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Fragile

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: The first night you and Peter are intimate together...

Part 3 of Potential Customer (could be read as a standalone)

Warnings: Smut, smut, (semi-dirty) Smut, unprotected sex (whoops), little Fluff at the end

Word Count: 1.7k

Authors Note: This series started off pretty gn w/ the Reader so I tried my best to carry that on w/ this part. Forgive me if isn't that great, I'm a cis woman trying her best, Enjoy!

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“Is this ok?” Peter asks.

“Yes. It. Is. You flop against your bed, elbows holding yourself up, slowly opening your legs, giving Peter space to situate himself in between. He stands there for a moment looking you up and down before leaning over you. “Are you down?”

“Hell yes.”

He quickly kisses you on your lips before going to your neck, peppering more down your throat. Your fingers go to the front of his shirt, pushing the buttons through the loops. His hands go to your pants, slowly unbuttoning, then pushing them down. You peel off his shirt as you reach the last of the buttons, his hands trailing up your body, bringing your shirt upwards and over your head. He brings his hands down your body, down your chest, fingers gliding over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their absence. His fingers wrap around the waistband of your pants, pulling them off in one easy swoop. 

As your hands go towards Peter’s pants you catch him looking you up and down, his eyes practically memorizing your skin. “Gosh, you’re making me nervous…” You say.

Peter’s eyes immediately go to yours, “I don’t mean to, just…taking everything in” He goes towards your ear, dropping his voice to a whisper. “I’m making sure I don’t forget a single thing.” You chuckle as you push his pants down, Peter helping, making sure it comes off. Your fingers creeping towards Peter’s waistband are going to pull them down— ”You sure? Last chance to change your mind.”

“Whatever you’re hiding, Peter Parker, I wanna see.” You push his underwear down all the way, fighting the urge to look down. You fail, of course, face turning red, you bring your eyes back up to meet Peter’s. He kisses your smirk away, bringing a hand in between your legs, touching you in ways that make your eyes shut, his hand movements making you gasp and struggle under his touch. “Oh..my…”

Peter’s hands pick up the pace, causing that heat in the low of your stomach to grow. You feel yourself reaching your peak before Peter takes his hand away, causing you to groan in response. “...Not yet” Peter whispers, bringing his hand up to his mouth and licking away your excess from his fingers. 

His hands take your hips and pull them closer to him, one hand gripping onto your hip, the other guiding himself inside of you. You wince the deeper he goes, and you gasp, going to clutch his shoulder.

“Am I hurting you?” Peter whispers.

“Oh god no,” You bring one hand to his face and using the back of your hand softly graze his face. “I don’t think you could ever hurt me.”

Peter bends down, placing a kiss on your lips as he starts to move, slowly at first, gentle, perhaps a little too gentle for you.

“I’m not fragile, you know?” Your voice is low and soft. 

“I know.”

“You’re not gonna hurt me.”

“I know.”

“Then Peter,” You grip his chin, keeping his face straight on yours. “Pick up the fucking pace.” You both laugh as Peter does in fact take your suggestion into consideration, snapping his hips into you, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.  

As Peter keeps up the pace, he grips your headboard, leaving a slight dent in the metal that you don’t notice until the next day. His head falls into the crook of your neck, nipping at the sweaty skin. 

Your hands graze his back, feeling the curves of his moving muscles, fingers falling into the dip of his shoulder blades. One hand going to the low of his back, slowly pushing downward, giving him permission to go deeper, opening more of yourself to him.

Peter looks down, his hair damp causing it to curl and stick to his forehead, his sweat making him almost glow. Your eyes catch one another, neither one of you daring to break contact. The arm resting on the headboard falls to rest next to your head, the other caressing the side of your leg. Peter slows the pace, but not the pressure. “Oh god, I-” Peter struggles to get out. “I-”

One of your hands snakes their way from nape to scalp, gently massaging his roots. “Tell me what you want.” You respond.

“I-uh-” His head dips forward to kiss you, on the chin first, then the side of your face, to behind your ear. “God-I-”

You gently tug his head backward so that your eyes are finally meeting together once again, his movement stills for a moment. “I want you to use your words, sweetheart.”

Peter laughs at this, “I think I’m the one that is supposed to say that.”

“But where’s the fun in that?” You move up and gently bite him on the ear, “Plus I can’t imagine you saying that.”

Peter growls just slightly, “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me” His mouth moves to your ear, “Like all the naughty things I want to say to you, want to do to you.”

The two of you look at one another again, holding intense eye contact before breaking out into laughter. “Well, so? Do I get the part?” Peter asks.

“Shut the fuck up…” 

The two of you embrace in a hot, messy, kiss, your arm hooking him closer, tongues entering each other's mouth.

“I want you,” Peter says between gaps of kissing, breathless, “Not just now, but every night, just like this.”

The two of you break away from one another, Peter looking down smiling such a genuine smile that you couldn’t help but blush from this intimacy, from his vulnerability. Thank god you didn’t call out of work that day.

“Ditto.” Was all you managed to say, you smiled back, causing him to chuckle and grin in response.

You turn on your stomach, Peter placing kisses down from the nape of your neck down to your tailbone. He gently lifts your hips, before guiding himself into you once again.

A sigh falls from your lips at the familiar feeling inside of you, Peter’s hips crashing into you, pressing you into the bed farther and farther, one hand going between your legs, pleasuring yourself.

Peter’s head leans down, resting on your shoulder, his moans and groans turning you on more than anything he was doing physically. One of your hands, resting on the bed, is soon covered by Peter’s, his hand interlocking with yours, squeezing, and squeezing and squeezing–

“Ow, Peter-”

Peter quickly stops everything, lifting his head from your shoulder. “Oh God, I, I-”

“Hey,” You turn your head, craning to see his worried face. “Accidents happen, and remember I’m not fragile.” You turn on your back once more, careful to not let him slip out of you. “Just keep your eyes on me, babe, keep your eyes on me.

You hold his face in both your hands, pulling him for another kiss on the lips, then another on one side of his face “Darling,” Than another on the other side, “Honey,”

“God, we gotta talk about this obsession with pet names,” Peter responds, the panic finally leaving his face.

You giggle back, “Only after you fuck me like you did earlier.”

You hold each other's attention as Peter does just that, eyes never leaving each other, noses so close that with every thrust his nose brushes against yours. You bring one hand in between your legs, making quick work to bring yourself back to the edge, so close you could trip into pleasure. “Ah, ah- oh god, Peter…”

Waves of pleasure spread throughout your body, the heat that built in the lower part of your stomach spreading to every inch. You throb against Peter inside you, with him continuing his pace, until he’s burying his head in the crook of your neck, groaning as he releases inside of you, pressing your bodies against one another. 

Letting some of his body weight on you, Peter lifts his head so he can look at you, glancing back, spent, but happy.

Seemingly untired from the whole ordeal, Peter climbs up your body kissing you again, deeply, passionately, as if he didn’t know you would escape and never come back. 

Tired, you kiss back, running your hands through his hair as you do so. As Peter finally looks into your eyes. “God we are so sweaty.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re so fucking…I don’t even…I don’t even know.”

Peter takes himself out of you, shifting so he lays next to you, leaning over to look at you. “You know what? I’m gonna have to wash that dirty mouth of yours.”

“Oh please,” You go to thwack Peter on the forehead with your pointer finger flicking from your thumb. “Weren’t you the one that had naughty things to say to me?”

He catches your wrist effortlessly, placing a kiss on the inside, “Doesn’t count, I was under a lustful haze.”

“Fuck you!” You say, laughing as his head turns to face you.

“You already did.”

You roll your eyes before sitting up and placing a kiss on Peter’s lips. “Don’t go anywhere I gotta pee.”

And you do so, as Peter remains on the bed, arms crossed behind his head, an image that makes you chuckle as you come back. “God, you-you look even better now.”

“You’re only saying that ‘cause I’m literally naked.” You climb back in bed, turning to lay on your side to face him. 

“Maybe,” He turns to his side as well, “But I would say that to you even if you wore twenty layers of the heaviest of snow clothes.”

“Yeah maybe to yourself”

“Ugh, just get over here!”

The two of you just laugh as Peter pulls you into his chest, turning you around so that your back is now flush against his chest.

“Ugh, Pete, I’m sticky and hot.”

“I really don’t care.”

You reach back to play once again with his hair, “But I’m sweaty, so, so sweaty.”

“God, you could say a million other things and it wouldn’t matter,” He lifts his head so his lips are close to your ear, “I want you.”

“And I want you.” You strain your neck to see him, “Only for your body, of course.”

“Of course”

The two of you laugh as the moonlight shines through the window, illuminating a conversion that no one else will hear, but would be the start of something amazing to the both of you.

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Hey thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed, Part 4 (the final part) will be out Sunday. Hope to see you there 😜

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Tis' The Season

Peter Parker one-shot

Peter Parker/ Female Reader can be any peter :) cw: SMUT 18+ MDNI, this is basically pure filth that came to me in a dream and i had to write it, mating season *wink*, breeding kink, creampie, feral and protective peter.

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peter pov.

When Peter got bit by that radioactive spider, then waking up in a new body, being able to do what he thought was impossible. He thought that he would be the only one in the world who was like him. But as the universe would have it, there was another.

 It had been a rather uneventful day of swinging around New York, catching would-be robbers or the occasional purse snatcher, when he had decided to take a different route back to his apartment. He didn't know why his body acted on its own accord- almost like it was possessed and on a mission. Slowing down his pace, quietly landing on the roof of a building his eyes locked onto a girl. She was carrying a couple of boxes into what Peter assumes is her new apartment. But the moment he's able to get a full look at her his spider senses are buzzing, electricity shooting down his back. 

This was a wholly new sensation, whenever his senses went off it usually indicated danger and sent his blood rushing as his body pumped adrenaline into his veins. but this- it was like a melody, a soft tune that lulled his body into a state of comfort and familiarity. It was like his body was telling him to go to her. Though embarrassingly enough Peter had been gawking at her and with his senses singing around him it was almost like they sent a message to her because in a quick motion she was looking out the window and towards peter. Thankfully enough Peter was quick enough to duck down, getting cover from the edge of the roof, shielding himself from her view. A huff left his lips, god what is wrong with me?, a multitude of thoughts ran through his head a majority of them shaming Peter for being a creep. Although a small portion of those thoughts were relishing in what they had just witnessed, She was so beautiful...

With that little encounter Peter was quick to head home, hoping to forget the weird experience. 

It was a few months later that Peter would eventually meet her again. Throughout those months Peter would always feel that same soft and comfortable feeling in the back of his mind, like she was always near him. Come to find out she had actually been following Spider-Man, but it proved more than difficult to follow the superhero. She had been essentially guessing on where he would possibly show up, hoping to get lucky and catch a chance to talk to him. Whenever y/n moved into her new apartment she had mainly locked herself up, given the drastic and terrifying changes her body was undergoing, she never got the chance to turn on her t.v. But when she did, a surge of hope blossomed within her chest. Spider-Man was the source of that hope. After doing a bit of investigating she was able to uncover that he was someone like her, maybe not bitten like her but he showcased all the things that were happening to her. And so she made it her mission to talk to him- and to hopefully find out more about herself, and to maybe make a friend along the way.

And that day finally came, after spending a couple of hours on the roof of a building where Spider-Man frequented- there he was, standing right before her. Her senses buzzed in pure happiness, and his senses were singing to him. "Hey." Peter was breathless, lost in the feeling that was coursing through him and it didn't help that she was absolutely angelic looking as the sun casted a golden glow upon her skin. "Hi." a timid voice was all she could muster, all her words becoming stuck within her throat.

And from that day onwards they become each other's salvation. Finally after coming to the conclusion that Peter would be the only one that was like him, it was a very welcomed surprise to find someone who was just like him. Your relationship started off slowly, as you both got to understand how you both were changed- answering one another questions. you both moved onto asking questions like, "Which star wars movie is your favorite?", "what’s your favorite place to get pizza?". Then one day it was, "Can I show you who I am?".

The day that Peter took off his mask was a day neither of you would forget. That day Peter felt a weight be lifted from his shoulders, no longer held back by the barrier that the mask created he could finally be with you as Peter parker. 

Slowly lifting the mask from his face, his eyes locking onto yours. Your face split into a smile so big your cheeks had started to hurt. His brown locks were messy from being underneath the mask- and he was so handsome, you were utterly lost in his visage. Peter had been slowly inching his way towards you, getting close enough to catch onto your familiar scent and warmth. Looking down at you Peter raised his free hand, gently cupping your cheek. "Can I kiss you?" his voice was nothing but whisper meant only for you. "Yes, please." your cheeks where dusted in a rosy blush, and with such care Peter leaned down enveloping your lips with his. Dropping his mask, he now has both hands cupping your face like you were made of porcelain glass. Sweet and soft lips, dance together- you lips tasting like your favorite lip-gloss. Gathering up the courage Peter tentatively bites your bottom lip, asking so sweetly for entrance. Opening your mouth your flooded by the undeniable taste of him. Unashamedly you'll admit that you and Peter spent the better part of that day making out, until the sun set behind the horizon, and only then did you both finally separate from each others embrace. And from that your relationship reached a whole new level, trust within each other bloomed and with that came love, an unfathomable amount of love for one another.

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You and Peter had been together for a little over a year now, your bond with one another growing with each passing day- and with that growth came a new discovery. After being together for an extended amount of time your senses along with Peter's had become attuned with one another's. You could feel Peter's presence from halfway across the city, and that went for Peter as well. He would catch himself periodically checking up on you while he was swinging throughout the city. And no matter where he was he would always find his way to you, with your senses always calling out to him.

Peter had woken up this morning, turning on his side and seeing you buried within the sheets of his bed, heart swelling at the sweet sight. And like any morning he had, he got up to start his routine but something was off. His senses felt like they were in hypervigilance, with this looming feeling that he needed to secure his apartment, hairs raising and goosebumps erupting across his skin. Peter had quickly thrown on his suit and started patrolling the area around his apartment. Although Peter didn't understand why he had this need, seeing as his apartment was well protected by the many gadgets he had implemented, as well as it being high above the city in a nice area. But he followed his instincts, seeing as they have never proved him wrong before… and it wasn’t like he could ignore them. So he spent the next few hours making sure that there were no threats around his home. And like a timer going off his body completely switched its motion, senses now wholly focused on you. He needed to get home now. Quickly maneuvering through an open window, landing softly on his feet, his mind and body on a one track mission on finding you. Giving into his senses he allows his body to guide him to you.

Opening the door to his bedroom, he is immediately hit with your mouth watering scent permeating throughout the room. And with his eyes zeroing in on you he sees you webbing- his mind pauses at what he is seeing, how can you be webbing anything without his web cartridges'? Then he’s whipping his head down to his own wrists seeing how he never reloaded his web-shooters before he left this morning. How did he not notice that he was producing organic webs? But before he was able to begin his theories his mind had begun to solely focus on you, your scent and watching as you made some sort of nest. The nest so far consisted of your duvet cover, pillows, and was all being held up by your webs. A part of him wants to go up to you but the more instinctual part of him tells him to wait, telling him that what you are doing is very important and you needed all your focus upon what you were doing.

With one last pillow, Peter's senses buzz with your call- you were using your senses to communicate with him. Your hair was still untamed from sleeping all night, but you looked so beautiful right at this moment. Sitting perched in your nest eyes full of love as your senses begged Peter to come to you. And in a swift movement Peter is jumping and latching onto the ceiling crawling his way towards you. Reaching you, Peter envelopes you within his strong embrace, burying his head within the crook of your neck. mumbles of 'I love you.', 'So pretty.' , 'Smell so good.' tumble from Peters lips. You sigh at the praise, reciprocating his love tenfold.

Through the soft kisses that Peter litters across your face, reaching your mouth his tongue dives in dancing with yours. The heat within him grows. A need so strong it has him whimpering into your mouth- and it seems you are on the same page. Hurriedly discarding each other's clothes, a wave of relief floods through him, finally feeling your bare skin. "Baby-Fuck." Peter groans as his fingers get a feel of how wet you are. A needy whimper leaves your slightly swollen lips, "Peter...please, I need you so bad." Peter's entire body tenses up at your words, a near-growl rumbling from within his chest echoes around you two. Spreading your legs, giving Peter an open invitation to fuck you, and he accepts it without hesitation. Lining his aching cock that's dripping pre-cum at your cunt, only a moment later is Peter sinking into you. Satisfied noises of pleasure leave the both of you, pushing to the hilt- hips flushed with one another. Peter is leaning over, his face over yours, and his arms are snugly wrapped around your body.

Grinding his cock further into you, eyes rolling back at the feel of your walls trying to suck him in further. Another whimper of Peter's name has him losing all semblance of care as he starts at a rough and fast pace. Your cunt is warm and dripping, and with every harsh thrust of Peter's hips it has your eyes rolling into the back of your head- moans of pleasure being punched out of you with every harsh plunge of his cock. Latching onto his muscular back, trying to keep yourself grounded to him- seeing as it's not enough you twist your head to the side biting down hard into the skin where his shoulder and neck meet. A loud 'Fuck' accompanied with your name tumbles from Peter's lips. Manhandling you, Peter moves your legs to rest upon his shoulders as he latches onto the blanket and pillows around you. Fucking into you with every bit of strength within him, mind and body on the sole mission to mate you and to truly make you his. Your body in tune with his, you are spreading your legs wider as your hands latch onto Peter's backside, trying to communicate with Peter but failing as a messy jumble of words is all you can muster. But thankfully Peter catches onto your message, sliding his hand down to your backside he tilts your hips upwards towards him. Allowing him to reach so deep into you, you swear you could feel him within your throat. Thrust after thrust, you feel yourself reaching closer to euphoria, thighs quivering in anticipation as your cunt continues to dribble its arousal around Peters pistoning cock. Leaving one side of Peter's backside you snake your free hand to your clit. Rubbing hasty circles around the bundle of nerves, and not too soon later you're cumming. Cunt rhythmically squeezing around Peter's cock, begging it to fill you. A moan tumbles from Peter's lips as he feels your walls tighten around him, feeling hot pleasure roll down his back before he feels himself cumming into you. Sloppy thrusts of Peter riding out both of your highs slowly come to a stop. Breathless and flushed in residual pleasure you both gently turn to your sides, making sure to stay connected as you both come down from your highs. Exhaustion is quick to take you both, wrapped in each other's embrace, still connected as one. 

Peter doesn’t know what time it is when he wakes, all he knows is that he needs you and you need him. Maneuvering you onto your hands and knees, sinking into you. A pleasure filled moan falls from your lips, jutting your hips up giving Peter a better angle to fuck you deeper. Hips pistoning into you, latching onto the blankets around you trying to keep yourself steady with Peter's brutal thrusts. Unhappy with how far apart you are Peter is leaning forward, front to your back. Face right next to your ear. Your mind is soon flooded with the sounds of Peter's pleasure. A moan  leaves you as Peter bites down onto your shoulder, and brings one of his hands to your clit. Swirling his fingers around your bundle of nerves, your body is quick to go pliant under him. Letting him fuck and fill you to his content, your body sings in happiness when you cum around his cock and Peter is soon to follow in your lead. Warmth pools within your belly, a content smile takes over your face. And with that you are snuggling deeper into your nest, falling back asleep.

Peter huffs out a breath, slowly removing himself from your cunt. His mind is the most clear it’s been since the last time he was awake. Making sure you are secure in your bundle of blankets, Peter quietly descends from your nest, putting on a pair of sweats. Now Peters mind is trying to figure out how long you’ve both been in your nest, doing nothing else but fucking. In the haze of his memories he sees that he would periodically leave the nest to get you both feed, would fuck again and then fall asleep with you. Peter heads over to his phone, quickly doing mental math…and shit he’s been with you for nearly 5 days! But before he can stress about that fact, his senses are going into overdrive.

Someone was coming to his door. Thankfully the apartment was dark, with the only illumination being from the full moon seeping in through the curtains. Peter is jumping to the ceiling, a whirlwind of protectiveness and anger swirling within his chest. Then he hears the front door open. Using the shadows to his advantage, Peter is quietly crawling into the living room. His mind is flooding with all the ways he could kill the intruder. Looking down from the ceiling he can make out a couple of figures, voices merging together. Readying his arm, waiting until…Now! With fast and precise movements he’s webbing the intruders to the adjacent wall, but before he can web up the last intruder his mind is halted by his voice being called out. “Peter! What the hell kid!” Tony’s voice rings through his head. “Jarvis, turn on the lights.” Light floods the living room, and with it Peter is able to see Tony with his hands up in surrender. And to the adjacent wall he sees, Steve, Bucky and Sam webbed to the wall. Mind reeling at what he sees, shame floods through his body. He was going to kill them! What is wrong with him…”Kid, you need to calm down- or you're going to pass out.” Tony's voice is soothing, and with that Peters is able to realize he’s been hyperventilating. Slowly calming his breathing, he lowers his arm backing away from Tony. “What, what are you doing here?” Peter's voice is barely above a whisper. A concerned look crosses Tony’s face, “Kid you’ve been M.I.A for 5 days, we were getting worried when you didn’t respond to us.” Peter's body is slowly relaxing, “I- I’m sorry, I’ve been…busy.” Cringing internally at the word ‘busy’. “Kid, you're gonna have to give me more than just ‘busy’. We haven’t seen you in 5 days, no sight of you swinging around New York. Thank god you have Jarvis installed, because without him we wouldn’t even know if you were alive.” 

Peter's gut churns, shame and guilt swirling within him. “Can I come by the tower tomorrow, then I can explain everything.” Tony has a sympathetic look upon his face, “Peter-“ Peter soon stops listening to him when he feels his senses buzz, you are awake and you're terrified. Worried that Peter wasn’t there when you awoke to what sounded like a fight going on in the living room. Whipping his head to the bedroom, he tries to communicate that you needed to stay in the bedroom. Then in the corner of his eye he sees Tony moving towards him- getting closer to you. “No! Stay back, don’t take another step.” Shock mars Tony’s features, Peter had growled out his words. They were nothing short of a command, his face was painted in anger and fierce protectiveness. Arms ready to web him to the wall. “Kid! I’m not gonna hurt you.” 

“I know that but I can’t let you get closer to her, you guys need to leave. Please..” Tony takes a moment before nodding his hand and then makes his way to the others that have been stuck to the wall this entire time. Quickly cutting them free, Peter watches as they eventually leave, now his body can finally truly relax. Shoulders slumping in relief. But that relief is short lived with the weight of what he was supposed to do now.

How in the world was he going to explain this Tony and to you now that you’re awake?!

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fearless.

peter parker x reader

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word count : 901

warnings : none :) just happiness.

summary : swinging with peter. — not that swinging you perv. web-swinging (bad joke.)

i did write this with insomniac’s peter in mind but any one of them can work here!!

“No.”

“What? Why?” Peter pouted at yet another decline of his offer, his bottom lip sticking out.

“Don’t make that face. You can’t convince me into this one.”

Peter’s been trying to talk you into swinging across the city with him for a long time now, ever since he had first told you about his alter ego.

You absolutely refused.

“Okay, 1. You know how I get with heights,” He rolled his eyes as you continued, “2. What if you let go of me? I mean, how am I supposed to even hold on?”

“I would nev-” He motioned his arms to form an X.

“Hush, I wasn’t finished. And 3. What if someone sees us? Then I’ll really be in danger. All of your “fangirls” would come for me.”

“Very valid reasons, honey. I love the way you argue with me to get your way every time,” He sarcastically remarked.

“Whatever, Pete. I’m sorry I don’t wanna die early,” You crossed your arms and let out a hmph.

“You saying you wouldn’t die for me?” He put one hand on his heart, pretending he was hurt by your comment.

You didn’t answer, the best you could do was stay quiet and ignore his antics. No way in hell would you go swinging with him, no matter how hard he’d tried to persuade you.

“Oh, so now you’re ignoring me.” He took a step to close the space between you, “I’m sorry, honey.”

“What?” You raised an eyebrow, and turned to face him, “For what?”

“For this.”

He grabbed your waist and hoisted you onto his hip, “Hold on tight,” He smirked as he pulled his mask down.

“Peter,” He ignored you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to grip onto him as tightly as possible.

“Peter, I swear to God if you ju-”

He ignored your warning, and jumped off of your apartment building’s rooftop.

As you were free falling, you screwed your eyes shut completely. You would’ve screamed, if it weren’t for the fact you were focusing on trying to securely wrap yourself onto your boyfriend.

You heard his web shooter make a thwip noise as you felt yourself floating upwards now. And downwards again.

“Open your eyes, honey.” Peter whispered, he seemed so relaxed. On the other hand, your stomach was still doing flips.

You peeked one eye open, and were immediately in awe.

New York has never looked so beautiful.

The sun was setting, and was peeping through the many buildings along the horizon. Each building had so many little squares of lights, from their windows.

“It’s amazing,” You let out a breathy laugh, and looked over at Peter through his mask.

“Is this what you see everyday?” You beamed, if you weren’t as high in the air as you were, you would’ve been jealous of him.

“Yeah,” He let out a breath, “This is why I’ve wanted you here. This is what I’ve wanted you to see.” He looked back at you.

“Eyes on the road, don’t let us crash. Please.”

“Okay, okay,” He laughed.

He started to swing a little higher, and you couldn’t decide if you wanted it to be over or not. It was breath-taking, but terrifying.

He aimed at the roof of a building, and stuck the landing, luckily.

You still had your legs wrapped around his waist, and your arms locked around his neck. Whether you were on stable grounds or not, it was still high up.

“You can let go now, honey, I promise it’s okay. We’re done, now.” He reassured you as he giggled at you still being scared.

“I’m okay, after that, I don’t even think I can trust the ground. How did you do that?” You made eye contact with him through his mask.

“Do what?” He cocked his head to the side.

“Hold onto me for so long! While swinging!” You widened your eyes at him.

“Super-strength, sweetie,” He winked with the eye of his mask. You almost hit him, he was so corny. But he was so adorable.

“Peter!” You were in a fit of giggles.

“Did you have fun?” He pulled his mask up just enough so you could see his lips and the tip of his nose.

“Yeah, somewhat,” You let go of him, finally. “But don’t you ever — and I mean ever — surprise me like that again.” You made your face all serious, to show you really meant business.

“Alright, alright. I’ll try and warn you in advance next time,” He stuck his hands in the air, as a surrender.

He was so cute, you thought.

“I love you,” You smiled at him and stood on your tiptoes as you leaned into his face.

“I love you, too.” He leaned into you, and kissed you.

You wrapped your hands around his neck, as he grabbed one of your cheeks and the back of your head.

Ending the kiss early, you pulled away and brought him into a hug, swaying him back and forth.

“My place?”

“Sure,” He smirked.

“No. We’re walking this time.” You took a step back. He didn’t stop smirking.

“Peter- No, please!” You begged him as you both laughed.

He grabbed onto you and jumped before you could let go.

You hated him for a moment, but as soon as you felt his grip on you, you forgave him immediately.

Swinging isn’t so bad, but you wouldn’t tell him that.

just a short lil fluff for yall. i’m so addicted to playing spiderman again and i just can’t stop writing. 😗

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[parkerpeter24]

Arguing about what Christmas movies to watch with any Peter you want! And maybe

“I may or may not have left some….marks.”?

It doesn't need to be smut💖

this fic was exactly 777 words for some reason? 😭 i loved writing it!!! i made it my baby ps4 pete

pairing: PS4!peter x reader

winter blurbs 3.0 ❄️

peter was home alone. he was supposed to go over at may’s today but she was busy at the feast centre. the only thing peter could think of was to go over to your place and hang out with you.

so he changed quickly into his spidey suit, packing his clothes into his backpack. singing it over his shoulder and he was off to your place but when he reached your window, the room seemed empty and cold. he knocked anyway, receiving no reply. he sat down on the railing, pulling out his battered phone from his backpack he typed in your contact name and called you.

after a few rings, you picked up, your voice breathy.

“you’re out?” he asked.

“went grocery shopping.”

“in this weather?” peter asked, voice amused.

“i wanted to eat ramen, pete. you know i’d do anything for some good ramen.” you giggled and peter heard your front door open.

“well, can you open the window?” he asked, hearing shuffling from your apartment until he saw you opening the door to your room.

“i thought you were going over to may’s?” you mumbled into the phone still as you made your way over to the window, unlocking it for him.

peter quickly stumbled inside, hanging up and giving you a shrug, “she’s busy with martin, feast work.”

you gave him a smile, “fancy some ramen?”

after a while, the two of you were cuddled under the bed, finished ramen bowls kept on your bedside table as the two of you browsed through movies to watch on your laptop.

peter’s arm was lazily draped around your shoulders, his hand playing with your hair, “nightmare before christmas?”

“a little too late for that, parker.” you chuckled, looking at him.

“wanna watch a christmas movie?” he suggested and you nodded your head, “which one?”

you scrolled through the options, “silent night?”

“i’m sorry, i thought you said it was too late for that.” he gave you a look, making you roll your eyes.

“it’s not a halloween movie.”

“keep scrolling.” he said, not giving you the chance to do so as his finger met the screen of your laptop, scrolling past ‘silent night’, “maybe something classic like love actually or jingle all the way?”

you scrunched up your nose in disapproval, “we’ve seen it too many times.” it was peter’s turn to roll his eyes.

“it’s classic for a reason, babe.”

“how about we watch something new?”

peter gave it a thought and shrugged, “go on.”

“willy wonka?”

“that’s old-”

you cut him off, “i was talking about the new one.”

“that’s not exclusively a christmas movie.”

you groaned and looked back at the screen, “holidate?”

“cliché”

“christmas with you?”

“even more cliché.”

you looked at him with a straight face and he just kissed your forehead. you rested your head on his shoulder and just clicked on the next movie you found, “we’re watching family switch.”

“fine with me.”

the two of you watched the movie and you tried to keep your focus on the movie even though halfway through it peter was nestling his face into your neck, his lips grazing your skin. you kept your eyes trained at the screen, feeling him place butterfly kisses along your neck, “what are you doing?”

“got bored.” he mumbled back to your question, placing more kisses along your neck and collarbone, relaxing against the bed. your focus was breaking once peter’s hot tongue swirled against your warm skin. you gasped a little, feeling his teeth nip at your collarbone.

“it’s a nice movie.” you claimed.

“this is better.” he continued leaving kisses over the spot he bit before trailing kisses from the base of your neck, up to your jaw. his teeth biting into your skin every once in a while was followed by him soothing it by swiping his tongue over it.

it must’ve been almost ten minutes before you shut your laptop, pushing it away. your hand travelled to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

peter gasped a sound of surprise but kissed you back, his hands flying to your waist and pulling you closer to him. you pushed him back onto the bed, haphazard with the blanket as you straddled his lap.

when the two of you parted for air, peter’s eyes ran over your skin and he chuckled. you gave him a questioning look, “what?”

“i may or may not have left some…. marks.”

your hands went to the skin of your neck, dragging your fingers over the slightly sore spots.

“well…” you mumbled, smirking down at him, “it’s only fair if i return the favour.”

masterlist

[mayearies]

SLY CAT, DUMB SPIDER …. miles morales ⟡

… ꒰ঌ ໒꒱

⟡ #MILESMORALES x #BLACKCAT! reader headcannons

⟡ genre: not sure | warnings: none authors input: im in my headcanon era since these are fun also please bare with me i have never seen the ps4 game

miles morales who found you while inspecting a robbery down at the bank

miles morales who highkey thinks you’re pretty mysterious

miles morales who at first didnt fall for your charm but was slowly getting invested

miles morales does NOT tolerate teasing on the job (sometimes)

miles morales whos pretty awkward and doesnt know how to respond to some of the things you say to him (its very adorable to you)

miles morales who could listen to your voice for days

miles morales whos interested in what you identify as (antihero, villain, etc)

miles morales who fiddles with your gadgets despite you telling him to back off a little

miles morales who would be kinda surprised but also very upset at the fact you would betray him

⟡

“ sorry spidey. thats enough chit-chat for now. i’ve got a job to do..”

miles morales who probably has to explain to gwen what happened that night

©hiimayee loves you ! but ©nokkihy loves this format more !

[urrockstar-xe]

spiders on valentine's day - spiderman x gn!reader

posted feb 27th, 2024 6:02 pm

im late on v day posts like bad but who cares it's still love month so heres this :)

summary: a way too short blurb of reader spending the love holiday all alone, until Spider-man has his way. soso short, not proofread, late for v-day.

masterlist

wordcount: 0.5k

It was just past ten on the 14th as you made your way to the roof of your building, a bottle of fruity pink wine and a wine glass in your hand as you pushed the door open and moved towards the little metal table, rusted by rainy days and snowy nights. 

A few hours earlier your date had stood you up, so much for Tinder being a reliable Valentine. Now you have learned your lesson, never trust a guy named Brad. So now, your Valentine was the noisy nightlife of Queens, New York. and the cheapy wine that you had just picked up on the way home. 

You silently thanked your 5-minute-ago past self as you opened the pre-opened bottle, pouring it into the ice-filled glass. “Should’ve brought my book,” You mumbled before taking an embarrassingly big gulp of the wine. It’s not that you were self-pitying, absolutely not. It was more like the opposite actually. It had been a hot minute since you allowed yourself the freedom to sit down and not think a single important thought, just mindlessly sit on your roof. 

Plus it was fun to watch people below you, especially if they were freaking out over Spider-man swinging around the city. 

That’s until he swings toward your rooftop.  

Great

Just the company you needed. 

“You know, it’s sad to drink alone on Valentine’s Day.” Spidey started the second he landed, voice muffled by his mask ever so slightly as he stood up straight. 

“Spiders on Valentine’s day, something about that just screams bad luck.” You tease back, leaning back against the cool metal. Spidey looked at the floor, tsking as he shook his head. 

”Spiders have to be good luck, I mean, without me, you would have to spend this lovely holiday all on your lonesome.” He shrugged, sitting in the chair across from you.  You cracked, smiling at his mask. 

“There's that smile!” Spidey all but cheered, clapping his hands together triumphantly. You laughed, shaking your head the same way he had a minute earlier. “Did it ever cross your mind that I wanted to be alone?” You asked with a half smile, taking a sip from your glass. 

“I’m kinda hungry, just got back from this epic drug bust, you should’ve seen me I was all, ‘wam!’ ‘pow!’ ‘boom!’” Spidey ignored your question and instead made it a point to stand in the chair and show off his moves. “Anyway, I’m gonna go grab some pizza, you like pepperoni? who are you kiddin’ Spidey, course they do, everyone likes pepperoni, c’mon, man.” He muttered to himself while standing up and moving to the ledge, another tactic to get you to laugh and it worked. 

“Should I grab another glass?” You asked, watching as he set himself up in the direction of the nearest pizza place. 

“Nah, what kinda role model would I be if I drink and swing?” Spidey shot his first web, swinging towards another building as he yelled out.

”Think of the children!” 

[roadk1lled]

ur telling me there’s no Peter Parker x goth reader…like not even an alternative reader?….that dude is prime pickings for us

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 25

Aaron Davis + Reunion sex

Couldnt find any gifs or good pics of Aaron from the game, so heres a pic.

This can be read as both spiderverse and Insomniac Aaron. I was imagining Insomniac Aaron cuz I’m playing the game, but yall can imagine whoever you want.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

They called you Bullseye because of your incredible aim, able to fling any blade, shoot any gun or trip any enemy. Youd appeared shortly before Spiderman had started out, meaning you’d been in this business over many years at this point, meaning you’d made a lot of friends and enemies along the way. Though, it was mostly enemies.

You were mostly a thief, but you’d taken money to kill people before, especially if you found out the person you were hired to kill was a horrible person. Then you would almost do it for free, but you couldn’t, as people would assume you were shabby or easily manipulated.

That’s how you met The Prowler for the first time, he had been in the business longer than you and knew his way around. You were both thieves, and both worked under Kingpin as long as it paid. In the beginning somewhat of a rivalry went on between you, as you both started going out of your way to pick the others targets, just because you could.

Later on in life you would both admit it was flirting, just your own way of doing it. You were a couple years younger than Aaron, but not anything too crazy, people were honestly more surprised that Aaron Davis was openly in a relationship with another man, than anything else.

Because that’s what it became, neither of you put a name to it for years, even as you moved in together and worked together as The Prowler and Bullseye, or when Aaron had to patch you up after the vulture had gotten you in the side after being a little too annoyed by your presence.

Even when you got to meet his cute nephew, and the first thing the kid asked was if you were Aaron’s husband. You did end up getting married, but it wasn’t anything big, just signing a couple of papers mutually deciding to wear a necklace with your ring instead of putting it on your finger.

Aaron had started to slow down over the years, and though you didn’t slow down just as much, you started taking smaller hits and even stopped killing, it was just hard to stop stealing after all these years. Your relationship with spiderman became better too, he didn’t even throw you into the raft, as you’d return the item you stole half the time.

Then everything happened with Miles being bitten, figuring out Aaron and your own secret identity and rightfully feeling betrayed, Aaron getting arrested and covering for you, leaving you to walk free as he was locked away. It was hard to be away from your husband, and it was hard seeing the distrust in Miles’s eyes when he looked at you.

But when Aaron was finally free from the raft, it was hard to not jump him immediately as he stepped in through the door. His beard wasn’t as styled as it had been before, and he looked slimmer, but he was still your husband who got your blood pumping.

Aaron had grinned in that way only he could grin, the way that had your heart racing, as he put his bag down and opened his arms to accept you as you advanced on him. Hands desperate and gripping, your lips mashed together like you were both starved and the others lips was the only thing that could fill your stomachs.

Kissing him after so long apart felt like coming home, like a part of you that had been ripped out had finally returned. The stumble to the bedroom was blurry, as both of you had been way too focused to kiss and touch and grab, to notice that you had stumbled into the bedroom. Things in your bedroom was pretty much the same as the day he was taken away, but none of that mattered.

You felt like you were on fire as Aarons hands slid up under your shirt, digging his nails into the tight muscle of your torso and dragging them down in the way that had your skin raising into goosebumps. He chuckled hotly as he groped your pecs, rubbing his rough thumbs over your hardening nipples as his eyes seemed to almost glow, like he wasn’t just as starved as you were for this.

Lips slick with spit and bodies growing hot, clothes were thrown all over the room as desperate hands pulled and tugged, the noise of ripping fabric registering somewhere in the back of your brain as Aarons hands gripped and pulled at your t-shirt. It had just been some cheap shirt, anyone could have torn it, but Aaron doing it had a hot shiver running down your spine like thick honey.

Your hips ground together as the last strips of fabric left your bodies, a deep hot groan leaving Aaron’s chest as you shuffled between his thighs, grabbing at the muscle there to lift them. He wasn’t as flexible as he had been years ago, but neither were you, the curse of your over-the-top lifestyle and age, but one of his legs still found its way over your shoulder.

He laughed as you licked the inside of his knee before biting into his leg, grinding in your teeth just enough to leave an indent. He laughed even harder as you grabbed the lube from the drawer, the same place you two always kept it, your husband making some joke about how you hadn’t even changed it up since he had been gone.

You scowled as he mentioned his time away, slicking up a couple of your fingers and getting to work stretching him out, starting slow as you had been apart for so long. Aaron had never made much noise, but the ones he did were like music to your ears. Any soft grunt or groan, or the few times you could get him to whimper when you brushed his prostate.

As you opened him up with your fingers, adding another when needed, you leaned down and kissed him again, your chin brushing against his faintly greying beard. His lips were dry, but you loved them like that, because it meant you got to flatten your tongue of them before taking them between your teeth and giving them a pull.

Aaron’s hand found its way into your hair, gripping on, his brows giving a furrow as you removed your fingers from inside him. You both knew he was ready, and Aaron was growing impatient, his leg falling to hook around your hip to pull you in close. “Come on, get inside me already” he grumbled, his eyes softer and face warmer than usual.

And who were you to reject his wish, reaching down to lead your cock into him, slowly pushing in and letting you both adjust as you bottomed out, a groan leaving you both at the completeness it made you both feel to be together again like this.

His hand gripped your arm and gave it a squeeze, and you knew it meant he wanted you to move but couldn’t find the words to ask. Normally you might have teased him a bit, get him to ask, but now all you wanted was to be near him.

Starting out slowly, you moved your hips in a slow and deep pace, this wasn’t just a normal roll in the sheets, it was making love. Aaron must have felt the same as you, as his arms found themselves around your neck, pulling you down so your lips could meet once more as he gave a grumbled demand for you to go faster.

The sound of pants and groans filled the room for the first time in the year Aaron had been gone, the slick noises of your kissing and of the lube only adding to the ambiance. The bed creaking the way it did only made your toes curl as you leaned back, gripping his hips so you could move your hips harder, making sure to strike that spot you knew always had your husband seeing stars.

The time apart had left you both needy and backed up, so it didn’t take long for you both to grow closer, Aarons noises growing in volume and going form groans to moans, his head falling back onto the pillow as his eyes clenched.

Seeing him so close, you reached down, wrapping your hand around his slick back, jerking it in pace with your thrusts until Aaron moaned the loudest you had gotten him to moan this entire time as he came, shooting spurts of white into your hand and across his torso.

The sight was enough to have your eyes roll back into your head as your jaw dropped, a moan leaving you as you bottomed out inside him, letting the rush of orgasm crash through your body as you came. The orgasm left your vision swimming for a moment, finally coming back to Aarons breathless chuckle as he pulled you down on top of him.

If you had been younger, you two would have gone a couple more rounds, but now it just felt like enough to hold one another after being apart for so long. You would have to get up and shower, and then change the sheets, as neither of you wanted to deal with that mess tomorrow. But right now holding Aaron and inhaling his scent took priority, your eyes sliding shut to just let yourself bask in it for a while.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

cat and mouse

pairing: ps4!spider-man x blackcat!reader

wc: 744

warnings: only slight sexual tension. no y/n use ‘cat’ as a nickname.

A/N: not really spooky or fall but i just used this as an excuse to do another blackcat reader since the first one was when my writing was….horrible. also I just want the both of them so badly!!!!!

masterlist / peter parker

the chase was always the best part of the hunt. the thrill of the game knowing you’ll always out run his reach, another night of getting away with your earnings. but you did like when he caught you every now and again, hands pining you hard to the ground, chest panting with adrenaline.

you always had the urge to reach up and tug his mask free, probably why there was always a tight grip on your wrist. probably able to read your mind, hear your thoughts and desires.

or because you’ve verbally said one night, “would love a peek under the mask, spidey. bet your real handsome.”

you enjoy the position the chase forces the two of you into. him on top, gloved hands having firm but non-bruise touches, his thighs straddling you on the side of your hips. you pretending to be defenseless on the bottom, lightly shuffling your body around. you always get away though, just a little bad luck on your side to slip free for the night.

tonight was another night of this cat and mouse game. you running and leaping over rooftops with a bag of high tech strapped to your back with spider-man swinging and shooting webs to slow you down in anyway, you just cut yourself free with your claws though.

“thought you could do better, spidey!” yelling over the wind, voice airy and teasing. a sneaky glance over your shoulder you saw as his red and blue suit glided in the air before shooting another web for momentum.

“and i thought we’ve done this dance before, cat!” he managed to land just in front of you on the rooftop, blocking your straightforward run. you skidded to a stop, fixing your posture to straight and narrow.

“we’re so good at this song and dance, why stop? best part of my nights.” slow seductive steps closer, but keeping a safe distance for now.

spider-man sat his hands to his hips, his own feet moving him closer, “well if you didn’t work on the bad side of the law this could all be different.”

a low purr at that, “oh really?” two steps closer, “how so? saying you want to work together? be partners in crime fighting?” the gap was closing.

his shrugged and swept a hand through the air, “wouldn’t that be better than running around for crime bosses? underestimating you? treating you like eye candy?”

just a foot left between the both of you, “they know not to underestimate me. and if it was the two of us, you’d be the eye candy. haven’t you seen the gossip blogs?”

now you couldn’t see the body or face under the suit and mask, but you noticed the way he stuttered in his steps and how his head snapped over quickly.

adding the stutter in his words, “wh- what do they…. what do they say?” left hand rubbing at the back of his head.

a simply shrug with your shoulders, kicking the tips of your boots into air while walking into spider-man’s orbit. “you know… good body build and height. love hearing you talk in any form,” sharp index finger claw skated across his chest, “love the air of mystery behind the superhero.”

and before a nail could slip under the seam of the webbed mask, spider-man held your wrist. his narrowed bug eyes staring you down, “bad idea, cat.”

“aww, but i’m all for bad ideas.” and with a little bad luck on your side you were able to adjust your stance and managed to twisting spider-man’s air and throw him to the ground while rolling atop him. knees sitting on the sides of his hips with palms holding his chest down. his gloves hands grasped at your hips tight.

“i certainly love this position. too bad it can’t be a different situation.” leaning in close with hooded eyes and lonely lips.

spider-man tilted his chin up and you could hear the smirk in his words, “well, never say never.” and it genuinely caused a stir in your belly, him never one to shamelessly flirt back with you. you liked it.

“maybe another night, spidey.” moving your head to the side of his face and planting a lingering kiss to his masked cheek. then whispering low, “can’t wait for next time.” and you ran like a shadow into the dark night, stolen goods still in your possession. along with spider-man’s heart, something you plan to steal every time.

-

[yns-world]

3:31 am.

"i'm sorry, baby."

y/n ran her black claws across peter's masked face, caressing his cheeks.

he was powerless against her touch, and he went still as he burned each second into his mind. that was all he could do in this game of cat and mouse— she would give him a taste and then run away.

and like actors reciting a scene by heart, y/n pulled up peter's mask to reveal his lips. but before she could plant her final remark, peter pulled off his entire mask and took her face into his hands, pouring all of his soul's love and affection into that kiss.

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[bloodonmysqueegee]

Some little doodles from my "Superior lives in earth 1048 now" au/fic thing

I like to think that it's more obvious that e-1048 is very videogame-y to people that aren't originally from it (hence doc finding it weird that Peter can change his suit in one nanosecond)

Most of these doodles are based on a fic I'm writing right here, please go read it (ch. 4 should be out soon)

[marvel-wlw]

Until We Meet Again

Felicia Hardy x Reader

Requested by anon

Request: Hello! can I request something with Felicia Hardy/Black Cat and reader? could be anything, if it is okay. She is too underrated ❤️

I have chosen a prompt for felicia 💕 “Will we ever meet again?”

You don’t necessarily have to choose that prompt but it would be nice 🥰 thank you so much for answering so fast by the way and for reblogging those prompths❤️🤍❤️

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters, they belong to Marvel.

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Prompt is from @linwritesif ‘s prompt list!

A/N: I hope you guys like it! 😄 Also this gif isn't mine, credit goes to whoever made it!

You had met Felicia about a year ago. It was a nice autumn night, you had decided to go up to the roof of your apartment building and look up at the sky. You knew you wouldn't be able to really see the stars in the city but still.

Felicia was traveling alone the rooftops after a successful heist, when you caught her eye. She watched you for a few moments from the rooftop across from your apartment building.

After a few moments she quickly and quietly made her way to you. "What's a gorgeous woman doing on a beautiful night like tonight by herself?" She gracefully sat down next to you.

That night you two talked and got to know each other. Almost every night since then, that spot on the roof of your apartment building became your meeting place.

xxxxx

You were in your apartment, pacing back and forth. You had heard what was going on with Hammerhead and that Felicia was somehow involved.

You knew Spider-Man was trying to help her, Felicia had told you about how he tried to help her change. Knowing what she does, it doesn't change how you feel about her. Not that she knows about your feelings for her.

Suddenly you heard an explosion in the distance, you could literally feel it shake your apartment. Rushing over to your window, your eyes widened in horror. That was Felicia's place.

"No, no, no..." You place your hand over your mouth as tears start to roll down your cheeks, your heart drops into your stomach.

A few moments later there was a knock on your door. You quickly wipe away the tears before going over to your door and looking out the peephole.

You gasp when you saw who it was, your heart pounding. You yank open the door and pull Felicia into a tight hug. "F-Felicia... but how? I saw what happened..."

She wraps her arms around you, without letting you go she moves the both of you inside your apartment and she closes the door with her foot.

"Come on, sweetheart." She smirked. "You know cats have nine lives."

You look up at her, without even thinking you lean in and kiss her. When you realized what you did, you went to pull away but Felicia held you closer and deepened the kiss.

When you both pull away from the kiss, you start to blush. Felicia moved her hand and placed it on your cheek, cupping it as she gently run her thumb over your cheekbone.

You lean into her touch. "I thought I lost you..."

"You'll never lose me, (Y/N)."

xxxxx

For a few hours you and Felicia talked. You had finally told her how you felt and she did the same. But there was something she wasn't telling you.

You and Felicia were standing at your front door, she wrapped her arms around you. "I need to go into hiding for a while, sweetheart." She gave you an apologetic smile.

You understand, but that didn't mean your heart didn't drop. "Will we ever meet again?"

"Of course we will. You'll be the first person I see when I get back." Felicia leaned in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

When you watch Felicia walk out the door, you wanted nothing more than to run after her and tell her to stay with you. But you knew why she had to go into hiding and she didn't want to put you in any danger.

But you knew you would see her again.

[clowningaroundmars]

working on this hobie1610 thing... but i also have a lil gwen and miles42 thing floating around in my head too..... weehhhh

@starcut-sand you inspire me TOO MUCH!!! CUT THAT OUT!!!! /lh

[lynnlovesspidahman]

happy birthday.

peter parker x reader

masterlist.

warnings : none :))

word count : 1.2k

summary : peter’s not easy to shop for, so you settle for a gift money cant buy. happy birthday peter parker 😏

again, i just love ps4 peter so he was in mind while writing this. but you can imagine any of them!!

Peter’s birthday was in 3 days.

You’ve been dating for a little over 5 months, now. You wanted him to feel special for his birthday, considering everything he’s done for you over the course of your relationship.

But he’s such a hard person to shop for. You’ve been wandering around Target for what feels like ages now.

At first, new cologne seemed like a good idea. But, you already prefer the one he already uses (and you have no clue which one that is, you can’t exactly just ask him now).

The next best was new clothes. And they did have nice pairs of the flannel shirts he always seems to wear (He looked delicious every time, you couldn’t argue with that). You looked through the hangers, picked out the best looking ones, and threw them into your cart.

So now you have is a few shirts, cool. But still not enough. So you ran through a couple of gifts you thought he would appreciate. Scratch that, he has to love it, not just appreciate it.

Flowers? No, he can’t take care of them properly.

Skin care? No, he’s told you before he can’t be bothered, he literally uses just water. And yet his skin remains clear.

Shower stuff? Might give the wrong message.

Candy? Too basic.

New furniture for his ever so bland apartment? Too much money.

Gift card to his favorite restaurant? That could work, but it probably would end up being used immediately. By you.

Nothing seemed to work for him. You paid for the three shirts you picked out and left.

You were walking down the street, still trying to think of something to get him.

Your phone rang in your pocket. You put the plastic bag in your left hand as you reached for your phone with your right.

You smiled, admiring Peter’s contact photo as it lit up your screen, he was calling you. The photo was from a date 2 months ago.

He took you on a walk through Central Park, which was beautiful during the summertime.

The trees were beautifully green, and the weather was perfectly warm. He wore a black cap that day, which he rarely did.

As you two sat on a bench together, his arm sat behind you on the back of the bench. You couldn’t stop looking over at him as he spoke to you. Needless to say, he was very easy on the eyes that day. You took your phone out to take a photo. You raised it to your side to capture you both, and as soon as he realized you were taking a photo, he gave a thumbs-up and gave a little smirk smile to the camera. That picture has been your favorite of you two since then.

In that moment, you realized you were so in love with him. But you didn’t tell him. It still felt too early. And you weren’t exactly confident in the I-love-you-return. So you kept it to yourself, to this day.

Before it could go to voicemail from you accidentally staring at his contact photo, you answered his call.

“Hi!”

“Hi, Peter,” You pressed your lips together to stop yourself from smiling too much.

“Whatcha up to?”

“Nothing, just finished shopping at Target, I was bored.”

“Oh, okay. Are you busy?”

You checked the time, 2:43 PM.

“No, why?”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out at my place, for a bit.”

“Duh. I just gotta head back home and do get my stuff.”

“Okay! Just tell me when you’re on your way.”

“I will, See ya later, L-“ It was a habit for you to say that when ending a call and you almost did to Peter. Good catch, Y/N.

“See ya.”

You hung up the call, letting out the breath you were holding during the last second of the call. You almost fucked up, bad.

But would it have been so bad?

Peter’s birthday is today. Still, all you’ve gotten him is those three shirts.

You feel so shitty. So you quickly came up with a plan.

You would take him out to brunch, walk in central park, and sit on that same bench, and maybe maybe maybe tell him you love him?

Which is a horrible fucking birthday present especially if he doesn’t feel the same way and has to let you down easily. But, you want to let him know he’s important to you and no gift was able to speak that for you.

What’s there to lose to just say it to him?

Everything. You could lose everything you’ve built with him. Don’t say it, Y/N.

“Hey, Peter?” You turned your body to face him, you two were sitting in the exact bench.

“Hm?” He looked over at you, his eyebrows raised.

He was wearing the new blue flannel you bought him. You washed it for him the other day and gave it to him during brunch. Immediately he had put one on (your favorite that you picked out) and has been wearing it all day.

“I wanna tell you something,” No going back, do it. You have to.

“Okay.. What’s up?” His whole body was now facing you. All of his attention on you.

“I just- we’ve been together for five months now. Which is a long time with somebody, at least to me. And you’ve become such an important person in my life and being around you has become so routine that I can’t imagine any of my free time being spent without you.”

He slowly nodded, looking confused.

“I should’ve told you this months ago, but I didn’t. I was too nervous to tell you before, and it’s really not a good time to tell you — especially on your birthday — but I can’t keep it a secret anymore-”

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“What?! Peter, no. Quite the opposite actually,” You joked, he didn’t know what you meant though.

“Oh, phew. I got really scared. You got all serious and then you started saying it wasn’t a good thing to tell me on my birthday-”

“I love you.” You blurted, interrupting his rambling.

He just stared at you, mouth still agape from him talking.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” You started to gather your things and about to stand up and leave.

“Wait. Do you? Like actually?” He gripped your wrist, stopping you.

“Yeah,” You turned your head away from him, feeling a blush creep on your face. This was embarrassing.

“I- I love you, too.” He stood up, and positioned his thumb under your jaw to turn your head towards him.

“Wha-”

“I love you.” He repeated himself, this time he was looking into your eyes.

You both leaned in, simultaneously.

“I said it first, but I love you too.” You pulled him by his collar and pressed your lips onto his.

After a moment, you felt him smile against your lips.

“What?” You asked, giggling as you opened your eyes to look at him.

“You love me,” He teased, tickling your sides.

“Don’t get cheesy.”

“No promises,” He laughed, leaning into another kiss.

“Happy birthday, Pete.”

hehehe. okay fr tho it is actually peter parker’s birthday today and i needed to make something. this was lowkey half-assed but i kinda like it so i’m just gonna post it 🥲🥲

likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!! 💓

[parkerpeter24]

Heyy I just replayed the Spider-Man ps4 and ps5 games and was wondering if you could write something where the reader is a big comic Spider-Man fan from a universe where he does not exist. Then they somehow get transported to the insomniac Spider-Man universe. If that makes sense?

through space and through time

coming through with a mediocre fic, here you go ✌️

pairing ➭ insomniac!peter x reader.

warnings: strong language (like, one word); i haven’t read many comics so i couldn’t involve any references but i hope you enjoy this.

“i can’t afford that, i’m broke.” you sighed, clutching the spider-man shirt in your hand before you placed it down gently over the piled up similar shirts, the anxious store worker who’d been constantly following you since you entered the place instantly reaching out to fold the material of clothing.

“maybe you can get it for your birthday?” your friend suggested, gently poking your side with his elbow before he linked his arm with yours and pulled you along to another corner of the store, containing all the snacks.

“maybe...” you looked around, spotting a few favourites, but decided against getting any, “or maybe i could start saving money.”

“you can try.” your friend said as he waved a pack of chocolate oreos in front of you, “but you’ll fail.”

you reached out but before you could grab it, aaron pulled it back. you groaned slightly and slid your hands in the pockets of your shorts, “i don’t like you.”

aaron chuckled, “come on, i’ll get you strawberry ice-cream.” you smiled at that and followed him.

after dinner you’d left a text on the group chat, ensuring if all your friends were coming to college the next day. it was the last year of college and before you were off looking for jobs and ultimately planning your whole lives, you wanted to spend some quality time with your best friends without any worries.

you’d gotten into a heated argument with your friend tobias over the best marvel character and while you’d sided with spidey, he was vouching for wanda, saying she’d defeat him in the wink of an eye– adding along the fact that she was also the hottest character. you rolled your eyes at his obvious comment before putting down your phone and turning over to sleep.

the next day you woke up, you had a splitting headache, even worse than the time you got drunk at the sleepover in zoe’s house when her parents were out of town. you drank plenty of water before getting out of bed. noticing that you were late, you rushed to get ready and rushed out of your apartment, ignoring your mom’s voice scolding you for never appreciating the food she cooks for you.

two blocks away and aaron joined you.

you couldn’t help but notice his appearance. he looked different. his physical appearance hadn’t changed but the way he dressed today was certainly different. the colourful beaded bracelets he usually wore were gone and his simple, monochrome t-shirt did not spell aaron.

you tried to ignore it but it gnawed at the back of your mind.

the two of you walked towards the nearest subway as you complained about your mom always being too uptight. you sighed, “i was right about wanting to save money, i don’t think she’d want to spend money on a stupid shirt.”

aaron looked at you confused, “what do you mean?” you frowned.

“um... the spidey shirt?” he looked clueless.

before you could figure out what was happening here, police sirens, followed by people screaming, raised your ears. you turned around to see a black sedan turning the corner haphazardly, followed by a police car. your eyes widened as you pulled aaron by the arm, taking a few steps back on the sidewalk.

“we should go.” aaron said, dragging you along as he rushed past the scene but the second you turned your head back to glance what was going on, you caught the sight of a certain superhero and your mouth gaped.

spider-man was standing between the car and the road, a foot on the hood of the car due to which the rear wheels lifted off the ground. he was surrounded by camera flashes. you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d held in.

aaron shook your shoulders and your head snapped back to him, he pushed your jaw closed and mumbled the same words as before. how was he not freaked out right now?

you ran with him until the two of you were in the subway and mounting the train that would lead the two of you to your college. you panted, doubling over to catch your breath, “what the... heck... was that?!”

aaron shrugged, “the usual, you know?”

you eyed him as if he’d pushed a toddler for a candy, “what the fuck in freaky friday-”

“you’re acting strangely.” your friend chuckled but you could hear the concern in his voice.

“yeah? well, why aren’t you?!” you cleared your throat and straightened up, looking at the heads turning towards you. the amount of people in the train at this hour didn’t seem uncanny but something felt off to you– the elephant in the room being spider-man himself.

aaron placed a hand on your shoulder, “are you sure you’re okay? after last week’s incident, i’d understand if you wanted to take another day off...”

you’d just opened your mouth to question that but before you could, you had to deboard the train.

you didn’t question anything else throughout the day. it didn’t seem fruitful. everytime you tried, your friends would start acting strange and avoid your questions about the last week, especially zoe. she avoided your eyes as she tucked her chestnut hair behind her ear. just like she would do everytime she was anxious about something.

you returned back to your place pretty soon after school got over. you excused yourself from your friends, saying you had some work but you’d gone straight home. the apartment was silent when you reached. your mom must’ve been asleep– and you didn’t have the will to heat up anything that she must’ve left in the casserole.

you left your bag in your room and quickly exited the building, walking towards your favourite deli just a few blocks away. you hummed the song that was playing through your earbuds as you walked inside the store and asked for your regular sub– taking an orange juice box along with it.

when you were walking back from the deli, you heard an old lady yell, a few feet behind you. when you turned your head, a guy shoved past you, making the stuff in your hands drop down to the sidewalk. you yelled at the man to look where he was going but he only gave you a side glance– the cold stare, even though it lasted a second, sent a chill down your spine.

the next time you turned around to get your stuff up, you saw a blue and red blur swinging towards you. you shrieked and put your hands up but when you sensed no impact, you peeked through your fingers only to see spider-man, standing in front of you in his glorious spandex suit. he picked up the paper bag with your sub and the juice box, handing them over to you, “you gotta stop running into trouble, miss.” he chuckled, in a hurry, his eyes focused behind your shoulder, “gotta go, an old lady needs her bag!”

and that was it.

your first encounter with spider-man.

you didn’t know how you broke out of your trance or when you reached the park bench– at least your sandwich was saved.

you’d just taken the first bite of it when someone cleared their throat behind you. you looked over your shoulder, choking slightly when you saw him again. his suit eyes widened and he hurried to hand you the juice box kept on the bench.

when you took that, he made that his queue to sit down beside you on the bench. this time around, not many people gathered around as in the morning– as if no one cared that spider-man was casually hanging around the park.

“um...” you started awkwardly, “is this a prank? like okay the car thing in the morning was really cool. did tobias put you up to that? he’s like that.” you sighed.

“what?” you heard spider-man mumble as his mask shifted.

“that’s a very good costume too, which spider-man inspired it?” you asked, trying to make sense of everything that you’d encountered today.

“which...?” the right eye on his suit shrinked in confusion.

“seriously, it’s not funny.” you laughed

“then why are you laughing?” spider-man blinked.

you blinked back as a response, “who are you?”

“i’m spider-man.”

you scoffed, “sure, and i’m john cena.”

“well, you don’t look it, but i am actually spider-man.” he said, sighing, “look, i was just here to make sure you’re okay-”

“there’s no way you’re him.” you gave him a challenging look.

spider-man sighed again.

he pointed his hand towards your juice box and in an instant a string of web attached to it. he pulled it towards himself before tossing it into the trash can.

you looked at him in disbelief.

“believe me now?”

“...i was having that juice.”

spider-man rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “sorry- i’ll get you a new one?” he offered.

“it’s fine.” you shook your head, “you can’t actually be peter parker.”

“how did you- how would you-” you could see his mouth fall agape through the fabric of his mask. he dodged your hand as you reached out for the hem of it, “hey!”

“let me see!”

he got up and you followed.

“look, you’re a weird lady and i don’t know how you know my name-” his voice dropped to a whisper, “my identity! but... don’t tell anyone.”

“are you like, tom holland?”

“who?”

“or andrew garfield... he’s dreamy.”

“i don’t think i’m-”

“or are you tobey, or-”

“who are these people you’re naming?!”

“they’re like... famous people” you shrugged, “now will you let me see?”

spider-man again took a step back, “no! why should i?”

“listen... today has been one of the craziest- not even one of the, today is the craziest day of my life! i don’t even understand where i am or what is going on with my friends or how i-”

“look, i saved you last week from a goon, and that’s how i remember you but i don’t know how you know me!”

“through comics... and movies.”

“yeah, but they don’t tell people my identity!” he protested, “did felicia somehow-”

“no. no, no, no. i... this is crazy but, i’m... not from this earth.”

spider-man’s eyes widened, “oh.”

“in fact i’m from a place where spider-man only exists in movies and... that’s you.”

“oh, well, that’s not me. i’m not really the showbiz kinda guy, if you catch my drift” he threw a finger gun at you.

you crossed your arms and he chuckled awkwardly, “see that’s why i wanna see your face.”

“see, the purpose of the mask-”

“i know you’re pete-!” before you could finish the sentence, a hand was covering your mouth. your eyes widened slightly as you looked at the robotic spider-man eyes. if you focused enough, you could make out the outline of his features through his mask due to the proximity.

he backed up when he realised, clearing his throat, “s-sorry...”

“y/n.”

“y/n.” he mumbled, “sorry about that.”

“look, i... may need your help.”

“i don’t really know any good psychiatrists, may i refer you to my friend, yuri-”

“excuse me, i’m completely fine.” you rolled your eyes and peter couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

“my bad. but how exactly would you need my help...? i don’t know anything about... travelling to another earth.”

you felt your head gears turning as you looked into his eyes l, “well, do you have any guy named fisk?”

“willy? yeah, i mean... he’s in prison now.” he shrugged, “i don’t see how he could be behind all this...”

“oh, spidey.” you sighed, “we have a great deal to talk about.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[websterss]

FIRST IMPRESSIONS — PS4!PETER PARKER

REQUEST: I dont know how detailed you'd like the request, but may I request a PS4 Parker x Ninja Reader. GN. They've been dating Parker for a little while and he wants to meet their family and Reader is really excited because their family means so much, but they're also nervous because usually people find Ninja clans intimidating. Bonus if he doesn't know they're a Ninja untill he gets there.

WARNING(S): fluff

WORD COUNT: 2,030

PAIRING: PS4!Peter Parker x GN!Reader  

A/N: I hope you like it love! <33 Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

It took a lot for you to be left baffled or speechless. It was a very limited occurrence. The first occurrence had been when Peter decided to spill the fact that he was New York’s Spider-Man. You had probably stared at him for a good half hour. After that you were left pacing back and forth in your living room as he sat patiently waiting for you to react. When you did, Peter had expected you to hit his shoulder.

“How could you keep this from me?” You had scolded him. Every news article and tv report where there had been a massive disaster resurfaced your memory. It worried you even more now knowing it had been him underneath the mask. Knowing that him, Peter, your Peter was out there risking his life and being a hero. That whole night was spent with Peter explaining himself and trying to make you understand all the reasons he didn’t tell you. One being for your own safety. The more evolved you were, the more leverage every bad guy with a vendetta against him had to use against him. He couldn’t risk it. So he kept his alter ego a secret.

The second occurrence was when you were both having a night in your apartment. You offered to cook while he picked something for you two to watch. Deciding on some early two-thousands movie, he got it ready to just press play, then stood up as he walked over to the small counter. He leaned his arms on it and tapped his finger against the wood. You had spared him a glance, smiling as he gave you a timid smile. You turned the chicken you had been cooking and leaned back from the stove to face him. Crossing your arms as you narrowed your eyes at him.

“What’s up?”

“Mmm…nothing why?” Peter stopped biting his lip and straightened up. His hands colliding and sliding against each other to ease his troubled mind.

“You’re doing that thing with your hands.” You giggled as you gestured to his fidgeting. “You only do that when something is on your mind. What’s up?” You leaned forward on your hands, opposite of him at the counter. He sighed, he rolled his eyes. Of course you could read through him. Five months strong and you had him read like a book by now.

“I just— It's not something you bring up a lot, and we’ve been together for five months now and it crossed my mind the day on patrol. So it got me thinking…stay open minded okay?” The corner of his lip lifted.

“Peter just say it!” You laughed. Your head shook, then urged him along with your hands.

“I want to meet your parents.” You leaned back this time. Your mouth opened and closed not knowing what to say. You stared down at the wood then back to him. Your eyes narrowed deep in thought. Peter could see the crease between your brows. He bit down in his lip. Eyes searching for any signs of discomfort or refusal.

“You— You want to meet my parents?” You gaped at him.

“Yeah!” He nodded. “I figured it was time ya know, but if you think now's not the right time. We could always wait until you’re ready. I just figured since you don’t really talk so much about them that’d you be against the idea. It was just a suggestion-“ You walked around the counter and brought your lips against his. Peter relaxed, sighing into the act of affection. He cupped your face gently, deepening the kiss further. When you had to breathe you pulled back bashfully. Touching your lips with a smile. Peter licked his lips, a smirk forming on his lips. He loved it when you got timid after enacting the first move. He brought his hands up to rub and soothe your arms.

“I didn’t think you’d want to.” You breathed out. “You really want to?” Peter saw a glint shine in your eyes. You were glowing with joy.

“Yes. I figured if anytime is the right time. It’s now.”

“Oh you don’t how happy I am to hear that. Oh god, okay!” You palmed your forehead, deep in thought. “When would we even do it? I’ll have to talk with my mother about scheduling a day. Her and my father are usually busy with— Oh my goodness, my brother. You’ll be meeting him too. I’ll have to give you a run down on him too. He’s usually busy too, but if I tell them that my boyfriend wants to meet them. Then surely they’ll clear time in their schedules. What would we even eat?” You started pacing back and forth. Peter watched with amusement as you started overthinking. “Oh that reminds me, I have to tell my mother not to put peppermint in any of the food she might make. Don’t want you having an allergic reaction in the middle of dinner.” You stopped to look at him then continued. “What else? Should we have lunch instead?” You frowned. Peter decided to stop you and placed his hands over your arms to hold you in place.

“Babe, you're doing that thing again.”

“What?” You looked up with big eyes.

“You’re overthinking things. I’m sure meeting them will be fine. From what you have said about them. They sound great.” He leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek. He then pushed past you to remove the chicken from the pan and put it into a bowl.

“Yeah…” You nodded trying to reassure yourself. “It’ll be fine.”

“What was it you said your family did again?” Peter asked.

Your eyebrows furrowed when you answered him. How the hell would you even tell him your family were well trained specialized assassins?

“Uh— they work in uh...private security.” You nonchalantly scratched the back of your head. Your face scrunched, not thinking he would believe you.

“Oh nice. Like for the mayor?” You closed your eyes, bringing your fist and elbow towards your chest in silent victory. 

“Uh— ish.” You stared dead at a piece of lint on the floor. Oh boy he was in for it, alright. 

-

You didn't know just how nervous you were until you had Peter with you at your doorstep. You had knocked a few times waiting for anyone home to answer, but when you reached for the handle. The door pushed open. You peeked your head in checking for any signs of life. You had every right to be cautious.

“Ma we’re home.” You called out. You hummed in wonder. You reached into your back pocket to pull out your phone. “That’s weird I told her we would be here earlier.”

“Maybe she forgot-” Peter began, but was startled.

You had heard the shout before you could fully register what they said. Your head had snapped to the voice then back to Peter in time to catch the star that was about to pierce through his face. Your boyfriend was close to dropping dead. Your heart rate was beating against your chest. You breathed in and out deeply to control yourself. Fear and anger had befriended your entire body. You spared a glance to Peter who just stared in shock at your hand in front of his face. His eyes up to his chest in surrender. He didn’t know what to do. You sheepishly looked away as you lowered the hand that caught the star, it was like three inches from his face. You examined it thoroughly and rolled your eyes. It was your mothers.

“Is everyone alive?” You frowned as your mother came into the living area. Her hands up in surrender, a grimace present on her face as she flinched at the ninja star in your hand.

“Hardly!” You yelled. “What were you thinking? You could have taken his eye out ma.”

“You said 6:30. It is 6:00!” She defended.

You let your face fall into your hands, shaking your head.

“I texted you!” You reminded her.

“What no you-“ She took her phone out to check. “You did not text me— Ma, Peter and I will be there at 6 instead— Oh.” She trailed off tucking her phone back into her back pocket. “Okay maybe you did…” She grimaced. She turned to Peter and welcomed him with open arms. “You must be Peter, may we move past my attempt to take your life?” She laughed as she patted his back. Peter chuckled nervously as he side eyed you in fear.

“S-Sure…” He nodded, letting her give him a hug. Though he stiffened when she voiced her motherly warnings.

“Good good…just know that’s only one way I can kill you. So treat them well.” She patted his arms gently. Then backed away from him. “Who’s hungry?”

Peter laughed nervously. He was practically sweating as he watched her head further into the house, possibly the kitchen, or the weapons room. He wasn’t so sure anymore.

Your face fell into your palms. This was going to be a long night.

“Your mom seems nice...” He offered a smile, but he was just really pulling your ear.

“Wait till you meet my father. You’ll think he’s super nice.” You looped your arm with his as you led him to the kitchen. Peter took the star from your grasp. Raising it up to his face in disbelief.

“This is a ninja star.” He stopped before the kitchen doors. You laughed, shaking your head. 

“Or correctly referred to as...The Shuriken. Throwing star.” You informed him.

“Ya know I had this gut feeling you were something but I never would have guessed a ninja.” Peter shook his head. “You being able to sneak up on me makes a lot of sense now.” He laughed.

“My family is, our clan really...I’m still in— training.” You trailed off, not wanting to tell him what your final test involved for your official initiation. “Also I can sneak up on you because you tend to let your guard down more when you’re out of the suit...not because I’m a ninja.” You smirked.

“Your family owns throwing stars. I thought these only existed in movies.” His eyes widened as he used the name of them correctly. 

“No they exist.” You nodded. “Movies tend to be misleading though. Too exaggerated. We don’t wear masks or wear all black. We make use of disguises to blend in more with civilians. Makes striking our targets easier.” You smiled. “Besides, we don't just own throwing stars. We also learn how to throw them properly...” You took it from his hands before he cut himself.

“Can I see?” Finally settled down and intrigued. Peter grew excited. 

“What? You want me to throw it?” You chuckled.

“Please.” He nodded and rocked on his heels.

“Okay fine...” You rolled your eyes, sighing. “Just this once, yeah.” You had fixed your stance and turned to face the front door where Peter had been standing before. You aligned your hand with the star next to your face, then let it fly forward. Peter zoned in on it spinning. It spun smoothly. You both anticipated for it to dig into the material of the front door, but you felt your heart sink when the front door opened.

You gasped. A hand over your mouth. Eyes widened in fear as your brother leaned back in time for the star to miss him and for your father to catch it. 

“Did I forget to mention I’m still working on my time management?” You grimaced at Peter. 

“Yup.” Peter closed his eyes.

“Y/N!” You grew smaller and smaller under their stern gazes. 

“You- You could’ve killed me!” Your brother sputtered. He ran a hand over his hair subconsciously. He met your gaze again, pointing a finger at you. “This is why you’re in training!” 

Peter stood awkwardly, biting his lip. Your brother noticed him and straightened out. He stepped forward holding a hand out. “Hey, nice to meet you. You must be Peter!” He exclaimed, then added. “How much did she pay you?” You scoffed, offended. You reached forward and started smacking the side of his shoulder.