#spidermanimagine

[wordsarelife]

DAY 8: UNDERNEATH THE TREE

pairing: tasm!peter parker x gn!reader

summary: you and peter both struggle to find the perfect gift and end up proving why you belong together

warnings: reader is risking her health and safety

notes: this is a bit ridiculous, but it's christmas time, so whatever huh?

"what about a cd?" gwen pointed at the stand to your right. the shop was filled with multiple things you could gift someone, just not peter. you wanted your gift to be meaningful and you just couldn't get it right.

"no" you shook your head "he probably owns every cd in the world already"

"what about a sweater?" gwen asked. you knew she wouldn't just give up like that. she had made it her mission to get the perfect gift for you. she thought if she would just name various things she knew peter liked, it would make eventually click.

you shook your head once again and gwen sighed. "you know he isn't the president, right?" she raised her brows at you "he will certainly like anything you get for him"

"i know" you said "but i don't just want him to like it, i want to make him speechless at how perfect it is"

"i don't think such a gift exists" gwen noted "why don't you just draw something or make your own mixtape?" she suggested

"peter is far better at drawing than i am" you shrugged "and i cannot deal with computers, you know that"

"okay" gwen nodded "then think about something that connects the both of you. perhaps something only you guys even know about?"

"ugh" you threw your head back, trying to think of anything "there is nothing, my mind is literally just blank"

"okay" gwen took you by your arm and walked you out of the shop "we're not getting anywhere with this"

"where are we going?"

"central park" she answered simply "where you guys met, maybe that'll help you"

"sure" you shrugged your shoulder "might be worth a try"

the way was shorter than you had anticipated and a few minutes later you were standing at the exact spot you and peter had run into each other.

"and..?" gwen wondered

"give me a minute" you turned around yourself, looking at everything like you had done that day.

there were memories quickly flashing through your mind, a boy with a skateboard, a book flying in the air, a wheel falling off a board.

"the wheels" you exclaimed suddenly

"huh" gwen looked up from her fingernails with raised brows "the what?"

"the wheels" you repeated even more excited "when peter and i ran into each other, meaning literally ran into each other, one of the wheels of his skateboard losened and fell off. we didn't find it, so i bought him a new one"

"so what's the plan?" gwen asked crossing her arms, looking at you suspiciously after she saw your face light up. "no" she shook her head

"come on!" you pleaded "that would be the most romantic gift ever!"

"you really think that wheel would still be here a year later?"

"maybe" you shrugged in a sing song. "where's the romantic in you, gwen?"

"i am romantic" gwen exclaimed offended "just not hopeless, like you are"

"you go look there, i'll search here" you directed and gwen gave in with an eye roll.

it took you about three hours to give up. there wasn't anything close to a wheel laying around in that park.

"what did i tell you?" gwen asked when you guys had sat down on a bench "it's gone"

"well" you pushed your hair out of your face "there is still one place we haven't checked" your eyes darted to the little pond next to you

"no, y/n" gwen said "it's december!"

you took off your scarf and mittens, putting them down on the bench "it's romance!" you argued.

gwen watched in horror as you got out of your jacket. "no, this is madness! you're going to freeze to death"

"i don't care" you got rid of your sweater too. the last piece of clothing you were willing to remove in public. "your apartment isn't too far from here, i'll be fine"

"y/n" gwen shook her head once again "please don't make me tell peter that you died"

"i won't" you assured, before you slowly walked into the water. "ooh!" you bellowed "yeah, this is cold"

"i told you!"

"too late now, anyway" you muttered and with one last look in gwen's direction, you quickly immersed into the water, diving through it and searching for a hint of the lost wheel. you had almost shrieked from happiness, when you really did make it out, right beneath you.

you jumped up from the surface, the treasure right in your hand "i got it!" you called and gwen looked up in surprise as you climbed out of the water.

the adrenaline rush was gone as quickly as it had come and you were shivering. "it's so cold" you stuttered.

gwen quickly pulled the jacket over your shaking form, while she was holding her phone to her ear. "she is shaking, so much. i don't know what to do" she spoked into it.

"who are you talking to?" you asked, while you felt like icicles were growing on your whole body

gwen didn't answer you. she just watched you worriedly, while she gently made you sit on the bench. then she took off her jacket and put it over yours.

"what are you doing?" you once again went unanswered.

"when are you going to be here?" gwen asked into the phone.

"now" a voice behind you said, which prompted both you and gwen to turn around.

"peter" you exclaimed in surprise.

"y/n" peter was by your side in a second "what were you thinking?" he seemed to be more asumed than angry, which was a relief to you.

"i wanted to surprise you"

"well, you did just that" he pointed to his backpack "i brought fresh clothes and the suit, come on" he took your hand. "are you getting home?" he asked gwen, who nodded and waved you both goodbye.

peter walked you to a toilet nearby so you could change, when you came out, spiderman was already waiting for you. he swung you both through new york, until you arrived at his place.

after you had showered and changed into your pyjamas, peter was ready for you to explain what had been going on earlier.

"i'm sorry you had to come and get me" you apologized "i was stupid"

"it's no problem" peter assured "by why the hell did you decide to go swimming at the end of december?"

"because of you" you smiled. you could almost see the question marks popping up beside peter's head, so you opened your bag, taking out the wheel and holding it in his direction.

"a skateboard wheel?"

"the skateboard wheel you lost when we ran into each other"

"it was still there?"

"yup" you smiled "just at the bottom of the pond"

"you're an idiot" peter shook his head "you risked your own health to get me this?"

"of course" you shrugged "you would've done the same for me"

peter smiled and got up from the bed. the next second he was holding a book in your direction.

"the book-"

"- i ruined when we met, yeah" peter nodded "it's even signed, i got it off ebay"

you laughed "this is so much better than my stupid idea"

"well" peter said shrugging "i might not have nearly died while getting this, but i'd say your gift is pretty amazing too. thank you, even if you are an idiot"

you laughed "luckily you came and saved me"

"i'd always save you"

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[webofstories]

Dog Sitting - T.H. *Smut*

Summary: Tom has had a crush on his dog sitter and good friend Y/N for a year. When Tom comes to pick up Tessa after a family vacation, a small injury makes one thing lead to another.

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Note: Which of Tom's characters do you want to read about next?

Peter, Tom himself, or Arvin Russell?

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Warnings: smut, oral recieving (fem), use of language, touching, dirty talk

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Word count: 4k+ (long story)

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"Are you hungry, Tess? You want some yummy eggs?"

Tessa barked in response, whining in eagerness as she watched you prepare her eggs. You chuckled with a smile and stirred them around, they were almost done. The Holland's fed Tessa eggs as a treat every now and again cause she loves them- but you feed her eggs everyday she spends with you.

The Holland's were coming back from their two week long family trip today. You felt like somehow, Tessa knew, because she was quite giddy this morning.

"Here you go, pretty girl!" You say with a smile as you place her bowl of eggs and kibble on the floor, watching her eat it happily with her tail shaking so hard that her entire backside moved. You always laughed to yourself when you saw that.

It was a sunny day, warm rays of light pouring in through your window left you no reason to turn on your lights. Your dog, Y/D/N, was peacefully laying in the sun underneath the door.

You snapped back into reality at the sound of your phone vibrating on the marble table. Picking it up, you see "Nikki Holland" displayed across the screen. You answered.

"Hey, Nikki!" You greeted happily as you answered your phone.

"Hey, sweetheart!" She says happily too, "How is Tessa?"

"Well she's currently scarfing down her breakfast, how was the trip?" You giggle, looking at Tessa's tail wag.

"Oh, it was just gorgeous. You should really try to go there sometime, the view is breathtaking."

You and Nikki talked for a while, her listening to you talk about how Tessa had been after she tells you more about the trip. It was always nice to hear her voice, she was like a mother to you and you loved being close to the family. They lived just a 15 minute walk down from you, so you were always over at their home and at any party they threw.

"It sounds like you guys had a blast, did the boys enjoy it?"

"Oh, definitely. The twins bickered as usual but Paddy seemed to keep them distracted with his nonsense. Tom kept asking about you and Tessa, though." Nikki giggles a bit, leaning closer to the phone, "You know, dear... I think he fancies you."

"Nikki!" You gasp, making her laugh. You both ended up laughing but your cheeks burned red.

Tom was, without a doubt, the most attractive man you've ever seen. You've known his parents and siblings for years, but you only met Tom a year ago since he was always busier than the rest of his family. You two instantly became close, and you can't deny that you felt something for him beyond friendship.

But, Tom was surrounded by beautiful, stunning women all the time in his field of work. You doubted he'd ever look at you that way, so you ignored it.

"Well, dear, I just called to let you know that I'll be by in a bit to pick up Tessa. Is that okay?"

"Yes, of course!" You replied, "See you in a bit."

You ended the call, everything suddenly becoming quiet and still. Tessa had finished her meal and she was currently laying under the sunshine next to Y/D/N.

Figuring that it may take a while for Nikki to get there, you thought you should start your workout. You had a work out session every morning in the large space of your living room.

Wearing your spandex shorts and sports bra, you started your stretching. The sun felt warm on your skin even through the window, creating a sigh of content to leave your lips. Your body slowly started to loosen up, not as stiff from your night of sleep. Feeling refreshed from your stretch, you start your routine, 30 minutes in and breaking a sweat. Your muscles felt like they were on fire, trying to keep up with the time.

Heartbreak Anniversary by Giveon was playing lowly on the speaker from the kitchen. Just as you were about to start your next set, the doorbell rang.

That confused you at first seeing as Nikki would always come right on in, she was basically your second mother so it didn't bother you. Shrugging it off, you grabbed your small towel off the couch and started patting your sweat away while walking towards the door.

You grab the knob and twist, swinging the door open. Your heart drops as you see that it wasn't Nikki infront of you, but someone you'd rather not see you in so little clothing.

"Hey, Y/N!" Tom greeted happily, the lightest of blushes crawling across his cheeks as he avoids looking you up and down.

"Oh, hey, Tom!" You say, trying to act like he didn't make you nervous, "Come on in."

Stepping aside to let him inside, you felt goosebumps threaten to spread across your skin as Tom whisks by you, nearly bumping your arm. Closing the door, you turned to look at him, already seeing him on the floor with Tessa.

"Tessa!" Tom says excitedly, showering her with love and kisses. Tessa was beyond happy to see Tom as she showered him with the same amount of love.

After they finished their moment, Tessa saw your dog wake up from it's nap and ran to go play with them. Tom laughed, turning to you.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your workout," Tom says as he looks at your mat on the floor and small weights, "My mum got busy and asked if I could come to get Tess instead."

"That's alright, doesn't bother me." You smile at him, looking at his adorable chocolate locks that fell into a cute mess ontop of his head.

"Well, while you're here, would you like some tea?" You ask with a smile, trying your best not to make a fool of yourself. You knew you stood no chance of getting with Tom, but that wouldn't stop you from being polite.

"That would be lovely." Tom smiles back, following you to your kitchen. He felt horrible about it, but he couldn't help but to stare at your ass as you walked. In your spandex shorts, it left little to imagination, and he's never seen you in anything so revealing.

He stopped staring as you turned around, nervous. You watched him take a seat at your table. You could feel his eyes on you as you prepared to make the tea, but you weren't complaining.

Tom couldn't seem to stop looking at you. To him, you looked gorgeous all the time, but right now, you looked ravishing. He would tell you that, but even he couldn't deny how much of a wuss he was. This crush he's had on you has kept him up sometimes, but for a year, he kept it to himself. He knew that his mother knew that he fancied you, though, which is why she made up an excuse to have Tom come to get Tessa instead. Tom knew it was rubbish, but he jumped at the chance.

"I hope Tess behaved." He spoke, causing you to almost jump. You smiled, ignoring that he startled you.

"She was an angel, as always. I can tell she missed you though."

"I missed her too. Not the same sleeping without her."

"Did you have a good time?" You asked, your back turned to Tom.

"I guess so. It was kind of boring." Tom spoke honestly, shrugging as he watched you move.

"How come?" You asked.

"It was the same as any place. I couldn't really just have time with my family because anywhere we went, fans were there too. I love my fans and am beyond grateful for them, but I really just wanted some time with my family." Tom spoke honestly, guilt panging his heart as he spoke. His words made you sad knowing he didn't have a good time like the rest of his family did.

"Nikki told me about the girl that was all over you," you laughed even though you hated the thought, "I'm sure your girlfriend hated that."

"I don't have a girlfriend, love." Tom spoke shyly, giving you a feeling of relief.

You had brought it up in hopes of him denying he had a girlfriend. You wanted Tom to be happy of course, but when Nikki told you about the girl that was all over him on their vacation, you couldn't help but to feel jealous.

The room fell quiet. You didn't know what to say and Tom didn't either. If only you both knew how badly you wanted to tell each other the truth, but fear stopped you. You didn't want to make things awkward and Tom didn't want to lose you.

A painful stinging sensation brought you out of your thoughts, making you grab your wrist and let out a cry of pain.

Tom perked up instantly, rushing over to you. He had deep concern in his eyes as he gently had your arms in his hands. His touch sent sparks through your skin and it distracted you from your pain for a second.

"Are you okay?" He asks, guiding you over to the sink with a voice of genuine concern. He was so close, you were sure he could feel your heart beating out of your chest.

"Uh- yea," you choked, "It's just a burn."

"This is a pretty rough burn, darling." Tom chuckled lightly. Your heart soared.

You told Tom where your first aid kit was and he ran to get it, leaving you in the kitchen. You hoisted yourself up onto your kitchen counter by the sink, letting the cold water run along your burn. Tom ran back over to you holding the kit, popping it open as he sat it down next to your thighs. He nearly choked as he saw how high your spandex shorts had ridden up your legs, swallowing the lump in his throat.

He pushed that to the back of his mind and tended to your burn, but it was so hard to ignore how good you looked. Your breasts were displayed perfectly infront of him, all he had to do was look down to see them curve perfectly, your skin looking as soft as ever. His hands were itching to touch you, especially everytime he glanced at your thighs. He kept imagining your legs wrapped around him as his lips explored your neck, the thoughts got the best of him. He was trying his hardest to be respectful and not look, but there was no denying the growing bulge in his pants.

After he wrapped up your wound, Tom rested his hand on your knee. The simple gesture sent tingles all over your body and straight to your core, making you let out a shaky breath. Tom didn't seem to notice seeing as he was examining your wrist to make sure he tended to it properly, but his eyes looked distant. You took your lip in between your teeth, feeling Tom's hand squeezing your knee. He didn't seem to notice, his actions being completely subconscious.

"It should be okay," Tom suddenly spoke, taking you out of your trance, "Just keep putting that ointment on it."

"O-Okay." You mumble, not taking your eyes off his hand on your knee. Tom noticed this and his eyes widened, immediately going to remove his hand.

"Oh, shit-" he cursed, "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I didn't realize-"

Before you could think about it, you stopped him from moving his hand, stopping his voice in it's tracks. He looked from your hand over his to you, seeing a gleam in your eye that he's never seen before.

This wasn't like you at all. Sure, you've had sex before, but you've never craved it from someone like you craved Tom right now.

Tom didn't want to push himself on you, but the sexual tension in the room could be cut with a knife. His bulge was only growing and his hand on your knee was only making it worse. Looking you in the eye, Tom stood there as you slowly slid his hand higher up your thigh, eyes widening.

Tom got the memo and started moving his hand on his own. Your spread your legs, watching as he quickly stood between them, placing a hand on both of your thighs. Tingles shot straight to your core.

He was close- incredibly close. Your bodies almost touching, lips barely an inch apart. You could smell his minty breath, staring deeply into his eyes. His big hands gave your thighs a strong squeeze, making you gasp.

"Please tell me I can kiss you." Tom said pleadingly, not knowing how much longer he could last not feeling your lips on his. Your heart exploded, not able to speak, you nodded.

Tom smashed his lips to yours, squeezing your thighs as he grunted against your lips. You kissed him back eagerly, resting your elbows on his shoulders as you raked your fingers through his chocolate brown locks. Tom brought a hand behind you and pushed your body even closer into his, feeling your breasts pressed against the thin clothe of his white t-shirt, driving him absolutely wild. Due to your low counters, your core was pressed against his raging hard on, making your panties a flood zone.

The kiss only got more heated, Tom's hands holding onto your hips as his fingers skim along the waistband on your shorts. Your hands found their way under his shirt, tracing each if his abs as he groaned against your lips. Your touch egnited him.

You pushed Tom off of you for only a moment, grabbing the hem of his shirt and skimming it off his toned body. You didn't even take time to admire him- your lips went straight to his neck.

"Darling," Tom said breathlessly, holding your hips tightly as you suck on his sweet spot, "Stop if you don't want this. I'm having a hard time keeping from taking you right here on this counter."

His words went straight to your core, heating up your body. You were out of breath, pulling away from him to look him in the eye.

"I've wanted you for a while, Tom." You spoke truthfully, letting your eyes hold all your emotion as you looked into his chocolate dipped orbs, "YOU tell ME if you don't want this. Be honest with me, don't give me false hope that you want me for more than just this."

After looking into your eyes for a moment more, Tom pulled you into another kiss, only this kiss was different. This kiss was loving and passionate, the kind of kiss a husband gives his wife every morning and the kind of kiss that you see in movies when the guy gets the girl. Cupping your face in his hands, he pulled away for a breath, resting his forehead on yours as you watch his chest rise and fall aggressively.

"I have been too chicken to tell you that very same thing, love." Tom chuckled, "I'm pretty sure my mum made up some random excuse for me to come here because she knew I fancy you. You keep me up at night sometimes, yet I still couldn't find a way to ask you out."

You wrapped your legs around his waist tightly and bit your lip as you looked into his eyes. He smirked as he felt your hand slip past the waistband of his pants, lips dangerously close to yours.

"Feels a little crowded," you whisper, "Why don't you invite your little friend out to play?"

Tom couldn't help but groan, throwing his head back as your touch went lower and lower. The affect you had on him was severe, and he couldn't take it much longer.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

"Dammit, Y/N." Tom whispered under his breath in frustration as he picks you up. You let out a gasp, tightening your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. His lips caught yours, pushing your bedroom door open with your back before throwing you down on the bed.

You moaned against Tom's soft lips, his fingers pulling at the waistband of your shorts. Knowing they were skin tight, Tom didn't hesitate to nearly rip them off of you, pulling them off your legs in a swift movement. Feeling his roughness made a pool between your legs- you were eager.

It didn't take long before you were both only left in your underwear. Tom's boxers were tight, the lining of his boner being extremely evident. Just the sight nearly sent you over the edge, making you let out a small moan, Tom's lips sucking on your neck as he palmed your breasts.

"Ugh, Tom." You moaned breathlessly, pressing your lower half against his. He grunted against your skin, pushing your body down against the mattress, putting some of his weight on you so you felt every inch of him. It nearly sent goosebumps across your skin, gripping onto his shoulders tightly.

His lips started their journey down your body slowly, despite the eagerness Tom was radiating. You held comforting eye contact as he got lower and lower, your heat throbbing for him. You had no doubt in your mind that your underwear were soaked, and as Tom stared at them, you could see the approving gleam in his eyes matched with a proud smirk.

"Do I do this to you, darling?" He says softly, palming your heat as he waited for an answer. Your words were caught in your throat- unable to think with only a thin cloth seperating Tom's fingers and your core.

"Y-Yes, Tom..." you breathed out, giving him the most pleading look you could muster. Tom smirked at you, loving the affect the simple touch had on you.

"Do you want me to do this..." he whispers, bringing his fingers to hook around the thin cloth, bringing it down your legs, "...darling?"

"Yes!" You says desperately, kicking them off the rest of the way, "Tom, I need you..."

To Tom, your voice was like an angel's choir. You sound so fucked for him- it made his cock throb in his boxers. He nearly groaned- he couldn't believe this was actually happening right now.

Tom spread your bare legs, staring at you intently as he crawled between your legs. You nodded to him, biting your lip as you felt his warm breath fanning against your heat.

Tom's eyes held excitement as he dragged his tongue between your drenched folds. You were sweet, he wanted more. Hearing you bite back moans, Tom pressed the back of your thighs against his shoulders, arms going around your legs so he can grip your hips.

Using your waist, Tom grips it tightly, sure to leave small bruises as he holds you still and presses his face further into you.

This was too much for you to handle and your moans came spilling from between your lips. You were breathing heavy, arching your back as your hands looked for something to hold onto. They found Tom's hair, gripping and tugging it tightly as he flooded all your senses with pleasure.

"Oh, Tom!" You moaned loudly, your voice sending a moan to crawl up Tom's throat as he mopped up your heat, holding you down so you don't squirm.

Latching his lips to your clit, Tom slipped two fingers into your dripping cunt, thrusting and sucking wildly. It was too much for you, so much pleasure and not enough will to handle it.

"T-Tom I'm gonna finish if you don't stop!"

Tom pulled away from your clit, slowly slipping his fingers out of you. You could see your wetness evident on his nose, lips and chin. Wiping it away, he saw your flushed expression, glad he was making you feel so damn good.

"Not yet, love," He whispers lowly, crawling up your body and kissing your lips harshly, "You're gonna cum around my cock."

His stern tone and authority sent shivers down your spine, both of you knowing there is no doubt that he will make you.

Tom stripped his boxers off, noticing you trying your hardest not to look. A bit of shyness struck him, the softest of blushes spreading across his cheeks. Reaching over to your nightstand drawer, you pulled it open, moving stuff around into you grabbed a condom. You tried to give it to Tom, but his blush only deepened, looking like he wanted to say something but wouldn't.

"Tom, I like you a lot, but you are not going raw-" you tell him, but he quickly cuts you off.

"No! Th-That's not it..." he chuckles awkwardly, looking from the condom, to his throbbing cock, to you.

"Oh-" you say, embarrassed as you realized what he meant.

"Do you have any bigger sizes, love?"

You wanted to smack yourself. Your ex wasn't exactly the biggest "wielder".

You rummaged through the drawer and found a condom big enough to fit around Tom.

Ripping it open, you rolled it onto Tom's thick length, hearing him groan into your neck in the process. In seconds, he was positioned between your legs, rubbing his pink tip on your clit as you whimpered against his lips.

"Baby, please don't tease." You whispered, watching his chocolate orbs stare into your pleading ones.

Without breaking his gaze into your beautiful eyes, Tom slowly pushed his throbbing cock inside you. You instantly threw your head back, digging your nails into his broad shoulders as your wetness allowed him to bottom out so easily. Tom didn't realize he was holding his breath until he felt you arching against him.

He felt so good- the way he filled you up could easily get you to finish. Tom couldn't get enough of the way you wrapped around him so well, so wet for him that he was completely inside you in seconds.

"Holy shit, darling." He moaned breathlessly, jaw slightly dropped. Your eyes were tightly shut, biting your bottom lip hard as you felt him pull all the way out only to slam right back into you with a hard grunt.

"Fuck, Tom!" Your moan came out extremely high and loud, making you blush once more. Tom smirked, though... he loved it.

He started a steady rhythm smoothingly, his arms and abs flexing as he fucked you hard. Your nails were digging into his shoulders thoughtlessly, not a second passing where a moan wasn't threatening to leave your lips. As much as Tom wanted you to leave your marks all over him, he was more eager to see you completely vulnerable underneath him. He grabbed both your hands and had them pinned above your head in seconds making you gasp.

"So good for me," he grunted, "Aren't you, good girl?"

His nickname for you made you whimper.

"Oh, you like when I talk dirty while fucking your tight pussy, baby?" All you could do was nod with rosy cheeks, his words completely shocking you. Tom was always so sweet, so innocent...

"I bet you do," he says, out of breath as he ruts into you harshly, making you let out a small cry of pleasure, "You're a dirty girl like that."

His words were helping to send you over the edge. He wouldn't stop- everything falling from his lips being dirtier than the rest.

"You look so pretty, even while I'm fucking you."

"So good for me... taking my cock so well."

"You're so tight princess, guess I should come over more often?"

"I just want to bend you over and fuck the shit out of you."

"Fuck, Tom!" You practically screamed, body tensing as your back arched against him. Your heat throbbed as you felt your climax coursing over you.

With only a few more thrusts, Tom came hard, throwing his head back as he did. The sight was beyond attractive and you wish you could save it in your mind.

Tom pulled out of you carefully, knowing you were sore and sensitive after being fucked that good. He discarded of the well used condom, cleaning up the mess you both made with many tissues from your nightstand so he could hold you close to him. Your body felt weaker and more tired then before, which was well expected. This felt more like a workout then your actual session.

Tom plopped down in your bed with a satisfied sigh, looking over at you with the giddiest smile.

There's the Tom I'm used to, you thought to yourself, his smile beaming.

"I hope I wasn't too rough." Tom says, a comforting softness in his voice that wasn't there before. He wrapped a strong arm around your naked body, pulling you into his bare chest.

"Not rough," you scoffed, smiling, "Just hard."

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, baby." You hummed, "It was perfect."

There was a moment of silence as you both repeated the hard, steamy sex you just had over and over again in your minds. There was something about it that made it to where neither of you could wipe even the smallest of smiles off your faces.

"Y/N?" Tom spoke up softly, leaning his lips into your neck.

"Hmm?" You hummed.

"I meant what I said in the kitchen, earlier..." he says, "I really do fancy you."

"I like you too, Tom," you giggle, "I have for a while."

"I was too chicken to say anything to you before," he chuckles, "But I want to take you out on a date. A real date."

You turn and face Tom, smiling as your eyes met his. His words made your heart happy, and there was no way you could turn down the smile he was giving you.

"Of course," you laugh, tucking a stray curl out of his face, "It's about time that you ask. You really think I'm gonna say no?"

You both laughed, Tom pulling you into his chest. Your bodies were tired, but neither of you were sleepy at the moment. Tom stayed over for a few more hours, just cradling your naked body against his. You talked, laughed until you cried, kissed and just enjoyed each other's presence before it was time for Tom to bring Tessa home.

After a very lasting, loving, and passionate goodbye kiss, Tom took Tessa and walked home. He was sad to be leaving, he'd be okay with never leaving your side again.

After arriving home, Tom found that only his twin brothers, Sam and Harry, were home. They were too captivated in the TV and Tessa being home to question Tom on what took him so long.

Tom went up to his room, unable to stop his smiles. He stripped out of his shirt, about to plop down on his bed when his door swung open.

"Ey, mate. Where's the- holy fuck, what the hell happened to you!" Sam suddenly burst into Tom's room, yelling as his eyes landed on the long red scratches all over Tom's shoulders and back. Tom whipped around quickly, eyes going wide.

"Don't you know when to knock, you idiot?!" He yelled back, hearing Sam's footsteps thudding towards the room.

"Holy shit, mate!" Harry laughed, eyes wide at Tom turned his back to him to put his shirt back on.

"Piss off, both of you!"

"Now we know what took so long to get Tess." Harry snickered. Sam finally realized what was happening and scrunched up his nose at his older brother, rolling his eyes before walking away. Tom growled and slammed the door despite Harry's teasing. No matter what, he knew he wouls do it all over again.

Tom called you minutes later to talk about anything and everything.

He felt happy- the happiest he's been in a while. This was good. This was joy.

Lost in thought, he realized you fell asleep on the phone. A soft smile spread across his lips.

"Sleep well, my love."

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[haileygarciasunshine]

Queens Masterlist

Created: 02/16/21

Last Updated: 02/16/21

Summary: Being friends with a superhero has it’s perks.

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[writingtantrums]

Lost

Peter Parker swallowed thickly as he washed your blood off of his hands. He had told you to stay still, to not move, to do anything but follow him into the fight but as always, you didn’t listen. He choked back a sob as he remembered your limp body in his arms, a trickle of blood coming from your temple. If only you hadn’t followed him, that was on him. He should have taken you to safety instead of leaving you to fend for yourself, as buildings crumbled, guns blazing. Peter didn’t stop washing his hands, even as the water ran clear, because he still felt your blood in the cracks of his hands and under his fingernails. Your death seemed to cling to him and with that thought, he scrubbed harder. It was his fault, all his fault. There were so many things that he could have done to stop what had happened. After the blip he was so happy to see you again, he had promised you that nothing would ever happen to you and now he was eating his words. He hated that. He hated himself. With the water still running he sat on the floor of his bathroom and let himself cry, his heart aching for what was lost and what he would never get back. 

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[living-dead-parker]

Spider Kiss - P.P

Summary: A loopy Peter makes a rescue mission nearly impossible. Inspired by this Game Grumps video

Warnings: cussing, mistakes as usual, a Deadpool cameo, aged up Peter but he’s always aged up in my imagines so there’s no difference here

Word Count: 2.03k

"Dad, is it really safe to be up here? All five of us?" you whisper loud enough to be heard by your father in front of you. The sound of your voice ricochets off the walls of the vents, though only the five of you could hear your voice. Tony sighs, pausing for a quick minute. Not something you want in front of your face.

"Is anything we do safe?" Tony asks. His tone is sarcastic, causing you to roll your eyes. You huff in response, wanting to flip him off or something. "Plus, we're saving your weird spider boyfriend." he adds. You nod, remembering the end goal.

Peter had been taken hostage by Fisk for some unknown reason. Most likely to get a rise out of the Avengers and whatnot. It all happened two days ago, so who knows what kind of state Peter could be in when you do find him. Your mind began to race about the unknown, the worry beginning to hit you in waves again. After five more minutes of crawling through the vents, you see your father stop in his tracks.

"I see him." he whispers. He looks down for a minute or two before finally opening the vent and dropping down. You follow in his steps, seeing Peter tied to a chair. He still has the suit on, except for the mask. His eyes are closed but he soon begins to stir. A weird smell begins to hit waft into your nose, but your suit detects it.

"Nitrous oxide." you say, reading the information your AI, Salem, shows on screen in your suit. Tony sighs, looking at Bucky, Steve, and Nat.

"Cover up, buttercups. Or else you're gonna feel higher than the empire state." Tony says. You offer Nat a handkerchief that you carry with you at all times. She gladly takes it, wrapping it around her nose and mouth.

"We'll step outside and keep an eye out." Steve offers, leading the way out. He opens the door, stepping out and being followed by Bucky and Nat. They stand outside while you and Tony get to work on setting Peter free.

 "Watch out, there's a little spider goo in there."

You and Tony pause for a brief second, eyes going wide and brows furrowing. His voice came out slurred and in a laughing tone. The gas was obviously having an effect on him, so you two tried to hurry. However, as you removed the zip-ties holding him in place, seeing that they were in fact covered in his webs. You groan in disgust, not too fond of the sticky substance as it comes into contact with your hands. Peter groans slightly as his eyes open wider, revealing his bloodshot look. Obviously, they were pumping out what would be lethal amounts for normal people, as it would take more to get Peter to feel it.

Tony sets him free completely and you move to help him up. He goes limp in your arms as you pull him up, but he's fairly easy to carry as he's very light. Peter wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead.

With a loud smooching sound, he pulls away. "Spider kiss."

Tony rolls his eyes as he leads the way out of the room as you help Peter out. He has no control of his own body, so you wind up carrying him bridal style. Nat and Bucky look at the young man in your arms with raised brows, unsure of how to approach asking about. They don't even know if they should ask about it. Steve and Tony lead the way, leaving you and Peter in the middle, while Nat and Bucky walk behind you. Everyone is looking around the building searching for exits and entrances. The group treads lightly, remaining silent.

 "I'm hungry! Where are the burritos? Spider munch."  Peter yells. Your eyes widen as you notice two figures turn at the end of the hallway. Tony and Steve freeze in their spots and you can hear Nat and Bucky curse under their breath.

Two men become four. Then six. They all stand in a straight line, approaching the group with their guns held up. You sigh, telling him to stand up. He says he can't, which you only slightly believe, but deep down you know he can. You set him down and watch as he stands still, looking down at the floor. Almost like he's concentrating on his feet.

"Peter, what the fuck are you doing?" you whisper yell, getting Bucky's attention in the process.

 "The more focus I have, the more I will heal." he says, hissing at the end. Cue the collective eye rolls.

"Peter, I know you're still fucked up, but I know it does not take this long for you to completely heal. Peter giggles, running into the edge of a wall.  

 "I can't go over slight curves. Ahh! Not...in...my...spider powers." he screams. Your eyes go wider as more people are coming in to the hall. He can't seem to turn and people are approaching from behind him. Tony and Steve are already in a full on battle with soldiers from one side, Bucky and Nat battling others from another side, and here come more from behind Peter. He turns around and notices the men walking your way.

"Hah! What were you guys thinking,  'Everybody stand up in a perfectly symmetrical formation so we can individually get beaten up my Spider-Man.'" Peter mimics as the soldiers approach. You groan and push Peter against the wall, keeping your back on him and pushing him towards the wall to keep him sheltered and hidden behind you. He wraps his arms around your torso as you begin to fire at the men approaching.

"Peter please shut the fuck up."

 "Spider-Man doesn't get shot!" he yells. Suddenly, a bullet lodges into the wall right next to his head. You turn and look at the damage, expecting Peter to have gotten hurt, but the drowned out look in his eyes never falters. "Yeah that doesn't count." he adds. More bullets are fired, almost hitting the two of you.  "Oh no bullets, my only weakness!" Peter continues to yell.

"Peter, I need you to help me out a little here, please." you beg him. Though, in his drugged state, you know he can't.

 "They have guns and I have just being a spider, which is not as fun." he complains. Groaning, you shield yourself with your arm, briefly turning to Peter.

"It's not about being fun. It's about not dying here, Pete."

"What if I just kiss them? Spider kiss." he says in a fake movie-like voice. You weren't sure what to expect but that wasn't it. He giggles, leaning up and walking in front of you, bullets nearly missing him. You go to grab his arm but he tugs it away. He walks up to one of the guys and punches him. He continues to fight the soldiers, narrating it all.

 "Spider punch, spider kick, spider kiss, spider punch!" he yells. The soldiers in front of him stop, looking just as confused as you do. Suddenly, Tony and Nat are running in to help, but they just watch as the confused soldiers do nothing.

"What was that?" one of the soldiers asks.

"Spider kick?"

"No after that"

"Spider punch?"

"What-no! Befo-never mind!" the soldier says as he approaches a swaying Peter. Suddenly Peter leans in and pecks the soldier on the cheek.

"Spider surprise!" he yells. He goes up to everyone and does the same, followed by Peter kicking them all in the groin.

 "Stop kissing everyone!" you and Tony yell.

"Stop kicking everyone? But It's one of my main moves." he whines, moving back as the soldiers lean down to hold on to their aching crotches.

You all fought the remaining soldiers on that level, making sure to take them all down. Peter kept yelling the word 'spider' before anything he did. Spider running, spider kick, spider breathe, and so on. At this point, it seems like the gas wore off and now he's just running with the joke. As you reach a new floor, you see more soldiers, lined up and waiting.

 "Tony and Y/N said I can't kick people anymore, so i'm gonna have to kiss everyone."  Peter tells Bucky as they team up to fight off some soldiers. Bucky ignores the younger man, not knowing how he would even respond to that.  "I'm gonna web up the enemies, that'll make them easier to kiss." he adds, webbing up the soldiers and letting Bucky have at them. He joins Y/N as he sees her struggling with three soldiers on her.

"Where are all the men at? Ah more men to kis-to punch!" Peter yells. The men stop their movements, unsure and uncomfortable with Peter's current state. He takes the chance to take them down, the pieces clicking in Y/N's mind as to why he continued with the bit. It made the soldiers uncomfortable and weirded out. However, the idea of asking Peter how much he hangs out with Wade nowadays becomes almost irresistible now.

"Peter watch out!" you yell as a soldier sneaks up on Peter. He might be better now, but he's still a bit disoriented, so when the blow of getting punched hits him, he groans, falling to the ground.  

 "Oh, spider hurt.:" he groans. Peter regains his composure as you help him up. The team finishes up in the room they were in, heading down a hall again and seeing three men in at the end of the hall, trying to get into a room, but they seem to have trouble in doing so.  

"I forgot my password, luckily you guys remembered your lips." Peter says, approaching the three men. The statement causes Tony to roll his eyes and look over at you. He asks you if that's the man you're really dating. With a proud and eager nod, you answer him with a yes. He is your boyfriend, even if he is out here kissing other men to make them uncomfortable. "I forgot my password, but i didn't forget my kiss-word."  he adds.

A familiar voice suddenly speaks up, causing Tony, Steve, and Nat to visibly glare at the ground. You all turn, seeing the familiar person heading your way. "That was a smooth one, Petey-pie!" he says.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Wilson?"

"Love ya too, Stark! Y/N you look cute as a button, mind if I steal your boyfriend to take me men-kissing around town later. I promise I won't kiss him." he adds.

"Wade, now's not the time. Either fight with us or leave." you say, setting your foot down. There's already one loose canon, you don't need a second one.

 "I'm gonna kiss this town to safety, one gentle nibbley kiss at a time," Peter says as he takes follows Tony and Steve out of the hall.  "I stop kissing I stop saving."

Before they know it, they've made it back out. Peter looks around, the light of the sun blinding him as he's been confined to a dark room for two days now. He covers his face, holding on to you for support. You wrap an arm around him to help him out of the building.

"Spider cuidado, piso mojado." he mumbles quiet enough for you to hear. A small giggle escapes your lips, unsure of what to do now.

As you look over, you see the cops are taking in Fisk. Peter turns to you, resting his hands on your hips and smiling down at you. Admittedly, your heart rate began to pick up, your palms grew sweaty and your smile grew wider. All worry went away as you held the younger man in your arms. He begins to lean in, all eyes on the two of you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you lean in as well. He pauses before either of you can close the gap.

"Quick get to the kissing zone! Quick get to my lips! Hurry!" he says. Tony sighs, feeling disappointed at the man for ruining the cute moment. However, you didn't care. Leaning in, you closed the gap all the way, finally giving in to his request for a 'spider kiss'.

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[spideyboi-imagines-blog]

Saved - 1 (Peter Parker T.H)

You sighed as you heard the voicemail of your best friend, after ringing him for the fourth time that night.

Hi! It's Parker, Peter Parker. Call me later? His chirpy voice sounded through your phone speaker, as you sat on the curb of the road, sniffing slightly, rubbing your watery eyes furiously.

"Peter? It's Y/N. I've rang you , like,  four times now. Can you please pick up? I... I needed a lift home, but Mom is out of town, and Y/S/N isn't replying and I don't wanna walk through Queens by myself in the dark and-"

The answering machine cut off with a beep and you cursed softly.

"Damnit, Parker."

You couldn't wait any longer - you'd been sat outside your boyfriends - well, ex boyfriend, now - house for twenty minutes now, after storming out after a particularly bad argument, and you probably needed to accept that   neither Peter, nor your sister, was going to pick up the phone anytime now. Pulling your sweater sleeves down, to cover your cold hands, and swinging your bag over your shoulder, you looked up at the darkening sky, the moon just beginning to show, and began the twenty minute walk home.  It'll be fine. You told yourself, chewing at your already bitten-to-the-quick nails. It's not even properly dark yet.

Your phone was in your hands, so you'd have something to look at, anything, to distract you, from the anxiety that was building up in your stomach, but you had no one to text. The only people you were close enough to message were seemingly ignoring you, and you found yourself wondering just why Peter was ignoring you. Perhaps he was with Ned , you mused, or MJ. You didn't know exactly why you felt jealous at that. It's not like Peter and I were best friends first or anything... You thought sarcastically, hating your slightly bitter tone.

You were ten minutes away from your home, a little apartment on the top floor of a building on the outskirts of Queens, you realised, as you passed a closed café you often frequented, for the ice blue slushies that you and Peter drank on a hot day, or warm pepper mint coffee in the midst of winter. You could do with a warm drink right now, at eight o clock in November, your warm breath steaming out in front of you, visible from the dim light of your phone.

A  ping came from your phone, distracting you from your surroundings.

Peter Parker 🦕 is typing...

A small smile appeared on your face. He hadn't forgotten you at all. He was just busy. Your anxious thoughts subsided for a few minutes - you weren't annoying him, he-

"Give me the phone." A harsh voice spoke from in front of you, and a tiny, shocked, shriek, elicited from your lips, as you looked up to see a teenager, perhaps only a few years older than you, his face partially shadowed by a hood from his jumper.

He was taller than you, only by a little, and in the day time, perhaps you wouldn't have been so scared.

But nighttime, in an empty street? A whole other thing.

You froze, like a deer, in headlights.

"I-"

"Give me the phone." He snapped.

"No, I-" You protested weakly, thinking about how many photos and memories were contained in the iPhone in your hand, the one you cursed yourself for waving it around, almost asking to be robbed.

"I won't ask again. Give me the fucking phone."

You were trembling, as you held out the phone, trying to think of anyway you could get away. But you knew, in the stupid heeled boots that adorned your feet, you couldn't exactly run.

He grabbed it hastily, and it occurred to you that he didn't seem like a very experienced robber, him looking around every few seconds for what you could only assume were the authorities, that very rarely patrolled this part of Queens anyway.

"Please, don't take my phone-"

You were cut off, shrieked again, not by the boy in front of you, but by a presence, another person, who seemed to have dropped from the fucking rooftops.

You blinked, ready to run, heeled boots be damned, when you properly looked at the person, and felt a gasp elicit from your lips. Spider-Man?

"Everything okay here?" He looked directly at you, in a tone that sounded deep, but almost as if he was putting it on - it kept cracking.

The robber in front of you was as pale as you now, mouth open wide

in surprise.

"H-He took my phone." You were still trembling from shock, pointing at the older boy in front of you.

The boy looked down at your phone, back to Spider-Man, back to you, and then, quick as a flash, dropped it to the ground and took off running, faster than you would have guessed he could have.

You immediately dived towards the mobile, on the ground, picking it up hastily, as Spider-Man took off too, after the would-be robber.

You were still shaking, but more in shock than in genuine fear. Two or three large cracks now were on your phone screen, and you sighed a little, but were just glad that that was the only casualty of the night. The notification from before Peter Parker 🦕 is typing... still remained on your screen, but no more joined it. No frantic phone calls from the boy, not even a single text was on the screen. You stared at that for a few seconds, unsure of what you had done to him to cause him to ignore you, before deciding that the situation at hand was arguably more important.

Standing up, dusting off your baggy jeans, you carefully zipped your phone into your bag, surprised the robber hadn't tried to take that also. You looked around, to see that both people who had been on the street with you a few moments ago had both disappeared. What were you supposed to do? Wait for Spider-Man to come back? You decided that you had already waited around enough for people tonight, and began glumly walking back home again, looking around you constantly, on edge, and therefore, saw Spider Man just before he frightened the living daylights out of you again, dropping down from above you.

"Jesus, dude, you really need to stop fucking doing that." You pointed out, crossing your arms.

"Sorry, ma'am." He had an almost grin in his voice.

Huh. Ma'am?

"You okay?" He continued, still trying to put on that deep tone. You could almost swear you recognised it.

You shrugged. "I guess."

"Why are you walking around alone?" He questioned.

"Broke up with my boyfriend. I was hoping my friend would come walk me home - he knows I don't like the dark much. He didn't show though."

You very much sounded like you needed pity, and you very much so hated that. You continued.

"It's fine. He was just busy. He's busy a lot."

The boy next to you, walking, not swinging around the rooftops as he was usually pictured, paused for a few moments.

"I'm sure he wanted to be there, he-"

You shrugged. "It's like this a lot. I'm, unfortunately, used to it. I get it. We're just growing apart."

"I-I'm sure that's not it-"

"Look, Spider-Man , I don't need you to be my shrink or whatever."

You laughed a little. "But thankyou. For saving me."

He turned in your direction, and you'd imagine, without a mask, he'd be grinning. A soft grin, that barely pulled up the corners of his mouth - he'd be tired, you guessed, and -

"No problem. What's your name?"

"Y/N."

"Hi Y/N, I'm Spider-Man." He replied.

You laughed. "I don't get a real name?"

He paused again. "I-I don't usually-"

"It's fine dude. I get it. Anonymity is key." You smiled softly, before walking in silence for a few minutes.

"You gonna follow me the whole way home, Spidey?"

"Just wanna make sure you're safe."

"I appreciate it." You smiled at him, before looking up at the building in front of you. "Well, this is me."

You looked at him.

"See ya around, Spidey."

He laughed, a cute laugh, that, god didn't you recognise it?

"See ya around, Y/N."

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[imarvelatthesight]

Imagine: Tom being interviewed about your pregnancy.

Tom’s throat constricted as he nodded at the interviewer. He was beyond unhappy to speak about his relationship with you. Not because he was embarrassed about it, but because he knew what fame did to relationships. 

“So Tom, how is Y/N? I mean, it’s been a couple of months since you announced that she was pregnant.” The interviewer said hurriedly, thrusting the microphone in Tom’s general direction. As a viewer at home, you were just as annoyed with it as he was.

“Well, I can’t really says she’s fine. The morning sickness is there, mood swings are there, cravings, all of the stuff we typically hear about. I don’t know how she feels, that would be for her to answer.” Your boyfriend of 4 years crossed his arms. He knew everything he said would later show up in articles, and on social media.

“You know, you have to wonder- aren’t you guys a little young to be expecting a baby? Plus, you’re only dating.” You bunched your covers in your hand at home. You prayed Tom would control himself and hide what he really wanted to say.

Indeed, he did. A concerned look crossed his face. “I don’t think that really matters. We are happy, and I’m absolutely thrilled that Y/N is pregnant. She’s amazing, and I can’t wait to raise a family with her, and spend the rest of my life with her. So, no. I don’t think we’re too young.”

With that, Tom walked away, leaving the interviewer frozen in his place. You quickly grabbed your phone and dialed him, trying to stifle a laugh. 

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[softstcrs]

Come Back

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Swearings

Gif(s): google

Summary: You and Peter have been friends for so long. Yet, you never told him you like him more than a friend. Lately he has been disappearing whenever you were meeting up. He always had a excuse and then when you saw him, with Liz, you completely lost it. While you're argueing with him he has to go again you are running after him screaming.

Its been week's since you last did something with your best friend Peter. He always had an excuse not to show up. Something always got in the way. Even in school he was brushing you off.

"Peter," you started closing his Locker, looking more serious than ever. "Oh hey, Y/n! Uh.. How are you?" he stuttered. "It doesn't matter how i am right now, Pete, why on earth are you brushing me off? Did i do something?" you questioned him. He looked at the ground not answering. "Peter im talking to you. Look at me." you sighed. He looked at his Phone and then he looked up at you. "Y/n.. I can't right now. I'll swing by later.. Sorry." and then he Vanished. He left as all the other times.

You gave yourself a facepalm. "You better have a explanation." you whsipered to yourself. To your dismay, you saw Peter talking outside to.. liz. His Crush. He has been talking about her non-stop. Your anger build up. You needed to punch something, then you decided to punch your locker. You knuckles hurt but you had to get rid of the anger. Everytime it was about Liz. For her, he had time. Only for Her. You were Irrelevant.

After school when you were walking home, you tried to message Peter more than once but he never picked up. Did you do anything? Did he find out you liked him, so he distances himself from you? No. That couldn't be. He would never notice since he's all about Liz. In fact, you hated her. She took away peter From you.

It was 8 p.m by now and Peter still hasn't shown up. You live with your older sister s/n. Your parents are Never there so you both moved out. She's 26 anyway so it was fine. "Y/n, the Door!" your Sister yelled. You went to open it and Peters Face looked all sweaty and tired. You didn't care all you wanted was him back. "Hey." he smiled at you. You let him come in immeaditely going to your room.

"Whats wrong, Y/n?" he asked you confused. You got so angry when you thought about him and liz. How they would end up together. How he would forget about you. "Peter.." you crossed your arms slightly. He gave you an innocent look. "Y/n, whats wrong. You can tell me anything, remember?" he Reassured you. "D-do.. Are you and liz.. Dating?" you finally blurted out. You got so emeberassed your cheeks heated up.

"Y/n.. What on earth? No." he Replied with a serious look. "And if i would.. That'd be my decision ain't it? Whats gotten into you?" he Asked you again. Then you couldn't control it. You lost it.

"Peter, you have been brushing me off for WEEKS! you never have time for me Anymore! You always disappear! Then.. Then i saw you with Liz.. How you both were talking.." you got silent. He shook his head. "I've not been brushing you off Y/n! Its..its complicated." he sighed. His phone was beeping. Again. "Shit.." he said whispering. "y/n, i have to go. Sorry!" he rushed out of your room out of the door. "What?!" you said suprised. You put on your shoes and ran after him.

"Peter! Dont you Just leave me again!" you screamed. He looked back at you with eyes apologetic. "Peter! come back! Peter!" it was raining and he didn't hear your screams anymore. You fell down on your knees. Why did you love that boy? Why? Why did you always let him stab your heart over and over again?

After you were completely wet you took a shower and went to bed. You got sick and stayed home a few days. No texts. No calls. He just left. Like Edward left Bella, he had left you. Your sister was at work and it was 5 p.m and you were watching Netflix to get your mind of Peter. Something knocked on your Window when you saw the Hero himself, Spiderman, knocking at your window. What would someone like him, want here? You opened the Window for him. "Thanks, Miss." he said politely.

"Spiderman, what a Suprise. How can i help the hero of Queens?" you smiled. "just Listen." he replied. You didn't understand what he meant until he took his mask off. Your eyes widened and you had a nearly breakdown. "Peter?!" you said suprised. "I am spiderman. This is why i've been Brushing you off, Y/n." he explained. You crossed your Arms. "I didn't want you to get in danger. Fighting Crimes.. I just can't forgive myself if i'd found out something would have happened to you because of me." he put his hands on your shoulders. Your gaze didn't change and was still upset. You sighed. "Y/n.. Please say something." he begged. "Does Liz know?" you asked him serious. "No. I would never tell her that. I didn't want to lose you.. You even got sick because of me.." he looked down. "Look at me, Pete." he looked at you. "Don't ever, ever, ever! Make me gonna run after you in the rain again. Just.. Be Honest with me okay? Its fine. I'll forgive you." you gave in. You just had to.

He hugged you tight. "Thank you, Y/n. Thank you so much." he smiled at you. His Eyes looked down at your lips making you stare. "I'd extremely like to kiss you, Y/n.." he blurted out. Your heart stopped. Did he mean that? Did he really? You thought. "Why don't you do it?" you giggled and He closed the space within seconds. His lips were warm and soft. After you pulled apart you rested your head on his Chest. "I wanted this for so long, Peter.." you admitted. "Me too. And No, i wont ever, Date liz okay." you both started laughing. "Your Lucky your cute, Spiderboy." "I know, no more secrets. I promise." he Replies pulling you close.

[y/n = your name. S/n = sisters name]

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[raeswritings]

Something New- Peter Parker *SMUT*

author: raeswritings

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: Hello! Could you do a Peter Parker smut? Praise kink? Maybe more sub!Peter? Lots of hickies on Peter, people might see at school 😉            

Warnings: smut, oral, slight bondage

A/N: Peter and the reader will be 17/18 years old in this. I also forgot the praise kink but i hope this will do :)

Sex wasn't new for you and Peter. Sex with Peter was great. He was always so loving, caring and gentle. That was the thing, you loved how he treated you with care but you wanted something a little different. Something not so bland and gentle. You wanted something more different and exciting. You just didn't have the heart to tell him that.

Until one day, Peter was acting strange. The past week he's been more dominant; demanding things from you and among other things. At first you blew it off as him being stressed from school and being Spider-Man. By the end of the week you grew kind of concerned and confused of his behavior, so you decided to confront him about it.

You and Peter were having your typical Friday night in that consisted of movies and takeout. The movie was about 30 minutes in but that didn't matter since you both were tangled in each other's arms. You straddling his lap with your hands in his curly hair. His on your hips as his lips assault your neck with rough kisses; biting and sucking leaving love bites on the tender skin.

Moaning softly, you pulled away breathless. "Wait Pete. We need to talk."

"Why talk when we could doing something else." Peter said, kissing down your neck to your collar bones.

Softly pushing him back you cup your hands on his face effectively making him look into you eyes. "What's been up with you lately? You've been..different lately."

Peter looked into your eyes for a bit before sighing. His walls coming down. "I-I thought you w-wanted something different." You looked at him puzzled. "Something different? Peter what are you taking about?"

Peter sighed. "I overheard you talking to MJ about how I'm too boring. That you wanted something more exciting"

"Peter, you're not boring. True, I do want something different but only if you're okay with it." You softly say.

Relief clear as day in his eyes, Peter let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. "W-what did you have in mind?" He timidly asked.

Instantly your cheeks began to redden as you cover your face. "Pete, we don't have to do this." Your voice muffled by your hands.

Peter softly removed your hands looking into your eyes with the most loving expression on his face. "I want to. I want to please you as you please me."

"I-um I want to be in control." You mumbled looking everywhere but Peter.

"I didn't quite hear you." He smirked, jokingly leaning closer to you.

"Peter," You whined. "I know you heard me and I'm not going to say it again. It’s embarrassing."

Peter laughed "I know love, I just like seeing you all flustered and cute." He placed a kiss on your head before pulling back to look at you with curiosity in his eyes. "What else do you like or want to try?" He asked.

Feeling somewhat confident and comfortable you answered honestly. "I wanna tie you up and be on top. Like I want to be the dominant for once."

Peter's face become red as he imagines you riding him, the sound of your moans as you use him to get off, the image of your breast bouncing as you move. He could feel himself harden just at the thought of it all. "O-Okay. L-Lets do it." He stutters, the old, shy and awkward Peter comes back.

"Wait. Really?!" You squeal, you've been dreaming, no wanting this since forever. So it was safe to say that you were pretty excited that Peter agreed. You honestly expected him to say no. Peter nodded his head, not finding the strength for words. You let out another squeal of excitement, pulling Peter to his bedroom, silently thanking god that May had an overnight shift.

Once inside Peter's bedroom, you kissed Peter and started walking him backwards towards his bed. The back of his knees hit the bed causing him to sit down, bringing you with him. You straddled him with your hands tangled in his hair pulling softly at the curls. Peter moaned at the sensation, using this to your advantage, you slipped your tongue past his lips deepening the kiss. Wanting some type of friction to ease Peter's hardening member, his hands went to your hips gently moving them back and forth. Both of you let out moans and sighs, enjoying the feeling. Your hand goes the bottom of Peter's shirt and gives it a light tug. Peter caught on what you wanted, breaking kiss pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it in a random direction. Following his actions, your shirt and bra was tossed aside.

Before continuing, you got up ignoring Peter's protest and went into his closet, coming out with one of his suit ties. Smiling softly you led to the headboard of his bed, tying his hands to it as tight as possible. Making sure its tight enough so he can't use his strength to break free but also where it won't hurt him, you pull back to admire your handy work before looking at Peter. HIs lips swollen from the kisses shared between you, his hair all over the place from having you run you hands through it and tugging it here and there, his eyes full of love, adoration and lust. Peter seemed to get a little impatient as he tugged on his restrained hands. "Y/N please. I need you. Do something." He breathes.

Loving him like this, you straddle his waist kissing and nipping at his neck, collar bones and chest areas leaving love bites whilst grinding on Peter's hard member. Peter tugs on his wrist, surprised that he doesn't rip it with his strength. "Baby, please. I-I need something." Peter begged, not used to being denied of his pleasures. You grant him his wants as you take off the rest of his and your clothes off. Your hand goes down his chest to his erected member, standing and waiting for attention. Peter lets out a hiss as you softly kiss the head of his staff. You slowly sink your head down taking Peter in your mouth and begin to bob your head, using your hands for what you can't take in your mouth. "Fuck. Keep going baby." Peter groans as his eyes meets yours.

Hollowing your mouth, you begin to suck harsher. One of your hands goes to Peter's balls, softly massaging them. Peter bucks his hips upward moaning. "Just like that. Fuck just like that." Hearing Peter's moans and groans of pleasure turns you on knowing that you are able to pleasure him just as much as he pleasures you, making you become slick with want. It doesn't take long before you feel him twitch in your mouth, you pull away right before he cums. Peter's sounds of displeasure and whines fill the room. "What the hell Y/N!!"

"I just wanted you to cum in me." You say innocently, Peter's eyes are filled with lust and want as he groans, helplessly wanting the release you denied him. Smiling as he groans again you decide to end his and your own torture, straddling him you slowly lower yourself on his member, both of you moaning, finally giving into the pleasures that only you can give each other. You put your hands on Peter's chest for stability as you find a pleasurable pace for you both. You lean down to kiss at Peter's neck, sucking and nipping at the skin where his neck and shoulder meet, surely leaving marks for everyone to see. Peter groans as he pulls on his wrist, desperately wanting to get a hold of your hips and breast, something to anchor him down as he feels himself getting closer to the edge. "Y/N, I'm close." He grunts as you clench around him, the feeling alone can make him undone.

"Hold it Pete. I'm almost there." You pant as you ride him faster, your hand going in between your bodies. Your fingers on your clit as you rub harsh circles on it, moaning at the sensation and moaning at the sound of Peter's moan and groans of pleasure. You feel something in you snap, the feeling creeping up on you as you clench around Peter's member. "Now Peter. Come for me baby, please." Peter tugs harshly on his wrist as he lets go, shooting his seed in you whilst saying your name as a prayer. You halt your motions as your orgasm hits you, moaning in pure ecstasy.

Breathing heavily, you dismount yourself from Peter with a low hiss as you untie his wrist before throwing yourself next to him tiredly. Peter puts his arms around your body and brings you against him. "God, I love you. We definitely have to do that again." Peter said kissing your head then stares at the ceiling with a smile on his face. 

Sadly the weekend came to an end, Peter was currently at his locker getting books for his morning classes when Ned popped up. "Whoa Peter, were you bit by another spider over the weekend?" Ned teased once he saw the hickeys on Peter's neck. Peter thought that his shirt collar being higher than normal will cover them up but of course they didn't.

Peter closed his eyes, sighing. Peter was tired of getting teased. First it was Tony who first saw them when Peter showed up at the Avenger tower. Tony had of course congratulated him on becoming a man or something along those lines. Then it was the other Avengers, and now Ned. But what did Peter expect, Ned notices everything.

"No Ned." Peter said closing his locker and turning to him. Before Peter can continue, he felt arms around him as you came giving Peter a kiss on her cheek, followed by the sound of MJ's voice. "Wow Y/N, you did a number on him."

Groaning Peter's face became red with embarrassment. "Cheer up, Pete. Now everyone will know your mine like I am yours." You smile as you move into his line of sight. Peter can see the little marks on your neck clear as day, it gave him joy to see you showing off his mark. Peter shook his head as the bell ring, hoping that the hickeys will heal before he comes home. He did not want May to see them. That will only lead up to her having an awkward conversation with him. He didn't want that, not again.

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[hazandholland]

The Dean's List - Once Big And Strong (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/NVCENcJ69N "So, you're telling me that you took twenty AP courses in high school, graduated as valedictorian with a 4.0 GPA, took four three-hundred level classes outside of your major and got two full-ride scholarships to get here?" "Of course."

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[wordsarelife]

—tolerate it

pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader

summary: maybe you and peter had done a good job at ignoring your problems, or maybe there was nothing worth saving anymore

warnings: toxic!peter, basically a very toxic relationship, underage drinking, a bit too much drinking.. let me know if i missed something

note: the ending is a bit in the air, you can make out of it what you want

"hey! how are you?" gwen hugged you smiling and sat down on the sofa beside you.

"i'm good" you smiled "where's harry?" you asked, finding it weird that he was nowhere in sight.

"oh he's off playing beer-pong with his friends" gwen explained "i saw you across the room and thought i'd join you" she paused, unsure if she should say what she was thinking, but eventually did "you looked lonely"

you nodded your head and gwen swore she saw you blink away a tear. "thanks for sitting by me" you smiled and then looked around the room quickly "i don't know where he is, he told me to wait here. it's been an hour since i've last seen him"

"oh sweetheart" you had almost bursted into tears at her caring tone "he just left you here?"

you shrugged, it's not like that was something new to you. peter would often bring you with him to these frat parties, just to disappear into thin air the moment you entered a place.

"i don't mind" you lied and gwen looked at you unbelievingly. "it's great that you are here, finally someone i know" you meant to change the topic, but gwen furrowed her brows at that.

"he left you alone and you don't even know anyone?" she asked unbelievingly "does he know how dangerous these parties can get?"

the question was rhetoric. of course peter knew that.

"i don't drink" you said, as if that would make it any better.

"doesn't matter" gwen shook her head "everyone else does" she took a calming breath "why would you even be here when you just sit on your own?"

"because peter likes to take me with him"

"and he isn't anywhere to be found" gwen looked around the room "typical"

"he doesn't always do that"

"he did it back in highschool too" gwen reminded you "i thought he had stopped with that, i thought he had changed, was the only explanation for me how you guys were still together"

"i really don't mind"

"well you should" she looked at you worriedly "why don't you just break up with that dick, y/n?"

"i love him" you said as if that would excuse everything. "i have loved him for the past five years"

"and he treats you like that?"

you shrugged. "i can't help it" you almost said bitterly "sometimes i hate him, especially when he does things like that, but i still love him"

"do you think that is healthy?" gwen asked genuinely.

you shook your head and tears brimmed at your eyes. "no" you looked into her eyes and she could've almost started crying too. "love shouldn't be like this, right? loving someone should be easy" you turned your head to look at harry and gwen followed the direction your eyes where going "it looks easy for you two"

gwen had to be honest "it's not always easy" she admitted.

"i know" you said "but i don't think it should make me feel how i feel"

"how do you feel?"

"hurt" you simply said "i feel hurt any time i look at him"

gwen was ready to repeat her earlier advice, simply convincing you to finally break up with peter parker, but to her surprise you weren't finished.

you breathed a shaky breath. "and i feel guilty" you almost whispered "there was a time where it was easy to love him, as easy as breathing and doing it made me happy. it felt like back then we were loving each other the right way and now-" you paused and sighed "i don't think we have been loving each other the right way for a long time. but somehow we still belong together, even if that doesn't make sense in the slightest"

"i don't know if it does" gwen said honestly "but that doesn't make it wrong" she thought about what to tell you, and her mind slipped by the question if a frat party was the right place for a conversation like that, but she continued to speak anyway. "did you ever tell peter that?"

"what?" you looked up to her in surprise.

"maybe it would help both of you to talk about it" gwen suggested "he might be feeling the same way" she shrugged. "but just so you know, his behaviour is still absolutely unacceptable and if he doesn't change it up i'll have harry take care of him"

"thank you" you smiled, hugging her.

when you sat back down, there was a loud voice calling your name and soon enough peter entered your field of vision. he was being held up by harry.

"he's wasted" harry explained, which wouldn't have been necessary. you had known it immediately when you had first heard him call for you.

"y/n" peter slurred, trying to free himself out of harry's hold "let's make out"

you sighed and ignored him, instead turning your head at harry and gwen. "could you maybe help me to get him home?" you asked "i would do it alone, but it's late and i don't—“

"of course" gwen interrupted your rambling. harry nodded as well.

"thank you" you said, relieved.

gwen and harry helped you navigate through the crowded party, guiding peter, who was clearly in no state to walk on his own. as you exited the chaos of the frat house, the cool night air hit you, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and exhaustion.

"he's really out of it," harry remarked, glancing at peter struggling to keep his balance.

"yeah" you nodded, a tinge of embarrassment in your voice. "i appreciate your help. i didn't want to deal with this alone."

gwen gave you a sympathetic look "you shouldn't have to deal with this at all," she said, genuine concern etched on her face.

as you reached peter’s place, you collectively managed to get him inside and settled on the couch. harry, ever the protective friend, shot peter a disapproving look.

"i’ll take care of him," you assured them, grateful for their assistance.

harry hesitated, "are you sure you're okay?"

you nodded, "yeah, i’ll manage. thanks again for helping."

after gwen and harry left, you found yourself alone with peter, who was now slumped on the couch, still lost in the haze of alcohol. you sighed, both annoyed and exhausted by the evening's events.

you unfolded one of the blankets, burying peter under it. then you made sure he was laying on the side and set a few alarms to check on him throughout the night. you left the room, slipping into the bed in the other room.

the night was not as busy as you had predicted it to be. peter did not wake up and was fine and breathing as normal any time you checked on him, probably thanks to his faster metabolism, getting rid of the alcohol as fast as it had registered in his body.

it was only nine a.m. when you silently walked out of the bedroom on your way to the toilet. peter was still asleep, peacefully laying on the couch. your eyes softened when they fell on him. he looked so tired, but still much more like him than yesterday.

he was just sitting up when you came back from the bathroom. "hey" he muttered, his voice hoarse.

"hi"

you contemplated gwen's words from yesterday, the sincerity in her eyes when she spoke about love not always being easy. the heaviness in your chest returned as you looked at peter, wondering if it was time to address the issues that had been piling up between you.

"peter," you said, your voice firm but weary. "i think we need to talk."

he blinked at you, not quite awake yet. "talk? right now?"

"yes, peter, right now" you took a deep breath. "I can't keep feeling like this. like i'm alone in our relationship like i'm waiting for you all the time."

his brow furrowed in confusion, but you pressed on, "i love you, but things can't continue like this. we need to figure out if we're still right for each other."

peter's eyes widened. "what are you saying?"

"i'm saying we need to either fix this or admit that maybe it's time to move on," you replied, your voice steady despite the emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

the room fell silent as peter processed your words. eventually, he let out a heavy sigh, "i didn't realize it was this bad."

tears welled up in your eyes, "it's been bad for a while now, peter. we can't keep pretending like everything is fine."

he nodded slowly, a mixture of regret and realization crossing his features. "i want to make us work, but i don't want you to feel like that" he paused, just for a second, a few tears slipping over his cheeks "i didn't know.."

"i should've told you"

"i should've noticed" he looked up at you, regret evident on his features.

"yeah" you admitted "maybe you should've" you softly put a hand on his shoulder, he grabbed it, comfortingly squeezing it.

"i've been acting like a dick, maybe because i knew deep down that something was wrong. i thought shutting you out would shut the problem out too" he admitted and you nodded, somewhat understanding what he was talking about.

"i've been holding on to something too" you said softly "but ignorance won't help us anymore"

"i'm sorry" he said, adverting his eyes.

"i know, peter" you nodded "me too"

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[cosmicdaya]

Is It Too Late? | Peter Parker

Peter Parker x reader

Summary : Peter thinks that the chance is gone, when he sees you lying lifelessly in a pool of blood. He tells you that its all his fault. If there is only a way to reverse this...

Word Count : 1536 (woop)

Warning : mentions of death (don’t worry), a tearjerker

A/n : my first fic here!!! leave your thoughts, requests and asks down here!

Peter stood there emotionless as he stared at your blank face, all bloody and torn up. It was too late, nothing can be reversed now. If only he was there on time, he could have avoided this from happening.

“It’s okay, Pete. I will be fine, just stay here. Okay?”  Y/N asked him with his soft eyes pleading to agree with her.

“Come on, Y/N, you know it’s dangerous there. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt there,” He begged her not to leave him.

“Peter, nothing will happen to me, because you are always with me. Now, get your ass to Tony while I go and kick some ass,” she said as she ran to the enemy.

Peter sighed in defeat as he couldn’t manage to coax his girlfriend. He half-heartedly walked over to Tony’s side and started smashing those stupid robots.

Every few seconds he would turn to see if Y/N is okay, but also in return getting some punches from the robot he is fighting with.

“Come on, kid! Concentrate! I am sure you don’t want your face all bruised when you are going to prom with Y/N,” Tony shouted through the comms at him.

“Okay, Mr Stark,” he responded whilst rolling his eyes. He thought that she would be alright with her awesome combat skills that made him fall in love with her even more. Little did he know he was wrong.

“Pete-,” her frantic voice was cut off by a sound off someone punching her. Peter’s heart rate increased as his desire to know what happened overtook him.

“Y/N! Come in the comms! Y/N! Come on! Respond now!” his shouts were left unanswered by her.

He panicked and ran in her direction or where she was supposed to be. He was just in time to see her being threw 5 meters away and slam directly into a large stack of boxes.

He stood there, transfixed looking at his girlfriend all beaten up. His legs moved to see her, but he was too slow. A man wearing heavy armor and carrying a sniper, just shot her, six times to be exact, and ran away.

Before going, that darn soldier made sure that she was dead. 

Peter ran over to her and cupped her face with his two hands. She smiled at him, but not before coughing up some blood. His eyes pooled with tears, threatening to flow down his cheeks.

“Hey Peter, sorry for not heeding your advice. Don’t hate me ya! Ask Michelle to prom since I won’t be here,” she told with a cheeky smile.

“Shut up, Y/N! We are going to prom together. Michelle will probably kick my balls even if I ask her to prom,” he joked even though on the inside he was crumbling into pieces.

“Peter, I will always love you,” she said as she let out her last breath.

Peter held her hand as let his tears flow freely. Tony came near him and tried to console him, but no avail.

“Peter,” Stephen came and tapped on Peter’s shoulder, making Peter look at him.

“It’s not too late, my son. We can still save her,” he assured him with a calm voice. His words sent an impulse through Peter’s body.

“What do you mean? Can you save her?” his body jolted up as he kept bombing the wizard with questions.

“We might have need to turn back time and save her. You must avoid this situation from happening by any means. Are you willing to do it, Peter?” he asked him.

Peter didn’t even take a second to think, he just nodded and asked the wizard to go on with it.

As soon as he agreed, Stephen with a flick of his wrist, brought him back in time, right back to the moment where Peter tries to coax Y/N from not going alone to fight.

He stood there, doing nothing, shocked as he saw her back alive, just in the same position they were half an hour ago.

“It’s okay, Pete. I will be fine, just stay here. Okay?” Y/N asked him with her soft eyes pleading to agree with her.  

“No, Y/N. I am not going to let you go this time,” Peter responded with a newfound determination.

“What do you mean by this time, Pete?” she asked, her voice laced with confusion.

“Whatever, Y/N. If you are hell-bent on going, I am coming too,” he said as he peered into her eyes.

“Pfft, okay Spooderman. I am only letting you follow me cause you are my boyfriend. Keep that in mind,” she told him jokingly as she ran off.

Peter followed her close by and also being careful so that she won’t get hurt. She moved deftly as she shot some soldiers down. Peter also took the precautionary measure of taking the soldiers’ gun and rifles with his webs so that they won’t get a chance to hurt her.

Out of nowhere, a vibration came and knocked them out. It sent Peter to the ground while Y/N went flying into large stack of boxes. As Peter saw her in that state, his mind replayed images of her letting out her last breath and slipping away from his hands.

He stood up despite the throbbing pain in his arm. He hid behind the boxes, as he saw the guy with the heavy armor ready to shoot her. He saw her face alarmed, trying to defend herself but eventually failing.

Peter shot some web strings to stick his fingers to his gun, preventing him from pulling the trigger. The guy looked up at Peter and let out a string of colorful profanities. 

Peter came up to him and punched him square in the jaw, causing his broken jaw. Y/N handed him a gun, giving him a chance to shoot that guy. He shot a bullet through his leg and webbed him up so that he won’t be able to escape.

Tony signaled to him that he would take care of things here.

“Pete, would you mind carrying me to the jet? I think I fractured my leg since boxes fell on it,“ Y/N asked him.He smiled at her as he carried her bridal style back to the jet. 

Thank God, my balls are safe from Michelle’s karate kick, he thought to himself.

When he saw Stephen, he gave a thumbs up as a sign of acknowledgement. "What was that for, hun?” she asked in a tired voice, confused by Peter’s action.

“It was a thank you sign for bringing you back to life, sweetheart,” he said as he kissed her on the forehead as she slowly drifted back to sleep.

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[user220811]

“Get your ass off that chair and come k!ss me”

peter parker x girlfriend!reader imagine (fluff)

warnings: kissing, nothing else

summary: peter wants your attention

it was a saturday morning, as you were sat at your desk where you had been the past 4 hours, studying for upcoming tests in school. you were about to drift off from exhaustion, but was stopped by a little knock on your window. you look up and smile, as you see your boyfriend peter perched on your balcony.

you open the window, and peter smiles sheepishly at you. he climbs through the window into your room, and stands up to be towering over you. he leans in to kiss you, his hands travelling to your hips as he pulls your closer. you kiss back straight away. it was sweet and soft, and when the both of you pulled away, he took in the dark circles under your eyes, and worry filled his own. he looks around the room, and the papers and sticky notes bombarding your desk caught his eye.

“baby, how long have you been studying for?” he says, laughing slightly

“since i woke up” you reply as you walk back to the desk, remembering what you were doing before peter turned up.

“come on you dont need to study anymore,” he says as he walks up behind you sat on the chair, hands on the back of it as he observes you flipping a textbook to the correct page, “you’re gonna do great” he mumbles into your cheek, peppering it with small kisses.

“i only have to go over this last page, i promise it wont take long” you plead

“fine, but dont waste all your energy, i wanna cuddle” peter says, flopping onto your bed

after about 20 minutes, you feel something being thrown at the back of your head. you whip around to see a stuffed bear on the floor next to you, and a smiling peter perched on your bed. his smile falls, as yours is seen to be unreadable.

“hurry upp, im boreddd” peter moans, dragging his words

“okay okay gimme 10 minutes”

peter groans, turning over with his head in a cushion

(10 minutes later)

“baby its been 10 minutes” peter says as his head lifts up, looking towards your slumped figure

“mhm” you reply subconsciously, not really paying attention to what peter was saying, as your pen was going to work on an already filled page of notes.

“get your ass off that chair and come kiss me”

you chuckle at his choice of words, and finally decide to get up, knowing how patient your boyfriend had been. you walk over to your bed, and flop beside peter. he slips his hand beneath your back, and pulls you onto him, both now face to face. you giggle as peter looks at you lovingly.

“you’re so beautiful y/n”

your face turns a light red tint as you place your lips on his. the kiss was long and passionate, whilst his hands went to your waist and yours to his neck. you pull away and snuggle your head into the crook of his neck, him kissing your head with his arms still protectively round your small frame. peter couldnt think of a better way to spend a saturday morning, than having you in his embrace.

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[bbparker]

💫500 Followers Celebration Gift!💫

I can’t honestly thank everyone who follows me! You’re all amazing and beautiful people! So I thought as a celebration I would do a lil’ imagine fever for my beautiful followers!!

So send me ONE of the prompts below with any Marvel or DC character and ill write a imagine based off of it! You must be following me though! This will be open for two days!

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Prompts:

🌼  “Darling, can you please stop randomly summoning me? I was mid-conversation.” “But I missed you.” “You could have called…”

🌼 “I’m a monster” “Maybe I’m into that…”

🌼 “Are you hitting on me and why are you naked?!”

🌼 “I gave you everything! I was a fool for not seeing this earlier…”

🌼”Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?” “You might.”

🌼 “She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground cave.”

🌼 “Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up!”

🌼  “Jess, what the hell! I Thought you were dying!”

🌼  “Wanna make out?” “Why?” “I’m  bored..”

🌼 “I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.”

🌼“Do it. Take a chance, I’m begging you. You don’t want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been.”

🌼 “If you don’t love me, tell me. Please, just let me go.”

🌼  “Ooooo Kinky ~ “

🌼 “Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you.” 

🌼  “I want to believe there is still some good in you.”

🌼 “I made a bet. I lost. It’s simple as that.”

🌼 “Don’t move… I’m going to kiss you now…”

🌼  “I’m not crying, its just dusty in here… stop looking at me!”

🌼  “I’m a villain and you’re a hero…but I like you” 

🌼  “Well, maybe next time you should consider that not everyone wants to be woken up at four in the morning by a- what IS that, anyway?!”

🌼  “Are you… *gulp* wearing a garter?” 

🌼 “You absolute fucking… I’m so angry I can’t even insult you!”

🌼  “I have a strict rule about not killing after 10pm and before 8am”

🌼  “Come out in the snow with me!” 

🌼  “I had a nightmare about you and just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

🌼  “Do you think other worlds have their own kind of drugs? Like something that gets them high?”

🌼  “It’s about practicality, not promiscuity, and you can fuck right off’

🌼  “Do we like… hold hands now?” 

🌼  “You’re mine, and I don’t share…”

#Loki imagine #thor imagine #steverogers imagine #captain america imagine #iron man imagine #tony stark imagine #spider-man imagine #spidermanimagine #peter parker imagine #marvel imagine #hawkeye imagine #IMAGINE #requests #marvel request #hulk imagine #bruce banner imagine #vision impairment #quick silver request #professor x imagine #erik lensherr imagine #mistique imagine #batman imagine #aquaman imagine #womder woman imagine #steve trevour imagine #the flash imagine #diana prince imagine #black widow imagine #natasha romanoff imagine #falcon imagine

[imarvelatthesight]

A Servant’s Secret Pt.1

Summary: A princess must reside in her servant with her feelings toward the Prince, Tom Holland. 

Warnings: Slight anger toward parental figure, sadness

When news arrived to your kingdom that Prince Tom was betrothed to some woman, you were almost affronted. You had never met the prince, but you heard wondrous things about him from kings and queens. He was a honeysuckle; warm and sweet, with dancing colors that radiated in the summer. 

And so, many women pursued him. Princesses, mainly, though common women swooned over Prince Tom. This, however, included you. As the princess of Norway, it was concluded by your father that you would marry another prince. You had hoped that it would be Prince Tom who would court you. 

The afternoon after Prince Tom’s courtship came to your attention, your father found you in your room, staring longingly out your window. The usual scent of cinnamon no longer hung in the air; now replaced with salt drifting through the open window. 

“Y/N darling, are you feeling alright?” He asked, peeking around your door. You did not turn to him. Your eyes weren’t locked on any particular thing in the sea, they were simply somewhere else. “What has you so outlying?”

“Heartache has found its way to me. For reasons I am unsure of, it greatly upsets me that Prince Tom is going to marry.” The door creaked behind you. A moment later, you could feel your father’s palm on your shoulder. 

“Child, you have never met the prince.”

“I am aware, father.”

There was a brief moment of silence. Where there was no noise, the wind carried a full conversation. “This exchange is concerning.” Your father stated. “The prince’s father, King Elliot, has requested that all of the royal families stay with them until the wedding. I have accepted his offer.”

“Father! I cannot believe this, you did not question anyone else of this!” You finally turned to face your father. He was an older man, his hair graying and small wrinkles beginning to form on his tired face. You rarely noticed these features, as king, he was always busy. 

Your father did not answer. Instead, he solemnly walked to your door. He muttered a few words before slamming the door behind him, “we leave within 3 days, be ready”.

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I hope this is alright. This is supposed to take place in like GoT times, but I’ll still call Tom the prince of Britain (or England) and your character the princess of Norway. This will be a racially inclusive story (your character could be any race, some other characters will be dark skinned, biracial, etc.) and there will be at least 1 LGBT+ couple. (Non-sexualized because it drives me crazy when they are portrayed that way in stories.)

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[softstcrs]

Watch out!

Pairing: Peter parker x Reader

Warnings: uhh idek

Gif: google

Summary: you're a normal person sitting in a café with your friend, while people suddenly start screaming and running away. You run outside, trying to help even though you dont have anything to fight with. You warn Spiderman when he almost gets hit.

3 p.m. Everything was like always, you got nothing to do after school, so you just relax with your friend F/n in your Favorite Café. "Say, Y/n, do you think Spiderman's hot?" your friend asks you, showing you her Phone with an Picture of Spiderman being spotted recently. You sighed looking at it, tilting your head looking at your Hot Chocolate.

"F/n, how should i know. He wears a mask, that thing you see everytime on his face you know, that thing he wouldn't take off if he'd be near dying." you scoffed. You had a bad mood since Peter, your friend, cancelled your movie night. Again. "Its not my fault, Peter's ditching you!" she snapped back. You sighed relaxing your shoulders, sitting back against your chair. BOOM. You just heard a huge Explosion. "Fuck! Y/n! We should get outta here!" your friend Panicked. You both grabbed your bags making your way out of the Café. There were bad guys, with guns, threatening people. Shooting around, fire everywhere. Cars devasted, people screaming. Running and Panicking.

"What the hell Happened here?!" you shouted. Your friend panicked too much. "f/n, Go! Go home!" you said to her with a worried expression. "What?! And you? I dont leave you!" she yelled back protesting. You looked back to the group of People when you saw them, going after a Kid. "F/n, look, Go and find your family. Please. Get out of here. I can't just watch. I need to help." she looked down and hugged you tight. "Don't you dare dying on me, Y/n!" she screamed while running towards the big building crowd of Screaming People.

You just have to help. You always wanted to. You had a Kind of Hero-sense. Whenever someone was in trouble, you tried to help. You looked around for any weapon you could find in that mess. Finally, you found a baseball bat. "Not really much, but it should help. At least, for now.." you breathing got heavier and your pulse was out of control. Your blood was boiling, obviously you were scared. But you had to help that child.

"MAMA! PAPA! HELP!" it begged, crying running away. "Little Boy, come here! We can make it quick!" a guy with a weird mustache smirked. The child fell and you hurried towards the little boy. Now, you stood in front of the Boy, holding your bat. "Huh? what do you want little shit! Go away!" he shouted at you raising his gun. "Im not letting you stupid pricks Kill an Innocent child. You already did enough! Just Go already!" you shouted back. Your knees where shivering and your heart beating fast.

"Ready to die, shithead?" he raised his gun higher, pointing at your head. The child hid behind you holding onto your right leg. "Pretty low, attacking children." you heard suddenly someone speaking. It was spiderman! Hanging down from his web, watching you. You immeaditely smiled. You knew, now everything was gonna be okay, because he was a hero. He saved so many lives already. He'd help you too. When you looked at him, a guy from their Group was Throwing something like a Shield after him. "Watch out!" you Warned him. To his luck he heard you, ditching the shield. "Whoa! That was close! Thanks!" he replied. While he was beating these guys up, you realized something. His way to walk. And his voice. These things were familiar. You just couldn't tell yet.

The ambulance and Police showed up. It all was a huge Mess when Spiderman turned to you. "Thanks again, for well, warning me. If that thing would have hit me, i'd definitely would be knocked out right now." he laughed. He seemed so carefree. But why? "My Pleasure. I mean, when will i be able to help spiderman?" you giggled. The child ran back to its parents and they thanked you both. "Well uh, y/n-" he started. "You know my name?" you asked him confused. "uh.. No! No no no, i just.. Uh.. Y-you seem like a Y/n! Sorry! Anyways, i'll see you around!" spiderman stuttered. He threw a web to a building above your head, swinging into the direction of the Sunrise.

“i'll find out who you are, Spiderman. I will, trust me." you whispered to yourself, going home since it got calmer again.

Little did you know, that spiderman was all along, just your friend who ditched you to help his Aunt Grocery shopping.

[f/n= friend's name y/n=your name]

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