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[sometimes-i-get-ideas]

Birthdays aren’t always happy days

Pairing: Peter Parker x best friend!reader

Words: 888

Warnings: mention of alcohol, mention of death, grief

A/n: Happy New Year everyone!! Thank you for the 6 followers it’s nothing but it means the world! I’m back at it with my favorite boy! It’s really angsty so bear with me. Hope you enjoy! P.S: Thanks Juliette for the icon, u da best ;)

Plot: You and Peter have been best friends since you joined the Avengers. You always made sure to celebrate his birthday no matter what. The world could wait for just one night. Well, not on his eighteenth birthday apparently. 

When Peter lost his best friend, he just turned eighteen. In fact, they were celebrating his birthday when some villain whom he doesn’t even remember the identity or the crusade came attacking the headquarters. All hands were on deck, trying to save themselves and the world. The enemy came for Peter, and Y/N sacrificed herself for him. There wasn’t a body to bury; she just vanished at the same time the enemy did. And he yelled, for what felt like years.

His nineteenth birthday came around, and nobody even questioned to celebrate it or not. All of them were just grieving. Bucky only left a bottle of whiskey in front of Peter’s door, considering he earned the right to drown his sorrows. 

His twentieth birthday happened, and he did what they had promised each other years before. Doing a road trip through Europe for two months. To take a break from their superhero’s life and all the responsibilities and growing up that came with it. He did it for himself, or that’s what he told everyone. He actually just wanted to make her happy. Wherever she was. 

His twenty-first birthday was kind of a blur. He was wrathful. So he just watched over Queens all day and night, so that he could take his anger out on petty thieves and bullies. He knew that it wasn’t what a superhero was supposed to do, but he didn’t care. If his life wasn’t messed up, he would be getting black-out drunk in some pub with his best friend. But she wasn’t here. And he hated her for that. 

His twenty-second birthday marked the fourth-year anniversary of her death. And it started to get easier. They all celebrated it, even Aunt May and Ned were part of the festivities. They also celebrated Y/N. They needed it. Especially Peter. They were in the reconstruction stage of their grief. Finally contemplating life without her physically in it. 

His twenty-third birthday was just around the corner. He just wanted to get drunk with his friends, but he was a superhero and duty called. There was an intruder in the headquarters. Bringing back terrible memories for everyone. He was leaving from Ned’s place when he got the call. And so Peter’s night was screwed and Spider-man was flying to the tower. When he arrived, all his fellow Avengers were heartbroken. He was worried that they lost another of their own. But he checked and everybody was there. Even Y/N. Which he thought was a hallucination, like he has had many times before. When she sent him flying through the window, he understood the somber looks on everyone’s face. She was back, but she wasn’t his best friend anymore. 

His twenty-fourth birthday was even worse than any other before. Because this year Y/N wasn’t dead, she was here in front of him but she wasn’t the way he remembered. She was lost. Lost in the darkness, consumed by evil. They locked her up in a cell in the tower, like some random villain. It was hard, really hard but necessary. Peter couldn’t even look at her. He sometimes even wished that she was actually dead rather than this way. Then the next second he felt guilty to think that. She was still his best friend. Broken maybe, but broken things can be fixed.

His twenty-fifth birthday was spent like any other day since Y/N came back. They all were trying to find a cure to make her better, to make her herself again. Nothing worked, the problem wasn’t neurological, nor biological, nor alien, nor anything they could think of. Wanda even used her witchy powers but in vain. They were starting to give up. Well, Peter wasn’t, he just felt useless. So before going to sleep that night, he went talking to her. Pouring his heart out to her, telling her old memories, what the years without her felt like, about his European road trip, and everything that he wished she was here for. After his monologue he couldn’t look at her, too vulnerable to stare into her evil eyes. Then he heard crying and looked up. He could see in her eyes that it was her, the real her. He was ecstatic, calling everyone to come down there. And in a split second before the other could reach her, she disappeared, and her evil self came back. He was crushed, but he had found a solution. He knew it! They just needed to find a way to make it stick. 

His twenty-sixth birthday was warm and happy. Like he wanted for years. Like he so desperately needed. Not because of the alcohol but thanks to Y/N being back. She was finally fixed, back to her normal self. And it felt like she never left, like she never was evil, like these last few years were just an awful nightmare he finally woke up from. They had a lot of catching up to do, so at one point, they left the party to be alone. And just talk for hours about the past, the present but especially the future that involved a new trip to Europe to celebrate their thirties. And this time they would be together. Happy as can be. 

[sometimes-i-get-ideas]

Relax

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Words: 2015

Warnings: smut and cursing 

A/n: So it’s the first one shot I ever published on Tumblr, the first smut I write and also the first thing with the Avengers so be gentle with me but don’t hesitate to give your opinion, it’s more than welcome! Also, Peter is 22 and you’re 21. Hope you enjoy it! 

Plot: You’ve been an Avenger for a couple of years now, but it started to really weigh on your shoulders lately. You can’t seem to relax or control your powers especially when it comes to your superhero appearance. When you’re in full superhero mode your hands and eyes are fully black, looking like they’re undergoing necrosis, but even in your normal state, they stay this way nowadays. But maybe you can find a way to relax. 

Y/N was lying on the couch in the headquarters’ living room. Wanda was next to her, playing with her powers. Tony was on the couch opposite of them, working on a tablet and Steve was on the chair next to him reading To Kill a Mockingbird. The room was quiet until Y/N sighed.  

"I just don’t know how you guys do it. I’m literally so pissed right now that I could actually kill someone. I hate the feeling. I can’t even make my hands normal again!"

Her hands were black once more. She rubbed them on her eyes and sighed again, almost crying. 

"Shit." She let out. 

Wanda moved closer to her.

"Well, you just need to find something to relieve you. Like meditation. Or even weed."

"I fucking tried both, doesn’t work. And the more missions I do the more pissed I get."

"You need to have sex. That what you need." Cap said, without even looking up at her. 

"Wow, dude what the fuck?"

"He is right. Sex is a good way to get dopamine quickly." Tony added.

"Oh my god I feel like I’m talking to my parents about sex, it’s sooo wrong. Plus I don’t have time to find a hookup."

Wanda grabbed her shoulders.

"There’s plenty of people here."

« Ew, no that’s gross, plus you guys are too old for me."

"I’m not that much older than you." 

"Yeah but you’re straight."

"Well yeah okay that’s true."

"So back to square one."

Natasha entered the living room, having heard all the conversation.

"Peter is only one year older than you. And I feel like he could use the relief too. He’s always so tense."

"I heard that Nat." Peter yelled from his room.

Y/N looked up quickly to the hallway. 

"Wow, great!" She dropped her head heavily on the couch and sighed again.   

"How much did you hear?"

"Everything. Spidey-hearing remember." He yelled again.

"Shit."

"I heard worst don’t worry. »

Someone knocked on Peter’s door. He lifted his head from his web-shooters he was working on.

"Come in." He said looking at the door.

Y/N stepped into his room, closing the door behind. 

"Hey dude, what’s up?"

"Well, huh, I’m still weird out that you heard the conversation."

"That’s it?" He laughed.

"Yeah, well didn’t know you were there."

"It happens a lot, don’t worry. It’s like I never heard it."

"Great. Okay. Thanks." She started taping her left foot on the floor.

He went back to his web-shooters, thinking that she was gonna leave.

"How do you do it?"

"Huh?" He looked back at her.

"How do… You know, relax?"

"Well, to be honest, I never fully."

"Not my question."

He hesitated, sighed and dropped the tools he was working with.

"Well okay, hum." He rubbed his hands on his face. "I usually jerk off." 

"And that works?"

"Like I said not fully. But it helps at least a bit."

He closed his eyes and breathed heavily. 

"But I could die for someone sucking my dick. Fuck."

"I could die for sex."

"It’s been two years since I touched someone other than myself."

"Yep, me too."

They high-fived and laughed.

"If I would have known, I wouldn’t be an Avenger. Trust me."

They laughed again. Then the room went quiet.

"Maybe Natasha’s not wrong."

"About?"

"Really Peter?" She groaned. "Us" She gestured between the two of them. "Fucking."

"Oh that... Maybe it would make things easy for us. » He shrugged. 

"Yeah, we could try."

He opened his eyes wide.

"Right now?"

"What? No. I’m good. But if one of us needs it one day. Why not. »

She shrugged too, while he scratched his neck.

"Okay. Deal."

"Cool."

Y/N punched the wall. Multiple times yelling harder every time. She started bleeding but wasn’t in the mood to heal herself. Peter came running in the bathroom. He was in his suit. Ready to fight whoever intruded the headquarters. 

"What the fuck is happening?"

She turned back to look at him. Her eyes and hands fully black.

"A little boy just fucking died in front of me. And I couldn’t do anything. If I’m not able to save a fucking child, how am I supposed to be a hero, huh ?!" She was yelling, getting madder by the second.

Peter relaxed and came close to her, and tried to put his hands on her shoulders. But before he could she sent him flying to the wall. 

"Dude I’m just trying to help you."

"Well as you can see it’s not fucking working."

He started to smirk and she looked at him, confused.

"I think that the solution."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Fucking."

"What?"

She let him off the wall.

"Yeah, like we talked about. You need the relief, and I had a pretty shitty day too so why not help each other?"

"Are you serious?" 

He took off his mask, slowly. And she felt more attracted to him that she never was before. He came closer to her. And then licked his lower lip before smirking. And she felt hot. Everywhere. Angry but kind of turned on. He looked at her lips smirking again. 

"Can I?"

"Fuck yeah you can."

Before he could kiss her, she crashed their lips together. She was hungry, hungry for him and even more for a slight relief. He felt his dick growing bigger in his suit. It was a long time since someone touched him, so it was simple to be aroused. She felt his semi-hard and palmed it. He left out a moan.

"Fuck."

"You really need it too."

"So much."

He led them to the wall, pressing her closer to him. And without interrupting the kiss, or more like their make-out session, she jumped tangling her legs around his lower back. He caught her ass with his left hand and grabbed the wall with the right. They started grinding on each other, faster and harder. And then she abruptly stopped. 

"Did I do something wrong?" He said concerned as he tried catching his breath. She smirked and flickered her wrist. 

"Close. Muffled." The lock on the door closed. She turned her eyes back to his. "Don’t want anybody to stop us. Or hear us."

He smirked.

"Smart girl."

She grabbed the back of his head with both of her hands and went back to kissing him. It was sloppier than before. He started kissing her neck, while she was palming his dick. Both of them moaning louder and louder. He then put his hand under her shirt, and she took the hint that it was time to take it off. She unclasped her bra. He got harder at the sight, which made her wetter. 

"Fuck. Your boobs are so... Can I play with them?"

"Gosh, it’s so sexy that you ask."

"I knew you’d like that."

He put his mouth on her left nipple to suck and lick on it, while his hand formerly on the wall was playing with the other one. She moaned and went back to playing with his dick. 

He lifted her higher on his body to have a better view and access to her breast.

"Want me to go back on the ground?" She said in between moans. 

He looked up from her breast to her eyes. Confused. 

"No. Why would I want that." 

"I don’t know maybe it’s too heavy over time."

"What? No. Spidey-strength. Now can I go back to sucking your nipple? Or do you have any more questions?" He said more serious that she never saw him before.

She was so surprised her pussy tightened. She didn’t let him go back to his activity but instead attacked his neck. Sucking and licking, every inch. He pressed himself even closer to her. 

She then without stopping kissing him, tried to find the zipper in the back of his suit. And when she didn’t she grew more and more frustrated. 

"How do you get that shit off?! Fuck."

He laughed and just pressed the button on his chest. The suit dropped on the floor.

"How the hell was I supposed to know that?"

He laughed again. She looked at him up and down and smirked.

"Someone likes to go commando I see." 

"I thought you were in danger. Didn’t have time to put underwear on."

"It makes things easier." 

"Maybe on my hand but you are too dressed." 

"I can fix that."

She flicked her wrist. 

"Clothes off."

Her leggings and panties dropped on the floor next to them. Peter bit his lips, closed his eyes and breathed heavily. 

"Bless the people that did experiments on you." 

She stared at him, kinda surprised kinda excited that someone would be turned on by her powers. 

"That was weird sorry."

"No, actually it’s kinda nice to hear that."

He went back to kiss her. One hand back on the wall and the other squeezing her ass. 

"Your ass is so firm. Goddamn."

She smirked and put her hands on his ass.

"Can say the same about yours. I love dudes with tight asses."

"Perks of being an Avenger. I guess." 

They went back to kissing. His dick so close to her pussy, that she could feel it twitching. She broke the kiss once again.

"What now." Peter said frustrated.

She flicked her wrist.

"Condom."

One appeared in her hand. Peter was so impressed by her. She untied her legs and drop on the floor. She opened the condom wrapper and took the condom out. She pushed Peter a little and dropped on her knees. 

"May I?"

He took her wrist in his hand. 

"No today is about you."

"Shut up. I want to do it."

She slapped his hand. Put the condom on the head of his dick and unraveled it with her mouth. Slowly, teasing him. His head went back and his eyes rolled back.

"Feels so fucking good."

She took the dick out of her mouth, and kissed the head. She looked up at Peter.

"Can’t wait for you to fuck me."

His dick twitched. He then took her hand to help her up and pushed her on the wall, her ass facing him. He came closer to her, pushed her hair out of her face. And said whispering.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes daddy." She said mischievous.

"Oh my god." His dick twitched once more.

He guided his dick in her. Slowly. So slowly that she ended up bringing him closer to her.

"Stop teasing and just fuck me."

"As you wish." He smirked.

He grabbed a fist full of her hair and started pounding her. Her moans turned into whimpers. As his turned into bestial groans. It’s been a long time since they both felt so good. She guided his hand that, was resting in her lower belly, to her clit. He played with it. So well. She couldn’t hold anymore, she was just a mess. 

"I’m gonna come."

"Oh but please do."

Her body started to slowly shake. Her orgasm taking over her. Once she was back from her high, she felt so relaxed. And Peter was still at it. 

"I want to see you." She let out.

He got out of her so that she could face him. He took her left leg and put it on his lower back, while he inserted himself again. She took his head in her hands and looked at him straight in the eyes. 

"Don’t cum. I say when you can."

He looked at her desperately. She said no with her head. It was so hard to hold it. Her being in charge was all he wanted. 

"Now baby."

He let himself go, releasing any tension in him. He was out of breath and put his head in the crook of her neck. 

"Fuck… It was so good."

"Yeah, it really was. And look."

He came out of his nest. And saw that her hands were back to normal.

"I guess the old guys were right."

"Yeah…We should definitely do that more."

"Agreed."