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[glazedrogers]

Hello beautiful, I hope you're having a good day ♡

I came to ask you for a request about Sirius, my boy haha

One where he and the reader are starting their relationship and she thinks that maybe he doesn't take her as seriously as her previous ex-boyfriends and that after one night together, their first time together as a couple, she thinks that he's going to leave just like that without knowing that he's enthusiastic about aftercare. 😭💗

hello gorgeous!! Thank you so, so much for this request. This is technically the first thing I'm writing for Sirius (minus my wip) so please give feedback if you want! I hope you enjoy this, happy to have you here!

boyfriend!Sirius Black x fem!reader who finds out Sirius loves aftercare ✿ 823 words

cw: NSFW but no actual smut, fem reader, takes place right after their first time together, comparison of sex with Sirius to previous relationships (vague)

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Truth be told, you aren’t quite sure what to do.

You’re fully spent, thighs still trembling, the echo of Sirius’ grunts and praises still in your ear. Your chest heaves with shaking breaths, and Sirius’ hand traces soft, soothing circles over your heart. You try not to relish in it too much. 

The two of you have only been seeing each other for a few weeks, and now you’re tangled together in the sheets for the first time. You feel thoroughly satisfied, though it wasn’t like you weren’t expecting for it to be good. Hell, even better than good considering he's Sirius Black. It was the best sex you’ve ever had. 

Now though, you aren’t sure what to do. Your exes would stay for a bit, give you a goodbye kiss, and slowly get dressed and leave. It was pretty clear with them. It’s never just been… quiet before. 

You sit up, and Sirius’ hand falls to your thigh before sliding off and landing on the bed. He lets out a groan and throws a hand over his eyes. Both of your bodies are slick with sweat and the scent of sex is still thick around you. 

You stretch your arms over your head, eyes tailing over Sirius’ figure. His arm moves enough to reveal his gaze to you, sharp but still dark with lust as you look over him. 

“I think you’ve killed me.” He tells you with a tired but teasing smirk. A flutter ignites in your belly despite your own exhaustion. You return his smile, and the room is enveloped in silence once again. Eventually, you begin feeling self conscious as Sirius just watches you. You turn, sliding your legs off the side of the bed, preparing to stand. 

“Where are you going?” Sirius asks, hand clasping gently around your arm to stop you from standing. You turn back again, brows furrowing just enough to be noticeable. 

“I was just… going to get dressed?” You say it as a question, now feeling a bit uneasy as he sits up too. 

“Why?” Sirius’ eyes look you over and you try not to squirm. It feels ridiculous considering he was just inside you, talking you through your orgasm. “Is it… did you not- was I not good?”

Your eyes widen, the answer to his question leaving your mouth before you even really know what you’re saying. “What? No! No, you-” Your face feels hot and you almost want to avoid his gaze. “You were perfect.”

“Okay…” Sirius is watching you like he’s trying to decipher a code, his hand flattening against your skin before brushing up and down slowly. “Then why are you running away?”

“I’m not!” You deny, though it’s clear to both of you that you definitely are. “I just- we’re done, right? So I thought…”

Your words trail off, and Sirius raises his eyebrows at you expectantly. “You thought…?”

You hate how awkward this is. You’ve never had to decipher a guy like this after sex before. You wonder how it’s possible for him to know your body so well, and yet here the two of you are acting like awkward, fumbling teenagers. “I thought… you’d want to go?”

Sirius blinks a few times, then you’re shrieking loudly as his grip tightens around your arm again and he tugs you close. He wraps his other arm around your back, pulling your body on top of his.

“And what if I want to stay and love on you, eh?” He asks, hands moving to run up and down your back. “What would ever make you think I’d just want to get dressed and leave?”

“I don’t know.” You admit with a soft shrug, suddenly feeling shy now. “We’ve only been together a few weeks, and you were so quiet, I just thought…”

“Well, I think,” He says, moving one hand to cup your jaw while the other settles on your lower back, just at the base of your spine, “You need to stop thinking. Just… be here. With me.”

Your face and heart soften at the same time. You lower your head to press your lips to his, slow and lingering but neither of you deepen it. One of your hands finds the side of his neck as you pull away, and you can feel his heartbeat beneath your palm. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry.” His words are soft and he pulls you down to kiss you again, harder this time. “I want to stay here, with you, in your bed.” He breaks up his words with kisses and you melt like putty under his hands. “If that’s alright with you.”

“Please,” Your voice comes out breathy against his mouth, an octave higher than usual. You can feel his lips turn up into a smile, but when he pulls back, you realize it’s more of a smirk.

“Keep begging like that, baby, and you might never get me to leave.”

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© prettydaisygirl

[glazedrogers]

Me feeling like Bella every night chossing which man I want to read hard smut about.

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what am i thinking about? oh nothing, just french sirius black saying “body so tea the british are coming” to remus lupin in bed.

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wolfstar

I love sirius' shirt, I feel like he learnt the hard way that dog treats only taste good as a dog

and/or he's wearing James' shirt who learnt that same lesson

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Boyfriend!Peter Summer Headcanons

⌖ some cute headcanons i randomly generated in my braincicles.

⌖ since i’m hot and miserable, i need to occupy my mind with other things than of my misery. i just love him and i think andy peter will always be my precious boy so there!

peter LOVES the heat. Before he was bitten, he 100% preferred spring, but didn’t much care for summer

i read that some spiders thrive during the heat: good weather to help them grow, hunt, and reproduce. Wink wink.

if you aren’t a hot weather person, peter will accommodate to your request even if you dont ask

LOVES going to the pool with you!!! Heh yes he likes going so he can see you in a swimsuit (because he loves whenever you change it up) but he also likes swimming so he can impress you with his muscles and play games with you and your friends

like one time you were playing chicken with him as your partner. (If you dont know what chicken is, you have to have at least 4 people. One person gets on their partners shoulders and they try to push each other into the water/make them fall. Peak childhood game.) He literally didn’t even stress as he picked you up. I mean, yeah, he’s Spider-Man and has all this strength but geez does he need to be so showy about it smh 🙄🫣

another reason he likes the pool is because he likes seeing you fresh out the shower. Skin glowing, smelling like coconuts, hair wet… Peter really does think that you’re are picturesque while you have your back toward him as you brush out your hair. Ugh. Ur just so perf to him.

You have Peter take you to the park at dusk to run around and chase fireflies!! He somehow has like three in his hair before you can even catch one

there’s a little spot between two buildings Peter found after a particularly rough mission that had a nice opening to watch the stars. Peter takes you for a date there as much as he can because you’ll both pack up a little basket and he’ll swing you there. You’ll open up the basket and get the food ready while Peter whips up a little hammock out of his spiderwebs. You always end up falling asleep because the fresh air just knocks you out like a little baby. Peter loves nights like those 🥹

the fourth of July is good for everyone. May cooks some good food, you come over, everyone’s happy. May will insist on driving out to see the fireworks and fuss over the both of you: “are you kids having fun?” “did you eat enought, sweetheart?” “oh, do you both wants some of the good ice cream on the way home?”

Peter loves that you love May, and May loves that Peter loves you. And making her happy had become a major priority for you (and Peter) so you liked taking her to things

late night drives stress peter out due to the amount of car crashes he’d assisted before. So instead, he insists on swinging you everywhere!!

The first couple times? Less than ideal. You wrapped your arms and legs around his front, comforted ONLY by the hand he wrapped around your back as he swung with the other. But you didn’t scream. (Peter noticed that: at waterparks and rollercoasters you never screamed. He asked you about it and you shrugged it off. ‘Too breathless to scream,’ you replied casually, ‘I don’t really know, honestly.’)

After the seventh time swinging, Peter noticed your heartbeat staying relatively steady during the trip and he was just super happy that you trusted him with your life in his hands so literally. Hes just. So perfect. 😓

You convince Peter to get matching shoes with you! They’re nothing flashy- just some reliable blue converse- but hey: they’re yours. Something solid and real, a symbol of the love thats taken the two of you so far. Peter wrote a little note saying ‘Be safe! I love you! - Spider Boy’ in both of your shoes. You wrote ‘Keep kicking butt, Spidey! I’ll always be here to heal ur butt when u need it :)’ You giggled despicably as you wrote it. Your smiley face was a little (read: LOT) crooked because you ran out of room but Peter treasured it like it was a gift from the Queen herself bc thats just the guys he is

takes you to get ice cream. All. The. Time.

Learns how to braid (if your braid your hair) so it takes you less time to get ready for things and because he knows you hate your hair in your face

when he takes you back home, he always gives you a kiss. Either on the lips, temple, cheek, hand, head- you never know. It makes Peter feel like hes in a movie

saving people takes up a lot of time. So he sometimes just comes over to nap or even parallel play in your presence because knowing you are safe is why he does what he does. 🙃

[glazedrogers]

normalise loving a ship while also thinking that one of the characters is your own soulmate

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Himbo James would be so exhausted after exams that he'd just fall at the sight of your tits

stressed himbo!james finding comfort in your tits*. ⋆

cw: fluff 'cause i was feeling like it. fem!reader. james obsessed with your tits duh (no description of size or anything:))

a/n: kinda like and hate this at the same time. let me know if you'd like a smut version:)! anyway, as always any feedback is very much appreciated and remember english isn't my first language!

you barely hear the door closing before james drops everything to the floor, his bag, his keys, his jacket—and if you ask him, his lack of dignity after pretending to be okay during five days of back-to-back exams.

you don’t even get to turn around before a pair of beefy, muscular arms you know so well anchor you to the couch below you. his legs tangle with yours as his head ends up resting on top of your chest, groaning loudly and rubbing his face against you like a cat looking for attention.

“hey jamie” you giggle.

“missed you so much, god.” he groans again, voice muffled by your tits.

his arms wrap around your waist like he’s holding himself to life, his big hands slipping underneath your shirt and stroking your back gently, you wince at the contact.

“james! your hands are cold!” you whine.

you try to tug him upright but he clings.

“noo, don’t care. i missed these— i mean i also missed you, but god, i missed these.” he groans, rubbing his cheek against your chest again.

“okay, you big baby,” you mock. “did you eat already? want me to make you something?” your fingers tangle in his hair, a sigh leaving his mouth when you start scratching his scalp.

“i just wanna eat you,” he murmurs, his head turning slightly to sink his teeth on the side of your left boob.

you flinch. “hey!”

“mm, sorry love. you just look so pretty and yummy and pretty…” he mutters, his voice barely forming the words correctly as he feels the exhaustion from the week finally setting in.

“that’s pretty twice,” you give his head a small peck.

his arms tighten around you, giving a little squeeze. “i thought about you all week.”

“i’m glad, ‘cause i really missed you too,”

“couldn’t bear not seeing you every day,” he says, and even though you can’t see his face you just know he’s pouting.

“well, you were the one who said you couldn’t concentrate when i was around.”

“i know, that’s what i get for having the most beautiful, amazing girlfriend ever.” you smile when his words come out a bit sluggish. it’s more than obvious he’s both physically and mentally worn-out and still, he manages to make you feel like a teenage girl with her first crush.

you don’t answer him and he doesn’t try to talk again either. you lie there with him for what feels like half an hour, deciding to ask him again before he falls asleep.

“are you sure you’re okay?”

“baby, i just spent the most horrifying days of my life buried in books and checking flashcards over and over again, once i even forgot how to spell my name,” he pauses to kiss the exact spot where he bit you. “and the only thing keeping me from collapsing was the memory of you and my girls.”

“did you just call my tits 'your girls'?”

“mhm, ‘cause they’re my girls and i love them so much. not as much as i love you, though.” he hums.

you snort, “okay, drama queen.” you tug at one of his curls and he whines.

“don’t laugh, i’m serious. love you so much i’m never letting you go.”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah,” he hums again, feeling more and more sleepy as the seconds pass by and the comfort of being in your arms relaxes him. “gonna marry you and put your tits in my vows. gonna say 'i do' with my face right here.”

lostrologyy © 2025.

[glazedrogers]

everyone, point and laugh

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i’m feeling nostalgic, so who wants a classic “tony stark’s kid” with clint in the vents, movie nights with nat, and thor and his pop-tarts?

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Remus listening to Jeff Buckley and yearning like he and Sirius weren't just cuddling and kissing in his bed and telling each other "I love you" any chance they felt it appropriate which was a lot of chances... this is a routine at this point.

[glazedrogers]

Right now i need a fat blunt in between my lips a twisted tea in my left hand and a hot 6'5 short tempered man in the right hand and then i just maybe i can go to sleep

[glazedrogers]

more sleepy!peter pleaseee!!!

pairing: peter parker x reader

w/c: 800+

a/n: i had the roles reversed this time lolol - this post is based on x and abt one office reference!

peter loved sleeping next to you.

your bed was always so comfy and you were always so warm.

but sometimes it had its downsides

it could just be the frustration getting to him, but the poor boy couldn’t seem to sleep.

maybe it was the fact that you two were practically sleeping in a freezer. you always told your boyfriend you couldn’t ever fall asleep in a hot box. 

or maybe it could just be you, sleeping so peacefully, without a care in the world, unmoved and unbothered, all while being the world’s biggest blanket hogger. 

he also knew he shouldn’t have drank that extra cup of coffee earlier in the evening, however in his defense, he was exhausted, and he needed that extra boost to get through his last few classes of the day.

as he looked at you, a shiver ran down from his neck and to his spine, feeling goosebumps scatter around his arms.

the dim lamppost outside shines through your window and onto your relaxed face. peter’s jealous of the sweet slumber you’re in.

“y/n?” he reaches out to poke your puffy cheek.

you’re dead asleep. 

you were tucked away across the mattress as he tries tugging the blanket away from you, attempting to spare some for himself. your loose grip allows peter to find comfort in the heat the warm sheets bring when he wraps it around his shoulders, tucking his feet inside and tangling it with yours. 

peter feels himself finally dozing off, his heart rate slowly decreasing. he's halfway asleep when you disrupt him, feeling you gradually snatch the blanket away, stripping him of the toasty covers.

“y/n/n,” he groans. the boy is now restless as he begins to lightly poke your cheek again, “c’mon please?” 

this time, when he reaches for you once more, he feels you quickly wrap your hand around his pointer finger.

“touch me one more time, parker and i swear-”

“i just wanna sleep” he whines. he’s frowning at you with those big eyes, wishing you would turn around to face him. 

“you’re gonna be sleeping by yourself for the rest of your life if you don’t-”

“please,” his voice cracks. peter's desperate to rest and the least you could is to help out.

you heave a sigh, “peter just,” you turn towards him, keeping your lids shut, “close your eyes”

he’s quick to do so tightly, shifting around to get more comfortable, “take some deep breaths.”

peter follows your instructions, “slow your heartbeat down,” he takes a few moments to focus on the task and he begins to feel more at ease than he has the entire night. he waits a bit longer for you to continue.

“and then what?”

silence.

“y/n?”

no answer.

“y/n!” and he’s shaking your shoulders, “you can’t sleep now!”

you groan in annoyance, “just go to sleep, peter”

“you don’t think i would if i could!?” he huffs.

“well, what d’you want me to do?”

“umm,” he takes a few moments to ponder before he suggests, “ask me about my day.” 

you blink one eye open at him, glaring, “it’s 2am... and you want me to ask you how your day was?”

peter blankly blinks in return, offering you a toothy grin, “mm, yea!”

you could only stare back at him blankly as he waits for you, and slowly you ask, “how was your day.”

he’s instantly giddy at your question (which definitely didn’t sound like a question), and breathes out a relieved sigh.

“i’m so glad you asked,” he shakes his head, “it was so tiring.”

he began to ramble on about how eventful his day was. and no matter how hard you tried to fight off sleep, there was something so calming about peter’s voice that puts you to sleep.

“-and she bought me a churro, so that was nice. oh, and you know howard? that homeless man on 31st?”

“mhmgh.” 

gradually, he subconsciously moves closer to you, playing with a loose thread of your blanket and tucking himself in, snug against your body. 

“he told me that he lost his pet pigeons when he got kicked out and he asked me to go help find them for him. i never realized how hard it was to swing while holding a couple of birds. but anyways, i still have-”

peter takes a look at you as you doze off and whines your name.

he’s shocked when you surprisingly move towards him, bringing an arm around his torso and tangling your legs with his.

at last, the boy seems calm down after awhile, focusing his breathing to follow suit with yours. talking did seem to help. now he’s finally warm, laying in bed next to the girl he loves most. and you’re pleased with your effort to help him sleep.

it's only a matter of time until he pipes up again.

“hey y/n, if I was a worm in a top hat who could only communicate with you telepathically, would you still love me?” 

“dammit, peter”

[glazedrogers]

I have an a idea if you only you want to do it, it's all good if you don't want to it for a Peter Parker x fem reader when, Y/n is an employee at a pet store and Peter is a regular that keeps coming to pet the puppies.

𝐏𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → Fluff, mutual pining, casual flirting, puppies, soft!Peter Parker, pet store setting, awkward sweetness.

Summary → Peter visits the pet store twice a week “for the puppies,” but really, it’s the girl behind the counter he loves.

You’re cleaning the puppy pen when you hear the jingle. The bell above the front door has become your unofficial soundtrack every Tuesday and Friday afternoon.

You don’t even have to look up. “Hey, Peter.”

“Hey,” his voice is soft and shy, like always. “You, uh… got new puppies?”

You turn to face him, already smiling. “Three. Just came in this morning. Two labs and a German shepherd. Wanna meet them?”

Peter’s already toeing off his shoes and stepping onto the padded play area before you finish. His face lights up like Christmas morning as two wiggly lab pups tumble into his lap.

You lean on the gate, watching him laugh as one puppy gnaws on his hoodie strings. “Still can’t take one home?”

He sighs dramatically. “Nope. Aunt May says if I bring home one more living thing, I’ll be the one sleeping in the crate.”

You laugh. “That’s tragic.”

He glances up at you, cheeks slightly pink. “At least I have you guys. And I mean… you. And the dogs. But like—also you.”

Your brows lift. “Smooth.”

“I try.”

Peter visits twice a week. Sometimes he stays twenty minutes. Sometimes an hour. Always with the same excuse: “I needed a puppy fix.” But lately, you’ve noticed he spends more time watching you than the animals.

You pretend not to notice, even though it gives you butterflies.

“So,” he says as one puppy clumsily climbs onto his shoulder, “I don't think I ever asked this before, but how’d you end up working here? You like dogs?”

“Nah, I hate ‘em,” you deadpan. “I’m here for the free fur in my mouth.”

He laughs, genuine and unguarded. It makes your chest ache a little.

“I started in high school,” you explain. “Needed a job. Stayed because it’s hard to leave when you fall in love with every single tail-wagger that walks in.”

Peter nods. “I get that.”

There’s a pause. The puppies have started dozing off, and Peter’s stroking the ears of the German shepherd with the gentlest fingers.

“I like it here,” he says quietly.

“I like it here,” he says softly, still petting the sleepy puppy in his lap.

You tilt your head. “Yeah? The puppies are that good, huh?”

Peter bites his bottom lip, then glances at you, nervous but determined. “I mean… yeah, they’re great. But I-uh-kinda mostly come to talk to you. I like… you.”

Your heart gives a little jump. “Me?”

“Yeah,” he says quickly, looking down. “I mean-you’re just-you’re always so nice, and funny, and you know everything about these dogs, and your smile’s kinda... um, really nice. And I just thought-if you ever wanted to hang out sometime, like outside of the store, maybe… I could buy you coffee? Or something?”

You’re smiling now. A full grin. “So you don’t come here just for the puppies?”

He rubs the back of his neck, cheeks pink. “Okay, like... 70% puppies. 30% you. Maybe 40%.”

You giggle. “That’s fair. I guess I can spare a coffee date for the guy who keeps my pups entertained twice a week.”

Peter blinks. “Wait-really?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “But only if you keep coming back.”

He nods fast. “Oh, I will. I definitely will.”

You smirk. “And you don’t get to name one any weird names just so we’re clear.”

Peter gasps dramatically. “Okay, wow. Personal attack.”

You shrug, trying not to laugh. “Just looking out for the puppies' dignity.”

He grins, his eyes crinkling. “Fine. I’ll save a weird name for my own dog. Someday.”

You smile. “Planning ahead, huh?”

He rubs the back of his neck, gaze dropping. “I mean… maybe. Just sounds nice, y’know? A dog. Someone to come home to. Someone who’s happy to see you.”

You pause. “That does sound nice.”

He meets your eyes then, earnest and a little shy. “Yeah. But for now, I’ll take coffee with you.”

Your heart flutters. “It’s a good start.”

He grins, cheeks pink, hope glowing behind his awkward charm.

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[glazedrogers]

Hello! Hope you're doing ok. Can i request Tom! Peter Parker x reader with this

Prompt : "why are you acting like this?" "why do you think?!"

𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚?

mcu!peter parker x fem!reader

summary: 1.0k

"Yeah? You sure it's just studying that's doing that?" he bites. Okay.

"Peter," you snap, finally and somehow just now at your wit's end. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"We're all talking now," he says, but the vicious bite in his tone seems to have fizzled out.

"Alone," you hum with a placating smile.

or the one where peter gets jealous and starts badmouthing you at your birthday party.

a/n: can be read as tasm!peter as well, but there's a reference to ned so i feel like it def reads better for mcu!!

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You didn't think inviting your best friend of seven years to your birthday party would be a bad idea. You thought it would be a great one, actually. A no brainer. He'd been so wonderful at the last six. He'd even planned your twenty-first all on his own without any help, and it'd been a blast.

But this year, for some unknown reason, he seemed hell-bent on ruining your birthday.

"She's not that good at school, you know," Peter sighs into his cup, eyeing the man across from him. Jason. The kid you'd been tutoring in chemistry for the last semester and you'd invited last minute. Honestly, it'd been such a whirlwind of a comment, you hadn't been sure he was actually coming until he'd rolled up to your apartment with a bottle of white and a gift.

"I had to help her every day after school to keep her from failing senior year," Peter continues, despite the daggers you were shooting him from across the table.

Why was he lying? Sure, you'd gone over to his and May's place after school more often than not, but that was more an excuse to spend time with your friend than have him keep you off the metaphorical chopping block.

"I don't know man, she's been pretty good with me," Jason shrugs off the comment. It softens your anger a bit. Just barely.

"Yeah? You sure it's just studying that's doing that?" he bites. Okay.

"Peter," you snap, finally and somehow just now at your wit's end. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"We're all talking now," he says, but the vicious bite in his tone seems to have fizzled out.

"Alone," you hum with a placating smile. You're doing your damndest not to ruin the night for your other friends at the table, but you can tell from their lingering stares that idea is hanging on by a thread.

"Oh, yeah- uh, sure," he stutters, hesitantly pushing his seat back and following where you'd stormed off to your bedroom. You feel a bit like a looney tunes character, cartoonish steam surging out from your ears. He shuts the door behind him quietly.

"What are you doing?" you ask. You're fuming. Heat surges through you from nostrils down to toes. You think if you were to spit, it'd burn a hole through the carpeting.

"Wha... I don't..." he swallows, jaw clenching. It burns you hotter, though it's unfortunately more than rage warming your system. God, you hate that he still has that effect on you. After all these years, after all the hours you'd spent in his presence, he still had the ability to reduce you to this.

"Why are you acting like this? You've never... been like this," you huff. "And on my birthday?"

He says your name softly, stepping forward.

"I'm not trying to..." he trails off, eyes scanning your figure. The silence washing over you leaves you feeling far more vulnerable than you'd felt a minute ago. "Why do you think I'm acting like this?"

"I don't know," you mumble. You look down at the ground. He steps closer, one hand coming up to your chin to lift your eyes back up to his. You have to force yourself to take a deep breath before you continue. "You were so normal before everyone came over, and then suddenly at dinner you're belittling me and being-"

"A dick," he finishes. "I was being a dick."

"Yeah," you snicker in spite of yourself. "You were being a dick."

His adam's apple bobs as he prepares himself to continue. "I don't like Jason."

"So you were mean to me about it?" you ask.

"Just... just listen to me for a second, okay?" He waits for you to nod. You want to kiss him. Or punch him. "Your friend... Jason... He's just, so... Jock-y. And he's kind of an asshole. And I'd never even heard of him before tonight because you'd never said his name when you told me about your tutoring sessions and then suddenly he's at your door for your birthday party and you're looking at him with these big moony eyes and I just-"

He inhales sharply. If anything, the boy sure knew how to ramble.

"I just hate him," Peter finishes.

"I don't understand," you say.

His eyes fall shut, head tipping back, still holding onto your jaw.

"I hate that you invited him to your birthday. I hate that he showed up. I hate how much I hate that he's here because it's making me say things I don't mean," he sighs. "I hate that you like him as much as you do."

"Are you jealous, Peter?" you ask softly. His eyes open again, big and wide and staring imploringly into yours. He chews on the inside of his cheek for a second before he nods.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm jealous," he admits. "And I know that's silly because you have other friends here and it wasn't even supposed to be just us-"

He isn't given a chance to finish that excuse though before you've leaned in that extra couple inches and slanted your lips against his. You can feel his surprise. He stiffens, hand trembling against your jaw for a second, before he surges forward with more enthusiasm than you've seen in him since him and Ned finished the LEGO millennium falcon sophomore year of high school. All of him, every inch of him that he can manage, presses into you. A hand finds your waist, the other sliding back from your jaw to cup the back of your head. His head tilts as he attempts to deepen the kiss only to let out a whine when you pull back.

"You- What was that?" he asks. "Not- not that I'm complaining."

"You don't need to be jealous," you whisper. Back outside your bedroom, you hear the rest of your guests shouting for you to hurry up so that they can cut the cake and have you blow out your candles. Reluctantly, you're able to pull yourself out of Peter's ironclad grip on you.

"C'mon. You can help me brainstorm a new wish," you say as you grab his hand to lead him back out to the party.

"A new wish?" he asks.

"First one already came true."

[glazedrogers]

isn't that crazy?

peter parker x fem!reader

summary: reader storms into peter's apartment, upset over her last tinder date being a complete tool and refusing to eat her out. peter gets a little... distracted.

wc: ~2.1k

cw: ! MDNI ! not full smut, but descriptions of peter being hard, talking about oral (fem!receiving), dry humping, hints of peter being an absoulte munch, swearing, peter getting so embarassed he makes half-jokes to himself about suicide, friends to lovers sexual tension babyyyyyyyyyy

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he didn't mean it. honestly.

in fact, there's nothing peter wanted more in this moment than not to be painfully hard. but here he was, and he didn't know what the fuck to do.

you had let yourself into his apartment with your spare, angrily marching down his hallway already yelling, up in arms about your latest shitty tinder hook up. his bedroom door slammed open, causing him to jump from where he was working at his desk. he looked to you with wide eyes as you continued the rant you'd started upon entering the threshold of his apartment.

"i mean, seriously? i give you the best head of your life, and you return with saying how 'disgusting' going down on me would be? and then you have the audacity to get mad at me when i don't want to fuck you? what the fuck is wrong with the men of new york?!"

you threw yourself down on his bed, frustrated sighs wracking through your chest as you attempted to calm yourself down, hands rough in your hair. peter stared back with bewilderment, and unfortunately, upon the thought of eating you out, an insane hard-on.

it's not like you hadn't talked about sex in the past five years of knowing peter, the two of you told each other everything. peter had just never seen you so... vulgar about it. so frustrated. he knew he needed to come up with a response — hell, he should've a solid thirty seconds ago — but he was currently willing his blood to stay in the upper half of his body, failing miserably as he couldn't fight off images of you spread for him out of his mind.

"what do you think, pete?" your voice snapped him back to earth.

"w-what?"

you gave a shrug, staring down at your lap and thankfully not seeing peter adjust himself and bring a sweatshirt into his own lap.

"i dunno, maybe i'm being the crazy one here. is it so bad to want head in return?" you stared at him expectantly, like you hadn't just asked him the most insane question he'd ever heard.

he shook his head a little too quickly, mentally cringing at how awkward he was being. parker, pull your shit together!

"no," he responded honestly. "i don't think you're being crazy." i think he's crazy for not wanting to.

you gave another heavy sigh, this time your turn to shake your head. "this is the third guy in a row who was appalled i even dare to bring it up. isn't that fucking crazy?"

peter nodded as though he was in a trance, eyes glossy as he stared at you. his reply fell to a whisper, not trusting the pitch of his own voice right now. "fucking crazy."

he held your gaze for a while as you sat in a comfortable silence. maybe for you, peter, however, was looking for any possible exit strategy that could come his way. his mind was going a million miles per hour, rushing thoughts of having you under him keeping him twitching against his sweatpants. he shifted in his seat, a lapse of judgment on peter's end as the sweatshirt in his lap moved against his groin, a sharp exhale falling from his gaped lips as he did everything in his power to hold back a moan.

if you noticed, you didn't let him know, giving him a soft smile as you stood from his bed to walk closer, gaze now heavy on the physics notes sprawled on the desk. you leaned over his shoulder, a hand on the back of his chair to stabilize yourself as you peered down.

"i'm sorry for complaining about my trashy sex life, this looks a thousand times more important. jesus, what even is all this?"

you leaned down further, your chest now brushing against his shoulder blade as you skimmed the papers, breath hot against his ear. normally, your proximity was no issue for peter — you've been best friends for years, touch wasn't foreign. but with his current circumstances, your touch against him was sending his senses into overdrive, and he was going to combust.

"j-just... physics... i-i guess." he stuttered, not daring to move his head a millimeter as your cheek nearly grazed his own.

you gave a gentle chuckle, the sound earning a groan deep in peter's throat before he knew to stop it. "yeah, i could figure out that much, parker. what's up with you? you're being weird."

you pull back slightly to adjust, immediately turning around to sit on peter's knee. again, it was something you'd done hundreds of times before with no other thoughts or implications, but with the sinful chains around his thoughts right now, it only threw him off more. you went to grab the sweatshirt in his lap, hoping to shift onto him more comfortably. he immediately grabbed your hand to stop you.

"no! i-i mean, i'm fine. i'm not being weird." he let go of your hand, crossing his arms and giving you a shrug, his best attempt at coming off nonchalant. his best wasn't good enough.

"yeah right, peter. what's your prob-" while speaking, you had grabbed for the sweatshirt quicker this time, using the momentum to immediately swing your leg over both his thighs to sit in his lap properly. you sat down fully, cheeks instantly flushing pink, "oh."

there were many times in his life when peter thought about ending it all, but none as much as now. he was going to have to either move countries, or jump from the empire state without his web shooters. those were the only two options circling his head as his wide eyes met yours, a red tint taking over his entire upper body.

"i'm so sorry, h-holy shit," he breathed out, grabbing at your hips to lift you off of him so he could get out of here as quickly as possible. you resisted him, though, doing what you could to fight against him and stay firmly planted on his lap. that made him panic even more. because, of course. he wasn't going to have time to kill himself. you were going to kill him first.

"i-i tried to, i don't... i'm so sorry."

you put your hands on his chest, a genuine look of bewilderment splayed across your features. "is that... is this because of me? what i was talking about?"

not only were you going to kill him, you were going to torment him about it first. and he knew he deserved it.

"pete—"

"i'm so sorry, please let me go, i didn't, i—"

"pete, listen to me."

"this is so embarrassing, i really didn't mean to—"

"peter," you let out his name in a voice he hadn't heard before, something torn between a growl and a moan — all while dragging your hips up against him. he gave a shaky exhale at the pressure, the feeling of you rutting against his cock stopping his guilty rambling.

you found his gaze, his pupils blown and irises dark, a direct correlation to the twitching of his cock as you gave him another soft roll of your hips. his hands found your hips again, holding you firmly in place to stop the teasing movement. his brows knit together, geunine confusion plastered across his face.

"what... what are you doing?" he was breathless, chest heaving as he stared back at you. you hesitantly reached a hand to his hair, palm splaying out on his scalp as your thumb traced circles on his temple. even in his worst possible moments, you were there to calm him down. he had absolutely no idea why you weren't yelling at him, or what you were even still doing here, but he wasn't going to fight it. he melted into your touch, and his breathing hitched as you leaned in closer.

"have you always felt this way?" you whispered, breath against his cheeks sending goosebumps across his body.

"felt... what?" he tried to play dumb, despite the fact that you could also feel how excruciatingly hard he was against you. when he daydreamed about confessing he was in love with you, this was never a scenario in his head.

you let your hand graze slowly down the side of his face, fingers coming to trace his sculpted jawline. his breath didn't just hitch at this point, he was pretty sure his lungs stopped working entirely.

"why haven't you ever said anything?" it wasn't angry, it was a genuine question.

he let out a scoff, a hand leaving your hip to scratch the back of his neck, embarrassment covering his features for the hundredth time this evening. "yeah, well. this isn't exactly how you want to tell your best friend you love her."

your eyes widened, and peter's followed, realization of his words hitting him.

"you love me?"

"holy shit, that's, i didn't, oh my god that's—"

peter's panic was cut off and replaced with awe as he felt your lips crash against his, a feeling he'd been dreaming of since the day he'd met you back in high school. he immediately reciprocated, tilting his head to deepen the kiss and letting a long overdue moan escape from his lips. you smiled against it, both hands interlocking with those brown curls you'd been dying to run your hands through, just like this.

peter nipped at your bottom lip, earning a sharp gasp from you that allowed his tongue much-needed entry into your mouth. the kiss was nothing short of hungry, years of pent-up feelings being released hot and noisily as peter bruised his lips against yours.

he pulled back sharply, out of breath and looking at you as though you weren't real. "wait, i dont... you...?"

you laughed at the lack of his question, though instantly understanding him. you gave a soft nod, a blush creeping over your cheeks as you brought your hands to cup his face. while the kiss was downright sinful, the way you looked at him filled him with nothing but reverence.

"every shitty tinder date happened after i chickened out of telling you how i felt. i just couldn't stand to lose you, peter." you added sadly.

he gave you a knowing look, nodding in agreement. "i know what you mean," he squeezed your hips, a contagious smirk controlling his lips. "wait, you've been going on shitty tinder dates since we moved out for college three years ago."

you returned the smirk, fingers trailing down to ghost the tendons in his neck. "i know."

peter pulled you in again, no longer embarrassed at the desperate noises escaping his throat as he attacked your lips, this kiss somehow hungrier than the last. you grinded down against him again, a raspy "fuck" leaving his swollen lips as he held a firm grip on your hips to keep you moving.

you chuckled at his desperation.

"you're telling me i could've been doing this the whole time instead of shitty jocks thinking its gross to make a woman feel good?" you sighed out as he trailed down your neck, teeth nipping and bruising your soft flesh as he continued to move against your hips, leaving you to soak up the feeling out how hard he was underneath you.

peter groaned in frustration, standing quickly with you still wrapped around his hips. he held you with one arm as though you weighed nothing, lips still attached to the pulse point in your neck. he used the other to catch himself as he threw you down onto his bed. you gasped, your back hitting the soft mattress as you took in peter's frame over you, hands on either side of your head.

he pulled back from his artwork on your neck, his jaw clenched. "i can't believe anyone could ever tell you such nonsense,"

he leaned down again to peck at your lips, hands making their way down to explore your sides. "i can't tell you what an honor it is to even think about how good you taste," he growled in your ear.

you gave a gasp, his words alone enough to have your cunt aching, as if you hadn't been since the second you sat down on his lap. "you... you think about that?"

he let out a chuckle as he sat back, his hands teasingly making their way to the button of your jeans. he ran his fingers under your waistline as his other hand tugged at your zipper, the feeling of your muscles tensing under his touch driving him absolutely crazy.

"more times than you could torture out of me," he pulled your jeans down, nearly finishing in his sweats at the sight of the delicate lace underwear against your burning skin.

"can i show you what i think about, sweetheart?"

[glazedrogers]

172 setting 57 dialogue do you think with Peter ( I want those extra points) 🩷🩷

haha thanks for playing <3

tasm!Peter Parker x gn!reader who teases him about his room [527 words]

CW: ¹⁷²⁾ a childhood bedroom, ⁵⁷⁾ “is that a fucking chicken?!”, no pronouns or gender markers used for reader, Peter references being "inside" of reader [implied previous sexual encounter], teasing, fluff

You stand rather uselessly in the middle of Peter’s childhood bedroom; posters, polaroids and various nerdy paraphernalia littering almost every inch of his walls as you spin on the spot, eager to take it all in. 

“Sorry about her,” Peter huffs self-consciously on behalf of Aunt May, a hand on the back of his neck as he rubs at it nervously, “she’s excited I- well, I don’t bring people over often.” 

Your surprised grin turns salacious. “Awe, Parker…does that make me special?” You croon. His nervous smile turns jokingly stern. 

“Enough.” 

“I don’t know, Pete…” You hum thoughtfully, stepping forward to peruse the stacks and stacks (and stacks and stacks) of books flowing comically off of the bookshelf designated for them. “You’re gonna make me think you’re into me or something.” 

He huffs from somewhere behind you, but you can hear the smile in it. “I’m not sure if you recall, lovely, but I’m not just into you; I’ve actually been inside of you, so…” 

“God, Parker, you’re coming on a little strong. S’kind of embarrassing for you.”

“Stop it.” He laughs. 

You don’t. “Having a crush is so juvenile.”

With a swish, splat, and a fwip, you’re pressed up against Peter’s front as he smirks down at you. “Are you trying to tell me you don’t have a crush on me?”

You narrow your eyes even though your heart beats erratically in your chest, pretending to think about it. “No.”

“No?”

“Nope.” You confirm, letting him rock the two of you side to side gently as he scans your face like he’s trying to commit every inch of it to memory. 

He leans his forehead down to touch yours. “What do you call this, then?” He asks against your lips; touching but not kissing. You try standing on your tiptoes, hoping to encourage him to. 

“I don’t know…” you whisper. “I was thinking love.”

He hums appreciatively before he fully presses his lips to yours, deepening it and bending you backwards just so before he’s straightening the two of you back up. 

“Think you can behave and stop teasing me long enough to get what I need off of my computer?”

And, listen, you really were prepared to yield to his wishes, but then your eyes catch on something hanging upside down from the ceiling over his shoulder, and all bets are off.

“Is…is that a fucking chicken?!” You all but squeal, and Peter turns to see the rubber chicken he’d stuck to the ceiling, opposite from where he used to hang upside down by the door. 

“Alright, you’re done.” He huffs before he has you thrown over his shoulder, ripping a delighted squeal turned laugh out of you.

“Peter!”

“Nope.” He states simply before tossing you onto his bed; you’re breathless as you bounce once, staring up at him as he hovers over you with a grin. “You’re in timeout now. How’s that for juvenile?” 

“You’re something else, Parker.” You hum appreciatively, tracing a line from his hairline and down his nose with a gentle finger. His smile falls softer, even as his words remain facetious. 

“Finally, the first correct thing you’ve said all day.”

© ellecdc; do not copy, translate, or repost my work anywhere under any circumstances.

[glazedrogers]

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻𝚂...?! | 𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙸𝙽 𝙱𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚈

Pairings: Robin Buckley x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,069 words

Summary: Robin has a crush. A huge one. On Hawkins High’s walking sunbeam and part time diner waitress. But Robin’s convinced she’s into Steve. Until one shift at Family Video turns into the cutest kind of freakout.

Contains: Fluff, WLW mutual pining, soft chaos, emotional panic, sunshine x awkward

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The bell over the Family Video door jingled, and Robin didn’t even look up at first.

She was behind the counter, chewing on the end of her pen, half-reading a return log and half-listening to Steve ramble about some girl who smiled at him at the gas station.

Until you walked in.

Soft pink scrunchie in your hair. White sneakers. A pastel sundress that swished when you moved. Like the damn sun had decided to take human form and wander into her workplace.

Steve straightened instantly. “Okay, hold up. Now that’s a chick.”

Robin’s head snapped up even though she'd already clocked the sound of your walk, the exact shape of your silhouette in the glass, the way her heart always sped up just a little too fast when you were near.

She tried to play it cool. Really, she did.

“Oh. Yeah.” She shrugged like it meant nothing. “I know her.”

Steve turned to her, brows lifted. “You know her?”

Robin cleared her throat. “I mean… not really. Just... we’re in the same biology class. She’s the one who brings those glitter pens and always has, like, fruit-scented highlighters. And she knows all the answers but never makes you feel stupid. And she smells like strawberry shampoo and once she lent me a pencil when I forgot mine and said—” She stopped, color rushing to her cheeks. “I’ve seen her around.”

Steve blinked.

Robin turned back to the return log. Her ears were bright red.

You walked up to the counter and gave them both a polite, cheerful smile that made Robin’s knees feel like they could go rogue at any second.

“Hi! Do you guys have Heathers in?”

“Yup, sure do!” Steve was already halfway around the counter. “Robin, check the binder?”

She didn’t need to. She knew it was in. She’d shelved it herself two days ago. Still, she flipped through for show, fingers a little shaky.

“One copy,” she said, disappearing into the back to grab it.

When she returned and handed it to you, your fingers brushed, and your smile was even warmer than the weather outside.

“Thanks, Robin.”

She barely managed a “no problem” before you turned and walked out.

She watched until the door closed.

You came back the next day.

And the next. Each time, Steve greeted you like he was ready to date you yesterday.

And each time, Robin shrunk a little more behind the counter.

You always smiled at her, though.

Always lingered, just a second longer than necessary.

But that had to mean nothing, right? You were like that with everyone. Robin had seen you be just as kind to the postman, to the kid who ran the photo booth at the mall. You were sunshine. Friendly and open and... probably not into girls. And definitely not into her.

Each time with a movie in mind, or a question about release dates, or just to browse and chat about whatever tape Robin happened to be shelving. Steve tried his luck a couple times, always leaning on the counter, trying to be charming, but you always talked to Robin, too. Always said her name. Always gave her a smile that felt like it was just for her.

Still, Robin wasn’t stupid.

You were sweet with everyone. Friendly, warm, sunshine in a dress. You probably smiled at your mailman like that, too. It didn’t mean anything.

And besides, you were probably into Steve. Everyone was into Steve.

So she stayed quiet. Watched from behind the counter. Wrote dumb little notes in the margins of her bio notebook about covalent bonds and girls with cherry lip balm.

Then one Thursday, Steve was late.

Robin had opened the store by herself, cranky about it but trying not to let it show. She was rearranging the comedy shelf when the door jingled again.

You walked in, hair twisted up with a claw clip, jean jacket over your dress, a tote bag slung over one shoulder.

“Steve’s not here yet?” you asked, your eyes scanning the counter.

Robin shook her head. “He’s running late.” You're definitely into Steve. She thought.

You nodded but didn’t move to leave.

Instead, you stepped a little closer, resting your arms on the edge of the counter. “That’s okay. I actually, um… kinda came to see you anyway.”

Robin blinked. “Me?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, eyes bright but nervous. “I, uh... I’ve got closing shift at the diner tonight. We stop serving around nine. And I was wondering…”

She swore her heart skipped three beats.

“…If you maybe wanted to come by? I could make you a shake? Or, like, fries? Or… I don’t know, if you’re not busy.”

Robin stared at you like you’d just asked her to marry you.

“You want me to?” she started.

“Yeah.” You tucked your hair behind your ear, clearly flustered. “I mean, I’ve been meaning to ask. I just… figured this is easier for our biology project.”

Oh, sure. The darned biology project.

Robin blinked. Then blinked again.

“I’d love that,” she said, barely managing not to squeak.

You grinned. “Then it is. Nine, okay?" And with a little wave, you turned and walked out the door.

Robin stood frozen, replaying the entire interaction on a loop, heart pounding so loud it was dizzying.

Five minutes later, Steve burst in, keys jangling, clearly out of breath.

“Sorry, sorry. I overslept. What’d I miss?”

Robin turned to him, eyes wild.

“She asked me out,” she whispered.

Steve blinked. “What?”

“She asked me out.”

Steve looked like he was shocked. “No way."

“She’s not... I mean it's for a project..” Robin shook her head, overwhelmed.

But like the idiots they were, Steve and Robin convinced themselves it meant something else. “She likes girls. She asked me. Out.”

Steve just clapped her on the back.

Robin was still standing there ten minutes later, shocked and smiling like an idiot.

Because biology class and highlighters and strawberry shampoo aside, you liked her. Or so she thinks so.

And she was absolutely, hopelessly, she was head over Converse for you.