofc (original female character), irondad

Note — This is a a re-telling of some of the events in Endgame and SMFFH with an original female character that is also Tony Stark’s daughter.

one. 

Peter shouldn’t have come.

Every rational part of him had warned him against it and yet, no matter how many years had passed or how many people had been hurt, he still hadn’t learnt his lesson.

He was stupid. He was soft. He was weak.

But how could he have said no to Tony’s invitation? He had finally gained mobility again and his new arm was functioning as well as could be expected. It was the closest to normal he had been for two years, and he wasn’t going to cast a shadow on that happiness—not this time, anyway.

Pepper was the one to open the door, and she was evidently surprised to see him. He knew that, despite the average farm look, the house was probably better secured than the Pentagon and was harder to break in than any intelligence building in the world. He still had access to it, but he hadn’t wanted to use that privilege.

He didn’t think he deserved it.

“Peter?” the woman gasped.

“Hello, Miss Potts,” he replied quietly.

She embraced him in a motherly hug, and he had to gulp down the urge of crying.

***

It was even harder to keep up the façade with Tony, especially when he didn’t hide his tears at the sight of Peter. Seeing him after so long, living up to the legacy of being Iron Man now more than ever with his armour as part of him, made everything more real.

And yet, no matter how much time had passed, Peter would always see him as the father figure he’d desperately always needed and wanted. It was almost an instinct to let his guard down around him, because Peter still felt like the man could protect him. He felt safe with Tony.

Which was ridiculous. There was no such thing as safety, and no one could protect anyone.

(And yet, Peter was willing to try—it was the point of the whole thing.)

***

Peter knew she had arrived before FRIDAY announced her. It seemed that the body and senses didn’t differ much from the mind—they still remembered everything; from the rhythm of her footsteps, to the beating of her heart, to her sweet scent of cinnamon and vanilla.

It hit him harder than he thought it would, no matter how much he’d prepared himself for it.

The sight of her was worse.

Physically, she hadn’t changed at all and, in a way, that hurt him more. It was trickier to keep himself on his toes if she looked the same, because it was easy to imagine no time had passed, that all the suffering hadn’t happened, and that he still had a chance.

“Peter?” Sophia gasped when she noticed him, blinking several times as if she thought her eyes were deceiving her.

He couldn’t blame her, no matter how angry he wanted to be at the way her voice and accent still managed to send his heart racing. When their eyes met halfway, he realised how foolish he’d been, and how he’d overestimated himself.

Had he really thought he could be in the same room as her without feeling anything?

Idiot.

It took everything in him not to fall to his knees, rip his heart out and offer it to her in his bloody hands.

When Sophia approached him slowly, almost as if she was afraid he would vanish into thin air, Peter felt like he was dying. He really couldn’t predict what her reaction would be, and not for the first time, the idea of her screaming at him to leave and never set foot near her or her father again crossed his mind.

His nightmares began a lot like this.

But she didn’t do such a thing. Surprising him the way she had always done, Sophia smiled softly and reached out to place a hand on his shoulder, to squeeze it affectionately.

Peter could have burst into flames.

“I’m so glad to see you, Peter,” she whispered. “Welcome home.”

***

There was a ring on her finger; sparkly, with a diamond the size of a golf ball. And Peter heard it perfectly when Pepper asked Sophia about some Brad, even if they had been in another room.

He had been expecting something like that. Not the engagement, certainly, but he had expected her to be in a relationship.

He hadn’t expected it to feel like that.

Peter had never given his future a lot of thought. He had always known he’d wanted to go to MIT and work in science, but he had never thought that much ahead in other aspects of his life. Perhaps it came from his experiences, and the fact that his parents had been very young when they had died so, unconsciously, he had never seen the point of planning his life. What was the point of thinking that far ahead when everything was so unpredictable?

But it had been around a year ago when he’d been stopping a mug near a small chapel, and a couple of newly weds had come out looking radiantly happy. Peter usually didn’t pay attention to that, but, at first glance, the woman had reminded him physically of Sophia.

That same night, flashes of her in white assaulted his dreams, unlocking a desire he didn’t even know he’d had until then.

“Hey.”

Peter turned to look at Sophia, even if he had felt her coming. She was carrying a small plate with cake and a glass of white wine.

“Hey,” he replied, forcing himself not to stare for too long.

It was hard, too hard, because he hadn’t seen her in a year and she was lovely and he had missed her so much it was almost a physical ache.

“I brought you cake,” she told him, extending the plate to him.

“Thank you,” he replied quietly. “And wine?”

“Oh, no, the wine’s mine,” she grinned.

His heart skipped a bit. That cheeky grin had always been his undoing. He had to look away and distract himself with trying the cake, even if his stomach was a ball of nerves.

A silence fell upon them, and there was genuinely no sound around. The farm was isolated in a way that was both peaceful and nerve-wracking. Peter didn’t think he could take it and he couldn’t understand how Tony did.

“Very different from the penthouse in Manhattan, huh?” Sophia said knowingly, somehow reading his thoughts.

It didn’t surprise him. She’d always been able to do that.

“Very,” he admitted. “Do you visit often?”

Sophia nodded. “As much as I can, but it’s really not my scenery.”

Peter’s lips curved up without realising it. “No, it isn’t.”

“Dad’s getting tired of it too,” she commented, taking a sip of her wine. “So I think it’s only a matter of time he decides to move back to New York—or maybe somewhere in the middle, like LA.”

“LA?” Peter repeated, unable to hide his surprise. “I thought he never wanted to go back to LA after what happened with the Mandarin.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be the same location,” Sophia shrugged. “But New York’s too crowded. He’s always had more privacy in LA without sacrificing civilization like he’s done here.”

“Right,” he gulped down, trying not to show how the news was crushing him.

He didn’t like the idea of Tony going to live in LA—it was too far from New York. He already had a hard time with their current distance and it was only an hour away, even if he didn’t visit the farm much. It was the notion of it.

Sophia’s eyes were on him, clearly studying his reaction, but she didn’t say anything.

“He misses you, you know,” she told him after a while. “He would go back to New York right now if he knew you’d visit him there.”

He had to put down the cake. He felt like throwing up.

“It’s been—it’s been busy,” he said.

Sophia arched an eyebrow, evidently knowing that was bullshit because, no matter how busy the city could get, Peter would always make time to be with Tony before.

She opted not to address it directly; instead, she went for another kill:

“How’s May?” she asked. “Has she remembered you?”

Peter stiffened. “No.”

“She remembers Pepper and Happy,” she pointed out without mercy. “But I guess that’s because they actually go and visit her.”

She wasn’t intimidated by the glare she got from him. If anything, she grew bolder, because she crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows at him, daring him to contradict her.

The worst part was that he couldn’t, but he had never expected her to understand what he was doing.

“I think I should go,” he gritted out, without looking at her.

Sophia scoffed. “Should I give you my wedding invitation now? I wasn’t planning on handing them out until a few months but who knows when I’ll see you next?”

Peter winced. “Congratulations, by the way.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Will you even go?”

“Go where?”

“To my wedding.”

He stared at her. “Am I really invited?”

“Of course you are!” Sophia exclaimed angrily. “You might be capable of ignoring everyone who’s ever cared about you, but I’m not!”

“I don’t ignore them,” Peter snapped, unable to keep up the façade. “That’s not what I do. I will always be there for everyone if they need me.”

“Oh, really? Then where have you been these past two years?”

“I’ve been protecting you!”

“Protecting us?” she laughed bitterly. “Is that what you call staying away from everyone you love?”

“YES!” Peter exploded, glowering at her. “Yes, that’s exactly what I call it!”

Sophia shook her head. “That’s bullshit, Peter, and you know it.”

“I don’t expect you to understand it, Sophia,” he bit back. “But it’s the right thing to do.”

“The right thing to do? Is that what you tell yourself to quiet down the guilt?” she snorted. “Does it ever work?”

Peter scowled. “It works when I look at you and see you all safe.”

“And you think we’re safe because you’re staying away from us?” Sophia laughed incredulously. “I can’t believe someone as smart as you believes something so stupid.”

He reacted as if she’d punched him, but she didn’t cower. Sophia took two steps until she was on his face and gave him her worst scowl.

“We’re safe because we take care of ourselves. We’re safe because we take care of each other,” she hissed. “Not because Spider-Man’s enemies don’t consider us a target… get that stupid idea out of your head before you end up alone!”

“I’d rather end up alone than attend your funeral, Sophia!”

“I am Iron Man’s daughter!” she shrieked, shoving him angrily, even if it was useless; he didn’t move an inch. “I was a target before that spider even bit you!”

“And I won’t make you an even bigger one!”

Sophia rolled her eyes. “This isn’t even about me, Peter. I gave up on you a long time ago.”

That struck him harder than anything she’d ever said, and even breathing became a painful thing to do. He stilled and stared at her, his blood and bones becoming ice cold.

“I’m telling you this because you’re hurting people—my father, your aunt, Ned. When are you going to stop pushing them away?”

“My aunt almost died!” he cried out. “She almost died because of me!”

“It was an accident, Peter!”

“An accident I should have been able to stop!”

Sophia shook her head, and the disappointment was so palpable that it cut him open.

“It’s evident you’re determined to crucify yourself. I can’t help you if you won’t help yourself.”

She didn’t even look at him again before she went back inside the farm house, leaving Peter alone and in the cold.

*

two.

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