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mvltisstuff · 7 months

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teenage fever - p.p **

summary: peter helps cool his girl down after she gets in trouble at school

peter parker x reader

smut warning pookies 🤭

“got detention today, don’t have to drive me home :(“

peter saw the text the second it arrived, happy to see y/n’s name flash upon his screen. however, his face matched the emoji she put when he noticed what it said.

“what happened? i’ll pick you up and we can head back together after, okay?”

she left a little thumbs up on the message. “i’ll explain later, i’m just annoyed rn”

so, he waited in the parking lot for her. he never minds waiting for her, especially when it’s as rare as this. she never gets in trouble, she’s always been a good student, so he’s completely lost as to why she’s being punished. he sits in his car on his phone for a bit, still pondering why she may have gotten detention.

he saw her walk out of the back doors of the school, heading toward his car with her bag slung over one shoulder. he could instantly see the frustration on her face, and was ready to listen and be the best boyfriend he could.

she walked up, opening the door and sighing as she sat in the passengers seat. “you’ll never fucking guess.”

“i really don’t think i could,” he replies, looking into her face that almost has a smirk on it.

“my shitty calc teacher, right?”

“mhm, go on.”

“she reported my outfit to the office and gave me a detention for being disrespectful about it. all i said was that my outfit was fine! people wear shit like this all the time, and suddenly it’s a problem when i do it?”

peter realizes that he hasn’t gotten a good look at y/n today. at least he hasn’t seen her around school when they have this schedule. so, he takes his time now to scan the outfit that the math teacher supposedly hated.

her hair was pulled back lightly, a few pieces left out in the front. it shaped her face beautifully, the face peter admires every day. he looked down to her top, it was white with thin straps, the ends almost going into a corset-type of look. her waist was perfectly shaped, the one that peter always runs his hands down when standing beside her. the top pushed her boobs up as well, complimenting her lovely round breasts and cleavage that she showed. her shorts were just under her belly button, the dark blue showing off her hips and the way her thighs looked. he tried to sneak by a peek to her ass, turning peter into a hormonal freshman again. he takes in her entire figure, thinking about all the times he’s touched it, kissed it, pleasured it.

“you good?” y/n asks, her brows furrowing when they notice the blank stare on peters face. “babe, stop staring at my boobs, i’ve had enough of that today.”

“sorry!” he exclaims. “i think your outfits good- or hot- well you always look beautiful no matter what you wear.”

“thanks,” she smiles, seeing through his act. just by the way she looks at him, peter can feel himself getting warmer. every single time she fans her lashes while she looks up at him sends goosebumps down his arms, leading to his crotch as he shuffled uncomfortably in the driver seat. “you’re so funny sometimes.”

“what?” he asks.

“i just turned you on by stepping into this car, peter. don’t act all innocent on me,” she tells him, tilting herself more angled toward him. he notices the way her arms get closer together, pushing her tits together and peter can feel himself getting harder. “wow, maybe my teacher was right. maybe i am too distracting.”

she pulls a grin onto her face, letting her hand rest on his thigh. he shivers lightly, placing his own hand on top of hers. she places a hand on the side of his face, pushing his lips against her own. just by kissing her boyfriend, y/n could almost forget about the trouble she was in. she’d do it all again if it lead her to this, though. his hand brushes against her knuckles, lightly floating her hand over his sweatpants.

they are both fully facing each other, eyes shut as they fall into the others mouth. peter could always make her feel like they were the only people in the world, and no one else mattered.

he could easily taste the flavored gloss she had on, the scent instantly entering his nose as she inches closer to him. his fingers ran over her jaw and over her hair, admiring the silky strands on her head that he loved so much. he wishes the noises she made were louder, so he could hear her little noises perfectly, just the ones that turn him on more. it lasts for minutes, her hands trailing down to his thick biceps from all the crime fighting he did. her touch was always warm besides the cool feeling of her few rings on his skin. he let himself wander down to her waist, caressing the side before landing them onto her hips.

“y/n,” he groans into her mouth, pulling away slowly to lean his head against hers.

“shh,” she cuts him off. “i know what you want.”

“i want you to wear this every day.”

“yeah, yeah,” she mumbles, chuckling at him as he writhes under her touch. one of his hands still remains on her hip as she starts to inch her fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. he can feel himself getting antsy for her to touch him, to do anything to him to relieve the pressure in his body.

his wish is her command in an instant, helping him to pull down the sweatpants past his crotch to reveal his boxers underneath. when she peels down the boxers, his hardened dick is immediately in her grasp, her mouth watering just by looking at his. she leaves a soft kiss on his tip, only relieving an gram of tightness through his abdomen.

she wraps her hand around his shaft, starting to pump lightly and gets the sweetest moan from peters lips. she adores seeing him like this, the way he falls into her grasp and lets her please him. “jesus, y/n.”

“i know, baby,” she smiles up at his blushed face while he looks at his favorite sight. she takes her tongue and drags it up the underside of his dick, wrapping her mouth around him and keeping her hands on the end. peters hands fly around the place at the intensity, not knowing where to put them until he places one on y/n’s head and the other on the side of his thigh.

she bobs her head up and down on him, sucking his dick with such ease that it makes him more turned on than he’s ever been. he hates to think of this, but he thinks of her in that class, her perfect body on display for him as the teacher eyes her.

the way his dick throbs and jumps makes her feel the arousal form in her heat, just knowing that she’s completely wet over hearing peters moans for her. she pulls back, letting the saliva form in her mouth before sucking her mouth back onto him. she looks over at his veiny hands clutching the car door, his chest heavily breathing and heart pounding. “y/n, fuck i’m really close.”

she signals to him that he can come by just continuing her motions on him. her extra hand moves down to his balls while she fondles them as he groans out into the thick air of the car. when he finally reaches his orgasm, his cum coats the inside of her mouth, settling in her tongue as she wipes some from her lip. he laughs when he watches her swipe some off her chin and swallow the rest, only finding it hotter as he gets hard again.

once peter catches his breath again, he loops his finger through the belt holes in her shorts, pulling them up toward him and he’s able to see the curve of her ass in them and he watches her thigh swing over him, just remembering all the times he’s been in-between them.

“wait,” he starts. “get these off.” he points to the shorts, helping her peel them off her legs to noticed the lacy pair of panties she had on underneath. he doesn’t bother to take her shirt off, not wanting to waste another moment where he’s not inside of her. “you look so hot today, baby.”

“thanks, peter,” she grins against his lips. “but i can just tell from how hard you are right now.” she grinds herself into his crotch, the fabric of her underwear rubbing against him, making him moan. he reached down, moving her panties to the side and runs his fingers through her warm folds. she pushes her warmth up against his dick, sliding his length through her slick pussy.

“you’re this wet for me already?”

“you’re crazy if you think i haven’t been this wet for you all day.” she whispers into his ear. “honestly, there wasn’t a period today that i didn’t think about you fucking me in this car, peter. even in detention.”

“it’s a good thing mr. stark tinted my windows, can’t see anything in here.”

she continues to rock her hips against him before he reaches underneath them. he shoves two of his fingers into her vagina, craving the taste of her on his tongue. she sighs out at the feeling of him filling her with just two of his fingers, only to be disappointed when he pulls them out again.

he brings them to his mouth, sucking on his fingers before reaching back down to his own dick, slipping it through her folds before sinking into her pussy.

they moan out simultaneously, instantly feeling somewhat relieved of the horniness they felt early. he still grabs a hold of her waist, helping bounce her up and down on his shaft as he moans out sweet nothings in her ear. “oh my god, y/n, this feels so good.”

she runs her fingers through his hair, ruining the small amount of gel he had applied that morning. his own arms reached around, pulling her into his chest and having her lean against him, his head fully in her soft tits and he was finally in heaven.

he reached another one of his hands down, circling her clit with his thumb and getting closer with the thought of him inside of her. he starts to tease the small nerves, making her moan out and pull him closer against her. “holy shit, peter!”

he starts thrusting up into her, using his lower body to slam into her repeatedly. he admired the way her boobs jiggle to the action of him fucking her. the coil in his stomach only began to tighten more, knowing that his second orgasm was close. he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to contain himself and resist cumming inside her warm pussy, but luckily birth control exists.

“peter, i’m gonna cum,” she announces, feeling his thrusts get choppier inside of her. “fuck, fuck, fuck! peter!” she utters out to each of his last thrusts before feeling his own release warm inside of her. the fireworks inside of her went off, feeling the intense stream of pleasure through her nerves. her heart thumps against her chest as she comes down from the high, peters thrusts only being slow and sensual now.

“god, i’ll never get enough of you.” peter mumbles into her neck, giving it light pecks as they both relax in each others arms.

“thank you,” she says.

“for what?”

“well, first of all for that awesome sex, and second, just for being there. you didn’t have to wait for me.”

“i’m glad i did, trust me. i’ll always wait for you.” he tells her, making a cheesy beam grow on her mouth. “i love you.”

“i love you, too, peter.” she plants one last kiss to his lips before moving back to her own seat.

lil extra smth

when peter and y/n walk in together, he slightly trails behind her, noticing the lightness and excitement in her mood. she walks into the room, the fellow avengers sitting around. sam, bucky, and steve were all playing cards games at the table as nat watched over them. tony sat on the couch, reading over something about him that was released in the news paper.

they hear friday announce that y/n and peter have arrived, and they surely didn’t expect a bubbly y/n in her outfit to come waltzing in. “hi, guys!” she says, looking around and giving them a nice smile as peter walks in, too.

“what’s got her so bubbly today?”

“i got a detention today!” she says, with no apparent upset on her face. “sorry we’re later than normal.” she looks at nat next making eye contact and winking at her as she skips away to her room. peter trails behind, almost shamefully walking away from the rest of them. nat just looks at her drink smirking while it swirls in the cup, knowing exactly what’s got y/n so thrilled. she gives a certain face to everyone else, signaling what went down.

“are you kidding me?” sam complains. “you’re telling me parker got laid today and i didn’t?”

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frost-queen · 3 months

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Starcrossed lovers // part 2 (Reader x Peter Parker) NWH

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Summary: The battle is ending as you finally have a sight of why Peter was so drawn to you. Can you rewrite the stars or will they remain unchanged forever? [ part 1 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 ]

You gasped looking up. A sandstorm picked up as broken off pieces of the structure got lifted up in the air. From your position on the ground, you could easily see the battle. All three Peter’s swinging on their web. Peter, your Peter was focused on Green Goblin. Peter two focusing on Lizard.

Peter three avoiding a bolt of electricity. They were so occupied they didn’t had eyes for what was happening behind them. Eyes widening you saw the broken off pieces fly towards Peter three. You ran out from your hiding position. – “Peter!” – you screamed loud, gaze upwards.

Peter three’s eyes widened hearing your voice. As if his spider tingle was tuned on finding your voice blindly. His immediate reaction was to look down to you. – “Peter!” – you screamed again pointing upwards. Peter’s gaze went back up, looking back in horror at the flying piece of structure coming his way.

He shot a web swinging past it just in time. His action made him nearly bump against Peter one, your Peter. Peter three was dangling sloppy and out of balance. He shot another web directing him to vast ground on the construction. He needed to find his balance again.

His feet touched vast ground as he stumbled a bit forwards. Ned moving out of the way just in time. – “What are you doing the battle is up there.” – Ned called out. Peter grabbed onto the railing, shooting Ned a glare out of breath. MJ slapped him hard against the arm. – “You try fighting off all those villains.” – MJ said coming to his defence.

Peter saluted her before jumping on the railing and leaping into the depts. MJ came running over to the railing, greeted by a tumbling Peter in the air as his web had released. Strange was on top as a piece of construction went his way.

He quickly opened a portal as it flung through it. Another portal opened closer to the ground. Surprised you looked up, eyes wide in horror. A piece of structure slowly falling down. You started to scream, running to a direction, hoping you’d be fast enough to not get squashed. – “Y/n!” – Peter one called out in a panic.

“On it!” – Peter two replied setting himself off to jump down. He kept falling till he shot out a web. Changing his position to swing fast, opening an arm. He lifted his feet up so they wouldn’t scrape the ground as he flung low.

With a loud oof where you grabbed and lifted up in the air with him. – “Careful out there Y/n.” – he said with a soft chuckle. – “Blame Strange.” – you mumbled out. Peter two came to a stop further away. He let go of you. – “Go hide!” – he ordered before launching himself back in the air.

You ran to some rubble, finding a hiding spot in between. There you waited for the battle to come to an end. Hoping Strange wouldn’t drop another boulder on you. While you waited, unconsciously were you pulled back to the feeling when you fell.

The fear making your muscles tense. Then that warm feeling came when Peter caught you. Somehow when you were in his arms, your fear faded away. Seeing the fear and heartbreak in his eyes made you yearn to comfort him.

Being with him was like a movie you had seen before. Something close yet out of reach. There was no denying the way his presence made you feel. Feel visible. With Peter, your Peter you were visible too, but not that much.

You very much felt like a side-character watching the main one’s have a wonderful life as you faded out into nothingness. Only being present when you were requested. Sometimes you felt lonely around your friends. Almost as if you were that one person just too much.

It wasn’t a great feeling. With Peter, Peter three you didn’t felt that way. It felt like you were actually mattered. A feeling you wanted to hold onto for as long as it could.

Everyone made their way down as the battle had been stilled. Peter one had held MJ to bring her down safely. Ned was with Strange as Peter two and three joined. MJ and Peter hugged tightly. Ned exhaled relieved running up to them. Peter three looked around worried.

“Y/n? Where is Y/n?” – he said in a bit of a panic. You hear your name, moving a fallen plate out of your way to clear your way. - “Peter!” – you called out as three heads turned your way. You came out of your hiding place now that the battle had toned down. – “Y/n.” – Peter said from your earth relieved.

You started to run up to them beyond relieved that no one was too injured. Perhaps a few bruises. He smiled opening his arms a bit to you, ready to receive a hug from you. Yet his smile faltered when you ran past him to another Peter. You swung your arms around Peter three as they liked to call him and spun around with him as he hugged you tightly back.

Peter, your Peter gaped confused at you. Peter two came by his side placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Peter three had his hand against the back of your head. – “Are you hurt?” – he asked setting you back down. You shook your head, presenting your good state to him.

“All clear.” – you joked making him smile saddened. – “Peter.” – Strange called out. Peter three lowered his head knowing what was to come. Tilting your head a bit, you watched Peter carefully. – “Why are you sad?” – you asked.

He lifted his head up with a teary smile. – “You gave me something I could only dream off.” – he told you letting his thumb brush against your cheek. You smiled genuinely back at him. – “Peter.” – Strange persisted on, waiting to send him back. Peter’s smile faded knowing he’d never get to see you again.

MJ picked up on the way Peter was looking at you. It made him look at her own Peter for a moment. – “You lost someone didn’t you?” – she asked out of the blue. Peter lifted his head up to her, surprised. He then nodded saddened. – “I…I did…” – he answered. His hand slid down as his head lowered briefly. – “I…I lost your MJ…” – he gestured at your Peter. – “My… my Y/n.” – he swallowed down the knot in his throat.

You blinked surprised to him, hearing your name out of his mouth. Suddenly it was all so clear. The feeling why you felt so attracted to Peter. Like magnets. Your first reaction was to throw your arms around him and embrace him. Wanting to be close to him.

Peter hugged you tightly back. He didn’t want the feeling to end. Neither did you. – “Peter! Say your final goodbye’s.” – Strange called out. It made you pull away. – “Can’t… can’t he stay?” – you asked as his hand was still on your lower back. Strange shook his head. – “No kid, this world can’t have two spiderman. He belongs on his earth, where they need a spiderman like him.” – Strange explained.

Peter and you looked at each other. – “What if…” – Peter started as you finished off his words. – “What if I come with him?” – you suggested. – “What?” – Peter called out, your Peter. – “Y/n you can’t be serious!” – he called out walking up to you. – “You belong here with us!” – he made perfectly clear.

“Do I Peter?” – you answered back. You turned away from your Peter, back to Strange. – “I can come with him right? He lost his Y/n, so it wouldn’t create a paradox, right?” – you explained. – “Kid…” – Strange began as you knew he was going to tell you no.

“That’s not how it works. The you from his world is no more. You don’t belong there. I’m sorry.” – he told you. – “There must be a way?” – Peter three exclaimed. – “There isn’t!” – Strange answered snappy. Peter, your Peter was pulling on your wrist, pulling you away from him. – “No… please…” – you begged reaching out to Peter. Peter knew he was being selfish but he wanted you.

He missed you so deeply, he couldn’t imagine a world without you. Peter reached back for you. You broke free from Peter’s grip, running up to him. You clamped yourself onto him, not wanting to let go. – “I just want you.” – you told him. Peter held tightly onto you, afraid he might lose you again if he loosened his grip on you. – “I love you Y/n. On every earth.” – he told you as you slowly felt his grip loosen.

Confused you stumbled a bit forwards at the loss of a grip. With glossy eyes your arms embraced yourself. Crying you fell to your knees. Peter, your Peter approached you placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. You brushed it off, wanting nothing of him. Strange had finished the spell without anyone knowing.

Peter stumbled forwards, looking confused at his empty hands. – “No…no…n-n-no…” – he stumbled out grabbing the air, wanting to feel your last touch. – “Nooo!” – he cried out dropping to his knees. Strange had finished the spell. Sending him back to his earth alone. It felt more dreadful knowing he had you back, just to be taken away.

Once again his heart began to bleed with sorrow and grief. Grief overtaking him so badly, he started to hyperventilate in the abandoned alleyway. This was torture. After a while he dragged himself back to his house. Aunt May looking worriedly up.

“Where have you…” – she was about to scold him when she noticed the stained tears on his cheek. She immediately ran up to him, embracing him for comfort. – “I’ve lost her again…” – he said to Aunt May as she furrowed her brows.

She moved some hair aside to sooth him. She knew how hard your death had fallen upon him. Peter went to his bedroom letting himself fall onto his bed. Staring at the ceiling, he felt like spinning. – “I’ve lost you once, but not again…” – he told himself.

“I’ll find a way… even if it is the last thing I do.” – he rolled over to his side, his gaze falling on the many pictures of you and him on his wall. – “Come back to me…” – he said with a tiny crack in his voice.

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summer loving (three) ⎸ t.h

⌙ summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

⌙ au: based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 2.8k

⌙ warnings: swearing, a little hint of jealousy, shawn being cute and nervous bc he’s baby, sam is slowly falling head over heels.

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

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the next morning, you woke up to the sun shining in through the curtains in your bedroom. you groaned as you turned onto your side, grabbing your phone from the nightstand. you looked at the time and sighed loudly, your head falling back into the pillow.

7:15am.

you closed your eyes, but was interrupted by a soft buzz coming from your phone. you grabbed it, squinting at the text that had popped up on the screen.

tom can we talk?

you rolled your eyes, throwing your phone back down onto the bed as you threw the covers off your body. you grabbed a simple sundress out of the closet, something nikki had bought for your first day of being a big sister. you slipped it over your head, tugging it down the rest of your body before you fixed your hair. you applied a bit of concealer under your eyes to hide the bags and some mascara, not really feeling like doing a whole face of makeup. you grabbed the tube of lipgloss, putting some onto your lips and looking yourself over in the mirror. you were content with the way you looked, slipping on a pair of sandals before you made your way down the steps.

you walked into the kitchen to be met with tom who was fixing himself a cup of tea. you didn’t say anything to him as you moved around him, trying to find something you could have for breakfast.

“i’m sorry for the way i acted the other day,” he said, “it really isn’t my business about what you do.”

you nodded, “it isn’t.”

he bit down on his lower lip nervously, but watched as you struggled to grab the box of cereal on the top shelf. he placed a hand on your lower back, reaching above you to grab the box. you held your breath, ignoring the feeling of your skin being on fire where he’d touched you. you grabbed the box from his hands, quickly pulling yourself together.

“thanks.”

he hummed back as you sat down at the island, trying to enjoy your breakfast before everyone else decided they were hungry this morning.

“i mean it, y’know,” he said, bringing up the topic again, “wasn’t my place.”

you nodded, “i got it, tom. thanks.”

“for what it’s worth, i think you’d be a great big sister for the girls.”

you looked up at him as he raised his mug at you in a ‘cheers’ motion, walking out of the room. you groaned, placing your head on your forearm. this was all so complicated, why was tom holland the most complicated boy you’d ever met?

but then, you thought about shawn. he was handsome, and he was really nice to you. he seemed like a genuinely nice guy. and to be honest, you got sick of waiting around to see if tom was going to say anything about the fact that the both of you almost kissed. you knew you needed to move on if tom wasn’t going to act on anything, and maybe it was worth giving shawn a shot.

then you realized you didn’t get his number, which made you mentally facepalm yourself. of course you didn’t.

“good morning to the deb’s newest big sister.” sam smiled as he walked into the kitchen.

you smiled, but rolled your eyes playfully at him, “morning, sam.”

“excited?” he asked and you shrugged back at him.

“in a way, yes. but in a way, no.”

“understandable.”

you sighed as you looked at the time on your phone: 7:45am. you had to be at the country club by 8:30. you looked out the window at the water, smiling at the waves crashing against the shore.

“god, i wish i could surf right now.”

“surf when you get back,” sam suggested, “you and i can do a little night surf action, y’know? like the old days.”

your nose scrunched up, “the last time we went night surfing you almost drowned.”

“yeah, well, i’m more coordinated now.”

you nodded, “i’ll think about it.”

he nodded back at you, taking a spoon full of your cereal. you gasped at him, letting out a chuckle as he smiled back at you.

“theif! get your own!”

“sorry, it’s better when it’s someone else’s.”

you rolled your eyes, “yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“think of it as payback for the amount of times you’ve stolen my food.”

you tilted your head, “touché.”

“want me to drop you off at the club? i gotta head into town with austin and paddy anyway, gotta pick something up for my mom.”

you nodded, “sure, let me grab my things.”

he nodded back at you as made your way back up the stairs, he watched you. he watched the way your hair fell around your face, the way you looked in the sundress his mom had gotten you, the way it complimented your eyes.

fuck, he was done for.

he jumped as harry walked up behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder, “when are you gonna get the balls to tell her you like her?”

“mmm… never. because you wanna know why? because tom would have my head on a pitchfork.”

“tom?” harry scoffed, “our brother tom who’s been hanging around with alicia garnett? trust me mate, he’s not worried about you and y/n.”

“hold on, you said he’s been hanging around with alicia?”

harry nodded, “yeah, told me not to tell anyone but if he can’t even stick around to hang with us then it leaves me no choice.”

sam folded his arms, “but he almost kissed y/n the first day on the beach… when did he say this?”

“dunno, couple days ago. guessing since he knows he can’t get through to y/n he’s gonna move on.” harry shrugged.

you had walked downstairs at that point, only hearing what harry had said. you felt a little bit of your heart break off, sighing softly before you entered the room.

you put on your best fake smile, “morning harry.”

“hey,” harry smiled, “ready to go back to the deb scene?”

“kind of,” you smiled, “i want to be a big sister for a girl who was like me and was kinda lonely because she didn’t fit in, y’know?”

both boys nodded as austin and paddy came into the room. you grabbed your things as everyone appeared to be ready. once everyone was at the door, you smiled as you yelled out, “shotgun!”

“what?! no way.” austin yelled back as the two of you took off towards the car. you had beat him to the door, smiling as he rolled his eyes before hopping into the backseat of the jeep. sam climbed into the drivers side, harry and paddy joining austin in the back.

“yo, y/n, can you play that song by justin timberlake?” harry said. you furrowed your eyebrows, but scrolled through the playlist before clicking on ‘summer love’ by justin timberlake. the boys cheered and you laughed as sam made the drive towards the country club.

the rest of the way, you complied to the boys’ song requests no matter how weird they were.

you turned the radio down as sam pulled up to the doors, putting the car in park. you grabbed your things and hopped out. austin climbed his way through the center console, taking your spot.

“jesus, grave robber much?”

“you move your meat, you lose your seat?”

“where do the two of you get these old people phrases?” harry asked. you let out a laugh.

“our dad,” you smiled, “thanks for the ride, sam.”

“‘course, do you need a ride when it’s over?”

you nodded, “would you mind?”

“of course not.”

“it’s over at 1,” you smiled and he nodded, “thanks sam.”

you waved to your boys, all of them waving back before pulling away. you took a deep breath in as you walked towards the doors, following the signs for the deb room as you made your way up the steps.

“hi, are you carol?” you asked the older blonde woman. she smiled at you.

“you must be y/n! yes, i’m carol. nikki’s told me a lot about you.”

you let out a nervous laugh, “good things, i hope.”

she let out a laugh, “of course. thank you for doing this, i really appreciate it.”

“of course.”

she led you to a table with an empty seat. the girls at the table looking at you as carol introduced you.

“girls, this is y/n. she’s going to be your big sister. she was a deb when she was your age, she knows what she’s doing if you have any questions.”

you smiled back at carol who made her way to the front of the room as you took a seat. the girls smiled and introduced themselves, the girl next to you nervously smiling at you.

“hi, i’m aaliyah.”

“hi, it’s nice to meet you.” you smiled and she smiled back. she looked familiar, her facial features looking similar to someone you had met, but you couldn’t put a finger on it.

you both got to know each other a little bit as she grew a liking to you. the two of you ended up having a lot in common, which was easier for her to open up to you. you felt confident that maybe you had the whole big sister thing down.

after the first class was over, you made your way down the stairs. aaliyah caught up with you.

“hey, y/n. i’ve got a question.”

you turned around as you smiled, “what’s up, aaliyah?”

“could you help me with what dress i wear? i know my moms going to want something over the top, but i feel like you and i have similar taste.”

you laughed, “sure. let me know when you go shopping, okay?”

she nodded as the both of you stood outside. a black jeep pulled up as the drivers side opened. around the back walked the same boy with floppy brown curls, this time he was wearing a white t-shirt that hugged his biceps deliciously and a pair of blue jeans. your eyebrows shot up as he pushed his sunglasses into his hair.

“oh, hey y/n.” his eyes met yours and you smiled.

“hey, shawn.”

“wait, you two know each other?” aaliyah asked. you nodded, eyes still locked with shawn’s.

well, that explains why she looked so familiar. she was his younger sister.

“yeah, tarzan attacked her with kisses on the beach the other day.”

aaliyah laughed, shaking her head, “classic tarzan.”

she grabbed the keys from shawn as she opened the drivers side door, “i’m driving home, by the way. have fun talking to your girlfriend, i’ll be in the car.”

you smiled as she gave you a small wave, the jeep door closing behind her. you smiled at shawn as he playfully rolled his eyes.

“so, the deb huh?”

you nodded, “yeah, i was a deb when i was younger. my friend’s mom asked me to be a big this year.”

he nodded, “that’s really nice of you.”

“yeah, i wanted to be the big sister the group loves. i had that when i was younger, so…”

you hadn’t realized you trailed off, too busy looking into his brown eyes. he nodded, head motioning to the car that was parked behind him.

“seems that you’ve met my younger sister.”

you smiled, letting out a soft chuckle, “yeah, she’s great.”

“shes definitely something.”

“i can hear you, shawn!” she called from the rolled down window on the passenger’s side.

“good.”

you laughed at the sibling banter, knowing how it felt to have a sibling. you and austin had your fair share of banters. you knew how bothersome it was to have an older brother sometimes.

“hey, uhm, i’m playing at this gig tonight if you want to swing by, check it out,” he smiled, “you don’t have to, obviously, but if you want to i can give you the details.”

you nodded, “yeah, no, i’d love to.”

“sweet, mind if i, uh, get your number?” he stuttered, clearly a little nervous as he handed you his phone with a new contact page pulled up. you smiled as you grabbed it from him, ignoring how it felt to feel his fingers brush against yours.

“just text me when and where and i’ll be there.”

he smiled, “cool.”

“shawn! hurry up! i promised sarah i’d be back by 2!” aaliyah called back to him.

“yeah, yeah, i’m coming,” he called back before turning to look at you, fishing the sunglasses out of his curls before slipping them on his face, “i’ll text you.”

you smiled, waving bye to the siblings as you took a deep breath. maybe he was what you needed to get your mind off of tom and the fact that he was apparently seeing alicia. if tom could walk around and act like nothing happened between the two of you, so could you.

you were pulled out of your thoughts as sam pulled up, smiling at you, “your chariot awaits, princess.”

you laughed, climbing into the passenger seat, “why thank you, my prince.”

you didn’t see the way he blushed at you as you buckled in, your mind going back to the thought of shawn as he drove back to the house. your phone buzzed as sam pulled into the driveway.

882-092-4440 hey, it’s shawn :) the gig starts at 8, but i’m heading into town at 7. if you want, i can pick you up?

you smiled as your fingers hovered over the keyboard.

y/n that’d be great :) 982 south street, big blue house, you really can’t miss it

shawn cool, i’ll pick you up at 6:30

y/n sounds good!

you didn’t realize that you had been smiling down at your phone. austin shot you a weird look from the kitchen island as he leaned over your phone, causing you to immediately pull your phone closer to your chest before locking it.

“who’re you talking to?”

“no one.”

“bull,” he smirked, “come on, who is it?”

you sighed, rolling your eyes playfully, “this guy i met the other day. his sister is a deb. i’m going to his gig tonight.”

he raised his eyebrows, “a musician? wow, you really do love those artsy men, don’t ya?”

you shoved his shoulder playfully, “shut up.”

you made your way up the steps, too busy finding kat’s name in your messages to realize you accidentally bumped into someone’s shoulder. you apologized, looking up and meeting a pair of blue eyes. upon further realization, you took in her blonde hair, the way her makeup was done, her white tank top over top of a pink bikini top. she was pretty. scratch that, she was practically drop dead gorgeous.

“no, it’s my fault, didn’t even see you,” she waved you off, giving you a soft laugh, “alicia, by the way. you must be y/n, i heard a lot about you from the boys.”

you felt a pit in your stomach as you had finally come face to face with alicia. how could you ever compete with her? she was something straight out of a magazine.

“yeah,” you chuckled, “nice to meet you.”

“you too,” she smiled, “i gotta get going, but i’ll see you.”

“yeah, see you.” you watched as she continued her decent down the stairs. you tried to let it roll off your back as you continued up the steps, but when you spotted tom in the hallway as he walked out of his bedroom, you couldn’t help but feel a ting in your chest.

you hadn’t even realized that you started talking until you heard your own voice.

“if you’re gonna have girls over, can you at least make sure i don’t bump into them on the stairs?” you were slowly getting pissed off, the fact that you didn’t know if it was on purpose to show you he’d moved on or if it was an accident didn’t matter. you didn’t want to know about it regardless.

he didn’t say anything, just looked at you as you pushed past him. you closed your door, his eyes closing as he took in a deep breath, raking his fingers through his hair.

“tom! c’mon, we’re gonna be late!” harry called from downstairs.

“yeah, coming.” he said, taking one last glance at your door and fighting the urge to knock and spill his feelings for you. the thought of you doing better than him crossed his mind, shaking his head as jogged down the wooden steps.

you sat on the bed, holding your phone as the sound of the facetime ringtone played, kat’s face popping up after a few rings, “i have so much to tell you.”

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moritashie · 7 months

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I HAVE A FIC IDEA vol#7

Tony is alive in this fic, just like in the actual canon.

When Peter first came to Strange, the spell worked nearly perfectly. Could've been something as simple as "hold up but what about x? They can't forget that I'm Spider-Man!" "Ok. We exclude X then. Anyone else? Just hurry, please" or "We can not make any more exceptions, Peter."

Peter makes an unimaginably rushed list consisting of May, Ned and MJ. Tony does not make it onto the list somehow. Maybe he is still in a coma, and Peter, not talking to him for about a year at this point, simply doesn't have enough time to think to add him to the list. Maybe he doesn't know Tony is alive. Maybe, when he wanted to, Strange refused, to stop himself from messing up the spell. Whatever floats your boat, man.

So, when Tony does contact Peter, he assumes, that he has two mentees. Peter, and Spiderman. (He would know if they were the same person, right?).

Chaos ensues.

#Peter when Tony cares equally about him the same way that he cares about his alter-ego; :0 #no way #for example #i could see Tony trying to set Peter and Spidey on a date. He has no idea Peter dates MJ after all.#“wdym they are the same person. One is a nerd and the other is a superhero”#iron dad #peter parker #spider son #irondad and spiderson #spider man #fanfic idea #fanfic ideas #fix it fanfiction #no way home

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griefpersevering · 4 months

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I'm over halfway on my WIP if anyone is interested in some irondad hurt/comfort <33

#irondad #lina lore #marvel #mcu #my writing #what it means to be a person #spider-man #no way home #peter parker #tony stark #iron man #peter parker & tony stark #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending #ao3 #fanfic

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starkravinghazelnoots · 4 months

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please hold me ('cause i can't keep holding on)

Rated T | Oneshot | 3.3k | MJ Watson-Centric

With Spider-Man’s eyes on her, MJ takes one of Flash’s hands in her own, giving it a brief—gentle—squeeze before she lets go. Letting go. Feels like she’s been doing a lot of that these past few months. She just doesn’t remember what—who—she was ever hanging on for.

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#michelle jones watson #flash thompson #peter parker #spider-man #marvel cinematic universe #mcu fanfic #mj watson supremacy!!#spider-man: no way home #consequences of the memory spell...#mcu #my writing #id in alt text

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fivemillioneyes · 2 years

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would you like your salad tossed?

summary: so you’re in a restaurant. really, what does it matter?

pairing: may parker x reader

warnings: nsfw, public sex, fingering (r giving), bottom may parker, top reader, teasing

a/n: based off of a headcannon i received! you can find it here.

tags: @witchesplayatnight

You’re not sure what possesses you. Maybe it’s the fact that the restaurant is only half full, or that May is wearing this short, flowy skirt that would no doubt give you very easy access.

May’s sitting next to you as she browses through the menu, and the tablecloth would be long enough to hide your hand if it moved a little lower...

May whispers your name urgently, her wide eyes shooting up to meet yours as you gently squeeze her thigh. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” You wink at her as your hand slips beneath her skirt.

Her legs part immediately for you, and you smirk, victorious. Your hand moves higher, gently teasing her through the material of her panties. May bites her lip as you rub her through the cotton, her hips shifting. With your free hand, you take a casual sip of wine.

You decide that you want to feel her then, and you slip the crotch of her panties aside to slide your fingers through her folds. She’s wet, soaking your fingers, and you easily press two fingers inside of her.

May doesn’t quite manage to muffle her whine, but you don’t stop.

“You need to stay quiet for me, princess,” you murmur, as you start a steady rhythm. “We don’t want everyone in this room to find out what I’m doing to you, do we?”

May clenches around your fingers, and you scissor the digits, slipping another finger in. Before you can get a finger on her clit, a waitress comes to your table, smiling brightly.

“Are you two ready to order?” the waitress asks cheerfully. “I can give you another minute if you need it.”

“No, I think we’re ready to order,” you say, smiling. May looks utterly betrayed. “I’ll have the Carbonara, please.”

“Good choice,” the waitress says and turns to May. “And you?”

You ease your pace, just a little. You’re mean, not cruel, and setting her up for failure would be evil.

“I-I’ll have the Hou-House Salad,” May manages to stutter out, flustered. You admire the flush on her cheeks, the redness creeping up her chest.

“That’ll be all,” you say when she finishes, smiling at the waitress and handing her your menus. “Thank you.”

The waitress blinks at May for a moment before visibly shaking herself and walking away.

“What were you --” May starts, but you cut her off with a sharp thrust and introduce a new, rougher pace.

May bites her lip, her hands clutching at nothing in her lap as you work her, curling your fingers. She’s close, fluttering around your fingers, and you shift to press your palm against her clit. May stares at you desperately, tears gathering in the corner of her eyes from the sheer effort of staying quiet.

“Come on, princess,” you taunt, grinding your palm into her clit. “What a dirty girl, getting fucked in a room full of strangers. What would they say if they saw you now?”

May clenches tight around your fingers, and you know you’ve got her. It only takes a few more sharp thrusts before she’s coming, her teeth digging so hard into her lip that you’re worried she’ll draw blood.

“Good girl,” you murmur, letting her ride out the aftershocks. “You did so well. Stayed so quiet for me.”

May whimpers softly when you extract your fingers, and you wipe them on a napkin before reaching for your glass.

“Well, we can check that one off the list.”

#may parker #may parker x reader #may parker x you #may parker fanfic #aunt may #aunt may x reader #may parker smut #spider man: no way home #spiderman #marvel #marvel fanfiction #bottom may #top reader

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yellowocaballero · 1 year

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Would you write anything with/about Spider-man 2099? 👀

This ask made me scroll back in my blog and go, "Wait did I actually write the entire manifesto on why Miguel is a communist icon because I thought I had refrained from that."

I'm 95% sure that I did, in fact, refrain from explaining why there are only two good superhero media (The Incredible Hulk 1977 and Spider-man 2099) because they are the only two truly socialist superhero media. I must have mentioned that I fucking loved Spider-man 2099 somewhere. Because I fucking do. Miguel is THE character of all time. I love Spider-Man, I love characters who are COMPLETE DICKS, I love guys who just kinda wanna go home and sleep.

I absolutely would write something for him, I fucking love that guy. I haven't had a really solid idea yet, one that would make a story that would get off the ground, but if the stars align then hell yeah. Miguel is the perfect superhero because he never once tries to stop anybody from robbing a bank, committing a crime, disturbing the peace, etc. He will only ever do anything helpful if it fucks over Cyberpunk Dystopia Evil Corp, because he hates them, or if his brother nags him to do something about systematic oppression. Over the course of all of Spider-Man 2099 he stops ONE mugging. Because a cop was mugging a woman. So he could beat up the cop. Character of ALL TIME.

....this isn't a story idea but I was absolutely joking about hypothetically:

imagining one of those tepid-ass mcu spider-man fanfic where there's a class field trip to stark industies or something and peter's outed as Tony Stark's Baby Son Boy, of which there are literally 500 and every one is exactly the same I don't read mcu peter fanfic anyway

tropey fic where peter's doing that tropey hijinky runs away from crowd of friends to hide in a broom closet and preserve his secret identity

except he just opens the door to an abandoned wet lab to see miguel electrocuting a rat or something

peter is fucking convinced dr ohara is a mad scientist stealing starktech genetic secrets. tony doesn't listen because he thinks peters feelings are just hurt after miguel called him the saltine cracker of nepotism. miguel is, of course, stealing starktech time travel technology. meanwhile a guy in a black spider suit is firebombing the NYPD

miguel assumes that the richer and more important you are, the more evil you are. faced with involuntary time travel, he is operating under his standard MO of finding the most evil corporation in the tristate area and looking them up on glassdoor. working under this assumption, miguel assumes itll be too much work to go ahead and kill tony stark in the name of the proletariat but he does slowly sabotage their entire genetics division.

MJ threatens to break up with Peter if he tries to stop the NYPD from being firebombed

#I've been saving my communist superhero manifesto for a psychological emergency #“oh mcu spider-man says acab” no mcu spider-man is a tool of the state #miguel beats up cops.#my asks #my writing #miguel fanfic game weak as hell :(#i probably wouldn't write that story idea because i can taste that it would be boring to write #however miguel does absolutely advance genetics by 20 years but inserts a virus into every genome he makes #I do unironically think a time travelling Miguel would just fucking get a job with Oscorp #and do dubiously ethical science as he meanders his way home kind of #green goblins fighting spidey in the break room? none of his business. miguel says in his lane.#mutated animal person destroying town square and challenges miguel to a fight?#he hits da bricks. not 2day he has to be thirty minutes late to a meeting as a power move #this is bolstered by the canon information that when miguel time travels in the comics #he absolutely takes a job at a dubiously ethical company becomes bugfuck rich and goes on american ninja warrior #KING

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clo-thespin · 21 days

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AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH so ive been thinking abt this for a while. everyone loves uncle ben. but in the fic im working on, im giving peter another aunt. i have a headcanon that mcu aunt may is bisexual, after seeing her in this in nwh:

AAAAHHHH im so excited to write abt it hehe

#mcu #marvel #spider man #aunt may #no way home #fanfiction writer #fanfic #bisexual

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idk-bruh-20 · 2 years

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Irondad fic ideas #11

Peter has discovered a way to bring Tony Stark back to life. The only problem is, he needs help from the other avengers. And they don't remember that he exists.

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amberlynnmurdock · 1 year

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Lost and Found Chapter 2

Summary: While chemistry is not your favorite subject, at least this class seems promising.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Chapter 2: Chemistry

A/N: I watched No Way Home again and got all in my Peter Parker feels. I hope to consistently update this story for you because I really want to tell it. Enjoy :)

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“All right, class. Remember these seats because these will be your seats for the rest of the semester, and the person you are sitting next to is your lab partner,” Dr. Connors announces before starting his lecture. You were lucky to pick the back row and the back seat. It was a preference of yours.

And it was lucky that Peter Parker ended up sitting next to you. You wrote your name and date at the top of your notebook, ready to take notes. Peter nudges your arm. You look at him.

“This coffee is really good,” he whispers. Your heartbeat picks up in your chest as you smile.

“I’m shocked you’re still drinking it,” you whisper back.

Peter shrugs and takes a sip, “I–uh–had to do some errands before class and got distracted.”

As the class went on, you noticed how fast Peter takes his notes. It was like everything Dr. Connors said about something boring about chemistry, Peter wrote it down verbatim. If you missed something Dr. Connors said, all you had to do was look over at Peter’s notes, which he gladly shared.

“Some of these things Dr. Connors didn’t even write,” you say out loud, “how’d you know all this stuff?”

“Well, I’m a science and biology major,” Peter says sheepishly. You feel silly. Other people are here for their majors, not just gen-ed requirements like you!

“Oh, well, I got really lucky then, huh?” You laugh.

“What’s your major?” Peter asks.

“English,” you tell him.

“Well, I suck at English,” Peter says, “maybe we can help each other out.”

“I’d like that,” you reply. “Do you live on campus?”

Peter shakes his head, “no, just at an apartment off-campus. It’s not too far from here. Housing was too expensive and my scholarship didn’t cover dorm fees.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you reply, “but that’s cool you already have a place. Are you from the city?”

Peter is silent for a moment. “Yes. Queens.”

“Really?! Me too,” you say to him. “What high school did you go to? I feel like I would’ve seen you.”

“I was homeschooled,” Peter tells you, “I didn’t go out much.”

“I see,” you reply.

“Parker!” Dr. Connors shouts. “Are two atoms of the same element identical?”

Peter clears his throat. You look at him.

“No, sir,” Peter answers, “two atoms can react differently if they are in different states.”

Dr. Connors slowly nods his head. “Just making sure you’re paying attention.”

Peter looks at you and gives you a shrug. It’s silly, it’s charming. You can’t help but stifle your laughter. Peter laughs, too.

After class, Peter walks you outside.

“Do you have another class?” Peter asks, scratching the back of his head.

“I do. A class that is actually related to my major. American Poetry,” you say.

“Oh, okay. I don’t, but can I walk you to your class?” He asks. You nod your head.

“Sure. It’s this way.”

You and Peter walk in tandem through NYU’s campus. It’s nearly 4 pm. It’s starting to get dark out earlier now that fall is on its arrival. The leaves are starting to change color and the air is getting cooler. You and Peter don’t say much save for the small comment on how cold it’s getting, and when you’d be working at the coffee shop again.

You and Peter arrived at the English building. You stop at the front door and turn to Peter.

“This is it,” you say, “thank you for walking with me.”

“Of course,” Peter says. He smiles, but something is in it that you can’t quite figure out. His warm brown eyes hold yours. He’s holding his notebook in his hand still. The veins on his hands stick out. You notice a purplish bruise on his knuckle.

“I’ll see you around?” You offer.

“I hope so,” Peter says. “Can I… maybe get your phone number? Maybe we can study together for chem or… American Poetry,” Peter says with a shy smile. You smile in return and nod your head.

“I’ll write it down for you,” you tell him. You graciously take his notepad and pen, scribbling the numbers down fast because you don't want to be late for class.

“Text me,” you say, meeting his eyes again. His gaze never left your face. You blush, realizing this.

“I will,” Peter states, like a promise. “You work tomorrow?”

“Yes, I do.”

“I’ll be back for more maple pumpkin.”

“I’ll have it ready for you, how about that?” You smile.

“Enjoy class, ___,” Peter says.

Peter turns on his heel and walks the way the two of you came. You watch as his shrinking figure disappears. Finally, you head inside.

Peter Parker doesn’t have class the rest of the day, which means there is more time for him to do his part-time job.

He rushes to his apartment. Instead of taking the stairs, Peter finds the back alley of the building and shoots a web at his window. He doesn’t have much time.

He opens the window to his apartment and smoothly slides in the window, shutting it closed behind him. Peter rips off his jacket, shirt, and pants and changes into his red and bright blue suit.

Taking his police station phone from his bedside drawer, he sits on his bed with his mask hanging from his lips as he listens for… anything. His heart is racing, the adrenaline is pumping. It’s been so much easier for him to fight crime at night now that no one knows Spider-Man’s identity anymore. No one knows him, which means no one has to worry, or ask questions.

Peter has gotten used to living in the shadows, living a quiet life. After passing his GED test with flying colors, it was time for college admissions. The dream of MIT died long ago. Peter came to realize New York City will forever and always be his home. It only made sense to go to school here, too. Plus, NYU gave him a scholarship he couldn’t pass up.

Police dash: we’ve got a disturbance at Times Square, a man with a weapon threatening tourists.

Peter pulls his mask over his head, and dashes for the window again.

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