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you guys i’ve never had a post hit 1k before 😭😭 this is really cool, i wrote this on a whim the other afternoon and im glad you guys are as devious as i am hehehe

isn't that crazy?

peter parker x fem!reader

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

wc: ~2.1k

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

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he didn't mean it. honestly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"w-what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"pete—"

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

"pete, listen to me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you love me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you chuckled at his desperation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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rewatching age of ultron and i want to see more of tony and vision's interactions.

listen, i know that vision isn't jarvis, he's an entirely new being. but he's genetically built off of jarvis' schematics, and i definitely think that shows through in his personality sometimes.

tony is in such awe when vision first comes to life, and yet so afraid. worried he's now not only unleashed a second ultron, but also lost, honestly, a best friend. i think tony remains hesitant for a while, but an old, familiar banter kicks in that neither of them notices at first. they do, though, and it feels weird. but maybe a good weird, you know?

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stage one: infatuation

peter parker x fem!reader

summary: peter parker starts an internship at oscorp, matched into a robotics team led by you — you, who has peter believing in love at first sight

wc: ~2.2k

hi i've had this idea in my head for months and i was going to make it one really long one but i actually just can't wait to put it out, so this will probably be like three or four parts! let me know what you think! also, i'm definitely imagining tasm peter this entire time, but it's not dependent on reading as him at all

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on peter parker's first day at his junior year internship for oscorp, he knew his life would change forever — he was just wrong about how.

he'd dreamed of this opportunity since high school, being able to work in an actual lab and have access to world-class equipment and the one-of-a-kind minds that came with it.

the one-of-a-kind mind that came with it.

peter met you thirty minutes into the onboarding presentation, and he suddenly didn't understand how he'd gone twenty-one years without you in his life. from the first time he was graced with your contagious smile, he was determined to have it as a guiding light through the rest of his days.

he'd never admit it, but that was the day peter started to believe in love at first sight.

you were leading the group on a tour through the facility, going over the expectations and rules, covering everything the internship would entail. he might have imagined it, wished a bit to hard for it, but he swore your eyes caught his more than anyone else's in the group. his jaw ached from the hour-long straight smile he couldn't seem to knock as your melodic voice blessed his ears. fire safety had never sounded so sweet.

an hour and a half in, you broke the large bunch off into their designated teams for the semester, and peter felt his heart nearly leap out of his chest as he saw you approaching his group.

"hey guys! i know you just heard me drone on for a lifetime, but i wanted to reintroduce myself. i'm (y/f/n) (y/l/n), but please, just call me (y/n). i'll be leading you guys as we work on the robotics portion of the project. i look forward to getting to know everyone on my team." you greeted everyone with your heart-stopping smile once again.

my team. not only was peter lucky enough to be graced with your presence on day one, but he'd get to see you five days a week. he was pretty sure this made up for every horrible thing that'd ever happened to him.

"let's take a quick break before starting, yeah? i need a snack before your first impression of me is while hangry." everyone gave a polite laugh, breaking off in separate directions.

you immediately turned to peter, walking his way. "hey,"

okay, he was definitely sure this made up for everything that'd happened to him.

"you're peter parker, right?"

maybe everything that ever will happen to him, too.

"yeah! yeah, that's me. how'd you know?" he gave you a shy smile, trying to not get too lost in your eyes. they were vibrant and speckled, something he was close enough to know now.

your returned smile was filled with much more confidence than his. "i remember your application. you're pretty impressive, parker."

peter was a blushing mess in seconds at your compliment. "oh yeah?"

"oh yeah. i had to make sure you were on my team as soon as i reviewed it." the smirk on your lips was unmistakable.

there was only a nervous laugh in response, a hand scratching at the back of his neck as peter's gaze dipped to the floor. he hoped it passed as humility, rather than giving away just how flustered he was.

"i'm headed to the cafeteria to grab a smoothie quick, wanna grab a bite with me?"

peter's eyes shot back up to meet yours, wide and pupils blown. there's no way you were talking to him right now, no way you remembered him from his impressive application, and no way you'd invited him to hang out (albeit for ten minutes) within two hours of meeting.

your confidence faded a bit as you read into peter's hesitance. "it's totally cool if not! if you'd rather settle in, get to know the lab—"

"no!" peter interjected far too loudly. "sorry, i-i mean, no! i'd love to join. how's the food here?"

your lips curled into a smirk, and once again, peter was in a puddle at your feet.

"not nearly as good as it could be for a multi-billion dollar company."

it may have only been ten minutes, but peter memorized everything he could about you in those ten minutes.

you liked starwberries, he noted from your smoothie choice, and you'd been at oscorp for a little over a year now. you'd started in his spot your sophomore year, an impressive feat to genius peter parker. that was the first thing he learned about you: just how wickedly smart you were. it wasn't often he felt like he'd met his match, someone he was excited to bounce his ideas off of, and it being you made him far more into this internship than he'd previously been.

but honestly, he'd be lying calling it the first. the first thing he learned from his ten minutes walking at your side was how incredibly gorgeous you were. not that it mattered; your intellect and ability to command a room already had him entranced, but holy shit. he didn't know someone could make a lab coat look so irresistible.

everything about you had peter smitten, damn near having to catch drool from his lips. the way your hair framed your face and bounced as you walked, the way your perfume danced inside his nose and filled him with memories yet to come. your downright essence was beautiful, and peter was starting to understand the sheer power aphrodite had over others.

he didn't get much time with you the rest of the evening as you led the introduction to the team, outlining the robotics project for the semester, but being in your presence was enough.

and as he packed his bag to leave and you slipped him your number 'for research purposes', he was already counting the minutes down till 4pm tomorrow.

your smile tormented his dreams the entire night.

actually, your smile tormented him the rest of the week, and he presumed it would for the next few months. truthfully, he hoped it would forever.

peter didn't get to talk to you much as your project started, but he savored the exchanged smirks and glances that came his way. he tried not to work himself up, begging his mind to not read into things too early. but every time he looked up from his paper to catch you already meeting his gaze, every time you came out of your way to say hi to him and check in on his work, peter felt himself getting further and further lost in you.

he started to come up with any excuse he could think of to talk to you, to earn a smile from you that could cure any ailment he had that day.

peter began to surprise you with a smoothie before each shift, strawberry tart, just like the first time. not only was it a reason to be in early, to talk to you until the last second before getting to work, but it freed up your breaks. the breaks you gave more often than any of the other team leads, he'd learned, your care for your team shining through in the way you taught and in the ways you didn't.

that was the next thing peter learned about you: your altruistic sense of others. you put everyone around you first, caring for people you'd known for less than two weeks as though you'd been best friends for years. couldn't make a shift because of work? you understood, new york was an expensive place to live. make a mistake on a task? no worries, you'd help error-correct and walk them through hands-on the right way to carry it out. everything you did was laced in honey, a sweetness oozing from you that nearly made peter sick to his stomach.

nearly.

peter's infatuation with you was on an exponential course, and the closer you grew, the more he couldn't help but fall for you. and the more times he caught your lingering glances, the way you started to return his smoothie favors with his favorite coffee order he'd mentioned in passing, the more his confidence in his affection grew.

it was 9pm on a tuesday night in the third week of peter's internship as the robotics team filtered out of the lab around him for the evening. they'd been wrapping up a busy and overwhelming shift as you prepared a prototype that would be reviewed by norman osborne himself. peter packed slowly as he always did, hoping to be last out and catch even a few more minutes with you.

he approached your desk at the front of the room, both hands tugging at his backpack straps as he closed in. you looked up from your work, a tired smile hanging from your lips.

"hey parker, good work today. as always," you added quickly. a blush crept to peter's cheeks just as fast.

"yeah, you too. are you almost done? i'm happy to walk you out."

you let out a frustrated groan, red eyes drifting back to your computer screen. "no, honestly. amadeus hasn't been in at all this week, so i'm trying to cover his portion before we turn everything in."

before you could even think to protest, peter had his backpack off and a chair pulled up to your desk. "here, let me help."

"peter, it's okay. it's already really late, and i know you have an early lecture in the morning. i can't ask that of you."

you remembering his class schedule had him dizzy, but he shook it off and gave you a soft smirk. "good thing you didn't ask, then."

that night set a different tone for peter. it was the first time he'd spent more than fifteen minutes alone with you, and despite being there to do someone else's work, he relished every single second of it.

he was nervous at first, his chair pulled so close he could feel your knee brush against his every now and then, your hands touching as you reached for the same tool. despite his anxiety, as the hours passed (unbeknownst to either of you), peter felt nothing but relaxed in your presence. he grew to know you more, the you that wasn't presenting to a room full of people, and he didn't know it was possible to fall even more in love than he already was. everything about you was so genuine, and when he talked to you, it felt like he'd known you for years.

it was nearly midnight as you put the finishing touches to the project, shoulders slumping in relief as you let out a breathy laugh.

"holy shit, i can't believe we did it."

peter smiled at you, leaning back in his chair to stretch out. "told you it wouldn't be that bad, (y/l/n). teamwork makes the dream work, right?"

you met his gaze with grateful eyes. "peter, i owe you my life. or at bare minimum the last three hours of your life back. you really didn't have to stay, i can't tell you how much it meant to me that you did."

he sat up, leaning towards you slightly. "nah, don't worry about it. anything to be teacher's pet," he nudged your elbow, earning a laugh that sent an ache through his chest.

"trust me, i'll do anything for you. i'll write you a reference so profound it'll be damn near biblical text."

it was peter's turn to laugh, standing to gather his belongings and pack his bag for the second time that evening. "come on, now i really gotta walk you out of here. i don't trust you alone in a parking garage at nine, let alone goddamn midnight."

you followed suit and grabbed your stuff, logging off of your desktop with a groan. "god midnight, i'm so sorry. you have to be at an analytical chemistry lecture in six hours. i did not deserve your help tonight."

he responded with a scoff. "come on, like i was gonna go to that anyway."

peter held the door for you as the two of you made your way through the empty and dark oscorp tower, tired conversations illuminated only by the faint red glow of the security lights. as you finally made your way into the parking garage and approached your car, you turned to peter with a smile that had him awake again instantly.

"thank you again. i really couldn't have done it without you."

"trust me, i'll do anything for you." he echoed your words from earlier, and had he blinked, peter would've missed the blush on your cheeks.

you unlocked your car to set your bags in the backseat, shutting the door to face him once more.

"well regardless, thank you. not many people would," you reached out while talking to grab his arm and give it a soft squeeze, so quick he almost didn't catch it. he did, though, and his entire body went up in flames at your touch.

"i'll catch you tomorrow, okay?" you gave a soft chuckle as you reached for your door handle. "that's if my boyfriend doesn't kill me for getting home this late. sleep well, pete."

you got into your car, and peter waved you off as though his entire world wasn't crumbling down around him.

holy shit. did she just say boyfriend?

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rick sanchez masterlist

my home to everything rick sanchez from adult swim's rick and morty

⤷ back to my main masterlist!

fluff (❋) angst (⏾) nsfw (☒) smut (ꨄ)

headcanons/blurbs:

𖣐 rick sanchez x gn!reader blurb you're a family friend staying for the holidays, and you slowly discover rick has a soft spot for you (unbeknownst to him) (❋)

𖣐 rick sanchez nsfw request heavy and shameful sigh (ꨄ☒)

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liam dunbar masterlist

my home to everything liam dunbar from mtv's teen wolf

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fluff (❋) angst (⏾) nsfw (☒) smut (ꨄ)

one shots:

𓁢 thank you for saving me liam lets his anger get the best of him and now you're hurt (✧)

headcanons:

dating liam (black cat!reader vibes) (❋)

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stiles stilinski masterlist

my home to everything stiles stilinski from mtv's teen wolf

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fluff (❋) angst (⏾) nsfw (☒) smut (ꨄ)

one-shots:

꩜ stiles, are you hard right now? in which you and stiles end up in a... tight situation (☒)

꩜ in his flannel you show up to stiles' for a study session in a particular choice of clothing (❋)

꩜ dramatic lately, stiles just can't seem to catch a break, and everything is getting to be too much. luckily for him, stiles seems to have his own anchor (⏾)

꩜ that was the best sleep i've had in months taking a car ride nap never sounded so good (❋)

꩜ kiss it better stiles helps you calm down the only way he can think to (⏾)

꩜ do you want to have sex with me, yes or no?? it had been a week since stiles kissed you, and you began to question how he was feeling. lucky for you, nothing with stiles ever goes the way you expect it to (☒)

blurbs:

stiles stilinski, the touch-starved boy (❋)

stiles stilinski, who can't keep his hands to himself (❋ꨄ☒)

stiles stilinski can't get enough of you after your first kiss (❋☒)

headcanons:

high with stiles (❋☒)

roommates to lovers (❋☒)

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peter parker masterlist

my home to everything peter parker: mcu, tasm, and just in general!

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fluff (❋) angst (⏾) nsfw (☒) smut (ꨄ)

one-shots:

🕸️ falling for you your father takes the team on a luxury vacation, and you can’t tell if it’s the heat or peter making your knees weak (❋⏾)

🕸️ i should've kissed you the five times peter almost kissed you and didn't, and the one time he finally did (❋)

🕸️ oh you little minx peter stumbles upon you and loki sparring, and his jealousy outs him (❋⏾)

🕸️ heartbreak girl peter's been listening to you cry over brad for months. when are you going to realize that he's your cure? (⏾❋)

🕸️ old habits die hard the world finds out you're spider-man's girlfriend, and the unwanted attention brings up some familiar feelings (tw: ed!) (⏾)

🕸️ isn't that crazy? you storm into peter's apartment, upset over your last tinder date being an utter tool and refusing to eat you out. peter gets a little... distracted (☒)

🕸️ even on my deathbed you get hurt on a mission, and the last thing on your mind before losing consciousness is peter (⏾)

🕸️ heat wave on a boiling new york saturday, you suggest a beach trip to your best friend (❋)

multi-shots:

🕸️ oh my god, you, y-you look stunning peter 'friendly neighborhood spider-man' parker drooling at the sight of you when picking you up for the stark gala (❋)

⤷ go get her, kid (part two) with the help of some friends, wandering eyes, and liquid courage, you and peter brave the stark gala (❋☒)

⤷ impossible to behave around (part three) peter can't behave himself when you look that good (ꨄ☒)

🕸️ prepare yourself peter loses you on a mission, and it's worse than he could've imagined (tw: body horror!) (⏾)

⤷ you're safe (part two) the aftermath of peter rescuing you on a mission (⏾❋)

🕸️ large cheese pizza, please peter comes to save you from your abusive (now ex)boyfriend (⏾)

⤷ my hero (part two) peter has you stay with him after rescuing you from your abusive (ex)boyfriend, and years of mixed feelings flood you both (❋⏾)

🕸️ stage one: infatuation peter parker starts an internship at oscorp, matched into a robotics team led by you — you, who has peter believing in love at first sight (❋)

blurbs:

🕸️ peter parker is afraid of thunderstorms (⏾)

🕸️ peter parker never made a big deal out of his birthday, but you always did (❋)

🕸️ peter parker comforts you after an especially triggering tv episode (⏾)

🕸️ peter parker, the photographer (❋ꨄ☒)

🕸️ peter parker in his glasses loving you in your glasses (❋)

headcanons:

🕸️ peter parker x reader: roommates to lovers (❋)

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hello friends! i promise i am working on your requests, i am just miserably ill at the moment and not convinced my body isn't just shutting down at this point

give me some time, and i'll get you some goodies!

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Peter Parker x fem Stark reader when after months of hard work, Tony surprised you with a trip to a luxurious tropical resort where the Avengers joined in. The hot tub overlooks the beautiful ocean, and everyone is already enjoying the warmth of the sun. You’re about to slip into the hot tub, but the heat from the sun and the water combined makes you feel dizzy. “You sure you’re okay, kiddo?” Tony asks noticing you sway slightly. Before you can say anything, you faint

i got a little slef-indulgent with this one and the reader inherited tony's WICKED anxiety disorder and that is a main part of the story, but it's so much more fluff than angst, i promise. reader just can't stop overthinking everything (that's so crazy, who would do that haha)

falling for you

mcu!peter parker x fem!stark!reader

wc: ~3.2k (i genuinely meant to make this a drabble that was less than 1k, my bad)

cw: ruminating thoughts, reader just being anxious like our sweet, worry-filled tony, mentions of blacking out, an insane amount of comfort/fluff

also i wrote and edited this in one go while miserably sick, so be forgiving with the editing :(

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after the last several months, tony had decided a team vacation was well deserved.

he kept it a surprise, having been planning a luxurious getaway for a while now, an escape whenever he needed to give himself some hope in the dark times. it started as a thought he'd had for you, wanting to give you some relief from the horrors of the world he'd brought you into. though, as he slowly watched the life train in the team's eyes, he wanted to share the recreation. and now, with the past few weeks having been calm, he felt it was best to share the news.

"team!" tony clapped his hands together, all attention flooding to the head of the briefing table. "pack your bags, we're going to the maldives!"

everyone stared back in confusion, exchanging soft murmurs before sam piped up. "the fuck is hydra doing in the philippines?"

"what? no— your gracious and might i say generous leader is funding an all-expenses-paid team getaway to the most beautiful place on earth, seven straight days of luxury and relaxation. don't everyone rush at once, you're welcome."

weeks of tension and repressed exhaustion lifted from the air at once, the chance at a break washing relief over each person there.

"we leave early tomorrow morning, so get to packing!"

small conversations broke out among the team, everyone quick to plan out their week of relaxation. nat and steve were already looking into the most expensive massage packages, clint and scott scheming how to soundproof the rooms and get a straight 168 hours of sleep. you giggled at the plans unfolding before you as you felt someone's knees bump your own.

you turned to see peter beaming at you. "i'm going to make sure i forget to pack anything so that mr. stark has to buy me an entirely new wardrobe."

his smile was contagious, and you couldn't help but laugh at him. "hey, all inclusive, right?"

peter looked like he'd won the lottery earning your laugh, pride heavy on his features as he moved his chair closer to your own. he looked around the room, then lowered his voice just a smidge.

"do... do you want to sit together on the plane? new york to the maldives is like, an 18 hour flight, so you will not hurt my feelings if you say no. we might have a private jet, but we all know i'm horrible wth personal space." he chuckled at himself nervously, scratching at the back of his neck in anticipation.

you felt your cheeks burn, matching his nervous laugh as you fought to contain the butterflies shredding your stomach.

despite being best friends with peter for the past three years, your feelings were quick to shift as you started patrolling together in the evenings. you were going to say something, really, but after months of pushing it off, and then months of missions and defeat, there hadn't exactly been a chance to bring it up. maybe this vacation could be just that, your chance.

you felt your heart race as your brain racked through the possibilities and outcomes, quickly shaking them off before you sent yourself into a full-blown spiral. curse your father for passing down a wicked anxiety disorder.

"yeah, that sounds fun pete. i'll make sure to bring my switch."

you noticed how his eyes lit up as he nodded quickly. "shit, yeah! i'll bring all the games i've got. this is going to be awesome."

it was going to be awesome, indeed.

it only took peter fourteen minutes before he was pressed up against your side.

thirty-two minutes before his legs were draped over your own as he pleaded with you to let him with at super smash bros, just once. not happening.

only fifty-three minutes in, and his head was on your shoulder as you gave him a tour of your animal crossing island, laughing till your stomach hurt at his impressions of the islanders. the contact drove you crazy, but the dramamine you'd taken before the flight was kicking in and keeping your restless thoughts at bay.

and just over an hour in, he was fast asleep against you. you fought to keep your face netural as sam and bucky snickered at the position you were in, faint hums of "k-i-s-s-i-n-g" burning your ears. you weren't much for public affection, especially in front of the team, but something about peter made it feel okay.

three hours into the flight and two more dramamine later, you admitted defeat and ignored your anxious mind screaming otherwise as you snuggled against peter, your head resting against his. you let the soft drone of the plane and his warmth on your skin lull you to sleep.

peter woke much later on into the flight, a soft groan escaping his lips as he reached up to rub the cramp in his neck. his entire body froze, though, as he grew just conscious enough to feel your hair through his fingers and your weight against his head.

he felt hot everywhere, moving slowly so as to not wake you, moving your head to his shoulder as he shifted into a more comfortable position. peter gave a soft sigh as he looked around him to notice the rest of the avengers asleep in various spots around the jet. he snickered as he saw nat and steve curled together, similar to the position he himself was in, though the soft calling of his name startled him out of his gaze.

he looked up to see tony approaching him, handing him a pint glass. "comfortable there, kid?"

peter shook his hand at the glass tony was handing him, earning a chuckle from the older man. "relax, it's apple juice. you really think i'd hand you a beer in front of pepper?"

it was peter's turn to laugh, a nervous exhale falling from his lips as he took the drink and mumbled out a 'thanks'. he looked down to your compromising position on him and went wide-eyed, meeting tony's gaze again in sheer panic.

"it's, i mean, sir, i— this isn't what it looks like."

"oh?" tony questioned, "it's not? that's a shame, kid."

"what?" peter squeaked out.

with a pat on peter's trembling shoulder, tony left to take back his seat, a soft smirk on his lips.

needless to say, peter was wide awake the rest of the flight.

as everyone filtered out of the plane, gasps were exchanged at the sight around you.

there wasn't a cloud in the sky, the cerulean canvas fading into the crystal clear water that encircled you. the sun was warm against your skin in a way you hadn't felt before, as though it had been intentionally dosed with tranquility.

it felt almost trance-like as you followed the team inside the resort, excitement beating in your chest at the chance of a break, finally.

and tony, though cocky on the outside about his great spendings, felt pride in bringing the team this much joy amongst the recent tragedies. he was especially relieved to see a sparkle forming in your eyes he'd missed for so long.

as soon as tony passed out the room keys and resort information, everyone was off in an instant, making their separate journeys to personal relaxation.

your personal relaxation? the feeling of peter's hand in yours as he grabbed you and ran down the hallway, exclaiming how excited he was to be rooming next to you. you chuckled as you fought to keep up behind him, glad he was ahead so as to not see your flushed features.

you both came to a stumbling stop outside your rooms, slightly out of breath as you gave peter a smile. "do you think they're joined?" you were almost nervous to ask, not wanting it to come off weird. god, it probably came out weird.

he beamed at you, almost looking hopeful. "only one way to find out."

you both raced into the rooms, jaw on the ground as you walked into a hotel layout damn-near bigger than the apartment you grew up in. everything was beyond gorgeous, your own kitchenette, an ensuite the size of the bedroom itself, even a balcony overseeing the rest of the resort. you could only imagine peter was having the same reaction.

peter! you'd almost forgotten, searching around to find the adjoining door in the maze of the suite, doing your best to ignore sadness growing in the pit of your stomach as you couldn't find one.

it wasn't a big deal, you could literally walk outside into the hall and knock on his door. maybe it was for the best, maybe you were getting ahead of yourself. surely this was a sign to not—

your thoughts were interuppted with a knock on the sliding glass door of the balcony. looking over, you spotted peter waving frantically at you, a smile plastered ear to ear. you chuckled and went to unlock it, letting him in.

"i couldn't find a door to your room, but our balconies are like, five feet apart. i can just swing over here!"

you couldn't help but blush at his determination to get back to you. you shook it off, teasing him. "pete, no powers on vacation!"

"come on, i literally just saw thor summon lightning to make the hot tub warmer. god forbid i parkour a railing to see you whenever i want."

whenever i want. god, he was going to be the death of you. fighting the urge to spill everything you'd ever felt for him in this exact moment, you redirected, completely dismissing his last comment.

"a hot tub, hmm? whatdy'a say, pete? wanna go for a dip?"

before you could even finish, peter was back out on the balcony and in his room, a faint "race you down there!" heard through the walls.

you forfeited the race before starting it, nearly trudging your way down to the pools. your nerves were getting the best of you.

as soon as tony had broken news of the trip, it was a no-brainer; this was your opportunity to tell peter about your feelings. you'd wanted to for months now, but with everything going on, it wasn't the right time. it wasn't time for a distraction, and it definitely wasn't the time for rejection.

but here you were, making your way under the gorgeous, comforting sunshine at the most beautiful place you'd ever been (probably ever will be). if any time was the right time, it was this week. this trip. and while you were excited, you couldn't fight off the shudder in your spine as your brain reeled through the consequences.

you pushed through, setting your stuff down on a lounge chair outside and taking off your swimsuit cover as you noticed the team spread out in the biggest hot tub you've ever seen. nothing was ever less than the best with your father, that was for sure.

adding to the racing thoughts you were doing your absolute best to keep at bay, you made eye contact with sam from a few feet away, his whites blown wide and a smirk tracing his features. while being so wrapped up in your thoughts about peter, it hadn't once occurred to you that no one on the team had seen you with this little clothing on in the last three years of being an avenger.

for a relaxing getaway, your heart was beating awfully fast.

"well, well, well. helloooooooo gorgeous."

sam often flirted with you, that wasn't an issue. but your mind wouldn't slow down, and the sun was suddenly way too hot. you offered him the best attempt of a smirk that you had in you.

"next one to comment on my daughter's body is on the first flight home, and i'm billing them for the entire week." you laughed at your father's comment as you made your way closer to the hot tub.

the rest of the team greeted you, several of the girls commenting on your suit choice. had you had control over yourself right now, the ego-trip would've been insane.

you looked up to meet peter's eyes, his lips parted as he shamelessly stared at you. he looked hungry, and it sent a rush through your chest that caught your breath. looking down at the entrance stairs, you dipped one foot in the water, the heat immediately sparking through your legs and making your knees week. you grabbed the handle, stepping down further.

the mix of the heat from the sun, the pool, from peter — it was too much. you staggered slightly, knuckles white on the railing as you clamped your eyes shut to fight off the vertigo. you heard someone call your name, a soft hand gripping your calf to steady you.

it was tony, concern laced in his brows. "woah there, doin' okay?"

you nodded too quickly, shutting your eyes again as you fought the thousands of sensations eating away at you. "y-yeah, it's just... warmer than i expected."

taking another step, your knees almost buckled before your heard the sudden movement of water and tony's hand grabbing your wrist. his voice was jumbled, almost like you were already underwater. maybe you were.

"you sure, kiddo? you don't seem very— shit!" he caught you in time as your body fully gave out.

just before giving in to the darkness flooding behind your eyes, one voice pierced through the rest of the crowd, your name cracking from his lips. you felt peter grab you from tony with ease before drifting off, the warmth of everything finally taking over.

you woke up shortly after, the plush of your mattress flat against your back. everything felt nice and cool again, and you opened your eyes to notice peter frantically rummaging through your things to find something, you weren't sure.

you called his name softly, your hoarse voice enough to startle him out of his relentless mission. rushing back to your side with a water bottle in hand, peter met your eyes for the first time since the hot tub, and you swore he could've been crying.

"oh my god, you're awake. are you okay?"

you nodded, shifting to sit up, though he caught you immediately. "no, please. don't move, okay? here, just, sip some water, yeah?"

peter leaned closer to offer the cold water bottle, and yeah, he'd definitely been in tears. you gave him a frown, guilt panging at you as you took the drink from his hands. after a long sip, you handed it back, leaning your head against the pillow once more.

"w-what happened?" you remembered making your way into the hot tub with the gang, and suddenly you were back in your room, head heavy.

"you... don't remember?" he frowned at the shake of your head. "you passed out, bug. scared us all to death, i mean— fuck. are you sure you're okay?"

blurry memories of the moments before drifted through your brain. "i-i think so. i remember feeling a little weird, and then dad... shit, i really didn't mean to put you guys through that, i'm really sorry. god, he already has enough to worry about. i-i'm okay, i promise."

you ignored peter's protests as you sat on the edge of the bed, goosebumps littered across your skin as you felt the AC breeze over your way too warm skin. peter noticed immediately, pulling you close to him and wrapping you in the cover-up he'd grabbed with the rest of your belongings.

his arm around you began to remind you exactly what had started all this, heat spreading through your stomach and butterflies thundering into your chest.

"what is it?" peter gave you a look of pure frieght, earning nothing but confusion from you.

"what?"

"your heart rate just doubled. are you okay, do you feel faint again? here, let's lie down again." his voice was panicked as he pulled you down with him, a strong arm still wrapped around your shoulders and bodies violently close. you shot up to your feet.

"no! no, i'm fine, i just... i just got too warm, i guess."

peter gave you a soft nod as he passed you the water again, eyes unconvinced.

instead of taking it, you let out a crushing sigh, turning away from peter entirely. "pete, i fucked this whole thing up, i'm sorry."

you felt fingers cautious on your shoulder. "what? fucked what up? bug, you passed out, that's not exactly something you can—"

"but it was my fault, okay! i was freaking myself out, building it up until everything was too much. we landed an hour ago, i mean, i have all week! if that was just me thinking about telling you, what's going to happen when I do? am I going to have a literal brain hemorrhage? i mean, jesus christ—"

"hey, calm down. tell me what?" his voice was a soft and pitiful contrast to the near tantrum you were throwing.

"that i like you, okay?!"

your hands immediately flew to your mouth, eyes wide as you felt his hand on your shoulder freeze its once melodic pattern tracing. when he removed his hand fully, you could feel your knees weak again, vision threatening to tunnel.

peter's voice was unreadable. "can you turn around, please?"

you simply shook your head in response, already regretting the movement of your head. "nope. no way."

he went to call out your name as you took a step away from him, but he was cut off by his own cry as he lunged forward to catch you as your knees buckled for the second time in twenty minutes. peter lowered you to the floor gently, relief washing over him as he saw your eyes still open and finally meeting his.

you, however, felt nothing but embarrassment.

"told you. brain hemorrhage." you gave a frustrated groan, palms digging into your eyes as you pleaded with yourself not to do this.

peter gave a soft chuckle, reaching up to grab your hands in his own. "are you alright?"

his words were drenched in honey, so sickly-sweet it made your stomach hurt.

"no. i just ruined the best friendship i've ever had, and i'm trapped on an island with him for a week. what do you think?"

"i think it's adorable that you're quite literally falling for me,"

you whipped up to catch the smirk on his lips. "and i also think you didn't give me time to respond before freaking yourself out into fawning like a baby deer."

you scoffed, rolling your eyes and staring at the ground once again. "yeah, well. i'm pretty sure i know the answer already."

"i'm pretty sure you don't."

"yeah? i—" you were cut off with peter's lips on yours, and for the first time, your heart was racing without the threat of sending you to cardiac arrest. as you kissed him back, a sigh of relief escaped your lips into peter's, earning a deep rumble from his chest.

he pulled back, quick to examine you for any signs of distress, thankful he'd kissed you while sitting down. but when he found nothing except your radiant glow, peter couldn't fight back a grin.

"okay, maybe i didn't know the answer." you said in a meek voice, still stunned at the lingering feeling of his lips on yours. they were hot, and for once, the heat felt so nice.

you waited for the ridicule, but peter was everything your own mind wasn't. he was soft, and sweet, and he was gentle with you, something you didn't know how to cope with.

but if weak knees got his arms around you more often, you didn't seem to find a reason to care.

handing you the water again, peter followed with a quick peck on the cheek. "let's stay inside for a bit, yeah?"

you groaned, upset with yourself again. it really was that easy.

"pete, no. we're in the maldives with unlimited access to literally anything we want. come on, i'm fine, don't let me ruin this."

"hey," he cupped his index finger gently under your chin. "you're not ruining anything, baby. let me take care of you."

more butterflies blossomed in your chest, no longer as territorial and vicious as they were earlier. you hoped it would stay like this, peter single-handedly helping to rewire your nervous system.

you nodded against his hand, and he gave you a smile that was downright healing. "perfect. as sweet as it is to know i made you that nervous, i like you better when you're conscious."

"what can i say? i'm hopelessly, irrevocably, falling for you, peter."

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heat wave

peter parker x fem!reader

summary: on a boiling new york day, you suggest to your best friend that you should head down to the beach

wc: ~1k

cw: not much, just a lot of fluff from an almost direct situation that happened between me and my fiance before we started dating teehee. i made a hard-on joke, if that counts?

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neither of you could remember the last time new york had been this hot.

it didn’t help that your building had no AC, leading you to peter’s apartment on the blistering saturday afternoon to occupy space in front of his window unit. you soaked up as much of the lukewarm air as you could, just thankful for any amount of movement in the humidity. you let out a groan as you shifted in your spot on his hardwood floor, sweaty thighs sticking to the ground.

peter wasn’t doing much better, starfished behind you in just a pair of shorts. his curly brown hair was damp against his forehead, every inch of his body glistening with a thin layer of sweat. his eyes were closed as he hummed along to his records.

you were glad every inch of your skin was already burning hot, because looking over to him instantly reddened your cheeks. he made a strangled noise next to you as you kept your gaze focused out the window.

“i’m so hottttttttt, ughhhhhh” peter whined.

you gave a chuckle in response. “peter, that’s the fifth time you’ve said that in the last ten minutes. it’s 105° outside, what do you expect?”

another groan. “cause its so hot! i can't take it anymore!”

"what do you want from me?" you laughed at him.

"i don't know! anything! put me out of my misery, take me out back and put me down at this point."

you rolled your eyes at his theatrics, a fawned composure taking place on the floor as he threw a hand dramatically over his forehead. you sat and pondered for a second, an idea creeping into your mind.

"you know, there's a beach not too far from here. i'm sure it'll be crowded, but the water could feel really nice."

peter shot up instantly, eyes bright. "you're a genius."

you gave his shoulder a playful shove, a noise of disgust leaving your throat as you wiped his own sweat back onto him. "gross peter, yeah. we need to get you out of this apartment. you're drenched, it's disgusting."

"you know just what to say to get a guy doing, don't you?"

you rolled your eyes and stood up, lending a hand down for him to grab. "whatever, parker. come on, next time i put my hand on you and it's that wet, it better be from the water."

he beamed at you before turning to sprint away.

peter's voice trailed off as he ran down the hall to his bedroom. "grab something from may's room! dude, i can't wait for you to see the new spider-man trunks i got..."

you chuckled at him as you padded down to the door across from him, letting yourself into may's empty bedroom as you rifled through her drawers. you'd done this many times before, half your own waredore being a mixture of clothes from the parker household. but as you pulled out a small, red two-piece, a knot formed in your stomach.

you couldn't remember the last time you'd been swimming with peter. honestly, maybe swimming period. and while the thought of being in barely any clothing sounded amazing on your burning skin, you grew nervous at the thought of wearing the suit in front of peter. you knew he wouldn't make you uncomfortable, in any shape or form, but something about being in so little in front of him... well, let's just say you hoped he didn't notice your heart beating in double-time.

you shed your clothes and slipped the bikini on, giving yourself an unconvincing look in the mirror. with a deep breath, you began to pad down the hallway, arms anxiously covering your stomach. you approached the living room, greeted by peter packing a bag on the couch, flaming red and blue swin trunks with his own face scattered about.

you cleared your throat, "welp."

peter turned around to see you exaggeratedly gesture towards yourself, lips pursed into a sarcastic, tight line. you glanced down at yourself in the suit, almost in a defeated manner. might as well get it over with and move on.

peter had never made more direct eye contact in his life.

he didn't dare look at the rest of you; the sight in his peripheral vision alone was enough to blow his pupils wide. he let out a shaky breath, nodding a little too passionately.

"oh, you found one. it's... fine."

yeah, you were fine, alright. in fact, the only thing keeping him from a raging hard-on was having to remind himself you were wearing may's suit. that brought him right back down each time his mind drifted.

your arms shot to your stomach again, panic silent on your features. "...fine?"

peter's eyes nearly burst out of his head. "no! i mean, it's nice! you look nice! i mean, it... yeah. we match! that's pretty... cool..."

he trailed off, eyes daring to dart down to the red suit shone against your smooth skin. his eyes met yours again quickly, a curt smile tight on his face. at this point, you're pretty sure your cheeks matched your outfit.

you gave his a soft smile in return, gesturing down to his spider-man trunks. "i like yours too."

peter didn't register a word you'd said, just nodding with fervor and making a little too much eye contact.

"you ready to go?" you questioned, motioning towards the bag he'd been packing.

"hm?"

"the beach?"

"oh! y-yeah. the beach."

"mhm."

"yeah,"

you gave him a funny look. "y-yeah! i'm ready, let's head out."

needless to say, the beach did nothing to cool either of you off.

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more rick sanchez. I NEED IT. I’m a fein for him. I need him bad. can you possibly make more head cannons about him? that’s if your stilling writing him lol. preferably nsfw? if that’s okay with you. please and thank you.

rick sanchez nsfw headcanon

enough people have asked for this. i yield! take it! it was written with much shame and strong confidence that i am correct about everything i'm saying. nothing gender-specific used for the reader!

wc: ~600

rick sanchez is one cocky motherfucker.

everyone knows that. and it does NOT fade away in the bedroom. he wants to be in charge, in control, and have all the power.

rick has a god complex, in the bedroom and out. that's just canon. he demands to be worshipped, to be the best at everything. he is al-fucking-mighty and makes sure you know it (and say it). for someone who doesn't believe in any religion, everything about his self-esteem in the sheets is downright pious.

and while he needs you to know that he is your god, rick's praise kink goes the other way too. he loves to tell you how good you are for him, how proud he is of you taking him so well, fucking him so good. he loves to hear the moans in response to his gentle words, a stark contrast to everyday demeanor.

thinking about rick throat training you lmfao. he's big, a challenge, but it was a feat you wanted to conquer. you had asked him about it one day, and he had his lips on you and undressed himself in an instant as he guided you down to your knees. he'd lead you down the length of his cock with his long fingers intertwined in your hair, downright whimpering as he praised you; good fucking job, that's it, you can do it, fuck baby, that's so fucking good falling as moans from his lips.

but just because he's an asshole, doesn't mean he doesn't care about you. i stand by that.

listen, i think he loves to degrade you. throw you around and manhandle you, tell you that you're nothing compared to him. i think he's an absolute dick. but the way he feels about you, it's a way he hasn't felt since her — he loved you too much to hurt you. he's excited to use you, to fuck your throat. he wants you to take all of him — but, not if you're uncomfortable and not enjoying it yourself.

again, please don't get me wrong. rick loves to see the bruises on your body after he's done with you. to deny you an orgasm to the point of tears and absolute misery. but, he isn't into it if you aren't. while he loves to push your boundaries and test the limits, he never wants to be the cause of your actual pain/distress. so, as soon as you tap out, say the safe word, or he can sense something's off, he's out immediately.

on a completely different tangent, i also think that rick loves to fuck you while intoxicated (duh). no matter how drunk or intoxicated you both may be, it's a kind of euphoria that can't be topped. everything is mixing together, and the amplified pleasure coursing through both of your veins is unbelievable. that being said, secretly, his favorite sex is when you're both fully sober, fully aware and involved in the actions taken. he loves that you can get him higher than anything else, a kind of bliss he's never felt before, when he feels how tight you are around him.

also, rick has 1000% created a lab-grown aphrodisiac before and used it on you. consensually, of course. at least, the first time. after he has the go-ahead on free use with it, rick loves to surpise you every now and then with an afternoon of insatiable pleasure. he loves getting to use you to get off, and how much you just can't get enough of it. it wasn't often, just sometimes as a treat ;)

overall, and so unfortunately, i really think i'm just down bad for rick sanchez.

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How are you doing today? If you are comfy doing a Peter Parker x fem Avenger reader based on this prompt?

You were nearly killed by enemy fire — shot three times. Thor flew you back in his arms, covered in blood. Bruce stabilized you. Barely.

Peter showed up last — too late.

When you briefly regained consciousness during surgery, you said one word:

“Peter.”

Now you’re back under, still critical. Peter sits outside the surgical bay, fists covered in dried blood. Wanda stands beside him, quiet.

“She called your name, you know,” she says softly. “Even when she was dying… you were the last thing on her mind.”

thank you so much for the request, i'm doing great!! i hope this lived up to what you were looking for, i loved this prompt. i love a hurt comfort bitch!! this is very loosely edited, be warned

please keep sending requests! i'm currently working on a few!

even on my deathbed

mcu!peter parker x avenger!reader

summary: you get hurt on a mission, and the last thing on your mind before losing consciousness is peter

wc: 1.5k

cw: description of gunshot/wounds, mentions surgery, swearing, sad and self-depricating peter, angst with a happy ending

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the first bullet wasn't the issue.

a slight graze of your upper thigh, a burn more than anything else.

it wasn't even the second one, which caught your shoulder with a brutal force.

it was the third one. the third one, which ripped its way through your stomach, tearing apart everything in its path.

you hit the ground instantly, your legs giving way under you from the impact. everything around you felt like it was going in slow motion, a blurry scene playing out to the dramatic melody of the ringing in your ears. you slowly looked down to your hands, shaking violently as they fought to keep a steady pressure on the bullet wound. your vision grew spotty at the sight of them, stained crimson and drenched in blood. your blood.

it felt like years had passed when you finally looked up, your gaze ripped away with a firm pressure suddenly on your shoulder. it stung, but you were confident the muted pain wasn't nearly comparable to how the sans-adrenaline version felt. thor stood above you, wrapping your shoulder with part of his cape before ripping another, much larger piece for your abdomen.

he was talking to you but it fell on deaf ears, the ringing overpowering even the voice of a god. you could see the worry on his face as he bent down further to scoop his arms under your legs, lifting you with unbelievable ease, a stark constast to how heavy your body was beginning to feel.

you made your way back to the jet, bruce outside and eagerly waiting for you.

the next moments were a blur of transportation, hazy grey flooding your vision as you entered the jet on the gurney that felt way more comfortable than it should've. your eyes were heavy as you watched the team slowly begin to crowd around you, adorned with their own battle scars.

tony leaned close to your face, his voice drowned out by your haze. wanda was next, grabbing your hand tightly. sam, steve, bucky, everyone congested around you as they frantically spoke to each other, harsh emotions lacing their features as they talked.

darting your eyes through the swarm of avengers, you fought off sleep as you searched for the one pair you didn't see staring back at you: peter's.

just as everything started to fade and you felt your body fall, you heard a voice that put your mind at ease. even though you couldn't see him, knowing he was safe was enough. one word fell from your quivering lips as everything went black:

"peter."

peter didn't leave your side until the nurses had to physically pry him from the gurney.

he sat outside the med bay, still in his suit, bloodied and riddled with guilt. it was his fault this happened. he was supposed to be the one in that hallway, not you. it was supposed to be him heading to backup nat, not you.

peter cried into his knees, pulling them close to his chest as he replayed the mission in his head. how he missed the guy to his left, getting knocked down on his way to nat. how he didn't stop you from running past him to get to her.

sobs racked through him as he felt a presence at his side, ragged breaths turning into frightened hiccups. wanda gave him a soft smile as she sat next to him.

she took his hand in her own. "how are you holding up?"

peter gave her a sharp scoff. "how does it look like?"

wanda gave him a look, a stern one he usually reserved for may. he looked down, eyebrows furrowed together. "m'sorry."

"she called for you, you know."

peter's gaze snapped up to meet hers, a once-guilty face now turned confused. "what?"

"right before she lost consciousness, she called out your name," wanda gave in a soft voice, thumbs drawing soothing patterns on the boy's palm. "you were the last thing on her mind, even when she was dying."

peter felt his heart racing, thousands of thoughts swirling in his mind. she could feel it, squeezing his hand and offering him a hopeful smile.

"i think you should talk to her. she's out of surgery now."

he nodded, barely noticeable to the naked eye. wiping the tears from his cheeks, he stood up with a hand still in wanda's helping her up as well. peter immediately pulled her into a hug, his nervous system grounding itself in her warm arms.

"thank you," peter whispered, his voice quivering and on the verge of tears once more.

she pulled back, patting his cheek playfully. he admired how even in the worst, she made every attempt to brighten the mood.

peter watched wanda make her way back down the hall, nerves taking over his meek frame once again. did you even want to see him? were you mad at him? you should be, he thought. this was all his fault.

he shook it off, forcing his feet forward towards your recovery room. with shaking hands, peter gave soft knocks against the wood.

"come in," he heard you speak weakly, and a frown took hold of his face as he heard how broken you sounded.

as soon as he saw your near lifeless frame in the hospital bed, peter burst into tears. he rushed to your side, immediately wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your neck. ignoring the pain coursing through you, you hugged him back, easing some tension peter was holding onto.

"i'm so sorry, i'm so fucking sorry. it should've been me, it should've fucking been me that got hurt. i'm so sorry," peter rambled, hiccuping in your ear as he worked himself up.

you pulled back, tears flooding your own cheeks as you forced him to look at you. "peter, what the hell are you talking about?"

he shook his head violently, dishelved curls bouncing about as he stared back with wide, blood-shot eyes. "i should've been the one walking down there. i should've known about the guy around the corner, it... it should've been me."

you pulled him close again, hands tangled in his hair. "peter, please. i don't want it to have been you. this wasn't your fault, this is what we do."

he choked out a sob, crushing you in his arms as he practically laid on top of you, despite the circumstances. whether it was the morphine or peter's presence, you didn't seem to mind.

"i'm so glad you're okay. i thought i lost you, i-- fuck," peter hiccuped.

this time, he pulled back first, his large, shaking hands coming up to cup either side of your face. "i thought i lost you."

you gave him a tired smile. "you can't get rid of me that easily, parker."

peter mirrored your smile, eyes fluttering around your face and taking stock of all your scrapes and bruises. he lingered on your lips, sending butterflies through your ripped-up insides.

"peter, i--" your voice cracked, bottom lip chewed to shreds as you fought to find your words. "i thought i was going to die."

his lips fell to a frown, concern and guilt on his features once again.

"i know bug, i'm so sorry. i'm so sorry."

you shook your head at him. "no, pete. i don't want you to feel bad. i just mean.,

"i thought i was going to die. and all i could think about... was you."

the last part was a whisper, a secret shared between the two of you. peter furrowed his brows together, not quite understanding.

"i'm sorry to worry you."

you gave a frustrated sigh. "no, not like that, peter. i didn't want to die not, not... telling you how i feel. about, you."

his eyes grew wide, a flush taking over his cheeks. "you were thinking about... me?"

you nodded, nervousness taking over as your bottom lip found its way between your teeth again. "mhm."

"oh,"

"oh."

"yeah," you averted your gaze, suddenly regretting every action you've made since waking up. maybe this was just a pain med-induced dream. hopefully. you chewed mercilessly at your lip, a tinge of metallic dancing across your tongue as you drew blood.

you felt peter's thumb on your lip, causing you to relax it and meet his eyes once again. they were much softer than before, once bloodshot and now bright.

"how about i go grab an endless supply of ice chips, you make room on that sorry excuse for a bed, and you tell me all about how you feel, about me?"

the morphine was no match for the way peter made you feel.

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first kiss

stiles stilinski x gn!reader

summary: you and stiles share your first kiss, and he can't get enough

wc: ~700

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everything was going in slow motion as stiles sat just inches from your face, neither of you daring to take a breath. you shifted on his bed, sweaty palms trying to find their grounding amongst the scattered homework (which was forgotten about long ago).

your heart nearly fluttered out of your chest as you watched stiles' gaze flicker between your eyes and your lips, licking his own instinctively as he opened his mouth to speak.

"can i... can i kiss you?"

you nodded weakly, not trusting your voice in this moment. he gave you a short nod back, eyes glossy and in a trance that was pulling him closer to your center of gravity. he dipped his head down towards yours, lips stopping just before your own as he parted them with a slight sigh, trembling hands not sure where they should go. he settled for your lap, his own damp palms resting on your knees.

stiles gave a shudder, almost as though he was unable to contain his excitement as he leaned in to close the gap.

your mind was racing, thoughts going a million miles an hour as you watched him lean towards you in slow motion. this is the moment you'd been dreaming of since you met him freshman year, and as joyful as you were, you were also downright terrified. before you knew what you were doing, you pulled back slightly — a hesitation.

stiles picked up on it immediately, pulling back to meet your eyes with concern adorning his features.

fuck fuck fuck! what the hell was that for?? kiss him, you idiot!

"are you okay? i'm sorry, we don't have to, it's okay." his tone was genuine, worry laced in his soft voice as he rubbed reassuring circles on your kneecap.

you let out a frustrated groan, which only plastered confusion on his face, but you didn't see it long before lunging at him. you grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him in, your lips clashing against his. it was messy at first, teeth hitting each other and mouths out of sync — you'd caught him off guard, after all. but once he grew aware of his surroundings once again, the kiss was everything you'd been dreaming of and more.

he moaned against you, tilting his head and snaking a hand up to hold the back of your neck, pulling you in deeper. his lips were hot against yours, wet and hungry for your taste. it was filled with so much emotion, pent-up feelings overflowing from both of you as your mouths fought for dominance, flowing together perfectly like a dance you'd known for years.

you pulled back, gasping for air as you took in stiles' stature. his whole body was flushed, cheeks rosy and lips swollen as he stared back at you, pupils blown and mouth agape. he stared at you with wonder behind his eyes, as though he'd just discovered a rare, precious gem. you sat in a comfortable awe, chests heaving as you soaked in what had just happened.

stiles broke the silence first. "can... can we do that again?"

you nodded listlessly, nearly pouncing on him as you stood from the bed to wedge yourself between his thighs that hung over the edge. the kiss was more desperate this time, stiles showing no mercy as he attacked your already plump lips. he had no shame as his soft moans flooded your mouth, the vibrations ringing through your chest and making your knees weak.

he noticed, grabbing at the backs of your thighs and pulling you onto his lap. stiles tangled his hands in your hair, eager to get as much of you as he possibly could. it wasn't enough

"more," he groaned against your lips, shifting to kiss down your neck, nipping at your tender flesh. you let out a gasp, pleasure flooding your senses.

"stiles," you sighed. "oh my god."

he was relentless, hot lips burning your skin as he trailed his way around, leaving bruises everywhere in his wake. he continued to growl against you, begging for more of you.

stiles didn't need to beg, though; you were all his.

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can't keep my hands to myself

stiles stilinski x fem!reader smut rant

mdni! follow up to touch-starved boy, but solidly a stand-alone as well. stiles has just always been so touch-starved and when he gets to have you for the first time? fireworks.

stiles stilinski, who couldn't keep his hands to himself.

who loved to feel you squirm under his touch, feeling how your muscles twitched against his long fingers as he trailed them up and down your side, a sinister smirk forming on his lips.

who knew just the effect he had on you. who loved to tease you, rough hands roaming your delicate, bare flesh as you let out those pretty little noises he loved oh so much. who didn't know he could make someone else feel like this, flooding his heart with a warm sensation he'd never before associated with sex.

who loved when he felt your touch too, maybe even more. who shuddered against your palms as you lay your hands on his bare chest, lips bruising their way down his neck to meet their destination to suck on his hard nipples, a deep groan escaping his lungs. who genuinely didn't know men could even get pleasure like that prior to you, a touch he hadn't yet experienced and one that overwhelmed him to his core.

who loved to feel you spread open under him, the warmth from your core radiating against his aching cock and giving a sensation he hoped to never part from. who nearly passed out the first time his cock slid through your slick folds, pulsing desperately against your clit as you squirm below him, soft praises and cries for more ringing through his ears.

who swore like a sailor when bottoming out, having to use all of his strength to not come in you right then and there. who could feel every part of you clenching around him, a vice holding him closely as though he'd run away. yeah, like he'd rather be anywhere else. who didn't know sex could feel like this, a pleasure coursing through his entire body, overwhelming him to the point of tears.

who told you he loved you for the first time as he thrusted into you, feeling you so tight around him making him emotional, a closeness he didn't know he could experience. who praised you like he was begging for your forgiveness, his hands and lips roaming the entirety of your body, not wanting to miss a single inch of your skin. who wanted to know all of you, who wanted to be as close to you as humanly possible. or inhumanly possible, because what was happening to him was nothing short of supernatural.

who came inside of you with the stutter of his hips, the most intense orgasm he'd ever had washing over him as he felt how swollen and full you were with him. who immediately switched his focus to aftercare, cleaning you with delicate precision, hands that were once hungry now reverent on your skin as he stared in awe at your glowing body. who climbed next to you and held you tight in his arms, leaving sweet kisses all over your face until you laughed so hard your sides hurt, your bodies warm and melted together.

who took every chance he could to get his hands all over you after that first time, purely just wanting to touch you. who didn't care how or where, just wanting to feel your hot flesh against his calloused fingertips. who felt like his heart was bursting every time he was inside of you, a more profound version of love than he could ever dream of having for himself. who rasped "mine" in your ears as he rutted into you, not as a statement of possession, but rather a cry of relief.

who was in awe after each time, in awe of how he had someone like you in his life. in awe of how crazy his life had turned upside down in the best way possible, the once touch-starved boy now bursting at the seams with the love and reverence you give him. who's cried more than once during sex, so grateful for your love and patience with him, it took a physical hold.

who held you like you were his whole world, because you were. that's exactly what you were to him, and he made sure with each touch, sexual or not, you knew exactly what you meant to him. who couldn't stop touching you if he wanted to, eager to express just how loved you made him feel.

stiles stilinski, who couldn't keep his hands to himself.

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isn't that crazy?

peter parker x fem!reader

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

wc: ~2.1k

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

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he didn't mean it. honestly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"w-what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"pete—"

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

"pete, listen to me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you love me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you chuckled at his desperation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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touch-starved boy

stiles stilinski x gn!reader rant

when i thought of this initially, i wanted to make it smutty but i just couldn’t stop thinking about this sweet, sweet boy. one hug could cure him

stiles stilinski, the touch-starved boy.

stiles stilinski, who after his mother passed away, lost the only one he shared physical contact with (if you don't count the bullying and chaining scott up). who genuinely couldn't tell you the last time he hugged someone — probably the last time someone almost died.

who was grateful for the touches he did get, whether it be a high five, or even being shoved into a locker. at this point, touch was touch, and he would take what he could get. who thought that's how the rest of his life was going to be, sorrowfully accepting the fact that physical touch just wasn't in the cards for him in this lifetime, and he dreamed of what could be in the next one.

until you.

you, who wasn't shy with your affection, a touchy person by nature with everyone you came across. who sat confused whenever you'd rest your hand on stiles' arm, only to earn a flinch in response. who wondered if you were overstepping, but as time went on, you began to realize he simply wasn't used to it. who grew sad at that knowledge, confronting him and learning his past. who gave him the biggest hug he's ever received upon hearing his story, a soul-healing kind of comfort stiles didn't know existed.

stiles stilinski, who grew to yearn for your touch, shamelessly finding any possible way he could touch you every moment he saw you. who was now no stranger to being held or holding someone else close, even gong as far to initiate the touch himself.

who’s touching grew to become more over time, a language he spoke against his better judgment, reaching for you and exposing his true feelings. who blurted it out one friday evening during a star wars marathon, how he thinks he’s falling in love with you. who was blown away when you pulled him in for a kiss, a form of touch he definitely hadn’t experienced much of. who couldn’t shake the sensation of your lips against his for days until he saw you next, immediately approaching you outside of school and kissing you like he’d never get the chance to again, to feel what he’d been craving since the first time.

who, once given permission, refused to take his hands off of you in any fashion, no matter where the two of you were. who woke up each morning itching to feel your hands in his, who yearned for your lips, a constant fight with himself to not make out with you in inappropriate situations, his brain wracking itself for an excuse to pull you into the next room and kiss you until neither of you can breathe.

stiles stilinski, who fell in love with physical touch.

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you’re safe

mcu!peter parker x avenger!reader

summary: part two to this horrifying bad boy. the aftermath of peter rescuing you on a mission

wc: ~2.1k

cw: body horror (definitely not as bad as the last one), detailed use of needles, descriptive feelings of being on the verge of consciousness, a general vibe of ptsd but like a lot of fluff and peter is such a puppy! and a cute bruce banner cameo because i love him and he should be appreciated more

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you couldn't quite explain how you felt.

everything felt fuzzy, like you weren't quite there. you couldn't see, for one, but the rest of your senses felt faded as well. you equated it to the immeasurable blood loss you can only assume you've experienced, not even sure from what at this point. you can't quite make sense of how you felt, sensations delayed and muted, but you’re sure something hurts.

actually, you're pretty sure everything hurts.

you weren't in peter's arms anymore, no. maybe a bed of some kind. you could hear people around you talking, but everything was jumbled and charlie-brown-esque.

your name, maybe.

you tried to focus, tried to listen to what people were saying and gauge any awareness of your surroundings, but your memory at this point lasted word to word. something about five hours.

five hours? is that how long it's been?

you could've sworn it had been days, in and out of consciousness often enough to mess with your perception of time. suddenly, the support underneath you stuttered and came to a halt.

was i moving?

how long have i been lying down?

you try to open your eyes but you were met with great resistance, the ache in your head becoming louder and much sharper. giving up on sight, you move to the next sense, using all the strength left in your body to move your hands around you and feel for any indication of what was going on. there was a firm pressure on your palm, another hand wrapped in your own.

(y/n)

jesus, i'm talking to myself. that really can't be a good sign. you did your best to give a faint squeeze to whoever's hand you were holding.

"(y/n),"

okay, that one was a little louder. i don't understand what's —

"(y/n)!" peter.

with a weak inhale, you choked out peter's name, the brunette at your side responding with a strong exhale, the first since he lost you hours ago.

peter stood next to the gurney you lay on inside the quinjet, bruce frantic on the other side gathering supplies and preparing an IV drip. he glanced towards both of you after hearing your voice.

"(y/n)? hun, are you with us?" his shoulders visibly relaxed as he watched you nod. bruce looked up at peter.

"kid, i need to get an IV in her to get her some fluids and shit, okay?" bruce said in a calm tone, large needle tightly gripped in his raised hand.

peter gulped at the sight and looked down towards you as you began to stir where you lay. panic began to flood his body as he watched your eyes anxiously wander underneath your sewn lids, red flesh tugging at the thread, begging to be freed.

his arms flew up to grab your shoulders. "hey, hey, hey."

"what did he say? is he putting something in me?"

"(y/n), sweetheart, please. calm down, everything's okay—"

"no, peter, please. no more peter, i— please, what's going on?"

the sound of your cracking voice shattered his heart, the fear on your face etched into his memory permanently, a sight that knocked all the wind out of him. using more strength than he’d ever wanted to use with you, he laid your back against the gurney again.

"(y/n), please. i need you to listen to me, i'm right here. it's just me and dr. banner, okay? you're safe now, i promise."

though your face didn't show it, peter could feel how your body relaxed at his affirmation. he repeated it, rubbing his hands up and down your biceps. "you're safe. it's just us."

you gave a soft nod, hot tears burning your raw eyelids as they escaped the threshold. the fat tears turned pink as they rolled down your cheek, wetting the dried blood that crusted your waterline and the thread attached.

bruce looked at peter, giving him a sympathic smile as he cleared his throat. "(y/n)? i need to give you an IV, okay? just a small needle in your arm and then you'll start feeling a lot better, alright?"

your breathing began to pick up again, lips parted and shaking as you frantically felt around for peter. he grabbed both of your hands instantly, leaning down to coo in your ear. "hey hey hey. its going to be okay, bug. i'm right here, i'll walk you through everything he's doing, okay?"

you let out a shaky exhale before nodding with hesitation, no longer feeling very trusting with your autonomy having been ripped from you not too long ago. peter gave you a soft smile that he knew you couldn't see, but hoped you could feel. he squeezed your hand and looked to bruce, a slight nod signaling he could start. you heard packaging ripping and the sound rang through your ears, deafening as you began to lose your grip on reality again.

peter's voice pulled you back down, gentle and soothing in your ears. "you're okay. he's opening his supplies and getting the alcohol ready, okay? he's got to clean the area first, so it might feel a little cold on the crook of your elbow. you're okay, bug, you're doing great. take a deep breath with me, okay?"

you complied, taking in as much air as your lungs could handle. he was right: the alcohol swab on your skin felt cold, goosebumps snaking their way up your arms as he scrubbed the area. it was filthy, you were sure. you could feel the grime and blood coating your skin in a thick, waxy layer.

you took another deep breath. "you're doing so good, bug."

the sensation fizzled away, bruce no longer touching you. you turned expectantly towards the sound of movement, anxiously awaiting the needle coming your way. peter picked up on your unease immediately.

"hey! hey, you're okay. i've got my eyes on it the entire time, you're safe, okay?" you nodded, and he let out a quick breath.

"okay. he's got the needle ready. it's going to be a small prick — but! it's going to be so fast and that's it! nothing else, okay? you can do this, i know you can." his voice fell to a hush as he let one of his hands glide through your hair, his comforting touch giving you the strength to let this happen.

"okay, peter. i trust you."

you heard a scoff come from your other side. "what am i, chopped liver? i'm the one with the vial of morphine here."

you let out a strained laugh, bruce bringing a smile to your face for the first time in nearly six hours. "you too, banner. thank you."

he gave a smile you couldn't see. "alright kid, take a deep breath."

you did as instructed, and peter did just as he promised, walking you through everything that was going on and watching over you like a hawk. it wasn't that he didn't trust bruce, not at all. he just couldn't forgive himself if something else happened to you under his watch.

peter grimaced as he watched the silver bevel pierce your freshly cleaned skin, the metal pulling and tugging at your soft flesh as bruce fought to secure a vein. he cringed as you let out a weak cry, guilt wracking his chest as he apologized to you over and over again, a newfound prayer on his lips. he felt horrible for putting you in more pain, but he knew it was for the best.

"aha! got it. okay kid, hard parts over. now for the happy drugs."

you gave a relieved smile as you felt the cooling sensation of the saline flooding through your arms, immediately cooling your overheating body down. you visibly relaxed, and peter felt like he could breathe again. he squeezed your hand, bringing it up to his lips and giving it a chaste kiss, his lips warm on your now chilly fingers.

"thank you. both of you."

peter and bruce exchanged a smile before each giving a soft touch to your arms. bruce noticed the extent of your injuries for the first time, the triaged webbing covering the gashes in your arms, the rest of your skin bruised and bloody. he didn't dare meet the tubes in your chest, he wasn't sure he could stomach it.

"b— dr. banner?"

"yeah, pete. what's up?"

peter looked as though he were going to throw up. "w-what about... the..." he gestured up towards his eyes.

bruce met your unresponsive gaze. he could taste the bile in the back of his throat as he stared at your swollen, mangled eyelids. the threading pulled taut through your delicate flesh, ripping it apart literally at the seams, the skin bloody and raw.

"yeah," he let out in a meek voice. "(y/n), how you doing, kid?"

a soft groan was given in return, a weak thumbs up bringing a smirk to peter's lips. "better. morphine?"

"morphine."

a quiet chuckle. "awesome. what's up? you guys sound weird."

bruce shifted uncomfortably. "do— or, um, would you rather us take out your... stitches now? or wait until surgery?"

your breathing immediately picked up, fingers once again straining to find peter. "surgery? what? what happened to me? what did they do?"

"it's okay! we'll explain everything, but right now, you're safe. let's take it one step at a time, okay? can you do that with me?"

peter worried it came off patronizing, but hearing it grounded you again, knowing he was being nothing but genuine right now. he told you that you were safe, and you believed him.

a soft nod was shortly followed by a blood-stained tear running down your bruised cheek. "okay."

he brought your hand to his lips so you could feel his smile. "thank you,"

"now, a scary question, but it's just a yes or no!" he watched your lips curl to a frown.

"you're fully in control! the question is scary, but everything is up to you, okay?" a slight nod. peter took a deep breath.

"right now, your eyes are... they're, um," he couldn't stomach saying it. that would make it real, as if it already wasn't directly in front of him. he scowled to himself. "your eyes, they're... sewn. shut, i— i mean. fuck,"

he was supposed be the strong one right now, he thought. and he couldn't even make out a fucking sentence. fuck.

"would you like us to clip the thread now that you've had some pain relief, or do you want to wait until you're back at the hospital?"

your frown stayed the same, eyebrows knit together as you took in everything he said. peter couldn't take the silence and kept rambling.

"we've already taken off — there's another jet on it's way for the rest of the team. we'll be home in about an hour, so if you want to wait, it won't be too long. you could even try and rest if you wanted,"

he rubbed the back of your palm with his thumb. "but i also understand if you want to be able to see again. obviously." he quickly added.

you thought about it for a bit, slowly becoming entranced under peter's soothing and rhythmic touch. with the IV in and working magic on your throbbing head, you gave him a soft shrug in response.

"i think... i mean i am pretty exhausted. and i don't know if i could consciously handle feeling… that again."

peter cringed as you talked about it, a rock in his stomach as he thought about everything you'd experienced. how much pain you'd felt.

"of course, i'm sorry to even ask."

"no!" you tried to sit up in retaliation, immediately regretting it as everything in your body pounded. you gave a sharp hiss, feeling peter's warm hands on your shoulders as he eased you back against the gurney.

"i mean, please don't apologize. thank you so much, peter. you saved me. i... i don't even know how to thank you properly. i don't think i can." pink tears kissed your cheeks again, your breathing wavered.

"hey, take a breath, sweetheart. you don't have to thank me. i'm so sorry this happened. i..." he took a deep breath, centering himself. "i think you should get some rest right now and we can talk more later, okay?"

you grinned at his concern for you. "pete?"

"yeah?"

"will you be there when i wake up?"

he smirked against the back of your hand again. "i’m never letting you out of my sight again."