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my most recent favourite book is ‘Saturdays at Noon’ by Rachel Marks. it switches between the different point of views and it actually ADDS SIGNIFICANACE, its not just done for fun. Marks explores different and sensitive subjects yet still creates characters you can genuinely empathise, love and care for. i’m certain i’ll read it many many times again... thanks :)
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“My girlfriend said, “Is there basketball on?” then put on the game and walked away. Two hours later, I’m like what is she doing? She’s napping. She turned it on to keep me occupied like a toddler.”
imagine avengers!reader doing that to peter lmao (not with basketball obvi but you get it lol)
warning: language, fluff, mentions of sex, anime :)
Peter was currently staring at the door, sitting on the cold floor in just his briefs and socks. He wore a deep frown on his face and his hands were balled into fists.
“You good?” You said noticing him from down the hall.
“Tony kicked me out of the lab,” Peter inhales sharply.
You had to stifle a laugh, especially looking at his hair static-y and his hands were black.
“What’d you do?” You bent in front of him. Peter only seemed to get more pissed.
“Why would you assume I had anything to do with it?!” Peter has been quite sensitive lately. He was on lockdown because of his injury on the last mission. He’d broken multiple ribs and ignored the team on staying in bed and snuck out the following day to go on patrol which only ended in him blacking out in some alley and Tony tracking him down.
“Sorry—I meant: what happened?” Your head tilted, offering him some sympathy, even though you knew it was his fault Tony kicked him out.
“It doesn’t matter,” Peter mumbled, cheeks turning a light pink.
“Okay,” you nodded, standing up. “Come on,” you pulled him up. You held his wrist as you walked down the halls. Peter was usually upset with you after you come back from patrol, but you were also always with him and keeping him company so he could never stay mad at you.
You took Peter to the kitchen, helping him wash his hands. You let him sit on the stool as you wet a clean towel and began wiping his cheek and chest. Peter itched his nose as he watched you affectionately.
“How was patrol?” He asked, trying to be nonchalant.
“It was alright. Just a small robbery in some deli. The rest was boring,” you shrugged, putting the towel on the counter, now tending to his touseld hair. You combed down his curls with your fingers, standing between his open legs as Peter licked his lips.
“Do you wanna have sex?” Peter blurted.
“What?!” You looked at him startled by his forward question.
Peter scratched his bare chest, giving you a shrug. “You look really hot right now.” He gave you a lopsided grin. “Do you not wanna have sex? Last night you weren’t complaining—“ you covered his mouth as you heard footsteps.
“You can’t say stuff like that,” you said in a hushed whisper. Peter raised a brow, mumbling into your hand. You took a deep breath before removing your hand.
“You like it when I talk like that though. Your pussy always gets wet when I tell you how much I wanna cum inside you—“
“Peter!” You shrieked, face burning as Peter chuckled. He put his hands up in defense. “D-Don’t say that stuff when—you know—“ you wiped a smudge on his nose.
“As you wish,” Peter’s doe eyes stared back at you innocently, as if he wasn’t just talking about fucking you. “I like it when you take care of him.”
“I know,” you blushed, making Peter smile.
“Come on,” you held his hand, dragging him to the empty common room. Peter didn’t notice the small yawn you let out. He let you guide him to the couch and throw a blanket over his half naked body.
“Is Attack on Titan on?” You asked him, your arm wrapped around his shoulder as you combed his hair. His head rested under your chin.
“I think it’s on Hulu,” Peter said, grabbing the remote and going to the episode he stopped at. You brushed his hair aside, fixing the blanket on him, keeping him warm. Peter didn’t notice you disappear, he was too invested in Levi absolutely demolishing the Beast Titan.
It wasn’t until Peter got through six more episodes when he looked around for you. “Y/n?” Peter rubbed his nose, sitting up.
He held the fluffy blanket around his shoulders, his feet padding along the floor. He passed by Bucky and Sam who were eating in the kitchen. Peter ruffled his curls, rubbing his nose again.
Peter pushed the door to your bedroom, only to find you laying under the blanket, deep in sleep. Peter rubbed his chest. Did she turn on the tv just to occupy him . . . like a child?
Peter walked to the bed, pushing the blankets back softly, you groaned at the movement, eyes fluttering open. Peter was kneeling by your side, his tummy had gossebumps, his blanket keeping him a little warm.
“Peter?” You yawned. “Is something wrong?” You asked, moving to sit up, but Peter shook his head.
“I’m not a baby,” Peter mumbled, his fingers playing with the strands of your hair. You gazed up at him, he honestly looked like a toddler.
“I know,” you lazily rubbed his bare thigh. Peter bit his lip. “Come here,” you opened your arms, allowing Peter to sneak under your arms and wrap his arms around you. His head resting over your breast and leg wrapped between your legs, pushing his body against your side. “Better?”
Peter hummed, smiling agaisnt you as he kissed your neck. You combed his hair, fingers rubbing his scalp earning groans from Peter. He snuggled closer to you, not even slightly embarrassed that you could feel his half hard on pressed against your hip.
“Thanks for taking care of me,” Peter mumbled.
“You’re welcome,” you yawned again. “Now sleep.”
“No sex?”
“I will knee you so fucking hard Peter, I swear—“
“Okay!” Peter kissed your neck, hugging you tightly. “Go’night.”
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you sigh, leaning back in peter's arms, trying to get comfortable as he wraps his arms around you, squeezing your middle, his arms brushing against your boobs.
"the movie is nice." you comment even though you are not paying attention at all, trying to distract yourself from his subtle touches. you inhale sharply as peter's fingers brush against your nipple.
he smirks as you squirm, pressing your ass against the bulge forming in his sweat as he circles the outline of your pebbled nipple, eliciting a breathy moan from you. "enjoying the movie, babe?"
you nod, leaning your head against his shoulder as he pinches your nipple, rolling it in between his fingers from over the material of your tank top.
he was definitely not talking about the movie.
you two haven't had sex in weeks. you were busy with exams, college applications and then peter's impromptu mission that has stressed you out for days. but he is finally back.
Ymyou are laying in his arms as his fingers play with your nipples, marvelling at the softness of your tits as he squeezes them in his hands, smirking as you moan. you clench your thighs as the wetness in between your legs grows.
you can't really do anything, though. may was still home. and as much as you are desperate to be absolutely wrecked by your boyfriend, you are not going to risk it when his aunt is home.
"peter?" Hmhis arms fall limp by his side as may pokes her head in, smiling at the two of you warmly. "happy just called. so I'm going out. I'll be back in a bit—"
"yes, may!" peter says, a smile etching over his lips. "that's great, have fun!"
"you are extra excited for my date." may points out, rolling her eyes playfully.
of course he is excited. he can finally fuck you now after six weeks. yes, sex weeks. he counted every day he went without your touch, your taste. he is dying to hear your moans, his name falling from your lips. that's all he thought about when he tried to get himself off with his hand. And it worked everytime.
you perk up as may shoots you a smile, mumbling a soft 'bye' to you both as she shuts the door, disapearing from your sight.
"peter—"
"shh." his hands squeezed your covered tits one last time, pulling the neck of your tank top down, baring your tits for him. you sigh, your head rolling back as his hands get to work.
"oh." you bite your lip as peter rolls your nipples in between his fingers, pinching the hardened buds as you rub your ass against his growing bulge.
"fuck, look at you." peter groans, rubbing your hardened nipple, tweaking them as you moan out his name. your cheeks heat up as he squeezes the mound of flesh, licking his lips. "fucking perfect."
he sucks in a breath as he pushes you to the side, maneuvering your body almost over his lap as he tears the fabric away. you gasp, holding onto his bicep as your nose presses into his neck, inhaling his scent as he discards the fabric on the floor.
peter lowers his head, his lips latching onto your nipple as your fingers clutch the back of his neck, your nails digging into his skin as his tongue swirls around one nipple, playing with the other one with his fingers.
"peter." you whimper as he nips on your bud, lapping around your nipple, he smirks against your skin as your ass ruts down on his bulge, eliciting a groan out of him. "oh, please."
"please? please what, baby?" he teases as your head tips back, rubbing your thighs together, desperate for his touch. you are so, so sensitive. so desperate for his touch. you have waited weeks for this. for him. you bite your lip, your eyes screwing shut. you want him. a little more and you may as well have an orgasm. "y/n?"
"I am so close." you whine, thrusting your tits up into his large hands. "fuck, peter. I can't take it anymore."
"you are close already?" he whispers, his eyes wide in awe as you nod, rubbing your legs together. he takes notice of the action, pushing your legs apart without hesitation.
"I am." you almost sob into his neck, spreading your legs wider as you take his hand in yours, placing it over your shorts, pressing his hand against yours as you moan. "I am so fucking close, peter. do something."
peter licks his lips, his eyes darkening as he places a kiss on the corner of your mouth. He peppers kisses down the column of your throat, nipping on your skin as he rubs you from over your shorts, feeling the heat between your legs.
"fuck, so wet." he mumbles, dipping a fingers into your shorts, pressing it against your cunt as his teeth grazes your nipple. "haven't even touched you properly—fuck."
your head rolls back, pushing your tits into his face, your nipple rubbing against his wet lips as he presses his fingers against your clit, your legs jerking around him. Your wanton moans exciting him further.
"shit, shit, shit." you bite your lower lip, rocking your hips against his hands as he rubs slow, steady circles over your bundle of nerves. he kitten licks all over your nipple, rolling your clit as you moan loudly, your nails digging in his skin as you pull at his shirt, your legs instinctively closing around his hand. "I am so fucking close. please don't stop, don't stop."
"god, fuck." peter pushes your legs apart, looking down in between your legs, watching his fingers move against you inside your shorts. "how are you so close so fucking fast, y/n/n? that's so hot."
"haven't done it in weeks—ah!" you whimper in his neck, your lips brushing against his skin. "what do you expect?"
"not even by yourself?" he asks, pressing his thumb on clit, rubbing quick circles on your clit as he looks up from your nipples, watching your mouth fall agape in pleasure.
"fuck, no—" tour mouth falls open in a silent scream as you clench around nothing, your legs tingling as you come down from your high, you breath heavily as your head buzzes.
"y/n?" peter let's your rest your head on his shoulders as he rubs your thighs, sliding your shorts down your legs, letting it dangle from your ankle as you breath heavily. "you good?"
you nod, pressing your face in the crook of his neck as he spreads your legs wider, rubbing his fingers against your sensitive cunt, still tingling from your previous orgasm.
"peter what—"
"shut up and let me make it up to you." his wet fingers brush against your clit, causing your legs to quiver but he only smirks. "gonna make it up to you for all the days I wasn't there to satisfy my girl."
"pete." you whimper as he starts circling your clit again, your legs shaking as your body burns under his touch. "t-too much."
"you know what to say when it gets too much for you to handle, babe." he slips his finger in your slit, his other hand coming up to cup your tit. "now take what I give you like a good girl."
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